I enjoy your site and visit it often. It is definitely unique in the realm of strange and wonderful. The accompanying story includes, among other things, male and female enforced chastity. You are welcome to post it on your site if you think your vistors would enjoy reading it.
When Lisa received the news of the collapse of First Galactic Holdings, she was extremely annoyed. She had spent the last year traveling around the galaxy being self indulgent and spending a lot of unicredits drawn on her FGH account. Now she was stuck on Bazai, a small tourist asteroid, broke and without a way to get home. The resort staff was very understanding of Lisa's predicament, however, before long it was clear that she had outstayed her welcome. In order to avoid the strained atmosphere at the resort Lisa began taking long walks.
One morning while out walking Lisa noticed that a luxury space yacht was berthed at the pavilion. Normally only freight and cruise craft stopped at Bazai. She went over to the ship to get a closer look. Most of the space vehicles Lisa had seen in her travels were fairly utilitarian. This one had obviously been designed by an artist. It was long and slender with a glossy dark blue finish that appeared to pulsate. There was a spidery crimson trim around all the windshields and portals, and at the nose of the craft was a very striking gold starburst.
Lisa was admiring the vessel, and speculating on the personal wealth necessary to afford it, when she felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She turned and found herself looking at a very tall woman with long auburn hair and penetrating blue eyes. "It's very impressive, isn't it? Would you like to see the inside?" the woman said. Lisa voiced her agreement that the yacht was indeed impressive and accepted the offer to see its interior.
As they walked Lisa and Erin introduced themselves and began the process of sharing histories and personal information that new acquaintances go through. They walked along a series of corridors and passed through a seemingly endless number of rooms, each more lavishly appointed than the one before it. They finished the tour in an opulent lounge with a large skylight which afforded a magnificent view of the stars and nearby planets.
Erin sat on a hovercouch and motioned for Lisa to join her. Lisa had mentioned the awkward position she was in and it had given Erin an idea. "I've been thinking," she said, "If you'd be willing to work for your passage, I could help you get home, or at least a whole lot closer than you are now. We are headed in that direction, but the owner sometimes changes his destination. If he does, we can drop you at the nearest port and provide you with enough unicredits to take you where you're going."
Lisa perked up at this suggestion. She had almost given up hope of ever getting out of Bazai. "Of course I'd be willing to work, but what could I do? I've never worked on a space yacht before."
"You could be my assistant, " Erin answered, with an impish smile beginning to form on her face. "You would be perfect. I'm sure I could convince Jamie—he's the owner—to hire you."
"And what is your job?" Lisa inquired.
Erin stood up and announced with a dramatic flair, "I am the Recreation Executive!"
"What exactly does a recreation executive do?"
"I recreate, of course," she quipped. "Basically, I make sure that the owner and his guests are properly entertained. I find them interesting places to visit and plan their itinerary when they're in port. When we're in space, often I am the entertainment."
"Whatever they want. Singing, dancing, comedy. Mostly, though, its what I refer to as performance sex. This is a great job…I'm very good at it! Where else can you live out your fantasies in a safe environment and get paid for doing it?"
"Do you actually have sex with them?"
"Sometimes. These people are pretty jaded. Their tastes tend to be kinky and somewhat cerebral. The challenge for me is to keep it fresh and stimulating. Having you as my assistant would be a big help. I'm sure everyone would enjoy having you aboard."
Lisa was well acquainted with strange and wonderful sex. Once she even had an inter-species affair with a Moruvian. Just thinking about Bibi's two purple cocks, one in her cunt and the other in her ass, still gave her goose bumps. "Well, I don't know," she mumbled. "Its true that I have eclectic sexual tastes, but getting up in front of groups has never been easy for me."
Erin leaned in close and looked into Lisa's eyes intently. "Don't worry about it, sweet cheeks," she said softly, "I'm a very good teacher. And I can help you relax." Then she pulled Lisa to her and kissed her tenderly. There was really nothing left to say. Lisa ran her tongue over Erin's lips softly, then kissed her back with a passion that surprised them both.
