Whip her

[Loinclothslave]

Last night I dreamed about being tied down entirely naked, with my legs spread obsecenely wide... right in the middle of a truck-parking... and then the truckers were invited to fuck me... all of them used my horny cunt... but I woke up before it began... dripping wet and sweating and hot...

Mmmmmm

I begin to doubt if I´m normal...

seems to me you fit in rather well here!

 

[slvad]

You are nymphomaniac like me.... Maybe also masochist, you know more... You must try if you can receive pain

 

[Mikerytel]

Mmmmmm

seems to me you fit in rather well here!

Hot naked abnormal women are the best

 

[catOnine]

After the test....

 

[slvad]

Beg them to piss you, whip you, humiliate degrade you....

 

[catOnine]

Beg them to piss you, whip you, humiliate degrade you....

I´d not dare to do so.... to be whipped would be ok, but pissed on.... neither SIR would allow that nor the brothel-owner, I´m sure.

 

[twonines]

No need to hold back with the whore idea, my friend. I told you, I´m a bit addicted to that theme....

Thanks. I may take you up on that, and when I get time, fictionalise your Hungarian adventure.

 

[twonines]

The British Airways flight from Heathrow to Budapest was full and contained the usual run of passengers, businessmen and women, tourists and weekenders, but one couple stood out from the rest. He was a tall, powerfully built man with dark hair, greying slightly at the temples, who exuded an air of authority which was difficult to define, while his companion was a stunning blonde, who by contrast, appeared to be much more subservient by nature waiting on his every word. She was certainly striking in appearance, with a classical hour glass figure, emphasised by the clinging white knitted dress she was wearing. When she moved down the cabin, it was obvious that she was braless, and if she was wearing any underwear at all, it could only be a minute thong.
Although none of their travelling companions were aware of it, she was in fact Cat-o-Nine, famous in Fetish circles for her ability to endure the lash and he was her Master, who she always referred to and addressed as `Sir`, and they were, in fact, travelling to a Fetish Party in a castle in central Hungary where Cat would be stripped naked and `Sir` would administer sixty lashes with his single tailed whip for the delectation of the many onlookers.

"Sir, I have an uneasy feeling about this whole business, we will be in a strange country, what will happen if anything goes wrong?"

"What can go wrong? You`ve taken sixty several times before with no problems, and we are being paid handsomely, a high fee plus all expenses. Don`t worry."

After the plane landed and the pair had collected their luggage and passed through Customs, they made their way to the pre-agreed meeting point to meet their host, Count Istvan Nagy.
Nagy politely welcomed his guests, making small talk about their trip and generally exchanging pleasantries, before escorting them to the Car Park where his large Mercedes saloon was stationed. They all entered and, once their luggage had been stowed, began the long journey into the interior and Castle Nagy.
The trip took about four hours, and on arrival, Nagy had his major domo show them to the luxurious room which was be their home for a couple of nights. They were informed that dinner would in an hour and that the Party would commence immediately afterwards so it was advisable to change into their party gear.
`Sir` always wore black trousers and a white shirt for their performances and Cat a relatively cheap, disposable ensemble that `Sir` could destroy when he stripped her for punishment. On this occasion she wore only a thin white blouse, a short black skirt and heels.
Dinner was delicious, and the pair were amazed at the array of Fetish outfits on display everything from cock rings to nipple clamps and elaborate costumes to stark nudity.
The first formal display on the stage was a demonstration of dressage by dominant and two virtually naked pony girls which was greeted by only a mild degree of enthusiasm. Count Istvan informing them that Cat`s flogging at midnight was the major event to which everyone was keenly looking forward.
Cat, herself, was drawn to the striking looking woman who was striding purposefully towards them, she must have been almost six feet tall and was dressed in very dominant black leather, with a wicked looking riding switch attached to her belt, along with nipple clamps handcuffs and suchlike, but it was the woman`s face which struck a chord of fear into Cat, despite the obvious good looks it just emanated cruelty, and the way she looked at the scantily clad blonde made Cat only too aware that her nipples were stiff and protruding from the thin blouse and that her sex was starting to become moist.
As the woman drew closer, Cat could see that her short cropped hair had a white streak, which made her think of Cruella deVille, and that impression was intensified as she became even more aware of the lustful and proprietary way in which she was being inspected.

"Ah. Allow me to introduce you to my sister Irina Nagy. Irina this is the couple who will be providing the highlight of our evening very shortly."

