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K another trip.
I had saved for the last few months and yet again I was ready for a trip to `the pussy salon`
I won`t bore you with details of dressing or breakfasting, and it will suffice to say that my hubby Melvin, was off on another trip today, the k**s staying with my mother, for the week no doubt out riding on their favourite ponies once more, and I was dressed ready for my punishing adventure once I had dropped of Melvin, at the airport, still unaware poor soul of what I as his wife, was about to receive, because I felt I deserved punishing. He had screwed me royally since arriving home, I could not complain of that, and now still all innocently off he was going yet again, and of course with him away for another two and a half-weeks, it would I hoped be time enough for any marks to have gone.
Our only contact would be the telephone every evening, 7pm local time regular as a clock before the k**s bedtime, consistent as always, my lovely Melvin, solid and reliable and a loving wonderful dad and hubby who I love so very much, I hate this subterfuge, but I needed this pain and punishment so desperately and unbeknown to him it keeps his oversexed wife sane and satisfied.
At the airport we kissed, a long and passionate kiss, then he was gone once more, his suitcase in hand, striding through the crowd on the concourse, to quickly vanish, gone once more to work to provide for the k**s and me. I turned the car homeward once more, the traffic heavy, realising that there would just be time to have a quick coffee, as I didn’t fancy dinner, before my taxi was due, I had booked it when Melvin was at a friend`s. Sharp to time as always at 1.30 it drew up, it was the same driver as always, trying to make conversation, maybe he fancies me, or perhaps he`s just nosey, either way I never feel much like talking on these trips. I give him instructions to the same place as always, a small park on the corner of the big crossroads, mentioning my friend gets me home and dropping him a tip as I alight. I watch him drive off then wander to `the pussy salon` butterflies doing a dog fight in my belly as I walk.
The receptionists warm smile was welcoming, and familiar, I gave the name I use here, she took the cash and then pointed me to the waiting room, I by now knew my own way, as this was probably the tenth or twelfth time, I had visited over the last eight years. Pat the woman that had once interviewed me popped in to see me, saying Rob would be a few minutes, and passing the time of day, trying to interest me in a video of the session , but I wasn’t interested, as if Melvin found it, it would be a disaster, and I don`t need complications, she said then that “watching Rob discipline me was a big turn on for her and did I mind…” she`s nice Pat, at least she was honest, …so I asked if “she would she like to come and watch me suffer first hand?” she smiled and thanked me, saying that it was slack today, and yes, she would love to get involved, then she sat with me chatting about this need of mine, that had me here every few months, and trying to equate it to her own feelings of need. It was about 15 minutes till Rob, my regular short but stocky chastiser, entered. He was as usual totally naked, and between his legs hung his thick 8 incher and balls like a horse. He smiled a greeting walked to the door I had arrived from and bolted it ritualistically there was now no turning back. He came to stand beside the seat right next to Pat where he said, “Kay isn’t it I am Rob, I am glad to see your back?” he looked at Pat as if to ask why she was here. I answered for her that “she is here to observe for me as perhaps I needed moral support this time!”
He laughed, told me the safe word was mercy, then to Pat he said, would she do him the honour of being naked then, as he had always wanted to see her that way. She smiled, then said “oh, really!” and then smiling she took of her clothing as I took off mine. Naked now we were led into the dungeon, under the greedy eye of a fast stiffening Rob, his boss Pat noting the errection in a glance that said she was treating it as a compliment.
Nothing had changed, it was the chamber that I had suffered in time and again, sometimes having to be helped from this place unable to walk my marks and welts causing me so much discomfort, physically drained but mentally cleaned of the need to be punished at least for a month or two.
Rob had collected cuffs, saying to Pat that she should fit them to me, and watching the gentle way she placed them onto each of my wrists, that done I was told to kneel which I did, I was then lashed with a flogger, wow how that stung, after the initial 5, the strokes fell relentlessly10, then 15 lashes, all harsh and telling rained down, on my back and my bum, swat. swat, swat, 20 lashes or more, (I had lost count at 16,) the target area now on fire from the fairly rapid cuts that regular as a metronome made me tender and aware of just how much I needed the mixed feelings of loving and hateing this atonement.