Erin winked and whispered seductively, "Naturally you will have to audition for the job. And of course I'll need to inspect the merchandise." Slowly she began removing Lisa's clothes. "I hope you enjoy being submissive because that is what will be required of you." Erin's words sent a tingle of excitement throughout Lisa's entire body. "That won't be a problem," she murmured, as the last of her clothing was removed.
Erin gazed appreciatively at Lisa as she stood there naked. Her long black hair sprayed across the smooth olive skin of her delicate breasts. She appeared much smaller and feminine without clothes. Erin walked behind her and inspected the gentle curve of her buttocks. She leaned around Lisa's thigh and tugged lightly on her clitoris.
"Have you ever been trained as a submissive?" she asked suddenly. "No I haven't, but I suspect that you intend to correct that lapse in my education," Lisa replied coyly. "You're absolutely right about that. I will help you explore that aspect of your nature and introduce you to the ecstasy of submission." Erin then gazed intently into her eyes and said, "This will be a significant crossroad in your life. Are you sure you want to begin this adventure?" Lisa nodded her assent. "Well then, there is no time like the present to get started. I want you to undress me slowly and pleasure me with your mouth as you do it."
"Lisa came over to Erin, pulled back the luxurious golden brown hair, and began kissing her ear very tenderly. It was obvious that Erin was enjoying the feel of Lisa's warm breath and soft lips as she closed her eyes and smiled dreamily. Lisa used her tongue to caress the earlobe, then she nibbled at it gently. After a while she moved on to the other ear and subjected it to the same tender torture. Eventually Lisa turned her attention to the nape of Erin's neck. By the time she got around to removing Erin's blouse, they were both keenly aware that a natural and comfortable chemistry existed between them.
Lisa paused briefly to admire Erin's breasts. They were pale and firm with the shape of a classic champagne glass. The erect nipples attested to the effect that Lisa's ministrations were having on Erin. Each nipple was adorned with finely crafted ruby and silver studs which protruded in a circular fashion on all sides at the base. Lisa continued to pleasure Erin, kissing, licking and sucking tirelessly. As she sucked gently on her nipples she began to sense that Erin had a wider spectrum. She gave them a tentative love bite which elicited a soft groan of pleasure. Soon she was chewing and biting and pinching her nipples energetically while Erin writhed encouragingly.
Starting at the shoulders, Lisa worked her way slowly down each arm to Erin's finger tips. She meticulously sucked each finger in turn and softly licked the palm and back of each hand before moving on to the small of the back. She eased Erin's shorts down and very carefully traced her tongue over each cheek. Lisa spent a very long time servicing Erin's tiny pink anus. She knew it would be expected. And she loved it, this was truly a demonstration of submission.
When Lisa came around to attend to Erin's front, she was surprised to find an erect penis waiting for her. Not missing a beat, Lisa knelt down to accommodate Erin's cock with her mouth. As she got close up she saw a cleanly shaved vagina directly below the cock. Lisa quivered with excitement. Her decision to start with Erin's pussy was met with approval. Oral sex was something that Lisa had always been good at. She felt a special closeness when her lovers climaxed from her oral caresses. After all this foreplay, Lisa easily coaxed three shuddering orgasms from Erin within minutes.
While she lay back recovering from the last orgasm, Lisa began licking the shaft and tip of her cock. Before long Erin had recovered enough to take hold of Lisa's neck and begin directing her efforts. Lisa loved everything about having a hard cock in her mouth. She particularly liked the feeling of having the tip of a cock pressing against the furthest recesses of her throat when she slid her mouth down the shaft to its origin. Erin rubbed her cock against the roof of Lisa's mouth for a while, then thrust deep repeatedly. Finally she forced it in as far as it would go and rotated slowly until she reached a quiet and soothing orgasm, releasing her sweet fluid into Lisa's eager mouth.
