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Brigit and Paula
DISCIPLINARY ENGINEERS (vol 1)
The research team at McMurdo Station, South Pole, was nervously awaiting
the arrival from the mainland of the next flight. Ever since the establishment
of female supremacy in their homeland, any males who are away for any length of
time must be readjusted to feminine control before returning.
A special corps of women was created to perform this duty, called disciplinary
engineers. The leader of the 6 man team was John, who had oversaw operations at the
station for the last 6 months, and he was perhaps the most nervous.
As he waited in his quarters for word of the flight, he thought of his
wife waiting for him. He had been married only four weeks before he had to leave
for this duty and he was terribly lonely these last months. The thought of her
lush body filled his mind with yearning. She had been dominant, naturally, but
was so gorgeous she had captivated him at their first meeting. The fact she was
avowedly bisexual didn't bother him until his departure when she showed up arm in
arm with a beautiful Navy wife. He felt a pang of jealousy and felt guilty about
it because males in this society had to forego feelings like that. He didn't have
enough time with his wife to be completely submissive, but her letters promised to
remedy that when he got back.
Reminded of her letters, he pulled her last one from his pocket and began
reading it again. It came with a photo already well worn from his handling. It
pictured his wife and that navy wife posing by a pool in Hawaii in skimpy string
bikinis, their arms around each other's waist. His eyes riveted in the swelling
curbes, the full breasts barely concealed, the tiny triangles of fabric over their
crotches. Sighing with desire he opened the accompanying letter.
"Dear John," it read, "I hope you like the view. Doesn't Michelle look lovely
in this suit? As soon as I saw it I had to buy it for her, and it was such fun
helping her put it on!"
John decided he had to unzip his swolen cock before it leaked enough cum to
stain his pants. It seemed to leap into his hand while he continued to read.
"We thought we'd send some pictures to our far-away hubbies, who must be
getting soo horny. I must admit we love posing around the pool. The men go
simply crazy watching us. I know your'e playing with yourself right now while
your'e reading this, just like Michelle's hubby is. You have lots of company.
A favorite game of ours is teasing the men by the pool and then strolling back
to our room and count how many also try to get up while hiding their hardons
to go to their rooms to jack off. But Michelle and I want our hubbies to do
something special for us, and we will know if you don't. We like to think of
you kneeling down on the floor while you masturbate to our photo, and I'll tell
you what Michelle and I are going to do in our room while you spray
like a good boy."
John, groaning with desire, dropped to his knees and obediently pumped his
cock while he read the letter. The letter ended with a promise they wouldn't
allow both hubbies to be away at the same time so they would always have one
to serve them.
As he neared the ejaculation he needed the buzzer sounded, signalling the
arrival of the incoming flight from the mainland.
"Captain, incoming mainland flight, sir!"Cursing, he pushed his stiff
leaking member in his pants and, putting on his parka, hurried to the landing
strip.
Outside in the 30 below freezing wind that cut the bits of exposed flesh
around his parka nand hood, he met the youngest member of his team, Timmy.
Timmy, only 18 yrs old, was tall and well muscled from weightlifting all winter.
They had become good friends over the months, and they spent many hours
working out together while talking about the new society, women in general,
and the women who were coming out to readjust them particularly. John had
said speculation was irrelevent because they were in complete power and they
had to submit. Timmy wasn't convinced he needed readjustment and John hoped
the experience wouldn't be too hard on him.
As the plane taxied around and the ramp fitted to the exit, they saw two
figures, obviously feminine even in parkas, quickly exit and descend, hiding
their faces from the biting wind. John yelled above the noise of the engines
the welcome, and the taller young woman smiled warmly and shook his hand
through their mittens. When he suggested they hurry inside they heartily
agreed while laughing. Once inside the warm station entranceway they all began
to take off the heavy parkas, John saw they were two very beautiful young women,
much younger than he expected.