That beating stopped and Rob swept me up and attached my wrist cuffs to the rope pully behind me and I was pulled into a bent over standing position, before my fuddled brain was capable of protest, not that I would have done so. I was aware of Pat at my side saying soothing platitudes, though for the life of me I could not tell what she said. Rob meanwhile taking the flogger to the table and returning with a long schoolmasters cane. Pat stuck out her arse, and bent to kiss me, her lips hot on mine, it was a target Rob couldn’t resist, the cane struck across her rump once, twice, three times, her moan of surprise then satisfaction echoing round the chamber. As Rob moved his position, then struck me on my already stinging arse, and the backs of my thighs. I counted at least a dozen welts when I got home, but there were many more strokes than that regular and paced. They ceased for a moment or two while clamps were attached to my nipples, Rob explaining as he did that, “it was a slack day, and he normally timed the sessions to ¾ of an hour, however as Pat was here today and as he had long wanted to have fun with her body, with there being no more folk to deal with, he would extend the session, if we both agreed?”
I said, “there was no one at home tonight but that I couldn’t afford to pay more!” at which Pat actually laughed, then kissed him, saying she had wanted to be present at one of my sessions for an age, but had not wanted to say so. That my bravery had sparked something in her and she had so wanted to be treated as I was, oh and that this was to be her treat if afterwards I would like to spend some time with her!” now me I haven’t had a woman in my life since I got married that first time, well nothing heavy, but at that moment, bent double as I was, my heart went out to Pat, and I craved the gentle caress of a woman`s touch, it beat the prospect of an empty home tonight. I nodded my agreement, and immediately the first swipe of that cane landed across my rump.
Rob placed cuffs on Pat the second lift soon had her in a like position to mine, bent double arms high above her back, her face close to mine, we kissed, it was not a peck it was a deep loving kiss that said we needed this to distract us both from the cane we knew Rob would soon be used on our bodies.
He began just above my knees a single whooshing stroke that left me paddling about from foot to foot with the intense pain across both lower thighs, desperately trying not to cry out in front of my new lady friend! He moved himself to a better position and copied the stroke on Pat, she pulled back from my lips and a shriek of pain from deep within her body said she was finding this hard, and she had no such control.
The initial pain of my first cut had by this time settled to a throb when the second arrived low on my arse cheeks, the cane struck from my right just managing to strike the tip of my tender sex lips, but not enough to do damage, the buttocks themselves taking the main force. I screamed, but before I could really react a second stroke parallel to the first arrived, it was unexpected, and the double whammy of the hit, dislodged the clamp on my right nipple as I involuntarily jumped forward, which in-turn jerked my arms uncomfortably held as they-where above my back.
Rob grinned, collected the clamp and refitted it to my bruised nipple, giving both an extra half turn to ensure they stayed, then turning to my sister-in-pain, he gently fondled her breasts, softly squeezing the nipples stiff and proud that adorned her matronly and ample bosom explaining that “ since I worked here I have wanted to have you under my spell Pat, and this is all my fantasies at once!” In reply she didn’t say a word, gave no indication of approval or disapproval, only the merest flicker of an eye betrayed her having heard at all. Her lack of reaction spurred him to turn and fetch a second pair of clamps these he knelt and fitted to her nipples, obviously enjoying the sensation as he screwed the little pests up tight, then kissing her on the forehead as he twisted the clamps another half turn to cause that excruciating pain that only us girls can understand.
She bit her lip, our eyes exchanging deep meaningful exchanges that said so much.