When Erin discharged into her mouth Lisa was overwhelmed by an intense orgasm. She savored the exotic taste of Erin's semen while her entire being twitched and ached in an exquisite sensual eruption. Gradually Lisa's nervous system returned to normal and she resumed her mission. She licked the last drops of cum from Erin's cock and then began caressing the inner thighs lovingly with her lips. From there she traveled to the soft skin behind the knee, slowly down to the ankle, and finally to Erin's elegantly formed feet. Lisa slid Erin's sandals off and placed her mouth around the toes of one foot, sucking gently and sensuously. Slowly and tenderly she attended to each toe individually as well as to the ball and arch. Then she pulled Erin's other foot into her mouth and gave it the same treatment.
After she was finished, Lisa sat next to Erin on the couch and stroked her hair. Erin's muscles felt like gelatin, she was fairly certain she would never walk again. Without opening her eyes she said softly, "You've got the job. When can you start?"
Arrangements were made to have Lisa's belongings sent over from the resort. They were waiting for her when she was brought to her room that evening. As she unpacked and became accustomed to her new quarters, Lisa reflected on the day's events. This morning her life had been going nowhere. Now suddenly it was taking a path that would change her life forever.
It was a long time before Lisa was able to sleep. Visions of submissive scenarios kept coming into her mind. Her thoughts raced from one fantasy to another, causing her to become extremely aroused. When she did finally drift off to sleep, her dreams were a series of bizarre sexual montages. She awoke briefly in an intensely agitated state. Lisa had barely touched herself when she felt the release between her legs which allowed her to relax and return to her slumber.
While Jamie and his friends were exploring Bazai, Lisa became acquainted with her surroundings. She discovered a library with a large collection of hologram visions, book chips, and sound balls. She chose a ball and carried it with her as she perused the shelves. Timeless soothing music gradually pervaded the room. Lisa was impressed by the breadth of the collection. She was not surprised to find a broad selection of sexual material in each medium. She realized with a flash of insight that she would be featured in this collection soon. And the idea appealed to her. Lisa envisioned watching herself in the throes of pain and passion, reliving vicariously the intensity of the experience.
Later she wandered into a large room with a circular platform in the center. On all sides ergonomically designed hoverchairs and hovercouches were arranged to face the stage. Lisa surmised correctly that she would be spending a lot of time in this room. She wondered idly how long it would be before she made her debut. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Jamie and his entourage returned that afternoon. Bazai, alas, does not have much to entertain a seasoned traveler. Indeed, Jamie was quite bored with the place. The news of Erin's new assistant improved his mood considerably. Viewing the vision of Lisa's audition whetted his appetite for a stimulating evening. He instructed Erin to prepare her for their bon voyage party.
Waiting for the appointed hour was excruciating. Erin had said only that she would be initiated that evening, no details were provided. Electricity coursed through every nerve. Her senses were all heightened with anticipation as she waited impatiently. The desire to become totally submissive had existed below the surface for several years. Now that the opportunity finally presented itself, she was eager to get started. She wasn't sure exactly what to expect, but she knew she wanted this—the sooner the better. Eventually Erin came for her. Lisa sat naked on the bed and accepted the cup of amber fluid offered to her. No words were spoken. Lisa drank the contents of the cup slowly then rose and followed Erin to the chamber where she was expected.
Lisa stood in the center of a shaft of light which encompassed the stage. She could not see anything beyond the circle of light. The elixir had relaxed her and given her a warm feeling of well being. She was no longer impatient, rather she was savoring her anticipation as a crucial part of the ritual. Lisa lost all sense of time. She wondered how many people were watching her. She couldn't hear anyone speaking or moving, but she was certain that many eyes were fixed upon her naked body.
Jamie quietly stepped onto the stage and came over to her. Savoring the moment, he stood there looking down at Lisa with keen interest. A faint smile appeared on his face, accentuating his classic Nordic features. "Welcome to your new life, " he said. "I'm sure you know who I am. Erin and I will be your guides. This will be an exciting experience for all of us. I can't tell you everything that will be required of you because I like to be creative and dream up new ideas; however, I will start with the basics to set the tone and develop in you the proper frame of mind."
