A Bonding Experience Pt. 08

A quick refresher:

Judy – A divorced woman and mother to Alana. Tomieka’s slave.

Alana – Judy’s daughter. A slave of Keke.

Junko – Alana’s friend and a new slave of Keke.

Tomieka – Keke’s daughter. Owns Judy.

Keke – Tomieka’s mother. Owns Alana and Junko.

Daiyu – Temporarily owned Junko. Junko and Alana’s periodic owner going forward.

Evelyn – the hostess that Judy and Tomieka met in part 7 but was not named.

Note: I know most people aren’t interested in these multi-part stories, but one person did request more after part 6, so I did a couple more. Sorry!

A Bonding Experience – Part 8

Judy stood next to her Mistress, both of them naked in front of a room full of potential customers. Behind them stood Evelyn, the owner of the dungeon/playspace. The couple might not be getting paid, but they were both working for her tonight.

Judy was ready, but watching her Mistress undress she could see hesitation. She was putting on a brave face, but she was nervous. Maybe that was for a good reason. Tomieka had talked to the older woman the day before and knew what they would be demonstrating. Judy did not. Still, she wasn’t worried.

“I’m glad you all could make it tonight,” Evelyn said to the assembled group. “We have some fun products for you to consider, and I’m excited to say we have these fine ladies here to demonstrate them for us.”

The hostess then proceeded to introduce Tomieka and Judy and go through a preamble about payment methods and terms that it sounded like she had given dozens if not hundreds of times before.

When that was finished she had two men carry in several pieces of equipment. She pointed to the first one. It looked like a wooden sawhorse with a padded top. The only difference was the metal rings on both ends of both legs.

“This lovely sawhorse was made by one of our local community members. As you can see, it could have several uses, but he mainly uses it to secure his slaves for punishment. The lovely Judy here will be demonstrating it for you.”

Judy felt her pulse quicken.

“Her Mistress did not want to inflict pain on her slave, however. So instead of doing that, she has volunteered to demonstrate this other lovely product made by the same member.”

The woman then reached out and grabbed a large wooden square four or so inches thick with a hole in the middle. There was metal all along the edges of it, somehow bolted on. There were also large metal rings screwed into the side near the corners.

Evelyn unlatched something on the box and it hinged open. The woman then situated it around Tomieka’s neck and closed it again. The latch was closed again, and locked shut.

The older woman then grabbed a length of chain. Judy watched as their host attached that length of chain to another one hanging from a hook in the ceiling. The lower chain was attached to the hanging chain in the middle, leaving two equal lengths hanging down. The woman then got another chain and did the same thing a couple of feet from the first. The lower chains had some sort of odd connector Judy didn’t recognize on both ends.

The two halves of the first chain were attached to the rings on the left side of Tomieka’s head. The two halves of the other chain to the two on her right.

Somehow, the woman had known how long to make the chain. The wood rested on the black girl’s shoulders, but only just. The girl clearly wouldn’t be able to sit down or even bend slightly until she was released.

Evelyn then had Tomika place her hands behind her back and bound her forearms together. Now Judy’s owner was completely helpless. It was strange to see, but it got the mother aroused. She was impressed at how amazing her Mistress looked standing straight up, but helpless and bound. Not for the first time, she wondered what the girl saw in her.

“Ah, beautiful,” their host said after stepping back to admire her handiwork. “And I know all you lovely people appreciate just what a special occasion this is, having a dominant woman all tied up and helpless, for the first time no less.”

There was no expression on Tomieka’s face as the audience murmured their agreement. Judy wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or a bad one.

“And now, let’s get this beautiful slave ready for her spanking. Judy, come here.”

Judy approached the woman who grabbed her and positioned her next to the sawhorse contraption. The woman had her bend at the waist. The pad was comfortable. And the covered board was fairly wide. It rubbed the top of her thighs on one side. Her abdomen and much of her stomach rested on it, the other end of the pad not all that far from her breasts.

The older woman then grabbed one of Judy’s arms and put a cuff around it, attaching the other end to a leg of the sawhorse. The other arm received the same treatment. Then the woman grabbed one of Judy’s legs, widening her stance a bit and making sure she had no slack to wiggle around. Once the leg was cuffed and attached the other leg followed.

