Weekend Adventure with Minx

by Minx

Well, for anyone who has followed my questions on whippings, the information I got from it was immeasurable. So as an exercise for my "reporting" skills, I wrote the following story, which is 99% true! Thanks everyone!

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I knew that something was going on by the way they suddenly grew quiet when I walked into the room. They exchanged knowing looks, and glanced in my direction. Then they looked back at each other smirking in a half-comical way. I knew they wanted me to ask, so I did, "All right, what's up." "You'll see" my Master said. "Better still, maybe you won't see". They both snickered at each other, then turned to me with maniacal grins on their faces. I thought it best to let the matter drop. I logged into my account, I busied myself around the house, but I couldn't shake that old familiar tension; that delicious place in my mind somewhere between fear and anticipation. Only this time, there was an extra dose of curiosity thrown in for good measure.

When I'd finished reading and responding to mail, had put the dishes in the dishwasher, and had done a load of laundry, I flopped down onto the couch in front of the TV set. "What's on?" I asked them. "Guess you are" my Master's friend said, and inched closer to me on the couch. I looked up at my Master for the necessary permission. My Master allowed me to be used by others, but only at his option, and usually without his participation. Our eyes locked. Almost indiscernibly he nodded his head. Permission granted. But then he slid over too. It looked like trouble, I thought. And, of course, I was right.

In a split second, my wrists were pinned behind my back by a set of strong hands. Another set of hands put a blindfold around my head and tied it securely, totally shutting out the light. My Master knew that if I couldn't see, I wouldn't fight. He also knew that depriving me of sight heightened all other sensations. My hands were released, and I reached out to see which one of them was in front of me. But a harsh twist of my right nipple brought my hands back to my lap again. "That's a warning" my Master told me. Although I felt kind of strange being blindfolded in front of my Master's friend, I fought the urge to let out the nervous laugh I felt, or to reach out again although it was quite difficult to stifle either of these. I knew from experience that I had better be "good". But there was still a part of me that felt uneasy Although I loved the feeling of totally and completely giving control of body and soul over to another, it was certainly not something I could do on command, and having someone else in my head was not going to make it any easier. My Master would have to simultaneously earn that submission, and strip down my resistance and let free that side of my personality known to so very few; the complete and total slave, controlled only by the impulses in her body. God, if anyone else knew.... But I had no time to think about that, or about anything else for that matter. I offered no resistance as my collar was locked around my throat with a tiny padlock. Hands (I didn't know whose) wrapped 3 inch thick leather cuffs around my wrists and padlocked them behind me. More hands pulled my shirt up, unhooked my bra, and clamped nipple clips onto my already firm nipples. I moaned from the familiar sensation of pain and pleasure. Fingers pinched and twisted my left nipple between them. As I opened my mouth to scream, hands pushed a small rubber dildo into my mouth. I knew it was the gag my Master had bought on his last business trip. Hands gently held my hair out of the way while the gag was securely buckled behind my head. I felt totally and completely vulnerable and utterly helpless. And I loved every second of it.

But none of this, so far, was any surprise. My Master had previously given me to others. Not without prior permission, or without extensive precautions, but he had given me away before. He told me that it made him feel even more in control of me when he did that. Oftentimes he would tell me I was not allowed to reach orgasm with anyone but him, and dare my tormentor to try. Inevitably, I would come, and would be severely punished. But none of what had happened up until now would have accounted for the whispering and the strange behavior of my Master and friend. And, of course, I could see nothing, so looking gaining knowledge visually was out of the question. Asking them about their plans would have also been impossible since my mouth was filled. My mind was racing with questions, but the pair didn't keep me guessing for too long. My Master's friend lifted me over his shoulder like a child and started for the door. Meantime, I heard my Master gathering things together. I could only assume he was collecting things from our toy box. I wondered what he was up to as I felt the jarring of being carried down stairs. Now I began to get worried. Downstairs was an unfinished room in the basement that my Master had threatened to turn into a dungeon. He and his friend had spent a few hours down there the weekend before, saying they had to check the plumbing. Yeah. I bet!

