Please try really hard to imagine my state as I rang the doorbell for my second visit after a full week of enforced chastity. I was becoming desperate.
So you remember I told you how I got arrested and Daddy sorted it out but then arranged for an unofficial penalty imposed by this specialist company which takes contracts from wealthy parents. After my first visit they locked me in this little chastity belt thing, just a few thin chains with a grill underneath so that my most sensitive nerve endings were out of bounds.
I had to tell Alec that I was off games due to short term “women’s problems” which is a guaranteed way of shutting down any male questions. We had a bit of a snog which left both of us gassed up and with no means of releasing the tension – well I provided him with a good hand job which left me as the only one, “dressed up with nowhere to go”.
When I told him the situation, he looked like a little boy who has been told Christmas is cancelled. I really don’t know how long I can keep him on the leash with no treats and, frankly, I don’t know how much longer I can carry on living my life as a nun.
Please try really hard to imagine my state as I rang the doorbell for my second visit after a full week of enforced chastity. I was becoming desperate. Ms Black admitted me to the entrance hall and, once the door was shut, she stared me in the face and, in a harsh and disapproving voice, asked how I was feeling.
I replied with total honesty that I really needed the horrible chastity device to be removed. And then I remembered my status here and added, “If it is at all possible”.
She smirked and asked if I was desperate for sex. I nodded and her expression became one of total disgust.
“So, after a mere seven days without intercourse you are desperate for sex – gagging for it. Would that be correct?”
I nodded, feeling utterly humiliated. She was not finished yet.
“I presume that someone as – active – as yourself would be on the birth control pill?”
Another nodded reply.
“Your father was of the opinion that many of your failings had their roots in being far too physically dependent on what we may call young stallions with their brains in their pants. Perhaps we need to make you associate sexual intercourse with less pleasant sensations. You know the way, into the changing room.”
So I went through the door into the same bare room as before and she had me place all my jewelry and hair clips on the table before ordering me to strip. Once again, I undressed completely under her stare and placed my clothes on the table. She walked around me and, when she was behind me, she grabbed my wrists and I found myself handcuffed with my palms facing outwards like little residual flippers. Then she unlocked the hated chastity thong and pulled it off.
“I think it is time for you to experience the annex.”
She made me walk ahead of her and she gave directions as needed. When the house had been built in the Georgian period, there had been a mews at the rear with stables for the horses which pulled the carriages. The shell of the stables still stood and had been a garage at some point although it now appeared disused. When we entered and I found my bare feet were on a cold concrete floor I was breathing in the smell of engine oil and I noted the overhead hoist, various workbenches and old machinery which I could not describe in any detail. My eyes were drawn to the large man who stood obviously awaiting our arrival. He was not in any way fat, he was just built large overall and clad in black cargo pants which were tucked into the top of his army boots. He wore a black shirt and a black combat sweater. His hair was cut in the military way and he had a small beard. Ms Black did a brusque handover to him.
“Be firm with her but don’t break her permanently.”
And then I was alone with him, completely nude and with my hands cuffed behind me. The air was a mix of his testosterone and my naked terror. He said that I needed to warm up and he barked at me to run on the spot with my knees coming up high. As I performed for him, he kept barking at me to get my knees higher and to do it “properly”.
He shouted at me to keep it up as he unhooked a small control box from the wall and, with the whirr of an electric motor, a chain came down from the overhead winch. I had been in absolute terror the moment I entered the garage but now I moved up into whatever comes beyond absolute terror. He hooked the chain onto my handcuffs and then it whirred upwards. Because of the way that I was cuffed and because the human body only bends in certain ways, my wrists went upwards and I bent forward at the waist so that I was staring at the floor and feeling painful tension on my arms. Fortunately he stopped the winch before there was any chance of my feet leaving the floor.
And then he moved out of my view behind me while I was bent over and effectively blinkered by my own hair falling over my eyes. That was when I felt his hand groping my fleshy outer lips and I involuntarily moved forward as far as I was able. Of course, I was very limited in how far I could move so I could not escape him and he continued to explore every detail of my pudenda including moving his fingers inside and having a repulsive feel around. After a week of enforced chastity, I was extremely sensitive and could not help embarrassing myself and becoming gassed up which filled the area with my aroma and my wailings. Just when I was on the point of my arousal taking full hold despite the horror of my position, he withdrew his hand and I felt a gaping nothing for perhaps two seconds before my rear exploded in pain.
At that point I could not see what he was using on me but I later discovered that it was a whip with many leather strips connected to a single handle. He was a very strong man and he used all his strength to lash my behind causing me to yell at every swipe. The lashes landed on buttocks, hips, thighs and back and he even brought the weapon up between my legs so the leather thwacked my already mauled pussy. This continued for some time leaving my face wet with tears and, when he got bored, he came around to look me in the face while still holding the whip. Tucking the whip under his arm, he took out his cock and moved it to my face ordering me to suck him off.
I was not in a position to argue so I obeyed which freed his hands to hold the whip and bring it down over my upper back while I vigorously worked on his, now rock hard, member. He came in my mouth and down my throat but still kept ramming into me even while I was choking on his cum and still the whip was coming down across my back.
