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When The Itch Becomes Too Much
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Regina Servorum
Oh, I think you should definitely go inside! And as for bringing the rest of your colleagues - well, I wish my employer offered this kind of team building exercise!
Hypatia2020
Guard
Roberta
Senator
Please fill it out I am very curious to read your responses.Don't push meeeee!
I still have to fill in that form anyway.
Hypatia2020
Guard
Here they are :
Male or female disciplinarian?
Two males! In uniform!
Which implements and how many strokes?
Cat-o-nine tales. Attached to a whipping post. Forty strokes (each disciplinarian alternating)
Nude or just bare bottom?
Nude!
In the public punishment room, or a private booth?
Public!
Quietly clinical, or with harsh verbal humiliation?
Harsh! Verbal! Humiliation!
Just punishment, or corner time before/after?
Put me naked in the stocks before, to show me who is in charge!
And of course - will Madame be requiring any "personal time" after her punishment?
A good massage and a hot bath, with the female massagist.
Any other boxes the beautiful white-coated receptionist might be required to tick?
Just send the bill to my boss!
Roberta
Senator
FSG takes a little longer to fill out her questionnaire and on handing it back to the pert little receptionist with the judgemental face she says, “Bobbie and me are here together. The receptionist says, “You have been here before and know what to do, give these to my counterpart and tell her that you are together. Now the two of you go to the next room and strip you know the routine.” She then passes FSG both Questionnaires.
FSG follows Bobbie into the next room supervised by the same muscular attendant that had been there on her previous visit. The room is filled with people in all stages of dress and undress, the ones dressing having flushed faces, red eyes and some wicked red welts and bruises. Bobbie cannot help but stare squirming uneasily. As they were dressed rather scantily FSG suggests they share a locker. They booth quickly remove their sandals, loose fitting summer dresses, bra’s and panties. Bobbie cannot resist staring at FSG’s now nude body one she has seen many times while making love.
Together they go to the next door and meet the receptionist there. FSG explains that her and Bobbie are together. The receptionist looks at the questionnaires seemingly paying more attention to FSG’s. The attendant says “ you fat lesbos go face the wall and no talking” She follows us and says as she writes on Bobbie’s back “ you are number is 313 and you “ As she writes on FSG’s back “are number 314, for the rest of your time here those are your names” “ Now wait until your Mistress’s are free and they will call your numbers”
Facing the wall Bobbie slips her hand over FSG’s and squeezes it. She is excited yet scared. FSG smiles and wriggles her chubby body sexually.
After what seems like an eternity their numbers are called. Two mature leather clad Dommes wearing short leather skirts, black silk stockings and leather vests loosely fastened at the waist approach them. They both carry cat o’ nine tails with knotted ends. In unison they grab Bobbie and FSG by the arms and drag them to the centre of the room,. “So you two fat lesbo sluts want to be flogged together, endure pain, suffer for each other.” “We can arrange for that”. They fasten FSG and Bobbie’s wrists to wrist restraints hanging from the ceiling. Their ankles are fastened to spreader bars secured to the floor making it impossible for either of them to close their legs.
They arrange Bobbie and FSG such that they are facing each other. “So you want to be flogged?” the tails of the cats start striking their backs. Ss they jerk from the strikes their heavy breasts sway and jiggle. They try to kick and squirm but their movement is restricted. It is not long before they are both in tears and sobbing, it was what they had fantasized about. The Dommes flogged their backs leaving blood picks where the knots cut into their flesh, next their fat bottoms were flogged, the back of their thighs and even upper strikes between their legs. The Dommes now start on their breasts, slowly moving down to their bellies then their thighs. Bobbie and FSG are both screaming in agony when the Domme’s start to flog their sexes. The Dommes are skilled in how they flogged Bobbie’s and FSG raising them to a state of euphoria before they slump in their restraints.
When they come to Bobbie and FSG were tied to crosses, their welted bodies being crucified and exposed for all to see in an area of the facility that could be viewed by the passing public. Fully visible on signs in front of them are printed their vices, desires.
