“Oh yes, we are going to have so much fun Chrissy”
Standing behind her slave, Mistress Jo reached out and yanked Chrissy's tube top down to her waist. Then, raising her slut's hands over her head, Mistress Jo attached the overhead cuffs. Giving a good pull she made sure Chrissy was firmly attached and unable to escape. Mistress Jo pulled on the chains raising Chrissy up and totally off her feet. Walking around behind her, she quickly striped the rest of the whore's clothes off, leaving her hanging completely by her arms, naked and defenseless.
Mistress Jo bent down and shackled her slave's ankles to the floor cuffs. Jo was now completely suspended from the ceiling by her wrists, and the floor cuffs made sure she could barely move. Mistress Jo slapped her slave’s ass in an affectionate manner, then walking around in front of her, leaned over to suck one of her nipples into her mouth. Looking down in astonishment at the gentleness Chrissy was totally confused. She grew more confused as her Mistress began to gently rub her mound, delicately tracing a path up and down her slit. When Mistress Jo got to her knees and began to make tender love with her mouth, Chrissy got even more nervous. After a few more moments, Chrissy was racked by a pleasant orgasm, and when her Mistress looked up from between her legs and smiled innocently, Chrissy finally understood.
Seeing the dawning comprehension in her slave's eyes, Jo smiled, and then burst out laughing. “Oh yes my precious slave, today is the day. Today I am going to do my best to break you. And I will break you my precious”
Laughing, Mistress Jo turned to the wall, pulling down a belt. "And I will start slow, and work you over until you are crying and screaming, then I will continue some more"
As she felt the first sting of the belt across her ass, Chrissy realized her Mistress was totally serious, and fully capable of breaking her, and she whimpered Chrissy knew how much punishment she could take, but the look in her Mistress’s eyes scared her. She let out the usual grunts expected from a slave being whipped by a belt, but her mind kept returning to the look in her Mistresses eyes. Slowly she felt her ass begin to warm. The pain before the pleasure.
Her Mistress totally ignored her, and went over to a coffee machine, sat down, and began to drink a coffee. Chrissy looked on in dismay.
If her Mistress was going to treat her as nothing more than a job, oh shit. Chrissy shivered. Looking around, Chrissy realized just how much torment she might be subjected to, and cried. Totally inside, not daring to show weakness.
As her Mistress slowly looked her over, Chrissy realized a very simple fact. Her Mistress would not stop until she, Chrissy, was completely broken. Dreading the pain coming, but willing herself to stand firm, Chrissy readied herself for pain, for major torture. But she knew, she KNEW if she could just hold out. Quivering, Chrissy readied herself.
Jo just walked around the slave. The belt lashing out, striking her ass, her ribs, tits, and a few times an especially hard lash between her legs. Chrissy would see a small smile on her Mistresses face each time she jumped. Jo would stop for a minute to grab her by the hair, almost yanking it out to force her head to the side so she could kiss her. Then she would stand back, and whip her tits especially hard, carefully making sure to strike her nipples each time.
After another 10 minutes of this Chrissy's body was turning a delightful red all over, from her shoulders down to her ankles. Not one spot had been left alone. Jo noticed Chrissy was hanging a bit limp, so she took her down for a short rest. Jo went and sat at the table, pouring herself another coffee and looking at her slave lying on the floor. Jo listened to the slow gasps as Chrissy recovered and smiled once more.
Feeling the effects of the coffee, Jo went over to Chrissy, and started kicking her hard in the ribs until she was on her back. Then just saying the one word needed, "toilet", Jo stripped completely, squatted over her slave’s mouth and began pissing. When her bladder was once again empty, she waited for Chrissy to finish cleaning her pussy of any leftover piss and stood up.
“Get Up”, Jo ordered, and kicked Chrissy in the ribs. Jo went over to the table, turned around looking at the various hanging bracelets and frames scattered around the room. Choosing a simple table with appropriate shackles, she ordered Chrissy onto it face down and secured her firmly in place.
