Strict Susan
05-22-2006, 9:02 AM
Susan gave him a whipping. Not too hard or for too long, but enough to raise nice red welts across his backside. Susan was quite satisfied with her handiwork, and ready to move on.
The table was next. It was comfortably padded and with solid tie-points down each side. He was firmly attached, still naked, his legs apart and tied at the ankles, his arms out away from his sides. Susan had added the attachment to the table, the narrow padded board to rest his head so that she could stand, straddle his face, and reach most of his body all at the same time. She buckled the leather strap to hold him firmly by the neck – not too tightly but secure enough to stop him moving his head around. She always hated that. She hated it when men kept on moving about every time they were a little uncomfortable or could not breathe properly for a minute or two.
Susan, of course, had not removed her clothes. In fact she had dressed especially for the occasion in one of her most severe outfits. The close-fitting one-piece black leather outfit zipped up the front. She also wore her knee-length black boots. When she had bought it the outfit could be unzipped right down and underneath, but Susan had spent a considerable amount of time and effort in adding her own modifications.
Now, after Susan’s painstaking work, it was possible to unzip the underneath without unzipping the outfit all the way down the front. She had also added a very special hollow tube, not rigid but stretchy and pliable, which vibrated to give her just that little bit of extra pleasure when she attended to slaves that she had no particular desire to physically touch. A little remote radio unit controlled the power of the vibrations, capable of producing anything from the gentlest, faintest buzzing to a shuddering vibration that would shake her whole body.
To any slave underneath her, the leather of Susan’s outfit seemed to curve smoothly round and into her while pressing together. All the vibrating parts were invisible and out of reach of curious eyes, casual fingers or other parts that might happen to be squashed against her or even just a little way in between the leather.
There was something else, something that only Susan knew about. Certainly the leather and the tube were arranged in such a way that any slave’s hardness could be encompassed inside it. Such an act would undoubtedly have proved highly pleasurable to Susan, giving an extra width and boost to the feelings the stretchy tube that gave her such ecstasy. Yet, because of that extra something, she had never done it, although the wickedness in her thrilled at the thought that she could and she might.
Susan stood over his face and looked down at him. She lowered herself to sit comfortably, not smothering him or squashing with because her feet remained on the floor and she kept at least some of her weight off him for the moment at least. She leaned forward reaching both hands towards his hardness, preparing to grip with her fingernails and to pull up and down until she felt him trying to scream for mercy underneath her.
At that moment, something hit Susan hard on the back of the head and she fell forward, dazed.
As Susan struggled to clear her head and work out what had happened, she realised that someone was tying her wrists. By the time she had recovered sufficiently to move, he found she could not. Her wrists were firmly secured to the metal tie-points at the edge of the table, and she was lying on top of him with his hardness staring her in the face.
He was clearly trying to say something, babbling frantically from somewhere between her leather-clad legs, but his words were muffled and not making much sense. Buried as much of his face was underneath her, it seemed he still had a clearer view of what was happening than Susan did.
A voice whispered in Susan’s ear, “You slut. You perverted, disgusting slut.”
It was his fiancée, although how she had found them and managed to get into Susan’s dungeon was a mystery.
Susan felt a rope looping around her neck and then one end of it being pushed under the tops of his legs so that both ends ended on the same side of him.
“You like his body?” the voice hissed in her ear, “Eat it then.”
She grabbed Susan by the hair and pulled her head painfully upwards. With her other hand the girl grasped his hardness and forced it into Susan’s mouth. She tightened the rope and knotted it securely, pulling Susan’s head right down onto him and making it impossible for her to get him out of her mouth. The rope, already tight round her neck and almost choking her, would strangle her completely if she tried to raise her head.
“I wonder how much pain he likes,” said the girl softly, “And how you like pain.”
She picked up a heavy wooden paddle from Susan’s rack of whips and floggers, and tested it in her hand. Raising it high in the air she brought it down with all her strength on Susan’s leather-clad buttocks. Susan was jolted forward with the force of the impact, feeling the pain and stinging even through the leather. He screamed as Susan’s teeth dug into him.
“Just right,” said the girl, and started a heavy, rhythmical beating with the paddle on Susan, who tried, unsuccessfully, to keep as motionless as possible. He cried and moaned as the paddle lifted and fell on Susan, giving an anguished yelp of pain with each stroke as Susan’s teeth scraped him and dug into him. Susan’s eyes filled with tears at the pain of the beating she was now experiencing for the first time.
Finally the girl stopped. She untied the rope round Susan’s neck holding her on to him, but she did not release the ties holding Susan’s wrists to the edges of the table.
“Oh look,” she said, “He’s awfully sore.”
‘Sore’ was undoubtedly an understatement. There was redness and bruising where Susan’s teeth had dug into him, and in several places a trace of blood where they had broken the skin. Much of his rigidity had gone, yet as the girl grasped him to have a better look at the damage, he started to harden once more.