"Mm, so this is Cat-o-Nine, the infamous pain slut. I`m told that your ability to withstand the lash is legendary. Well that is a question I would like to put to the test myself. I have a proposition for you, Whatever my brother is paying you, you may keep, and I will add double that amount to it, on condition that instead of being flogged by your normal partner, you become my submissive for one hour on that stage. I promise you you will not be permanently harmed, but I guarantee there will be tears. I know that you need the money, and that if you refuse my offer, you reputation will be in tatters as will your future earnings potential."

Both Cat and `Sir` were taken aback by this turn of events, but found Irina`s logic hard to dispute and realised they had been forced into a corner from which there was no escape.

"Good that`s settled then. Brother, will you have the caning frame brought to the stage, the one from the old Pest Reformatory, and you ,girl come with me, I wish to examine you."

Cat now thoroughly frightened , followed the dominant woman into a side room.

"Well, what are you waiting for, girl, strip and be quick about it."

It took only a few seconds for Cat to obediently remove her scanty clothing and stand naked before her nemesis.

"Present position, you stupid slut. Let the dog see the rabbit."

Cat adopted the humiliating position, and, for the next few moments, was subjected to the most humiliating inspection she had ever experienced.
Her mouth and teeth were checked, her breasts were palpated and weighed as if they were two melons, her buttocks were pinched and prodded and their texture thoroughly examined and, finally, Irina fingered the shaven mound and turned her nose up in disgust at the state of Cat`s dripping sex.

"I have to admit, English woman, you are remarkably beautiful and in excellent physical condition, which means that the next hour will prove a significant experience for both of us."

TBC.

 

[Mikerytel]

I´d not dare to do so.... to be whipped would be ok, but pissed on.... neither SIR would allow that nor the brothel-owner, I´m sure.

I'd just whip shock spank and step on you

 

[slvad]

The British Airways flight from Heathrow to Budapest was full and contained the usual run of passengers, businessmen and women, tourists and weekenders, but one couple stood out from the rest. He was a tall, powerfully built man with dark hair, greying slightly at the temples, who exuded an air of authority which was difficult to define, while his companion was a stunning blonde, who by contrast, appeared to be much more subservient by nature waiting on his every word. She was certainly striking in appearance, with a classical hour glass figure, emphasised by the clinging white knitted dress she was wearing. When she moved down the cabin, it was obvious that she was braless, and if she was wearing any underwear at all, it could only be a minute thong.
Although none of their travelling companions were aware of it, she was in fact Cat-o-Nine, famous in Fetish circles for her ability to endure the lash and he was her Master, who she always referred to and addressed as `Sir`, and they were, in fact, travelling to a Fetish Party in a castle in central Hungary where Cat would be stripped naked and `Sir` would administer sixty lashes with his single tailed whip for the delectation of the many onlookers.

"Sir, I have an uneasy feeling about this whole business, we will be in a strange country, what will happen if anything goes wrong?"

"What can go wrong? You`ve taken sixty several times before with no problems, and we are being paid handsomely, a high fee plus all expenses. Don`t worry."

After the plane landed and the pair had collected their luggage and passed through Customs, they made their way to the pre-agreed meeting point to meet their host, Count Istvan Nagy.
Nagy politely welcomed his guests, making small talk about their trip and generally exchanging pleasantries, before escorting them to the Car Park where his large Mercedes saloon was stationed. They all entered and, once their luggage had been stowed, began the long journey into the interior and Castle Nagy.
The trip took about four hours, and on arrival, Nagy had his major domo show them to the luxurious room which was be their home for a couple of nights. They were informed that dinner would in an hour and that the Party would commence immediately afterwards so it was advisable to change into their party gear.
`Sir` always wore black trousers and a white shirt for their performances and Cat a relatively cheap, disposable ensemble that `Sir` could destroy when he stripped her for punishment. On this occasion she wore only a thin white blouse, a short black skirt and heels.
Dinner was delicious, and the pair were amazed at the array of Fetish outfits on display everything from cock rings to nipple clamps and elaborate costumes to stark nudity.
The first formal display on the stage was a demonstration of dressage by dominant and two virtually naked pony girls which was greeted by only a mild degree of enthusiasm. Count Istvan informing them that Cat`s flogging at midnight was the major event to which everyone was keenly looking forward.
Cat, herself, was drawn to the striking looking woman who was striding purposefully towards them, she must have been almost six feet tall and was dressed in very dominant black leather, with a wicked looking riding switch attached to her belt, along with nipple clamps handcuffs and suchlike, but it was the woman`s face which struck a chord of fear into Cat, despite the obvious good looks it just emanated cruelty, and the way she looked at the scantily clad blonde made Cat only too aware that her nipples were stiff and protruding from the thin blouse and that her sex was starting to become moist.
As the woman drew closer, Cat could see that her short cropped hair had a white streak, which made her think of Cruella deVille, and that impression was intensified as she became even more aware of the lustful and proprietary way in which she was being inspected.

