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THE TRAINING OF SLUT HEATHER
OR MY WEEK-END OF SERVITUDE AND HUMILIATION
CHAPTER VI THE PUNISHMENT CONTINUES
I was awaken by Mistress Ann several hours later as I heard her say,
"Heather, time to get up, we still have something to do before we depart
for the evenings entertainment." She helped pull my gown off, and led me
over to the dressing table and sat me down on the stool. She said, "We
need to make you look very pretty for the camera," as she proceeded to
intensify my make up.
I realized she was doing it in a very "Street Girl" cheap look as she was
getting a wig for me to wear. She pick out one that the beauty shop had
styled the day before, and it just complimented the "Whore" look.. She
added another pair of dangling earrings and choker necklace to complete
the look. I was a little surprised that she didn't add bracelets too, but
I knew better than to question her motives. She laid out a garter belt
with four stocking supports for each leg, red back seamed stocking, and
the six inch double ankle strap heels on the bed and said, "Put these on
while I get the camera set up, and come down to the basement, into the
medical room. And I expect those seams to be straight!" She added, "And
don't dwaddle in front of the mirror."
I dressed as fast as I could, but getting the seams straight was a little
difficult with the long finger nails on, and hooking the garter straps on
to the back of the stockings took some twisting and contortions on my
part. I was ready, and just took a quick glance in the mirror to make sure
my seams were straight. The trip down two flights of stairs in those 6"
heels was slow and awkward to say the least, but I finally made it, and
entered the Medical Room where I spent my first evening on the GYN table.
Ann must have heard my "Clomp, Clomp" noise as I descended the last few
steps, because see was just moving into the center of the room. She was
dressed in a terry cloth short robe, and a pair on wedge shaped mules on
her feet with those fuzzy little balls on top of each foot.
She said, "Let's go into the 'equipment room' where I have the camera set
up." I looked around the room, and could not locate the camera, thinking
this was the equipment room. But Ann said, "Follow me stupid, this is not
the equipment room."
She walked over to the far end of the room, and opened a sturdy looking
solid oak door, and ushered me in. I took several steps past the door and
stopped immediately since the room was dark, by that time Ann had entered
and flipped on the light switch. I realized that we were standing on stair
landing and there were six steps going down into the room. I blinked my
eyes a couple of times getting my eyes accustomed to the bright lights. I
gasped in amazement upon seeing what looked like a medieval dungeon, with
all the equipment and decorations hanging on the walls like manacles,
torches, maces, and other cruel weapons. Ann lead me over to the center of
the room and placed me under some chains, I looked up to see where the
chains were anchored, and realized this room was six steps lower than the
rest of the basement to make room for all the overhead equipment, like the
hoist above my head holding the chains.
Ann went over to an alcove in the stone wall, and opened a cabinet door,
and brought out an armful of what looked like leather straps, and several
long poles with eye bolts at each end of the poles. She then went over to
the corner of the room where that dreaded medical cart was sitting. Ann
dumped the straps onto it next to the pitcher. She proceeded to push the
cart over to where I was standing, and rummaged around the leather straps
and pulled out a matched pair with several "D" rings, and a long double
ended clip attached to one "D" ring on each strap. She seemed to know what
she was doing as she deftly wrapped one strap around my wrist in a figure
eight pattern until the clip came up through the palm of my hand.
She did the same to my other wrist, then picked up one of the poles and
clipped the free end of the one clip onto one of the eye bolts, and then
did the same to my other wrist clipping it to the other end of the pole.
It was then that I realized why she had not put bracelets on my wrists.
She lifted up the pole, and I noticed another eye bolt in the center of
the pole that she was attaching to the overhead chain. By this time, I
realized just what I was in for, and moaned, "Oh No, not suspension like
this!"
"Quiet," she admonished me, "I need to concentrate on what I am doing so
that we don't have an accident and hurt you." Next she put padded straps
around my ankles and clipped the other pole to the ankle strap "D" rings,
causing my legs to spread wide apart.
She went over to the far wall to a bank of switches, and pressed a green
button, and the winch started to hum, as the slack was slowly taken up, I
started to feel a strain on my arms. In a few more second, the strain was
worse as my heels started to come off the floor, then it stopped.
There I was suspended in the middle of the room with my arms held
straining over my head, my toes barely touching the floor and spread wide
apart. She walked over to me and around and around inspecting her
handiwork, and that all was safe and secure. Next she went over to where a
camera was mounted on a tripod, moved it to a position in front of me, but
a little off center and slightly to on side. She moved it several times
trying to get the best angle and proper framing of the subject(s), then
turned it on , and remove something from the bottom of the camera. She
held the device up and stated matter-of-fatly, "Remote control!"
