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WARNING!  This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains
Strong Sexual Content.  It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the author does not in any way condone similar behavior.

If you are under the age or 18 or reside in a state, nation, or planet that
prohibits such behavior, stop reading immediately!!!





"I Married a Sex Slave PT4A: Tormented Toni"



By sfmaster@worldnet.att.net



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"I Married a Sex Slave PT4A: Tormented Toni"

by sfmaster@Worldnet.att.net



Toni Martin glanced at the bedroom clock, and was glad that it was after
eleven PM.  It was a Friday night, and by rights she should have been out
partying with her girlfriends.  Instead she had something else planned that
was going to be far more satisfying that going out and trying to meet a man
for sex.



She opened the bottom drawer of her night-table and removed a few of her
"toys."  These consisted of a ball-gag, a black leather collar and matching
wrist and ankle cuffs, leg shackles, and a vibrator.  Toni also took out one
of her other favorite toys, a rubber panty complete with a rubber male
phallus, but decided she would use it tomorrow when she planned to do some
housework.  She fondled the rubber cock, remembering the seemingly endless
orgasms it gave her when it was inside her pussy.



Still, these were enough toys for now, and she was determined to have a good
time.  Standing up, she removed her kimono robe, and glanced at herself in
the mirror.  At 32, she was very attractive and physically fit - dieting and
exercise certainly paid off!  Going to any singles bar or event would bring
no shortage of propositions or pickup lines!



The only trouble was that Toni was bored with regular sex - she wanted
something different.



What she wanted - was bondage!



It had all started the day that she had gone out to rent a videotape, and
the clerk had given her the wrong tape by accident.  She had placed the tape
in her VCR without looking at the label, gone to answer the door, and when
she returned to the screen here was a woman being bound an gagged by a women
dressed in black leather.



Both appalled and fascinated at the same time, she sat and watched the
entire tape.  Not once, but three times that night, canceling a dinner date.



When the "Dominatrix" (a term that she had learned from a Cosmo article) had
finally hung the "submissive" by her wrists the sub had been flogged.



Toni had then found herself masturbating to the image of the woman being
"disciplined."  She moaned in tandem with every stroke of the flogger on the
naked woman's body.



After returning the tape to the rental store her next visit was to a Porn
Shop in NYC, not far from where she worked.  Buying a few tapes from the
same company, she eagerly anticipated watching them at home.



 From watching tapes her next visit was to an S&M shop that she had found
advertised in The Village Voice.  Walking into the store, with the aroma of
leather; latex; and PVC had almost been overpowering for her.



Luckily, she was the only customer in the store, and the saleswoman had been
able to help her with her first purchases, and even to try on some PVC
clothing.



Toni had never felt anything like this sexually in her entire life.  She
would attire herself like the women she watched in the tapes that she was
buying, and then bring herself to orgasm using her vibrator.



 Which was tonight's plan!



Toni first began with the leather collar, which she locked around her neck,
careful to listen for the tiny click that would indicate that it was firmly
locked.  Just to make sure, she tried to pull it off, but it was closed and
locked - and wouldn't be removed until she used to key to free herself.



Next came the wrist and ankle cuffs, and to compliment her nakedness, she
put on a pair of slutty four-inch high heels.  A twelve inch chain was
attached to the "D" rings on her ankle bracelets, giving her the feeling of
being hobbled.



Toni then removed a dog leash that she had bought in the supermarket, and
slipped the loop over the right headpost on her bed.  She clipped the other
end to one of the metal rings on her collar.  She then opened her mouth wide
to accommodate the ball-gag, and buckled it at the back of her neck.



A matching short chain soon linked her wrists together, and using the remote
control Toni turned on the TV and her new DVD player - one of the more
expensive ones that could hold up to three discs without having to be
changed.



Bound and gagged, naked and chained, Toni sat back to enjoy a few hours of
watching women get disciplined.  As the first disc started, Toni picked up
her vibrator, turned it on low, and placed it at the opening to her sex,
tracing the lines of her pussy lips.