"Ah. Allow me to introduce you to my sister Irina Nagy. Irina this is the couple who will be providing the highlight of our evening very shortly."

"Mm, so this is Cat-o-Nine, the infamous pain slut. I`m told that your ability to withstand the lash is legendary. Well that is a question I would like to put to the test myself. I have a proposition for you, Whatever my brother is paying you, you may keep, and I will add double that amount to it, on condition that instead of being flogged by your normal partner, you become my submissive for one hour on that stage. I promise you you will not be permanently harmed, but I guarantee there will be tears. I know that you need the money, and that if you refuse my offer, you reputation will be in tatters as will your future earnings potential."

Both Cat and `Sir` were taken aback by this turn of events, but found Irina`s logic hard to dispute and realised they had been forced into a corner from which there was no escape.

"Good that`s settled then. Brother, will you have the caning frame brought to the stage, the one from the old Pest Reformatory, and you ,girl come with me, I wish to examine you."

Cat now thoroughly frightened , followed the dominant woman into a side room.

"Well, what are you waiting for, girl, strip and be quick about it."

It took only a few seconds for Cat to obediently remove her scanty clothing and stand naked before her nemesis.

"Present position, you stupid slut. Let the dog see the rabbit."

Cat adopted the humiliating position, and, for the next few moments, was subjected to the most humiliating inspection she had ever experienced.
Her mouth and teeth were checked, her breasts were palpated and weighed as if they were two melons, her buttocks were pinched and prodded and their texture thoroughly examined and, finally, Irina fingered the shaven mound and turned her nose up in disgust at the state of Cat`s dripping sex.

"I have to admit, English woman, you are remarkably beautiful and in excellent physical condition, which means that the next hour will prove a significant experience for both of us."

TBC.

Oh my god, I wish I was in her place. I wish I would be whipped with a metal and nails barbed whip till I bleed. No mercy. I will beg irina to take me as her slave! My life will be daily whipping, humiliation, sex slave service, crucifixion etc

 

[Loinclothslave]

The British Airways flight from Heathrow to Budapest was full and contained the usual run of passengers, businessmen and women, tourists and weekenders, but one couple stood out from the rest. He was a tall, powerfully built man with dark hair, greying slightly at the temples, who exuded an air of authority which was difficult to define,

Handsome!

while his companion was a stunning blonde, who by contrast, appeared to be much more subservient by nature waiting on his every word.

I don’t know which is more beautiful: Cat’s luscious body or her divinely submissive nature?

She was certainly striking in appearance, with a classical hour glass figure, emphasised by the clinging white knitted dress she was wearing. When she moved down the cabin, it was obvious that she was braless, and if she was wearing any underwear at all, it could only be a minute thong.
Although none of their travelling companions were aware of it, she was in fact Cat-o-Nine, famous in Fetish circles for her ability to endure the lash

Famous as a favorite crux-girl here!

and he was her Master, who she always referred to and addressed as `Sir`, and they were, in fact, travelling to a Fetish Party in a castle in central Hungary where Cat would be stripped naked and `Sir` would administer sixty lashes with his single tailed whip for the delectation of the many onlookers.

Madam Bathory’s old castle? Careful, if her ghost still thrives she will look beautiful because she’s still bathing in blood!

"Sir, I have an uneasy feeling about this whole business, we will be in a strange country, what will happen if anything goes wrong?"

"What can go wrong? You`ve taken sixty several times before with no problems, and we are being paid handsomely, a high fee plus all expenses. Don`t worry."

What could possibly go wrong when your chained in harsh bondage? You’ll be fine, trust friend 99

After the plane landed and the pair had collected their luggage and passed through Customs, they made their way to the pre-agreed meeting point to meet their host, Count Istvan Nagy.
Nagy politely welcomed his guests, making small talk about their trip and generally exchanging pleasantries, before escorting them to the Car Park where his large Mercedes saloon was stationed. They all entered and, once their luggage had been stowed, began the long journey into the interior and Castle Nagy.
The trip took about four hours, and on arrival, Nagy had his major domo show them to the luxurious room which was be their home for a couple of nights. They were informed that dinner would in an hour and that the Party would commence immediately afterwards so it was advisable to change into their party gear.
`Sir` always wore black trousers and a white shirt for their performances and Cat a relatively cheap, disposable ensemble that `Sir` could destroy when he stripped her for punishment.

A great way to open His part of proceeding- clearly Sir is a man of distinguished taste and honour and would never put Cat in harm’s way…

On this occasion she wore only a thin white blouse, a short black skirt and heels.

