Chapter Six   Hook, line and stinger

 

I had been offended morally and emotionally. My body had been beaten and sexually abused. I had been told I was overweight. I should have been overflowing with anger and indignation. But surprisingly I was not. I was confused. My actions revolted me, but at that same time my senses were inflamed in a manner I had never experienced. Sexually I felt alive, and was far more aware of my body than I had ever been.

 

When I arose from the bed the following day I went to slide into my old routine of feed the cat, have breakfast, and go online to check my bank statement. But I felt motivated to do some exercise and so put on my running gear and went for a jog. I tried to tell myself that I was not motivated by Mark’s ultimatum, but I knew deep down he was the cause. I wanted to prove to him I had the willpower, and, being truthful with myself, I wanted to avoid being punished for not losing weight.

 

I was also amazed that the junk food I had been scoffing down suddenly lost its appeal to me. I found myself studying the diet plan he had given me, and went out shopping for the right foods I would need to be eating.

 

Within a week I could notice the weight loss. I began to take pleasure again at studying my own body in the mirror. I trimmed my pubic hair and shaped it into a perfect V. I even shaved myself around my labia, something I had never done before. I even began to masturbate myself; such was my newfound level of heightened sexuality.

 

Initially I embarrassed myself with the need to masturbate, and did it at night, in bed, with the light off. Although I tried not to think about it, I invariable would fantasize about being tied, beaten, and sometimes forced to do sexual acts. Diane featured prominently in my fantasies. One night I had an overwhelming desire to be tied up, and found myself going into my garage to look for some rope. Once in the garage it brought back memories of my session with Mark. I found myself stripping off my nightgown so I was standing naked in the garage. I then found a length of rope and tied it around my waist. Opening my legs as wide as it could I separated my labia and thread the rope through, in the same manner Mark had done.

 

I pulled the rope tight, then forced myself to pull it even tighter so that it cut into me painfully. I then threw the other end over the rafter, stood on tiptoes, and secured myself in position. I then closed my eyes, clasped my hands behind my back, and for a long while just enjoyed the sensation of being tied.

 

Eventually I began to rock back and forth and felt my sexual arousal gradually build from within me. When I could take it no longer I began to rub myself furiously with my hand, loving the sensation of grinding my labia against the rope. When I climaxed I kept rubbing myself and could not believe it when I came a second time. This was the first time in my life I had experienced a multiple orgasm.

 

I could not believe how quickly the next two weeks went by, and the rent was again due. You may not believe it, as even I had trouble understanding it, but there was never any doubt in my mind that I was going to go around to 17 Wisteria Lane and collect my rent personally.  However I was unsure of when, or how, to arrange to collect it. I decided to wait until the day after the rent was due to be paid, then nervously phoned Mark and Diane’s number.

 

It was Diane who answered, and I was unsure of how to broach the topic with her.

 

“I see the rent is due,” I mumbled politely

 

“Is it?” she tried to feint surprise, but it was clear she wasn’t.

 

“Yes” I again mumbled

 

“And?” Diane responded in an impish voice

 

I was feeling very embarrassed. “May I come and collect it?”

 

“May you come and collect it?” she repeated, and I heard Mark laugh briefly in the background

 

“ Yes”, and after a brief hesitation I added, “please”.

 

“What do you think, Mark?” Diane enquired of her partner, although clearly they were just playing with me

 

After a brief hesitation Diane responded, “Yes.”

 

“Tonight?” I asked, feeling my heartbeat already racing, and I breathed deeply.

 

Again a brief hesitation while Diane consulted. “No, tomorrow night.”

 

The phone line then went dead. I knew the next 24 hours would drag by.

 

Finally it was time to leave. I had showered twice, and taken far more care in my appearance than I typically would. It is so hard to describe how I was feeling. It was an intoxicating mix of extreme trepidation mixed with sexual anticipation. I feared the humiliation and pain, but also desired the humiliation and pain. I could not even begin to understand, but knew I needed it.