"Mmmmmph!" Toni grunted with pleasure.



Watching the girl on screen being flogged, all that Toni could think was:
'Some girls have all the luck!'





"Flog me, Master?" begged Connie.



 If someone had told me a year ago that my wife Connie would be standing
naked and chained between two pillars in our playroom asking to be flogged,
I would have probably decked them with a right hook.  Instead I now regarded
our D/s play as a perfectly normal part of our sex lives.



In the beginning, I admit that I had considerable moral and ethical qualms
about what we were doing.  Normal married couples simply didn't have one
partner as a sex slave!



Every time that I had placed Connie in Bondage, I wondered if I was really
doing the right thing.  Even more so when I had her at my mercy, and would
then flog and mark her.



Was I doing the right thing in our marriage?  What sort of sex life was
this?



"Master?" Connie asked, disturbing my chain of thought.



"For that offense," I said firmly, "you shall be gagged while punished!"



 From the many toys hanging on the wall, I removed a penis shaped rubber gag
that had an air hole to help Connie breathe.  I inserted the gag between her
lips, then buckled it at the back of her neck.  Connie's lips eagerly had
surrounded the phallic shaped gag as I had placed it in her mouth, and now
the power of speech had been taken away from her as well.



"Mmmmph!"



"There now," I said, "that's much better!  Are you wet between your legs,
slut?" I asked.



I inserted two fingers of my right hand between her legs, making Connie moan
in response.  I pistoned my fingers inside her dripping wet sex.



"You are such a bondage slut," I admonished her, "who deserves to be
flogged!"



After I had cleaned my fingers on a tissue, and pressed a half-dollar into
the fingers of Connie's right hand.  That was our "Safeword" when we did a
scene if  gagged her.  There would be no mistaking when she reached her
limit when she released the coin onto the tiled floor.



"I think the flogger for tonight, my dear!"



I removed the flogger from it's hook on the wall, and ran its many strands
through my fingers.  The heavy leather would certainly hurt on impact, and
leave a Connie marked as well.



Which was, I knew, exactly the result that Connie wanted.  She wanted to be
naked and chained between the two pillars in our playroom.  She wanted to
flogged and whipped - and on a regular basis as well.  Lastly, she wanted me
to use all of her "holes" as she put it.  The more that I used her, the
better that she liked it.



"Prepare yourself, slave!"



Thunk!  Thunk!  Thunk!



Connie tensed and squealed every time the flogger struck her naked body.  In
the beginning, I always used mild strokes to warm her up - and me as well!



Thunk!  Thunk!  Thunk!



I watched as small sweat droplets ran down between her breasts, from her
shaved underarms, and between her legs.



Thunk!  Thunk!  Thunk!



At one point, Connie had suggested that she shave her wonderful bush, so
that she would totally bare between her legs to show the depth of her
submission to me.  I had refused, in fact ordered her not to do so.  Her
luxuriant bush covering her pussy was one of the most lovely things about
her, so I commanded her to keep it.



Thunk!  Thunk!  Thunk!



"Mmmmmmph!  Connie cried from behind her rubber gag.



The gag, I had quickly learned, was a truly wonderful device in bondage,
because it took away any inhibitions that a slave might possess - not that I
believed that Connie had any inhibitions in the first place!  It was Connie,
after all, that had made me her Master - not just her Husband!



Thunk!  Thunk!  Thunk!



"Mmmmmph!"



"Had enough slave?" I asked.



"Mmmmmmph!



I knew from past experience that Connie would literally stand here all night
and allow me to flog her until her entire body was on fire - then beg me to
fuck her on the floor.



I continued to flog her in a series of three strokes each time, taking care
that I never struck the same part of her body twice in a row.  I would
slowly circle around her, marking a different part of her each time.  Her
underarms, shoulderblades, breasts, tummy, bottom, and thighs all bore my
marks.



Thunk!  Thunk!  Thunk!



"Mmmmmmph!"  Connie cried.



"Perhaps we should make this more interesting?" I suggested, "nipple
 clamps?"