Mmm suitable for a quick stripping or to just be torn to shreds by the lash?

Dinner was delicious, and the pair were amazed at the array of Fetish outfits on display everything from cock rings to nipple clamps and elaborate costumes to stark nudity.

Sounds like a great party, we should all go!

The first formal display on the stage was a demonstration of dressage by dominant and two virtually naked pony girls which was greeted by only a mild degree of enthusiasm.

Oh sorry, is drooling not permitted?

Count Istvan informing them that Cat`s flogging at midnight was the major event to which everyone was keenly looking forward.

Ooohhh yeah, of course seeing Cat whipped is why we’re all here

Cat, herself, was drawn to the striking looking woman who was striding purposefully towards them, she must have been almost six feet tall and was dressed in very dominant black leather, with a wicked looking riding switch attached to her belt, along with nipple clamps handcuffs and suchlike, but it was the woman`s face which struck a chord of fear into Cat, despite the obvious good looks it just emanated cruelty, and the way she looked at the scantily clad blonde made Cat only too aware that her nipples were stiff and protruding from the thin blouse and that her sex was starting to become moist.

Mmmm I have a similar reaction!

As the woman drew closer, Cat could see that her short cropped hair had a white streak, which made her think of Cruella deVille, and that impression was intensified as she became even more aware of the lustful and proprietary way in which she was being inspected.

"Ah. Allow me to introduce you to my sister Irina Nagy. Irina this is the couple who will be providing the highlight of our evening very shortly."

Aka Madam Bathory!

"Mm, so this is Cat-o-Nine, the infamous pain slut. I`m told that your ability to withstand the lash is legendary.

That’s why we’re here! To see her under her Sir’s lash!

Well that is a question I would like to put to the test myself. I have a proposition for you, Whatever my brother is paying you, you may keep, and I will add double that amount to it, on condition that instead of being flogged by your normal partner, you become my submissive for one hour on that stage.

Oooh, triple pay day! What whore could resist? And Sir see’s dollar signs, reasoning he is there so what could possibly go wrong?

I promise you you will not be permanently harmed,

Hmmm, that’s a promise you’ll want her to keep?

but I guarantee there will be tears.

Oh of course there will be tears… cat’s famous for the few occasions she’s been broken that way and is excited at the promise of being broken to tears by Madam “Irina”!

I know that you need the money, and that if you refuse my offer, you reputation will be in tatters as will your future earnings potential."

Making an offer they can’t refuse

Both Cat and `Sir` were taken aback by this turn of events, but found Irina`s logic hard to dispute and realised they had been forced into a corner from which there was no escape.

"Good that`s settled then. Brother, will you have the caning frame brought to the stage, the one from the old Pest Reformatory, and you ,girl come with me, I wish to examine you."

Oooh, control taken from Sir, you are both in Irina’s domain now, and she rules with the velvet glove of iron

Cat now thoroughly frightened , followed the dominant woman into a side room.

The audience delight in her fear! Apparently her performance has already begun!

"Well, what are you waiting for, girl, strip and be quick about it."

It took only a few seconds for Cat to obediently remove her scanty clothing and stand naked before her nemesis.

How could she not obey? She was terrified and so completely into her submissive head space!

"Present position, you stupid slut. Let the dog see the rabbit."

Learn your positions, Cat, that is important for submissives to know automatically!

Cat adopted the humiliating position, and, for the next few moments, was subjected to the most humiliating inspection she had ever experienced.

In front of the live audience who reveled in this simple humiliation

Her mouth and teeth were checked, her breasts were palpated and weighed as if they were two melons, her buttocks were pinched and prodded and their texture thoroughly examined and, finally, Irina fingered the shaven mound and turned her nose up in disgust at the state of Cat`s dripping sex.

"I have to admit, English woman, you are remarkably beautiful and in excellent physical condition, which means that the next hour will prove a significant experience for both of us."

Yes she is, and is under your power, Goddess Bathory!

TBC.

Bravo, I can’t wait for a second chapter!

 

[catOnine]

The British Airways flight from Heathrow to Budapest was full and contained the usual run of passengers, businessmen and women, tourists and weekenders, but one couple stood out from the rest. He was a tall, powerfully built man with dark hair, greying slightly at the temples, who exuded an air of authority which was difficult to define, while his companion was a stunning blonde, who by contrast, appeared to be much more subservient by nature waiting on his every word. She was certainly striking in appearance, with a classical hour glass figure, emphasised by the clinging white knitted dress she was wearing. When she moved down the cabin, it was obvious that she was braless, and if she was wearing any underwear at all, it could only be a minute thong.
Although none of their travelling companions were aware of it, she was in fact Cat-o-Nine, famous in Fetish circles for her ability to endure the lash and he was her Master, who she always referred to and addressed as `Sir`, and they were, in fact, travelling to a Fetish Party in a castle in central Hungary where Cat would be stripped naked and `Sir` would administer sixty lashes with his single tailed whip for the delectation of the many onlookers.