Bobbie’s sign:
MATURE PAIN SLUT
SELF-FLAGELLANT
MASTURBATOR
LESBIAN WHORE
ANAL FANATIC
MEAT SOW
LOVER OF FELLATIO AND CUNNILINGUS
ANAL RIMMING
LOVES FACIALS BUT SWALLOWS
RECEIVES IN ALL ORIFICES
SLAVE TO THE WHIP
LOVES FSG
FSG’s Sign:
BESEXUAL SLUT
EATS CUNT AND COCK
LOVES BEING WHIPPED AND STRAPPED, BRUTALLY
LOVES ROUGH SEX
LIKES IT UP THE ARSE
ENJOYS USING STRAP-ONS ON GIRLS AND BOYS
GETS WET AT THE THOUGHT OF BEING DISPLAYED NAKED IN PUBLIC
FSG follows Bobbie into the next room supervised by the same muscular attendant that had been there on her previous visit. The room is filled with people in all stages of dress and undress, the ones dressing having flushed faces, red eyes and some wicked red welts and bruises. Bobbie cannot help but stare squirming uneasily. As they were dressed rather scantily FSG suggests they share a locker. They booth quickly remove their sandals, loose fitting summer dresses, bra’s and panties. Bobbie cannot resist staring at FSG’s now nude body one she has seen many times while making love.
Together they go to the next door and meet the receptionist there. FSG explains that her and Bobbie are together. The receptionist looks at the questionnaires seemingly paying more attention to FSG’s. The attendant says “ you fat lesbos go face the wall and no talking” She follows us and says as she writes on Bobbie’s back “ you are number is 313 and you “ As she writes on FSG’s back “are number 314, for the rest of your time here those are your names” “ Now wait until your Mistress’s are free and they will call your numbers”
Facing the wall Bobbie slips her hand over FSG’s and squeezes it. She is excited yet scared. FSG smiles and wriggles her chubby body sexually.
After what seems like an eternity their numbers are called. Two mature leather clad Dommes wearing short leather skirts, black silk stockings and leather vests loosely fastened at the waist approach them. They both carry cat o’ nine tails with knotted ends. In unison they grab Bobbie and FSG by the arms and drag them to the centre of the room,. “So you two fat lesbo sluts want to be flogged together, endure pain, suffer for each other.” “We can arrange for that”. They fasten FSG and Bobbie’s wrists to wrist restraints hanging from the ceiling. Their ankles are fastened to spreader bars secured to the floor making it impossible for either of them to close their legs.
They arrange Bobbie and FSG such that they are facing each other. “So you want to be flogged?” the tails of the cats start striking their backs. Ss they jerk from the strikes their heavy breasts sway and jiggle. They try to kick and squirm but their movement is restricted. It is not long before they are both in tears and sobbing, it was what they had fantasized about. The Dommes flogged their backs leaving blood picks where the knots cut into their flesh, next their fat bottoms were flogged, the back of their thighs and even upper strikes between their legs. The Dommes now start on their breasts, slowly moving down to their bellies then their thighs. Bobbie and FSG are both screaming in agony when the Domme’s start to flog their sexes. The Dommes are skilled in how they flogged Bobbie’s and FSG raising them to a state of euphoria before they slump in their restraints.
When they come to Bobbie and FSG were tied to crosses, their welted bodies being crucified and exposed for all to see in an area of the facility that could be viewed by the passing public. Fully visible on signs in front of them are printed their vices, desires.
Bobbie’s sign:
MATURE PAIN SLUT
SELF-FLAGELLANT
MASTURBATOR
LESBIAN WHORE
ANAL FANATIC
MEAT SOW
LOVER OF FELLATIO AND CUNNILINGUS
ANAL RIMMING
LOVES FACIALS BUT SWALLOWS
RECEIVES IN ALL ORIFICES
SLAVE TO THE WHIP
LOVES FSG
FSG’s Sign:
BESEXUAL SLUT
EATS CUNT AND COCK
LOVES BEING WHIPPED AND STRAPPED, BRUTALLY
LOVES ROUGH SEX
LIKES IT UP THE ARSE
ENJOYS USING STRAP-ONS ON GIRLS AND BOYS
GETS WET AT THE THOUGHT OF BEING DISPLAYED NAKED IN PUBLIC
fat slave girl
Regina Servorum
I hang on the cross, the wood rubbing on my whipped back, legs and bum, the tight leather straps cutting into my wrists. Passers-by are pointing and laughing, reading my notice. One or two I recognise - neighbours, acquaintances, oh fuck, there's that woman from accounts at my firm!
I look over to Bobbie, and see that she's going through the exact same emotions. Her nipples are hard, and her labia are pouting, the inner flesh glistening with excitement at this glorious humiliating exposure. And as the first rotten tomato splats onto her massive breasts, and a second hits me square in the belly, I know there's nowhere I'd rather be than here, tortured and displayed alongside my lover!