The other four men on the research team, overcome with curiosity and not a
little fear filtered into the room. An audible gasp came from the men making
the girls smile as they revealed their lush bodies in tight form fitting sweaters
and very tight jeans. Brigit, a brunette, was the taller and the leader as she
introduced themselves after John introduced his men. She was a First Grade DE
and her associate, Paula, was a Second, and they had been working at the Male
Correctional Facility at Guam when they heard about the assignment. They both
had obviously big firm breasts and bottoms as the men gaped, barely hearing what
she said. John suggested he show them to their room so they can rest up because
he knew it was a long military flight.
Brigit said brightly, "It was such a long tiring flight and we should be
exhausted, but wer'e so glad to be here at last. Wev'e been so looking
forward to being here." He saw one bag not taken, so he picked it up
to carry to their quarters.
When John showed them to their room, Brigit asked him to stay behind and talk
for a bit. He stood uncomfortably by the door while he saw that Paula was
undressing. Oblivious to him she pulled her sweater off, revealing beautiful
breasts in a deeply cut blouse. Brigit smiled at his gaze and unbuttoned her
own sweater, also revealing full white breasts in a deep v-neck blouse.
"Please, Captain," she said, 'sit down if you like and be comfortable," She
and Paula pulled off their jeans, now showing only bikini panties.
"Don't mind us," she smiled, "we like to get comfortable and wer'e not used
to wearing a lot of clothes, I hope you don't mind."
John couldn't speak, his throat tight, but shook his head.
When Brigit asked him if the preparations were finished he said everything
was ready for them. They had converted a storage room to a discipline
chamber per their detailed instructions and all the members of the station
were now off-duty, waiting only for them.
Paula laughed, "he's wondering when wer'e going to begin."
Brigit giggled, "he'd like to know what he carried inside that
suitcase." John looked down at it, realizing it contained the tools of their
trade, and blushed, and even so couldn't control the aching boner
pushing out his pants.
Paula glanced at him, her tongue rolling along her upper lip.
"Pants a little tight, captain?" she teased. John tried to put his hand
over his boner, but the sight of her big breasts made his pulse throb.
Brigit saw the truth of that in John's face and smiled warmly, "wer'e
not beginning the, um, training right away, captain.
We like to get to know the men first. I enjoy meeting a male in a
relaxed, well as relaxed as it can get, social setting first, chat, talk,
and think about it, before we meet in our, shall we say, professional
capacity." John, overwhelmed by the female pulchritude in front of him, nodded
his assent while noticing Paula, her back to him, absently bending over her
bed revealing her perfectly splendid bottom in her panties. Still, he
discussed the social factor more with Brigit. He mentioned various settings,
and Brigit immediately chose the whirpool room after dinner.
"I had no idea you even had one. After dinner," she said with authority,
although friendly, "have everyone meet us in the whirlpool room in their
bathing suits for a get-together, and we'll play it by ear after that."
Paula held out a tiny piece of fabric, "we never expected to wear our
string bikinis at the South Pole," she laughed. John, trying hard not
to get harder, flushed with embarassment as he visualized these
voluptuaries in bikinis. After some more pleasantries he left.
As soon as the door shut, both women broke out into a fit of giggling.
They embraced, enjoying the feeling of their big breasts rubbing against
each other like big foam pillows,. Brigit slipped her tongue inside Paula's
sweet mouth, past her full lips and the younger woman avidly sucked it.
"Mmmmmm," Paula murmrued, "I can't wait to get started."
"Let's go slowly, and by the book" Brigit admonished, "until theyr'e
nicely in restraints." With that she cupped Paula's full asscheeks with each
hand while Paula unbuttoned her blouse, then both spoke at the same time,
laughing.
"And then we can do whatever we want!" breaking into another fit of giggling.
While they found their work enormously enjoyable since they met in
training, they had so many rules and layers of female staff at the huge base
in Guam. That's why they volunteered for duties like this one,.. The
lengthy travel discomforts were more than made up by the fact they were in
total control of the males they had to evaluate and retrain. They could do
things they couldn't do back at the base and take as much time as they liked.