My Master's friend stood me up in what I felt was the middle of the room. My Master arrived almost immediately after. I felt the hands again unlocking my cuffs from behind me and removing my clothes. In no time at all, I was stripped naked. Four hands made short work of my leggings, t-shirt, and under clothes. Then I felt the cuffs being relocked OVER MY HEAD! How did they do THIS I wondered. I heard the sound of pulleys as my arms were stretched higher and higher until they were totally above my head. Next, they spread my feet wide apart, and used a spreader bar with leather cuffs on either end to secure my ankles. What were they going to do to me, I wondered. "You WILL learn who your true Master is. You WILL submit to me, body and soul, immediately upon my command. I know you've been holding back. I know you're holding back now. And we're going to teach you why this isn't a good idea" my Master hissed in my ear. My knees went a bit weak. How did he KNOW? My weight was securely held by the cuffs locked above my head.

I wondered what I must look like standing there. My arms had to be connected to something overhead. My hair was a tangled mess, probably half in my face although the blindfold and gag kept me from feeling it. My legs were spread wide apart and locked to a black metal bar. I didn't have much time to contemplate the sight however. The hands came back again, this time locking a wide leather belt around my waist. Next, an inflatable vibrator was inserted into my vagina, and pumped up until it filled me. I moaned into the gag as somebody turned the vibrator on. Two straps were crisscrossed under the vibrator and attached to the leather belt, holding it in very firmly. I felt the pulsing of the vibrator through almost every nerve in my body. The vibrator molded perfectly with my insides, distributing the vibrations to all the right places. By now, my legs were having great difficulty supporting my weight. The nipple clips dug and pinched. My jaws ached from the gag. And the vibrator was causing me to shake uncontrollably. I was glad for the blindfold. I must certainly have been a sight to behold, and I wasn't sure I wanted to see it.

The thoughts going through my mind at that time were quite interesting. My Master had been angry that I had not submitted to him totally. And, in fact, even then I hadn't fully crossed that line between having fun being tortured, and becoming a total and utter slave, wishing to drop to my knees at his feet and beg him for his affection. For me, getting to that point is similar to the way I reach orgasm. There is a gradual "climb" higher and higher toward it, then I begin to shake uncontrollably, then a floating sensation where the world seems to stand still, then a powerful chain reaction that seems to tear apart my essence and rebuild it completely refreshed. Crossing over and becoming totally submissive is an almost identical process. My mind and body become his, and he returns me to myself with some unknown something added. It is very difficult to explain, since words don't seem to capture the way it feels. I was thinking about how to articulate what I was feeling at the time, and whether I would achieve "crossover" when I was suddenly jarred out of my musings...WHACK! I felt the sting of the whip on my right cheek. WHACK! A matching sting to the left cheek. I knew my Master was wielding the whip. His touch is unmistakable. WHACK! I felt myself moaning against the gag that filled my mouth. WHACK! My mind and body were climbing. But this was new. Up until today, I had never felt aroused by whipping to the point I was now at. My knees were becoming weaker. I put more weight on the cuffs that were being held securely over my head. I felt my hands begin to grow cold. WHACK! I felt fingers manually stimulating my clit, and turning up the speed on the vibrator that filled my vagina. WHACK! My body began shaking. What was this? Was I actually going to come from being whipped and played with? I had only very rarely come from being played with. How could this be possible? WHACK! I reached the plateau very quickly, and felt the familiar feeling of floating. Only this time, it was my mind AND body as one. I wanted to submit. I wanted to turn my entire self over to my Master. WHACK! I don't remember how many more lashes he gave me. I don't remember how long I came for. I just remember being carried upstairs into my bed and making passionate love with my Master and his friend.

So today was a first on many fronts. Today marked the first time I actually achieved orgasm while being whipped. It also marked the first time mind and body came simultaneously And later on in the evening I found that today is the first day my Master has left marks from whipping me.

Goodnight friends.

Minx