“Come.”

Without looking, i followed.

He motioned me up the stairs. He told me to enter the room and i did so but i didnt look up. If i had i wouldve seen that lc wasnt ready. As it was, he just told me to turn back and go downstairs. i was confused but figured it wasnt me…so i wasnt really scared. It was so hot outside the room. i couldnt breathe. He put me facing the wall. i had my head down and my hands behind my back. i waited, clamly as he paced behind me. i think he noticed that i was not on point because he came up behind me and crept his hand up the back of my neck and took a handful of hair. i can not remember what he said, but he began to slap my face just the way he said he would when we spoke of how much i got off on a good old fashioned bitch slap. By the time he was done berating me and slapping my cheeks into pink perfection and roughly let go of my hair, i was wet and trembling and thanking God Almighty that this was finally happening.

He remained pressed against me and i dont know how it happened but the next thing i knew, i had my hand on his forearm. Realizing immediatly that i had touched without permission, i looked into his eyes and apologised. BAM!! Three strikes in less than 30 seconds. He only had 3 rules….no eye contact, speaking or touching without permission. i broke all 3 rules. The glint in his eye was maniacal and magical. He decided to give me a pass….good thing or the whole scene would have taken place while lc was kneeling in the room. i would like to take this opportunity to blame lc for confusing me and causing the errant touch.

He had enough time to reach up my skirt and praise me for being pantiless and smooth for him as requested. And somehow he knew that it was time to go back up. When we entered the room, lc was kneeling facing the table with the toys on it. i had enough time to see the St. Andrews Cross and the cedar post and the straight chair. There were toys hanging on the wall and then there was the futon.

“Corner.”

i was cornered and JB was working on lc. i could hear him and only just barely hear lc. i was worried. she was so quiet. Soon enough i was only worried about myself. A few weeks ago i missed a call from them and when i called back i left a message that was funny at the time…but entirely wrong now. For the sake of my ass i will not repeat the message here. (email me and ill tell you..hehe). He grabbed my hair and replayed the message off his cell and wondered aloud as he slapped my face if i was sorry now. i was.

i was instructed to strip. He turned his attentions to lc and restrained her to the cross by the wrists and ankles. He came back to me and put the wrist and ankle cuffs on me and applied a posture collar. i had to ask to speak and when given permission i mentioned my mother-child pendant with chagrin…as he had to remove the collar and help me remove the necklace. He began to kvetch about having to put in an AC unit and work so hard to make this a good scene and i couldnt be bothered to have removed a necklace…knowing full well that a collar was going to be involved. i apologised but i knew i would pay for this in a minute. He then applied the ballgag that we had decided i was going to need.

“Come.”

He indicated the straight chair off to the side of the cross where lc hung, head down, legs spread. i sat and placed my hands on my lap and watched him spank her pussy until she came and came and came. He found the spline flogger and began to whip her tits and pussy and legs as she whimpered and cried. The look on JB’s face was so classically sadisticly gleeful that i snorted through my ball gag.

“Were you just laughing at me?”

“uh uh” i muttered desparately through the gag.

“I really think you were laughing at me….what the fuck lc? Do you find any of this amusing?”

“no” said lc….sealing my fate for the second time.

i glared at her downturned head and saw JB grin again.

i tried to explain but i was gagged and the spline flogger was coming right for me.

“Open your legs” he said as he kicked my feet apart. The flogger rained down on my thighs and pussy with no let up in sight. He would not hear my apology and he would not let me breathe through the pain of it. i really nearly stood up out of the chair, which im certain would have been very very very bad. The look on his face as he whipped me was so fucking hot i almost wanted it to continue but i soon lost interest in watching him and squeezed my eyes shut against the pain.

“Shes not so tough is she lc…she said she was a painslut…didnt she say that?” Each word was punctuated with another strike of that flogger. i was begging for him to stop. Pleading for him to take pity on me. But through the gag it was ridiculous. He finally stopped and watched me as i cried and tried to rub my legs together to stop the raging sting. “Shes really not so tough now is she?”…he turned his attention to lc and i felt somehow released.

“lc broke these cuffs. she pulled the rings right off of them…she was standing right where you are now and she snapped them right off. Of course, they wont break now…no matter what.” He was talking quietly as he cuffed me to the post and stepped back to get something with which to hurt me. i wish i could remember what he used and when…but all i remember is pain and orgasms.

i know there were quirts and leather paddles and that i came with each implement. JB alternated between me and lc. The next thing i remember was lc reminding JB that my hands were purple. i straightened up and looked as he took me down and i started to whine a bit….”They are purple and they are coming down.” JB took the gag off me and i immediatly protested. “But they arent cold…and i can feel them.” i argued. JB said something about me being a nurse and yet i was still not going back on the post.

JB pulled out a padded step for me to kneel on and put me over the futon. He worked on me for a bit more and i was just getting ready to call for a breath of air, when the blows stopped. There was some hushed conversation and suddenly, JB announced that lc was crying. i wiped my eyes and opened them to listen without turning around.

“she thinks you are getting it too hard. she thinks you are suffering. What do you have to say, pet?”

“No Sir, im ok. im not hurt.”

“Turn.”

i turned and continued to kneel in front of them both. lc was being made to look at me as JB had a huge handful of her hair and continued to berate her into keeping her eyes open so she could see what she had caused. i dont know if he meant that this whole thing was her idea…which it wasnt. Or that the fact that i was no longer being hit was because of her stopping it.

“shes such a good soul, pet…she is worried that you are being hurt. she wants me to stop hurting you.”

i didnt know what to say. she wouldnt look at me and she wouldnt look at him. her eyes were closed and she was whimpering against his arm as he held her head up. She was really crying and my heart suddenly grew two sizes too big….i plead with her to look at me.

“im not hurt…hes not hurting me, lc. Please stop crying….i want this…im okay….”

JB wanted this experience for her and i wanted her to find the fun in it, but she was really upset and it was all i could do to remain kneeling in front of her. i was eye level to her pussy and all i could think was if i could just get close enough i could show her how okay i was feeling. ive always been better with actions than words… i just knew i could make her understand…hehe. i, of course, didnt move. i knew that taking over at all would just end the whole thing with JB and i also knew from conversation that lc thinks shes not bisexual….i tend to disagree but have no concrete evidence to back that up with….yet.

In all seriousness, JB and i had briefly discussed my concerns about going thru with this. lc was not kidding when she said she didnt particularly feel like she wanted to be with a woman sexually. i never felt like she was just embarrassed to admit it….i felt like she meant it. And i just cant handle rejection like that these days. JB said it was more about other things than forced bisexuality or things like that…but i told him that unless she told me specifically in private what she did or didnt want sexually from me….she was not going to get any kind of advance from me. Even during our conversations the only flirty things discussed had to do only with JB. i love playing with women…but i dont have to play with women either. Its been such a long time since ive been with men that im more focused on that.

He began to finger lc and she was slowly forgetting her concern for me. As she came each time, JB would feed her to me with his fingers and everyone slowly calmed and centered themselves. lc has since told me that she never saw the pain in my face when i was on my knees and she never saw him put his fingers in my mouth. i personally think this was the best part of the day…the part where i was really emotionally involved with these two…JBs concern for his slave and my heartbreak over her angst. Ironic that lc missed it.

To be continued…..