"Mmmmmph!" was Connie's only possible response.



She stood impassively in her chains as I fastened a pair of clamps upon her
already erect nipples, pinching them beforehand between my thumb and
forefinger.



"Perhaps a dildo as well?" I asked.



I then produced a black rubber dildo from our toy chest, and slid it
effortlessly between her thighs.  She moaned quickly in response.



"What a slut you are!"



"Mmmmmph!"



"I know what you require!"  I told her firmly.



In short order, I had locked a belt around her waist, and had placed the
dildo into a harness.  Next, I drew the strap between her legs and inserted
the dildo again inside Connie's sex.  Lastly, I pulled the strap between the
roller buckles, implanting the phallus within her.



"Mmmmmmph!"  Connie cried.



"Bondage slut!"  I laughed.



Thunk!  Thunk!  Thunk!



With her nipples clamped and the dildo firmly implanted in her sex, almost
every stroke of the flogger would give Connie an orgasm.  From behind her
gag, she moaned with both agony and ecstasy at the same time.



Thunk!  Thunk!  Thunk!



"Mmmmmph!"



I was becoming highly aroused as well by this time!



Thunk!  Thunk!  Thunk!



"Mmmmmph!"



I paused, and held Connie's naked and bound body close to mine - I could
feel that heat of her naked and punished flesh, and the slickness of her
sweat drenched body.



"You really enjoy this, don't you?" I asked.



Connie nodded her head up and down.



"Mmmmmph!"



I ran my hands over her tummy and her bottom, then pinched the skin between
her thighs, making her flinch in her bonds.



"Slave!"



I then picked up the flogger again.



"Shall we continue, darling?"  I asked, "the night is still young,
sweetheart."



Thunk!  Thunk!  Thunk!



Love and pain at the same time!  What a concept!



"Thunk!  Thunk!  Thunk!



I watched in awe as Connie experienced one orgasm after another, as the
combination of the flogger, nipple clamps, and dildo, and gag all produced a
tidal wave of orgasm that overwhelmed my bound wife with their effects.



"Mmmmmmph!"  Connie cried as she shook with one climax after another.



Whether by design or accident, Connie released the coin, which clattered to
the floor.  I immediately sprang into action, and undid the roller buckle
holding the gag within her mouth.  Connie took several deep breaths, her
chest heaving with excitement from our session.



"Thank you, Master," Connie said, "fuck me, please, I beg you!"



I removed the nipple clamps and dildo harness, and placed them on a nearby
table.  Releasing Connie from the columns, I supported her weight as I eased
her down to the floor, where I had a mat and pillow waiting.



"First slave," I ordered, "you must clean the dildo of your juices!"



"Yes, Master!"



I passed Connie the Dildo Harness, and she obeyed my orders as she took the
rubber phallus into her mouth, and quickly cleaned it of her feminine
secretions.  By that time, I was nude, and my cock was fully erect.



"Make me hard as a rock but don't make me come!  Or else you shall be
cropped all night!" I threatened her.



Connie obeyed, and soon my cock was deep inside her mouth.  Actually, I was
having a hard time keeping myself from coming.  How else could I respond
after what we had done together?



"Enough!"



Connie lay back upon the mat and opened her legs.  Entering her was no
problem - my cock easily slid inside her wet snatch, and she moaned in
response as I began to piston inside her.



She still wore her collar and wrist and ankle bracelets that were a mark of
her slavery.  The scent of the leather mingled with that of her sweat,
making a heady aroma matched by her own odor of arousal.



As a Master I had to learn considerable control myself, else I would have
come far too early myself.  In fact, I had come in my jeans a few times
early in our Domination games while still flogging Connie.  There was quite
a lot of effort involved in being a Master, I had discovered!



"Aaaaaaah!" I cried, my body about to erupt!



"Aaaaaaah!" Connie cried, her body matching mine thrust for thrust!



Our bodies erupted together in one of the most mind-blowing series of
climaxes that I had ever experienced in my life.  I wasn't sure who moaned
more - Connie or me - but we sure made a lot of noise together!