Later, although the dinner was excellent, the undercurrent of tension was
palpable among the men. When it was over, Brigit said they would meet in the
whirlpool shortly and looked forward to seeing them all there.
x Soon, all the males were in the warm and humid whirlpool room, some in the
water while others sat in wire chairs surrounding it. The girls hadn't arrived
yet. John answered the nervous questions as best he could as to what their
fates would be. He suggested they all be obedient, play it cool, but he was as
worried for his men as for himself. They were all young men, in their early
twenties except for Timmy, and it had been a long hard winter. Finally, the
door opened and Brigit and Paula arrived and the men gasped. They entered wearing
the skimpiest string bikinis John had ever seen, and just wearing spike heeled
sandals.
Paula carried a big canvas bag. Their voluptuous bodies barely concealed
with tiny bits of fabric, they sent shock waves through the males as they
touched them entering the pool.
x The bikinis, once wet, became even more revealing and their skin
glistened with moisture. THe women were warm and friendly and a fairly pleasant
hour was spent in the pool while they talked socially to each of the boys.
All the males, including John and Timmy, sported huge swollen erections they
simply gave up trying to conceal and decided to stay in the pool. However,
with a look at her colleague, Brigit decided it was time to take it to the
next stage. She suggested they all get out and talk for a bit in the wire
beach chairs. Paula giggled with amusement as the men tried in vain to
conceal their hardons as they took their chairs in a semicircle around the
two now sitting beauties.
"I know your'e all pretty nervous and I'd like to make you boys more
comfortable, " Brigit said.
"But, we can't put off the reason why we came indefinitely, and if we did,
the tension would just keep growing. So, we'd like to try something small now.
Paula and I would be more comfortable if we added something to your wardrobe."
She asked John to come over to her, which he did, blushing with shame as his
cock tented out. She motioned him to turn his back and put his hands behind
him. When he did, Paula handed her a pair of plastic loops from her canvas
bag, and Brigit deftly slipped them over his wrists. "There now," she said,
"that's not uncomfortable is it?"
John replied they were not. Motioned to take his seat again he tugged at
them a little. While only plastic it seemed, they were enormously strong
handcuffs that could only be opened by another person.
Brigit said, "we would all feel better now, if each one of you were wearing
these loops. Please come over here and let Paula slip them on." After seeing
their leader submit, the remaining males reluctantly stood, one by one, while
Paula tied their hands with the plastic cuffs. Timmy was last but Paula smiled
at him brightly and he also submitted. Once they were seated again John
realized just how helpless they now all were before these women. With that
one smooth gesture, these lovelies were in complete control of them. Although
frightened, he was oddly excited.
Brigit spoke agian. "Oh, I almost forgot. I did promise to make you more
comfortable now. Well since you have these cuffs to wear we might as well take
something off? Why don't we all take our bathing suits off? Paula, would you
be a dear and help them? I'm afraid they can't do it for themselves at the
moment." Paula replied sweetly, "I'd love to, darling."
She rose and went to John first, motioned him to stand while she lightly
caressed his hardon through the thin material of his wet bathing suit, adn then
smiling at him, she opened a seam in the side and ripped it off, smiling as he
flushed with shame as his thick leaking member sprang up. Looking down at it,
as all the men watched, unable to will their own boners down, she slapped his
naked hardon with her palm, not too hard, but John winced a little anyway.
It was symbolic as all the man were silent. John sat down again, naked on the
wire chair, his cock getting hard again as he watched her plump swishing
bottom swish with an exagerrated motion, as Paula did the same thing, one
after another with all the males, not neglecting the little slap across the
erect penis. When she came to Timmy, she was intrigued by his attitude she
could read in his eyes. He was huge and hung, and she hefted his testicles,
weighing them in her hand. Approbing, she dug her fingernails into his cock,
watching with interest his eyes narrow with pain. Her slap across his hardon
was a little harder but she liked the way he tried to hold in the pain.