“Disgusting man,” she said. “Still exciting, is it? To have Susan on top of you?”
She slapped his hardness to one side, and wandered round the dungeon looking at the various implements.
“You’d never,” she said picking up a large dildo, “Get THAT up his ass.”
She waved it in Susan’s face.
Susan shook her head. “That’s mine,” she said weakly, “Sometimes... when I’m alone….”
“I see,” said the girl walking round behind Susan to look down into the man’s face. “And I suppose YOU would like to watch that?”
He was still babbling. “Yes…I mean no…..I mean if you were doing it then yes….this isn’t….it doesn’t…..it’s not like you and me….it’s just….”
“Oh shut up,” she said. “You want to watch it, then you can watch it.”
She thrust the end of the dildo hard into Susan, forcing it in between the leather and pushing it as hard as she could until the whole length of its long shaft had disappeared. Susan gasped. The man, wide-eyed for a moment, then shut his eyes tightly.
With an expression of disgust, the girl grasped the protruding end of the dildo and tried to pull it out. It seemed to be stuck. She tried again, with no success.
“What?”
Intrigued, she turned to the gasping Susan. “How do you do that?!!”
Susan tried to explain. “It’s not me holding it. It’s the insert, in the clothes. Near the top. Spikes, pointing inwards. No problem sliding in. Getting out is nearly impossible. They just dig in and hold.”
The girl seemed fascinated. She gripped the end of the dildo in both hands, put one foot up against Susan’s buttocks and pulled with all her strength. It came out suddenly, with deep, ripped score marks in the head of it.
“How excellent,” said the girl thoughtfully.
“Now,” she said to herself, “If only I can figure out how to turn her round and get the little pervert into her without either of them getting away.”
It took her an hour, and she only accomplished it by careful use of several of the implements she found on the walls of Susan’s dungeon. Susan and he were so much stronger than she was. One false move would have resulted in disaster, but she managed to ensure that Susan was completely incapable of making any move in any direction other than the one she intended for every inch of it.
Finally, she had Susan perfectly position above him. He knew exactly what was about to happen. He had seen the ripped and damaged end of the dildo she had pulled with such difficulty from Susan. Even so, his hardness remained as rigid as it had been earlier.
He was touching Susan. The very end of his hardness pushed apart the opening in her leather suit. Susan’s muscles quivered. The angle she was now tied made it impossible for her to move in any direction other than one – straight downward engulfing his hardness deep into the tube that itself was deep inside her and vibrating gently.
The girl made one last check, walking all around the table on which the two of them were restrained. For a moment she looked straight into Susan’s eyes.
“Don’t. Please don’t,” whispered Susan.
“It’s no more than he deserves,” she said curtly. “So we may as well get on with it.”
She went to the side of the table and grasped the base of his hardness in one hand. In the other hand she held the same paddle she had used earlier. Susan still strained to try and avoid lowering herself any further onto him.
The girl raised the paddle, using it much as one might use a hammer to drive a nail home, only now she held the ‘nail’ with her other hand while she pounded on Susan’s buttocks to force her steadily down onto it, using all her strength with each blow. Susan was unable to resist, and fraction by fraction she sank right down onto him until his hardness was completely engulfed.
“Excellent,” said the girl. “That should keep the two of you occupied for a while, and I’m sure it’s just what you both wanted, to make love so beautifully, isn’t it?”
“What’s this?” said the girl suddenly, waving a remote control unit in Susan’s face. “What does this control?”
“Nothing,” mumbled Susan. “I don’t use it now.”
“Really?” The girl examined the small dials, and then turned one of them a little way to the right. Her fiancé, or more likely now her former fiancé, gave a moan of pain.
“Aha!” Delighted, she sat down on a chair at the side of the room and experimented with the remote device.
“Stop! Stop!” gasped Susan as the man under her shrieked in pain and Susan found herself completely unable to keep still when the girl increased the vibrations.
“Why?” asked the girl. “It’s fascinating.”
“You’ll damage him. Those spikes, they’ll shred him to pieces.”
“So? I don’t want him. He’s no use to me now, and you really think I care what happens to his nasty little bits?” She studied the device in her hand. “All the same,” she said thoughtfully, “I suppose it would be a great pity to do too much damage too quickly, when I could have hours of pleasure with this little thing.”
Slowly she turned the dials again, watching and listening to the reactions from both Susan and her fiancé.
“No,” she said decidedly. “ I think I’ll gag you both first. I really don’t like the sound of people screaming.”
“And,” she went on, “Not hours of pleasure. Days.”
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"She Gave Him a Whipping" is one of a collection of short stories by Susan Strict "Strictly Susan - The Second Collection" published by A1 Adult eBooks. Click the graphic for more details.
