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Session Training Story – Part 2

How Did I Get Here?

After she’d asked about him cracking one off while she was out, she’d put him in bondage on the bed. So no wanking and now here he was.

How had he got here like this?

Melanie had caught him giving himself a self-strapping in the shed then she’d followed up by giving him six more to each hand then made him blow her. Then she’d quizzed him about his sessions and why he was in ‘training’ for the next one in a few days. This was a new Melanie. This was something so vastly new.

He now lay on the bed, straps wrapping his wrists, ankles and knees in bondage just as he’d described to Melanie. It felt delicious but so strange to be like this on the bed.

And he could still feel the sting in his hands from the strapping Melanie had given him in the morning. Plus she’d promised to give him more when she returned from shopping so the XH tawse was going to work them over again. And she’d promised more strokes than he was used to making him fear-tremble at the thought. He could feel the start of an erection as he lay strapped up tight on the bed.

But now as he lay on the bed he heard Melanie return early, not having driven off for her shopping expedition. Quickly she was in the bedroom again then he felt it, something cold was resting against his unblemished butt and he was sure it was made of leather.

Melanie had said something about training his butt, not just his hands for the upcoming session. So he knew what was coming.

Butt Training

“Just so you know I love you,” Melanie whispered into his ear. “I can’t have you going to your next session without your butt getting trained, same as your hands. That wouldn’t be fair.”

He felt the bed move a little as she had leaned down, then again when she stood.

The he heard it, the swish that followed with the crack he knew so well as his butt flared into instant deep sting.

“Yah,” he gasped, the word hardly getting out when the tawse, it really felt like that XH tawse, lashed down again prolonging that into an “ah ahhh,” as the sting got in. Damn but the XH tawse did sting on the butt when used with any force and Melanie sure was doing that.

Melanie gave him a crisp strapping from the tawse, cracking it down hard and fast, covering the whole of his butt then licking the tops of his thighs making him rear up even more in the pain.

Each stroke slammed down with the familiar high pitched crack, and each one made him gasp, “Ahh,” for a moment.

He tired to keep the gasps in, to not show how painful it was as he didn’t want Melanie to stop, yet he wanted her to stop because it hurt. But he didn’t want her to stop because getting a strapping like this really was a fantasy coming true.

“There,” she said as she lay the tawse down on him, then rubbed a hand over his blazing butt, then whispered into his ear, “Shopping time. I’m looking forward to getting back and doing that all over again.”

Butt and Hands Training Time Again

Melanie returned home; he heard the car door in the distance, then the door and her footsteps in the house as she did whatever she did.

He felt the excitement ramping up the longer he heard her walking around. He heard doors open then close, footsteps, things being moved until finally he heard her footsteps approaching.

Without saying a word, he felt Melanie take the tawse off his back then seconds later it returned at speed.

And So It Continues

The next day as he stripped off for his morning shower he looked, his butt was deeply streaked with welts from the tawse, then Melanie walked in.

‘Show me,’ she said then when he turned she looked then ran a hand over his butt. ‘Wow. I did that?'”

He turned then kissed her on the mouth, ran his hands up and down her body and stroked a breast and her butt at the same time as he deep kissed her. He knew what she liked, and this was getting there he hoped.

She put her hand down then felt his erection thickening so she pulled back and grabbed it hard. ‘It looks like this hasn’t suffered. Have your shower, I’m thinking its time for a repeat of yesterday morning. I could do with a nice hard come and you need to keep in training.’

With that she left him. In the shower with half a hard on, his butt stinging slightly and his hands feeling bruised but not red he has a quick wash as he thought about this new Melanie. She sure had changed. She’d always been kink averse but now she seemed to almost channel dominatrix.

Not only that, she’d never been keen on oral either giving or receiving. That seemed to be a thing of the past for the receiving side at least. Getting blown by Melanie was maybe not that far away he hoped as he stepped out and dried off. He sure could use a come as it had been a couple of days now and he was feeling the need.

Finishing Melanie Off Nicely

The morning tawsing happened after his shower as Melanie lived up to her word to keep him in training. All of a sudden it was not looking like the smartest thing he’d ever said to her.

He found himself kneeling at the end of the bed, his hands out and raised as Melanie stood in front of him with his XH tawse in her hands, running it through her hands absently as she looked at the image of submission kneeling before her.

‘I never ever thought I’d be into anyting like this,’ she said. Then, ‘And putting you into bondage yesterday was kind of fun. I liked buckling those straps.’ She smiled as she flopped the tawse onto his palm to leave it laying there so he felt the leather. “And blistering your butt with this was a surprise also. I kind of got into that also. Do you mind? Is it helping?’

‘Ah, Mel, it is really challenging. I loved the bondage, damn that was good and the tawse on the butt was challenging also. I’ve always wanted to give you head, I’ve always loved your pussy but I could use some relief too you know.’

Melanie smiled. She flicked the tase up the air then let it flop down again. iI watched some porn yesterday when you were in bondage and got some ideas. Apparently bondage and getting a strapping is not all that strange. As for you popping off, forget it till after your session.’

With that the tawse was raised then brought down at speed across his waiting palm. He gasped, shook the palm, then kept it out for the next which arrived seconds later, then the third only a few seconds after that. He was now gasping loudly, shaking his hand and it had gone quite red.

‘I think I’m getting better at this. It seems a lot easier than yesterday,’ Melanie said.

Then she laid on three more strokes so his hand was now bright red and shaking as he held it out hoping that six was the full tarif.

‘Change hands,’ she said. Then seconds later the tawse was flopped on that as yet unblemished palm.

Then the procedure was repeated. She gave him three scorchers, then she looked down at her work and smiled, ‘I really am getting good at this aren’t I?’

‘Christ Melanie,” hge said, ‘you have no idea how that stings. Maybe you should try a few on the palms?;

Melanie smiled then laughed for a moment, ‘I don’t think so. Three more.’

Witht hat she applpied the final three, he hoped, of scrochers across the palm bringing it to incandescent heat and making it sting like the very devil had been at it.

She’d used the tawse hard, extra hard and now it was drawing to an end she was feeling disappointed. “I really don’t think six of the best to each wanking hand is enough, you know. I think we should go for a dozen to each. We did that yesterday. Tomorrow morning will be an ideal time to start that properly.”

She ran the tawse through her hands a few times as she looked at the bright red and shaking palm in front of her.

‘I really never though I’d get into anything like this, I keepo saying it, but uyou know, it is pulling me in,’ she said.

She smiled down at him, ‘But after yesterday it has become something I’m finding I’m quite looking forward to.’

With that she flicked the tawse up ikn the air again, then ler it flop back onto his hand and down onto his palm and fingers. ‘Leather straos suddenly mean something to me now,’ she said, ‘and this one in particular.’

Then taking her time she pulled it back then raised it over a shoulder. After a pause of a few seconds during which he almost trembled in anticipation  and fear at the stroke to come, she made the tawse swish through the air then crack down for a seventh time onto his oustretched palm making him double over and rub it, trying to get the infernal sting out of it.

But he couldn’t ease the sting of course. Now this had taken sevenof the best and hot damn, Melanie had sure taken to hand strapping.

Melanie had another idea though. She sat on the end of the bed, flicked up her skirt, opened her legs then “Make it a good one else we’ll repeat it all again. I need a good come,” she said.

He turned then obliged. Melanie was wet and excited already he could feel. With the first touch of his tongue, as it moved up and down her, then circled her engorged clit she reached forward then gripping his head, pulled him into her. ‘In, deep in,’ she said sternly.

He obliged by poking his tongue out as hard as he could, poking it into her vagina, running it up and down as much as he could with his head held so tightly. The effect of that brought Melanie to a massive come, far faster than she ever had that he could remember. He rode out the shaking, heard the gasps then the shrill cry at the end then she finally stilled, his face held against her crutch as she moved it gently in the aftermath of the orgasm.

When at long last Melanie came up from air after the gasping and shaking, she pushe dhis head back then looked down at him.

‘Not bad. Not bad at all, I really could get used to that and I must admit, I could do with a cock down there. But no sex for you till after your session. I think we need to find a compromise.’

Melanie clearly had some ideas. To be continued.

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FemDom Riding Academy – Part 1

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Michael emailed his BDSM resume to the admin email address of The Riding Academy then waited nervously. Supplying a photo of himself from front and side angles as well as full body normally clothed was a concern but his application would be rejected without it they said.

The whole thing sounded totally excessively exciting to him. He’d been into BDSM for a few years now, was single, and loved every moment of it. His last relationship had ended badly and now he was of the opinion that forming a relationship outside of BDSM was a non starter. They just didn’t get the idea.

The problem was sex. He liked it very much, had little trouble getting it via Tinder and dating sites, but it felt so superficial and had got rather mechanical and boring. Vanilla sex could be lovely but the thought of BDSM sex was something that was just pulling so hard he couldn’t ignore it.

Trying BDSM sex as a ‘plaything’ did sound exciting for a change.

The following day he got a phone call, not an email which surprised him. The woman calling herself ’The Riding Mistress’ asked so many questions about him, his life, his sexual experience and BDSM preferences it felt vastly intimate and daunting. ‘If you want the position, we need to know these things. Our clients demand experience and performance. We make sure our clients are matched up with compatible slaves,’ which excited him yet again. She finished off with, ‘We will email you after we have checked your references and given your application and responses proper consideration.’

Nothing arrived the next day. Nor the one after that but on day three after the call he got an email; ‘Your application has been approved. You must submit to a screening session. No sexual relief for 1 week before is required. You may get relief on the day, it depends on your performance and on the FemDom or FemDoms. On the day you will submit to at least one FemDom for evaluation for ongoing positions.’ After that was a user name and password for him access a login on of their website to make a reservation and manage his preferences. It was all very professional.

He spent a nervous half hour updating everything then accessed the calendar, found a time and date that suited him then made the reservation. It was for two hours, not the normal one and it laid out the ground rules again. Everything was very much what he would have expected but the no sexual relief, no intimate touching, no indulging in porn for the week prior was a change from the normal professional bookings he made.

The Stables

He presented to the Riding Academy at the appointed time then entered. The woman behind the reception desk was clearly a dominatrix. The leather skirt, corset, choker collar and cap were a dead give away. After confirming his name and appointment, she took him through a door to a small change room that had a shower and racks of lockers for clothes. ’I am the Riding Mistress,’ she said firmly to him,

Then, equally firmly, ’Strip, put all your clothes into the locker, shower and rinse your mouth then wait.’ She was certainly brusque and direct.

He did just that by putting his clothes into a locker then had a quick shower. After drying off then a double rinse with mouthwash he sat naked on the bench and waited.

Not long later the Riding Mistress returned carrying some hear. ‘All your visits will have your wrists bound, you’ll be collared with a lead, usually a blindfold and gagged. You’ll be left in the stables for the mistresses to select and use unless you have a booking from them. It’s up to the mistresses who use you to release you from any bondage, or none at all. They may want oral then give you some corporal or bondage, all or nothing. It’s up to them. They may just want a cuddle in a bed, or oral, or full service or any and all. You won’t have a choice.’

‘Yes mistress,’ he said quietly.

With that she slapped his face from one side to the other, not hard, but it surprised the hell out of him. ‘Address me as Riding Mistress.’

‘Yes Riding Mistress, sorry Riding Mistress,’ he said quickly. She certainly was strict.

‘Better,’ she said, then she strapped the wide leather collar round his neck and attached, then, ‘stand,’ she said as she pulled on the lead.

He stood then she firmly buckled wide leather cuffs round his wrists then connected them behind his back. ‘Follow,’ she said as she led him out of the change room.

“Normally you’ll be gagged and blindfolded. You may never see the stables again, or you might. It all depends on the mistress who uses you.’ She led him out of the change room, across a small concrete corridor then into a much larger room. It had bench seats along the walls, a large screen television, a media center and a kitchenette. ‘This is the stable where we keep slaves before they are used. When you get a booking, you’ll be led in here then parked on a bench waiting for the mistress to use you. She’ll come in then do as she wishes. Usually you’ll be led out of the room and into play room and all the time you’ll probably be blindfolded.’

She led him to a bench seat then he saw on the wall a large ring. ‘Sit’ she said, which he did. She ran the lead up to the ring then clipped it there. ‘You will always be in bondage as you wait for mistress, then she added after a moment and with a smile, ‘or mistresses plural.’

‘Last chance,’ she said, ‘do you consent to be used sexually, given corporal punishment, put into bondage for your time here. Say yes Riding Mistress or no Riding Mistress. This is your last chance to back out. After this we will have a training session if you say yes Riding Mistress. Speak now.’

He looked at the Riding Mistress in the leather gear and in bondage like he was, the whole idea, the whole concept still hugely attractive. ‘Yes please Riding Mistress, I consent.’

‘Good,’ she said. ‘This is how you’ll be left.’ After saying that she went to a table then collected a fist full of strappy looking gear. Returning he saw the ball gag, ‘Open’ she said just before she put it into his mouth and strapped it in tightly. Then the blindfold came next and then seconds later he felt something wrap his ankles. She’d strapped them together with a belt he found when he tried to move them.

He jumped when her hand found his cock and gripped it, then he got an instant erection as she ran her hand up and down its length, feeling his cock all over, running her hands along it. At the same time she must have pushed her chest into his face as he smelled her up close, the scent of woman, perfume and leather all mixing, getting into his brain through his nostrils as she fondled his cock, making his erection even harder. He sat in bondage unable to move or say anything.

‘Get used to being a sex object,’ she said quietly into his ear. Then she continued to run her hands over him for a few minutes, his erection now painfully hard. With a last tweak to his cock making him jump, Wait,’ she said then he heard her footsteps departing, the door open then close, then he heard her footsteps receding into the distance.

He sat bound and gagged with the blindfold cutting his sight off. He sat quietly with his erection going down slowly but still desperate for attention, feeling the straps around his wrists and ankles and then running his tongue over the ball gag in his mouth. He tried to move but found he was bound rather well. He could probably stand up but with the lead clipped to the wall he wouldn’t be able to move far and most likely he’d fall over anyway. So he sat quietly and listened.

First Use

As he sat and listened he waited, but time seemed to pass differently. He had only the bondage to feel and the ball gag to suck on so he had no idea how long he was there. Being naked and in bondage like that really was a buzz for him though, he was really quite enjoying it.

Time stretched and stretched until at last he heard multiple footsteps in the distance approaching then the door open. It was obviously at least one woman and maybe more from the sound of the voices. They were talking quietly, so quietly he struggled to hear, then he heard sounds coming from the other side of the room then he smelled it, coffee. He’d seen a machine so they must have made themselves a cup, then the heard them approach.

He felt the bench seat move slightly then he felt a woman sitting on either side of him and again his erection woke up. He was in bondage between two mistresses then. That was as kinky as he could want and with the passing seconds his erection got harder and harder.

‘Interesting,’ said a woman on one side quietly then he felt a soft hand take his cock which felt fantastic. The scent and the feel of being fondled was doing his head in. The the other woman said ‘usable’ from the other side as he felt a hand moving up and down his chest, ‘not bad. Lets play.’

He felt the strap around his ankles release, then the women stood and seconds later his lead was tugged making him stand. ‘Follow,’ one said.

They led him out of the room then into the corridor, his feet feeling the change from carpet to concrete. Then a short walk later they entered another room, his feet standing on carpet again.

They led him into the room then stopped him with a hand on his chest.

‘I feel like corporal,’ said one, and the other woman sighed, ‘and I want a come. Do me first then we can both do some corporal and then we can go again.’

The woman wanting corporal sighed also, then, ‘OK,’ as he felt his lead pulled so he followed but only two steps. ‘Kneel,’ said a woman so he did. When his knees were on the carpet he felt his legs strapped together again then he felt a woman close in front of him then he sensed movement, something happening then he heard her sit, possibly on a chair or bed.

Nothing happened for a few moments but he heard clothes rustling then a hand unstrapped the ball gag. ‘Lick me good,’ was the command as hand gripped his head pulling him forward and down. In a moment he smelled then felt a woman’s crutch then with his head held firmly it was positioned right where she wanted it.

He had never minded giving head, he suspected it was all part of being submissive, and this time it was certainly all of that. He licked, he tongued, he moved his face up and down as he pleasured the woman. She gripped his head to move him for her pleasure which he could feel was rising quickly.

It didn’t take long till he felt her quivering, her thighs and crutch reacting strongly and moving against his face as he worked her.

Then there was a loud ‘crack’ as his bent over butt was given a hard stroke of something, something like a strap or a belt. It wasn’t as sharp and deep as the cane or tawse and not as broad and thuddy as a prison strap.

He gasped loudly into the pussy his face was pulled into. This had an effect on the woman being licked, she gasped, ‘oh God yes, give him some more of my belt, I want to gag him with my pussy. Strap him hard. Make him shout into me,’ and with that the pressure on his head increased as he was pulled forward.

He responded as much as he could, thrusting his tongue deep inside her, running it up and down as best he could, finding her little clit and twiddling while all the time the other mistress strapped him. Soon the cracks of leather on his butt were echoed by the cries of a woman climaxing, her hips and thighs shaking like in an earthquake, her hands holding his head against the crutch that was wide open and wanting attention.

‘Ohh, that was good,’ he heard the woman in front of him say.

‘Lets give him some proper corporal, a proper strapping then the cane,’ said the woman behind him.

With that his head was released then he felt arms lifting him and ‘Up,’ one said. He stood on slightly wobbly feet because they were strapped together but that didn’t last long. He felt his wrists released then raised and with a light tinkling, they were clipped to something above him, a suspension bar he thought.

He heard a slight noise then his arms were pulled up till he was standing tall, almost but not quite on tip toe.

As he stood in bondage and with the taste of the woman in his mouth, his erection was raging again, poking out in front.

‘Oh look’ said the woman he guessed he’d had his face into, ‘I think he likes this. Go on, get into it,’ she said egging her companion on.

Seconds later his butt blazed again with a loud crack, this time the strap landing a lot harder and pushing him forward a little. This time the strap felt different, more stingy and less thuddy than the previous strapping making it more difficult to take.

This set the pace for the next few minutes. The woman behind him gave him a heavy strapping, the leather cracking down every few seconds but he got a surprise. The woman in front moved closer and closer so she was bumping against him when he got a hard stroke. Then with one stroke that was particularly hard his naked body was against her and that made his erection throb even more.

Then to his surprise, the woman in front fully embraced him, her body fully against him with her head to one side. ‘I’ve never had a man strapped when we cuddle,’ she said as her body was against his. ‘I’m kind of liking it,’ she added.

He found it remarkably erotic to feel and to smell the woman in bondage while under discipline. It was hugely erotic with her scent in his face as the strap slammed down on his butt. Her saying it was her belt only just made it better as he imagined her wearing it then taking it off, doubling it over then using it.

He felt a movement then the gag was loosened then removed. ‘Kiss me,’ she said then he had a face full of woman kissing his brains out.

As the strap landed. Slamming against his butt and the occasional stroke on the tops of his thighs his gasps went into the woman’s mouth, her tongue working on his, her mouth taking his shouts as she gagged him with her tongue.

Again it was incredibly erotic.

The woman behind him was giving him her all with the strap, his butt was blazing when the mouth left his, ‘Time out,’ said the woman in font, ‘I’ve got an idea.’

The woman left him for a moment then he heard some whispering. It didn’t last long then he heard something he couldn’t work out. But when she gripped his cock then rolled a condom into it, he recognized that well enough.

‘Lets see how this works,’ she said into his ear, raising his hopes for a fuck which was incredibly appealing right now.

Then the woman was embracing him again and with ‘Kiss me deep,’ her hand went onto his cock then it was guided into her warm wet tunnel sending him sky high as she moved forward and embraced him. Then he was deep tongue kissing her as she moved forward onto his cock, taking its full length till they were butted against each other, her crutch gripping his length tightly. She rolled her hips a little, moving him slightly, shifting against him to get it just right, taking pleasure from the feeling of cock deep inside her.

‘I’ve missed that feeling she whispered,’ with her arms around him locked in a deep kiss.

He gasped into her mouth as he felt his spunk rising. The woman felt that too, ‘Time for the cane, nice and hard, cool him down,’ she said beside his ear to the other woman as she gripped him tight and stopping any movement.

Seconds later his butt blazed incandescent as a line of fire crossed it. It could only be the cane from something as painful as that making him move and gyrate in the sting. That had two effects he found. First of all the movement made his cock move in and out of the woman in front but the immense sting and heat from the cane stroke also brought him back from coming, the mixed emotions prolonging the fuck.

‘One pump per stroke,’ she said into his ear which was something new and something wonderful he was thinking. He’d be caned for fucking, as he fucked. Then she added, ‘Try not to come,’ she said which he thought just about impossible with his cock right up her.

The woman in front moved her hips back so his cock retreated from her, then she slammed herself forward onto him, his cock exploding in pleasure from the thrust as she kissed him deeply, her tongue swirling against his and her full body sending tremors of pleasure through all of him.

Then there was the shrill sound of cane through the air and the sharp crack of it landing on his butt giving him an electrifying jolt of pain making him quiver. He’d been on planet fuck and immersed in it when the cane on his butt brought him back. The woman was now holding him tight, holding him close, her pussy gripping the length of his cock as the pain made him tremble but she wasn’t moving at all, gripping him tightly.

‘Yes,’ she gasped then, ‘that was good,’ she said into his ear, then she moved back and forward to fuck him hard. ‘Again,’ she said then her tongue was in his mouth as she gripped him tight, moved her hips away from him then slamming forward. The pump of her hips revived his cock and made him needy for release.

Seconds later the cane whistled then cracked and again he responded in the same way, quivering and shaking with the deep pain and that sent his cock moving and vibrating. The mistress in front gripped him tight. Only her tongue moved in his mouth silencing him as her arms wrapped him holding him tight and fully inserted into her but not moving her hips at all. As the cane stroke made his butt blaze, his cock twitched inside the woman but without the friction of movement he was brought from the edge of the massive come that was right in front of him. It took all his concentration not to push his hips back and forwards frantically to fuck her into blasting off a load into the condom.

Has he stood, the tongue moved around in his mouth then she lifted her face off and whispered, ‘If you can’t hold back, tell me. My friend wants a ride,’ and that did his head in. A threesome was not something he’d thought all that much about but with two dominatrices and in bondage with corporal it was the most erotic thing he could think of.

As she said that his cock twitched inside her again, then her tongue was in his mouth, her hips went back and forward in a delicious deep fuck that terminated in yet another swish and crack of the cane.

He was fucked senseless with the only reason he didn’t come being the hard strokes of the cane but he couldn’t take any more without coming.

After just eight hip thrusts and cane strokes he had to pull back and say, ‘Mistress I’m about to come,’ as he kept his cock out of her. Just one more hip thrust and it would be all over.

The woman let him go after a quick kiss on the lips, ‘Good boy,’ she said. Then, ‘I’ll just give you a crisp six of the best for that otherwise it would have been two dozen.’