She decided he would be a good subject for her own special kind of male
conditioning.
"Brigit," she smiled, "why don't we get comfortable too. I'm sure the boys
won't mind." With that she popped open the clasp to her bikini top and slipped
it off, showing her proud firm breasts to the gaping males. Then she turned
her back to them so they could better appreciate her taking off her bottom,
which she slowly pulled down. John, groaning at the sight, stared at her
beautiful ass, bent over, catching a brief glimpse he was sure of her puckered
anus, as she deliberately held the position a moment longer than nevessary.
Then they saw Brigit do the same strip tease with her lush body while
giggling a little at the avid heated stares.
Brigit spoke with a little more authority now, "I want you all to know
the training your'e about to receive is quite important." She continued.
"I suggest you all cooperate with us and it will be, I can't say easier for
you, but better for you. After all, Paula and I have complete authority to
train you."
"And we can do anything we want," giggled Paula.
Brigit smiled, "That's true, We have a wide leeway on what we can do here and
have plenty of time if we want it. That's why we like to volunteer for duty like
this. Now I know you have many questions you want to ask us, so go ahead."
John gulped and wanted to speak but stopped himself,. Brigit noticed his look,
and said to go ahead and ask his question.
"I'm, wer'e all," he stumbled, "wondering ah, what exactly
your'e going to do, with us."
Both women laughed and Brigit smiled warmly at him and put her hand on his
thigh. "Why John," she replied merrily, "we are going to torture you, of course.
You fixed the discipline chamber for us, so you must have some idea.
Exactly huh? It really won't help you much to know too much in detail of
what is to come, take my word for it."
She opened the canvas bag, her big breasts hanging down as she bent over
like large melons, thought John, as she withdrew what he thought looked like
a minitature dog collar on a leash. She smiled and held it up for all to see.
"This is a genital collar," she exclaimed, "it fits snugly over the male
scrotum. Everyone, every male that is, on Guam wears them. "I'll put this
on to show you. Theyr'e getting very popular too. Many women on the outside
buy these also nowadays." John's body tensed as she grasped his genitals
with one hand, and slipped the leash over, tightening it over his cock and
balls.
"There now," she said, "I think we'll put them on each of you while wer'e
at it." She asked Paula if she'd like to and Paula said she'd be happy to.
Humming a little tune, she withdrew five other sets and went from male to male
again, attaching their genital collars. Finally, holding all the leashes as
Brigit handed her John's, she had each male pull their chairs closer to hers as
she sat down, now surrounded by bound males with their genitals linked to her
slim left hand. John felt more helpless than ever now. His genitals controlled
by the delicate hand of the beauteous Paula about 6 feet away. But still, he
thought wonderingly, it felt good somehow to be in their control. He gave up
tring to conceal his hardon, and opened his legs so it was in full view as the
stiff member stood straight up. It felt good to admit freely his desire for
these luscious torturers this way and it made him feel warm to submit.
x Brigit continued, "you can see what a handy way to control a male the
scrotum collar and leash is, and," she smiled, "it can be used for correction
also. It has wires running through it and Paula can plug them into any handy
power outlet."
The men gasped as Paula held up a small outlet box she took out of her bag,
plugged it into a wall outlet, and inserted a lead from each leash handle into
the box. It had a button and bulb for up to 20 males. She paused, loking at
the men, with her index finger poised over a button.
"Darling," she said eagerly, "I think a tiny demonstration is in order
don't you?"
Brigit agreed, but only a small one. Paula reluctantly accepted that and
said to the males, all of whom she knew werw wondering whose button her finger
was over. "I can do one at a time, or all of you, or any combination I
choose, like this!"