If she tried hard enough Judy might have been able to make the entire thing wobble a bit, but it seemed quite sturdy, so even there she wasn’t sure. And short of that, there was no way she could move an inch.

“There now, that should do. Now, let me introduce you to our new crop. I know there are a few of you that won’t be the least bit impressed by this, but it is an excellent tool for beginners or those that don’t like pain.” The woman laughed. “Judy here falls into both of those categories by the way.”

The mother tried to peer between her legs to get a look at the object in question, but she could only see the woman’s legs, and unfortunately she was holding the object up for the crowd.

She saw the feet turn away from the audience and toward her.

“Now, let’s see how she reacts to this.”

Judy felt a swat and let out a little yelp. Whatever this was, it stung more than hands had. She felt several more swats, moving around her ass. She tried hard to control herself but still found herself letting out a low grunt or groan with each hit. The impacts didn’t feel nearly as powerful as a hand did, they stung far more. She wondered what her ass would look like when this was done. Red? Bruised?

There was a pause. Judy felt a swing far harder than the others thus far. She let out a started cry before she even knew what had happened.

“I don’t think she likes that,” the woman laughed. “As you can see, despite being an affordable item and mostly for beginners, it can be quite effective. I think she needs a few more, what do you guys think?”

A few of the assembled people stated their agreement. Others just laughed.

“A few more it is.”

Judy felt a series of blows in quick succession. She tried to stay silent but found it impossible. And after the first couple of impacts, she was no longer thinking of anything other than the sensation on her ass.

The blows stopped. “There now, that was well done.” Judy felt the woman run her hand over her tender ass. The woman then leaned over and began to release her. “I know you didn’t enjoy that. Honestly, that made it that much more fun. But I appreciate you agreeing to model for us tonight. You did very well. I’m sure everyone else here looks forward to having you do this for us again as much as I do.”

To Judy’s knowledge, they hadn’t agreed to do this again, just to help out with the group. But as much as it hurt, she wasn’t upset at the thought of continuing to model for the woman.

“Now, on to your Mistress.” The woman moved over to Tomieka. A woman handed her some sort of glass bulbs. “These little guys are our latest nipple suckers. They don’t look like much, but you won’t ever see them falling off. They don’t generally even need lube to stick.” Evelyn squeezed some rubber on the end and then attached the glass to Tomieka’s breast. One for the other breast soon followed.

“There now, doesn’t she look lovely? And thanks to these nipple suckers those pert little tits will soon be quite sensitive. Now, I didn’t tell her this, but she is going to get a taste of the crop as well…and her slave is going to give it to her.”

Judy, who had been staring there awkwardly, was suddenly brought back to reality. She saw the look of surprise and worry on Tomieka’s face. She wondered what her own face looked like, because of all the things she had pictures possibly happening tonight, this had not made the list.

After a stunned silence, she spoke up. “Evelyn, I’m sorry. I’m not sure I can do that. I love her. I don’t want to hurt her. And I am her slave. I can’t do anything without her permission.”

“Yes, yes. I understand your reticence. But she agreed that you two girls would be our models for this evening. And I did warn her that there might be a surprise or two, and she still agreed.”

Judy looked at her Mistress, who was just standing there in stunned silence. “I understand. But would it be possible for me to take it in her place?”

The woman looked surprised. “Your ass has to be throbbing right now, and you said you didn’t like pain. Are you SURE you didn’t enjoy that?”

“Quite sure, Maam. I can’t stand the thought of more, but I would rather take it myself than have her endure it.”

“Well, she was right. You are a special slave. But I’m afraid this isn’t optional. Every good top should know what it’s like on bottom. I can’t make you do this. But if you don’t agree, I will have to spank her myself. And I promise you, I will go much harder on her than you will.”

Judy didn’t know what to do, she just looked at her Mistress. Fortunately, Tomieka had come to her senses. She laughed a very nervous-sounding laugh.

“It’s okay slave. She’s right. I agreed to this, and it will help me understand and appreciate you more to know what you go through for me. Please go ahead and do as she asks.”

Evelyn handed Judy the crop. She moved very slowly behind her Mistress. She tentatively flicked the crop and lightly hit her mistress on the ass. It felt so very wrong. She performed a few more light flicks.

“Oh come now. You can do better than that. You are going to need to hit her harder. If I don’t think she got enough from you, I’ll have a turn once you are done, and you know how that will go.”