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The table was next. It was comfortably padded and with solid tie-points down each side. He was firmly attached, still naked, his legs apart and tied at the ankles, his arms out away from his sides. Susan had added the attachment to the table, the narrow padded board to rest his head so that she could stand, straddle his face, and reach most of his body all at the same time. She buckled the leather strap to hold him firmly by the neck – not too tightly but secure enough to stop him moving his head around. She always hated that. She hated it when men kept on moving about every time they were a little uncomfortable or could not breathe properly for a minute or two.
Susan, of course, had not removed her clothes. In fact she had dressed especially for the occasion in one of her most severe outfits. The close-fitting one-piece black leather outfit zipped up the front. She also wore her knee-length black boots. When she had bought it the outfit could be unzipped right down and underneath, but Susan had spent a considerable amount of time and effort in adding her own modifications.
Now, after Susan’s painstaking work, it was possible to unzip the underneath without unzipping the outfit all the way down the front. She had also added a very special hollow tube, not rigid but stretchy and pliable, which vibrated to give her just that little bit of extra pleasure when she attended to slaves that she had no particular desire to physically touch. A little remote radio unit controlled the power of the vibrations, capable of producing anything from the gentlest, faintest buzzing to a shuddering vibration that would shake her whole body.
To any slave underneath her, the leather of Susan’s outfit seemed to curve smoothly round and into her while pressing together. All the vibrating parts were invisible and out of reach of curious eyes, casual fingers or other parts that might happen to be squashed against her or even just a little way in between the leather.
There was something else, something that only Susan knew about. Certainly the leather and the tube were arranged in such a way that any slave’s hardness could be encompassed inside it. Such an act would undoubtedly have proved highly pleasurable to Susan, giving an extra width and boost to the feelings the stretchy tube that gave her such ecstasy. Yet, because of that extra something, she had never done it, although the wickedness in her thrilled at the thought that she could and she might.
Susan stood over his face and looked down at him. She lowered herself to sit comfortably, not smothering him or squashing with because her feet remained on the floor and she kept at least some of her weight off him for the moment at least. She leaned forward reaching both hands towards his hardness, preparing to grip with her fingernails and to pull up and down until she felt him trying to scream for mercy underneath her.
At that moment, something hit Susan hard on the back of the head and she fell forward, dazed.
As Susan struggled to clear her head and work out what had happened, she realised that someone was tying her wrists. By the time she had recovered sufficiently to move, he found she could not. Her wrists were firmly secured to the metal tie-points at the edge of the table, and she was lying on top of him with his hardness staring her in the face.
He was clearly trying to say something, babbling frantically from somewhere between her leather-clad legs, but his words were muffled and not making much sense. Buried as much of his face was underneath her, it seemed he still had a clearer view of what was happening than Susan did.
A voice whispered in Susan’s ear, “You slut. You perverted, disgusting slut.”
It was his fiancée, although how she had found them and managed to get into Susan’s dungeon was a mystery.
Susan felt a rope looping around her neck and then one end of it being pushed under the tops of his legs so that both ends ended on the same side of him.
“You like his body?” the voice hissed in her ear, “Eat it then.”
She grabbed Susan by the hair and pulled her head painfully upwards. With her other hand the girl grasped his hardness and forced it into Susan’s mouth. She tightened the rope and knotted it securely, pulling Susan’s head right down onto him and making it impossible for her to get him out of her mouth. The rope, already tight round her neck and almost choking her, would strangle her completely if she tried to raise her head.
“I wonder how much pain he likes,” said the girl softly, “And how you like pain.”
She picked up a heavy wooden paddle from Susan’s rack of whips and floggers, and tested it in her hand. Raising it high in the air she brought it down with all her strength on Susan’s leather-clad buttocks. Susan was jolted forward with the force of the impact, feeling the pain and stinging even through the leather. He screamed as Susan’s teeth dug into him.
“Just right,” said the girl, and started a heavy, rhythmical beating with the paddle on Susan, who tried, unsuccessfully, to keep as motionless as possible. He cried and moaned as the paddle lifted and fell on Susan, giving an anguished yelp of pain with each stroke as Susan’s teeth scraped him and dug into him. Susan’s eyes filled with tears at the pain of the beating she was now experiencing for the first time.
Finally the girl stopped. She untied the rope round Susan’s neck holding her on to him, but she did not release the ties holding Susan’s wrists to the edges of the table.
“Oh look,” she said, “He’s awfully sore.”
‘Sore’ was undoubtedly an understatement. There was redness and bruising where Susan’s teeth had dug into him, and in several places a trace of blood where they had broken the skin. Much of his rigidity had gone, yet as the girl grasped him to have a better look at the damage, he started to harden once more.
“Disgusting man,” she said. “Still exciting, is it? To have Susan on top of you?”