John watched as her fingers played over the panel like a musical instrument,
starting from the top, and was aware of violent movement to his side. One after
another of his men jerked up and cried out, gritting their teeth, some of them
trying not to scream. Finally he felt a white hot explosive lance of pain
flooding his whole groin area as he contorted in agony, then relief as it
disappeared. After a pause, all the males screamed and contorted at the same time.
"That's enough for now, dear," Brigit admonished. Paula sighed and put the
box down while the men sighed in relief watching her take her slim hand off of it.
"Paula has a lot more to show you, I think," she smiled, "but I haven't
finished my talking to you boys yet. Later, you'll be surprised at how good
she is at what we at Guam like to call her 'choir practice'. Paula nodded,
she loved to have a bunch of boys like these to herself at at her mercy with
plenty of time to play tunes with them on her control panel.
x John looked down and was surprised to notice that he was still erect, like
most of the others. Brigit noticed and laughed when she saw him look down.
"Yes John, "she said, "it's still there. That's one of the benefits of using
electricity that we enjoy. It increases the circulation so you can't lose your
erection even if you wanted to."
She slid close enough to John to touch him, continuing, "but of course we use
traditional methods with the male genitals also, as you will also see." John
thought he saw Paula's breasts swell and her tongue run across her upper lip
as she said this.
"Speaking of genitals," Brigit said, making John jump as she grasped his erect
penis, slowly pumping it, "you boys know your'e in our power now. You can't eat,
drink, relive yourselves without our assistance or permission." She said with
her full breasts almost brushing his arm as she leaned over to grasp him harder.
"And you can't do this either," she smiled as she slowly pumped him up and
down, masturbating him as he grew even harder she was pleased to see. She
laughed as he stiffened more in her small hand, sprading her fingers from
her thumb.
"You can't cum without us letting you, of course," he added with amusement
at his reaction, "but we like you to be erect sometimes, especially for some
of the treatments."
Paula breathed, "that's true, Many procedures require the male being erect
to have its most impact," thinking that it's also very satisfying to us. She
adored cock teasing and then doing her own special repertoire of genital tortures.
"So then," Brigit continued as she pumped him, "I can reward you with an
ejaculation you so obviously need, or I can make you scream by simply pushing
a button. It's all up to me and Paula," she continued smugly, "and you have
to pass to both our satisfaction to ever see your homes again." Both women
smiled, feeling arrogantly in total power.
Removing her hand as he started leaking precum, Brigit asked, "Well John,
does that answer your question?" John nodded, knowing better like all the
others than to ask another as she was delighted to see.
"Then," she said, "we might as well begin. I think we have time for one
or two of you boys tonight, don't you dear?"
Paula breathed she'd love to get started.
"Fine then. Does anyone want to volunteer?" Brigit asked. "No, apparently
not. Then I suppose we'll have to choose. Would you like to choose two of
them for me, darling?"
Paula replied she'd love to. She got up and swished around each male,
enjoying their fearful looks that couldn't meet her eyes. Brushing against
their bodies, squeezing an arm or even his cock before moving on. She had
already decided on doing Timmy. The thought of his strong body on a table,
spread-eagled with his thick cock and balls ready for her special ministrations
made her heart skip a beat. And also they would do John first, because they
always broke the leader among the first as a signal to the others. They had
used their own lovers' signals earlier to indicate this decision but this was
was a delightful act they loved to put the males through. Grasping the thick
cock of the only black, she said, "wouldn't you like to be first?" Leroy
reacted by looking downward, praying she would elave him for the next, but
she continued. "The first subjects are actually luckier, you know." She
smiled. "They get to be out personal pets after theyv'e learned their lessons."
Finally Paula indicated John and TImmy, making them start, were her choice,
and Brigit smiled, complimenting her on her decision. Then Brigit and all the
males rose, and the girls each took three of the leashes, and opened the
corridor door each leading three anxious males by their genitals. Each male
was carely not to get pulled and hurried to catch up to the gorgeous swishing
bottoms they followed down the hallway.
