Neighborhood Sex and Torture Club
CHAPTER 2
Excitement was running high at Rosie's house. It was getting very
close to the time Bill was supposed to arrive. Rosie and Kim were
ready. They had primped and preened most of the afternoon. Make-up
was important. It had to be just right. Enough to accent but not
so much as to appear slutty. Most of the time had been spent
deciding how to dress. Both wanted to make sure they gave Bill just
the right signal.
Rosie had decided how the evening would begin. She would give Bill
a small demonstration of what she had been doing with her daughter.
This would give them all a warmup period where Kim could calm down
and Bill could see some of what was expected of him without any
pressure to perform. She wanted this to be a good experience for
all of them, but was especially concerned for Kim, since it would be
her first time with a man. Loss of virginity was a big event for
every woman and she wanted to make sure that Kim would remember hers
with fondness for the rest of her life.
Bill knocked on the back door of his neighbor's house. He held a
gym bag full of the equipment he had bought at the sex shop. His
clothes had also been chosen carefully. A loose fitting running suit
covered the leather bikini briefs he had purchased at the same
shop. High quality deck shoes with no socks completed his outfit.
He had thought long and hard about bringing condoms with him, but
decided that he would leave that up to Rosie. She had said nothing
about them during their session the day before and he really had no
idea if he would be fucking Kim or just administering punishment to
her. He had mixed feelings about it. It excited him to imagine
having sex with two women at once, especially a mother and her
daughter, but Kim was just a year older than his son and he still
thought of Jimmy as a child.
All thought of picturing Kim as a child vanished when she opened the
door. She was beautiful. Her long black hair fell loosely to the
middle of her back. It accented her long, flowing white dress
perfectly. The garment was really more of a toga than a dress. It
was fastened over one shoulder with a gold broach and fell in loose
folds almost to the floor. A gold rope chain served as a belt ,
which was cinched tightly enough to show a slight flair in her hips
and at least defined her tits, although it did little to show them
off. Bill could tell that the girl had inherited many of her
Mother's features. She already had a very nicely developed figure
even at her young age. Her lips were full, almost pouting and her
smoke gray eyes were penetrating. Bill felt his cock beginning to
surge against the leather briefs.
"Come in" the girl said.
Her eyes held his with a probing stare. He felt self-conscious.
She was looking right into his soul. For that brief instant they
became one. Bill suddenly felt he knew all there was to know about
this child, who was wise way beyond her years, and he knew she had
the same feeling. It was then that he realized this girl was
submissive because it pleased her and it was something she wanted at
this time of her life. She was not like her mother in this respect.
Like him, she was a dominant, but she was choosing to play the
submissive role. If he did his job well, Kim would be his slave and
his alone. To everyone else she would become the Mistress. Bill
knew that some day soon the two of them would own Rosie and Connie.
That was in the future though, and there was a lot of ground to
cover before then.
As Bill stepped inside, he saw Rosie. If Kim was the image of the
vestal virgin ready for sacrifice, Rosie had chosen the opposite
look. Her thick black hair was piled loosely on top of her head. A
black leather collar accented her shapely neck and kept her head
held high. Her cantaloupe sized tits were almost totally exposed,
pushed up and out by the bra portion of a leather corset that also
cinched in her waist tightly. The corset ended just below her
navel, right above the bushy patch of pubic hair in front and the
generous swell of her ample ass cheeks in back. The four inch heel s
gave her legs a wonderful shape. Her thighs, slightly heavy,
jiggled deliciously as she walked seductively toward him. The
signal that she was hot, ready, and available, was very clear to
Bill.
"Come in, come in. We've been waiting for you," she said.
"Kim, honey. Go into my bedroom and get prepared. I'm going to
talk to Bill for a few minutes then we'll be along to begin. We're
going to start out like a normal night just as if Bill was not joining us.
You know what to do."
"Yes Ma'am." Kim turned to leave the room but hesitated at the
door.
"Mother, could I ask a favor? Would you please keep me tied up
tonight. I want to show Bill how much I can take and I wouldn't
want to embarrass myself by moving too much or trying to get away
from the whip."
"Of course, dear. Run along now and make your selections."
Rosie explained the procedure to Bill after Kim had left the room.