I look over to Bobbie, and see that she's going through the exact same emotions. Her nipples are hard, and her labia are pouting, the inner flesh glistening with excitement at this glorious humiliating exposure. And as the first rotten tomato splats onto her massive breasts, and a second hits me square in the belly, I know there's nowhere I'd rather be than here, tortured and displayed alongside my lover!
fat slave girl
Regina Servorum
After several hours on display we were taken down. Sunburned, bloodied, exhausted and covered in whatever muck passers-by had been able to lay their hands on to hurl at us, we were still happy. We'd gone through the ordeal together and made it out the other side. Naturally, I was so fucking horny I couldn't wait to get Bobbie home and into a full sixty-nine. But that, it turned out, would have to wait. The staff had one last surprise for us.
"Let's go and get dressed" I said, rubbing my wrists which were badly chaffed from the thick leather cuffs which had been holding my considerable weight for the last few hours.
"Not so fast" said the Domme who had whipped me. "We've got one more ordeal for you pair of fat dykes!"
"But...but we've had the full treatment that we've paid for!" said Bobbie.
"Then think of this as a bonus for being such good customers!" the wicked Mistress leered. "Now get your lardy arses over there - NOW!"
A crack of the whip across the backs of our thighs had us scuttling in the required direction. Set up in the middle of the courtyard were a pair of whipping benches, with the Domme who'd dealt with Bobbie standing next to them. "No! We can't take any more whipping!" I screamed.
"You're not getting any more - not if you get yourselves over these benches RIGHT AWAY!" she barked. I couldn't understand what was going on, but still knew we had no choice but to obey. I dragged my stiff body onto the well-upholstered leather bench, grateful to rest my belly and knees on the soft material, even if I knew it wasn't going to remain comfortable for long. Bobbie clambered onto the other bench and very quickly we were wincing as leather manacles were once again tightened around our wrists and ankles. We were held in position, our massive thighs spread obscenely.
The Mistresses now came to stand before us. Their grins were pure evil. "When we heard we had a pair of fat old lesbians coming in for a session, we couldn't resist" the first said. "So we've arranged an extra session to show you what you're missing!"
"What we're missing?" I guessed what might be coming and instinctively tried to close my legs, useless as it was.
"Think of it as aversion therapy" said the other Mistress. "And believe me, we have plenty of horny hetero sluts who come here and pay good money for this!"
"For what?" Evidently Bobbie hadn't worked out what was going to happen. She was soon shown in no uncertain terms.
"This!" The Mistresses stood aside to reveal a group of a dozen men who'd now entered the courtyard. They were all naked and all aroused, their hands gently massaging their erections in preparation. "A punishment gangbang! If this doesn't stop you eating cunt and get you back to loving cock, nothing will!"
"But...but...ngghhh!!!" Bobbie's protests were cut short by a big black cock which was unceremoniously shoved into her mouth. A second hunk took up position behind her and slapped her hard across the bottom, before parting her huge bottom cheeks and sliding his prick inside her.
I felt a smack on my bum, reigniting the whip marks from our earlier session, followed by the glorious moment of my sex being filled with generous and very hard cock, as powerful hands filled themselves with the flesh of my waist. Another naked man appeared in front of me and held up his erection. I parted my lips and closed them around the shaft, revelling in the taste of masculinity. As I sucked, I said a little prayer to myself...
Please forgive me, my lesbian lover. I have no choice...
"Let's go and get dressed" I said, rubbing my wrists which were badly chaffed from the thick leather cuffs which had been holding my considerable weight for the last few hours.
"Not so fast" said the Domme who had whipped me. "We've got one more ordeal for you pair of fat dykes!"
"But...but we've had the full treatment that we've paid for!" said Bobbie.
"Then think of this as a bonus for being such good customers!" the wicked Mistress leered. "Now get your lardy arses over there - NOW!"
A crack of the whip across the backs of our thighs had us scuttling in the required direction. Set up in the middle of the courtyard were a pair of whipping benches, with the Domme who'd dealt with Bobbie standing next to them. "No! We can't take any more whipping!" I screamed.
"You're not getting any more - not if you get yourselves over these benches RIGHT AWAY!" she barked. I couldn't understand what was going on, but still knew we had no choice but to obey. I dragged my stiff body onto the well-upholstered leather bench, grateful to rest my belly and knees on the soft material, even if I knew it wasn't going to remain comfortable for long. Bobbie clambered onto the other bench and very quickly we were wincing as leather manacles were once again tightened around our wrists and ankles. We were held in position, our massive thighs spread obscenely.
The Mistresses now came to stand before us. Their grins were pure evil. "When we heard we had a pair of fat old lesbians coming in for a session, we couldn't resist" the first said. "So we've arranged an extra session to show you what you're missing!"
"What we're missing?" I guessed what might be coming and instinctively tried to close my legs, useless as it was.
"Think of it as aversion therapy" said the other Mistress. "And believe me, we have plenty of horny hetero sluts who come here and pay good money for this!"