When they reached the discipline room, Paula suggested storing the boys
they weren't using for now in a side closet. Brigit giggled and agreed,
saying they could hang some other things in there beside clothes. Pulling
John and Timmy to one side, letting their leashes drop, they stood the four
others in the center of the large utility closet. Paula attached their
leashes to the clothes rod tight enough so there would be a couple of feet
between them and they had to remain absolutely still. Brigit said they didn't
need to talk or see either, so she removed from her bag an assortment of gags
and heavy black wool hoods. When they were finished, she smiled at the nude
males standing still, unable to talk or see. The hood muffled the sound,
but she knew each male could still hear a scream from the nearby discipline
room when they heard it, which is what she wanted. Then she turned the
light off, shutting the door. It would be an eternity of waiting in there
until they began to hear screaming, she thought, and then another eternity
until it stopped, and they couldn't talk or see each other to give each
other comfort. Paula was standing in the hallway holding the leashes,
anxious to begin. Opening closet doors, they found two empty closets
and put John and Timmy in separate ones, with just room enough to stand
straight up, their bare feet on the wood floor.
"Don't worry, captain," Brigit teased, "we'll be back soon," she added
with a wink. After that they walked to the discipline room and dressed
in their official uniforms, showing much cheek and breast, but they also
loved the look of the black tight shiny leather. Feeling more comfortable
in their familiar work clothes, they appraised the equipment with professional
eyes and made their happy plans.
"Let's do John first," Brigit suggested, "after all, he's the leader."
"All right, " reluctantly agreed Paula, her breasts swelling and nipples
hardening, "but I want to do begin on Timmy tonight, myself."
Brigit laughed, "don't worry darling. You can have your fun with Timmy."
She kissed her lover warmly as the males stood silent. "And if your'e a good
girl you can have some of your special fun with John when Iv'e finished."
Paula shuddered with pleasure, "you know me so well, darling."
John shuddered as he heard their metal stiletto heels approaching, and
then the door opened and he gaped at their bodies in skimpy black leather.
"See captain," Brigit smiled, motioning with her hand to follow her,
"we wouldn't forget you. We have to much to do yet."
Paula took his elbow as they guided him to the punishment room,
"wer'e going to have some real fun now, captain, for us, that is," she added
with a giggle.
John watched as both girls walked to him, holding hands. He felt he was
certainly the center of the entertainment now. He had noticed they stopped
talking to him or the men after they were in bondage, and that continued, as
they went about their business preparing him in a businesslike fashion.
Within moments he was attached to what he assumed was a whipping frame, his
arms and legs spread and securely bound with leather straps. His front and
back totally vulnerable as he tried and found he couldn't budge an inch.
Brigit finally stood directly in front of him, her huge firm breasts heaving
and swelling as she moved, smiling in sweet anticipation of the fun to take
place.
"Go ahead and pull, you can't move. Your'e quite helpless now," she said
arrogantly. "I think we can remove the leash now," as she unfastened the
collar, handing it to Paula. John was frightened now, but oddly excited
still. He only lost his erection for a few moments as he was led in here,
and it was slowly rising again as he looked at Brigit. Brigit even reached down
and ran her hand over his scrotum, and he erected fully in her soft hand,
and she smiled at his cooperation and squeezed his thick hardon.
"Oooh, our captian is randy today, isn't he, darling?"
"That's rather impudent, I think."
Pursing her full lips, Brigit nodded her head, even as she stroked him
harder, "you know, I think your'e right dear. This male acts just like a pig
doesn't he. And an officer too."
John's throat was dry, overcome by the sensations and their voluptuous
female flesh so near him. "I-I can't help it, um, ...(sigh)"
"Oooh, that old saw. Why is it all you male pigs say that. But just
because your'e an officer doesn't mean we don't know how to handle you.
We had an admiral on Guam to work with, and had so much fun too."
Paula smiled, "he made a cute ladies maid after a few nights of training."
"Wh-what are you, um," he gasped, nearing an orgasm in her squeezing
soft hand.