"Sir, I have an uneasy feeling about this whole business, we will be in a strange country, what will happen if anything goes wrong?"

"What can go wrong? You`ve taken sixty several times before with no problems, and we are being paid handsomely, a high fee plus all expenses. Don`t worry."

After the plane landed and the pair had collected their luggage and passed through Customs, they made their way to the pre-agreed meeting point to meet their host, Count Istvan Nagy.
Nagy politely welcomed his guests, making small talk about their trip and generally exchanging pleasantries, before escorting them to the Car Park where his large Mercedes saloon was stationed. They all entered and, once their luggage had been stowed, began the long journey into the interior and Castle Nagy.
The trip took about four hours, and on arrival, Nagy had his major domo show them to the luxurious room which was be their home for a couple of nights. They were informed that dinner would in an hour and that the Party would commence immediately afterwards so it was advisable to change into their party gear.
`Sir` always wore black trousers and a white shirt for their performances and Cat a relatively cheap, disposable ensemble that `Sir` could destroy when he stripped her for punishment. On this occasion she wore only a thin white blouse, a short black skirt and heels.
Dinner was delicious, and the pair were amazed at the array of Fetish outfits on display everything from cock rings to nipple clamps and elaborate costumes to stark nudity.
The first formal display on the stage was a demonstration of dressage by dominant and two virtually naked pony girls which was greeted by only a mild degree of enthusiasm. Count Istvan informing them that Cat`s flogging at midnight was the major event to which everyone was keenly looking forward.
Cat, herself, was drawn to the striking looking woman who was striding purposefully towards them, she must have been almost six feet tall and was dressed in very dominant black leather, with a wicked looking riding switch attached to her belt, along with nipple clamps handcuffs and suchlike, but it was the woman`s face which struck a chord of fear into Cat, despite the obvious good looks it just emanated cruelty, and the way she looked at the scantily clad blonde made Cat only too aware that her nipples were stiff and protruding from the thin blouse and that her sex was starting to become moist.
As the woman drew closer, Cat could see that her short cropped hair had a white streak, which made her think of Cruella deVille, and that impression was intensified as she became even more aware of the lustful and proprietary way in which she was being inspected.

"Ah. Allow me to introduce you to my sister Irina Nagy. Irina this is the couple who will be providing the highlight of our evening very shortly."

"Mm, so this is Cat-o-Nine, the infamous pain slut. I`m told that your ability to withstand the lash is legendary. Well that is a question I would like to put to the test myself. I have a proposition for you, Whatever my brother is paying you, you may keep, and I will add double that amount to it, on condition that instead of being flogged by your normal partner, you become my submissive for one hour on that stage. I promise you you will not be permanently harmed, but I guarantee there will be tears. I know that you need the money, and that if you refuse my offer, you reputation will be in tatters as will your future earnings potential."

Both Cat and `Sir` were taken aback by this turn of events, but found Irina`s logic hard to dispute and realised they had been forced into a corner from which there was no escape.

"Good that`s settled then. Brother, will you have the caning frame brought to the stage, the one from the old Pest Reformatory, and you ,girl come with me, I wish to examine you."

Cat now thoroughly frightened , followed the dominant woman into a side room.

"Well, what are you waiting for, girl, strip and be quick about it."

It took only a few seconds for Cat to obediently remove her scanty clothing and stand naked before her nemesis.

"Present position, you stupid slut. Let the dog see the rabbit."

Cat adopted the humiliating position, and, for the next few moments, was subjected to the most humiliating inspection she had ever experienced.
Her mouth and teeth were checked, her breasts were palpated and weighed as if they were two melons, her buttocks were pinched and prodded and their texture thoroughly examined and, finally, Irina fingered the shaven mound and turned her nose up in disgust at the state of Cat`s dripping sex.

"I have to admit, English woman, you are remarkably beautiful and in excellent physical condition, which means that the next hour will prove a significant experience for both of us."

TBC.

What a nice story, thank you!
Only a few things are different to reality-options:
Sir and me would take a private-jet from Vienna to Budapest.
And it´s Sir who would be able to buy the whole Hungarian castle with his inmates. It would be only his decision to leave me to the Countess, the money wouldn´t count...

But for @twonines : This could have been the gown for traveling....

