P01E11

He just said to her: “Get yourself into the tulip position, silent mode. Go.”

Marcy immediately let his dick slip out of her mouth, crawled on all fours towards a corner of the room where a polished and shining steel bar, over an inch wide, was mounted between two large and solid vertical poles. The bar was round like a tube, horizontal, at waist height, and about two yards long. She reached for a drawer and took a ball gag from it; she took it in her mouth before fastening the leather straps running across her cheeks with a buckle at the back of her head. “Silent mode”, it flashed through my head.

She clicked the rings on the cuffs around her ankles to two carabiner shackles secured to the floor, right underneath the steel bar, so her feet were almost a yard apart. She rose up to an upright stand, facing away from us, right in front of the bar, her legs **** wide apart by the shackles. Then she bent over, so her body draped across the bar, moving part of her weight from her feet to the bar as she kept bending her torso forward until it just passed a 45 degrees angle. There she stretched out her arms forward and upward along the same angle. It didn’t surprise me at all anymore that there was a second set of metal hoops in exactly the right place. She clicked the rings of her wrist cuffs into those with another carabiner. It was crystal clear that even if she could click them in there, there was no way for her to get loose from them, and she was fixed in her current position: legs wide, bent over the bar, arms spread up and outward. So this is what a tulip looked like… It was adorable and inviting.

Howard and I had watched her in silent appreciation as she set herself up like this; now he beckoned me to follow him as he walked up to her. He gently put a hand on her right buttock. I noticed it sent a flurry of goosebumps across, even before he started caressing and squeezing it.

He said: “I really enjoy seeing you like this, my little slut, exposed to the whim of my whip.” There was a clear shiver across her body, but she managed to stay mostly still. Turning back to me, he said: “Apparently, she was just talking to you about the physical aspects of pain earlier… the sheer response of the body. And that is powerful indeed. However, the mental side of it is even more important. For example, did you notice how she shivered just now, when I told her I enjoyed whipping her? ”

I nodded, and he continued: “That has nothing to do with a physical response to pain, right? I hardly touched her yet. That was just happening between the ears… the suggestion and anticipation of an imminent whipping session.”

His hand traveled across her ass to the other buttock. Her chest heaved as she was breathing heavier than normal. He watched her for a second, then he reached for the gag in her mouth to take it out, leaving it dangling around her neck. He said: “How does that make you feel, slut? “

Still turned away from us, she replied: “I dread it, Sir. I fear the power of your whip. I’m not certain if I will be able to take it, or what exactly you are going to do to me… all I know is, that it will hurt. I will scream in agony as your lashes land on my tender flesh. Yet I have no desire to evade or fight it… you are my man, and you have decided that I must take the whip; and since I love you and respect you, I will gladly endure what is in store for me. I realize I am your play thing, just a toy living under your yoke, and that it is not my place to protest or rebel. I submit to your desires, no matter what the price of that submission may be, simply because that is what you ask of me, and because your wish is my desire. Sir.“

“Yes… and what else?”

She hesitated and swallowed; it seemed hard for her to continue; then she said: “I mean that quite literally, Sir. Your wish is my desire. It really is. When I obey you in this way, being the object of your whimsical desire, completely at your disposal to do with as you please… my pussy juices flow and the longing for your cock takes hold of my mind. I want you to whip me, with every ounce of **** in you; and when you have quenched your thirst for my battered ass, I hope you will penetrate me with the full mass of your shaft, and fuck me into oblivion as the haze of pain blazes through my thrashed buttocks. Sir.“

“That’s right. But you already know that’s not going to happen today, right?”

“I figured, Sir. I suspect you have different plans.”

“It will not be my cock that fucks you… it will be his,” he said, pointing to me. “This promising lad here will fuck you into oblivion with all the vigor of youth. So how do you feel about that?“

“I would rather have your own cock, Sir.”

“What? You would prefer this flaccid old man’s dick to the steel banging power of youth?”

“Any day, Sir. I am your **** and of course I always prefer my Master’s own cock. But I am your submissive and I am in no position to have a preference, really. And of course, I am happy with every thrusting rod you provide for me, Sir, if it is your desire that I should take it. I agree with you that he is promising. I long for my whipping to start, so the moment he penetrates me is closer. I really need to be fucked very badly.“

Howard glanced at me, and said: “Do you doubt her words? That she means what she says? Or do you think she’s just talking like this because I told her so, making a bit of a show of it? “

“I… don’t know. It is a bit unreal, sometimes, everything she says. Like I cannot really believe that anyone would really feel like that. “

Howard smiled, and said: “Yes, I understand that. It is hard indeed. But she doesn’t lie, or play a part. Do you want proof? Step up here then, and hold your hand like this…”

He held his hand out, palm up, four fingers stretched close together, the thumb folded upwards separately and hovering in parallel over them. I copied the example. He then took my hand by the wrist, and guided it down, just below her ass, towards her crotch. Following his lead, my thumb slid into her sheath easily, almost naturally, and the fingers cupped her vulva as a matter of course when the thumb slid in deeper. It afforded a very effective grip of her full pussy, with all kinds of options to grab it tighter by simply squeezing my hand. I made a mental note to remember this clutch: it was simple, effective and very intrusive.

I realized what he meant now - the entire place was wet, soaking wet, drenched in pussy juice, dripping with lust. Her breathing was heavy and she sweated slightly in response to my entry.

Howard looked at me with a slight smile dancing on his lips, and said: “See what I mean? And we haven’t even begun yet! All we did was discuss her imminent whipping… and this is the result! Do you still doubt her honesty?”

I shook my head; he had a point.