This was totally unlike the usual lovemaking that I had been used to - where
we were tucked in together in a nice comfortable bed, and the woman opened
her legs and just laid there.



I withdrew my limp cock between Connie's legs, and we lay together, panting
in unison.



"Thank was very good slave," I told her, "let us adjourn to the bedroom
where I shall take you again soon!"



"Yes, Master," Connie replied in earnest.





Sunday was a back to normalcy.  Except that Connie insisted on continuing to
be naked and wear her collar and bracelets as we breakfasted together.



"Master," Connie began, "do you know my friend Toni?"



"Sure," I answered, remembering an attractive well-built brunette.



"I would like to ask if she could witness one of our scenes?"



I very nearly choked on the coffee that I had been swallowing.



"What kind of idea is that?" I questioned.



"Toni and I have been good friends for many years, and she always knew of my
little secret.  Recently, she began to buy some toys for herself and place
herself in bondage and would masturbate while watching Porn films.  Now she'
d like to see a scene in real life - and we could do one for her!"



"You're not serious, are you?" I asked.



"I'm very serious - Master," Connie answered.



"But to have an audience - that's something else!" I pointed out.



"If we ever get to a public club, then we'll see an actual demonstration of
techniques that other couples use.  You will be able to learn quite a lot,
Master."



"In front of one of your girlfriends?"



"Why not?  You're quite a good Master, and this gives Toni the chance to see
a loving Master in control of his slave."



"What will Toni be doing while we're having our session?  Drinking a Coke
and eating Potato Chips?"



"Well, you could order her to be stripped naked, and bind her to a chair,
with her hands cuffed behind her back and her legs tied to the chair legs,
and gag her so that she'll be silent during the scene, Master," Connie
suggested.



"You've obviously thought this out, haven't you?" I observed.



"This is not an uncommon occurrence in D/s, Master.  It is rather obvious to
place a guest in bondage to keep them from wandering while a session is in
progress."



"Will Toni enjoy her bondage?" I asked.



"Sure!  Until now, she's only tied herself up, with the key nearby.  For the
first time, someone else will have tied her up and she will be unable to
free herself.  I'm certain that she will really enjoy the experience,
Master."



"Let's take this all the way.  What happens if Toni gets so turned on by our
little session that she asks if I wouldn't mind flogging her for a session -
what would be your feelings?"



"If you want to dominate Toni and do a session with her, that would be fine
with me, Master."



"You don't mind if I dominate another woman in front of you?" I asked.



"Well it's not like you're going to be having sex with her, Master."



"But it's all right to tie and flog another woman."



"Sam, there's one idea about D/s that you still don't understand.  It's
perfectly all right for Doms to loan out submissives - its not like having
sex.  A submissive can be loaned out if a Dom will be going away and their
Dom wants to make sure that their sub will be taken care of.  Or for
additional training, or to learn new bondage techniques.  This isn't
swinging for sexual purposes.  Greg used to loan me out lots of times to
others - both men and women - and in advance the conditions of my loan were
explicitly spelled out.  None of them used me sexually, Master."



"How can it not be sexual when you're running around naked, chained, and
beaten with a crop?" I asked.



"It's not like I was going there just to go to bed with another person."



"Oh," I answered stupidly.



"If Toni gets so turned on by seeing me in a session you can either chin me
up somewhere, or else have me perform as your assistant.  That way you
wouldn't have to get the toys yourself - I could hand them to you, Master."



"Just like in the movies?"



"Yes, Master, just like in the movies."



Stranger and stranger!





"YES!" Toni almost shouted in her bedroom after finishing on the phone with
Connie.



Saturday night was the agreed upon date for Toni to watch as Sam and Connie
performed a session for her.  Finally her interest in bondage was going to
progress from self-bondage to actually watching a Master and his submissive
in action.



She didn't have to place her hand between her legs to know that just the
very idea that she was going to see a real bondage scene in the flesh had
made her wet and excited.  There was nothing else for her to do about it -
except to get naked and give herself a much needed orgasm!