Jamie told her to close her eyes, spread her legs apart slightly, and raise her arms away from her body. She complied docilely. He produced a curved metal wand and began following the contour of her body with it. Lisa felt a prickly sensation on her skin and heard the crackle of electricity as he proceeded. After he had traced the wand over her entire body, Erin handed him a reflection shield which he held up in front of Lisa. "You may open your eyes now," he informed her. She blinked in surprise as she saw the image of her completely hairless body. "This visually reinforces the totality of your submission. Whenever you look at your reflection you will be reminded of your proper role." Lisa was transfixed by her reflection. A warm glow started in her genitals and spread slowly throughout her body as the significance of this transformation registered in her mind.
Erin took the reflector from Jamie and handed him four metallic bands. He placed one band around each of Lisa's wrists and ankles. After the last one was closed tightly her arms were pulled straight out from her sides by an invisible force. She was unable to move any of her limbs, the same force held her legs firmly in place. With a piercing laser Jamie made small holes in the clitoris and each labium and nipple. Then he connected her labia with a slender steel lock, effectively barring entry to her vagina. The ember that had been smoldering between Lisa's legs flared into a white hot flame the instant that the lock snapped shut. The intensity of the fire increased as an identical lock was secured to each of the other newly created openings. Once again Jamie afforded her an opportunity to view herself. Lisa was pleased with what she saw. The four glistening locks were a complement to her absolute nudity. "These locks are a symbolic as well as practical reminder of your status. You are to concern yourself with providing pleasure for the dominants that you serve. The lower lock will help you remember at all times what is demanded of you. The sight and feel of these adornments will continuously impress upon you the completeness of your release of control. There is one other thing you need to know before we proceed to the next step," he said, and then paused for effect. "The locks are permanent, there are no keys." The impact of Jamie's last words caused a sudden weakness in Lisa's knees. The finality of the statement took her by surprise. When she regained her composure, she said very quietly, "Thank you."
"You are going to become intimately acquainted with the whip," Jamie announced matter-of- factly. "Truly nothing pleases me more than a succulent submissive writhing under the caress of a discipline whip. The constant presence of whip marks on your body will be additional testimony of your servitude. Tonight is the beginning of an extended training period. You will be initiated momentarily with an extremely severe whipping that will leave you marked for many days. From tomorrow onward you will be whipped daily, perhaps as many as five times per day. The drink that you had is a strong hypnotic. I am now going to give you a post hypnotic suggestion that will help you enjoy this. Listen carefully…you will derive immense pleasure from the pain caused by the whip. As the session is nearing an end the blows will be counted backward to zero. At the final stroke you will be allowed to have an intense mental orgasm. Each whipping will basically follow that sequence. By the time your training is complete you will have developed a taste for pleasing dominants in this fashion."
He held a remote controlled whip up to Lisa's lips and she kissed it. Her skin tingled with anticipation. Jamie placed a blindfold over her eyes and said, "Enjoy your journey." He left the whip suspended in front of her and walked off the platform and sat in a hoverchair. He engaged the power unit and the rite of passage began.
The whip tore into Lisa's soft flesh. The pain was searing, it was as if a hot poker was being pressed against her skin each time it made contact. She revelled in the pain, welcomed it, invited the whip to even the most intimate places. Methodically it traversed her entire body, sparing only her head and extremities. Sometimes it teased and caressed her flesh, while others it flayed her cruelly leaving delicate lines of blood in its wake. The session progressed like an intricate musical piece, building slowly, wandering off on subtle tangents, and finishing with a tremendous crescendo that enveloped Lisa in ecstasy.