 

[Loinclothslave]

What a nice story, thank you!
Only a few things are different to reality-options:
Sir and me would take a private-jet from Vienna to Budapest.
And it´s Sir who would be able to buy the whole Hungarian castle with his inmates. It would be only his decision to leave me to the Countess, the money wouldn´t count...

Oh so it’s Sir’s decision to surrender you to Irina, and is for his own pleasure? Nice sadism!

 

[catOnine]

Oh so it’s Sir’s decision to surrender you to Irina, and is for his own pleasure? Nice sadism!

It would be only Sir´s decision, be sure. It never would be a matter of money. Or any pressure...
But it easily could happen that he wants to challenge me with that. Prove my strength. An provide a good show for the others....

 

[catOnine]

...comin` back to my brothel-fantasies....

 

[twonines]

What a nice story, thank you!
Only a few things are different to reality-options:
Sir and me would take a private-jet from Vienna to Budapest.
And it´s Sir who would be able to buy the whole Hungarian castle with his inmates. It would be only his decision to leave me to the Countess, the money wouldn´t count...

But for @twonines : This could have been the gown for traveling....

The story hasn`t finished yet, your problems are just beginning!

 

[Mikerytel]

What a nice story, thank you!
Only a few things are different to reality-options:
Sir and me would take a private-jet from Vienna to Budapest.
And it´s Sir who would be able to buy the whole Hungarian castle with his inmates. It would be only his decision to leave me to the Countess, the money wouldn´t count...

But for @twonines : This could have been the gown for traveling....

If I was a passerby I'd rip it off you

 

[twonines]

What a nice story, thank you!
Only a few things are different to reality-options:
Sir and me would take a private-jet from Vienna to Budapest.
And it´s Sir who would be able to buy the whole Hungarian castle with his inmates. It would be only his decision to leave me to the Countess, the money wouldn´t count...

But for @twonines : This could have been the gown for traveling....

Perfect! If you`ve got it why not flaunt it?

 

[twonines]

At exactly midnight, the curtains were drawn back to reveal a dramatic scene on the well lit stage. Count Istvan and `Sir` were now dressed in Victorian frock coats and top hats and were standing in what was obviously meant to be a prison, given the bars and grey painted walls. Irina Nagy was dressed in a crisp white blouse and long black skirt and was flexing a three foot rattan cane between her strong hands.
However, all eyes soon focussed on the centrepiece of the tableau, Cat-o Nine, the beautiful blonde English girl, was secured stark naked to a heavy wooden frame. She was facing away from the audience, her legs were splayed as wide as they would go, and each ankle was secured to a solid oak leg of the frame, which had the effect of causing her puffy, glistening, shaven labia to part slightly, and give her admirers a tantalising glimpse of the erect clitoris.
Her arms were pulled tightly forward and secured to the front legs of the frame, causing her full, heavy breasts to hang provocatively beneath her chest, making it difficult to imagine a more humiliating position for a woman to find herself in.

Count Istvan took a step forward.

"Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to set the scene for the events you are about to witness. We have regressed one hundred years, and if our young English whore had attempted to ply her trade in our fair city in those days, this would have been her fate. A swift arrest, a brief Court appearance and a stint in the Pest Women`s Reformatory, where she would receive the traditional `Welcome`, two dozen strokes of the cane on her bare buttocks.
Incidentally, the punishment frame to which Cat is secured, is the one actually used in the Pest Reformatory which we were fortunate enough to save on the Reformatory`s closure. The only variation from authenticity here, is the implement which our wardress will use. Two dozen strokes with a penal grade cane could cut a woman`s backside to ribbons, so my sister will employ a light whalebone riding switch in its place, but she is confident that she can make this a salutary experience without doing the young woman any permanent harm.
I would also point out that the proceedings are being videoed and relayed to the large screens above and around you, so please remain in you seats, you will not miss a single lash and the offender`s each and every reaction will be displayed. Thank you, and now over to our Wardress."