She went over to the wall where the switches were, and turned several
floodlights on, and by the control switches, was able to center the
floodlights on me. She walked over to the cart, and picked up a thin chain
with something dangling from each end. As she got closer, I recognized the
excruciating alligator clamps she had used on me earlier. I pleaded, "Oh
Pleeeease Mistress, not the clamps again, please."
Ann only responded, "I like them on you, and beside, they will help to
keep your mind off the other pleasures that I enjoy." She proceeded to
clip each one on my nipples, and each time I let out a shrill scream. I
hung there for several minutes making horrible noises until the pain
subsided from a white hot pain to a very strong throbbing ache. Then she
picked up a lead fishing weight and said, "This is only an eight ounce
weight," as she proceeded to hang in the middle of the chain. causing a
stronger throbbing pain. She stepped back several steps, and aimed the
remote towards the camera, and pressed the button, a second later, A light
on the front of the camera blinked on, and I heard a faint click. There
was no flash since the flood lights were so bright, that meant I would not
notice when she took my picture unless I looked at the camera for the
blinking light.
I am going to let you get accustomed to the suspension and clamps, while I
prepare your next experience of suffering a female "monthly." With that
she picked up the dreaded pitcher, and left the room to fill it as she
always did. Even though she was far off in a different part of the house,
I could just image her running the tape water, mixing powders and
astringents, and God only knows what else. It seemed to take her a little
longer than usual, but she finally returned with the pitcher just over
half full and sat it down on the cart. Without saying a word, she started
humming quietly with a wicked smile on her face and proceeded to pull the
IV stand over closer to me, and then pour the solution it the bag. It was
then that I noticed what looked like steam coming from the top of the bag.
She placed her hands around the sides of the bag and exclaimed, "Wow, that
is hot. Oh, I forgot the wine!" She proceeded to retrieve the wine from
the bottom shelf of the cart, and measured out what looked like a cup of
wine, and added it to the bag. Testing the temperature again, she
murmured, "Ah, just right." As before, she lubed up the tampon, and
inserted her finger in to my ass and twisted it around before removing it.
She inserted the tampon, pulled out the applicator, then inserted the
vaginal tube, and with that familiar click, opened the valve. The water
was still very hot, and I let out a loud moan. And wiggled my ass as much
as I could while in suspension. It was very hot and stinging as it slowly
entered my intestines. Ann remarked, "That still is a little hot, but I
want it to take effect as fast as possible since I don't have all
afternoon to play with you."
As the bag was slowly draining, Ann walked over to another alcove in the
wall and opened a cabinet door and started rummaging about making several
selections. I could not see exactly what she picked out since she was just
out of my line of vision. She carried the items over to the cart and laid
them down, and then pulled the cart around behind me, but I did catch a
glimpse of what looked like several long braided ropes hanging over the
side of the cart before she disappeared behind me. Next, I heard her
remove a cap from a bottle, and I heard a gurgling sound like something
being poured from the bottle. Then I jumped from being startled by a very
cold feeling on my back as she obviously was wiping something all over my
back, shoulders, ass cheeks and upper back of my thighs.
While she was rubbing my back she stated, "This is only alcohol to help
prevent an infection." I really started to get scared since I now realized
that she was a very sadistic woman when she wanted to be, and I suspected
that she was going to cause more severe pain. I tried not to think about
what was going to happen next, but she removed all element of doubt when
she informed me what was coming next. "Now Heather, you need to prepare
your self mentally for what I am going to do next," she whispered in my
ear. She then clicked the valve wide open and let the last ruminants drain
out of the bag, closed the valve and removed the tube, before wiping my
ass dry with a paper towel.
Again She whispered in my ear, "Now, get mentally ready for the beating
of your life honey." As she stepped back she spoke out loud, " This is
going to hurt you a lot, but it will give me great pleasure, you enjoy
giving your Mistress pleasure, don't you."
I responded, "Yes Mistress, if it pleases you, but I don't think I am
going to like this!"
She retorted, "Don't think, just keep your mind on what I am doing pleases
me greatly. That way, you will be able to endure much more. Now, I am
going to start with this flogger that is made of twenty strips of suede
leather, it has a lot of weight, but too soft and pliable to inflict much
pain, but it will desensitize your skin for a heavier flogger."