He showed no sign of exhaustion but eventually withdrew stickily from my mouth, leaving me choking and gasping for air. He put his cock away but did not zip himself up while he unhooked me from the winch leaving my hands cuffed behind me. I almost fell over but he held me and dragged me to a long wooden workbench which he had me climb up on so that I was laying on my back and then he again took out his cock and swung himself on top of me.
He was completely hard again and wasted no time in ramming into me. Fortunately, I was still quite moist but the sheer girth and length of the invader was verging on painful. Once again, he was very energetic and long lasting and, of their own accord, my legs came up and gripped the sides of his body which put even more pressure on my cuffed hands beneath me. Yes, you did read that right, my own body was responding to him even though it hurt. My conscious, rational, independent mind had no role here and had possibly gone off to Brighton or somewhere all on its own. I had used the phrase, “Fuck me senseless” in the past but never really experienced it until this moment; I was quite literally senseless and completely under the control of whatever primal urges led the first cave woman who got fucked by a Neanderthal.
When he pulled himself off me I was barely conscious but I didn’t get to just lay there and doze. He manhandled me off the bench and kept me upright as he took me back to where the winch chain was still hanging. I was pretty much totally limp so it was easy for him to uncuff my hands and then cuff them in front and hook them to the winch. I was left swaying for a brief moment and then the winch whirred until I was standing with my arms above me at full stretch and he was slowly walking around me and feeling me up at will much as someone examines a car which he might buy.
He groped my boobs and landed a few stinging slaps across my bum then he went over to the wall and unrolled a fire hose which was fixed there. It had one of those levers on the nozzle so that he did not have to stand at the tap to turn it on. I knew what was going to happen but it was still a shock when the icy blast of water caught me full in the belly. It was like being punched and my legs buckled which brought my feet clear of the ground and I swung on the winch chain with the jet of water hitting me wherever he directed it. The force of the water jet kept me swinging and turning around so he had an easy aim at my face, back, bum, boobs and pussy. I had my eyes shut so was in a world of confusion, disorientation, pain and cold. In addition to the shock of the high pressure water, my arms were straining and flooding my brain with even more very loud pain signals.
When it ended I was hanging from my chain and very aware of the complete mess which I must have looked. I was dimly aware of him leaving the room and slamming the door behind him.
Dear Gentle Reader, try to imagine my position as I stood there with my bare feet on the cold concrete and my arms high above my head so that I was at full stretch with every single part of me hurting and my soaking hair sticking to my face. I gave several really hard tugs on my chains not that I had any chance of getting free but I needed to vent my anger and frustration. All the move did in practical terms was to bruise my wrists against the handcuffs so that it would take several days for the purple and blue marks to heal.
And my mind was in a total mess. How had I got myself into this position? Was he going to come back and start hitting me all over again? And why was I so confused about the whole thing? I had just been fucked in handcuffs without my giving a word of consent so had I been raped? But I had CHOSEN to be here because the alternative was losing Daddy’s money and having to get a job where some petty oik who happened to be a manager would be giving me orders. And the really difficult bit was that some dark part of me had actually liked it which made no sense at all. I had never had such a good fuck and the whole being dragged about and forced down on the workbench had been such a thrill.
All of these questions remained a total muddle when Ms Black came in. She was carrying my clothes with the shoes on top of the pile and when she set them down on the workbench – yes the same bench where I had been fucked – I saw silver colored metal chains attached to that little grill which had been pressed against my privates for the past week. This was too much and I was reduced to begging.
“PLEEEESE don’t put me in that thing again. I will be good, I’ll do whatever you want, he can screw me again if he wants to, he can whip me, he…”
“Stop whimpering!”
She folded back my jumper which was the top item on the pile and I saw more silverware underneath. It looked just like the other one but she lifted the grill in front of my face and I beheld the row of tiny metal dimples along the edges. As I stared, she pressed the grill against my left breast and I yelled at the feeling of the points. They could not be described as spikes, they were only a couple of millimeters high, but it did not take much imagination to place them against the soft flesh down below. No matter how tightly the device was locked onto me, there would be tiny movements as I walked and those little snubs of metal would dig into me where I was softest and most sensitive. She could see that I had got the message.
“We believe in free choice here so you can either be a good girl and help me to replace the restraint which you wore last week or we will force into little spiky. It is completely up to you.”
How could the bitch have the nerve to use the word, “choice”? But I knew I was beaten. I lifted my foot to allow her to slip the loop over it and pull it up my leg. Then she reached behind me and fastened the little padlock into the chains which went up over my bum cheeks (leaving the anus free to fulfil its purpose) and finally she locked in the chain which went over the top of my hip and completed the belt about my waist. She had that fake cheery tone which I had experienced before.
“That’s all good. I’ll just get you unchained and then you can get dressed. Back here same time next week. Be good and don’t be late.”
As I sat on the homeward bus, I wondered how I would tell Alec that my, “temporary women’s problems” were going to last for at least another week. The outcome was all too obvious because neither of us had ever mentioned the whole hearts and flowers thing. I knew that he only kept coming back because I am a great lay – WAS a great lay and, if I could not perform, he would go elsewhere. And then I saw my Daddy’s manipulative hand (no, don’t take that in a mucky way). Daddy could have forbade me from seeing Alec but he would know that I would probably defy him. So, instead, he had put me in this position where I was forced to accept the fact that I was little more than a whore who was paying for all Alec’s nice meals and treats by opening my legs. Now that the whore was out of business, her client would vanish over the hill and never be seen again.