With that, The Count and `Sir` left the stage, leaving Irina Nagy very much in charge of proceedings, much to the trembling Cat`s grave concern.
Irina`s first act was to stroll indolently in front of her helpless victim, seize a clump of blonde hair, thrust her switch under Cat`s nose and bark, "Kiss the rod, slut." The hapless Cat was in no position to refuse and meekly pressed her lips to the weapon that, in a few seconds, was going to cause her so much pain.
Irina was in no hurry and positioned herself behind her victim, carefully measuring her distance before delivering a stinging stroke to Cat`s bare flesh. Cat`s reaction was dramatic, she managed to avoid crying out, but her futile attempts to free herself only caused her breasts to jiggle erotically as she threw back her head. She knew she must endure another twenty three strokes, and although she realised that Irina was not putting her full weight behind the switch, she also knew that she would be unable to remain silent for the full tariff. Still, she wouldn`t give the bitch the satisfaction of breaking her yet, though, and she gritted her teeth when the next searing lash burrowed its way into her tender flesh.
So, this fascinating duel progressed, the brave English girl summoning up every ounce of her endurance, with the cruel Hungarian knowing that, despite having to pull her punches, she would inevitably be the winner.
Irina carefully picked her spot for each stroke, and laid a groundwork of a dozen angry red welts across the creamy flesh, but still Cat refused to cry out
The thirteenth was laid on at a slight angle, and had the desired effect,, the English girl let out a sharp cry. The battle was over, the next seven strokes each producing a louder more pitiful cry than its predecessor, the once pristine buttocks were now crisscrossed with an angry tracery of painful red welts. Irina had won, all that remained was to drive home her advantage with the final four lashes and avoid breaking the slut`s skin. She eyed up her target carefully, finding that Cat`s sulcus was as yet unmarked, so she laid a quick salvo of four blistering strokes into a two inch band of previously virgin flesh making the English woman shriek in desperation.
Again she strolled in front of her victim and offered up the switch. "Kiss the rod, slut and thank me for your correction."
The broken woman kissed the switch and muttered "Thank you for punishing me, Ma`am." in abject surrender, before a last spark of defiance produced a "Satisfied now."

"Far from it, I haven`t done with you yet."

Irina bent and briefly released Cat`s wrists from their confinement, allowing her victim to stand upright, before re-securing the wrists to the cross beam over which she had been bent.

"Time to introduce you to my Titty Tickler now."

At this, Irina delved into her skirt pocket and produced a small improvised whip which was made up from four thin leather shoe laces, knotted at three inch intervals and bound at one end with duct tape to form a handle. She then proceeded to whip Cat`s prominent bare breasts, no too hard, but hard enough to leave them covered in thin angry wheals, with the engorged nipples looking particularly sore.
Cat`s cries were pitiful to hear, and she was weeping copiously, long before Irina had finished.

"Just that pretty little pussy to deal with now. The Titty Tickler becomes the Cunt Crusher."

Irina lashed the gaping, wet sex a dozen times, driving the knotted thongs viciously into the tender vulnerable flesh. It was an agonising final ordeal for Cat, and her cries and screams rang round the auditorium particularly when Irina managed to strike the swollen clitoris with a knot.
The curtains closed across the stage to signify the end of the performance and Irina whispered into Cat`s ear "So, the famous Cat-o Nine, legendary receiver of the lash, crying like a baby, and I haven`t used anything serious on you. That`s one legend that has definitely fallen by the wayside."

Later, `Sir` complained to Irina about her severe treatment of his lover, but his protests were waved away nonchalantly.

"She isn`t harmed, just a little gentle play, and a much needed reality check for the young lady. I`ll guarantee she`ll give you the fuck of your life tonight."

She wasn`t wrong.

END.

 

[catOnine]

At exactly midnight, the curtains were drawn back to reveal a dramatic scene on the well lit stage. Count Istvan and `Sir` were now dressed in Victorian frock coats and top hats and were standing in what was obviously meant to be a prison, given the bars and grey painted walls. Irina Nagy was dressed in a crisp white blouse and long black skirt and was flexing a three foot rattan cane between her strong hands.
However, all eyes soon focussed on the centrepiece of the tableau, Cat-o Nine, the beautiful blonde English girl, was secured stark naked to a heavy wooden frame. She was facing away from the audience, her legs were splayed as wide as they would go, and each ankle was secured to a solid oak leg of the frame, which had the effect of causing her puffy, glistening, shaven labia to part slightly, and give her admirers a tantalising glimpse of the erect clitoris.
Her arms were pulled tightly forward and secured to the front legs of the frame, causing her full, heavy breasts to hang provocatively beneath her chest, making it difficult to imagine a more humiliating position for a woman to find herself in.

Count Istvan took a step forward.

"Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to set the scene for the events you are about to witness. We have regressed one hundred years, and if our young English whore had attempted to ply her trade in our fair city in those days, this would have been her fate. A swift arrest, a brief Court appearance and a stint in the Pest Women`s Reformatory, where she would receive the traditional `Welcome`, two dozen strokes of the cane on her bare buttocks.
Incidentally, the punishment frame to which Cat is secured, is the one actually used in the Pest Reformatory which we were fortunate enough to save on the Reformatory`s closure. The only variation from authenticity here, is the implement which our wardress will use. Two dozen strokes with a penal grade cane could cut a woman`s backside to ribbons, so my sister will employ a light whalebone riding switch in its place, but she is confident that she can make this a salutary experience without doing the young woman any permanent harm.
I would also point out that the proceedings are being videoed and relayed to the large screens above and around you, so please remain in you seats, you will not miss a single lash and the offender`s each and every reaction will be displayed. Thank you, and now over to our Wardress."