He picked up his cane once more, swish, and instantly her face registered the swipe hitting suddenly across the seat of her backside, luckily her size meant her sex was not in the firing line, her ample cheeks taking the full force though before she could scream out the second strike arrived, now he was getting into his stride, as a third, struck the by now tearful and jigging about target. He returned his attentions to me, whap, whap, whap all on my arse, laid out perfectly I later found when I perused the welts in a mirror, the pain like a number of red hot bars had been jammed against me, I cried out, tears fell, as he turned to my companion and swiftly added three marks to her collection our eyes met though neither of us could see well, for the vail of tears or the pain across our backsides, that centred our minds so well. I remember my thighs trembling, and I couldn't stop them!
Blows now fell like rain on a crinkly tin roof, persistent and noisily, every hit on Pat or myself now adding to our agony, she began to cum, eyes rolling ecstatic grunting breath, it was obvious and it triggered my own climax, my arms aching, arse on fire, I began to black out the feelings so intense.
The next thing I could remember he was releasing me, his now slack tool slapping against his thighs as he lay me on the cool wet floor, my arms feeling as if they had been wrenched from their sockets, he left me lying in a pool of my own piss and probably Pats too, my bladder having released while I was out of it, there were traces of his seed on my leg too I noticed as he moved to release her though whether she had blacked out I never knew. Rob removed the cuffs, first mine then Pats, not a lot was said, other than “wow” and from Rob commiserations and the comment that “he had never been so excited by a session before, he could usually control his emotions…!” Pat not having hung on her arms as heavily as I had, silently looked at him, then hauled him too her, kissed him passionately and said, “did you mean what you said about, about, well, wanting me since you met me?” he said “he most certainly did”, and she replied that “well we will have to see, not all the men I`ve had in my life have been so brutal!” which had us all grinning, pat and I leant on Rob, upstairs to her flat on the top floor, half carrying me to the shower, Pat telling Rob she would see to me now and that after she had had the night to contemplate him and his needs, they would talk in the morning, he was to report to her office at 9 am. He answered, “yes mistress!” and smiling and nodding at her, he bade us both goodnight and withdrew.
I asked her as she was getting into the shower, if she would be calling my taxi soon, but she smiled that slow smile of hers, and asked again if “I really wanted to go home to an empty bed, or would I rather share hers, as she needed company too!” I looked up and she added, “we could count these delicious welts we have shared” It was a bold comment, I laughed, and in answer I stepped in with her under the warm jet, we kissed, long and sensuously then gently soaped one another each knowing the others pain.
In her sitting room she has one of those multi-screen cctv monitors, my clothes being still down in the waiting room and my body still throbbing, damp and only covered in a towel, I took my place near naked on the sofa, pat fetching us both a stiff drink. On one of the monitors was an older woman having electrical punishment from a man in his 40`s, and on another a youngish man spread-eagled with his balls in a clamp device, with a young and pretty lass tightening the screws, the other two dungeons were empty, and there was no one in the rest room either or the reception, which a sprightly stepped Rob was just leaving, his shift over! Pat watched him go, turning up the volume on the male dungeon as she explained that “he was a lovely single man now, his wife having passed away two years ago.” She said that “He had been with the firm just over a year and had taken to the work like a fish to water,” she rambled on that she herself had been chastised a number of times and that she had tried all the different types of treatments on offer here, and but with other operators, just not Rob!” Explaining that she “had lied just to get to meet me and to try and get Rob to say what his eyes had told her for months, though as his boss, he had been less forthcoming than she had wanted, swearing me to secrecy and saying that she “thought perhaps she was a little in love with him! ” She said she had “always been bi” and “that she had fancied me from the first time I had visited, rubbing one out up here as I was treated each time I had been in the place, and as a friend she hoped I would visit more frequently now we were pain-buddies!”
Gently we made love, accompanied by the screams of the man in the background, his balls in agony begging the lass for mercy. Pat explaining that he had cheated on the girl (one of her operators) and this was her revenge, though she was an expert and knew just how far to take things.
I knew then I should be back to visit this flat again soon if only to make love and observe...