Taking up a nice light effective whip, Jo began to strike Chrissy's ass. She set up a nice regular rhythm and made each stoke a bit harder then the last one. Soon Chrissy was squirming, so Jo just beat her ass even harder with the whip. While whipping Chrissy's ass, Jo could feel herself getting wet watching how she turned Chrissy's ass from white to red in moments. Jo stopped for a moment to catch her breath, and then changed whips to a heavier more painful one.
Raising her arm, Jo let her hardest blow go, the whip cracking into Chrissy's bruised ass making a sound like a pistol shot. Chrissy screamed which excited Jo so much she began beating Chrissy all the more, moving from her ass, down her legs, and across her back. With each strike Chrissy would scream, and the screaming seemed to never stop, Jo was whipping her so fast and hard. Jo slowed the strokes when she noticed Chrissy was bleeding from her back and ass. Nothing too severe of course, Chrissy knew what she was doing. She walked to the front of the table, grabbed Chrissy's hair and yanked her up for another deep kiss, then licked her face clean of the tears. Still holding her up by the hair, Jo spit in her face, then slammed her face down onto the table.
Walking around the table slowly running her hand over Chrissy's slutty body, Jo paused by Chrissy's ass. Looking happily at her work so far, Jo was pleased. Chrissy's body looked like a map, bloody red lines criss-crossed her from her neck down to her ankles, and she was still crying. Jo laughed again as another idea occurred to her. Can't have my slave getting an infection she said, and went to the other table fetching a bowl and washcloth. Making sure the washcloth was nice and wet, and then looking carefully at Chrissy's face, noticing the look of thanks on her face, Jo started to wipe Chrissy's ass. Chrissy jumped as high as she could, the loudest scream yet breaking from her lips. Jo just kept washing her, her ass, legs and finally her back. When she was done, she stood in front of Chrissy's face until the screaming finally stopped, her body still racked by her sobbing, tears running like a small river down her face. Jo just waited until even the sobbing stopped a few minutes later. Gently placing her hand under Chrissy's jaw, and raising her face so she would be able to see Chrissy's reaction, Jo quietly explained
“I used pure vinegar to wash your wounds. It will clean them completely, and I really wanted to find out how loud you can scream. It was quite nice”
Chrissy's eyes grew as large as they possibly could, and then some. She realized that this woman really could be so cruel there really was no word for it except sadist. Then comprehension hit her again. She realized this was nothing compared to whatever Jo had planned next.
Chrissy started to cry as she realized that she would break eventually. She was just thankful it was her Mistress Jo that was doing the breaking. And break her she would.
Jo untied Chrissy and led her to the small table where she had been enjoying her coffee. Jo calmly poured Chrissy a coffee. As she held the cup out to her slave, Jo was very pleased indeed. Chrissy's arm barely shook as she accepted the gift from her Mistress. Both of them sitting there, calmly appraising each other, and totally reveling in the shared experience. Each giving the other what was so desperately wanted, desired and needed.
Jo lit a smoke, and handed the pack and lighter over to her slut. Chrissy calmly lit up one also, not daring to meet her Mistress's eyes, lest it cause another immediate punishment. “You have done quite well so far Chrissy”, Jo exclaimed while calmly blowing smoke into Chrissy's face.
“Thank you Mistress Jo”, Chrissy said as she too sipped slowly on her hot coffee. Both girls just sat there enjoying the moment. So seldom does it ever occur that a Mistress may find a slave worthy of her, or a slave find a Mistress worthy of her either. Both just sat there enjoying the moment. Calmly finishing their cigarettes and coffee's.
Jo drained the last of her coffee, stubbed out her smoke, and then raised her feet onto the chair looking at Chrissy.
“Toile”, Jo said. Chrissy immediately dropped to her knees in front of Jo, quickly fastening her mouth over Jo's pussy waiting for the golden champagne she so loved to drink from her Mistress. Jo reached down caressing her slave's hair. “God”, Jo thought, “I am so lucky with this bitch. Easy to train, eager to please, a definite keeper”, she thought just as her bladder finally let loose. Jo thrust her hips slightly forward to allow her Chrissy easier access, then just relaxed letting it all flow, listening to the gentle gurgle coming from between her legs. Once she was done with her toilet, and her toilet had finished cleaning her completely, Jo stood.