When it was over Lisa was left on display for quite a long time. Although she could not see, she knew that her body was covered with welts and cuts—her flesh burned pleasurably. She was filled with a profound sense of fulfillment that she had never experienced before. There was no turning back…and no regrets. Lisa's arms were suddenly pulled behind her back and secured, her legs were released. Erin led her to where Jamie sat and told her to kneel in front of him. As she complied, Lisa simultaneously felt Jamie's cock being shoved into her mouth and Erin entering her from behind. They had become extremely aroused watching her introduction to the whip. Both pounded into her feverishly. Being skewered in this manner was exquisite. Lisa applied subtle pressure with her throat on Jamie's cock and thrust her ass up to allow Erin to penetrate deeper. She was surprised at their endurance, it was a long time before they were done. Her throat and anus ached pleasantly as she was led to her room where she was spread-eagled securely to the bed. Exhausted, Lisa drifted off quickly and enjoyed a night filled with decidedly perverse dreams.
Erin released the magnetic force that held Lisa's limbs outstretched and removed the blindfold. Lisa awoke to see Erin smiling down at her. "How is my little slave girl this morning," she said, stroking Lisa's bald head lightly with her finger tips. A dreamy smile was the only reply. "Perhaps we should rethink paying you for this, you seem to be enjoying it a little too much." Lisa responded the same as before. Erin reached down to touch the lock that connected the labia. "Absolutely delicious," she said, as she rolled it in her fingers. "Just looking at this gets me hot."
Erin set up a surround reflector for Lisa to examine herself with. Remembering the number of blows she had received, it seemed amazing to her that there were not more traces of the whip on her flesh. Perhaps twenty-five marks of varying intensity remained, primarily across her breasts, inner thighs and buttocks. Looking at the reflection of herself had a dizzying, exhilarating effect. The image looking back at her was a totally transformed Lisa. She turned around slowly several times viewing the locks and welts with fascination. She watched herself brush a hand over her hairless head and genitals with an odd sense of detachment, as if she were watching someone else. Despite the strangeness, she liked what she saw and what it signified. She felt that she had finally found the thing for which she had been searching for a long time.
When she had completed examining herself, Erin began to prepare her for the training regimen. "Each morning the day will begin with a whipping here in your room. Periodically during the day you will be summoned to the entertainment room for additional sessions. Just before you go to bed a final whipping will be administered. Generally I will participate in the morning and evening training. In the entertainment room you are to stand in the middle of the platform and wait. Those sessions will either be preprogrammed or administered by remote control. Although there usually won't be anyone present, everything will be recorded so that it can be enjoyed at a convenient time. When you are in the entertainment room you will be bound in some fashion. For viewing purposes it enhances the overall enjoyment, and I'm sure you will derive a little excitement from it as well. However, a well trained submissive willingly accepts the whip without being forced. That is the area that I will be concentrating on with you. Does that meet with your approval, Slavie?" she asked with a wink.
Lisa simply nodded her head and smiled. She didn't know what to say. All this talk of whipping was getting her aroused. After the intense experience of the previous night, she had become a devotee of the whip. Being tied down added an exciting dimension, but freely offering her body to be whipped appealed to her as being sublimely submissive.
Erin instructed her to kneel down with her legs spread apart. Immediately she felt the lash snake through her legs and snap violently against her clitoris, jolting her nervous system to full alert. It continued to explore that part of her anatomy while Erin pulled Lisa's face against her pussy. Lisa ran her tongue slowly up and down the slit between Erin's legs, stopping only to suck softly on the erect pink nodule at the apex. She placed two fingers in each orifice as she continued to caress lavishly with her lips and tongue. Her trainer moaned her approval, thrusting her body in unison with the lashes of the whip upon Lisa's body. When the countdown began the intensity of emotions and sensations became almost unbearable, building gradually to an explosive simultaneous climax that left them both gasping for air.
Several times that day Lisa stood on the stage and allowed herself to be bound and whipped. Each time her body was pulled into a different submissive pose by the force fields controlling her wrist and ankle bands. During the first session she was suspended face down above the stage. Her arms were pulled behind her back and pinned to her ankles, which were extended as far apart as possible, while the whip concentrated on her back and the soft flesh of her ass. The next time she was suspended with her feet and hands secured together above her head in the front. The inner thighs and pubic area felt the caresses of the whip on that occasion. During the final performance of the day her arms were pulled toward the ceiling forcing her to the tips of her toes as her breasts were thoroughly marked.