Toni quickly removed her clothes, and opened her goody drawer and removed
her favorite vibrator.  She lay naked on her bed, and opened her legs.
Turning the vibrator ON, she heard it's familiar buzzing sound and the
vibrations in her hand.  With her legs spread, she gradually eased the
vibrator inside herself, thrusting it within her garden of pleasure.  She
moaned with excitement as the vibrator pleasured her, bringing her closer to
orgasm.



"If only a man could be like this," she said aloud to herself.



Of the many lovers that she had had over the years, most had climaxed too
early for her.  Toni wanted a man to stay hard inside her long enough for
her to have a modest orgasm - why did men have to come so soon?



In contrast, the vibrator stayed hard at work - at least under the batteries
wore out - which lasted far longer then most men could.  When she had
discovered the dildo harness - which could lock a phallus inside her - Toni
had been overjoyed.  There was nothing like the feeling of having the
leather surrounding her thighs, and locking it around her body - and the
forever hard rubber cock inside her would drive her to new heights of true
ecstasy.



"Aaaaaaah!" Toni moaned when the vibrator hit her spot just right.



Beads of sweat rolled from her body, between her breasts, down her tummy,
between her legs.  Her heart raced from all of the stimulation that she was
getting from the vibrator.



"Oooooooh!  Ooooooh!" she cried, not caring just how much noise that she was
making.



Her heart racing from the vibrator, her mind full of visions of bondage from
all the tapes that she had purchased, Toni lay on her bed and drove herself
to one powerful orgasm after another.



"Aaaaaaah!" she finally cried when the last climax passed through her cunt,
and she lay limp and exhausted on the bed.



After she had rested a bit, she cleaned the vibrator off in the bathroom
that adjoined her bedroom, and washed herself off with a wash-cloth.
Putting on a robe, she walked over to the kitchen, and marked the Saturday
on the calendar the date that she had been invited over to Connie and Sam's
house.



She couldn't wait for the day to arrive!





It was finally Bondage Day!  Toni had been in a state of excitement all week
since the appointment had been made, and she had valiantly tried to keep her
mind off of the evening's events.  To that end she had cleaned her apartment
and done all her laundry, even as she mulled over the idea of buying a Maid'
s outfit like she had seen on her last visit to the fetish ship in NYC.



She had gone there just to kill some time and see a few new sex toys, and
this woman had been there with her husband - and she had tried on and
purchased a black rubber Maid's outfit.  Toni had gone jealous - not because
she couldn't afford the outfit, but rather because she didn't have a
companion to share her sex games with.



Eventually, the hour arrived.  Sam and Connie would pick her up in their
car, and take her to their house.  She watched at the window, and the car
came at exactly 10 PM as agreed.



Toni rushed out the front door, and Sam opened the back door of the Taurus
for her.  She slid in next to Connie, who was waiting for her.  Sam got into
the driver's seat and they drove off.



"I'm really looking forward to this," began Toni, "I've."



"Silence until you are permitted to speak," Sam calmly ordered.



"What?" Toni began, until Connie gave her a gentle poke in the ribs.



Then Toni caught on, and she remained silent.  The drive didn't take long,
and soon they pulled into from of their destination.  Sam exited first, then
opened the back doors for the two women to leave the car as well.  He
conducted them to the front door, and opened it for them.  Soon they were
all inside and the front door was closed behind them.



"You may conduct and prepare our guest in the playroom," Sam ordered.



"Yes. Master," Connie answered, "this way, Toni."



Toni remained silent as she followed her hostess down to the Playroom.  The
last time that she had been down there, the room had contained a bar and
pool table.  Now when the lights were turned on, she gasped - since it
looked like a set from the tapes that she had been watching!



"Strip," Connie instructed.



"I don't understand?"



"If you wish to see a session then you must be properly prepared - that
means being naked and bound - as I will be.  This isn't a tea party, Toni.
Now or never - decide!"