Kim was usually allowed to choose the instrument that would start
her punishment. Rosie took clues from her daughter's choice about
how the evening should progress. Some of their tools were for light
but titillating punishment, more stimulating than painful, others
gave definite pain but little lasting damage. Still others were not
only very painful, but left deep bruises and vivid welts. These
would stay with the young girl for several days as a reminder of
what she had endured. Rosie knew what kind of evening Kim wanted by
the type of "toy" that the girl chose.
"She's very excited about tonight and, I must confess, I am too.
This is her first time with a man and I want it to be memorable.
Once you get an idea of how things usually go between us, feel free
to jump in and take over. You are the Master and I would not
presume to place any restrictions on you, but please keep in mind
that Kim is young and is still very new to the bondage and
discipline game. She wants, very much, to please you and show how
mature she is. I trust you completely or would not have included
you. She will accept any form of punishment you choose to give her,
just remember to take it a little easy with her until she gets more
used to it. She expects to lose her virginity tonight. I will
leave that totally in your hands. Any form of sex you wish to
engage in, with either of us, is okay. You may decide that making
her wait for another session or two would suit your purposes more.
As you can tell, I am not expecting this to be the only time we all
get together. If things go as I hope and expect, I believe this
will become a regular event."
Bill listened carefully and believed he understood. Rosie was not
aware of what had passed between him and Kim at the door, and
clearly, Rosie had no clue about her daughter's true sexual
orientation. He was smart enough, though, to keep this to himself
and let things progress as it would.
"You mentioned that any type of sex I wanted with either of you was
okay, but you didn't say anything about what else you expected. Are
you to be punished? If so, what are the limits and what do you
like?"
"I would be lying if I didn't tell you that I have been looking
forward to this as much as Kim, and I hope you choose to include me
in any punishment. As far as what I like, I have never found anything
that I didn't enjoy. Much of the pleasure is in having new
things done to you, so whatever you decide to do will be fine with
me. When I give myself to a Master, I put myself totally in his hands.
There are no restrictions on you. I want you to find my limit
and expand it. I do ask that you do nothing to either of us that
would cause permanent damage or scarring."
Rosie had been making them both a drink while she had been talking.
She handed Bill his and nodded to the table. They sat and talked
while finishing the drink.
"I always like to make her wait a while," she said. "The
anticipation helps make the activity more intense. Right now, she
is trying to envision exactly what will happen tonight and imagine
how it will feel and how she will react. As you probably know, the
mind is, by far, the most sensitive of all the sex organs. With the
submissive, the pain they actually experience is never as severe as
what they have already suffered in their mind."
"Yes, I do realize it." Bill responded. "I spent all last night
and most of today thinking about what we did yesterday. I read a
great deal of material on the subject, and while I know I have a lot
to learn, I learned enough to know that the real thrill for the
submissive is the feeling of being under the control and at the
mercy of someone else. Not knowing what is going to happen and
being unable to control the situation seems to free the mind and allow
the body to simply respond. When you have control, you also have
responsibility. At least a small part of your mind will try to
exercise restraint and conform to what society considers acceptable
behavior. Bondage and discipline are considered deviant, and, as
such, are considered unacceptable patterns of sexual expression. If
you have no control over what is happening, you no longer have the
responsibility to behave correctly, so your body is free to react as
it wishes with no fear of repercussions."
"It's hard to believe you are a beginner at this. You have already
discovered the essence of what makes this so attractive to so many
people. We have forgotten that pain has been the driving force in
sexual relations since the dawn of time. You only have to watch
animals mate to realize that biting, scratching, clawing, and the
domination of the male over the female is the true way of nature .
Our society has made us all feel ashamed of how our bodies react to
pain and has dictated that males and females should be equals. It
is unnatural, and, given a chance, I think we would all return to a
society where the dominant rule and the submissive comply."
"All this talk is making me horny," she continued. "I think Kim
has had enough time to think things over and I'm ready to get
started. Fix yourself another drink and bring it along."
Bill decided against the drink. He wanted to make sure he stayed in
control of himself and he certainly didn't want anything to dull his
senses or make him forget anything that was about to happen. His eyes
were glued to Rosie's bouncing ass cheeks as she led the way to her
bedroom and their waiting victim. He could still remember how they
looked after he had spanked her yesterday and could hardly wait to
see what the paddles and whips he had bought would do to them. Bill
was a little surprised that she was not still bruised. He
remembered her being bright red in most places, and purple in some.