Erin inspected the swollen red stripes on Lisa's body as she prepared her for the nocturnal session. "Did you have fun in school today, slave?" she inquired. Lisa confessed to Erin that she had enjoyed offering herself to the whip, and that she was looking forward to the training yet to come. "Well," said Erin, "I'm glad to hear that. We have a long trip ahead of us. Having you around to train will make the time pass easier for everyone. Some dominants like to break the spirit of their lovers by forcing them to endure extreme pain and submission against their will. Personally, I prefer introducing those who are predisposed to being submissive to their true nature and showing them how to embrace it. You obviously have a real hunger for this. Bon appetit!" she said, as she turned on the whip and placed her stiffening cock into Lisa's waiting mouth.
The daily routine followed this pattern with some variations. Lisa lost track of how much time had passed. She wasn't sure whether it had been weeks or months since she left Bazai. What she was sure of was that she was in a constant state of arousal. She awoke each morning from vivid sexual dreams and lay waiting for Erin to release her bonds in eager anticipation of the first whipping and orgasm of the day. With every step or gesture the movement of the locks subtly reminded her of the extent of her submission and caused her to begin looking forward to the next session. A glimpse of a whip mark on her flesh or the reflection of her naked and hairless body invariably ignited a fire in her loins. Lisa marveled at how easily she had adapted to her new situation and how happy she was.
Lisa did not adapt quite so easily to the next phase in her training. She could barely contain her disappointment when Erin informed her one morning that the whippings would cease for an indefinite period. Almost immediately she began to yearn for the lash upon her flesh. A deep and unrelenting ache gripped her sex. It was as if she going through withdrawal from a powerful and addictive drug. She realized that she was still constantly aroused, only now it was driven by longing rather than anticipation. Her dreams became increasing torrid and graphic. Lisa watched wistfully as the last marks of the whip slowly faded away.
Erin instructed her to spend several hours each day in the library watching visions of herself being whipped. She enjoyed a vicarious thrill reliving past sessions from the vantage point of the audience. Lisa was surprised at the expression of rapture on her face as the leather punished her flesh.
Before long she progressed to visions of others being whipped. She discovered a sizeable collection featuring submissives of both sexes being initiated. These were her favorites. Watching others experience the same rites gave Lisa a sense of belonging to a wonderfully perverse coterie. Segments featuring the locking of genitalia affected her profoundly—the sound of the lock snapping shut released an intense current that traveled from her sex to every nerve in her body. Viewing the subsequent whippings brought on a heightened state of sexual excitement that lingered for hours.
Many weeks passed in this fashion. Lisa soon became an aficianado of whipping visions. Although she still craved the whip, the intensity of her longing abated somewhat. Secretly she hoped for an opportunity to watch a live session. Consequently, she was extremely pleased when Erin told her that she was invited to witness a special initiation.
The room was very quiet as Lisa waited for the ceremony to begin. Once her eyes adjusted to the darkness she could see the silhouettes of numerous people in the room. A shaft of light illuminated the stage. Eventually the door opened and a naked teenage boy was led to the center of the light. His wrists, encircled with slender metal bands, were held firmly to a chain belt around his waist. The boy's face was androgenous; his body was smallish and thin.
Giselle, stepped onto the stage. She wore a crimson body stocking with openings which exposed her firm breasts and neatly trimmed pubes. Flawless ebony skin and closely cropped hair accentuated her slender physique and fine features. She looked around the room briefly and then addressed the audience. "This is my birthday present. Jamie ordered him from a procurement agency. Isn't he beautiful? According to the biography he is a virgin and his name is Thomas." She walked around the youth slowly. Giselle slid her hand along his ass. She paused to pinch him playfully. Her fingers wandered to his anus and forced their way in. The boy winced slightly, more from surprise than pain. She stared into Thomas' eyes as she informed him of what was to come. "You are now my personal submissive. Primarily you will be required to service me with your mouth, and to submit to frequent whippings. Is that clear?" Thomas meekly nodded to indicate that he understood.