Toni's resistance had been an act.  She would have done anything, and would
do anything just then.  She just wanted to test the waters.



She had worn a blouse and skirt, bra and panties, pantyhose and a pair of
modest heels.  It took her just a few seconds to get naked in front of her
friend, and there she stood, her breasts and sex exposed.



"Very nice," Connie observed.



"What do you want me to do?" Toni asked.



"Stand still."



Toni stood naked as her girl friend removed a collar and padded bracelets
from a cabinet, and then Connie locked them on her.  Connie motioned her
over to a wooden chair, and Toni seated herself.  Toni then watched as her
legs were opened, and her ankle bracelets were locked to the chair legs.
Toni couldn't close her legs!  Then a wide leather belt was drawn around her
waist, and the roller buckle closed behind her back.  Her wrists were locked
behind her back, rendering her totally helpless!



Next a rubber penis gag was produced, and Toni obediently opened her mouth,
and the gag was inserted.  Her lips enfolded the stubby rubber cock, and she
found that it had an air hole for breathing.  Toni sat in the chair silently
as Connie buckled it at the nape of her neck.



Then Toni watched as Connie stripped off her clothes as well, and she
admired her friend's fit body.  Had she not been gagged, she might have
gasped when she saw the marks on her friend's naked body.  Instead she
stayed bound and silent in her first bondage - which she was determined to
enjoy to the hilt!



Lastly, Connie then placed a black leather padded blindfold over Toni's
eyes, cutting off her vision.  Toni stirred in her bondage, waiting for
whatever was going to happen next.



"Mmmmmph!" Toni grunted.



"Silence!" Connie commanded.



To emphasize her power, Connie reached out and pinched Toni's already erect
left nipple.  Toni immediately quieted down.



'I'm in bondage!' Toni thought to herself, 'and I can't use a key to escape!
I'm someone else's prisoner!  Connie can pinch my nipple - or thrust a dildo
in my sex - or use a crop on me!'



She heard Connie move away from her, and then nothing!  Whatever else was
going to happen, she would have to be patient for the rest of this scene to
unfold!



Toni waited patiently in her bondage, and she made careful breaths through
her nose and the penis gag.  She counted the seconds and minutes, tested her
bonds without effect, and eagerly awaited the drama to come!



Suddenly (she had not even heard his footsteps) her blindfold was removed!
The previously well lit playroom had been darkened somewhat, but she could
still see the room.



Sam was now dressed in a black leather vest and T-shirt and matching jeans,
and boots.  Connie now knelt in the room's center on a small throw rug, and
she was naked and wearing the same collar and bracelets as Toni.  Toni
observed that Connie knelt with her legs open, and her hands were on her
knees.



"Welcome Toni," Sam calmly began, "you have been invited to witness a scene
between myself and my slave wife Connie.  She tells me that you two have
been good friends for a long time, and have had few secrets between you.  Is
that correct?"



Toni nodded her head yes.



"Very good.  You understand that a slave cannot keep any secrets from her
Master."



Toni again nodded yes.



"Connie has told me that you have become interested in the idea of bondage,
and at home you have a set of sex toys and place yourself in bondage.  Is
that correct?"



Toni nodded yes.



"Very good.  What you are about to witness here will be a scene between my
slave and me.  As my slave, I have the total freedom and use of her body for
my sexual use.  I can use any of her holes as I wish.  In addition, the
freedom of her body means I use it to punish her for any infractions of her
behavior - or for just my pleasure alone."



Toni sat in rapt silence as Sam spoke of the conditions of her friend's
sexual slavery to her husband.



"Connie, have you been a bad girl lately?" Sam asked.



"Yes, Master.  I overspent my allowance this week."



"What is the punishment for that?"



"The paddle and riding crop, Master," Connie answered.



"Very good slave," Sam replied as he sat in a chair, "you may proceed."



Toni watched as her friend removed a leather paddle and crop from the wall,
then knelt in front of Sam and presented the two implements to him.  He took
them in silence from her.



"On my lap, slave," Sam commanded.