So saying she moved away then nothing seemed to happen for a few moments till there was the swish of the cane and again his butt bladed. ‘Yahhh,’ he said in a long loud grunt.

‘Oh,’ said one of the women quietly, then seconds later the ball gag was back in his mouth, ‘perhaps that one shouldn’t count,’ she said from in front of him.

‘I quite agree,’ said the woman behind him. ‘Lets start again. Nice and hard.’

With that he got a six of the best caning, a best of breed he thought. Each stroke made him put his head back and stiffen, grunt into the gag and raise onto his toes. There was a delay of a dozen seconds or so and then the cane would whistle to crack down hard.

When it was over the mistress was behind him, whispering into his ear quietly, ‘That’s your reward for not coming. This is my reward for letting you not come.’ He felt a hand run over his chest for a moment as she stroked him, then up to his face. ‘By belt,’ she said quietly.

There was a small delay as he heard movement behind him, then nothing for a few moments, then a loud crack just before his thighs just below his butt blazed. It wasn’t as deeply cutting as the cane, he could feel that, but it sure did sting so it must be her belt then.

Then only seconds later the belt returned to the same place, then again and again till he’d had six in this painful spot. Each stroke had lifted him more and more into his toes as it got in, the leather cracking down loudly.

Then there was a pause for moment, then the belt returned to a new place on his thighs, lower and suddenly painful. This repeated, time and again for six hard strokes, a moment of delay, then another six lower down till the whole of his thighs were burning hot and stinging like mad.

The mistress was right behind him again, and into his ear as her body was against him, ‘How was that? Did It take the heat out of that cock and put it into your thighs. How about we get you ready for my friend.’

With that he heard footsteps and running water. Seconds later something cold wrapped his cock quickly taking it down to be just a little erect. Fingers moved over it then the condom was removed, and a hand ran over it gently, then wanked him a little quickly stiffening him up. He gasped into the ball gag, pushed his hips forward but the hand left him, leaving him shaking slightly in his need.

There was a moment of sound then he felt the hand return and again he felt a condom put onto his cock. The other woman smelled different to the first, and this time she was against him. Into his ear she whispered, ‘We’ll put you onto the bed then I can ride you properly. Remember, don’t come unless I let you.’

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Session Training Story – Part 1

It's Been So Long - Session Training

He booked the BDSM session then decided to check his gear. He had a great collection of belts, straps, tawse and even a stingy 22 lash leather whip. It was all kept out of the way, hidden in the shed. While his wife Melanie knew of his BDSM sessions, she was of the sort ‘don’t ask, don’t tell.’

As he was cleaning his gear he wondered how it felt. That was silly really, he’d been strapped by all his implements so many times that nothing would be a mystery. Heavy corporal was his thing.

The thing was, it had been a year since his last session. So putting out his left hand long and flat, he gave himself a stroke with his Lochgelly tawse and WOW that stung. He collected himself, then gave himself another. That too challenged him to the max as did stroke number three.

That was his limit he decided. It was just plain excruciating, the XH tawse earning its extra heavy rating easily.

‘That’s going to be an issue’ he said to himself. Mistress was going to use his gear and the way his hand felt after just three strokes meant it would be super hard to take.

Pulling up all his courage he put his other hand out then gave himself three on that one.

‘Damn’ he said quietly. His hands were red and stung like crazy after just three medium power strokes each.

As he cleaned his gear he wondered how the session would go, how would he be able to take the corporal mistress gave him. He had a full week left before the session and he knew he would be worring about it all that time.

Then he had an idea. ‘I should go into training’ he said quietly to himself. Then he laughed at the image of that… ‘training for a tawsing’ and laughed a little more. But it stuck in his mind.

Finishing up he put the gear back in the shed then thought nothing more about it. Till the next day.

Scheduled Training

Every afternoon Melanie went out, usually for shopping. Usually it was for the evening meal, sometimes it was for clothes. She liked to get out and he didn’t mind. Sometimes when she wasn’t shopping she went for a long walk to get her exercise, so there was always an hour of privacy to be had each day. On the weekends she often had a girls afternoon at a cafe or restaurant so he had time then also.

So that afternoon was the ideal time so he did it. He went into the shed then got his Lochgelly three tailer. Putting out his hand he gave himself three which hurt like hell. Then he gave himself three on the other hand. That too hurt. ‘Damn’ he said to himself.

‘I need more than that’, he said to himself. Mistress was going to give him so much more.

He rubbed his hands, he went out and ran some cold tap water on them which helped. That cooled them down so he thought ‘lets go again’.

Then he went back into the shed and repeated. So now he’d had six to each hand. They were now red and quivering a little and he though, ‘that’s a good start.’

But then he added, ‘That’s really only a small start’ he said quietly as he replaced the tawse. And it was. Mistress would give him a few dozen at least.

He exited the shed then decided he would repeat every afternoon.

Practice Helps

On the second day he repeated after Melanie left and this time he was able to give himself the three to each hand, shake them a little, rub them, then repeat. No cold water this time.

‘Better’ he said, and it was. He was able to take that a little better.

On the third day he repeated again and gave himself six in a row. ‘WOW’ that still hurt like the devil but he got through it.

‘Getting used to it’ he said but in the back of his mind was they were only medium strokes, mistress used the tawse a lot harder.

Then it was clear with that in mind, ‘I need more. Maybe some in the morning when she’s having a shower’ came to his mind. He could get double in a day and his palms would be ready for mistress.

On the forth day he did just that. Melanie hit the showers, he went into the shed and hit his palms six times each with nice hard strokes from his XH tawse. That left them red but it had an effect.

Then in the afternoon when Melanie went shopping, he did a repeat.

‘Double sixers’ he said to himself that evening as he was chatting with Melanie she commented that he looked happy with himself and he was. ‘All going well sweetheart’ he said as he kissed her, they did get along well.

All Change

On the fifth day he woke up, he and Melanie had breakfast then she went in for her shower.

He went into the shed then got his tawse. He put it over his shoulder, put his other hand out then brought it down harder than before. He was getting used to this, so using it a bit harder came naturally. ‘Crack’ it went making him gasp just a little.

He then repeated it. He took his time. He focussed on the palm and the leather tawse in his hand to the exclusion of all else. That was the way, in a session nothing else existed.

Therefore he didn’t hear anything else. So,  just as the tawse was coming down Melanie put her head into the shed as it cracked onto his palm and he gasped. ‘I’ve been wondering what you are up to and seeing this, I still have no idea. What’s going on,’ she said with a look of concern on her face.

His heart went into his mouth. Damn. Caught. He couldn’t lie worth spit so he spelled it all out.

‘Sweetheart, I’ve got a BDSM and corporal session booked in a few days. You know, I told you about that. Well I haven’t had anything for a year and I was wondering how I would take it. The answer is badly so I’ve sort of, ah, um, gone into training. I’ve been giving myself a tawsing with this every morning and night. I think it’s helping.’

She walked into the shed then looked at the tawse, looked at his hand. ‘It is red. How many do you give yourself,’ she asked surprising him.

‘Six in the morning and six in the evening. To each hand. That’s two,’ he said feeling totally stupid and over sharing. But she was hard to resist when she questioned him.

‘OK,’ she said, ‘show me,’ and that surprised the hell out of him. He was hesitating so she nodded at him, ‘Go on, I want to see it. Do it.’

He sighed, ‘OK,’ then raising his hand he gave himself the third. ‘Ah,’ he said. then he gave himself three more and each made him gasp a little each time.

The thing was, with Melanie there he’d gone even harder than he had been so they stung more. Something in him wanted to show her he could take it, something said he had to make it real. The end result was that his hands were now much more red and they sure did sting.

‘Other hand’ Melanie said sweetly. ‘Go on,’ and this was a new side to her he was thinking.

Putting the other hand out he repeated. It too got its six and that left it red and shaking a little also.

‘Pass me that would you,’ she said eyeing off his tawse. He handed it over then she ran it through her hands, feeling the leather.

‘It is a nice piece of leather,’ she said, ‘I’ve never thought about this. And so thick and stiff. I bet that hurts. Show me your hands, side by side,’ she said as she held the tawse.

In truth this was feeding his fetish, seeing her with the tawse but he obeyed.

‘Oh they are red. How about I give them another six. I kind of feel like this, doing it. Lets go inside,’ and with that she turned and led him into the house, the tawse in her hand by her leg moving as she walked.

He didn’t have a choice, the idea of declining felt more embarrassing that going along with whatever Melanie had in mind. Melanie could be forceful when she wanted and this was one of those times.

Melanie Doubles Up

Melanie didn’t just walk into the house, she walked into the bedroom.

‘Now, how does  mistress do this? You’ve never really told me,’ she said sweetly as she ran the tawse through her hands.

‘Ah, darling, she makes me kneel then I hold out a hand then she straps me. Then I have to swap hands and she does it again.’

‘Oh,’ she said, ‘why the kneeling thing?’

‘Ah, um, because I have to look up at her and see her with that strap in her hands and I have to focus on it when she brings it down on my hand. It’s very difficult.’

Melanie looked at him, she ran the tawse through her hands, then she looked up, ‘OK, kneel then. We’ll make this a proper training then.’

This was getting a little out of hand, he just stood, ‘Are you sure. This is not like you at all.’

‘Darling,’ she said, ‘I thought you were in the shed wanking off and now I find this. I think your hands should be strapped. Kneel,’ she said pointing to the carpet at the end of the bed.

So he did. Then he held his left hand up, level with his head just like how he did in a session.

‘Good,’ said Melanie. ‘I presume mistress stands in front,’ then she did just that.

‘What now?’ she asked.

‘Mistress flicks the tawse, that’s what the strap is called, up onto my palm, pulls it back, puts it up high over her shoulder then brings it down along the palm and fingers.’

“OK,’ she said. She flicked the tawse up making it land on his palm. She’d always had great hand eye coordination and now it was going to come in handy.

‘Like this,’ said Melanie as she pulled the tawse back, then raised her hand high over her shoulder with the tawse hanging down behind her.

His eyes were wide as he took her in, the visage of a disciplinarian giving the tawse. She made his throat almost close over as he said, ‘Yes.’

With that one word she swished the tawse down along the length of his palm and fingers, making them suddenly explode in sting. ‘Ahh,’ he said as he waved it. ‘Ow.’

And he meant it. She’d used it harder than he had, the crack was louder the the sting deeper. It was only natural he thought, self strapping really was difficult to do properly as it was from the wrong angle and with the best will in the world, it would never be as hard as someone else doing it.

‘Five more,’ she said sweetly. ‘Get that hand up.’

This was a new Melanie. A new melanie with an XH three tailed tawse.

He lifted the hand, watched Melanie as she raised the tawse over her shoulder, then when she brought it down it took all his will power not to move his hand, to accept the leather.

Melanie strapped him with the XH tawse for a total of six times to the hand so hard he couldn’t believe how hard well she did it. By the end, it was bright red and shaking more than when he did it. Much more.

‘Does it always shake like that,’ she asked as she looked at the red hand in front of her.

‘After that tawse, always,’ he said as he tried to absorb the pain and now show how damn painful it was.

‘Good,’ she said smiling as she ran the tawse between her hands again and again. He was thinking it was over when she said, ‘Come on. Other hand up. It needs its six.’

Finishing Melanie Off

Melanie gave him six to his other hand and he could only think of them a six of the best as they sure were.

Each stroke lashed down the middle of his palm and along his fingers, pushing the hand down and making a crack that mistress would have been proud of. Melanie was getting the hang of this tawse awfully quickly.

After that both his hands were bright red and about strapped out – they would really struggle to take more.

Melanie was smiling at him. ‘So,’ she said, ‘that’s your training then. Is that all or do you do more?’

‘Ah,’ he said unable to hide anything from her, ‘well, I’ve been giving myself a sixer in the evenings when you’re out shopping.’

‘Oh. OK,’ she said happily, ‘we can go again then.’ Then she stopped for a moment, ‘Have you been wanking as you’ve not been that interested in me lately. I wonder, are you using that time to crack one off?’

She was being unusually direct and with her holding the tawse, he was completely unable to lie. ‘Well, sometimes.’ The truth was, most times he had a wank.

‘In that case,’ she said, ‘I think six each hand becomes twelve in the afternoon and we’ll see about that wanking. For now,’ she said, then she opened her dressing gown then sat on the end of the bed.

He was stunned as he watched her. This was a whole new Melanie, gone was the slightly introverted lights always off for sex Melanie.

She opened her legs wide and suddenly he was looking between her legs. She had a nice pussy and up close and personal as this was, it looked inviting.

‘I think you can make me come. Right now. Get at it.’ To make the point she lifted the tawse and waved it at him. ‘You know what I like,’ she said, ‘make it a good one. Fingers and tongue. No comes for you.’

Indeed, it didn’t take long at all as she was clearly aroused and her climax was certainly a good one from the noise and the shaking she made as she crested.

When it was over he realized he had a hell of an erection. He started to gently pet his wife right where he’d just a minute before his face had been.

He was stroking her gently, making it erotic for her when she saw right through him, ‘No way naughty boy. No come for you till you get back from your session.’

Then she pushed his head back firmly. ‘Up you get, I’m having a shower. And no wanking. No wanking at all unless I do it for you.’

All he could say as she stood then embraced him was, ‘OK sweetheart.’

She smiled, ‘And what do you say for me helping you with your session training?’

‘Thank you sweetheart,’ seemed best.

The Afternoon Training

He was feeling pretty much desperate for a wank by the time the afternoon came around and Melanie was due to go for a shopping expedition. This would be his chance to pull out the old snake and give it a rub to crack a load out as he looked at some bondage porn on the net.

He was sitting thinking about that when Melanie stopped her preparation for shopping and looked at him. ‘Why are you looking like that? Have you got something planned?”

He tried to look as innocent as possible, ‘What? No. I was just thinking about doing some jobs.’ And he had, he was going to lighten his load dramatically and with maximum effect.

Melanie looked at him again. Then she realized, ‘Ah. I get it. With me out you’re going to wank off again. No. Not going to happen. These sessions of yours, what happens?’

With that he was again in the headlights, transfixed by her stare and almost psychic questioning. She quizzed him about what gear he had, how it was used, what he enjoyed. After five grueling minutes she had a full picture.

‘I see. In that case I have the ideal solution. Go get your gear and bring it into the bedroom. Quickly now.’ she said.

Minutes later Melanie was digging through his gear then pulled out three longer belts.

‘Trousers off, boxers and shirt off. Lay on the bed face down,’ she said holding the belts in her hand.

He was suddenly sporting a massive erection which she noticed. Seeing his Melanie with a fist full of belts was right on his fetish, on the money, exciting him. Right then and there he could have mounted her for a massive poke he knew would be a winner.

But Melanie had other ideas.  ‘And that won’t get any use,’ she said as she flicked a belt end against his throbber making him jump then lay down on the bed where she pointed to, ‘Quickly now’ she said.

As soon as he lay down Melanie leaned down, put his wrists behind and in the middle of his back then wrapped a belt round them and buckled it tightly. Seconds later she did the same to his ankles and then his knees, and now he was naked face down on the bed. She’t put him into a very nice belt bondage position and he was kind of liking it.

‘That’s better,’ she said as she stood up. ‘No wanking possible now and I don’t want to see a stain on the bed when I come back. Or else.. See you when I get back. We’ll do some more strapping of those hands for your training I think.’ she said as she walked out the door.

He lay on the bed feeling the straps wrapping him, keeping him totally immobile. He lay in the bondage, drifting, thinking of the image of Melanie with all those belts in his hands and he felt his erection answering those thoughts.

Laying in bondage he heard Melanie walking through the house then  the sound of a door close.

She’d gone. He lay on the bed feeling the lovely bondage.

Then some short time later he heard footsteps again then Melanie returned. ‘I got into the car before I realized something. We’ve been training your hands with that strap. What about your butt? Doesn’t that need training?’

He lay wondering where that was heading when he felt it, something laying on his bare butt. Something cold. Something he guessed was leathery and going to be painful.

— to be continued. Maybe. —

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Rat Creek Reformatory - Part 1

Harry had been in juvie a few times and all for silly trivial things such as shop lifting, drunk under age, criminal damage and burglary. Basically, he wasn’t taking life seriously enough.

This time was no different except he was now twenty one and had crossed that line where juvie was not going to happen. He’d be in with the naughty big boys now and that was something he didn’t like the idea of. Stories of prison rape, shivs, shower room bashing were circling in his mind while he was in custody awaiting trial.

The trial was quick. The judge found him guilty which was no surprise as he was indeed guilty, but the sentence shocked him. It was almost as much out of proportion as it was strange. Six months in a Rat Creek Reformatory! He’d never heard of it, but the six months sounded excessive for a simple burglary where he’d only stolen a laptop and some cheap costume jewelry. Then again it was not his first offense, nowhere near it.

The trip to the reformatory was an ordeal in itself. He was locked in the back of the swaying van in a cell no bigger than his seated form. Every bump and turn meant he banged a wall or the door, and the cuffs and leg irons didn’t help either. Sitting on the seat with his hands cuffed behind him was far from comfortable. At least he’d be released when he arrived, he thought.

Eventually the truck stopped as he heard something happening outside other than a traffic light, then started, then stopped, then started and drove a short way. Then finally it stopped with a slight bump then the engine turned off. He heard the other prisoners being taken out of the van and finally it was his turn. Instead of taking the cuffs and leg irons off, he had to shuffle out of the van and onto the platform then stand in line. He knew the drill from all the other times he’d been inside. He assume he’d be processed, searched, showered, given clothes and read into the rules.

This time it was vastly different.

It started with the officers. To a person they were women and none of them were ugly and that was to say the least. They were all dressed in black trousers with equipment hanging off the wide belts, button up shirts and tie and a cap on their heads. He was standing ogling the women, as were the others as they waited.

Then it got more surreal. One by one each of them was turned around. The cuffs were taken off then a leather strap was wrapped around their wrists to bring them into the middle of their backs. The strap was connected to a steel bar that ended in another strap that went round the neck of the prisoner. The length of the bar meant it sat behind the neck and so the strap could be done up firmly. After that the leg irons were taken off and the prisoner was turned around again.

This was a surreal moment. Suddenly there were six of them standing there looking at the guards and not knowing what was happening. He whispered to the man next to him, “What’s happening? I’ve never had this before.”

The man was his own age, maybe a little older, and with a look of disdain just shrugged. Rude, he thought.

“NO TALKING,” said one of the guards. She’d come up in front of him and now was face to face with him. “SILENCE,” she said and something in her face made him keep the smart ass retort he had in mind to himself.

With that silence, the six of them looked at the three guards. At least they could walk, he thought.

The silence lingered, but eventually the door from the reception area banged open to a tall impressive guard, at least six feet tall and strongly built. She moved with a grace and power that made him immediately concerned, she looked like a fighter. But that wasn’t the thing his eyes lingered on, or the prominent bulge in her shirt from her ample bust.

No. It was what was in her hand as she stood looking at them and running it through her hands. It was the largest strap he’d ever seen. It had to be over three feet long. Two thirds of its length was a formidable piece of leather with two rows of a half dozen holes he thought he could get his pinkie finger through. The handle was a foot long and made of multiple layers of leather sandwiched together. There could only be one reason for a thing like that and he had a horrible feeling he knew what it was.

“My name is Miss Saunders,” she said quietly as she looked at them in turn. “And this,” she said as she lifted the strap into the air and pointed it to each of them in turn, “this is Mister Best Behavior.” She ran the strap through her hand and none of them failed to notice it was hardly bending as she pointed it at them. The business end looked like a quarter of an inch thick and maybe three inches across.

She smiled as she caressed the leather. “Now we are a correctional reformatory for recidivist offenders under thirty who have a chance at rehabilitation. For your stay here you will be expected to be on best behavior else you will become intimately familiar with my friend.” She flicked the strap in the air.

“Not only that, we have a zero tolerance policy. That is for everything. For any reason you can be bound as you are or in a hogtie for variation, and fun, and that can last for hours, days or weeks even. Trust me, you will not enjoy that.”

“We have many rules. These will be explained to you on the printed sheets in your cell. I strongly advise you to read them carefully.”

She looked at them and took her time. “The next step in your induction process is your official welcome. This is delivered by me, of course and my friend here.” She flicked the strap up into the air again.

“What? YOU CAN’T DO THAT,” said the man beside him in an indignant tone. He’d thought the guy was a bit full of himself, not talking to him before.

Miss Saunders nodded to a guard. The guard went to the desk then from a box pulled out something he thought he’d seen before on the internet. The guard went straight to the man beside him, “Open up,” she said as she lifted it to his mouth. He took one look and refused, shook his head and made it difficult for the guard.

A second guard joined in then it was only a matter of time. One guard held his shoulders, the other pinched his nose making him open his mouth in surprise. That was enough, the ball gag was shoved into his mouth then seconds later the strap was behind his head and buckled tightly.

Miss Saunders walked up to him, she tapped his chest with the strap, “Now here is your first lesson. Any resistance, any refusal to obey an order from anyone here results in punishment. You,” and she as she tapped his chest again, “your welcome will now be twelve strokes. If you resist then it will be doubled again and trust me, two dozen of my friend here will be something you won’t forget.” She smiled at them all, “Ever. And guess who will be going first.”

Two guards grabbed his arms then pulled him toward an open door. He was not keen on going, but, “Follow,” said Miss Saunders firmly.

The remaining five of them looked at each other for a moment, then as one they decided resistance was futile and would at least be painful. This was not looking good.

The Strapping Horse

The room they entered was austere. It had multiple doors in the walls but no windows.

In the rear of the room was a wooden structure with a flat leather top. Hanging off it were a collection of wide leather straps, waiting for a victim to be strapped down. It was clearly a punishment device, a horse he thought and it had only one purpose he could think of.

Miss Saunders addressed the gagged prisoner, “Go to the horse, put your feet against the legs then follow instructions.” She looked at all of them in turn, “And if you resist your punishment will double. Your choice.”

The gagged man looked wildly around, assessing his options. There were none. With a clear lack of enthusiasm he walked forward then did as told.

Two guards wrapped straps around his ankles then buckled them. One pushed him in the back with a command, “Bend,” which he did. A strap was buckled over the small of his back and in seconds he was presented. Almost. The other guard gripped the top of his tracksuit pants and in one pull, had it around his knees. Then other guard did the same to his underpants. With that a bright white pair of buttocks was looking out at them all.

Miss Saunders walked forward, she held the strap out at the end of her arm so it went half way across his bottom, the rounded end of the strap finishing at the crack.

There was no discussion, no hesitation, no fanfare. This was happening right now and none of the group failed to miss that point. You got strapped down on the horse, you got a strapping was the message received loud and clear.

A Dozen Of The Best

With deceptive slowness and grace the strap was pulled back and behind the formidable woman. It paused there, her body coiled up like a spring, her legs bent and her body tense. Then in a blur of motion the strap whooshed forward with a high pitched swish that ended in a gunshot loud crack of strap leather across bared bottom.