 

When I knocked on their door the very familiar nervousness had gripped me. Even though I was breathing very deeply I still felt faint. Diane answered the door, and my very first reaction was one of disappointment that she was fully clothed, and not naked, or better still, tied to her bed. I desired to see her naked tonight.

 

Diane greeted me with a hug, and how I soaked up her pleasant, fresh odour. I wanted to hold her tightly, but kept my desires in check.

 

“Mark wants you to undress,” she whispered into my ear

 

“You too, I hope,” the words were out of mouth almost before I realised, and I immediately felt embarrassed.

 

“No, just you.” She responded with a smile before skipping away into the kitchen, leaving me alone.

 

For a moment I just stood there, focusing on my breathing.  Everything spiralled out of control when I was with Mark and Diane. I had lost any ability to influence events, and it took a lot of getting use, especially as I use to be the one always in control.

 

There was never any question of not undressing; it was just a case of getting the courage. I took three deep breaths, and then stripped off my garments as quickly as I could. I especially did not allow myself to hesitate when it came to removing my underwear. Emotionally it is hardest to take off your bra and panties because they hide the most personal and private parts of a woman.

 

Soon I was naked, and stood there in awkward silence. Despite my extreme nervousness I smiled briefly to myself. I could not believe I was standing stark naked in the lounge of my own tenanted houses, waiting for the teenage residents to appear.

 

It was Diane who appeared first, poking her head curiously around the door from the kitchen. She briefly looked surprised to see me naked, as if she had not expected me to obey so meekly. Her young eyes roved up and down my body several times as if she was trying to memorise every feature of my body for a future biology test. I found myself blushing even more. It was especially embarrassing to be naked in front of a fully clothed Diane.

 

“Put your hands behind your neck.” Her voice was not much louder than a whisper

 

I frowned at her, unsure of why she was asking me to do such a thing.

 

Diane stepped clear of the door, and then demonstrated for me what she meant by clasping her hands behind her neck, elbows out.

 

“And open your legs until they are out like this,” again demonstrating enthusiastically. She slid her legs open until they were about thirty inches apart.

 

“Why?” I was dumbfounded by her request.

 

“Because Mark likes me to stand naked like that. He’s silly, isn’t he?” She giggled like a child before disappearing back into the kitchen.

When she had demonstrated it, it seemed so natural, but when I tried it I felt awkward and humiliated, and quickly brought my arms back down to my sides and closed my legs. It was such a submissive pose. Then it hit me; that was the whole purpose of posing like that. To show, or demonstrate, submission.

I realised this was what I was doing. I had come to Wisteria Lane this night, not to collect my rent, but to submit to Mark. I clasped my hands behind my neck, pushed my elbows out, and opened my legs to about the same width Diane had demonstrated.

 

Again I waited. I felt foolish, exposed, but also very submissive. I could feel the sexual energy permeating through my veins. I realised that if anyone should enter the unlocked front door they would get one heck of a shock, and I would die with embarrassment. But this realisation did not cause me to move.

 

Diane poked her head around the door again, and noting my submissive pose she beamed me a big smile and gave me the thumbs up sign. I could not help returning her smile, although rather sheepishly. She then disappeared again back to whatever was occupying her in the kitchen. I cook smell food, so assumed she was preparing a meal. I wondered where Mark was. I listened intently but could hear no other noises or movement.

 

I must have held my naked, submissive pose for a good 15 minutes, and my arms were becoming tied. I contemplated bringing them down to stretch, but did not want to. I wanted to endure the uncomfortableness.

 

Finally I heard the noise of a vehicle pulling up outside, and the noise of someone walking up to the front door. Every instinct in my body told me to flee to safe cover somewhere. But I shut these thoughts out and doggedly forced myself to maintain my position. I prayed it was Mark who walked through that door, and not someone like Diane’s mother. I had met her mother briefly when Diane and Mark signed the lease. This thought caused my heart to beat even harder.

 

The front door opened. No one spoke. I began to panic. Which would be the best direction to run. What have I done? I even hoped I would faint to save me the embarrassment.

 

Then Mark stepped into view and I let out a deep sigh of relief. Which was a bit strange given what pain and humiliation he was almost certainly going to inflict on me tonight.

