Chapter 5 Pam Comes to Visit
Lisa prepared me for the visit from Mistress Pam by giving me a
particularly severe beating the night before. It included all
the usual treatment -- spanking with her hand and a hairbrush, a
purposeful paddling with my old fraternity paddle to make sure I
would have difficulty sitting, and a heavy dose of her riding
whip.
She also used the bull whip on me. She wasn't very good with it
yet. As a result, in addition to catching me on the buttocks,
where the blows were aimed, the metal tipped lash also landed on
my back, legs, balls and even, in one instance, wrapped around my
middle and found my cock. Lisa's blows weren't as efficient as
Mistress Pam's but they hurt like hell and, even when they didn't
land where intended, they opened my flesh just as Mistress Pam's
had done.
I spent part of the following day, a Saturday, at the office,
dressed as always in Lisa's dirty panties from yesterday. The
paddling having been especially severe, I never touched a chair,
working at my standing desk. I had been told to be home by 4
p.m.
When I arrived, Lisa instructed me to take off her panties, which
I did. She draped me over her lap to inspect my close-shaven
private parts. She pulled four hairs from my scrotum and rescued
20 more from the crack in my ass. That called for 11 more
strokes from her riding whip -- one each for the hairs from my
balls, one for every three or fraction from my rear. I received
them lying face down on the bed.
They reopened the cuts on my bottom made by the bullwhip.
"Well, Richard. I believe you're about ready. You'll find an
envelope in the bathroom that Bobby [Mistress Pam's slave]
delivered a couple of hours ago. Follow the instructions."
The envelope read: "For Richard, from Mistress Pam." It was a
courier envelope lined with plastic. Inside were a small tape
recorder, an eyeless mask, a contraption that I recognized as a
ball-gag, a freezer bag with red panties steeping in what looked
like urine, another freezer bag with a second pair of panties
(white), and a third freezer bag with a small stool in it.
My heart rose into my mouth.
I punched the play button on the tape recorder. Mistress Pam
directed me to split her stool between my armpits and to smear it
around thoroughly, losing none of it. Then I was to don the red
panties soaking in her urine. "The panties are my color but your
size, Richard," she said. "The piss is mine, especially for you.
Don't you dare wring the panties out," she admonished sternly.
"And leave any excess in the freezer bag." After I washed my
hands, which was permitted, I was to put on the ball-gag,
buckling it behind my head, don the mask, place the second pair
of panties over my face ("I've worn them three straight days,
just for you") and return to the bedroom.
I applied the stool and after washing my hands, extracted the red
panties from the sack. They were dripping wet. I found, as I
pulled them on, that they were thong panties, intended to display
the cheeks of the buttocks. The thong went right down the crack.
The pressure the panties put on my cock and balls was unusually
constrictive. Excess urine from the panties dribbled down my
legs.
I washed my hands again and took out the white panties, sniffing
them. Mistress Pam's odor was very powerful.
I put on the ball gag, adjusting the straps behind me. I donned
the mask. It shut out all light. I put the white panties over
my face.
When I groped my way back into the bedroom, Lisa said: "Well, I
see you've followed orders. Let me fix it a bit." She adjusted
and tightened the ball gag slightly. She moved the panties on my
face so that my nose was in the crotch.
"Mistress Pam has asked that you be tied to the bed, face down,
Richard, until she arrives. I will be present but she will be in
charge. She can use you any way but sexually. I expect you to
acquit yourself well. If you fail to do so, you will account to
me. Understand?"
"Yes, Lisa," I replied.
"Okay," she said. "Lie down, Lover."
I did as she ordered, and she used four lengths of clothesline to
secure me to the front and back legs of the bed. I was spread
eagled. I could feel that I was resting on a rubber sheet to
keep the urine from penetrating the mattress.
I lay that way in my personal darkness and wetness, smelling
Mistress Pam's undies and her defecation in my armpits. I lay
there a long time. The wet panties I wore made my balls and
crotch clammy.
When the door finally opened, Mistress Pam spoke.
"Good evening, Richard," she said. "I see that you remembered
our date."
The ball-gag prevented my answering.
She undid my ropes. "You may take away the panties over your
face and remove the mask and gag." I did so. Lisa had seated
herself in an easy chair beside the bed.