The effect on the bound man was to make him tense his whole body, to try to lift off the horse, to shake and quiver all over. The straps however prevented almost any movement and the gag prevented the cry he wanted to make, probably a scream so that all that came out was a gurgle.

The effect on his bottom was pronounced though. There was now a three inch wide band of red across the middle of his bottom, going from one side to the other.

“Gentlemen,” Miss Saunders said, “you see the effect of just one stroke, of one lick from Mr Best Behaviour. A perfect stroke like that leaves a perfect band across the bottom. At this moment he is trying to ease the pain as he squirms. But nothing helps. It will feel like a red hot poker is sitting on his bottom.”

They all looked on in horror. Were they all getting this?

Miss Saunders took her time. She put the strap against the still quaking bottom then pulled it back behind her.

Again she moved in a blur till the next gunshot crack of the strap painted another band of red just above the first.

Miss Saunders said nothing. She stood looking at the man shaking the horse as he lay strapped down. She was not hurrying, taking her time in fact. Then, “As you see, a slow strapping is felt more. The pain sinks in then peaks, then the next stroke arrives. A quicker strapping might seem worse but trust me, when the strokes are spaced out the effect is more educational.”

Then the third stroke was laid on below the first. Now the whole of his bottom was painted bright red.

“Gentlemen,” said Miss Saunders, “if he had been quiet and accepted what was to happen, he would now be half way there.” Then she smiled as she looked at the squirming man, “and I would have laid them on quicker.”

Miss Saunders then took her time. She measured up, she waited a moment with the strap against his bottom, then she pulled it back and far behind herself.

They all watched in rapt attention. This truly was educational.

Swiveling her hips around like a spring unwinding the strap flashed then cracked again and this time it was in the center of the bottom, on top of the first stroke.

If the man on the horse had been reacting strongly before, that was nothing compared to how he lurched against the straps holding him in position. His body shook the horse, the frame moving visibly as his shrieks of pain were swallowed by the gag.

Taking her time, the fifth stroke was laid on above, then the sixth was put on below that middle stroke. Now the whole of his bottom was bright red and looking angry.

“Half way there,” said Miss Saunders. “I bet you wish you hadn’t been so rude, now. Mr Best Behavior has taught you and all the others here a lesson you won’t forget.”

She walked in front of the bound man so he could see her, the strap in her hand swinging from side to side. “Do you want me to stop?” she asked him happily.

His head nodded up and down frantically and something could be heard from around the gag. It sounded like he was begging her, wanting, promising anything but another six strokes like the last six.

She smiled as she bent down and looked him in the eyes, “Well I can’t,” she said as she patted his face, “you’ve got six to come. Now that I’ve warmed up, I think I’ll make these harder.”

That produced more shaking of the wooden horse and shaking of the head along with muffled pleas for her to stop. But it made no difference.

Miss Saunders walked back behind the bound man, off to one side then extended the strap till it was covering just the near buttock.

“Nice and hard this time,” she said quietly as she measured up the strap across the waiting quivering red striped bottom.

The ‘crack’ when it came was far louder and more crisp than before. None of the new prisoners believed it could be any harder, but it was.

Same as before the first was across the middle of the bottom on the already red surface. This stroke being the hardest of them all left its own deeper red mark shining among all the others, the three inch band of pain clearly visible.

The effect on the prisoner was all it should have been. He surged in the straps, the horse moving violently as he shuddered and shook, his body writhing in pain. The gurgles getting past the gag sounded like one long scream.

Miss Saunders didn’t delay this time. The next ‘crack’ sounded only a half dozen seconds later and left a new more red band above the previous, then seconds later another ‘crack’ of strap on bottom laid a band of red perfectly completing the surface. The whole bottom for three times the width of the strap was now blazing red.

Miss Saunders had waited after each of the previous sets of three, but this time she did not. She kept right on powering on. This was a display of strapping that no one could take their eyes off.

The next stroke to the middle, the one above then the one below lifted the bound prisoner to new heights of frantic movement against the straps on the horse. Now the color was fire engine red and looked as painful as the bound prisoner was making out by his movements.

Miss Saunders walked in front of the prisoner and bent down till she was looking into his eyes. “That was a dozen. If you are insolent, rude, resist or disobey I’ll have you back again for another dozen.” She stroked his face, getting his full attention. “But that’s not the best of it. I’ll make it two dozen if you annoy me in any way. Just imagine that, you get twice as many strokes. I’ll leave you strapped down for five minutes between each dozen and get one of the officers to massage your butt so you can feel the next set properly. Would you like that? Hmm?” she asked.

The prisoner shook his head frantically, clearly not wanting any more.

“Good,” she said, “when we let you up, behave. I promise I can give you another dozen, or two dozen, straight way if you annoy me or any of the guards in any way.”

All the other prisoners listened to that carefully. None of them wanted a dozen and two dozen was a bridge far too far. This Miss Saunders seemed to like her strap far too much.

Miss Saunders stood then nodded to one of the officers. The bound prisoner was unstrapped then he was helped up. Clearly the strapping had left him exhausted the way he slumped between them.

It was a strange sight, the tracksuit had now fallen down around his ankles so his privates were on display and when he was turned around, the bright red bottom along with his bound hands in the middle of his back leading up to the collar completed the image.

Who’s Next For The Strap?

“Who’s next? Any volunteers?” asked Miss Saunders happily as she ran the strap through her hands. “You all get a welcoming six of the best so you might as well get used to the idea.”

Harry saw the man beside him step forward, slowly, looking totally nervous. With shaking steps he approached the wooden horse and waited as his ankles were strapped to the legs of the horse. When that was done he didn’t wait, he bent at the waist then the broad strap was run over his back and bound him to the horse.

“Excellent,” said Miss Saunders as she flicked her strap in the air and caught it. “I do like a willing victim for my friend here.”

This time the strapping was quick. The six strokes were laid on firmly but not quite at the same intensity as the last six from the previous prisoner. Even then, these strokes still had a huge effect. The prisoner shook, he waggled his hips and his bottom between strokes. Since he wasn’t gagged, he also shouted out, loudly with each stroke, his “yaaggghhh” coming at the instant of the crisp crack of the strap on his bottom.

It only took a minute for his welcoming strapping, a minute of loud shouts and gunshot cracks of prison strap on inmate bottom.

“Good,” said Miss Saunders, “no swearing. If you swear I double up, I forgot to mention that. No matter.”

The prisoner was soon standing with his tracksuit around his ankles, beside the other prisoner, their privates on display.

“Next,” said Miss Saunders. Another prisoner stepped forward and quickly he was strapped down, his bottom exposed then six strokes of the strap laid on. The recipe was quickly followed and now there were three men side by side, each with glowing red bottoms with their privates on display.

The three of remaining unstrapped prisoners clearly didn’t want to go next.

“Quickly,” said Miss Saunders. “Either one of you steps forward right now or I call this insubordination and double up for a dozen each.” She smiled at them, “And truth be told, I wouldn’t mind nor would it be the first time.”

The man beside Harry stepped forward and was duly strapped down, bared then Miss Saunders gave him his six.

And now it was Harry and one other. He looked at the other man. He looked at Miss Saunders holding her strap looking at them. He really didn’t want a dozen like he’d seen. That was too damned much.

He felt his throat close over slightly then he stepped forward. He was almost vomiting in stress, his body shaking, his heart hammering in his chest. He walked on shaky legs to the wooden horse then put his legs where the other men had.

Strapped Down

The feeling of the straps around his ankles felt remarkably comforting, he didn’t mind that at all and if anything, felt strangely erotic. With this hands in the middle of his back and connected to the collar it was an odd feeling.

Those thoughts were cut short when his tracksuit then briefs were pulled down exposing him to the cool air.

Then he heard it, the guard was sniggering, “Miss Saunders, I think this one is looking forward to it.”

To his shame he knew exactly what she was looking at. He had an erection. Dammit all to hell, it was embarrassing and it only got worse when Miss Saunders walked over then had a look.

“Not bad,” she said, “we get a few in here who don’t mind a touch of the leather. Seems to set them off nicely. Lay down and I’ll do my best to make it memorable.”

He bent at the waist then the strap was pulled over his back and buckled, pulling him down to the leather top of the horse.

He looked forward, that was all he could do as his chin sat on the leather covered top. Then he saw it and noticed it for the first time. There was a mirror in front of him. That really didn’t help at all.

He watched as Miss Saunders walked behind and to one side of him. He saw her extend her arm with the strap in it then he felt it touch his bottom. It tapped one cheek, the near cheek to Miss Saunders.

Then it happened. Miss Saunders put the strap far behind herself and with bent legs she wound up.

He could hardly watch, it was deeply terrifying, then he felt the instant sting and the gunshot crack both at the same time. Unlike the other prisoners, he didn’t scream or shout out loud. He gave a gasp, the pain was certainly extraordinary, but it wasn’t that bad. The sting morphed into red hot heat over a few seconds, then it penetrated deeper and deeper into him making him gasp. He rotated his hips, he tried to put his hands down to massage his bum cheeks but he couldn’t move them at all. He tried to lift up but he was strapped down tight.

Then he felt it. The strap was on his bottom again. Then the tap. Then the crack brought a renewed deep sting and again the heat built and built. Unlike last time he didn’t even gasp, he just moaned.

As he lay strapped down, trying to move against the straps, feeling the sting increase and the fire in his rear building and building, he felt something strange. He moaned again as he felt it deep inside him. He felt as if what he was experiencing was necessary, was what he needed. He moaned again, louder. This was strange.

Then the crack and the sting surprised him. He’d been so intent on how he was feeling and what he was thinking that time had fled. He hardly gasped, through his whole bottom was now one large red hot band of sting and the heat was getting deep into him.

He lay strapped down, waiting for the next stroke but it didn’t come. Miss Saunders was now in front of him, bending down, looking into his eyes. She was remarkably attractive was his first thought, and scary was his second.

She lifted the strap she was holding till it was beside his face, “You need this, you know you do,” she said quietly. Her other hand stroked his face gently.

Against his will he looked down and saw the bulge in her blouse, the large breasts heaving in the exertion she’d put in.

“Want to make it a dozen? Nice and hard? You can really feel them. I can gag you if you like, it adds to the whole thing to be gagged when you take a strapping that you really want and need.”

He honestly thought about it. It would be something to boast about, taking an extra six of that wicked strap from Miss Saunders, but his ass was hurting like hell and dammit all, the heat was doing something strange. He could feel his cock hardening up again.

“I can’t Miss Saunders, it hurts so much, I’ve never had this before.” He almost sobbed at the end.

She stroked his face as she looked into his eyes, “Never mind. We can try again another day. Three to go.” Then the whispered so only he could hear, “Hard or soft? Ask for them hard and you’ll get a reward.”

Strapped Hard

He thought about it for a moment. She was extraordinarily sexy and his butt was throbbing, but his cock was as hard as it had ever been. Harder. It was aching.

Then he looked inside and knew. He knew she was right. He needed this. “Hard please Miss,” just came out of his mouth.

Miss Saunders stood then returned to be behind and to one side of him. “I’ll make these extra hard, just what you need,” and then he felt the strap on his butt cheek as she measured up.

The crack when it came made him thrash around in the straps, move his hips from side to side, and he shouted out “OHH,” then as the sting morphed into a deep penetrating head, “AHH ahhh,” that faded gradually into a moan.

His hips were shaking from side to side, then he felt the strap on his butt again.

“Push back naught boy,” Miss Saunders said, “push back, invite the strap, ask me for it. Ask for the leather.”

Against his will he shook his hips from side to side then pushing as hard as he could, he did what Miss Saunders told him. He was pushing against the straps as hard as he could, feeling the leather of the straps bite into him, then he felt the leather, felt it withdrawn and seconds later there was that same loud crack and sting. This time he just gasped and shook, the pain and heat merged into one deep feeling that this was what he wanted.

His hips shook, then again, against his will he pushed his butt back out to Miss Saunders.

She took advantage of it. Without tapping his butt, she wound up and gave him the mightiest stroke yet, the hardest of any she’d given and this time it brought a “YAHH,” from his lungs.

He found himself moving against the straps and at that moment he felt it. His cock had been dribbling pre-cum on the leather of the horse and now moving from side to side he found he had a boner that was approaching bursting point. That would be the living end so he lay as still as he could and hoped like hell they unstrapped him and soon. Also that his boner went down before then but the way it was feeling, that wasn’t going to happen.

The straps from his ankles were released then the one across his back. Two officers lifted him up but the problem remained. His cock was rock hand and pointing straight up. His eyes went down in horror and there it was, a wet patch on the leather of the horse.

Miss Saunders walked forward with her strap in her hand swinging happily beside her leg. “Well, well, well,” she said as she smiled. “Maybe we should have made it a dozen. The effect was not what it should have been. Never mind, there will always be a next time.”

The whole time she’d been looking at his cock then she looked into his eyes and gave him a lightning quick wink.

Shuffling his feet with the tracksuit pants and briefs round his ankles he joined the others standing watching the proceedings. He noticed his was the only erection also and that just made his face go beetroot red.

The last man had to be told to ‘present to the horse else it is a nice hard dozen’ from Miss Saunders. Everyone knew she meant it so he walked forward then was reluctantly strapped down and had his butt bared for the strap.

His strapping was a repeat of all the others, maybe a little quicker, but the effect was exactly the same. Miss Saunders measured up then she powered the strap around and across the waiting bottom. The red band appeared instantly, his strident shout of pain filled the room, then it was repeated time and again a few seconds apart. The red band in the middle was joined with one above, then one below. Then a few seconds later the band in the middle was made far deeper by the second stroke on top and his shout confirmed it hurt. Then the bands of red above and below were also painted in and now hit butt was fire engine red and Miss Saunders had a happy look on her face, her eyes gleaming.

When the six of them were lined up, all of them with throbbing butts and their privates exposed with their trousers and briefs round their ankles Miss Saunders walking to and fro in front of them, looking at each of them in turn. She ran the strap through her hands, she felt the leather and she bent it this way and that. Clearly she enjoyed her work.

“So. That’s your welcome strapping. If you get a single black mark, a single complaint, a single instance of rudeness or insolence you might as well present yourself to me because you will get another six, and another six each and every time.”

She lifted the strap in the air then caught it when it came down. “That is unless I give you a dozen. I prefer a dozen. It works better, you remember better and I can really get to the seat of the problem.”

She moved in front of the gagged man who’d had a dozen and still looked broken and in pain, his hips not stopped moving slightly the whole time.

She tapped his chest with the strap. “If you resist then it is an automatic dozen and you can see how well the gag works. Guards, take them to their rooms and settle them in for the night. Prisoners, there is another rule you don’t know yet. The guards will help you with that.”

One by one the guards lifted their briefs and trousers. In his case when the guard bent she was at eye level with his still aching erection. “Miss Saunders, this one still has a problem.” Then his briefs and trousers were in place, he felt better. Dammit, why was his cock so hard, but he though the knew. While his ass was throbbing from the strapping, the heat went right through him to the other side and it was making him as randy as hell. As soon as they freed his hands, he was for sure giving himself a hand job.

Miss Saunders was watching him. She only nodded.

Settled Down For The Night

“Follow” said a guard who left through a door in the rear of the room.

They trooped along and followed her, through another sliding still bar door then they were in a corridor with cells on either side.

“You five, stand and watch,” said one guard. They opened a cell door then led the gagged prisoner inside. The cell was pretty much the same as all the others he’d been in, a bed, a small toilet area, a desk and a single book on the desk. Probably a diary or the bible Harry thought.

The guard unstrapped the prisoner’s collar then, “Lay down on your face on the bed,” she said.

The prisoner did as told and shuffled a little till he head was on the pillow and his body in the middle of the bed.

The guard bent, “Legs back,” she said brusquely. The prisoner complied then the guard took the strap that had been around his neck and moving the bar to the other strap, she brought it round so she could wrap both his ankles in what had been the collar.

“There,” she said. “On a punishment night we hogtie you.” The guard took a chain down from the wall and clipped it onto the bar between his wrists and ankles. She shortened it at the other end till he had zero freedom. He was on his face, hogtied and chained in the middle of the bed.

“We’ll take you out at seven am. Have a good night,” then they all trooped out of the room.

The next cell was Harry’s he found as the guard took him inside. “You just got a welcoming. You can sleep on your front or back. You choose.”

“Back please ma’am,” he said.

With that the strap around his neck was released as was the one round his wrists. The guard walked in front and again the strap was around his neck, the bar now going from the front of his neck down to his waist. The guard lifted his wrists and the strap was wrapped around them and tightened. He was bound tightly.

A push on his chest sent sent him back to his bed. He sat then lay down. The guard looked down at him, “You just got a welcome. No hogtie but you stay in restraints for the night. Sweet dreams,” and she even added a wink.

When the door closed he lay on his back. This wasn’t the best position he realized. His bright red flaming strapped butt was against the bed and stinging but again and almost worse, his boner was back with a vengeance. No way could he get his hands near it, and he tried. If he moved his hands at all the bar to the collar stopped anything more than an inch or two of movement.

As he lay he thought about the day so far. It had not been his best. The way the other guy had been treated for complaining and resisting was a harsh lesson. Being in a hogtie like that, unable to even roll from side to side and with a ball gag in his mouth was something that he was thinking about more than he should. It just went round in his mind and added to the heat in his butt from the strapping and his aching cock.

Lights out happened a little later then there was dead silence in the prison. He’d been in places where the noise increased up to be almost deafening at lights out. Not here. He guessed that Miss Saunders and her strap would see to that. He wondered how they would find out who was making all the noise? What was the punishment for that? He guessed the gag would be used and probably the hogtie after a strapping. Then he had a worrying thought, would one or two of them making a noise get them ALL a strapping, gag and hogtie? He had a feeling that Miss Saunders would do exactly that.

He tried to sleep. The trauma of the last few hours went round and round in his mind, but eventually he drifted off.

The Night Visitor

Some time during the night a sound woke him. He looked around and then saw he wasn’t alone in the cell, and the smell confirmed it. Perfume.

He heard movement, clothes moving, then a face was beside his in the darkness. “Want your reward?” and now he knew. It was Miss Saunders. With that thought his boner was starting to wake again.

“Miss Saunders, what reward?” he asked and hoping like hell it was what he was thinking Miss Saunders wanted.

The question was answered when he felt her hand on the front of his tracksuit pants. It moved over the fabric and it rubbed his erection shifting it into a rock hard tumescence. “Guess,” she said, “but I get to come first.” With that the erotic stroking stopped and the hand was on the side of his face. “Quickly now, else I’ll try next door.”

That was the last thing he wanted. “Yes please Miss Saunders. Oh God yes please.”

With that Miss Saunders stood then seconds later his tracksuit pants were off, as were his briefs and now his erection was pointing straight up. “One small thing,” she said which he took to mean the condom was going on. But she surprised him.

Instead he felt her grab his ankles then something was wrapped round them and buckled tightly. He tried to move his legs but couldn’t as he was tightly bound. Then she moved back and he heard her stripping off, her form only slightly visible in the near darkness.

A few seconds later she mounted him but not in the way he expected. She was squatting over his face, her naked pussy right over his mouth. A few hip movements, a few shuffles then she settled down after saying, “Lick me good.”

He lay transfixed. His wrists bound, his ankles bound and this woman squatting on his face was a lot to absorb, the surprise of it was making him feel unable to cope.

Then he felt her moving her hips rubbing her pussy over his mouth and nose, and seconds later she gripped his cock. “Ahh,” he said for a moment then the pussy pushed down silencing him.

Against his will he opened his mouth. The feeling of her stroking his cock was enough to make him do anything, even this. He extended his tongue and ran it up and down her pussy, running it from side to side to side then up and down again. Miss Saunders moved slightly, angled herself where she wanted then he understood. He opened his mouth as wide as he could then pushed his tongue out and found the tight little spot he knew she wanted worked. He pushed his tongue into her then she gasped. He ran his tongue around and around. He pulled it out then pushed it up and in and rimmed her vagina.

This had an effect. She surged against him, she gasped, she shook all over. It didn’t take long at all then she let out a low moan and shook all over, her hips moving like they were electrocuted, jumping and surging rhythmically.

She’d come. She quietened her frantic movements then she just moved her hips up and down along his face so he could lick her all over.

After a few minutes of that she got off his face then lay down beside him. “Not bad,” she said as she wrapped an arm around his chest then put a leg up and over his hips, pushing down on his cock.

The Strapubus Gives a Belting

“My girlfriends call me the ‘strapubus’ because I love giving a strapping, and I love having my men bound with leather straps. It’s just so nice to be able to mount them and use them for my own needs. How was it for you? The strapping and this?”

His cock was hurting. Pressed against the soft woman’s leg it felt so damn good but he wanted to be inside her, desperately. “Miss Saunders it hurt like hell but for some reason I got a boner. You saw it. I have no idea why. This is fantastic. I want you.” That was all he could get out of his mouth.

She ran her hand over his face. Then she leaned up a little and moved till her breasts were in his face. She moved her shoulders from side to side so the nipples alternated to tap his mouth and the large woman scented globes moved all over his face. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever had in his life.

“Good. I’ll mount you and fuck you senseless but I have a strict rule here in the prison. You get a dozen of my belt first. Nice and hard. On top of the strapping it will hurt but it’s not as bad as my prison strap.” She moved her breasts all over his face. “Want me?”

He didn’t want a belt strapping but he desperately wanted a fuck. “Yes please Miss Saunders,” just came out of his mouth.

She got off the bed then went to the pile of the clothes on the floor. He watched as she pulled the wide belt out then folded it in half. She moved back to the bed. “Roll over,” she said, then she added, “I brought a gag. Want that? It adds to the whole experience. I’ll fuck you with it in if you want?”

He thought about it. Watching that other guy get his strapping with the gag in had been arousing in a disturbing way. Now the offer was feeling the same. “Yes please Miss Saunders,” he said before he could regret it. The strapping from the belt would be bad enough. This was heading into full on kink so he might as well embrace it.

Seconds later he felt her pressing something into his mouth. He opened and suddenly it was full of something. He ran his tongue around it as much as he could. It took little time to realize it was a ball gag, and in that time she pulled the strap behind his head and it was buckled. He tried to spit it out, he tried pushing on it, he moved his head but nothing made any difference.

He was experimenting with the ball gag, feeling it, when heat blazed on his butt cheeks and a loud crack broke the silence of the darkened cell.

This time the strapping was far more mild than what he’d had with Mister Best Behavior, but it was still challenging. The belt didn’t land anywhere near as hard but the sting was similarly infernal. On top of the prison strapping, it made him rear up, open his mouth around the ball gag and grunt loudly.

The strapping from her belt felt amazing on top of the ‘welcome’ he’d had. It stung, sure, but it acted to make him hoter and hotter than hell. Damn it made him hot. As the belting continued he moved on the bed, shaking, quivering, moving as the leather landed. That meant the bed started to rub against his boner and all of a sudden he started to think he might come if he wasn’t careful.

Ms Saunders must have noticed as she stopped the belting then, “Roll over naughty box. Time for your treat,” she said as she gripped his shoulders.