 

He looked at me with satisfaction, “Good girl”

 

I could not help myself responding, “Thank you, sir.”

 

Just as quickly he disappeared down the hallway, and I resumed my waiting ordeal, my shoulders and arms becoming numb.

 

Eventually Mark reappeared, Diane following close behind. Initially I could not make out what Mark was carrying, then blushed when I realised it was a set of weighing scales. He placed them on the floor, then silently gestured for me to step onto them. I took my arms down and went to step forward onto the scales.

 

“Keep your arms up!” he barked out, surprising me so much I stepped back.

 

Embarrassed, I put my tired arms up and clasped my hands behind my head, then on impulse opened my legs as I had been instructed by Diane.

 

“Don’t be an idiot. How can you stand on the scales with your legs open” Mark chided me.

 

I felt like a child. Hastily I closed my legs, then stepped forward onto the scales, careful to ensure I kept my hands in place behind my head and my elbows out.

 

Mark stepped forward and studied the readout on the scale. “144 lb. What weight were you?”

 

“148 lb” I announced proudly

 

“Are you sure?” Mark gave me his one eyebrow quizzical look. “I thought you were 143 lb.”

 

“Absolutely not,” I responded indignantly, “I was definitely 148 lb. I have been exercising every day and following your diet closely” I puffed my chest out proudly.

 

“Following my diet closely, or following my diet exactly?” Mark drilled.

 

I felt my shoulders slump. “ I have mostly eaten what you had on the diet, but some days I was just so hungry I had a few harmless titbits.” I realised my voice had a pathetic whine to it.

 

“There are no such thing as harmless titbits. You are to follow the diet exactly, is that understood.”

 

“Yes, sir,” I whimpered

 

“You will be punished for not following the diet. But I am pleased that you have lost 4 lb.”

 

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

 

Mark was playing me like a violin and I was totally in his hands. It was frightening how I had given myself over to him.

 

“Go and wait for us in the garage,” Mark spoke dismissively, ”And leave the light off.”

 

Head down, I turned and trotted off in the direction of the garage. The day after my last ‘visit’ to 17 Wisteria Lane I had arranged to have the garage cleaned, and even paid extra to have it done the same day. As I opened the door, I could see through the dimness that the garage was tidy, although it was still dank and damp as there was no natural light.

 

As I closed the door the garage was thrown into darkness. I took a few tentative steps away from the door, but kept my eye on the very thin sliver of light that was coming under the doorway leading back into the house. I then placed my hands behind my head and opened my legs to what felt like the right width. I was scared, both by the dark and also the punishment I was going to receive. But a surge of excitement also pulsed through me.

 

As I waited in the darkness I also realised that I was becoming desperate to use the toilet. With the diet Mark had me on I had to drink copious amounts of water, which meant I had to urinate a lot more frequently than normal. Plus I never had a strong bladder in the first place. I began to fret over it, which even made the urge worse. I had just made up my mind to make a quick dash to the toilet when the door opened. Both Mark and Diane were framed by the light of the doorway. Mark flicked on the light, and both of them came to stand in front of me. I realised that despite the cool damp conditions of the garage my body was covered with a glow of perspiration.

 

Mark stared at my nakedness, increasing my anxiety.

 

“Are you wet?” he asked pointedly

 

I drew in my breath. I knew I could not lie. I had already suffered the consequences of lying. Even so, it was devastatingly embarrassing to admit I became sexually stimulated when treated in such a manner

 

Mark cocked his eyebrow, waiting for my response

 

“I think I might be,” I admitted sheepishly, looking down at my feet on the grimy garage floor.

 

“You might be!” Mark smiled, “Well I guess we just are going to have to check.”

 

I looked at Mark, pleading with my eyes, shaking my head from side to side.

 

“You don’t want me to?” he enquired, still grinning.

 

“No, sir,” I pouted, still shaking my head.

 

“Well, you know me, always the obliging one,” he smiled mischievously, “In that case we will have to get Diane to check you then.”