"For what?" Evidently Bobbie hadn't worked out what was going to happen. She was soon shown in no uncertain terms.
"This!" The Mistresses stood aside to reveal a group of a dozen men who'd now entered the courtyard. They were all naked and all aroused, their hands gently massaging their erections in preparation. "A punishment gangbang! If this doesn't stop you eating cunt and get you back to loving cock, nothing will!"
"But...but...ngghhh!!!" Bobbie's protests were cut short by a big black cock which was unceremoniously shoved into her mouth. A second hunk took up position behind her and slapped her hard across the bottom, before parting her huge bottom cheeks and sliding his prick inside her.
I felt a smack on my bum, reigniting the whip marks from our earlier session, followed by the glorious moment of my sex being filled with generous and very hard cock, as powerful hands filled themselves with the flesh of my waist. Another naked man appeared in front of me and held up his erection. I parted my lips and closed them around the shaft, revelling in the taste of masculinity. As I sucked, I said a little prayer to myself...
Please forgive me, my lesbian lover. I have no choice...
MJMcHugh
Onlooker
C
Catholicschoolboi
Guest
Male or female disciplinarian?
-aMistress. They whip harder.
Which implements and how many strokes?
-single tail.....enough to cover with nice marks.
Nude or just bare bottom?
-naked and posed
In the public punishment room, or a private booth?
-full public view, within touch range and hearing.
Quietly clinical, or with harsh verbal humiliation?
- yes.
Just punishment, or corner time before/after?
-corner time, bound, blindfolded with markers for all to leave reviews.
And of course - will Madame be requiring any "personal time" after her punishment?
-yes, I DO hope Ma’am needs personal time.
Any other boxes the beautiful white-coated receptionist might be required to tick?
-please be cruel and creative.
Let’s open one!
-aMistress. They whip harder.
Which implements and how many strokes?
-single tail.....enough to cover with nice marks.
Nude or just bare bottom?
-naked and posed
In the public punishment room, or a private booth?
-full public view, within touch range and hearing.
Quietly clinical, or with harsh verbal humiliation?
- yes.
Just punishment, or corner time before/after?
-corner time, bound, blindfolded with markers for all to leave reviews.
And of course - will Madame be requiring any "personal time" after her punishment?
-yes, I DO hope Ma’am needs personal time.
Any other boxes the beautiful white-coated receptionist might be required to tick?
-please be cruel and creative.
Let’s open one!
Secret Keeper
Executioner
I am game:
Male or female disciplinarian?
I am male, so male it is.
Which implements and how many strokes?
Whips and dildos. I drive until she says the safe word.
I will have it out of her.
Nude or just bare bottom?
Nude. She may hide nothing.
In the public punishment room, or a private booth?
Her choice. Public costs extra. However, financial assistance is available. Terms will apply.
Quietly clinical, or with harsh verbal humiliation?
I can come up with some degrading words, a labor of love.
Just punishment, or corner time before/after?
Let me know first. I need the blue pill now.
And of course - will Madame be requiring any "personal time" after her punishment?
Mandatory.
Any other boxes the beautiful white-coated receptionist might be required to tick?
Of course some additions:
Cross or whipping post?
Nails or ropes?
Do you want to set the time duration now? Once set cannot be changed.
Do I get the job?
Male or female disciplinarian?
I am male, so male it is.
Which implements and how many strokes?
Whips and dildos. I drive until she says the safe word.
I will have it out of her.
Nude or just bare bottom?
Nude. She may hide nothing.
In the public punishment room, or a private booth?
Her choice. Public costs extra. However, financial assistance is available. Terms will apply.
Quietly clinical, or with harsh verbal humiliation?
I can come up with some degrading words, a labor of love.
Just punishment, or corner time before/after?
Let me know first. I need the blue pill now.
And of course - will Madame be requiring any "personal time" after her punishment?
Mandatory.
Any other boxes the beautiful white-coated receptionist might be required to tick?
Of course some additions:
Cross or whipping post?
Nails or ropes?
Do you want to set the time duration now? Once set cannot be changed.
Do I get the job?
cynthia the inocent
Tribune
What a lovely concept. If you find such a place please let me know. We do a lot of experimenting , but to find someone trained in the art of recreational bdsm would be deliciousI love the idea FSG! I work out at the gym 4-5 days a week to stay in shape and reduce stress. If I could just drop by the local Dominatrix R Us for a little stress relief, and have a Dominatrix give me a "work over", that would be awesome
Great idea FSG, find some financial backing and open a few
cynthia the inocent
Tribune
I am all a fluster. What a marvelous way to relieve tension. It would even be better were I there. Thank you