On his back, his butt flamed red ot as he lay on the bed, the pressure of the bed making him very aware. At the same time he felt his cock twitching, moving in the air as the feelings surged through him.

Ms Saunders leaned over him again and again he had her lovely dangling breasts in his face as she moved them over him, her nipples moving against his skin. It was the most erotic thing in his life, what with his burning butt and the naked woman rubbing her chest into him,

Then he felt it, she had her hand on his cock. She lifted up and saw when he looked down that he had a concom on and it looked like a big ribbed one.

“Something to desensitize you and also to give me a little more friuction,” she said as she looked into his eyes. “I don’t want you popping off too soon. If you do I might put you on a charge for a dozen from Mr Best Behaviour for coming to soon.” She stroked his face, “I might call it disobeying an order, or disobedience. Whatever. Same rule, I come first.”

She waggled her chest in his face as she put a leg over then sat bolt upright on top of him, his cock trapped and pushed down under her.

She lifted up for a moment, then with a hand to hold and guide him, she shimmied back and then he felt it. The warm wet love tonnel of an excited woman swallowed him whole.

His chest lifted up for amoment in the pleasure of the fucking he was gettring. his eyes rolled up, his moth went wide around the ball gag and he sighed loudly.

Ms Saunders put her hands on his chest as she leaned forward. “Let me fuck you. Grunt or close your eyes when you get close.”

With that sheput both hands on his chest then leaned forward to make her breasts push out in front. Her shoulders swayed and shook, then she lifted up then flopped down on his cock. The reslt was the best fuck of his life.

Ms Saunders rode him, clenching her pussy around him, milking his cock and making it rub against her in just the right place as she got higher and higher, closer and closer.

She couldn’t last long after the last come she’d had, and looking at the young man in straps under her was doing her head in. This was where it was at.

God, how she wished she had a boyfirend into this. She’d ride him like a rocking horse after she blistered his butt.

As she crested she saw him close his eyes and gasp. Good.

Right at that moment she felt him twitching inside her, she felt him quiver and quake and that sent her over the top. She gripped him hard, gripped his cock with her sopping pussy to extrat the maximum of pleasure as she moved against him.

She came and she came loudly. Her shout echoed out his door into the cell block. She sat up straight, she pushed down on him, she opened then she gripped, she moved up and down in quick hip flicks as his cock hit against her, every litle push inside her sending her into bliss.

Putting her head far back, she came loud.

Harry was in heaven. It was a kinky heaven he would never have guessed, not in a million yerar. Also, little did he know that the deathly silence in the cell block meant that everyone was listedning to Ms Saundes as she climaxed, but also as she had given him a belting. Every single man wanted her right now as they all had painful boners that demanded attention. But not one of them could do a thing about it with the strap round their wrists immobilizing them. Sleeping in bondage like that meant they often had a boner, but spunking off to a bit of hand action was not going to happen.

— to be continued —

Harry finds out that making a noise at night is a bad idea.

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Duelling Prison Straps

One Mistress - Two Pison Straps.

The current mistress I’m seeing has her own prison strap. Ever seen one?

Canadian Prison Strap

Mine is this one, exactly the same, and it is a beautiful and functional piece of gear that works extremely well.

The leather at the business end or hers is not as thick or stiff as mine. Hers is more like heavy belt leather, or heavy saddle leather. Mine is more solid. Just picking it up and waving it around you realize how stiff it is and how severe it will be.

Well, the first time I met her, she said she had a prison strap as we were setting up for our first session. We went into the dungeon and she pulled it out of her gear collection. Then I produced mine making her eyes go wide.

Well, in session she gave me a dozen of each, hard. She does like using the prison strap and I suspect not many clients take it hard.

When she strapped me, I could hardly feel the difference. Now, some time later, I have no idea which is more severe. Mine looks it, but hers certainly has that special bite.

I have that feeling this will happen again soon. Very soon.

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Millennial Discipline Contract

Embracing Discipline

The very fabric of society was breaking down with the entitled generation unable to cope with their freedoms.

Something had to be done, so the ‘millenniuum discipline contract’ was devised.

Opening up the process, embracing social media into the contract and enforcing dicipline at every became the new norm.

This is the story of one family and the discipline in their life.

Part 1 of this story will be available late December 2020 as a free story on this site. Please call back.

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Redwire

Redwire - Cyber Security - Kinky Sex

Advance Information

Michelle a tough homicide cop finds that a man in a diner is more intriguing that any she’s ever met. Then she finds him to be even more intriguing when the going gets down and happy. She learns a whole lot of new things and gets an appreciation for kinky sex she thought she’d never get.

This is a long stiory, not just a bdsm quickie with plenty of character building.

Coming soon. Very soo. Maybe in parts as it is quite long.

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Strapubus After Hours

It Starts with a quiet drink

A man having a drink at a bar encounters a most unusual woman. A woman who has embraced her dark side, her kinky side and uses it for pleasures he would never have imagined. The only question, is this to be a once off or will there be a repeat performance.

Harry was tired from a tough Friday at work so decided to visit the bar near work. It was a bit trendy for his tastes but what the hell, it was time he splurged out. It was not as if he had anyone to spend his money on, his last girlfriend having deserted him a few months ago. He’d been feeling the loss, the need for some intimate time, but his work kept him busy.

Fun in bed
ball gag

On entering he found the bar dimly lit and, looking around, quite a nice place. He sidled up to the bar and claimed a stool beside a woman he only saw the back of and paid scant attention to.

“This taken?” he’d asked and she’d just waved a hand without looking at him. He wasn’t after a pickup for the night so he paid her little attention also. He just wanted to relax and enjoy a quiet night. The gentle music in the background was also helping, not thumping, not trying to shake his brains out.

His first beer went down quietly as he felt the peace. Damn, it was super cold, super nice, and he let his mind wander, his eyes half closed as he got right into it. Looking in the mirror behind the bar he saw the tables filling and the stools at the bar now fully taken. If it was going to get busy and noisy, he’d be leaving soon.

He decided on a white wine for his second drink, and also for it to be his last. He wasn’t much of a drinker, and two was his usual limit, plus it was getting busy. His first small taste made him smile with his eyes closed in pleasure. It was a lovely crisp chardonnay, and he sighed with the pleasure, a long deep slow sigh of contentment.

“My favorite,” said the woman beside him.

For the first time he looked at her properly, then nodded, “Mine too, but as a chaser to the beer. That slakes the thirst, the wine sits nicely on top.” She was a good looking woman, a bit older he guessed, and dressed very nicely indeed. The leather skirt, the low cut top, the bare jeweled arms all made her look a bit top shelf to him. She did look way out of his league.

Maybe she was a model, maybe an aspiring model, maybe someone from a fashion column? It didn’t matter, she was top shelf and he was tired. Too tired to do any chasing.

She turned a little more and he found she really was quite attractive in a severe kind of way. “I never respond to a pickup line. Why didn’t you try?” she asked. “Did you know I’d brush you off?”

He shrugged as he looked at her face, then into her deep hazel eyes sucking him in. Suddenly he realized she really was more than attractive. Not pretty, she was nothing like pretty. Pretty said feminine and possibly weak and simpering. She looked strong and sure of herself and hot as hell.

“Truth be told I’ve had a tough day at work. I just wanted to sit and relax and my brain really is struggling.” He didn’t say any more.

“Is that a brush off?” she asked with a quirky smile, something somewhere between a laugh and surprise showing on her face.

“No, not at all,” he said back pedaling quickly, “I think it means I’m too mentally exhausted to put in the effort and truth be told, I was absorbed in my beer. Sorry. It sounds weak and lame and all that but it’s the truth. I’m washed out.”

“Ah,” she said with a smile. “It is nice to chat to someone without an agenda. What do you do then?”

For the next half hour they chatted. Their lives were remarkably similar, both with high powered jobs making demands of them, and they were both in the same bar for the same reason.

Strapped Up In Harness

Back at her place he looked around the entry hall. It was just a small walled off tiled area that led into a large lounge room that had a view out over the city at night. It looked pretty at night like this with the lights twinkling. To the left was the kitchen area and to the right some doors that he guessed were bathroom and bed rooms.

His inspection was cut short by the hand on his bottom then Cynthia was in front of him, close, pulling him in till she was fully against his body. Reaching around with her other hand she pulled his head in and then he found himself kissing her, deeply. She got right into it, deeply into it and with her pulling him in, he felt his cock stiffen up instantly. Almost of their own accord, his arms circled her as they extremely deep kissed, their tongues dancing and rubbing together as she rubbed her hips into his, sending him sky high.

The kiss broke off eventually as she pulled away, then her hand was in his, pulling him, leading to the doors on the right. “Lets get you prepared,” she said.

With his mind in a whirl and his cock rock hard and hurting he didn’t give what she said much thought. He passed off the strange sound of it as ‘lets getting naked’ and that would be fine.

Seconds later they were in her bedroom, the light from the open door the only light in the room. Then, in a frenzy, they kissed again, her body against his rubbing and gyrating leaving no doubt in his mind that sex was going to happen very soon. Either that or he’d come in his trousers but looking at her, her red hot needy body, that was the last thing he wanted. He wanted to be inside her right now.

They both decided instantly, at the same time, then their clothes were flying through the air. Seconds after that he had his hands on her chest, roaming all over her and she had her hands on his cock and cupping his balls then she leaned in for a kiss.

“On your back on the bed,” she said, “quickly,” and she didn’t let go of him, leading him to the bed. It was sending him sky high.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He glanced at the bed but didn’t pay any real attention to what he saw in the dim light. It looked like she had a great belt collection spread over the bed and on the bedside table. But his need for her was paramount, so he laid down quickly and just looked at her naked form looming over him, her hand circling his cock, “Oh God,” he said. It felt a little strange, laying on her belts but right now he didn’t care, his mind was elsewhere.

His cock in her hand demanded his total attention. Well almost. Her naked form was an absolute delight to look at too.

Then she asked, “Do you need to go home tonight or can you stay, maybe leave early or freshen up here?”

That sounded even better. This was a dream come true. “Sure, I can stay,” he said as his hips were rising and falling in time with her stroking of him. Damn, if she wasn’t careful he’d be blasting his spunk onto the ceiling the way she was going.

“Good,” she said, “lay back and trust me, you’ll love this.” Then in one quick and he later guessed well rehearsed movement she spun around and suddenly she was squatting on his face, his mouth covered by her pussy, surprising him totally. Suddenly he had a face full of hot woman bits. And she held his cock. And she was stroking him.

“Lick,” she said as she lifted off for a moment, and he got the idea. He was not averse to dining out as the saying went and from experience it always meant he was in for some great sex with a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go get it. There were no down sides to this.

As soon as she pushed back down again, he started to lick and to nuzzle her between the legs. She tasted strong but womanly, tangy but also hugely sexy. “Umm,” was all he could say around the well haired pussy engulfing him, his senses filled with her.

Hard Riding In Straps

As she was rubbing herself into his face, he felt her hand leave his cock for a moment then she took his wrists and pulled his hands down along his body, pushing them against his hips. It was mildly strange, but nothing special considering where his face was.

With light pressure she had his hands against his body, pressed into the sides of his hips then he felt something he ignored as he lapped at the lovely labia, danced his tongue around the vagina then when she moved, he circled and tapped the little clit that was peeking out as she moved back and forward.

Suddenly, whatever it was tightened firmly. He felt the constriction around his hips and wrists binding him. In reflex, he tried to move his hands but found he couldn’t as they were trapped tight against his body.

In the time it took him to try moving them, he felt the same thing again but this time a little way up from his wrists, at about mid way along his forearm, then it too was tightened.

He was feeling frightened now. He started to squirm and move but her weight increased on his face, trapping him. It felt like some kind of restraint had been put on him, cinched up tight, and he couldn’t move his arms. At all.

“Ssshhhhh,” she said as she moved back and forward, then, “Lick,” as she moved her hips and rubbed her pussy against his face. “Trust me, this will be good.”

He wasn’t feeling too good about this, but she wrapped her hand around his cock again and started to rub taking his mind off it. “Hmmm, you can enjoy this,” she said as she cupped his balls with her other hand. Then, rubbing her pussy against his face he found himself enjoying it. What did he need his hands for anyway?

“Enough,” she said as she lifted off, his cock rock hard in her hand.

Turning round quickly, using a tight grip on him, she straddled his hips and took his full length inside herself in one quick plunge, her hips landing down in his lap, his cock right up her.

The sudden feeling of a warm moist and delightfully tight vagina swallowing his cock made him lift his shoulders up. She put her hands on his chest and pushed down as she put her full weight onto him taking him even deeper inside, but only for a moment.

She lifted off just a little, then she drove down taking the cock in fully, her hips slamming down and shaking them both and the bed.

“Oohh yess,” he groaned as she repeated it, fucking him hard, lifting and falling, fucking him deeply, using him. This was something he particularly enjoyed.

Then sitting upright, and now not moving, she put her hands either side of him and he saw her lift the ends of a belt and buckle the ends tightly, the leather of this belt at his elbows and pulled tightly into him when she buckled it. That took seconds.

Then leaning forward a little more so her breasts jutted over his face, another belt was gripped, raised, then buckled around his chest. Then in seconds again, another was buckled just under his shoulders.

Now he really couldn’t move. His torso had five tight belts wrapped around him and she was sitting on his hips, his cock stiff and hard and nestled deep inside her, her movement in doing up the belts had been nice, like she was almost chewing on his cock as she moved her hips.

Then she started to move again, “Enjoy it,” she said huskily as she leaned forward putting her lovely breasts just inches from his face as she moved back and forward, “Just lay back and enjoy it. Just a few more straps,” she said.

After some lovely slow fucking, she lifted off then standing beside the bed, she wrapped a belt round his thighs, buckled it tight, then above his knees, below his knees, round his calves and then round his ankles. She cinched them all up tight so he was barely able to move at all.

As this was happening his fear was rising, his damp pussy juice soaked cock was cold in the night air, and he felt himself going down slightly. But that was balanced by watching her naked form and the taste of her in his mouth.

“Waggle your feet,” she said so he did. It was electric watching her naked form in the half light, putting the belts round him.

She watched him waggle his feet, then leaning forward one more belt was wrapped round his feet, around each foot and over the bridge, underneath, then around both and pulled tight.

“There,” she said, “much better. Back to work,” then she gripped his cock again, and again he was erect and hard in an instant. Quickly she straddled him and he was again delightfully pushed up deep inside in a glorious fuck that took his mind off everything.

She leaned forward, pushed her knees back, then she was laying full length on him and her mouth covered his.

The kissing while she moved slowly was delightful, a full woman and sex experience and he was getting right into it. As she lay against him, squirming, moving her hips up and down he could feel himself starting to come, the end of his cock starting to twitch in the precursor to a hard release that would leave him gasping.

“Not yet,” she said as she rolled off his body, his cock pointing straight up still and moving, twitching, needing almost nothing to push him over the edge. “I always come first,” she said, “then you get your reward.”

Standing beside the bed, “Lift your chest up a little,” she said as her breasts were either side of his face. He assumed she was going to get him to suckle, to lick and maybe use his teeth to tease her nipples but she had other ideas. As he lifted, she moved something off the bedside table then she wrapped his neck with it. Her hands went behind his neck then he felt it tighten, the feeling of constriction now strong round his neck.

She bent slightly when she was done, then swung her breasts against his face, her nipples brushing against his cheeks, his nose, mouth and forehead. “It does focus the mind, wearing a posture collar,” she said, then she added, “I use it when I masturbate. And this too,” she said as she grabbed something else.

He had only a fleeting glance at it, then he felt something large at his mouth which he momentarily thought was a breast, but then when it was pushed in he had a horrid fear it was a dildo. Suddenly his mouth was completely filled, he felt the lather pad at the front against his lips and she said, “Lift up, quickly now, this is the icing on the cake. Just a little rubber for you to suck on.”

He did as told, looking at her jutting breasts then he felt pressure on his face as the strap to the gag, and he realized what it was now, was tightened. Not only that, in the half light he could see that the piece in his mouth extended out the front and it looked like a big fat penis sticking up in the air. This was confirmed seconds later when she quickly mounted his face, her hand guiding the big rubber cock into her pussy as she sat upright, then leaned forward.

“Make it good for me,” she said when she lifted up high for a moment, the sight of her vagina with just the tip of the rubber cock inside it exciting him. It was like a porn movie come true, laying there tied up with belts and unable to move as she took her pleasure.

She rode his face, moving up and down, as she held his cock. She became quite demanding, pushing down hard and at times moving from side to side as she clearly enjoyed the dildo inside her. The fucking seemed to take a while, but then her felt her quivering and he knew what this was. She was close now.

Lifting off she quickly turned around and again his cock was deep inside that gloriously delicious vagina. She rode him sitting bolt upright, his cock hard and pushing into the front of her vagina and rubbing her where she wanted. Then, as she sat, her breasts swinging slightly he felt her tensing up just as he felt the same thing. Then it hit them both. She screamed out loud and was jumping and quivering and clenching his cock as she came hard, and he felt the end of his cock swell up and then almost burn as he spurted hard and deep inside her. He was shuddering, quivering, moving up and down as much as he could, and she was doing the opposite and pushing down on him.

It lasted a week, it lasted ten minutes, he had no idea how long but he knew his balls hurt when it finished and he was completely spent. He lay there, her on top of him, his body tingling all over and still with all those belts wrapped round him, unable to move.

At long last the delicious fucking finished. She’d kept her hips moving long after she finished, and long after his own shudders finished, but now he felt himself softening up.

She pushed her legs back and while keeping her hips against him to lay full length on his body again. She relaxed down and soon her face was beside his, her cheek against his.

He felt the post climax sleep wafting over him, his eyelids getting heavy, his body drifting off. Without moving she said quietly into his ear, “Get a snooze. We’ll go again in an hour or two. Suck on the gag, it’s like a pacifier. I love that feeling after I masturbate, the feeling of cock and drifting off with it in my face and the posture collar cinched up tight just feels dreamy.”

With her laying on top of him, her soft body pressed into him, he did just that. The rubber cock was absolutely the last thing he thought he would accept, but now with her naked body pressing against him, it felt good, particularly after the massive come.

Kinky Night Wake Up

He slept deeply, and how long for he didn’t have any idea but when he did wake it was extraordinary.

He was unable to move. Something was in his mouth, big and fat and rubbery. He ran his tongue along it then against his will almost, he felt himself sucking on it, his tongue running up and down the shaft.

In his half wakeful state it was dreamy and erotic then he realized that if he was unable to move, why was his cock being circled by a warm hand that was wanking it gently.

He started to move, then he heard, “Wakey wakey sleepy head. Time to earn your keep again,” and then he remembered. He was in a woman’s bed and all tied up.

“Mind if I use you for as little pleasure?” she asked.

The wanking of his cock stopped then her hands came up to his face and he felt the strap round his head tighten for a moment, then release, then she pulled out the gag.

“You up for it?” she asked again.

He nodded and gasped slightly, the feeling of being able to use his mouth again feeling strange. “Ohh yes,” he gasped.

“Good. There. Lets use those lips and tongue for a while,” she said huskily. Then he had a face full of woman, kissing him, giving him her all with her tongue chasing his around and her lovely lips pressed down hard on his.

He enjoyed that, particularly when her hand found his cock again and had it hard in seconds. “Hmmm,” she said when she pulled back for a moment, “does this mean you like it?”

He could only nod for a moment, gasp slightly, then say, “Ohhh God, you’re amazing,” which was enough for her. Quickly she was kissing and deep tongue thrusting him again.

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As he lay there, tied up tight with all the belts round him he found it erotic to be fondled, kissed, wanked by the beautiful woman beside him. In the half light from the open door he could see her lift up on one elbow as she kissed him, her other hand moving down his chest and running over all the belts binding him. Then when it came to his cock again, she tweaked it, pulled on it, slid her hand up and down the shaft, wanked him, sending tremors up and down him and made him hard and needy.

And there was nothing he could do about it. He was at her mercy and that just made him harder and more needy.

Her tongue flicked into his mouth and found his, rubbing against it as she caressed him. He felt his cock responding more and more strongly, and his balls were starting to ache in his desire.

Taking her time, doing it slowly so her whole body rubbed against his, she slid on top of him sensuously with her naked body, taking her time and rubbing against him. It was the most erotic moment of his life, tied up like that as she slid on top.

Then, with some hip movements as her tongue was moving in his mouth, she found the head of his cock and hunching, she pushed back and had it lodged inside just an inch.

Lifting her chest off his, releasing the deep kiss, she looked into his eyes and she slid her body down slightly so he was now lodged fully inside her. Damn but it felt good.

“Let me fuck you slowly,” she said and then she did that. Slowly, her hips rising and falling, rocking from side to side, with her body against him and her tongue deep in his mouth, she fucked him for her pleasure.

“Oh yes,” she said as she moved her hips slowly, her hips moving up and down in a steady rhythm. “Oh yes,” she breathed into his mouth as his cock started to swell and twitch, then when he came, shaking and shuddering, she pushed back hard on his cock taking his full length deep into her pussy and grinding her hips down on him.

Finally when his orgasm had passed, when he’s stopped quivering and he’d regained his senses she looked down at him. “Finish me off,” and with that she put the gag back in his mouth but didn’t buckle it up. “Keep that in there,” she said then quickly she turned and straddled his face.

Seconds later he had that warm wet pussy against his face, the dildo pushed deep inside her as she moved up and down. This time, with it not strapped into his mouth, he felt it moving more in his mouth so he had to grip it with his teeth to stop it coming out.

As she used him his whole world was her crutch, moving up and down on the black shaft, but it didn’t last long. With a cry and a shake of her hips, she came and came hard with her hips slamming down onto him to get the maximum possible penetration.

When it was finally finished she lay down beside him then took the rubber shaft out of his mouth.

“Not bad, not bad at all.” Then she kissed him long and hard. “Do you like the taste of me?” she asked between kisses, her hand roaming all over him.

“Yes,” was all he could say then his mouth was plugged with her lips and tongue as she got into it again. She kissed him for an age then she lifted off.

“Here’s a treat then,” she said then she put the gag back in his mouth. He didn’t realize it before but she must have used the gag end for the fucking and not the protruding dildo when she straddled his face as he all of a sudden had the taste of her strong in his mouth, her juices still thick on the rubber gag. Lifting his head, she strapped it deep into his mouth then she lay back down beside him and wrapped a hand round his cock. “Back to sleep. I’ll use you again in the morning. Get your strength up.”

Then she snuggled down and he felt her hand moving over all the belts, round his cock, around the belts again. As he was starting to drift off in the post orgasmic bliss he felt it wrapped round his cock. It was a delightful way to go to sleep as he ran his tongue up and down the rubber shaft tasting her, imagining he was giving her head again.

Morning Ride In Straps

The morning was memorable also, and for all the same reasons. The initial problem was that he needed, desperately, to use the toilet. He was awake quite quickly with that full bladder feeling and his movement woke the woman.