"Would like to welcome me, Richard?" Mistress Pam asked.
"Lisa's slave welcomes you, Mistress Pam. I am pleased that you
have come."
"Yes, I'll bet you are, Richard." She was wearing a leather
costume different than the one she had worn on when we visited
her house. Like her hair and the panties I wore, it was red.
It had a jacket and a mini skirt riding high up on her thighs.
Her high boots ended several inches down, leaving plenty of
flesh.
"You may kiss my foot, Richard."
I kneeled down and kissed both her feet.
"Stand up and revolve," she ordered. She felt the stripes on my
bare ass, using her long fingernails on the wounds to make me
bleed anew. "Take off the panties and show yourself to me." I
did so. She asked me to lift my arms over my head so she could
see my armpits. She expressed satisfaction.
"You may go into the bathroom and clean yourself, Richard. No
shower, just toilet paper and wash cloth."
I went into the bathroom and did my best to clean up. The crack
in my ass felt raw, as did my armpits. When I returned to the
bedroom, Mistress Pam had me stand in front of her.
During the hours of waiting, my erection had wilted slightly,
despite the cock ring. She stroked it gently until it was near
bursting. She lifted my balls in the palm of her hand and, as
she had done at her house, began raking my skin with her long
nails. Only this time she didn't quit. She cut into me until
the blood actually flowed. I clenched my jaw and tried not to
cry out.
Then she touched me with a white stick, shaped like a pencil, and
I winced with the pain.
"A styptic pencil," she explained to Lisa. "Very handy. It
stops the bleeding and it hurts."
She handed me a tiny collar. "Put it on your balls," she said,
"and make sure it's tight."
I found it a difficult task. I pinched the skin in trying to fit
the thing together.
"You're botching it, Richard," she said. "Get it done, and
it better not come off."
"Maybe you should knot some thread around his balls," Lisa
suggested to Mistress Pam.
"Richard," Mistress Pam said. "Go get some thread. You put
it on and put the collar on over it. Tight. Very tight. I want
your balls to stand out."
"Yes, Mistress Pam. I'll be right back."
I knew where Lisa kept the thread. I cut off a piece of it with
Lisa's scissors and returned to our bedroom. I knew enough not
to be gone long.
Making a slip knot and securing it tightly to my balls was
awkward work. Adding the little collar was easier once the
thread was on me. The thread's slip knot and the collar rested
against the ring that was inserted in my scrotum right below the
base of my cock. Right above it was the cock ring that held me
triumphantly erect.
Mistress Pam attached a leash to the little collar and tugged me
hard with it. She dropped the leash on the floor and stepped
behind me. "Hand it to me," she ordered. I handed her the leash
through my legs. She pulled it so that my balls came back into
my groin and my cock stood straight out from my body. She put
her boot on my ass and pushed while she pulled. My balls started
bleeding again and some blood ran down my leg.
When she was done with that amusement, she handed the leash to
Lisa and asked her to keep my balls taut. Then she picked up
her own bull whip and began work on my ass. She hit me on the
left cheek and then on the right cheek until I had absorbed 20
blows. Then she started on my legs, just below my buttocks. Not
inadvertently, the way Lisa had hit me. But deliberately. She
aimed a blow between the legs, right on my distended balls. She
wrapped one around my middle and landed the metal lash on the tip
of my engorged cock. It hurt like fury.
Lisa was a kindergartner with the whip. Mistress Pam had earned
her Ph.D.
Beginning at about the 10th blow to my backside, I commenced
crying out with every stroke. The blows to my legs, balls and
cock hurt more than the blows to my ass.
"Say thank you, Richard," she instructed when she was finished.
I caught my breath, steadied myself and said: "Thank you,
Mistress Pam."
"Now that the preliminaries are over, Richard, I'm going
downstairs, and Lisa and I are going to have dinner. When we're
done with dinner, we'll have some serious fun. You're looking
forward to it, aren't you?"
"No, Mistress Pam," I said. "I'm afraid."