"But first I have to get you ready." The hair removal wand was handed to Giselle and she began tracing the contour of his body with it. Given his small size and minimal body hair, the process was completed very quickly. She allowed him to see a reflection of her handiwork, then she exchanged the wand for the piercing laser and permanently secured the cock of the young initiate by deftly slipping the shaft of a lock through the new openings that she made in his foreskin and scrotum. "You will always be a virgin in this regard," she said, smiling wickedly as she closed the lock. "This prevents you from even getting an erection. Very nice, don't you think, Thomas?" She held the reflector so that he could view the newly installed lock. The boy did not respond.
"You will come to appreciate it and discover the joys of submission." Giselle placed metal bands on each of his ankles and disconnected the bands on his wrists from the chain belt. As soon as she completed this his arms and legs were pulled and held by the force field. "Jamie helps submissives adjust to the whip with hypnosis. That is not my style. I am going to introduce you to the whip in the old fashioned way. I want you to suffer as much as possible during your initiation. In the end you will acquire a taste for the lash and for pleasuring dominants. One day you will thank me for training you in this fashion."
She put a blind fold over his eyes and stepped back to admire the tableau. A whip was handed to her by an attendant. "I shall administer the punishment myself. It will establish a special bond between us and enhance my pleasure when you pay homage to my pussy with your mouth later." With that she proceeded with the ritual. The initial blows were not very harsh. Thomas managed not to even flinch. As Giselle warmed to the task the force behind each stroke increased. It was not long before he began to cry out in pain. He begged and pleaded in vain. Tears streamed down his cheeks. These outward manifestations of misery inspired her to deliver more severe and frequent lashes. His body became covered with scarlet welts. Blood trickled from many of his wounds. Giselle was relentless, she whipped him furiously until she was too tired to continue. During the height of her onslaught Thomas was startled by the feeling of release that encompassed him as the leather cut into his flesh. Feeling the weight of the lock on his loins magnified the sensation and his pain suddenly became intensely pleasurable. He was disappointed when she finally stopped.
When Giselle recovered her strength, she positioned Thomas so that he was suspended face up horizontally with his face conveniently level with her pussy. His arms were pinioned and his legs spread apart. "Now it's time for your lips and tongue to become acquainted with the taste of their mistress," she said, pulling his face into her crotch. "Show me how much you liked your introduction to the whip."
Giselle had become extremely aroused as she administered the whipping. Her juices flowed freely as Thomas began exploring her pussy with his tongue. Its exotic taste and smell exhilerated his senses. Instinctively he was attuned to Giselle's desires. He lavished her sex with kisses. His tongue licked her swollen clitoris softly until she reached a deep and satisfying climax. After her nerves recovered from the orgasm, she allowed him to repeat his efforts several more times.
Giselle left him there as she strapped on a large dildo. She rubbed its tip up and down the crevice of his ass, nudging slightly against his anal orifice. Thomas was not prepared for the sudden sharp pain as she deflowered him with a single violent thrust. Just as she had with the whip, she showed his body no mercy. She rode him hard and long. In time the pain subsided and mingled with pleasure. As he hung there with Giselle pounding his rectum, Thomas crossed the threshold into total submission. He hung on display for quite some time. Finally she released his bonds and led him dazed and weak-kneed to her quarters.
The session overwhelmed Lisa. She had not anticipated how much more intense a live initiation would be than a vision, particularly since visions were very powerful in their own right. She was envious of Thomas, not because he had experienced an exquisite initiation, but because she was extremely attracted to Giselle. As she watched the initiation unfold she imagined herself in Thomas' place. She felt each stroke of the whip and savored the sweet nectar of Giselle's sex. By the time Thomas lost the last vestige of his innocence Lisa knew that she wanted to be her submissive, even if she had to share the job.
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