The next thing I heard was a whooshing sound and something heavy hitting
my back. She was right, it didn't hurt much, but the inertia of it made my
body sway forward, jerking the weight hanging from my nipple clamps, and
within a second or two I felt a warming feeling where it had landed on my
back, and the aching intensify in my nipples. She continued with these
strokes slowly moving up and down my back, shoulders, ass, and back of my
thighs. After about three minutes of warming up my backside, as she put
it, she stopped, and moved back to the cart. I noticed that she aimed the
remote at the camera and pressed it again.
"Next," she said, "this is a little more severe flogger with only twelve
strand, but the leather is a little thicker and stiffer, causing a little
more stinging." She stepped back a little farther saying, "Oh it also is a
little longer." The first stroke didn't move my body forward as much as
the other flogger, but it stung like hell. She proceeded to repeat the
sequence as before, and by the time she stopped, My back was hot and
prickling with hot splotches up and down my whole backside area.
Again, she stepped back to the cart, and changed implements, she took
another picture, then she came around in front of me, and was holding a
three foot long single tail whip in her hand and held it up for me to see.
She then twisted my body around almost 180 degrees so that my back faced
the camera, and took several more pictures before returning me to my
original position. She then loosen her robe belt, and slipped off the robe
and let it fall to the floor for me to see her beautiful naked body. She
said in a very quiet voice, "You want to make me come again don't you
Heather?"
I was so scared at this point, I only nodded my head, yes. Anne proceeded
to start rubbing her body all over until she got down to her crotch and
then she dipped her finger into her pussy, squatted a little and plunged
it in and out several times before moaning a low sound, long and sexy. She
said, "I am really getting in the mood, so you had better please me
darling. Maybe you are wondering why I haven't gagged you, well because
the louder you scream, the more pleasure I receive."
With that she stepped back and I heard the whip crack several times before
I realized that she was warming up and getting the feel of the implement.
Then all of the sudden, I felt a hot searing pain explode on my back and
let out a shriek and lunged forward with my body to elude the pain, but by
that time it was too late. Before I was able to compose myself, another
hot explosion wracked my back, only a little higher, and I yelled,
"Oooow," and again another blow took me by surprise a little higher up and
I exhaled a louder AAARGH!
Ann moved close to my ear and whispered, "That is it my sweet, talk to me
in that pain receiving language." And I could feel her naked breast
against my body moving and bumping me as I suspected she was fingering
herself again.
Then she reached behind me with her other hand and rubbed my back very
gently which helped to ease the pain that was still radiating from my
back. She said, "Bitch, I have only started, you will scream louder before
I am through." And again I screamed from the next cut she landed up around
my shoulders, and twisted my body from the extreme pain and let out a loud
shriek. The next one was on the back of my thighs, and I hurt so much,
that while I screamed again, I involuntarily lifted my legs up off of the
floor and put all my weight on my wrists and arms. I let out an ear
piercing scream that could have been heard a mile away. She directed the
next two across my lower thighs, but not as hard and I continued to dance
up and down hanging from my wrists and arms.
Then she stopped and moved closer to me and reached down and grabbed my
cock, and said in a surprised tone, "Heather, you are very hard down here,
you must be getting aroused from this punishment!" She knelled down, and
took my cock in her mouth, and sucked on it for a minute and got it real
hard, at the same time she reached back and pulled gently on my tampon
string. Then rose up and stepped back and returned to the cart, and
retrieved another whip. This one she told me was a six foot bull whip
capable of drawing blood. It was very flexible and at the end of the thin
stranded fall, was a big knot and a cracker made of very thin rawhide.
She whispered in my ear (as she stroked her pussy even faster), Heather my
slut, you are going to get eight lashes with this beauty, and you will
scream as loud as possible, that I promise you!" I couldn't believe that I
was so hard, but a part of me begged for the whipping to stop, and another
part of me wanted more and harder, so that I could please my Mistress.
Mistress Ann stepped out in front of me with the whip curled in a coil at
her feet, and flipped it straight out in front of her and along side of
where I was standing. Again she drew back her arm and gently swung the
whip at my back and it barely hit me, but I realized that while it was
contacting the side of my body, the force from the inertia of the whip
made the whip gain speed as it curled around my back and snapped against
the far side of my back causing the end to pick up speed and snap with a
loud popping sound that stung even at that light stroke.
She seemed to be satisfied with the position she was standing in and said,
Heather get ready for the beating of your life, as she was fingering
herself with her free hand. I realized, that she was an expert with a six
foot bull whip, which was not very comforting to me at that time. She drew
back very slowly and with a flick of her wrist and then a follow through
with her arm moving forward she directed the whip like it was going to
wrap completely around my body. But, at the last instant she jerked her
wrist back with the arm following the movement causing the whip to hit my
side with a little sting, but as the tip picked up momentum from wrapping
around my back making the last twelve inches of the whip to slammed into
my body with such force that the pain generated was like a white hot poker
searing across my naked skin.