I looked at him mortified, “No, sir. Please, sir, not Diane” I pleaded.

 

I glanced at Diane. She was smiling like the cat that just found the bowl of cream. Clearly I was not going to get any support from her. I resolved to at least try delaying tactics

 

“Please, I desperately need to go to the toilet,” I pleaded, and it was the truth. The anxiety was increasing my need to urinate. “I will be quick, I promise.”

 

I unclasped my hands from behind my back and took a couple of quick steps towards the door.

 

“Did I give you permission to go anywhere,” Mark barked out, causing me to stop in my tracks.

 

“No, but I need to go desperately,” I again pleaded.

 

“Get back into position right now. You have just earned yourself extra punishment.”

 

I hung my head in defeat, shuffled back to where I had been standing, clasped my hands behind my neck and opened my legs. I could feel a tear rolling down my cheek.

 

Mark whispered into Diane’s ear, and whatever he said caused Diane to look at me and lick her lips. A shiver ran up my spine. I had always regarded Diane as a victim, like me, and felt hurt that she was now being the aggressor.

 

Diane walked behind me; standing so close I could feel her breath on the back of my neck. She smelt so fresh and clean, which made me feel embarrassed as I smelt of sweat.

 

“Open you legs wider,” she purred into my ear.

 

I obeyed

 

“Wider,” she again purred.

 

I thrust my feet out even wider. I prayed urine would not leak from my bladder. She ran a finger provocatively down my spine, and slowly over my buttocks. When her finger lightly touched my vagina, I moaned out loud, from a combination of gross embarrassment and excitement.

 

“Have you ever been touched by a woman before?” she whispered erotically into my ear.

 

“No.” I responded truthfully

 

“Do you like my touch?” Again she touched my vagina, this time with more pressure.

I was embarrassed beyond belief that I was being touched intimately by another woman, but the embarrassment only served to fuel my inner fires.

 

“Yes” I responded, blushing.

 

Then without warning her finger slid deep into my vagina. I was so wet and open she met no resistance.

 

She removed her hand and reached over so she was holding it just in front of my face, my juices clearly glistening on her finger. I could clearly smell my sexual scent.

 

“I think we know the answer,” she continued to whisper in my ear in her disarmingly erotic manner.

 

My breathing intensified. Mark watched on, clearly enjoying the show.

 

“Don’t you think you should clean my finger,” she cooed provocatively, holding the finger closer to my mouth.

 

Incredibly I opened my mouth and engulfed her finger, sucking hard, tasting my own juices on the back of my mouth.

 

Silently she withdrew her finger and a moment later I felt it brushing over my labia. I groaned again and bent my knees, trying to push myself down onto her finger

 

“Randy little bitch, aren’t you?” she cooed

 

I pressed down harder, and was rewarded by her sliding two fingers deep into my vagina. My hips began to rotate back and forth and I could feel an orgasm building quickly. I don’t think I had ever felt so randy.

 

I began to breath in short gasps and increased my hip thrusts on her fingers, but then to my dismay she removed them

 

“Nooooo!” I cried out in anguish. I stood there, panting, trying to get my hips back under control. I desperately wanted to orgasm.

 

Just as I gained a semblance of control over my body she entered me again, this time with what felt like three fingers. It felt so good and full. My body reacted instantly and quickly began to build to a crest of an orgasm. My hips were bucking and I was pressing my pelvis down as hard as I could on the intruding fingers.

 

But just as I was on the verge of coming she cruelly removed her fingers again. I cried out in frustration and bent my knees even further, trying to seek out her fingers. Then, too late, I realised I had put too much pressure on my bladder by opening my legs so wide and pushing down. I quickly straightened my legs and clamped my muscles tight, but it was too late and I my bladder was so achingly full. Urine began trickling out of me. I briefly reflected on the fact that this must be the most embarrassing moment of my life. I wanted to run, but knew it was too late. Urine was about to spray out of me, regardless of what I did. It was far too late to think of making it to a toilet.

 

“She’s peed on my hand!” Diane tried to sound horrified.

