Robyn’s Session
She didn’t have many female clients but among that small number, Robyn was stand-out unique in her need for heavy corporal punishment. But she did like Robyn even with her odd ways.
Robyn made her genuinely smile and that was rare enough. It was just that Robyn was more like a man than a woman in her need for the special services that she provided and also, well, she was a nice person. Plus, and never to be underestimated, Robyn was brutally honest about herself and life in general.
-not long later Robyn is in suspension, the session just started-
She moved behind Robyn and ran a hand down Robyn’s spine, moving a finger across Robyn’s hips from side to side then down over her butt. Robyn jumped slightly, shook slightly and tested her bondage. She watched as Robyn moved her head from side to side, feeling the collar strapped round her neck, feeling how the leather restricted movement and kept her aware of her situation. She could see Robyn’s front in the mirror, her breasts wobbling slightly as she pulled on her wrists and probably on her ankles against the spreader bars. Robyn was testing the bondage.
As she watched, she saw Robyn change, morph, move into a different personality. Robyn was entering sub space, fully becoming the slave.
“The belt first,” she said quietly into the silence when she stood in front of Robyn.
She took off her wide leather belt and wrapped it round her fist till just a foot long strap was hanging free. Pulling on the end of it, tightening it up, she extended that to just under a foot and a half, the perfect length. This was part of the theater for Robyn, the visage of the Mistress preparing for the discipline, her the slave in bondage. This was just the same as for her male clients.
Putting the end of the belt over her shoulder, keeping it there for a second as Robyn focused on it, she brought it around in a lazy forehand round-house stroke strapping it across Robyn’s left breast giving it a crisp cracking blow.
The breast wobbled and Robyn shook. She jumped and gasped, her eyes half closed as she was well into the dream already.
Now with the belt stroke, Robyn was sent free falling into sub space, only the belt, the Mistress and her bondage intruding. And now the sting of the strapping.
Strapping her breasts was something Robyn had asked about and tried. On her first session she’d admitted it had been a high point. The Mistress strapping her there was something so alien, so impossible, so femininely impossible that it became mandatory in all the sessions she’d had.
Her instant reaction meant she’d obviously been looking forward to this, thinking about it, wanting it.
“Yahhh. YOU fucking BASTARD!” screamed Robyn at the top of her lungs, penetrating out through the door and echoing into the corridor beyond.
The transformation was instant and complete and shocking. The first time this happened in a session she’d been quite astounded, thinking Robyn was cursing Mistress out but it became clear quickly.
Not that she would have been surprised if Robyn had cussed her. A strap across the breasts was unbelievable at every level. Who would apply the end of a belt to a woman’s breasts? What monster would do that? The answer of course was that slave must take what Mistress gave. It gave the slave a mighty hard push into sub space.
Running the end of the belt through her left hand to steady it and to help her aim, she gave Robyn’s right breast a healthy back hand stroke of the belt. The crack of the leather on the breast made the breast wobble and the slave convulse in her bondage. Robyn screamed out, “Yaagghhh, you’re such a bastard Jeremy, I’ll fucking kill you, you sick bastard.”
She gave Robyn another forehand then a backhand stroke of the end of the belt to Robyn’s breasts and each time Robyn swore at Jeremy calling him every name under the sun.
With a loud ‘crack’, then crack’ then ‘crack,’ then ‘crack,’ the belt end lashed Robyn’s breasts and each stroke brought profanity aimed at Jeremy. Jeremy was cast into hell. Jeremy was castrated with his balls sewn into his mouth. Jeremy was impaled on a red hot poker shoved up his ass. Jeremy had a live rat sewn into his mouth. Then he had a dead rat sewn into his mouth. Then he was drowned slowly in a bucket of feces she also pissed in as he drowned.
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