She was wrapped around him, an arm over his body and a leg cocked over his hips as he lay with all the belts binding him. He frowned, he tried to make the ‘ need to pee’ look or whatever that was as he looked at the door to the bedroom into what he presumed was a small bathroom.

“Pee?” she asked, then “not a problem,” when he nodded quickly.

She sat up in the bed then took off all the belts from his waist down, releasing him. He presumed she’d take the ones off above the waist but that didn’t happen. She gripped the ring in the middle of his collar and, “Come on, let’s use the bathroom,” which was novel.

Struggling after the enforced immobility, she got him to his feet then she led him, all the belts round him making themselves felt, into the bathroom then, “Sit,” she said after she led him to the toilet seat.

He turned, sat then he felt her hand on his cock pointing it down into the bowl. It was erotic but his bladder was damned full so a large hot stream of urine took a few seconds to release. And when it did start, it was unstoppable.

As he was pissing he watched the naked woman in front of him, and she was a pleasure to watch. She made a meal out of the display of getting a face washer, soaking it in the hand basin then rubbing it around her crutch. She caressed a breast with one hand, then with the other rubbed herself between the legs with the face washer. Then she rinsed it, and repeated, then she took the end of the face washer and pushed it into her vagina, rotating her hips and gasping and making gentle erotic noises as she rubbed and caressed herself.

Finally when he was done, she smiled at him, shook his cock then taking the ring in his collar again told him, “Stand,” and so she led him to the small hand basin.

Turning on the hot tap she got the face washer again, wet it with hot water then she washed his cock and balls. It was enormously sexy, to have his cock and balls washed like that, particularly when she tapped his thighs and told him to open, open wide. He spread his legs for her making himself available, exposing himself. The face washer was rinsed then again it was used all over his crutch and down the inside of his legs. It, like everything else she did, was damned erotic.

She then started to stroke his cock. “Up for it,” she said as the stroking started to harden him up, not that it needed much after what she’d been doing. “Oh yes, I can see you are. One last one for the road then. Something a little different maybe.”

She gripped his cock then pulled him along.

She led him back into the bedroom then made him stand beside the bed, back a few feet. Releasing his cock, she quickly got a fist full of belts then in seconds his legs and ankles were circled and the leather cinched up tight so he was again totally bound.

“Kneel,” she said firmly as she gripped the ring on his collar and gave it a little tug downward.

Soon he was kneeling, facing the bed, and she was naked and smiling at him as she looked down, his eyes right at crutch level. Right where he wanted to be. He could see her nipples were hard and pointy, clearly this was having an effect on her.

She moved in front of him then sat on the bed, her legs on either side of his body. Reaching forward she took the gag out of his mouth then with a firm hand on the back of his head, she pulled him forward and down. He knew what she wanted.

Some pussies were glorious, some super sharp tasting as if their owners never washed them, and others were just the opposite. He liked the ones where the labia weren’t too pronounced but there was enough of them to get a tongue around them, to suck them a little and the clit was in a lightly furred forest and available. Hers was like that.

He moved forward slowly then licked her from bottom to top, slowly, the tip of his tongue flicking in between her labia and licking her gently and sensuously. Then he circled the clit, letting his tongue play with it, twiddle it, roam around it and move all over it to excite her.

The effect was all he wanted. Her hand was on the back of his head, she leaned back, she opened her legs to him and pushed her pussy upward to get as much tongue on it as possible.

He knelt, the belts wrapped round him and gave her the best head he could. It was probably also the best he’d ever given. His girlfriends had in the past been treated to this only occasionally and even then, it had never been as good as this. This woman had the nicest tasting pussy he could remember, tasty and all girl but not overly so.

As she started to gasp, to get closer to a come, she put her hand on his head and pushed back. The gag was quickly back in his mouth and buckled tightly. “Quickly, on your back.”

He stood, which wasn’t easy strapped up like that, then he shuffled forward. With her hands on him, she guided him to be laying on is back.

She wasted not a second, she flicked her legs either side of his face. He looke dup, the end of the dildo projecting upward, here pussy gaping and open over his face. Then her hand came down and gripped the shaft, guiding the end of the dildo between her legs then seated deep inside her. She leaned down then his cock was taken in her mouth and suddenly he was getting some wonderful head as her hips rose and fell on his face.

He was as randy as hell now, this was just too much to take and like last time, just before he came, she got off him quickly then gripping his cock seated it between her legs and dropped down hard taking it all in one deep thrust, his chest came up off the bed slightly, but she pushed down as she leaned forward putting all the more pressure on their hips and making the fuck deeper and more glorious. She rose and fell, rose and fell, rose and fell then he was pushed over the edge, his come gloriously mind bending as he shook and shuddered in orgasm.

As he shook, she didn’t stop, her hips were needy, gripping him, moving from side to side as well as up and down then with a gasped “yeaaahhhhgggs oh yes,” she came also, shuddering and hunched over him, her hips gripping him tightly.

Their bodies joined at the hips lay still with him still fully inside her and neither of them were moving. “I do like a nice firm cock inside me,” she said as she rubbed her hand over his chest and the belts circling him. “I do like it a lot,” then she stroked his face.

Leaning forward she unstrapped the gag then leaning down fully she kissed him deeply, their mouths open and locked together as their tongues writhed and rubbed together.

They lay like that for a while, her on top of him, kissing, their tongues writing then the inevitability of running out of time meant she had to get up.

Taking her time she unstrapped him. Each belt she took off she rolled up then put onto her bedside table till they were all taken off, except for one she doubled over she put in her lap. Then, as he lay watching her, she took off his collar then the double dildo gag.

She picked up the doubled belt again and ran it through her hands. Like that it looked like it was designed to crack across a naughty bottom. Without thought he got up then sat beside her on the bed.

“That has got to be the most unusual night of my life.” Then as he watched her smile slightly, “also one of the best. Do you do that often?”

She smiled then put a hand on his knee, the other with the belt flicking it up in the air, draping it over their knees, playing with it. “As often as I can. Some can’t stand it, the bondage, some go all crazy then run out even with the promise of a hot fuck. You were very good.”

He put his hand on hers, then ran his hand along her knee then up the side of her chest then fondled a breast. “I’d kind of like to do that to you, you know. Have you all strapped up and take advantage.”

She lifted the belt, wrapped it round his neck and pulled him close. “I told one of my girlfriends what I like. You know what she called me?”

He shook his head, but damn hot and sexy came to mind.

“A strapubus, a bit like an incubus but using belts, straps, and takes advantage of men for my pleasure. I could be tempted to try it the other way round. Maybe,” she said as she leaned in and kissed him hard.

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Harry And The Strapubus

The Strapubus and Harry

Copyright (C) 2019 by Trikki Watson. The Strapubus is a new series based around bondage and corporal punishment in a prison for recidivist offenders. This is the first chapter.

Somehow Harry has managed to get caught every single time he’s done a break and enter or indulged in a little creative asset rearrangement as he thinks of it.

This time however, it is not Juvie he gets, it’s off to Rat Creek Reformatory. Surely it can’t be too bad?

For when only the best will do.

Prison Strap

A guaranteed Attitude Improver

Off To The Reformatory

Being in prison awaiting trial, the trial, and then the expected guilty verdict hadn’t surprised him at all.Harry had been here many times before. The only difference was that he was over twenty one now. An adult.

Neither did the trip to the facility he’d been sentenced to surprise him, but this trip felt longer than usual and interminable. Eventually the truck stopped when he heard something happening outside, then moved a little more, then stopped, then started and drove a short way. Finally it stopped with a slight bump then the engine turned off. With a feeling of slight dread he thought ‘home sweet home for the next six months.’

He heard the other prisoners being taken out of the van and finally it was his turn, he was led out by an unsmiling guard. He was in chains and as per usual sp he had to shuffle out of the van and onto the platform then stand in line. He knew the drill from all the other times he’d been inside. He assume he’d be processed, stripped and searched, showered, given clothes and read into the rules then put into a cell for the night. First night was always the worst, new smells, new sounds, and new prisoners all to get used to. Now in an adult prison he was in no doubt he would be at the bottom of the pecking order and that had its own special perils.

This time it was vastly different.

It started with the officers. To a person they were women and none of them were ugly and that was to say the least. They were all dressed in black trousers with equipment hanging off their wide belts, button up white shirts with a tie and a cap on their heads. He was standing ogling the women, as were the others as they waited.

Then it got more surreal. One by one each of them was turned around. The cuffs were taken off then a leather strap was wrapped around the wrists to bring them into the middle of their backs. The strap was connected to a steel bar that ended in another strap that went round the neck of the prisoner. The length of the bar meant it sat behind the neck and so the strap could be done up firmly. Each of them tried to move their wrists and they all found they had almost no movement possible. They could move them away from their bodies just a little but not up or down.

After that the leg irons were taken off and the prisoner was turned around again. This was different. He was used to being handcuffed. The strap around the wrists and being linked to the collar was having an effect on him though. It was slightly disturbing in a way that simple handcuffs weren’t.

This was a surreal moment as he looked around. Suddenly there were six of them standing there looking at the guards and not knowing what was happening. He whispered to the man next to him, “What’s happening? I’ve never had this before.”

The man was his own age, maybe a little older. He’d thought he was a smug bugger, maybe an old hand at this. With a bare glance of disdain, he just shrugged then ignored him. Rude, thought Harry. Then again, he might have friends inside, best not to upset absolutely anyone.

“NO TALKING,” shouted one of the guards. She moved in front of him and now was face to face with him. “SILENCE,” she said again and something in her face made him keep the smart ass retort he had in mind to himself.

With that silence, the six of them looked at the three guards. At least they could walk, he thought, he’d never liked leg irons much.

The silence lingered, but eventually the door from the reception area banged open to a tall impressive guard, at least six feet tall and strongly built. She moved with a grace and power that made him immediately concerned, she looked like a fighter. But that wasn’t the thing his eyes lingered on, or the prominent bulge in her shirt from her large bust, or her attractive face.

No. It was what was in her hand as she stood looking at them and running it through her hands. It was the largest leather strap he’d ever seen. It had to be over three feet long. Two thirds of its length was a formidable piece of leather with two rows of a half dozen holes he thought he could get his pinkie finger through. The handle was a foot long and made of multiple layers of leather sandwiched together. There could only be one reason and one use for a thing like that and he had a horrible feeling he knew what it was.

“My name is Ms Saunders,” the new woman said as she looked at them in turn. “And this,” she said as she lifted the strap into the air and pointed it at each of them in turn, “this is Mister Best Behavior.” She ran the strap through her hand and none of them failed to notice it was hardly bending as she pointed it at them. The business end looked like being a quarter of an inch thick and maybe three inches across.

She smiled as she caressed the leather. “Now we are a correctional reformatory for recidivist offenders under thirty who have a chance at rehabilitation. For your stay here you will be expected to be on best behavior else you will become intimately familiar with my friend.” She flicked the strap in the air.

“Not only that, we have a zero tolerance policy. That is zero tolerance for every single thing. For any reason you can be sent to me for a dose of Mr Best Behavior and then bound as you are or in a hogtie for variation and that can last for hours, days or weeks even. Trust me, you will not enjoy that.”

“We have many rules. These will be explained to you in printed sheets in your cell. I strongly advise you to read them carefully.”

She looked at them and took her time, their eyes on the strap as she fondled it. “The next step in your induction process is your official welcome where you get to sample our hospitality.” She was positively grinning as she said that. Then she continued. “This is delivered by me of course, and my special friend here.” She flicked the strap up into the air again for emphasis, the meaning clear. They were getting strapped. Harry’s ass went cold at that thought, but his heart started to race and he felt the color going up to his face.

“What? YOU CAN’T DO THAT” said the man beside him looking indignant. He’d thought the guy was a bit full of himself, not talking to him before. He clearly had some social justice thoughts happening. Truth be told, he had his own thoughts but again something made him keep quiet. Luckily. Also no one else said anything either so their trouble-radar must have been triggered also.

Ms Saunders nodded to a guard. The guard went to a desk then from a box pulled out something he thought he’d seen before on the internet. The guard went straight to the man beside him, “Open up,” she said as she lifted it to his mouth. He took one look and refused, shook his head and made it difficult for the guard as he struggled.

A second guard joined in then it was only a matter of time. One guard held his shoulders, the other pinched his nose making him open his mouth in surprise. That was enough, the ball gag was shoved into his mouth then seconds later the strap was behind his head and buckled.

Ms Saunders walked up to him, she tapped his chest with the strap, “Now here is your first lesson. Any sign of rudeness, any shout against any guard, any hint of insubordination is punished. Any resistance, any refusal to obey an order from anyone here results in punishment. You,” she said as she tapped his chest again, “your welcome will now be twelve strokes. If you resist it will be doubled again and trust me, two dozen of my friend here will be something you won’t forget.” She smiled at them all, “And guess who will be going first.”

Two guards grabbed his arms then the pulled him toward an open door but he wasn’t keen on the idea. “Follow,” said Ms Saunders to the others. Then she added as she walked up to the gagged prisoner, “If you resist we’ll just make it two dozen right now.” That had an effect, the gagged prisoner stopped his efforts to resist, instantly.

The remaining five of them looked at each other for a moment, then as one they decided resistance was futile. This was not looking good.

The room they entered was austere. It had multiple doors in the walls but no windows. In the rear of the room was a wooden structure with a flat leather top. Hanging off it were a collection of wide leather straps, waiting for a victim to be strapped down. It was clearly a punishment horse, a whipping horse, and they all knew who was going to be riding it.

Ms Saunders addressed the gagged prisoner, “Go to the whipping horse, put your feet against the legs then follow instructions. Quickly now.” She looked at all of them in turn, “And if you resist your punishment will double. Your choice. I’m happy either way, but going to two dozen would make me happier.” She grinned as she flicked the strap up and down.

The gagged man looked wildly around, assessing his options, looked at the strap and the woman holding it but there were no options that looked any better. With a clear lack of enthusiasm he walked forward then did as told.

Two guards wrapped straps around his ankles then buckled them. One pushed him in the back with a command, “Bend,” which he did, not that he had much choice. A strap was buckled over the small of his back and in seconds he was presented. Almost. A guard gripped the top of his tracksuit pants and in one pull, had it around his knees. The other guard did the same to his underpants. With that a bright white pair of buttocks was looking out at them all, a shining white target Harry thought.

Ms Saunders walked forward. She stepped to one side and behind him, the strap out at the end of her arm so it went half way across his bottom, the end finishing at the butt crack.

Not a word was spoken. No one was looking anywhere else. The inevitability of the punishment was riveting all their eyes to the tableau. That and the inevitable strapping of themselves, each prisoner thought. At a time like this, self preservation and the state  of their butts was foremost in their thoughts.

With deceptive slowness and grace the strap was pulled back and behind Ms Saunders. She looked like a strong and powerful woman, and then it was proven. The strap paused at the end of her arm, held far out from her body, her body coiled up like a spring, her legs bent, her body tense. Then in a blur she unwound and the strap whooshed forward with a high pitched swish that ended in a gunshot loud crack as it lashed across the bared bottom.

The effect on the bound man was instant and frantic. It made him tense his whole body, to try to lift off the horse, to shake and quiver all over and thrash against the straps holding him fast. The gag prevented the cry he wanted to make, probably a scream, so that all that came out was an indistinct gurgle.

The effect on his bottom was pronounced though. There was now a three inch wide band of red across the middle of his butt, going from one side to the other.

Al the other prisoners were watching it with rapt attention and not a little fear. This would be them soon. Harry looked at the other guards and noticed something disturbing. They were all smiling, all of them looking a little excited at the spectacle.

“Gentlemen,” Ms Saunders said into the near silence, the only sound being the man on the whipping horse moving against the straps and the occasional sound that got past the gag strapped into his mouth. “You see how well Mr Best Behavior works. A perfect stroke like that leaves a perfect band across the butt. At this moment he is trying to ease the pain as he squirms. But nothing helps. It will feel like a red hot poker is sitting on his butt but worst of all, he knows there is plenty more to come and there is  nothing he can do about it.”

They all looked on in horror. Were they all getting this?

Ms Saunders took her time. She put the strap against the still quaking bottom then pulled it back behind her again. Again Ms Saunders worked her body into a powerful and efficient means to deliver that wickedly painful looking strap to the bared bottom.

Again she moved in a blur with the leather streaking around ending in a gunshot crack as the strap painted another band of red just above the first. Again the bound recipient thrashed around against the straps but there was nowhere to go and nothing to be done about it. He was getting a strapping come what may.

Ms Saunders said nothing as she ran the strap through her hands, watching, feeling the leather with a slight smile on her face. She stood looking at the man shaking the horse as he lay strapped down. She let time pass as they all watched the performance of the prisoner on the whipping horse.

Then the third stroke was laid on below the first. Now the whole of his butt was painted bright red. Each stroke had hardly overlapped, the three strokes spread out like that covering and painting the presented bottom a fine red color.

“Gentlemen, if he had been quiet and accepted what was to happen, he would now be half way there.” She smiled at them, “When it’s your turn on the horse, remember that. It could have been worse.” That didn’t help any of them.

Ms Saunders then took her time. She measured up, she waited a moment with the strap against his bottom, then she pulled it back and far behind herself. Swiveling around like a spring unwinding the strap cracked again and this time it was in the center of the bottom, on top of the first stroke. That was to be her technique; three strokes to cover the bottom, then the second set of three going over the top.

If the prisoner on the horse had been reacting strongly before, that was nothing compared to how he lurched against the straps holding him in position this time. His body shook the horse, the frame moving visibly as his shrieks of pain swallowed by the gag.

Taking her time, the fifth stroke was laid on above, then the sixth was lashed below that middle stroke. Now the whole of his bottom was bright red and looking angry, each art of it having taken two hugely painful strokes.

“Half way there,” said Ms Saunders as she swished the strap through the air just like a cat swishing its tail.

She walked in front of the bound man so he could see her, the strap in her hand swinging from side to side all the time. “Do you want me to stop?” she asked him happily as she bent down to be face to face with him.

His head nodded up and down frantically and something could be heard from around the gag. It sounded like he was begging her, wanting, pleading, promising anything but another six strokes like the last six.

She smiled as she looked him in the eyes, “Well I can’t,” she said as she patted his face, “you’ve got six to come. Now that I’ve warmed up, I think I’ll make these harder. Full strength this time.”

That produced more shaking of the wooden horse and shaking of the head along with muffled pleas for her to stop. But it made no difference, Ms Saunders didn’t care what he said. This was all for show.

Ms Saunders walked back behind the bound man, off to one side just the same as for the last set of six. She extended the strap at the end of her arm till it was covering just the near buttock, just like every other time. It took her very little time to get ready.

“Nice and hard this time,” she said quietly as she measured up the strap across the waiting quivering red striped bottom.

The ‘crack’ when it came was far louder and more crisp than before. None of the new prisoners believed it could be any harder, but it was.

Same as before the first was across the middle of the bottom on the already red surface. This stroke being the hardest of them all left its own even deeper red band of sting shining among all the others, the three inch band of pain clearly visible.

It was the third stroke to the center of his butt and it clearly hurt.

The effect on the prisoner was all it should have been. He surged in the straps, the horse moving violently as he shuddered and shook, his body writhing in pain. The gurgles getting past the gag sounded like one long scream.

Ms Saunders didn’t delay this time. The next ‘crack’ sounded only a half dozen seconds later and left a new more red band above the previous, then seconds later another ‘crack’ of strap on bottom laid a band of red perfectly completing the surface. The whole butt for three times the width of the strap was now blazing red.

Ms Saunders had waited after each of the previous sets of three, but this time she did not. She kept right on. This was to be a punishment, and a punishment she would deliver.

The next stroke to the middle, the one above then the one below each lifted the bound prisoner to new heights of frantic movement against the straps on the horse. Now the color was fire engine red and looked as painful as the bound prisoner was making out by his movements. This was not a lesson he’d ever forget. Nor would any of the other prisoners either.

Ms Saunders walked back in front of the prisoner and bent down till she was looking into his eyes again. “That was a dozen. If you are insolent, rude, resist or disobey I’ll have you back again for another dozen.” She stroked his face, getting his full attention. “But that’s not the best of it. I’ll make it two dozen if you annoy me in any way. Just imagine that, you get twice as many strokes. The best part is we won’t be in any hurry then. I can leave you strapped down for five minutes between each dozen and get one of the officers to massage your butt so you can feel the second set properly. Would you like that? Hmm?” she asked.

The prisoner shook his head frantically, clearly not wanting any more.

“Good, you get the idea,” she said, “when we let you up, behave. I promise I can give you another dozen, or two dozen, straight way if you annoy me or any of the guards in any way.”

All the other prisoners listened carefully to that. None of them wanted a dozen and two dozen was a bridge none of them wanted to cross. This Ms Saunders liked her strap far too much.

Ms Saunders stood then nodded to one of the officers. The bound prisoner was unstrapped then he was helped up. Clearly the strapping had left him exhausted the way he slumped between them.

It was a strange sight, the tracksuit had now fallen down around his ankles so his privates were on display and when he was turned around, the bright red bottom along with his bound hands in the middle of his back leading up to the collar completed the image.

“Who’s next? Any volunteers?” asked Ms Saunders happily as she ran the strap through her hands. “You all get a welcoming six of the best so you might as well get used to the idea.”

Harry saw the man beside him step forward, slowly, looking totally nervous. With shaking steps he approached the wooden horse and waited as his ankles were strapped to the legs of the horse. When that was done he didn’t wait, he bent at the waist then the broad strap was run over his back and bound him to the horse.

“Excellent,” said Ms Saunders. “I do like a willing victim for my friend here,” as his tracksuit and briefs were pulled down.

This time the strapping was quick. The six strokes were laid on firmly but not quite at the same intensity as the last six for the previous prisoner. Even then, these strokes still had a huge effect. The prisoner shook, he waggled his hips and his bottom between strokes. Since he wasn’t gagged, he also shouted out loudly with each stroke, his “yaaggghhh” coming at the instant of the crisp crack of the strap on his bottom. As the strokes progressed, his shouts got louder and more strident.

It only took a minute for his welcoming strapping, a minute of loud shouts and gunshot cracks of prison strap on inmate bottom.

“Good,” said Ms Saunders, “no swearing. If you swear I double up. Oh. I forgot to mention that. No matter.”

The prisoner was now standing with his tracksuit around his ankles, beside the other prisoner, their privates on display.

“Next,” said Ms Saunders. Another prisoner stepped forward and quickly he was strapped down, his bottom exposed then six strokes of the strap laid on. The recipe was quickly followed and now there were three men side by side, each with glowing red bottoms and their privates on display.

There were only three of them remaining now, three unstrapped prisoners and none of them wanted to go next.

“Quickly,” said Ms Saunders. “Either one of you steps forward right now or I call this insubordination and double up for a dozen each. I do like giving a good solid dozen.”

The man beside Harry stepped forward and was duly strapped down, bared then Ms Saunders gave him his six. the inevitability of it all was getting to Harry.

Soon it would be his turn.