“This has been enough time for you to relax and recover slave. Now, look over there, I need you to go and fasten yourself to the new equipment”.
Chrissy looked where her Mistress pointed, but could not understand what was so new about it. It was just a sort of familiar box frame with shackles attached for her wrists and ankles. She was used to the X frame, and sure this was a little different, but she was still confused.
But, her Mistress had told her to, so she went over and began fastening herself down.
Chrissy went and fastened herself down as best as she could. Now obviously she could never do all of her straps, but like Jo cared?????????? Chrissy was on a box frame. Very old fashioned, a simple square frame. But Jo liked its simplicity for this reason. She had made very minor changes to it. After fastening the final strap locking the whore Chrissy in place, Jo was glad to show off.
This is, (looking directly at Chrissy) so simple.
“I do NOT say it will bring out the best in you slut, I am saying though that it is the best for all around spanking and whipping. When you first looked it did look like a square. But when you looked closer you saw the hinges. Small hinges that would allow me to bend you nearly any way I want to”
Walking over, Jo fastened the last cuff, making sure Chrissy was firmly tightened down. Jo just walked around, slowly circling her slave, enjoying the moment. Going back to her table, Chrissy picked up a riding crop, and strode back to Chrissy. Jo smiled then struck Chrissy across the face with the crop leaving a bright red welt across her cheek. As tears roll down the slut's face, Jo begins to whip her boobs with the riding crop. Smashing her nipples with the crop brings a delightful scream from her slave's throat exciting Jo even more and causing her to redouble her tit whipping. After a few minutes, Chrissy's boobs are a bright red, bruises forming, and a little bit of blood trickles from one boob. They are completely marked by her Mistress’s lashings. Jo stops to admire her work, then leans over and licks up the small amount of blood.
Putting the crop down for a moment, Jo leans into Chrissy and licks the tears off her face. Digging her fingers into Chrissy's boobs, Jo steps back pull leans forward again and bites down hard on one nipple, her right hand going between her slave's legs to rub her mound. Jo slides two fingers into her slave's moist pussy and begins finger fucking her.
Kneeling down, she begins to suck on Chrissy's clit, her fingers pumping in and out of the slut's pussy. Chrissy begins moaning louder and louder, her juices wetting her Mistress’s face and hand, then she lets out a scream as she comes. Then she lets out a shriek as she feels her Mistress bite down hard on her outer labia.
Jo stands and rubs her wet face against the whore's lips. Kissing her softly on the lips Jo whispers to her.
“You are doing splendidly, I am very proud of you”
Chrissy's eyes brim with tears of happiness as she gazes back into her loving Mistress’s eyes. Jo picks up the crop and begins rubbing it between Chrissy's legs. Soon Chrissy is cumming again, her juices soaking the riding crop in her Mistresses hand. Jo raises the crop to her face and licks some of the slave juice, then presses it to Chrissy's face and watches her lick it totally clean of her juices.
Jo steps back and goes behind Chrissy. Raising her arm she begins raining hard blows on Chrissy's back. Striking her across her shoulder blades, and down to her ass and back up. Jo keeps up her beating until Chrissy starts to go a bit limp, but Jo doesn’t stop. Her slut is still screaming so nicely. Jo feels herself getting wet as nice large bruises form on Chrissy's back. Some of her blows were harder than she realized as some of the welts are bleeding slightly. Her arm finally grows tired, so Jo steps to Chrissy's front, pulling one of her nipples out as far as it will go, she kisses Chrissy, then heads back to her table to sit for awhile. Sitting down, catching her breath she admires her handiwork. Chrissy is standing again, her face has a bright red welt across it, and below her neck it is a mass of welts and bruises. Jo just loves the way Chrissy looks at her waiting, she knows there will be more punishment shortly.
(To be cont'd)