I had saved for the last few months and yet again I was ready for a trip to `the pussy salon`
I won`t bore you with details of dressing or breakfasting, and it will suffice to say that my hubby Melvin, was off on another trip today, the k**s staying with my mother, for the week no doubt out riding on their favourite ponies once more, and I was dressed ready for my punishing adventure once I had dropped of Melvin, at the airport, still unaware poor soul of what I as his wife, was about to receive, because I felt I deserved punishing. He had screwed me royally since arriving home, I could not complain of that, and now still all innocently off he was going yet again, and of course with him away for another two and a half-weeks, it would I hoped be time enough for any marks to have gone.
Our only contact would be the telephone every evening, 7pm local time regular as a clock before the k**s bedtime, consistent as always, my lovely Melvin, solid and reliable and a loving wonderful dad and hubby who I love so very much, I hate this subterfuge, but I needed this pain and punishment so desperately and unbeknown to him it keeps his oversexed wife sane and satisfied.
At the airport we kissed, a long and passionate kiss, then he was gone once more, his suitcase in hand, striding through the crowd on the concourse, to quickly vanish, gone once more to work to provide for the k**s and me. I turned the car homeward once more, the traffic heavy, realising that there would just be time to have a quick coffee, as I didn’t fancy dinner, before my taxi was due, I had booked it when Melvin was at a friend`s. Sharp to time as always at 1.30 it drew up, it was the same driver as always, trying to make conversation, maybe he fancies me, or perhaps he`s just nosey, either way I never feel much like talking on these trips. I give him instructions to the same place as always, a small park on the corner of the big crossroads, mentioning my friend gets me home and dropping him a tip as I alight. I watch him drive off then wander to `the pussy salon` butterflies doing a dog fight in my belly as I walk.
The receptionists warm smile was welcoming, and familiar, I gave the name I use here, she took the cash and then pointed me to the waiting room, I by now knew my own way, as this was probably the tenth or twelfth time, I had visited over the last eight years. Pat the woman that had once interviewed me popped in to see me, saying Rob would be a few minutes, and passing the time of day, trying to interest me in a video of the session , but I wasn’t interested, as if Melvin found it, it would be a disaster, and I don`t need complications, she said then that “watching Rob discipline me was a big turn on for her and did I mind…” she`s nice Pat, at least she was honest, …so I asked if “she would she like to come and watch me suffer first hand?” she smiled and thanked me, saying that it was slack today, and yes, she would love to get involved, then she sat with me chatting about this need of mine, that had me here every few months, and trying to equate it to her own feelings of need. It was about 15 minutes till Rob, my regular short but stocky chastiser, entered. He was as usual totally naked, and between his legs hung his thick 8 incher and balls like a horse. He smiled a greeting walked to the door I had arrived from and bolted it ritualistically there was now no turning back. He came to stand beside the seat right next to Pat where he said, “Kay isn’t it I am Rob, I am glad to see your back?” he looked at Pat as if to ask why she was here. I answered for her that “she is here to observe for me as perhaps I needed moral support this time!”
He laughed, told me the safe word was mercy, then to Pat he said, would she do him the honour of being naked then, as he had always wanted to see her that way. She smiled, then said “oh, really!” and then smiling she took of her clothing as I took off mine. Naked now we were led into the dungeon, under the greedy eye of a fast stiffening Rob, his boss Pat noting the errection in a glance that said she was treating it as a compliment.
Nothing had changed, it was the chamber that I had suffered in time and again, sometimes having to be helped from this place unable to walk my marks and welts causing me so much discomfort, physically drained but mentally cleaned of the need to be punished at least for a month or two.
Rob had collected cuffs, saying to Pat that she should fit them to me, and watching the gentle way she placed them onto each of my wrists, that done I was told to kneel which I did, I was then lashed with a flogger, wow how that stung, after the initial 5, the strokes fell relentlessly10, then 15 lashes, all harsh and telling rained down, on my back and my bum, swat. swat, swat, 20 lashes or more, (I had lost count at 16,) the target area now on fire from the fairly rapid cuts that regular as a metronome made me tender and aware of just how much I needed the mixed feelings of loving and hateing this atonement.
