Beg to be told what they want from you

The silence was overwhelming when all my other senses were so heightened - from the luxurious perfumed scents perhaps mixed with my own and possibly their arousal to the soft wind caressing my legs as they walked backwards and forwards as well as the hard realisation I was trapped - it all made me grow more frantic by the minute. Jerking uselessly on the board restraining my wrists, I decided that I deserved to know what was going on. Determined to be recognised as a peer to these two women, my intention was to speak with a peremptory but dignified tone.

"Grgugle- uch uch - what are you doing back there?"

A flush of red coloured my cheeks as my attempt dignified composure was a complete failure. The tension had dried my mouth so the first words were an incomprehensible gurgle and when I managed to speak up after a cough the question came out as a high pitched squeak. Rather than outrage the tone was infantile and pestering. The laugh that rang loudly in the room behind me from the two ladies worsened my shame and my head hung lower - well as much as the stock allowed. I raised it with a jerk soon after though as a stinging blow from what I imagined was a crop but later turned out to be a soft leather flogger slapped my ass.

"Silence little whore." Maddam's words brooked no opposition and my lips clamped shut even cutting off the cry of pain and surprise that rang out when the flogger hit me.

"This Lady here is ... 'ELLE'." The little mutual giggle that followed indicated some shared joke to which I - a mere young prostitute - was not a party to. It was pretty clear ELLE was not her real name.

"ELLE is a dear friend and you my dear Frederica are going to be put through your paces and not be a disobedient little slut you understand?" The flogger rested on my buns which I squeezed tightly even-though it would be useless against another stroke.