With that, The Count and `Sir` left the stage, leaving Irina Nagy very much in charge of proceedings, much to the trembling Cat`s grave concern.
Irina`s first act was to stroll indolently in front of her helpless victim, seize a clump of blonde hair, thrust her switch under Cat`s nose and bark, "Kiss the rod, slut." The hapless Cat was in no position to refuse and meekly pressed her lips to the weapon that, in a few seconds, was going to cause her so much pain.
Irina was in no hurry and positioned herself behind her victim, carefully measuring her distance before delivering a stinging stroke to Cat`s bare flesh. Cat`s reaction was dramatic, she managed to avoid crying out, but her futile attempts to free herself only caused her breasts to jiggle erotically as she threw back her head. She knew she must endure another twenty three strokes, and although she realised that Irina was not putting her full weight behind the switch, she also knew that she would be unable to remain silent for the full tariff. Still, she wouldn`t give the bitch the satisfaction of breaking her yet, though, and she gritted her teeth when the next searing lash burrowed its way into her tender flesh.
So, this fascinating duel progressed, the brave English girl summoning up every ounce of her endurance, with the cruel Hungarian knowing that, despite having to pull her punches, she would inevitably be the winner.
Irina carefully picked her spot for each stroke, and laid a groundwork of a dozen angry red welts across the creamy flesh, but still Cat refused to cry out
The thirteenth was laid on at a slight angle, and had the desired effect,, the English girl let out a sharp cry. The battle was over, the next seven strokes each producing a louder more pitiful cry than its predecessor, the once pristine buttocks were now crisscrossed with an angry tracery of painful red welts. Irina had won, all that remained was to drive home her advantage with the final four lashes and avoid breaking the slut`s skin. She eyed up her target carefully, finding that Cat`s sulcus was as yet unmarked, so she laid a quick salvo of four blistering strokes into a two inch band of previously virgin flesh making the English woman shriek in desperation.
Again she strolled in front of her victim and offered up the switch. "Kiss the rod, slut and thank me for your correction."
The broken woman kissed the switch and muttered "Thank you for punishing me, Ma`am." in abject surrender, before a last spark of defiance produced a "Satisfied now."

"Far from it, I haven`t done with you yet."

Irina bent and briefly released Cat`s wrists from their confinement, allowing her victim to stand upright, before re-securing the wrists to the cross beam over which she had been bent.

"Time to introduce you to my Titty Tickler now."

At this, Irina delved into her skirt pocket and produced a small improvised whip which was made up from four thin leather shoe laces, knotted at three inch intervals and bound at one end with duct tape to form a handle. She then proceeded to whip Cat`s prominent bare breasts, no too hard, but hard enough to leave them covered in thin angry wheals, with the engorged nipples looking particularly sore.
Cat`s cries were pitiful to hear, and she was weeping copiously, long before Irina had finished.

"Just that pretty little pussy to deal with now. The Titty Tickler becomes the Cunt Crusher."

Irina lashed the gaping, wet sex a dozen times, driving the knotted thongs viciously into the tender vulnerable flesh. It was an agonising final ordeal for Cat, and her cries and screams rang round the auditorium particularly when Irina managed to strike the swollen clitoris with a knot.
The curtains closed across the stage to signify the end of the performance and Irina whispered into Cat`s ear "So, the famous Cat-o Nine, legendary receiver of the lash, crying like a baby, and I haven`t used anything serious on you. That`s one legend that has definitely fallen by the wayside."

Later, `Sir` complained to Irina about her severe treatment of his lover, but his protests were waved away nonchalantly.

"She isn`t harmed, just a little gentle play, and a much needed reality check for the young lady. I`ll guarantee she`ll give you the fuck of your life tonight."

She wasn`t wrong.

END.

Thank you very much for that story... in comparison to reality I have to say that I already have been whipped and tortured even harder and it´s not a shame to cry out your pain if you´re tortured, my Master said. Also my tears can be somewhat like freeing... If my Master releases me to somebody else to be whipped he usually makes sure before it happens, that this person is skilled with the whip and knows what he/she is doing. Therefore he never would complain afterwards, but it could happen that he stops during the flogging. What never happened so far.
Thanks also for describing the pussy-whipping. I love that as much as I fear it. Like the Falakka or Bastinado which I was spared this time...