"Good," she said. "I like that you're afraid. And you're right
to be afraid of me. You're going to do something for me while
I'm gone, Richard. I'm going to tie this leash around the
doorknob and you're going to retrieve these marbles for me where
I'm going to spill them. You'll only be able to do that by
torturing your own balls. It should keep you fully occupied
while we're gone. Every marble you fail to pick up will cost you
three strokes from the bull whip. There are a hundred marbles in
the can. They'll be under the bed, under the dresser,
everywhere. If I were you, I'd try like hell to pick up at least
90, 95 if you possibly can. I don't think you can absorb more of
the whip than that. And I wouldn't begin even to think about
untying the leash, Sweetie. You can't imagine the punishment for
that. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Pam. I understand."
Lisa came over and kissed me before she left the room. "Hold on,
Lover. Worse is coming."
I was busy all the time they were gone. I tugged myself pretty
hard collecting the first 63 marbles, and those were the easy
ones. Reaching those in the far ends of the room made me weep in
pain and frustration. I was up to 87, bathed in my own sweat,
when Lisa and Mistress Pam returned.
Mistress Pam picked up the rest, making me multiply each number
by three. "I really don't think you can make it to 39, Richard.
But because you fell so far short, you've earned a bonus. I'll
give you 50."
She confined these blows to my buttocks, alternating cheeks.
Lisa held the leash. I was near crying at 20, flinching at every
blow and begging for mercy. There was none. Before she was
done, she had me grovelling. My buttocks were lacerated. There
was blood on the floor. At one point, I fell to my knees,
yanking the leash from Lisa's hands.
"You'll get 10 extra for that, Richard. The next fall will cost
you 25." She put me back into position. As the strokes added
up, I jumped and staggered but did not fall. When she finished,
I was virtually blubbering.
She let me rest for a few minutes. She released the leash from
my balls but left the collar in place. She flicked my balls
several times with her finger. I cried out with the pain. I
dropped to the floor and licked her boots. I petitioned for mercy
at her feet. I was no longer trying to show my manliness by
resisting the agony she inflicted. Although I knew that mercy
would not be shown, I pleaded for it as an acknowledgment of her
power over me.
She let me lick, she let me grovel, she let me beg.
After a time, she took a handful of my hair and pulled me
upright. Then she turned me around and instructed me to bend
over. From the inside her leather jacket, she produced the
replica of an erect male organ, a dildo.
"See this," she said, thrusting it under my nose. "Lisa said at
the last meeting that she'd never used a dildo on you. I'm going
to take your virginity."
She smeared some vaseline on my asshole. Soon I felt it
being stretched. She worked the thing in until I thought I would
faint and still she kept on going. It was a lot thicker than the
instrument Heidi, my female internist chosen by Lisa, had used on
me to examine my colon. I felt like I had a telephone pole
rammed up my ass. When it had been inserted to its maximum
depth, Mistress Pam turned on the electric power and began
fucking me with it, out and in and around. I moaned. I saw
stars. The longer she kept at, the worse it felt.
I said: "Please, Mistress Pam. Please. It hurts. I can't take
any more. You're splitting me."
"Don't be a sissy, Richard. Of course you can take more.
Because I'm going to give you more."
I don't know how long it went on. I was actually in tears before
she stopped.
When she took the dildo out my backside, she straightened me up
and turned me around. "Kiss my hand and thank me."
I kissed her hand and thanked her.
"Next time you recite, Richard, you'll tell all the other ladies
how I fucked you in the ass with a prick bigger than your own.
You'll tell them what it feels like having your ass fucked, won't
you?"
"Yes, Mistress Pam," I replied, "I'll tell them it hurts like
hell."
"You'll tell them I'm cruel, Richard, and you'll tell them that
you worship me. Won't you?"
"Yes, Mistress Pam. I belong to Lisa but I also worship you."
"Good," she said. "Very good. I won't make you jerk off. I
suspect that Lisa might have a use for that hard on."
When Mistress Pam departed, Lisa took me into the back bedroom
and fucked me to sleep. The last thing I thought as I drifted
off into unconsciousness was that I hope she wouldn't buy a
dildo. It was worse than I imagined. Still, when I said I
worshipped Mistress Pam, I was speaking the truth. Lisa was my
wife and Mistress. Mistress Pam was my Bitch Goddess.
I belonged to Lisa because I desired her. I belonged to Mistress
Pam because she commanded it.