The sound I heard was so unreal, that I couldn't believe that the scream
came from me. Again she flipped the whip several times across the floor
and along side me until she had it in a position that pleased her, and
waited for a few seconds more for me to stop writhing. I closed my eyes
again just I saw her draw her arm back, and a split second later the
second stroke hit my back about six inches above the first stroke, and I
repeated the ear shattering scream, and lunged forward with such force
that my feet came off the floor. As I was moaning loudly and trying to
catch my breath, I heard her mummer softly, "Yes, Yes, On God Yesssss,
OOOH, yes."
She repeated the positioning of the whip along side my body, and was
really stroking her slit and said, "That was two." She immediately drew
back her arm and slung it forward with the same wrist motion, and this
time it struck the side of my ass and the tip coiled around my ass and cut
into my ass checks and continued around until it felt like a white hot
poker stabbing into the opposite side of my ass cheek. Again that
unearthly scream emanated form my throat, and I really danced up and down
dangling from my wrists.
Another, "Yes, Yessss, oh, Yesss," hissed from her lips as she almost
buckled from her knees with anticipation of what was to come next. Again
the next stroke hit me about four inches higher up my back than the second
stroke, and caused the same reaction from both of us as before. By this
time, I was praying to pass out, but Mistress Ann, must have known just
how hard to direct the whip so that I didn't pass out, at least not yet.
She moved closer to me and stroked my cock again, and said, "Honey, you
are still rock hard, I am so glad that we both are getting so turned on
giving and receiving such erotic pleasure as this."
She repeated the next two strokes with each going a little higher up my
back. And I repeated the same screams as before, but with a little less
volume since my voice was getting hoarse. "That was six, and the next two
will be the Croix De Gras, hopefully for both of us." She watched me as I
was still writhing in pain and whimpering and sobbing with tears streaming
down my face, causing my mascara to stream down my checks. She stepped
away for a second and I heard the camera click again. She returned and
said, "Yes my dear, we are almost there, God I am so hot, please, give me
some more earth shattering screams."
And with that she snaked the whip into position on the floor, and so
slowly and deliberately shook it a couple of times while stroking her slit
again before she reared back with her arm and unleashed a stroke that
slashed right into the small of my back and curled around to my far side
and popped so loud that I thought I was shot, and felt like a searing
bulled had hit me. My scream was so terrible that my throat was raw when I
stopped screaming a few seconds latter, but no sooner when I stopped, she
struck again right under the crease between where my ass ended and my
thighs began. The last thing I remembered as my last ounce of breathe
exuded a shrill scream, my knees buckled out from under me, and all my
weight was supported from my arms, was her gasping, "Oh Yeeessss,
Yeeeessss, that is it, yes, yes, yes aaahhh."
The next thing I remember was coming too, smelling that sharp stinging
feeling in my nose as I breathed the obnoxious ammonia fumes into my
lungs. I was so surprised when she put her arms around me and gave me a
big hug and ground her hips into my spent cock, and said, "That was so
lovely, we both came at the same time!"
I looked at her in surprise, and said, "Did I come?"
She replied, "Yes, just before you slumped down, and you spurted a full
minute after you were out of it. You were so wonderful taking all that
punishment, and screaming in such an audible way that I had one of the
best orgasms in months."
I thought to my self, she had a wonderful orgasm, but I don't even
remember mine at all. She spun me around again so that my back was facing
the camera and took several more pictures each at a little different angle
capturing the marks on each side of my body. She said, "I want to get
pictures of these lovely red welts stripping across your body, and the
little rivulets of blood seeping down from where the knot made contact.
Now, let's take you upstairs and clean you up and out."
Upstairs Ann let me relieve myself in the toilet, while she was retrieving
some things from Tom's "medical supply cabinet," as she put it. She lead
me back to my bedroom, and had me lay face down on my bed and proceeded to
apply a bacterial wash all over my back, then gently wiped my back dry as
I moaned with pain from the touching of my sensitive back.
She remarked, "You have such nice welts up and down your shoulders and
back, and those couple marks on your thighs are rather severe too. The
ones from the single tail whip will be with you for several days, but
those with the bull whip will be visible for at least a week! But, I am
afraid that the bloody spots from the knot will probably leave scars, at
least for several months. But I will have Tom look at your back when he
gets home later today."
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