Harry's Prison Strapping

And now it was Harry and one other who remained. He looked at the other man.

He looked at Ms Saunders holding her strap looking at them. He really didn’t want a dozen like he’d seen. That was too damned much.

He felt his throat close over slightly then he stepped forward. He was almost vomiting in stress, his body shaking, his heart hammering in his chest. He walked on shaky legs to the wooden horse then put his legs where the other men had.

The feeling of the straps around his ankles was remarkably comforting, he didn’t mind that at all. It felt strangely almost erotic with the leather circling his bare leg, pulled tight to the frame. With this hands strapped firmly in the middle of his back and connected to the collar it was an odd feeling.

Unlike the other prisoners he wasn’t pushed down and strapped to the horse before his pants and briefs were pulled down. The guard noticed something he was desperate to not be seen.

The thoughts of covering up his excitement were cut short when his tracksuit then briefs were pulled down exposing him to the cool air. Then he heard it, the guard was sniggering, “Ms Saunders, I think this one is looking forward to it.”

To his shame he knew exactly what she was looking at. He had an erection, and standing like he was, it was plain for all to see. Dammit all to hell, it was embarrassing and it only got worse when Ms Saunders walked over then had a look.

“Not bad,” she said, “we get a few in here who don’t mind a touch of the leather. Seems to set them off nicely.” To make matters worse she rubbed her strap on his bottom, the touch of the leather cold against this butt but again oddly erotic. It only served to make his cock harder. “Lay down and I’ll do my best to make it memorable.”

He bent at the waist then the strap was pulled over his back and buckled, pulling him down to the leather top of the horse, his face full of the leather and its strong scent.

He hadn’t realized it before, but the stap over his back pulled the steel rod between his collar and wrists down against his body. Previously he could move his hands just a little up and down, now they were trapped and held tight. Movement was impossible.

He looked forward along the top of the whipping horse, his chin sitting on the leather covered top. Then he saw it and noticed it for the first time. There was a mirror in front of him. That really didn’t help at all.

He watched as Ms Saunders walked behind and to one side of him. He saw her extend her arm with the strap in it then he felt it touch his bottom. It tapped one cheek, the near cheek to Ms Saunders. The sight of her with the strap in her hand didn’t make him go down at all, worse, it seemed to make him harder and more excited if anything.

Then it happened. Ms Saunders put the strap far behind herself and with bent legs she wound up. He felt his butt tingling in anticipation, his legs shaking slightly.

He could hardly watch, it was deeply terrifying, then he felt the instant sting and the gunshot crack both at the same time. Unlike the other prisoners, he didn’t scream or shout out loud. He gave a gasp, the pain was certainly extraordinary, but it wasn’t that bad. The sting morphed into red hot heat over a few seconds, then it penetrated deeper and deeper into him making him gasp and pant. He rotated his hips, he tried to put his hands down to massage his bum cheeks but he couldn’t move them at all. He tried to lift up but he was strapped down tight.

Then he felt it. The strap was on his bottom again. Then the tap. Then seconds later the crack brought a renewed deep sting and again the heat built and built. Unlike last time he didn’t even gasp, he just moaned, he sighed, then he panted again as he felt the sting morph into something else, something new.

As he lay strapped down, trying to move against the straps, feeling the sting increase and the fire in his rear building and building, he felt something strange morph into him. He moaned again as he felt it deep inside him. He felt as if what he was experiencing was necessary, was what he needed. He moaned again, louder. This was strange.

Then the crack and the sting surprised him. He’d been so intent on how he was feeling and what he was thinking that time had fled. He hardly gasped, though his whole bottom was now one large red hot band of sting and the heat was getting deep into him.

That was three. He knew that as he moved against the straps and felt himself floating.

He lay strapped down, waiting for the next stroke but it didn’t come. Instead Ms Saunders was now in front of him, bending down, looking into his eyes. She was remarkably attractive was his first thought, and scary was his second.

She lifted the strap she was holding till it was beside his face, “You need this, you know you do,” she said quietly. Her other hand stroked his face gently.

Against his will he looked down and saw the bulge in her blouse, the large breasts heaving in the exertion she’d put in.

“Want to make it a dozen? Nice and hard? You can really feel them. I can gag you if you like, it adds to the whole thing to be gagged when you take a strapping that you really want and need.”

He honestly thought about it. It would be something to boast about, voluntarily taking an extra six of that wicked strap from Ms Saunders, but his arse was hurting like hell and dammit all, the heat was doing something strange. He could feel his cock hardening up again. Just having that woman in his face, looking at her and smelling her scent was doing his head in.

“I can’t Ms Saunders, it hurts so much, I’ve never had this before.” He almost sobbed at the end.

She stroked his face as she looked into his eyes, “Never mind. We can try again another day. Three to go.” Then the whispered so only he could hear, “Hard or soft? Ask for them hard and you’ll get a special reward.”

He thought about it for a moment. A reward? A special reward? She was extraordinarily sexy in an amazingly scary way. “Hard please Ms,” just came out of his mouth.

Ms Saunders stood then returned to be behind and to one side of him. “I’ll make these extra hard, just what you need,” she said loudly, and then he felt the strap on his butt cheek as she measured up.

The crack when it came made him thrash around in the straps, move his hips from side to side, made him shout out “OHH,” then as the sting morphed into a deep penetrating head, an “AHH ahhh,” that faded gradually into a panting moan.

His hips were shaking from side to side, then he felt the strap on his butt again.

“Push back naughty boy,” Ms Saunders said, “push back, invite my strap, ask me for it. Make your butt invite the leather.”

Against his will he shook his hips from side to side then pushing as hard as he could, he did what Ms Saunders told him. He was pushing against the straps as hard as he could, feeling the leather of the restraining straps bite into him, then he felt the Ms Saunder’s strap, felt it withdrawn. Just a few seconds later there was that same loud crack and sting. This time he gasped and shook, the pain and heat merged into one deep feeling that he wanted this. That and the strange feeling deep down that was getting stronger, something inside him was inviting it, needed it.

His hips shook but butt from side to side, then again, against his will he pushed his butt back out to Ms Saunders. He invited the leather.

She took advantage of it. Without tapping his butt, she wound up and gave him the mightiest stroke yet, the hardest of any she’d given and this time it brought a “YAHH,” from his lungs. Over a few seconds, this changed to a deeper “Ooohhh,” as it sank into him.

The sting, the experience, the straps binding him down engulfed him. He was sent, spent, in another space, the flaming heat in his butt sending him into a new place.

He found himself moving against the straps and at that moment he felt it. His cock had been dribbling pre-cum on the leather of the horse and now moving from side to side he found he had a boner that was approaching bursting point. That would be the living end so he lay as still as he could and hoped like hell they unstrapped him and soon. He also prayed his boner went down before then but the way it was feeling, that wasn’t going to happen.

The straps from his ankles were released then the one across his back. Two officers lifted him up but the problem remained. His cock was rock hard and pointing straight up. His eyes went down in horror and there it was also, a wet patch on the leather of the horse.

Ms Saunders walked forward with her strap in her hand swinging happily beside her leg. “Well, well, well,” she said as she smiled, looking at him. “Maybe we should have made it a dozen. The effect was not what it should have been. Never mind, next time.”

She looked down at the wet spot on the horse, then at his face. Then she looked at his cock then she looked into his eyes again and gave him a lightning quick wink and a slight smile.

Shuffling his feet with the tracksuit pants and briefs round his ankles he joined the others standing watching the proceedings. He noticed his was the only erection also and that just made his face go beetroot red.

The last man had to be told to ‘present to the horse else it’s a nice hard dozen for insubordination’ from Ms Saunders. Everyone knew she meant it so he walked forward then was reluctantly strapped down and had his butt bared for the strap.

His strapping was a repeat of all the others, maybe a little quicker, but the effect was exactly the same. Ms Saunders measured up then she powered the strap around and across the waiting bottom. The red band appeared instantly, his strident shout of pain filled the room, then it was repeated time and again a few seconds apart. The red band in the middle was joined with one above, then one below. Then a few seconds later the band in the middle was made far deeper by the second stroke on top and his shout confirmed it hurt. Then the bands of red above and below were also painted in and now his butt was fire engine red and Ms Saunders had a happy look on her face, her eyes gleaming.

When the six of them were lined up, all of them with throbbing butts and their privates exposed with their trousers and briefs round their ankles Ms Saunders walked to and fro in front of them, looking at each of them in turn. She ran the strap through her hands continually as she looked at them. She felt the leather and she bent it this way and that. Clearly she enjoyed her work.

“So. That is your welcome strapping. If you get a single black mark, a single complaint, a single instance of rudeness or insolence you might as well present yourself to me because you will get another six. Each time you will get another six each and every time.”

She lifted the strap in the air then caught it when it came down. “That is unless I give you a dozen. I prefer a dozen. It works better, you remember better and I can really get to the seat of the problem.”  She smiled as she said that,

She moved in front of the gagged man who’d had a dozen and still looked broken and in pain, his hips not stopped moving slightly the whole time.

She tapped his chest with the strap. “If you resist then it is an automatic dozen and you can see how well the gag works.” She tapped him on the chest again, “Guards, take them to their rooms and settle them in for the night. Prisoners, there is another rule you don’t know yet. The guards will help you with that.”

One by one the guards lifted their briefs and trousers. In his case when the guard bent she was at eye level with his still aching erection. “Ms Saunders, this one still has a problem.” Then when his briefs and trousers were in place, he felt better. Dammit, why was his cock so hard, but he thought the knew. While his ass was throbbing from the strapping, the heat went right through him to the other side and it was making him as randy as hell. As soon as they freed his hands, he was for sure giving himself a hand job.

Ms Saunders was watching him. She only nodded.

“Follow,” said a guard who left through a door in the rear of the room. No way were they going to disobey or cause any trouble with their flaming butts reminding them of the penalty.

They trooped along and followed her, through another sliding steel bar door then they were in a long corridor with cells on either side, in the cell block proper. After their welcome and seeing the results of any kind of resistance, none of them was going to do anything to bring attention and the guaranteed strapping that would result.

“You five, stand and watch,” said one guard. She opened a cell door then led the gagged prisoner inside. The cell was pretty much the same as all the others he’d been in, a bed, a small toilet area, a desk and a single book on the desk. Probably a diary or the bible Harry thought.

The guard unstrapped the prisoner’s collar then let the steel rod fall down toward his bottom, the strap through the end open and hanging down. “Lay down on your face on the bed,” she said.

The prisoner did as told and shuffled a little till his head was on the pillow and his body in the middle of the bed.

The guard bent, “Legs back, back behind you by your butt,” she said brusquely. The prisoner complied then the guard took the strap that had been around his neck and moving the bar she brought the strap at the end round so she could wrap both his ankles in what had been the collar.

“There,” she said. “On a punishment night we hogtie you if you get extra.” The guard took a chain down from the wall and clipped it onto the bar between his wrists and ankles. She shortened it at the other end till he had zero freedom. He was on his face, hogtied and chained in the middle of the bed.

Then she added, “We also hogtie you if we feel like it, for fun, and for our pleasure. Same for the gag.” She looked at them looking at the man on the bed unable to move. “We’ll take you out at seven am. Have a good night,” then they all trooped out of the room.

The next cell was Harry’s he found as the guard took him inside. “You just got a welcoming. You can sleep on your front or back. You choose.”

“On my back please ma’am,” he said.

With that the strap around his neck was released as was the one round his wrists. The guard walked in front and again the strap was around his neck, the bar now going from the front of the collar at his neck down to his waist. The guard lifted his wrists and the strap was wrapped around them and tightened. He was again bound tightly, this time with his hands held just above his waist.

A push on his chest sent sent him back to his bed. He sat then lay down. The guard looked down at him, “You just got a welcome. No hogtie but you stay in restraints for the night. Sweet dreams,” and she even added a wink.

When the door closed he lay on his back. This wasn’t the best position he realized. His bright red flaming strapped butt was against the bed and stinging but again and almost worse, his boner as back with a vengeance. No way could he get his hands near it, and he tried. If he moved his hands at all the bar to the collar stopped anything more than an inch or two of movement.

As he lay he thought about the day so far. It had not been his best. The way the other guy had been treated for complaining and resisting was a harsh lesson. Being in a hogtie like that, unable to even roll from side to side and with a ball gag in his mouth was something that he was thinking about more than he should. It just went round in his mind and added to the heat in his butt and his aching cock from the strapping.

Lights out happened a little later and there was dead silence in the prison. He’d been in places where the noise increased up to be almost deafening at lights out. Not here. He guessed that Ms Saunders and her strap would see to that. He wondered how they would find out who was making all the noise? What was the punishment for that. He guessed the gag would be used and probably the hogtie after a strapping. Then he had a worrying thought, would one or two of them making a noise get them ALL a strapping, a gag and hogtie? He had a feeling that Ms Saunders would do exactly that.

He tried to sleep. The trauma of the last few hours went round and round in his mind, but eventually he drifted off.

The Strapubus and the Special Reward

Some time during the night a sound woke him. He looked around in the dim light and then saw he wasn’t alone in the cell, and the smell confirmed it. Perfume.

He heard movement, clothes moving, then a face was beside his in the darkness. “Want your special reward?” and now he knew. It was Ms Saunders. With that thought his boner was starting to wake again.

“Ms Saunders, what reward?” he asked and hoping like hell it was what he was thinking Ms Saunders wanted.

The question was answered when he felt her hand on the front of his tracksuit pants. It moved over the fabric and it rubbed his erection shifting it into a rock hard tumescence. “Guess,” she said, “but I get to come first.” With that the erotic stroking stopped and the hand was on the side of his face. “Quickly now,  yes or no else I’ll try next door.”

That was the last thing he wanted. “Yes please Ms Saunders. Oh God yes please.”

With that Ms Saunders stood then seconds later his tracksuit pants were off, as were his briefs and now his erection was pointing straight up. “One small thing,” she said which he took to mean the condom was going on. But she surprised him.

Instead he felt her grab his ankles then something was wrapped round them and buckled tightly. He tried to move his legs but couldn’t as he was tightly bound. Then the same thing happened to his knees. Suddenly he couldn’t move his legs at all. “One more,” she said as she leaned over him, her chest near his face, the clothed breasts looming nicely. “Lift up a little,” she said.

He lifted as best he could which was enough, as she quickly pushed something under him. Then she lifted the ends and he knew what it was. She’d run a belt, a strap, under his body and pulling the ends she buckled it over his chest. Now the steel bar linking his wrists to his collar was strapped down. He tried, but he couldn’t lift his hands at all now. They were pressed against his front, unable to move.

Then she moved back and he heard her stripping off, her form only slightly visible in the near darkness.  But it was enough to see she was absolutely as desirable as he’d thought.

A few seconds later she mounted him but not in the way he expected. She was squatting over his face, her naked pussy right over his mouth. A few hip movements, a few shuffles then she settled down after saying, “Lick me good.”

He lay transfixed. His wrists bound, his ankles and knees bound and this woman squatting on his face was a lot to absorb, the surprise of it was making him feel unable to cope.

Then he felt her moving her hips rubbing her pussy over his mouth and nose, and seconds later she gripped his cock. “Ahh,” he said for a moment then the pussy pushed down silencing him. The warm moist pussy engulfed him, her scent filling his nostrils.

Against his will he opened his mouth. The feeling of her stroking his cock was enough to make him do anything, even this. He extended his tongue and ran it up and down her pussy, running it from side to side to side then up and down again. Ms Saunders moved slightly, angled herself where she wanted then he understood. He opened his mouth as wide as he could then pushed his tongue out and found the tight little spot he knew she wanted worked. He pushed his tongue into her then she gasped. He ran his tongue around and around. He pulled it out then pushed it up and in and rimmed her vagina.

This had an effect. She surged against him, she gasped, she shook all over. It didn’t take long at all till she let out a low moan and shook all over, her hips moving like she was being electrocuted, jumping and surging rhythmically.

She’d come. She quietened her frantic movements then she just moved her hips up and down along his face so he could lick her all over, slowly. Against his will he was now enjoying this. Warm wet woman pussy had never been on his radar for giving oral, but now the effect had him going. It felt infinitely erotic to bring her off, to tongue her secret place and bring her pleasure.

After a few minutes of that she got off his face then lay down beside him. “Not bad,” she said as she wrapped an arm around his chest then put a leg up and over his hips, pushing down on his cock. It felt brilliant to have the warm woman against him, and electric to have that piece of thigh against his rock hard boner. If he could move, just a little, he knew he’d blast off a load all over the both of them.

“My girlfriends call me the ‘strapubus’ because I love giving a strapping, and I love having my men bound with leather straps. It’s just so nice to be able to mount them and use them for my own needs. How was it for you? The strapping and this?”

His cock was hurting. Pressed against the soft woman’s leg it felt so damn good but he wanted to be inside her, desperately. “Ms Saunders it hurt like hell but for some reason I got a boner. You saw it. I have no idea why. This is fantastic. I want you.” That was all he could get out of his mouth. He’d never been one to chat up the ladies, and now with her against him it was even more impossible to string two sentences together.

She ran her hand over his face. Then she leaned up a little and moved till her breasts were in his face. She moved her shoulders from side to side so the nipples alternated to tap his mouth and the large woman scented globes moved all over his face. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever had in his life.

“Good. I’ll mount you and fuck you senseless but I have a strict rule here in the prison. You get a dozen of my belt. Nice and hard. On top of the strapping it will hurt but it’s not as bad as my prison strap.” She moved her breasts all over his face, taking her time, rubbing herself against him. “Want me?”

He didn’t want a belt strapping but he desperately wanted a fuck. “Yes please Ms Saunders,” just came out of his mouth. Another strapping was not what he wanted but the taste of pussy, the smell of the woman and her private places were all driving him nearly mad with desire.

She got off the bed then went to the pile of the clothes on the floor. He watched as she pulled the wide belt out then folded it in half. She moved back to the bed. “Roll over,” she said, then she added, “I brought a gag. Want that? It adds to the whole experience. I’ll fuck you with it in if you want?”

He thought about it. Watching that other guy get his strapping with the gag in had been arousing in a disturbing way. Now the offer was feeling the same but also attractive. Why not? “Yes please Ms Saunders,” he said before he could regret it. The strapping from the belt would be bad enough. This was heading into full on kink so he might as well embrace it.

Seconds later he felt her pressing something into his mouth. He opened and suddenly it was full of something solid yet rubbery. He ran his tongue around it as much as he could. It took little time to realize it was a ball gag, and in that time she pulled the strap behind his head and it was buckled. He tried to spit it out, he tried pushing on it, he moved his head but nothing made any difference.

He was experimenting with the ball gag, feeling it, when heat blazed on his butt cheeks and a loud crack broke the silence of the darkened cell.

This time the strapping was far more mild than what he’d had from Mister Best Behavior, but it was still challenging. The belt didn’t land anywhere near as hard but the sting was similarly infernal. On top of the prison strapping, it made him rear up, open his mouth around the ball gag and grunt loudly.

Ms Saunders powered six down hard and fast. He was grunting, moving back and forward on the bed, shaking all over as the belt lashed him.

“That’s six,” she said into his ear. “All the other men on the cell block can hear it. Some of them have had it, some want it, and some dread it. How’s it for you?”

He lay as the heat from the belt strapping worked into him. Half way. Dammit, another six to go. But that was not the worst of it. His boner was raging now, pushed into the bed like this and with the friction from his movement he thought he’d come if he wasn’t careful. That was the last thing he wanted. He wanted to be inside that woman, her tits in his face as he blasted his load.

He nodded as best he could then he squirmed slightly. It wasn’t easy, far from that, but he managed to pull his knees down a little and do a half kneel so his hips were off the bed a few inches. At least he wasn’t rubbing against the damn bed now.

“Good,” said Ms Saunders. “Push it out for my belt. My belt loves to kiss bared naughty boys butts.”

And so it did. Ms Saunders powered down another six of the best, clearly delivering them as hard as she could. With the gag in his mouth he couldn’t make any noise so he heard her grunt slightly in the effort she put in. It sounded a little like a tennis player grunting during a serve when they put in all their energy. And so it was with the belt. Each stroke made a super loud crack he heard echo out through his door and into the cell block. None of the other prisoners would not have heard it and he was sure they’d all know.

When it was over he was shaking all over, his hips rolling and quivering from the strapping and he was covered in sweat. She’d nearly damn exhausted him.

Collapsing back down on the bed his boner was at half mast or less. He was getting his breath, regaining his composure as she rolled him over in bed. He looked up at her, at her huge hanging breasts and the small thatch between her legs and slowly his boner returned.

Ms Saunders sat on the bed beside him then she wrapped her hand round his boner. “Time to put you to work,” she said as she wanked him slowly and gently. She moved her hand up and down a few times and now he was rock solid again.

This time when she took her hand off he saw her tear open a condom and quickly it was pulled over him. “Extra thick and ribbed,” she said with a slight laugh. “Too thin and you pop off too quickly and that will never do. Nice and thick will slow you down a little.”

With that she mounted him, quickly. A hand gripped his cock, it was pointed straight up then she straddled and sank down on it, taking his full length in one hard downward thrust.

It was lucky he was gagged. He would have shouted out with the sudden flaring of the welts on his butt from her weight on his hips. Then he would have shouted again from the feeling of being inside her, right up to the hilt, his now hot cock throbbing in the rubber condom, deep inside the woman.

He convulsed. His hands tried hard to reach out and grip her round the waist so he could lift up and fuck her. That or reach up and cup her breasts, that would have been good too. But he couldn’t do either. His hands were strapped together, connected to the bar up to the strap around his neck.

Instead she fucked him and she did it for her pleasure. She rocked from side to side for a moment, chewing on his cock, her vaginal muscled gripping him tightly as she rocked. “Yes,” she said slowly.

Then she leaned forward, her huge breasts up near his face as she lay down and pressed herself down on him, his cock trapped inside her as she leaned down. Then she rubbed herself against him.

He knew what that was, her clit was standing up and she wanted to rub it against him, so he obliged as much as he could. That had an effect, “Ohhh yes,” she said then she lifted up for a moment then fell back down again, rubbing his cock nicely with the fuck even though the thick condom deadened the feeling slightly.

Slowly she fucked him, up then down, up then down, then she leaned forward and rubbed her clit against him for a moment.  Then she rotated her hips to chew on his length. Then she repeated it. Time and again she repeated it. Watching her take her time, building in intensity as her breasts swayed from side to side and with his red hot raging butt, this was the most erotic time of his life.

Neither of them could last long. She gasped a high pitched almost-shriek as she quivered, her whole body convulsing on the end of his cock, her vagina clamping with surprising strength on him as she moved. That sent him over the edge. He pushed against her with all his might, his hips spearing himself up and into her, his cock seeking every bit of friction it could get. As he shook and convulsed against her, the gag in his mouth silenced most of his gasps and what did get past the ball gag sounded distinctly like an animal. And it was. He was so deep into the orgasm all he felt was his cock and the red hot butt flaming making him come harder and harder. Even the straps around his wrists and legs added to the power of the orgasm making his hips push up even harder.