That beating stopped and Rob swept me up and attached my wrist cuffs to the rope pully behind me and I was pulled into a bent over standing position, before my fuddled brain was capable of protest, not that I would have done so. I was aware of Pat at my side saying soothing platitudes, though for the life of me I could not tell what she said. Rob meanwhile taking the flogger to the table and returning with a long schoolmasters cane. Pat stuck out her arse, and bent to kiss me, her lips hot on mine, it was a target Rob couldn’t resist, the cane struck across her rump once, twice, three times, her moan of surprise then satisfaction echoing round the chamber. As Rob moved his position, then struck me on my already stinging arse, and the backs of my thighs. I counted at least a dozen welts when I got home, but there were many more strokes than that regular and paced. They ceased for a moment or two while clamps were attached to my nipples, Rob explaining as he did that, “it was a slack day, and he normally timed the sessions to ¾ of an hour, however as Pat was here today and as he had long wanted to have fun with her body, with there being no more folk to deal with, he would extend the session, if we both agreed?”
I said, “there was no one at home tonight but that I couldn’t afford to pay more!” at which Pat actually laughed, then kissed him, saying she had wanted to be present at one of my sessions for an age, but had not wanted to say so. That my bravery had sparked something in her and she had so wanted to be treated as I was, oh and that this was to be her treat if afterwards I would like to spend some time with her!” now me I haven’t had a woman in my life since I got married that first time, well nothing heavy, but at that moment, bent double as I was, my heart went out to Pat, and I craved the gentle caress of a woman`s touch, it beat the prospect of an empty home tonight. I nodded my agreement, and immediately the first swipe of that cane landed across my rump.
Rob placed cuffs on Pat the second lift soon had her in a like position to mine, bent double arms high above her back, her face close to mine, we kissed, it was not a peck it was a deep loving kiss that said we needed this to distract us both from the cane we knew Rob would soon be used on our bodies.
He began just above my knees a single whooshing stroke that left me paddling about from foot to foot with the intense pain across both lower thighs, desperately trying not to cry out in front of my new lady friend! He moved himself to a better position and copied the stroke on Pat, she pulled back from my lips and a shriek of pain from deep within her body said she was finding this hard, and she had no such control.
The initial pain of my first cut had by this time settled to a throb when the second arrived low on my arse cheeks, the cane struck from my right just managing to strike the tip of my tender sex lips, but not enough to do damage, the buttocks themselves taking the main force. I screamed, but before I could really react a second stroke parallel to the first arrived, it was unexpected, and the double whammy of the hit, dislodged the clamp on my right nipple as I involuntarily jumped forward, which in-turn jerked my arms uncomfortably held as they-where above my back.
Rob grinned, collected the clamp and refitted it to my bruised nipple, giving both an extra half turn to ensure they stayed, then turning to my sister-in-pain, he gently fondled her breasts, softly squeezing the nipples stiff and proud that adorned her matronly and ample bosom explaining that “ since I worked here I have wanted to have you under my spell Pat, and this is all my fantasies at once!” In reply she didn’t say a word, gave no indication of approval or disapproval, only the merest flicker of an eye betrayed her having heard at all. Her lack of reaction spurred him to turn and fetch a second pair of clamps these he knelt and fitted to her nipples, obviously enjoying the sensation as he screwed the little pests up tight, then kissing her on the forehead as he twisted the clamps another half turn to cause that excruciating pain that only us girls can understand.
She bit her lip, our eyes exchanging deep meaningful exchanges that said so much.