 

This only served to increase my misery. My plight was now well and truly visible to my young tormentors. I kept clamping my muscles, hoping beyond hope I could stem the trickle. But it was a lost cause. The trickle increased to a steady stream, running down my legs and puddling at my feet.

 

“Open your legs wide.” Even in my moment of abject misery Mark exerted his control over me.

 

I open my legs wide, and with that I lost all ability to control my bladder. Urine gushed out of me like a fountain, and splashed noisily on the garage floor. I was mortified, but as I looked down at myself I was also fascinated. Obviously, being a woman, I had never urinated standing up, and in fact would not have thought it possible.

 

After what seemed to me to be an eternity the flow lessened, reduced to a trickle, then stopped. I was surrounded by a puddle, and my feet were wet.

 

When I finally looked up at Mark, his eyes were wild with excitement. He seemed to have enjoyed my depraved display

 

“I am so sorry,” I apologised, chastising myself for getting into such a predicament.

 

“Get on your knees” was Mark’s response. He began opening the fly of his jeans and pulled out his fully erect penis.

 

I was embarrassed by the request, as Diane was present. I felt like I should ask for her consent, but dared not speak. Instead I went down on my knees, and realised I was kneeling in the pool of my own urine. Mark took my head roughly and thrust his erect penis deep into my mouth, causing me to briefly gag.

 

He thrust furiously and just as he orgasmed he pulled out of my mouth, shooting his sperm over my neck and breasts.

 

Mark stepped away from me, and zipped himself up. I looked down at myself. I was stark naked, kneeling in a pool of my own urine, and had the sperm of an nineteen year old dripping from me. I shook my head in utter disbelief. What had happened to my life?

 

“Stand up,” Mark directed me to my feet and pointed towards the centre of the garage, where I noticed for the first time there were two ropes hanging from the rafters. I was thankful to be able to step away from the urine puddle.

“Open your legs and stick your arms out to the side” Mark directed and I did as instructed.

 

He attached the ropes hanging from the ceiling to my wrists. At the same time Diane had picked up a bundle of ropes from the corner of the garage and was tying two of them to my ankles. Diane then handed Mark another rope which he tied tightly around my waist and then pulled in roughly through my labia, and secured it in the same manner he had done to me previously. Diane then took the last rope and looped it around my chest, pulling it tightly into my breasts before securing it at the back. Both of my breasts were now cut in half by the rope.

 

The ropes tied to my ankles were secured to opposite sides of the garage, so that my legs were forced open. Then Mark and Diane each took one of the ropes that was tied to my wrists, and looped them over the rafters. As they both pulled my arms were stretched up and outwards. As they continued to pull, my arms began to take my weight and my toes were just touching the ground. It was painful, but I gritted my teeth and determinedly tried to take my punishment. I was now suspended in a star shape. The ropes were tied off. I realised I could not move.

 

I noticed Mark walk to the door, then return in a few moments with the whip. Shivers went up my spine

 

“I was going to spare you the whip, but I think you deserve it, don’t you?” Mark enquired of me.

 

I was not quite sure why I deserved it. Was it because I was indecisive about whether my pussy was wet, or perhaps because I had urinated on the floor.

 Regardless, I knew it would be fruitless to argue the point.

 

“Yes, sir,” I answered in a whisper. The first blow was high above my buttocks and I screamed painfully. The second blow was on my thighs, and this was even more painful. The third strike of the whip was also across my thighs. I was already sobbing. The next three blows were flush across my buttocks. The pain was incredible, and I was begging him to stop. I would do anything for him to stop.

 

“That is the six I was going to give you. Now you will receive the extra punishment I promised you. Two more I think would be in order.” Mark loved exerting his total control over me.

 

I groaned, and pleaded for no more.

 

“Ask me to give you two more whippings.” Mark demanded

 

“Please no,” I pleaded

 

“Ask me!” he repeated angrily

 

Between sobs I managed to say, “Please whip me twice more sir.”

 

The whip rained down on my hapless buttocks two more times and I almost blacked out with the pain.

 

My captors then departed the garage, turning the light off as they closed the door. I cried into the darkness.