Chapter 4 The Circle
Through a newspaper published in the D.C. area, Lisa found an
answer to her desire to display me..
She identified a local organization that specializes in
domination and submission. And when she had satisified herself
that there was minimal risk of disclosure, she scheduled our
attendance at a coming meeting.
I knew nothing about any of this until later.
One Thursday she went off, as usual, to her aerobics class and
returned an hour and a half later pouring sweat into the special
clothes I had purchased for her at her request. I met her in the
nude, as was our custom.
"Over my lap," she said, as she entered. "Inspection Day."
I protested that Inspection Day was Saturday. "Not this week,
Richard," she declared.
Of course, I hadn't just shaved my balls or the crack in my ass.
She plucked 18 small hairs from my balls and counted 17 more that
she scraped off me behind after applying a dipilatory
preparation. That meant 30 extra strokes from her riding whip
later, 18 for each of the hairs from my balls and 12 more for the
35 hairs from my rear.
Next she applied her hand and carpet slipper to my buttocks.
Harder and longer than usual. I was sobbing when she finished
and the cheeks of my ass were a fiery red. Next I was motioned
off her lap and in position to receive the customary paddling.
Again, it was harder and took longer than usual. Sitting would
be seriously uncomfortable for many days, whether or not I was
paddled soon again.
Then she used her riding whip on me, topped off by the extra
strokes. I was nearly crying when she finished. My ass would be
criss-crossed with bloody welts for many days to come.
I helped her out of her sweaty exercise uniform. Instead of
following our custom, which required me to give her an hour-long
massage before sex, she immediately pulled me face down into her
pussy, her legs locked behind my neck. She was drenched with
sweat and with her own juices. I tongued her to two unusually
violent climaxes.
"Now, Fuck me," she said, and I did.
I was pretty aroused myself. As soon as I spurted, she told me
to lie down on my back. She put her pussy to my mouth and fed me
my come. Then she turned around and sat on my face. I did what
was expected of me, inhaling her aroma and tasting the sweat
which still pearled her body.
She climbed aboard my cock, rode me to another orgasm and gave me
another feeding. I nibbled and tongued her until she was
satisfied.
She collapsed on her side of the bed, not bothering to shower,
and fell soundly asleep, in the nude as always. I put on Lisa's
sweats as my night clothes, an every night ritual, whether or not
she's been to exercise class. Lisa weighs less than I do, but
she's taller than I am, so her clothes fit me, except in the
crotch.
When I awoke early Friday morning, she was still sleeping beside
me, facing my way and curled into a ball. I put my head under the
covers and licked her thigh. Lisa shifted position and opened
her legs. I accepted the invitation and brought her to an early
morning orgasm.
"Good boy, Richard," she said, opening her eyes for the first
time. "That's a nice start to a special day."
I didn't know what she was talking about.
She had worn purple panties the previous day and, after I
showered, those were the panties I wore under my suit. Little
did I know I would wear them before an audience later that night.
I had a busy day at the office. Much of it was spent at my
standing desk. My buttocks were severely bruised from the
Thursday night paddling. Lisa never allowed me to sit
comfortably. I felt her even on a well-padded chair, and a hard
chair was unbearable.
When she came into my office at day's end from her office two
floors down, she said: "We're due in Potomac in 45 minutes. I
have the directions."
I said: "Where are we going?"
She said: "Why don't you just wait and see."
I drove and she directed. We headed out River Road in the
direction of Potomac. She found the cross street she was looking
for and, after that, the subdivision. We followed the road
circling through it, and she directed me into a driveway in which
three other cars were already parked. It was an enormous house.
"There's a suitcase in the trunk," Lisa told me. "Carry it
inside." I got the bag and took it with us.
A gigantic male met us at the door. He was six-four or more and
built like a linebacker. On the cook's apron he wore, it said
"Hers." Beneath it, he had on a T-shirt and jeans. "I'm Bobby,"
he said.
"This is Richard. I'm Lisa."
"Welcome Mistress Lisa," replied Bobby. "You can put him in the
bedroom upstairs on the left. There's a bathroom in it. The
ladies will be having drinks downstairs in half an hour. What
would you like?"
"Dry white wine," she replied. "Thank you very much."
I followed her up the stairs into a room with a four poster bed
and deposited the bag. "Undress," she said. "All the way."
When I was nude, she put me on my stomach and with four lengths
of clothes line, taken from the suitcase, bound me tightly hand
and foot to the bed posts. She brought out her riding whip and
hit me with it a couple of dozen times to freshen the damage to
my backside.
Then she disappeared into the bathroom. I could hear the shower.
When she emerged she was wearing her riding costume with the
thigh high boots.
She said: "I'm going downstairs, Richard. When you are
summoned, you will give yourself a hard on and put my panties
back on. Do you understand?"
I said I did. I also understood I would not be fed that
evening.
There was a clock on the nightstand. It said 7:29. When the
door to the room opened, it said 9:36.
Bobby came in. He was also nude and, I could see, freshly
whipped. He undid the ropes from my wrists and ankles.
"Mistress Lisa said for you to prepare yourself and report to the
den in the basement."
I had been erect or semi-erect most of the time Lisa was gone. I
made myself harder, pulled on the purple panties and went
downstairs.
There were five women in the room -- Lisa in her riding costume,
a beautiful red head dressed in leather from head to toe, a
busty blonde in a jeweled black ball gown, a flat-chested young
woman with straight black hair dressed in a black sweater and
black jeans, and a curvy brunette wearing a woman's business
suit.