Connie draped herself over Sam's lap, and Toni watched as he offered the
paddle to Connie's lips.  She kissed the paddle, and he then proceeded to
massage her bottom with his right hand.  Next, with the paddle in his right
hand, he delivered the first blow.



Crack!



Toni's lips tightened themselves around the rubber phallus, and her tongue
ran itself around the fake glans boundary of the penis.  She was excited as
hell by what she was seeing!



Crack!  Crack!  Crack!



Each stroke of the paddle was delivered with just a little more force, and
Toni watched in rapt attention as Connie's bottom quickly reddened with each
impact.



Crack!  Crack!  Crack!



"As you can see, I have complete freedom of her body, to do so as I choose,"
Sam explained.



He then thrust two of his fingers into Connie's wet sex, and she moaned in
response.  Sam then offered his two digits to Connie, who cleaned and sucked
her juices off them without even having been ordered to do so.



"I have complete use your body - isn't that so, slave?"  Sam asked.



"Yes, Master!"



"Prepare yourself!"



Crack!  Crack!  Crack!



If every impact of the paddle on Connie's bottom left it's mark on her, it
also had the effect of leaving a mark on Toni as well.  Toni could not have
been any more sexually excited that she was already.  Had her bound hands
been free, they would certainly have been between her legs, thrusting
herself to orgasm.  The penis gag also had the effect of exciting her as
well, and Toni wished that it was a real cock instead.



Crack!  Crack!  Crack!



"Connie, do you enjoy your discipline?" Sam asked.



"Yes, Master," she answered, between strokes of the paddle.



"Which to you crave more - my whip or my cock?"



"Both, Master."



"Have you spent entire weekends in Bondage?"



"Yes, Sir!" she answered.



"Naked, and collared as you are now?"



"Yes, Master!"



Crack!  Crack!  Crack!



When Connie's bottom was a dull shade of red, Sam ceased paddling her and
began to rub her sore rear instead.  Toni guessed that her friend's flesh
was indeed hot from the punishment that she had just received.



"Kiss the paddle, slave!" Sam ordered.



"Thank you for my discipline, Master," Connie said as she obeyed his
commands.



"You may stand up now."



Connie got shakily to her feet, and Toni admired her friend's lovely naked
body, which was now going to undergo a more serious trail - the crop!



"How do you feel, slave?" Sam asked.



"Very good, Master."



"Are you ready to progress onwards?"



"Yes, Master Sam."



"Get the spreader bar for your legs and we shall use the ceiling chain
instead of the columns."



"Yes, Sir!"



Doing as she was told, Connie removed a spreader bar from the wall, and
knelt on the floor, under a chain hanging from the ceiling.  Sam walked over
and motioned for her to stand, which she eagerly did so.  Then her had
Connie lock the bar to her ankle bracelets so that she could not close her
legs.  She raised her hands, and Sam next locked her wrists together and
then to the ceiling chain.  He walked to a control panel set in the wall,
and Connie was slowly pulled taut as the slack was removed from the chain.



"Hanging from the wrists can be dangerous unless special care is taken," Sam
pointed out to his bound audience, "so I never suspend Connie more than a
couple of inches off the floor - usually I leave it so that her toes can
just touch the floor."



Sam picked up the riding crop from where he had placed it after Connie had
handed it to him when they had begun their scene.  Toni could see Connie's
ribcage below her taut skin!



"Are you ready to receive your discipline, slave?" Sam asked.



"Yes, Master."



"What is your safeword, Slave Connie?"



"Sinful, Master."



"You know what a safeword is?" Sam asked his bound audience.



Toni nodded yes with her head.



"Good, I see that you are knowledgeable about D/s," Sam commented, turning
back to Connie he flexed the crop, bending it between his hands.



Sam began by running the folded leather tip at the crop's end over Connie's
exposed and helpless naked body.  Even though the lights had been dimmed,
Toni could already see that her friend was sweating in anticipation of the
ordeal to come.