He picked up his cane once more, swish, and instantly her face registered the swipe hitting suddenly across the seat of her backside, luckily her size meant her sex was not in the firing line, her ample cheeks taking the full force though before she could scream out the second strike arrived, now he was getting into his stride, as a third, struck the by now tearful and jigging about target. He returned his attentions to me, whap, whap, whap all on my arse, laid out perfectly I later found when I perused the welts in a mirror, the pain like a number of red hot bars had been jammed against me, I cried out, tears fell, as he turned to my companion and swiftly added three marks to her collection our eyes met though neither of us could see well, for the vail of tears or the pain across our backsides, that centred our minds so well. I remember my thighs trembling, and I couldn't stop them!
Blows now fell like rain on a crinkly tin roof, persistent and noisily, every hit on Pat or myself now adding to our agony, she began to cum, eyes rolling ecstatic grunting breath, it was obvious and it triggered my own climax, my arms aching, arse on fire, I began to black out the feelings so intense.
The next thing I could remember he was releasing me, his now slack tool slapping against his thighs as he lay me on the cool wet floor, my arms feeling as if they had been wrenched from their sockets, he left me lying in a pool of my own piss and probably Pats too, my bladder having released while I was out of it, there were traces of his seed on my leg too I noticed as he moved to release her though whether she had blacked out I never knew. Rob removed the cuffs, first mine then Pats, not a lot was said, other than “wow” and from Rob commiserations and the comment that “he had never been so excited by a session before, he could usually control his emotions…!” Pat not having hung on her arms as heavily as I had, silently looked at him, then hauled him too her, kissed him passionately and said, “did you mean what you said about, about, well, wanting me since you met me?” he said “he most certainly did”, and she replied that “well we will have to see, not all the men I`ve had in my life have been so brutal!” which had us all grinning, pat and I leant on Rob, upstairs to her flat on the top floor, half carrying me to the shower, Pat telling Rob she would see to me now and that after she had had the night to contemplate him and his needs, they would talk in the morning, he was to report to her office at 9 am. He answered, “yes mistress!” and smiling and nodding at her, he bade us both goodnight and withdrew.
I asked her as she was getting into the shower, if she would be calling my taxi soon, but she smiled that slow smile of hers, and asked again if “I really wanted to go home to an empty bed, or would I rather share hers, as she needed company too!” I looked up and she added, “we could count these delicious welts we have shared” It was a bold comment, I laughed, and in answer I stepped in with her under the warm jet, we kissed, long and sensuously then gently soaped one another each knowing the others pain.
In her sitting room she has one of those multi-screen cctv monitors, my clothes being still down in the waiting room and my body still throbbing, damp and only covered in a towel, I took my place near naked on the sofa, pat fetching us both a stiff drink. On one of the monitors was an older woman having electrical punishment from a man in his 40`s, and on another a youngish man spread-eagled with his balls in a clamp device, with a young and pretty lass tightening the screws, the other two dungeons were empty, and there was no one in the rest room either or the reception, which a sprightly stepped Rob was just leaving, his shift over! Pat watched him go, turning up the volume on the male dungeon as she explained that “he was a lovely single man now, his wife having passed away two years ago.” She said that “He had been with the firm just over a year and had taken to the work like a fish to water,” she rambled on that she herself had been chastised a number of times and that she had tried all the different types of treatments on offer here, and but with other operators, just not Rob!” Explaining that she “had lied just to get to meet me and to try and get Rob to say what his eyes had told her for months, though as his boss, he had been less forthcoming than she had wanted, swearing me to secrecy and saying that she “thought perhaps she was a little in love with him! ” She said she had “always been bi” and “that she had fancied me from the first time I had visited, rubbing one out up here as I was treated each time I had been in the place, and as a friend she hoped I would visit more frequently now we were pain-buddies!”
Gently we made love, accompanied by the screams of the man in the background, his balls in agony begging the lass for mercy. Pat explaining that he had cheated on the girl (one of her operators) and this was her revenge, though she was an expert and knew just how far to take things.
I knew then I should be back to visit this flat again soon if only to make love and observe...
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