After an eternity he came down from the orgasm, he lay still and looked at the woman on top of his. She was quite still now, her eyes closed and she was holding herself up off his chest with her arms. Her hips were still pushed down on him and his completely spent cock, milked of all his desire was deflating as her vagina gripped it.

Then she lay down on top of him, her face beside his as she relaxed fully. “Oh yes, that was good,” she said as she lay there pressed against him. He thought it was pretty damned good also, almost good enough to take another prison strapping but his ass was still red raw.

Then he wondered if this was going to happen again and only happened after a strapping?

With a momentary flash of jealousy he realized he would not be alone in what happened. He had a feeling Ms Saunders liked using her strap far too much and that got her going, needy. After lights out she needed to finish off so a prisoner with red hot buns was a good choice.

The First Day

The next morning he woke in bed, unable to move his hands and his butt was throbbing. Not only that, his cock was almost rock hard and pointing up like a compass needle. Trying to move his legs he remembered Ms Saunders had strapped them together and the gag in his mouth made him remember everything. That made his cock even harder.

He was debating weather or not he should roll over and rub his hips to orgasm when his door was opened. He looked up to see the guard almost laughing, “No need to ask what you’ve been up to. Was it good?” He saw she was looking at his midsection, his cock tenting his tracksuit pants up.

All he could do was nod.

This was going to be an interesting time in Rat Creek Reformatory with the strapubus.

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01 A Naked Slave Kneels Waiting

A Naked Slave Kneels Waiting

She knows a naked man kneels in the dungeon, waiting to call her ‘Mistress’. She smiles at the thought. What an ideal way to start the working day.

The sky high stilettos putting her height at nearly six and a half feet make a deliciously loud clacking sound echoing beautifully down the corridor as she walks to the main dungeon. Getting heels to make a sound like that is not by chance. Nothing is by chance here. She manages it all, she is Mistress. The Mistress.

Her long legs in form fitting leather trousers, the wide belt, the leather bra above the strappy corset then a spike collar complete the ensemble perfectly. Her razor sharp and severe makeup adds to the effect, making it a certainty for who and what she is.

There is absolutely no ambiguity. She is a dominatrix. She is ‘Mistress’ to all in the dungeon.

Mistress Tish

As she walks, her slight smile is subdued, barely hinting at her pleasure. This has become something she likes, the certainty of the dungeon. It promises, she delivers. There is honesty without ambiguity or false promises in the dungeon.

Mother Daughter Discipline for Slave Darryl

This client likes the strict leather mistress look with all the trimmings. He likes all the major fetishes happening, but it is the corporal that he comes for. Does he need or want corporal? Does it matter? He comes for heavy corporal punishment which the cane she carries swishing through the air suggests. That and his love of a good looking woman dressed in leather fetish which she dresses for. She enjoys the theater of it all.

Oh, and he comes for Angel. He certainly comes for Angel the full service submissive, and in every way too.

Taking her time, stepping forcefully, she knows the echoes of her footsteps will be ramping up his anticipation. He knows how she sounds in heels. He knows she is approaching. Why have a concrete corridor but for the echoes?

She puts her hand firmly on the door handle and keeps it there for a trio of seconds, making it rattle just once. Then she rattles it again, taking all the time in the world. She turns it slowly.

She owns time. How could Mistress not own time?

Anticipation for slave is everything as after all, a great session works the head space and anticipation is key to that. She controls everything the slave experiences, and her control of time is central.

On entering the dungeon she finds the naked and recently showered slave kneeling on the floor with the backs of his hands on his knees. Just as he should. He is subservient. His head is down. His hair is still a little damp from the shower he’s just taken. He knows his place in the dungeon.

This is how he’s been taught he must present himself for Mistress.

Sometimes she marvels at just how she’s come to be a dominatrix. It is a huge leap from her early life. She feels the smile at that thought then subdues it. She should not smile without good reason, other than for the obvious, the smile of Mistress disciplining her slave. A smile must be earned. For slave to earn that smile, there is a price to be paid.

She is now always The Mistress. At first it had only been when she was in the dungeon working that her personality flared up into this dimension, into this dominatrix persona. She went from geeky physics and mathematics student to dominatrix Mistress by crossing the threshold.

That was a revelation to her. Just being in the dungeon changed her personality, like flicking a switch.

Then it had been as soon as she put on her working clothes that she felt the change occur. The association between her fetish outfits and her role becoming so strong it was irresistible. Quickly fetish became normal and what was once ‘out there’ became her working clothes.

Now, after a few years in the dungeon and countless sessions, it’s morphed into a personality trait she mostly keeps under control. It has become a side of her that only occasionally peeks out unless she is at work.

She’s thought about it at times and she knows what it is.

She’s reasoned, you can only play act at being something for so long before you became it. If there was a little predilection toward it in the first place then so much the better, and so much more predictable and irresistible the change in personality. It has become one of her more surprising pleasures to become the dominatrix in public when it’s required.

A server forgetting her order? Well, the sharp look with the quiet almost whispered commands demanding respect and attention does the trick. They never ever forget again, and when she revisits some weeks or months later, they remember her. Especially the men.

She’s mastered the soul piercing stare giving infinite reproach, the whole visage screaming dominatrix coming to bear on the luckless incompetent. And they know. There is something in most people that understands what dominance is, what a dominatrix demands even when she’s not in the dungeon.

Telemarketers are now an undiluted pleasure. When they call SatisfactionX where she works they get put through to her, the reception staff knowing the pleasure they bring. She has so much fun with them. As soon as they ask her name, and she volunteers one if they don’t, she tells them Mistress Tish. She tells them what she is; “I am a dominatrix.” Then she tells them what she is wearing and what she does. Few can continue a call after that, their script and mental processes hopelessly derailed. For those who can, the mention of some corporal and then pegging play with her strap on and maybe getting Angel involved scares the remainder off.

She has it in her mind that one day she’ll win a client from one of these phone calls, but they are usually from another country. But it doesn’t stop her from trying. And smiling. A girl has to get he pleasure from wherever she can.

But being a dominatrix has rewards all its own. And also its pitfalls.

What Makes a Great Dominatrix?

She’s wondered at this at times. She knows she is intelligent, her PhD tells her that, and she enjoys her work here in the dungeon. Those are big pluses in any profession, not just in the dungeon.

She knows any fool can get dressed in fetish, put someone into bondage and give them a whipping. She’s seen that with apprentices coming and going, lasting only a week or two before they realize it’s not for them. It takes some modicum of talent and aptitude to keep clients coming back for more.

Focus and concentration are her greatest assets. She listens to her clients with her ears, certainly, but she uses all her senses to understand their need. She must know their desires, and sound gives only so much away. She must know their fears as well as their desired and most importantly, how they are to be catered for.

For a client afraid of being caned, does she need to avoid that or is the fear part of the deal? Does he need to be strapped down onto the caning bench, teased, then given mild strokes to make his emotions surge? Or is that a session breaker? Will Angel working her magic on that same client require the client to be caned hard to slow down the inevitable cathartic release? Then the most difficult question of all, does the client know what he or she wants? How can they know without some experience?

No, this is not a job for any fool off the street. It takes keen observation, empathy, and an understanding of human  nature.

She knows she isn’t psychic but she tries very hard to be exactly that. She watches a client’s reaction, noting the way they move, their cries, the way their eyes move and react, the way their body stiffens and which parts stiffen. She looks for every nuance and builds them into the session, adjusting to suit. If they are gagged it is a particular challenge but her study of them, her close connection to them is indispensable. When the whip strikes, how do they move? Those are telling moments she must not miss.

She knows every slave, every client, is different and they all have their quirks. My goodness, do they ever. Sometimes she smiles when she thinks of Robyn and her peculiar reaction in bondage when she’s disciplined. How one woman can scream such abuse at an employer without repeating herself is a mystery. Then again, Robyn is clearly suffering in her life and only the heavy corporal, bondage and the expert ministrations of Angel make her life bearable.

Later, days and weeks and months later, she knows her clients will relive all the special moments in the dungeon over and over, always thinking about Mistress. She is under no illusion, she knows how they will be using those memories.

Sometimes in the night when she is alone in bed, lonely, she thinks of Angel and Robyn, then her own special memories and thoughts intrude. She’s been strictly hetero to this time in her life but she could maybe change for either of them. That repeated thought when it comes in her loneliness lingers till she finds relief from her mechanical friends.

Angel has a raw unabashed sexuality that exudes from every pore of her body. She knows how to bring pleasure to any man or woman, but more importantly, she knows how to prolong it. She knows how to make it linger and last so the recipient is both drained and shaken from the experience, left limp and gasping. She could do with a little of that shaken and released feelings at times. And gasping. A little gasping would go a long way as it’s been a while since she had a good gasp.

Then Robyn. What a partner she’d make. Volatile, intelligent, witty and with all the looks and curves in the right places. Life would not be dull with Robyn. She thinks of herself on an outing with Robyn, both in fetish, and how they’d turn heads. Maybe she could put a collar on Robyn, and a gag, then take her to a fetish party on the end of a leash, her hands cuffed, then occasionally she’d reveal something of Robyn’s. She’d reach around and pop a breast out, then the other, then remove a skirt, till Robyn was on display. That thought always brings a smile. Or substitute Angel for Robyn and let the games begin.

So what makes a great dominatrix? In the end it is empathy, a connection to her clients. She can put herself in her client’s place, she can get into their head spaces and really push them into where they need to go.

After all, she has her own sessions and Mistress Magenta does exactly that to herself.

But she is working now. Focus!

Darryl Needs Attention

While she’s been thinking of herself and her own needs, save Darryl kneels submissively and correctly at her feet. Naked. Head down. The backs of his hands on knees. Just so.

Standing in front of him then using the cane she lifts his head up till he is looking at her.

She sees the deep appreciation as his eyes roam over her leather clad legs then up her body, slowly savoring the closeness to his fetish, his dream come true. She sees the adoration and the nervousness which are the norm for a slave; he had most likely been thinking of this moment for days. And now it is happening. Now it is his world. When his eyes find hers, she sees the instant of surprise turn and bloom into fear, just as they should, just as she causes.

She gives him the slightest of smiles, a slightly feral smile, just enough to increase his fear, then she drops the smile. The red contact lenses she wears seldom fail to produce that reaction in a client. They may expect it in subsequent sessions, however the expectation and the reality don’t mitigate against surprise then fear. It is something that gets into the slave, gets into their soul and pushes them deeper into the session. The unexpected is always powerful.

Putting the cane down on the bondage bench, after giving it’s leather top a crisp stroke that echoes round the room, she takes a wide leather collar from the wall of equipment. Holding it between her hands so he can see it, stroking the leather, then moving behind him, she straps it round his neck. Firmly. Not a word need be spoken, not a word is needed. The whole time his eyes in the mirror never leave her leather clad form for an instant as she arranges the collar, moves it, has her hands on it as she adjusts it so it sits just right.

She put a finger through the ring at the front. She jerked it from side to side for a moment. She made him aware of it, letting him feel her arm reaching round in front to jerk the collar, to know that Mistress controls him. Her scent will be strong in his nostrils, along with the leather, adding another dimension to his senses lighting off and enveloping him.

She returned to the wall then turned the handle on the suspension winch, lowering the bar till it is just above his kneeling head.

Taking up a pair of wide thick leather cuffs she strapped them firmly onto his wrists. Using clips, she attached the D rings on the cuffs onto the ends of the suspension bar.

Slave Darryl is now bound and at her mercy.

Taking her time, adjusting the cuffs the same as she’s done with the collar, she runs her hands over the cuffs and adjusts them till they are tight. It is all part of the process, the inspection, the adjustment, the movement and the touching. She can put on a collar or wrist cuff in a few seconds, any idiot can do that. It takes skill to string it out, to make it an art form in itself, to increase the tension, to increase the anticipation and without doubt to feed the fetish of the slave.

Wasting time in the dungeon is a an unprofessional sin, she feels. Her clients pay her handsomely for the privilege of being in her presence. She makes sure she uses the time productively, engaging their fetishes, their senses, making the experience complete. That’s the secret to building up the large stable of clients she has.

She works every moment in the dungeon into the session to make sure it fits together so the client takes each of those moments and makes them their own. She owns time, she gives time to the slave.

She cranks the winch to pull him upright till he’s standing tall, just short of having to stand on tip-toe with the floor to ceiling mirror in front of him. This is the moment when he becomes fully exposed and opened to her. For the new slave, this is the most challenging moment.

Now Darryl knows Mistress can do as she pleases. Now his head is working overtime. Kneeling he had been ‘coiled up’ hunched over on the floor and almost hiding in the dungeon. Strung up by the winch and exposed he is open and available for whatever she wants to do. Now his submission to the Strict Leather Mistress has become very real.

She moves in front of him with her hands on her hips showing disapproval, her face showing no hint of a smile or softness. She inspects his body from his toes up to his eyes taking her time and owning the moment.

Locking his eyes with hers, she puffs her lips up and shakes her head slightly, slowly, from side to side. she shows disdain, she shows disapproval, she shows slave he is due for punishment.

Silence like this is definitely a head-space thing. Slave will be worrying what Mistress is thinking, what she is going to do. Silence increases the tension significantly.

Walking with her head held high, she takes three bondage belts from the equipment on the wall. Moving in front of him she runs them through her hands, fondling the leather. She puts two over her shoulder. Standing in front of him, belts over a shoulder, and a belt in her hands, running it through her hands it is all theater.

After showing him her appreciation for the belt, she bends and wraps the third round his legs just above his knees then buckles it firmly. She tugs on the free end of the strap making sure it is tight, then runs the end through the keeper to keep it tidy, all the while pushing and pulling him slightly by it.

Standing, she takes a belt off her shoulder then runs it through her hands as she looks at him suggestively. Belt. Mistress. Thrashing. Bondage. Those are the only words going round in his mind.

Standing straight legged so he gets a perfect view of her leather covered rear, she bends then wraps the belt round his legs just below his knees and tugs on it firmly so he knows it’s there, knows she is strapping him up tight. He is in tight bondage.

She stands again. She takes the last belt off her shoulder then folds it over, taking her time as she knows he’s watching and mesmerized by the sight of her with the belt. Gripping it by the buckle and free end she wraps it round her hand shortening it to a manageable length. She runs it down over his forehead, down his nose, over his lips and neck then onto his chest. She pulls it back then raps him firmly on the chest with it, once, twice, a third time then she runs it down his chest and over his slowly inflating penis. She looks down at it, small but building, then she runs the belt along its length and finally taps the head with it. Gently. Just a tap to let him know what was coming.

Straight legged again, she bent right over knowing he can’t resist looking at her leather clad back and bum, the leather pants tight now and revealing every inch of her form through the tight leather. He knows she knows what he is doing, and he knows he will be punished for it. That is what Mistress does. She punishes.

She wrapped this last belt round his ankles and in the same way completed his belt bondage.

Taking her time she slowly stood in front of him, again with her hands on her hips, she looked at his feet then ran her gaze slowly, taking her time, moving her eyes over the full length of his body up to his face. She shook her head slowly, using the time, owning the time, owning him.

“You need to be thrashed soundly,” she said quietly, the first words she’d spoken to him. Then making her voice hiss with disapproval and intended malice. In a whisper she added, “You shall be thrashed soundly.”

Getting Darryl Ready For Punishment

Walking to the wall of equipment, her back hiding what she was selecting, his gaze is no doubt fixed on her rear. She lifts and touches a few items, lifts them so he will hear the implements moving. If he watches her closely and she is sure he will, then he will see something in her hand and his imagination will run riot.

Anticipation is everything. Repeated anticipation is better.

She selects the wood handled strap from the wall and holds it in both hands as she returns to stand in front of him again. Looking in his eyes she runs the strap through her hands, showing him, promising him with a look that said it was going to be used and used hard. She runs the strap down his front to tap on his penis again, then moves it up till it is in his face. She holds it against his lips just under his nose so he will be smelling the deep rich scent of leather. And feeling it too.

The scent of the punishing leather will be infusing him. This is not his first session of course, every session he has smelt the leather and known what was to happen so now he is absolutely sure what is coming. Smelling the leather so close, touching it, it all builds the anticipation. Her goal is to engage all his senses. Totally.

Looking into his eyes, she pulls the strap back, then returns it to touch his lips again. “When I return you will be in big trouble slave,” she whispers, making him strain to hear the words. She turns then puts the strap onto the bondage bench beside the cane where he couldn’t fail to see them both.

Taking her time, standing tall and trying to look as ‘regal’ as she can, she walks out of the dungeon then slams the door hard. His penis had been at half mast, which wasn’t bad for start of session and not really doing much other than the bondage and some tease.

She hides the smile as she leaves the dungeon.

The Naughty Angel

Walking across the corridor to the staff area, she entered the key code on the pad then opened the staff room door. She crossed the room to the woman sitting on the sofa.

She was a sweetie, one of her favorites. Dressed in a school uniform, hair in a pair of high pig tails she looked like she was just out of school and on her way to the mall. She was in fact older than herself and close to thirty years old. Clever makeup and lots of skin care made her look cheer leader fresh and fabulous. The customers loved her and for double sessions like this, she was perfect.

“Christ Angel, I feel like a total bitch some days but he gets off on it something wicked, he’s half primed already. He’s in suspension and quivering. Give him a few minutes then do your stuff. I’ll give you five minutes with him then come storming in.”

Angel grinned, “Tish, you’re smoking hot. Those red contacts scared the crap out of me the first time I saw them.”

She laughed, “The optometrist wondered why I wanted them and the black ones. I told him it was for a costume party. Told the truth I suppose. One thing, make sure he doesn’t pop off. He’s wound up like a spring in there and it won’t take much.”

Angel grinned, “Don’t worry. I’ll time it so he blasts his brains out right on time. Just give me the nod and the Angel Of Passion will do her magic.”

She went back to the kitchenette and got a long glass of water, took a lemon from the fridge and cut it in half then squeezed the juice into her water. As she drank, Angel got up, gave her a nod with a huge smile, then left for the dungeon.

Darryl was in for a pleasant but frustrating five minutes.

Taking her time, letting herself relax for a while she drank and thought about how on earth she could get a job using her PhD. That felt like light years away as she sat dressed in fetish.

After her drink, she walked on tip toes as quietly as she could out of the staff room, listening carefully. She crossed the corridor then stood outside the dungeon. She put her ear to the door to listen to Angel get Darryl’s mind and libido well and truly spinning into overdrive.

‘Darryl, I’m Angel. Mistress sent me in to make sure you’re a good boy and don’t get into any trouble.‘ There was silence then she heard a deep groan. Angel had most likely spent time circling Darryl, looking round the dungeon and touching things as if it was her first time in there and made Darryl wonder what was happening. From the reaction, she guessed Angel had put her hand exactly where Darryl most wanted it. ‘Good boys don’t let their thingies get all hard and expose themselves to nice girls like me. What is Mistress going to say.‘ She heard another groan. ‘What is Mistress going to do.’

Poor Darryl was well in her grip which brought a grin to her face. This was more fun than she imagined, and every single time too.

Thinking up scenarios, going over them with Angel and setting it all up was hugely pleasing. She’d worked up dozens of different scenarios, most just for herself, and some like this one with an assistant who may be a submissive or a working girl for an extra special happy ending.

Sometimes at night when she’d worked on these she thought she would make a good screen play writer. These were scripts and she and Angel the actors for this special private theater. She’d printed them out then put them into a slip jacket folder and put dividers between each. Then, when she used one on a client, she put a note in his file and looked for improvement or change for any next time the scenario was used. This was the third time she and Angel had done this one, ‘Mistress And Daughter’ it was called, but the first time for Darryl. Maybe next time he’d be sent to the woodshed. That one was always fun.

She was a highly organized mistress and also the most in demand now. She took it as a compliment that she’d come from nothing to having a regularly fully booked shift in just a few years. It was pleasing to be in demand and even to have to turn down some clients because she was fully booked or they were pigs. When she, in person on the phone told them ‘Your behavior was completely unacceptable last time. Call back in two months if you want another session and you will bring a written description of what you did wrong, and apology, and two boxes of chocolates. Lindt.‘ Amusingly she’d never lost a client by doing this and the other staff had enjoyed the chocolates. She never ate them.

‘Darryl.’ Angel made it sound do sexy with a husky voice making all his dreams come true. ‘Mistress left the strap and the cane there. I can see them Darryl. Is Mistress going to c-a-n-e you? Is she going to s-t-r-a-p you? Really hard Darryl. Is she going to punish you Darryl? If she catches me like this Mistress might c-a-n-e ME and she might s-t-r-a-p ME. She might bend me over that bondage bench. She might use some straps to hold me in place then swish, swish, swish and crack, crack, crack, the c-a-n-e and the s-t-r-a-p will come down on my soft little bottom. Would you like that Darryl? What would you do? Would you save me Darryl? Would you save my soft little bottom from the c-a-n-e and the s-t-r-a-p Darryl, would you? I’d be ever so grateful.’

Angel was perfect for this type of session. She was cheeky, young looking and she oozed raw sex appeal in her school uniform and her perfume would be going up his nose, into his brain then throbbing in his erection in no time flat. No doubt she’d be squeezing him in just the right place to make his eyes cross and befuddle his brain.

‘Yes miss, of course miss, I’d do anything for you miss.‘ Darryl was well and truly sent. Time for the real fun to begin.

She put her hand on the door handle, silently, not moving it a fraction. Then she turned it quickly while she brought the flat of her other hand down hard on the door making a huge bang as she stormed inside. For Darryl it would have scared the daylights out of him.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” she thundered, knowing full well as it was in the script for the session.

Angel was kneeling in front of Darryl, his fully erect cock in her right hand, his balls in her left and she was bending down close to taking him in her mouth. Darryl was looking totally sent, lost and deeply in lust too by the looks.

She’d timed it perfectly to interrupt Angel and her ministrations. Then again, she was probably five minutes early if Daryl had any say in the matter. Telling Angel to not let Darryl pop off had been good advice by the looks of what was happening.

Angel squealed, “Sorry Mistress, really sorry Mistress.” She was panting, doing a brilliant job of it but not letting go of Darryl for a moment. “Darryl’s been a very naughty boy getting me all excited.” She panted some more, “Please don’t punish me Mistress.”

It was hard not to smile, seeing as Angel still had her hands full of Darryl.

An Angel In Trouble

“RIGHT,” she thundered as she picked up the wood handled strap off the bondage bench and held it between her hands. She moved the leather between her hands for a few seconds, showing it off to Darryl. She slapped a hand with it to get their attention, then she cracked it down loudly on the bench putting some effort it into.

Darryl hadn’t taken his eyes off her or the strap for an instant. “Oh no, please Mistress,” he gasped. He’d had his buns warmed by that strap before, many times, and knew exactly how it felt.

For that matter, she’d had also felt it many times when her own special needs took her to Magenta for a sub session. But that was another story.

“BEND, YOU NAUGHT GIRL.” She pointed the strap at the bondage bench only a few feet in front of Darryl.