"Richard," Lisa said, "you can start by telling these ladies what
I did to you last night. Don't leave out any of the details,
please."
I recited. The redhead -- Mistress Pam, she informed me later --
leaned forward to catch every word. The other women made
approving comments to Lisa.
When I was finished reciting, the brunette, Tommie, said: "Now
let's see him."
"Nude, Richard," Lisa said. I pulled down the panties. She made
a circling movement with her hands and I revolved. I heard oohs
and ahs.
"I like the tattoo, Lisa," said Mistress Tommie. "That's a
wonderful touch, having him marked with your signature."
"And the ring in his sac," noted Mistress Pam. "Right where he
feels it when you have sex."
"Lovely," said the busty blonde, later identified as Mistress
Ann.
"Oh yes," said the black haired girl, Mistress Jennifer.
"How often does he shave," inquired Mistress Pam, the red head.
"Inspection Day comes once a week," Lisa replied. "Like clock
work, except last night."
"Inspection Day must be special," said Mistress Tommie. Lisa
assured her that it was.
"Would you bend him over," the red head asked. Lisa nodded.
I bent over and spread my cheeks.
"May I?" the red head asked.
"Be my guest," Lisa responded.
Mistress Pam ran two fingers down my crack. "Very smooth," she
said approvingly. "Stand up and turn around," she told me. I
stood up and faced her. She lifted my balls with her hand. She
had long nails which she used to rake my scrotum several times,
very sharply. I gasped.
"When you want him hard, you ought to put a ring around the base
of his cock," she said to Lisa. "It will keep him that way quite
a long time. If you'd like, I'll get Bobby to give you one
before you go."
It was my first clue that this was Mistress Pam's house.
She turned me around and touched the welts on my ass.
"Let me show you something I use," she said. She crossed the
room to a closet and came back with something that looked like a
bull whip. I could see that the lash had metal ends.
"Bend over," she ordered.
I bent.
She took a stance about six feet to my side and used the whip on
my right cheek. I yelped and half rose, involuntarily.
"Down," she said. I bent down. She used it again and a third
time. I was sure she had me bleeding.
She moved closer and caught me three times on my left cheek.
The other women, including Lisa, admired her skill.
"Where would I find one of those?" Lisa asked.
"You can have this one. I've got others," Mistress Pam said.
"It will take a while until you learn to use it. He may catch a
few on his balls while you're learning but he'll like that, won't
you Richard?"
I said nothing. She said: "I asked you something, Richard.
I expected an answer."
I started to say something and she said: "Shut up, Richard. You
had your chance. Bend over again and spread your legs."
She caught me on the balls with her whip. I cried out. She hit
me twice more, and when she finished, I saw that I was bleeding.
"You liked that, didn't you Richard."
I said: "No, Mistress. It hurt."
"Good," she said. "I'll have your attention that way."
She said to Lisa: "Why don't you leave him here until Sunday
night. I'll give you back a better slave."
Lisa said: "I'm not into sharing. He only has sex with me. But
when you come to my house, you can punish him all you'd like."
"Okay," Mistress Pam said. She stood me up, turned me to face
her again and cupped my chin in her hands. "Tell me you want me
to punish you, slave."
I said: "Please, Mistress Pam, come to our house and punish me."
"When?" she said.
"Whenever Lisa invites you."
"When do you want me to come, slave?"
"That's up to Lisa."
"Don't play with me, slave. You obviously haven't learned who I
am. Bend over again and make sure your legs are apart."
She used the bull whip on me a dozen times distributing the
lashes to both cheeks and my balls. I was slobbering for mercy
when she finished.
"When do you want me to come, slave?"
I glanced at Lisa. She held up four fingers, discreetly, but not
so discreetly that Mistress Pam failed to see.
"Next month?" I asked.
"That's Mistress Lisa's answer, slave. When I come, I'll punish
you for failing to give me your answer, and I promise you it will
be extravagant punishment."
She let me stand up and seated herself.
The black haired woman, Mistress Jennifer, asked whether Lisa
ever used a dildo on me. Lisa told her that she had used a butt
plug on me once when I made her angry but that she had never
inserted a dildo.
Mistress Ann, the blonde, asked if I were regularly tied up.
Lisa said no. Did we have a dungeon? "Not exactly," Lisa said.
"We have some equipment that I've used when he's made me really
angry. But generally I prefer to whip him without tying him up.
He obeys my will and my imagination that way."
Mistress Tommie, the brunette in the business suit, asked about
the panties Lisa and I wore. Lisa explained how they were
acquired. "My slave is bigger than I am," Tommie said. "But
I've got a neighor who I think would be happy to give me dirty
underwear every night for him to wear the next day. They're in
the same carpool. That would add to his embarrassment. Maybe
I'll buy her a supply of panties. "
Mistress Pam said to me: "Richard, I think it's time for you to
masturbate."
I looked to Lisa and she nodded.
Mistress Pam said: "Richard, when I come to visit, you'll take
your orders from me, not from Lisa. You'd better understand
that. Right now, show us your stuff."
It didn't take me long to bring myself to a climax, shooting all
over the rug.
Mistress Pam said: "On your knees, slave. Lick it all up."
I did as she directed. I did not look at Lisa.
"Put your panties on and go back upstairs. I'll have Bobby retie
you," Mistress Pam instructed.
It was nearly 2 a.m. when we left. My ass blazed with pain.
When we got home, I saw in the mirror that I had been sliced open
in several places by the bull whip.
Lisa went down on me, the first time ever. I don't know where I
summoned the erection but she certainly found a way to use it.
I wondered what would happen next month when Mistress Pam came
calling.