For that matter, Toni could feel the droplets of her own sweat from her
underarms, and between her breasts and thighs.  She controlled her
breathing, glad they had chosen the penis gag with an air hole, instead of
the ball-gag!



Sam ran the folded tip over her exposed breasts, down her tummy, on the
outside of her thighs, and finally on the sensitive skin between her legs.
Starting there, he began to use the crop like a metronome from music class,
striking the inside of first one leg and then the other!



Toni found it all very sensual and exciting!  The crop flicked between her
thighs, and she emitted low moans in response to its effects on her flesh.



"Aaaaaah!" Connie moaned.



Sam picked up the tempo and force of his strokes, having to bend down in
order to punish Connie between her thighs.



"Aaaaaah!"



Once the crop had marked the inside of Connie's thighs, Sam stopped and
presented the crop to Connie's waiting and expectant lips.  She kissed she
crop without having been ordered to.



"Very good, slave," Sam complimented Connie.



Sam next used the crop on Connie's exposed breasts, gradually flicking the
tip onto her flesh and leaving a small red mark behind, then moving from one
breast to another.  Connie did not flinch in her chains - rather she stood
proudly and received her discipline like a woman!



Then Sam moved on and used the crop on the taut skin below her underarms,
and left a series of small red marks behind.



"A true Master," Sam described, "does not break the skin, nor does he draw
blood.  That is for lurid sadistic novels - not real D/s practice."



Initially, Sam had been terrified of the basic idea of doing a scene in
front of an audience.  But with Toni bound, gagged, and unable to interfere,
she was the perfect audience!  In addition, the months of their D/s sex play
had given Sam the confidence and ability to perform in front of another
person.  D/s he had to admit was no longer something new and strange, but
rather had become a normal part of his sex play with Connie!



Connie moaned slightly whenever the crop repeatedly struck her naked body,
the crop elevating her to new levels of pleasure and pain both at the time.
She was enraptured by her ordeal, made even more so by Toni's presence.



"Aaaaah!" Connie cried when the crop struck a sensitive spot, making her
writhe within her bonds.



Connie's sexual aroma and sweat combined to form a heady mixture which Toni
could not help to smell and be aroused by.  Bound in her chair, she felt
herself horny as hell watching the scene before her.



Sam had used the crop to great effect on Connie's naked form, and her white
skin was marked red wherever the crop had struck.  Shiny beads of
perspiration ran down between her breasts and thighs, and she moaned softly.



He finished the scene with a series of harsh strokes that made Connie cry
out and jerk within her chains, bringing Toni suddenly to attention - for
she had fallen into a dreamlike state imagining that she was the one being
punished!



"Aaaaaah!" Connie cried.



"Kiss the crop, slave!" Sam ordered.



"Yes, Master!"



Connie did as she had been ordered to, and her red painted lips kissed the
instrument that Sam had used upon her.  Sam then proceeded to unlock her
from her bondage, and helped her to sit on a chair after her trying ordeal.



"Are you all right?" Sam asked.



"Yes, Master!" Connie answered.



Sam then removed Toni's penis gag, and she took several deep breaths.



"Thank you, Master Sam," said Toni.



"You're welcome.  Did you have a good time?" Sam asked as he unlocked her
wrists, and then the belt around her waist.



"Yes Master, very nice indeed, thank you ever so much!"



Sam bent down on one knee and unlocked her ankle bracelets from the chair
legs, and finally Toni was free of her bondage.  Then he stood up, looking
at Toni's naked figure.



"You're quite welcome, Toni," Sam replied.



Toni did not rise to her feet, instead she got onto the wooden onto her
knees, and crossed her wrists in front of Sam.



"Please Master Sam, this humble novice seeks to learn from your experienced
hand.  I beg that you instruct me and place me in your bondage, so that I
may feel your chains and your whip.  Please make me your slave!" begged
Toni.



All that Sam could do at that moment was to cast a glance at Connie, who was
seated in her chair.



Now Sam had two naked women in his house that wanted him to place them in
bondage - what was he going to do now?



The End of IMASS4A: Tormented Toni



To be continued.

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