Angel released Darryl’s naughty bits then stood shakily, “I’m sorry Mistress, you’re not going to s-t-r-a-p me are you?” She worked the word strap making sure Darryl was focusing on it, making the harshness of the word sharp and painful sounding. For Darryl it made him even more excited.

She pointed at the bench and shook the strap, she looked fierce, she put her other hand on her hip with her elbow out and waited with the strap pointing at the bench.

Angel made a performance of looking sad, upset, then fearful. She squealed a little as she bent, her chest flat on the leather of the bench, her arms pushed forward and gripping the other side.

She moved behind Angel then extended her arm with the strap and tapped Angel’s bottom over her skirt and whatever underwear she had on. She brought her arm back and in slow motion tested how the strap would fly through the air then land making a show of it. She shook her head, “NO. Not Happy Angel. Skirt up, knickers down,” she snapped waving the strap at her, making it look all very theatrical.

Angel gasped, “Oh no Mistress please, please no, not the strap on my bare bottom. It hurts far too much more on the bare.”

She brooked no dissent. Winding up she gave Angel a huge stroke of the strap over the back of her bare thighs, right in the middle of her thighs, the strap sounding gunshot sharp and painful as it echoed down the corridor outside.

Angel squealed. She jumped in the air and rubbed her thighs, the red band showing vividly, dancing from foot to foot squealing, “Eeeaggghhh, Mistress, not on my thighs Mistress, it hurts too much Mistress,” as she jumped from foot to foot and shook her legs.

Angel had a ‘too hard word’ of bananas which she seldom used. Her mercy word. Thigh strapping and red welts was all par for the course for Angel.

She almost smiled, Angel could take a strapping like that all damn afternoon, the theater of her getting the strap and dancing around was for Darryl’s benefit and, with a sly glance, she saw his ardor barometer hadn’t drooped at all. The flesh compass needle was pointing up nicely, standing tall and proud and if anything, looking a little painful in its intensity. It wouldn’t take much to make him pop off but that wasn’t going to happen for another frustrating half hour at least.

If she and Angel had any say in it, Darryl was in real danger of getting a muscle strain where a splint would make getting dressed difficult, and rubbing liniment into it would make his eyes cross.

Angel pulled her knickers down then stepped out of them. Then she bent back over the bondage bench and flicked up the short skirt she was wearing so her as yet unblemished bottom was facing into the room, the only mark on Angel the angry red band across her mid-thighs.

“Now you need a strapping my girl,” she said as she measured up and tapped the bottom in front of her with the wood handled strap, flicking it up, letting it fall, then repeating it all for Darryl’s benefit.

She wound up then brought her arm forward at speed making the strap swish slightly as it moved through the air. It wasn’t the hardest stroke she could give by any means, about half power, but the sound of leather strap on bent feminine bare bottom was a delightfully loud crack. With that crack a faint red band was instantly painted across the center of Angels bottom. She knew it would be painful but Angel was a true masochist, loving the out of body feeling and the whole sub-space thing that strict corporal gave. Bent over the leather bondage bench, in the dungeon, her face against the leather, this was something Angel would otherwise probably be paying for if didn’t work here

Angel squealed and shook her hips, her bottom going from side to side, then it jerked up and down for a moment as she lifted and raised. All the while her pussy appeared between her legs, winking at Darryl, sometimes gaping, sometimes hidden as she shook her hips and legs. For Darryl it was like a view of heaven.

She delayed only a few moments till Angel stabilized. Then she struck again, the strap landing slightly lower. Waiting a dozen seconds between each stroke, she worked the strap down, overlapping strokes and taking her time. Angel danced and squirmed giving Darryl a wonderfully erotic show for his money as the loud cracks of the strap barked and the red band on her bottom grew wider and turned a deeper shade of red.

After only a half dozen strokes the strap cracked across the tops of her thighs and Angel screamed, “Oh Mistress, oh Mistress, not my thighs, I’m so sorry. I won’t do it again. Please go easy Mistress, you’ve s-t-r-a-p-p-e-d me so hard. I won’t be able to sit for days.”

Darryl picked up on that cue just as he should have, “Mistress Tish, it was all my fault. Please spare Angel, please give her strokes to me.”

She stopped for a moment, then she ran the strap through her hand enjoying the feel of the leather.

She snap-cracked another hard stroke across the same place on the top of Angel’s thighs making Angel jump and squeal even more.

She looked at the bottom in front of her, and she looked at the slave standing tall in bondage with his erection sticking straight out looking painful. “Slave, I think she needs more strap, much more of the strap, she can’t get off this lightly.”

Then she repeated the stroke making it three to the same place and the red band was bright red now. Angel reacted predictably, jumping and waving her butt in the air, showing off her charms time and again as she squealed and shook herself.

“Slave!. Naughty girl Angel must learn first hand that when she misbehaves she gets the s-t-r-a-p,” she said sharply emphasizing the implement of punishment at the same time as she ran it though her hands.

Then she aimed a little higher and cracked the strap down on the lower portion of Angels bottom. It too wobbled and Angel squealed again. “But slave Darryl, Mistress enjoys using her strap. She enjoys it so much.”

She gave Angel another stroke over the top of the previous one and Angel wailed. “Mistress needs naughty girls to know what the s-t-r-a-p feels like slave Darryl.”

Again she cracked the strap over the middle of Angels bottom lifting Angel onto her toes as she hissed loudly. “This s-t-r-a-p is so good at teaching naughty girls,” she said as she ran it through her hands.

Another stroke cracked over the top of Angels bottom bringing the same squeal and a little dance from her feet making her legs shake and move open and closed as the sting worked its way into Angel. “Slave Darryl, if Mistress stops s-t-r-a-p-p-i-n-g a naughty girls bottom, who will she strap then? Who should Mistress s-t-r-a-p on then slave Darryl?”

She lifted the strap and gave Angel another huge stroke over the top of her bottom cheeks where the previous one had landed. Angel leaped into the air and shook her hips. “Well slave Darryl? Who should Mistress s-t-r-a-p?” she asked as she ran the wood handled strap through her hands between strokes.

Darryl’s gaze was alternating between the strap in her hand, herself in her dominatrix gear and the bent over form of Angel. Angel was hard to resist with her hugely red striped rear on display and the charms between her legs occasionally visible in her gyrations. Darryl did like Angel, it was hard not to.

He whispered, “Me Mistress. Can I please save Angel from the strap, please Mistress?”

She walked in front of Darryl, his erection pointing straight at her. He did get a thrill from watching her, all her clients did, and seeing Angel punished like that was an added turn on.

Men could be so predictable sometimes.

She rubbed the strap on his chest, then tapped him with it. “Certainly slave but Angel does need more. Lots more. She’s not had anywhere near enough. You can have them.” She tapped his chest again then she walked behind him, she measured up by tapping his bottom with the strap and she looked in the mirror. Then she added, “With interest, of course.”

Darryl was watching her closely and his erection was if anything even more pronounced now that his punishment was at hand.

She wound up and gave Darryl a hard stroke across the middle of his bottom, much harder than she’d given Angel, the sound loud and sharp with the red band appearing instantly. Darryl gasped loudly, shouting an ‘aagghh’ as the heat and sting worked their way instantly into him.

She continued to strap Darryl. She kept slamming the strap across his bottom hard, waiting just a few seconds between each stroke. She adjusted her aim so that the strokes moved over his bottom spreading and darkening the red band till the whole of his bottom was red.

After a dozen he was shouting. She knew the feeling well, a strapping like this was always painful.

She started on the second dozen, putting effort into the strokes, making them count. This wasn’t a bad upper body workout, winding up, swiveling her hips then wrenching her arm around to give the leather plenty of speed took muscle in her arms, shoulders, back and abs. If she’d been a tennis player, that would have been an advantage. Strapping took more effort than a caning but she tended to like it more. There was something about the sound of a good strapping when it was done right. A perfect stroke made such a delicious crack she usually had to suppress a smile.

And that was the case now. the strap on Darryl’s butt was making the perfect sounds; crisp, sharp, loud and from the reaction, were getting through to him.

She knew he’d have been trying to stay quiet but this was too much for him and anyway, staying quiet was a signal to her she wasn’t going hard enough. This wasn’t a warm up as such, she’d gone straight into a hard strapping ‘cold’ so it would be nicely challenging for him. The wood handled strap wasn’t all that severe but without a warm up and with some force it did work well.

After two dozen, his butt was looking red so she moved her aim lower. She cracked the strap just under his bottom onto his thighs making him shout out. This and the feel of bondage was why she used the belts to strap his legs together. With them bound he couldn’t shake his legs or try to evade the leather. she got an ideal target.

With the first hard stroke to the thighs, he shouted out loud. She wasn’t surprised, she found a strapping to the thighs damn hard to take also. “Too loud,” she said so she put the strap down then strapped a ball gag into his mouth nice and tight. She stood in front of him, put a finger on the center of the rubber ball and pressed it gently. “Mistress doesn’t like distractions when she’s strapping a naughty slave.”

“Let’s start again,” she said then she strapped his thighs again, but she made it harder, much harder. She always found a gag made taking punishment easier, so she assumed all her slaves did as well.

Darryl jumped, he squirmed, he tried to shout out again but the ball gag kept him quiet. “Good,” she said then she strapped him again and again till the back of his thighs were good and red, the red from the top of his butt all the way down to the back of his knees a nice even shade of pain.

She put the wood handled strap on the bondage bench by Angel then went to the wall of gear. She moved her hand across the implements, quite sure Darryl would be watching her as best he could. She chose something nice and severe.

Carrying it back to Darryl and put it up to his face, then she rubbed it down his front and touched his straining penis with it, just tapping it. One glance made her think that if she wasn’t careful it would pop off and make an awful mess.

She walked behind Darryl then gave him a hard crack of the strap whip high up across his shoulders, the solid belt leather lashes making an agreeable crack as they landed.

As whips and floggers and cats went, this was particularly painful. The lashes were made with belt leather so they were hard and painful if applied with any force which she was of course doing. Darryl’s reaction was predictable. He jumped and tried to evade the hard stinging but in his bondage that wasn’t going to happen.

She took her time giving Darryl six firm strokes, starting across his shoulders then working them down his back. Then she cracked the whip across his butt making him jump and shake. She gave him another then another stroke till he’d taken a half dozen and his butt was showing the red stripes quite plainly.

Taking her time, letting Darryl settle and recover for a moment, she gave him a hard stroke across his thighs. This made him jump and shake even more. Clearly the strap whip across the thighs was painful, so she did it again. Like his butt and his back and shoulders, she gave him a half dozen very hard strokes across his thighs, making the leather lashes sing though the air then crack across the backs of his legs.

Darryl's Reward

Darryl was looking wasted, almost at his limit so she decided to finish him off quickly with a half dozen medium strokes of the strap whip knowing they would push him hard.

Two lashes of the strap-whip cracked across Darryl’s shoulders making him gasp into his gag, it was just about impossible not to. She gave him two to his butt then two particularly hard ones to the backs of his thighs to finish him off. The quick lashes were given only a second or two apart and assaulting him like that finished him totally, his senses overloaded in the speed of the lashing. She saw he was standing totally tensed up, looking spaced out, hardly able to move or cope with the lashing. He couldn’t take much more the way he looked. She glanced in the mirror and looked at Darryl’s front, he was completely flaccid now, the whipping had taken the ardor completely out his penis and replaced it with a visit to sub-space no doubt. Erections and sub-space seldom worked well together she’d found; it was one or the other, seldom both.

Angel was another matter though. She was laying on the bondage bench, watching in the mirror, her red butt and thighs still looking painful. She’d opened her legs slightly so Darryl would be looking at all her charms, either that or she had a red hit butt and thighs and now her pussy was over heating so she needed some air to it. Then again it was probably the last option knowing Angel the way she did.

“Behave you two,” she said, “I’m going to get a quick drink. I’ll be back.” With that she put the strap whip on the bondage bench beside the wood handled strap then left the dungeon, and stepping loudly, went into the staff room.

She had her long drink of ice water, sat for a few minutes then stepping very quietly she crossed the corridor to the dungeon.

Slipping into the dungeon silently she found exactly what she expected, Angel was holding Darryl’s penis again, massaging it to full erection as she slipped a condom over it. Waiting a moment she saw Angel run her hand along its length making Darryl gasp yet again into the gag, his hips jumping as she handled him. She cupped his balls with her other hand as she stroked his penis gently. She hoped Angel was careful else he’d pop-off well before time and miss out on his special treat.

Both of them had been oblivious of her, both wrapped up in what Angel had been doing and it was no surprise. Both of them with their bright red butts would not be thinking about much else other than Angel and her soft fondling hands.

“You naughty girl,” she said making Angel jump in surprise, “You need another good hard strapping for that. I haven’t forgiven you, and now you’re still playing with Darryl’s cock. Stand up, arms out in front you naughty girl,” she snapped.

Angel stood then put her wrists out in front of her. Taking up a bondage belt she wrapped each wrist then both, then buckled the belt firmly. Taking another longer belt she ran it through the belt circling Angels wrists then using it, pulled Angel forward till she was face to face with Darryl. Reaching up she flicked the end of the belt over the suspension bar, brought it back down then buckled it firmly pulling Angel up on her toes almost, her wrists pulled up by the belt to the suspension bar, her arms either side of Darryl’s face and her body against him.

She then took a much longer belt then wrapped it round both their waists. Cinching it up tight she made the two of them press together and stand face to face, touching, unable to pull apart. With Angels arms either side of Darryl’s face and making him look at her in the eyes he was pressed up against the gorgeous woman he fancied so much. No doubt her perfume would be sending him higher and higher, working with the heat from his strapping and whipping to excite him. And Angel too. She said she loved these sessions and that she’d got off more than once in them.

She slowly took her belt off, ran it through her hands once, then folded it in half. She stood behind Darryl and to his left so he had a great view of her in the mirror. Slaves liked that. She ran the folded belt through her hands then clenched it firmly making it into a fine strap for his bottom. They liked seeing that too.

She reached forward with the belt then tapped his welted bottom with it. He jumped slightly, then she pulled her arm back and winding up brought it forward and round in a perfect crisp sounding stroke. The idea was to apply the belt to the whole width of the bottom, or the thighs, so it impacted all at once. She also made sure she put every ounce of energy into the leather so that the crack was high pitched and crisp making the effect what it should be, severe.

The first belt stroke was a beauty just as she intended. Darryl’s eyes bulged and he gasped out in pain, ‘ahhgh’ he grunted into the gag. More than that, his hips surged forward from the power of the stroke making his front rub against Angel. “Oo-ohhh,” he gurgled into the gag in the pleasure of the contact. Angel gave him a little hip surge of her own, rolling her hips, rotating them to give his penis some extra attention. With his face between her arms and looking into her eyes it was extremely intimate and even more erotic.

She brought her arm back then laid another hard stroke of the belt across the same place on his bottom. This made him jerk his hips back and forward almost as if he was fucking Angel and with that Angel continued giving him extra hip surges just to spice it up.

From the way he was jerking and rotating his hips, he didn’t look like he was far away from coming. It was far too soon for that.

“Time to s-t-r-a-p my naughty girl again. Another s-t-r-a-p-p-i-n-g,” she said as she moved behind Angel.

Darryl was looking at her, face on, as she ran the belt through her hands. “The s-t-r-a-p for you my girl,” she said waving the belt, “a hard s-t-r-a-p-p-i-n-g from Mistresses belt,” she said again highlighting the words, tweaking Darryl’s fetishes as he watched her in the mirror while she waved the belt around.

She wound up then delivered a crisp stroke to the center of Angels already red bottom. Angel shrieked and rotated her hips sending Darryl into a spasm of erotic rubbing against her.

She quickly wound up then gave Angel a second stroke then decided that unless she gave Darryl another strapping right now he would blast his load against Angel within seconds. Then again, it would probably be impossible not to with Angel gyrating against him like she was. Her gasping, her face in front of his as she moved against him would be too much for any slave.

She stepped Darryl him and gave him a crisp quick six of the best. Each stroke was hard and only a few seconds from the previous and spaced out so the whole of his bottom took a licking. Each stroke cracked down across his bottom making him surge forward into Angel and rubbing him closer to climax, yet the fire in his bottom held him back. The six strokes were fast and furious and did serve to cool his ardor but the lingering heat and friction against Angel surged his desire.

Standing in front of Darryl she ran the belt through her hands as she looked him in the eyes. Darryl was now rubbing himself against Angel uncontrollably. “Another strapping for you my naughty girl then the cane!” she said loudly. “I’ll cane that naughty bottom of yours till it is smoking hot and covered in nice red cane stripes.”

She positioned herself then gave Angel a hard stroke. Like the last time, Angel reacted, jerked frantically and gasped out loudly as she tried to evade the evil sting in her bottom. Most of it was play acting, Angel took a hard strapping with ease but Darryl wasn’t to know that.

Waiting just a few seconds for Angel to stop squirming she wound up and gave her a second firm stroke. This time Darryl was gasping also, groaning and moaning as he got closer and closer. Angel was giving small shrieks as she quivered against him, her hips moving and gyrating uncontrollably.

The third stroke of the belt low on Angels bottom was the last. Angel bucked hard, shrieked loudly and then Darryl started to shake and shudder uncontrollably. She stood in front of him and watched as he climaxed, running the belt through her hands as he continued to shake, his eyes rolled back but aware of her commanding presence. As orgasms go, she thought it was a powerful one. As for Angel, she was rubbing herself sensually against Darryl, her bottom quivering and shaking, going from side to side. Poor Darryl, with the waist belt holding them close together he couldn’t escape the intimate caress of Angel’s tummy against his penis as she moved and writhed. With his flaming bottom and spent penis he was in a different world of sensation and if anything, trying to minimize that sensation now that he’d come so hard.

This was an interesting time. Should she leave them there like that? Leave them for a few minutes to recover or should she unstrap Angel and let her take care of Darryl? Then again, she could give them both a crisp six of the best with the cane. After a climax the cane was particularly difficult to take which was the whole idea. Each had its own possibilities, its own rewards.

She chose to leave them in intimate bondage. She slowly wound the belt round her waist, buckled it slowly sneaking a glance to make sure Darryl was watching, then left the room after turning out the light. In darkness, the two of them strapped together and feeling their flaming bottoms, it should be a delicious and intimate time, particularly so for Darryl after such a hard cum against Angel. She wondered if Angel would say something to Darryl, something to make him want to return soon. She wouldn’t be surprised at all. Oh. Should she have gagged them both? Now that was a thought.

She went into the staff room then got another long glass of ice water and put some squeezed lemon into it, then stirred in a teaspoon of sugar to sweeten it up and for the sugar surge. It was so refreshing after a session and she was feeling a little dehydrated. You could thrash two pair of bum cheeks for only so long before you got a thirst up. That time was long past.

She sat on the settee and relaxed. She put her head back and thought of Darryl and Angel intimately bound, strapped together and in more ways that one. That made her smile. It was a nice image, both of them with red hot tingling butts, naked, strapped together and occasionally squirming.

Darryl was a nice man, almost a ‘contender’ she thought but she never dated a client and he was quite a bit older than she was. Pity.

One other thought came, there was always Robyn. Now that was a thought, being matchmaker was an all new thought.

Robyn was mostly nice, about the right age for Darryl and they certainly shared BDSM interests. She might make a discrete inquiry with Robyn if she’d be interested and she was certain Darryl would be. Robyn was quite attractive and sensible but she really did struggle with her work stresses. Maybe they could have a dual session to break the ice. Now that could be wickedly good fun. The more she thought about it the better it felt. Should she? Would she lose both of them as clients if they got together and was that a real factor?

She looked across at Magenta, “I’ve left Darryl and Angel strapped up front to front in the dungeon. Darryl had a very happy ending and they’ve both got flaming red buns. How long should I wait and should I cane them both before I unstrap them?” She smiled at Magenta, “That is the dominatrix dilemma.”

There was laughter from Magenta and two of the working girls between clients, relaxing, “Tish you’re a shocker. Give them a few more minutes. Not sure about the cane. Maybe some tease? Tease them about next time? Set the session up early?”

She really liked Magenta, she was sensible and down to earth and didn’t take herself too seriously. She was also clever, “That’s a good idea. I think I will.”

So saying she left the bondage-love-birds for another five minutes then went into the dungeon very quietly. Opening the door silently she wasn’t immediately noticed but when the light turned on they both jumped. She imagined Darryl would be a little sensitive in the penis area after his massive release.

She took the cane off the bondage bench then moved behind Angel. Rapping her smartly, but not hard, Angel squeaked and moved back and forward playing the part perfectly. Darryl groaned loudly and shook his head. He sure was sensitive.

“I should cane you both now. At least six of the best each. Six stingers for that unseemly display. I can’t believe how naughty you were Angel. A caning is the least I should give.”

She walked behind Darryl and rapped him also, a bit harder, he jumped and jerked frantically, the endorphin rush over and so the sting got in deeply. “As for you naughty boy six would be far too few. Far too few. It should be two dozen of the absolute best onto that bottom of yours.” She rapped it again, firmly.

She circled them both, rapping a bottom, stroking a leg, poking a set of ribs with the cane. “I think I shall give them, and give them hard…,” she rapped them both firmly. She circled once more, rapped them both firmly making them jump and gasp, “Next time. Next time you naughty boy and girl be prepared for an extra hard caning.”

She put the cane down on the bench then reached up to unstrap the belt holding Angels arms up high. Then when Angel relaxed down, she unstrapped her wrists. A few seconds later the belt holding them together was released and Angel staggered backward then went to the bondage bench for support.

“Naughty girl,” she said, “take care of slave Darryl. I shall return in ten minutes. Be ready then else I really shall cane you both. Very hard.” She hesitated for a moment, “I wouldn’t mind that.”

She left, went back to the staff room then sat on the settee beside Magenta. “Done. Angel is unstrapping him. He’ll be back, probably in a hurry.”

Magenta laughed, “Tish, you’re going to have to arrange a double domme session soon. I just love working with you.” They both grinned then she had another thought.

“Magenta, I have been thinking about something, maybe we can work that in.” They chatted for a while as they designed the double domme session, and Angel was absolutely a feature of it.

When she returned to the dungeon Darryl was looking totally spaced out but happy. After his shower with Angel and managing to compose himself, she saw he was a whole new man.

Most clients liked a shower after a session as it brought them back to earth, the feeling of the water on their skin returning them to the here and now.

Truth be told, she thought sending a client out on the roads driving a car with the wrong head space was not sensible or safe. For intense sessions like this one, a shower and some coming down times was even more necessary.

Darryl was a regular and paid a premium so he got more attention from Angel, and she had no doubt the shared shower had been special. Just looking at him it was plain it had been everything he wanted and the ‘happy ending’ had been good for him judging by the way he shuddered and shook as Angel did her stuff.

That was a good session. She had a half hour free then the next one of her shift was due. She had just enough time to skim the local papers and hope there was a job in physics she could apply for. Not that there have been so far.