Instead of her tits being cut and bleeding in a few places, they
were creamy white again. Bill made a note to himself to ask her
about that.
Rosie's manner changed when she entered the bedroom. She became
stern with a no nonsense air about her. She gave orders in a sharp
tone that demanded respect and compliance.
Kim changed as well. She became timid, with eyes downcast and
shoulders slumping. The girl hurried to do everything her mother
commanded and spoke only in answer to direct questions, and even
then , her voice was soft, almost pleading. It was easy to see that
they knew their roles and had practiced playing them often. Bill
was fascinated as he watched, especially since he knew they were
both unsuited for the roles they were playing. Rosie should have
been subservient while Kim played the dominant character.
"I see you have chosen the whip. You must think you have been
especially bad this week, or you are trying to impress our company.
You know how it always makes you scream and cry after just a few
hits."
"Yes, I know, but I walked in on you and Bill and then stayed to
watch when you didn't see me right away. I deserve to be punished
severely, and," she added with a shy grin, "I do want Bill to think
I'm mature enough to handle whatever he decides to do to me."
"Very well then. Take off your robe and get into position. I will
have to tie you because you can never stay still when I use the
whip. Should I gag you or do you think you can control your
screams?"
"I would like to try to control myself. Maybe there should be
additional punishment if I fail."
"There most certainly will be and I assure you it will not be
pleasant."
Kim was busy during the entire discussion. She disrobed without the
slightest hint of embarrassment. In fact, she turned toward Bill
and posed so he could get a good look at her naked body. She was
young but her body was already maturing. Her tits were beginning to
show the fullness they would develop later, just like her mother.
Her areolae were a dark brown color and puckered. The nipples stood
out hard and proud, and were obviously already excited. Her waist
was small and flared out to wide hips. She had long tapered thighs
and calves that were nicely muscled but not so much to distract.
These gorgeous legs ended in ankles so small he could almost circle
them with his thumb and forefinger. Bill's eyes were drawn to the
dark vee where her legs came together. She had pubic hair that was
full and curly but parted to frame the delicate folds of her labia.
The girl's flat stomach accented the way her pussy protruded.
Bill's leather briefs had suddenly become very confining!
Kim obviously knew her position and crossed the room to the foot of
the bed. Rosie lashed one ankle to each leg of the bed, spreading
Kim's legs apart as far as possible. Bill had not seen either of
them get the rope and assumed it stayed in place permanently, or Kim
had arranged it as part of her preparation time. As Rosie fumbled
at the head of her bed, Bill noticed wrist cuffs attached to a pulley
being lowered from the ceiling. He was impressed. They had gone to
some trouble to make their punishment sessions into an elaborate
event.
Once Kim's wrists were secured, Rosie pulled on the rope. Bill
watched the girl stretch upward until just her toes were touching
the floor. He could see the muscles standing out in her calves as
they tried to support her weight. Kim's back and stomach were
stretched as tight as a drum and her firm tits stood out like
softballs from her chest. It was a flattering position. Any girl
would look beautiful trussed up this way and one as young and pretty
as Kim was absolutely gorgeous.
Kim's position was perfect, a fact that Bill appreciated. She was
totally accessible. The whip could bite into any area on her body,
especially the more sensitive ones. It had the added advantage of
keeping the girl rigidly immobile. There would be no escaping the
lashes as they fell, no matter how much pain the poor girl felt.
Bill was surprised at the force of the first blow that Rosie landed
on the slender, unblemished form of the younger girl, although he
had no clear idea of what to expect. The crack of the whip echoed
through the room followed by a sharp hiss as Kim sucked air through
her clenched teeth trying to control the scream that rose in her
throat and threatened to tear out into the open. A thin, angry red
line running from the left side of her waist to her right shoulder
blade appeared almost immediately. Another quick flick of the whip
completed the "X" on the girl's back. Kim controlled her screams
but moaned and cried almost convulsively as her mother cut her eight
more times with the vicious instrument. Her back was marked in a
waffle pattern from the tops of her ass cheeks to her neck. The
skin had been broken slightly in a couple of areas and small
trickles of blood ran down the deep hollow of her back made even
deeper by her stretched position.