She slapped his hardness to one side, and wandered round the dungeon looking at the various implements.
“You’d never,” she said picking up a large dildo, “Get THAT up his ass.”
She waved it in Susan’s face.
Susan shook her head. “That’s mine,” she said weakly, “Sometimes... when I’m alone….”
“I see,” said the girl walking round behind Susan to look down into the man’s face. “And I suppose YOU would like to watch that?”
He was still babbling. “Yes…I mean no…..I mean if you were doing it then yes….this isn’t….it doesn’t…..it’s not like you and me….it’s just….”
“Oh shut up,” she said. “You want to watch it, then you can watch it.”
She thrust the end of the dildo hard into Susan, forcing it in between the leather and pushing it as hard as she could until the whole length of its long shaft had disappeared. Susan gasped. The man, wide-eyed for a moment, then shut his eyes tightly.
With an expression of disgust, the girl grasped the protruding end of the dildo and tried to pull it out. It seemed to be stuck. She tried again, with no success.
“What?”
Intrigued, she turned to the gasping Susan. “How do you do that?!!”
Susan tried to explain. “It’s not me holding it. It’s the insert, in the clothes. Near the top. Spikes, pointing inwards. No problem sliding in. Getting out is nearly impossible. They just dig in and hold.”
The girl seemed fascinated. She gripped the end of the dildo in both hands, put one foot up against Susan’s buttocks and pulled with all her strength. It came out suddenly, with deep, ripped score marks in the head of it.
“How excellent,” said the girl thoughtfully.
“Now,” she said to herself, “If only I can figure out how to turn her round and get the little pervert into her without either of them getting away.”
It took her an hour, and she only accomplished it by careful use of several of the implements she found on the walls of Susan’s dungeon. Susan and he were so much stronger than she was. One false move would have resulted in disaster, but she managed to ensure that Susan was completely incapable of making any move in any direction other than the one she intended for every inch of it.
Finally, she had Susan perfectly position above him. He knew exactly what was about to happen. He had seen the ripped and damaged end of the dildo she had pulled with such difficulty from Susan. Even so, his hardness remained as rigid as it had been earlier.
He was touching Susan. The very end of his hardness pushed apart the opening in her leather suit. Susan’s muscles quivered. The angle she was now tied made it impossible for her to move in any direction other than one – straight downward engulfing his hardness deep into the tube that itself was deep inside her and vibrating gently.
The girl made one last check, walking all around the table on which the two of them were restrained. For a moment she looked straight into Susan’s eyes.
“Don’t. Please don’t,” whispered Susan.
“It’s no more than he deserves,” she said curtly. “So we may as well get on with it.”
She went to the side of the table and grasped the base of his hardness in one hand. In the other hand she held the same paddle she had used earlier. Susan still strained to try and avoid lowering herself any further onto him.
The girl raised the paddle, using it much as one might use a hammer to drive a nail home, only now she held the ‘nail’ with her other hand while she pounded on Susan’s buttocks to force her steadily down onto it, using all her strength with each blow. Susan was unable to resist, and fraction by fraction she sank right down onto him until his hardness was completely engulfed.
“Excellent,” said the girl. “That should keep the two of you occupied for a while, and I’m sure it’s just what you both wanted, to make love so beautifully, isn’t it?”
“What’s this?” said the girl suddenly, waving a remote control unit in Susan’s face. “What does this control?”
“Nothing,” mumbled Susan. “I don’t use it now.”
“Really?” The girl examined the small dials, and then turned one of them a little way to the right. Her fiancé, or more likely now her former fiancé, gave a moan of pain.
“Aha!” Delighted, she sat down on a chair at the side of the room and experimented with the remote device.
“Stop! Stop!” gasped Susan as the man under her shrieked in pain and Susan found herself completely unable to keep still when the girl increased the vibrations.
“Why?” asked the girl. “It’s fascinating.”
“You’ll damage him. Those spikes, they’ll shred him to pieces.”
“So? I don’t want him. He’s no use to me now, and you really think I care what happens to his nasty little bits?” She studied the device in her hand. “All the same,” she said thoughtfully, “I suppose it would be a great pity to do too much damage too quickly, when I could have hours of pleasure with this little thing.”
Slowly she turned the dials again, watching and listening to the reactions from both Susan and her fiancé.
“No,” she said decidedly. “ I think I’ll gag you both first. I really don’t like the sound of people screaming.”
“And,” she went on, “Not hours of pleasure. Days.”
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"She Gave Him a Whipping" is one of a collection of short stories by Susan Strict "Strictly Susan - The Second Collection" published by A1 Adult eBooks. Click the graphic for more details.
http://www.strictsusan.com/publish/286fs.jpg (http://www.a1adultebooks.com/site.php?id=SusanS&pr=286)