"Going to do," Brigit finished for him with a smile. "Well, we usually
start with this," she squeezed his penis harder. "Yes," she said to his wide
eyes, "a boy's genitals are so much fun, so symbolic. We always start there,
and Paula loves to do so much with them too."
"Be careful, darling, he might cum!"
"Tsk, tsk, is that right, captain, this big pig male penis wants to spray
its disgusting juice? We can't have that, can we?" With that she cupped his
inflated balls even as she squeezed and stroked his hardon, until he was
just about to cum, when she quickly was handed a cockring from Paula.
John was gasping and straining, trying to achieve a spurtoff as she removed
her hand from his cock and slipped a brass ring over his penis, stopping
the orgasm and trapping the blood in his cock.
"(Gasp!") he groaned, as he looked at both girls picking up riding crops.
"N-no, pl-please, no don't..."
"Don't?" Brigit smiled, raising her crop around waist level, "you mean
don't do this?" Swinging it across her body, it cracked across his scrotum.
"AAUGHHH!!" Paula moistened her soft lips, and slapped her crop
across his thick hard shaft, making it shake as he writhed in pain.
"Ooooh," Brigit sighed, listening to him scream as she and her lover
took turns, "he's fun, isn't he. And already screaming too, isn't this nice?"
"Mmmmm, yes, (WHACK!) oooh yes, he's going to be a fun one,
I can tell."
(WHACK!) (giggle) "Oh Captain, crying now, tsk, officers aren't
supposed to cry I don't think!"
WHACK! "But all the officers we get do," Paula smiled, her nipples tight,
"some take longer than others, that's all."
WHACK! "Oh yes, we love to make officers scream and cry. And
just think, captain, wev'e just begun tonight." After his trapped erection,
welted and bleeding finally limped and slumped, he slumped in his bonds
as the girls paused, feeling so nice now.
"Oh, captain," Brigit said, her lips pursed as she tilted up his chin,
"take a little break, because you'll need it."
Paula asked if he'd like some water first. 'First' thought John.
"Is your throat dry?" she asked. "Maybe you'd like a drink before we start."
With that she enptied a little water from a plastic bottle in her palm and
held it up to his lips.
"DRINK!" she ordered.
John obeyed and licked her palm. He liked the warm feeling and taste of her
skin as he lapped up the moisture. He licked her palm dry and sucked on her
fingers while she smiled. Then she moved behind him and Paula stood nearby.
Brigit moved to a rack and selected a narrow whip from several she had brought.
She swished it around the air. Then she made it snap with a crackling sound,
making John jerk.
John waited in terror as Paula came and stood
before him. She smiled arrogantly at him while she grasped his still soft penis.
She brushed his chest with her huge firm breasts, noting with satisfaction
his cock respond and leap up in her hand as her turgid nipples touched him.
She smugly told him she liked to stand up close to males while Brigit
whipped them and watch their expression. "I love to watch a male learn his
lesson," she purred. "When your'e screaming and crying in a little while,
I'm going to be right here to watch it." She stood only inches from him, almost
the same height because of her high heeled sandals. She loved to make light
contact with one of Brigit's whipping subjects with her fingers, nipples, knees
and toes against his helpless body as she gazed into his face. Then she could
not only see his agony, but feel his reaction to each lash of the whip, every
tremor of fear. With her head only inches from his she could savour his
breaking, studying the expression on his face.
"Sometimes, we play games," Paula said, "while I stand here I ask you
questions, and depending on whether I approve of your answers I hold up one
of five fingers to tell Brigit how hard to whip. That way I can make an
ordinary whipping more productive, and satisfying."
x John heard Brigit's voice then, "We can do that if you like, dear," she
offered, "but first I really want to do a nice even flogging."
John knew it was coming soon then. But still he couldn't help but watch
Paula as she arrogantly studied him. The tip of her tongue touched her lip as
he felt the nearness and warmth of her voluptuous body. He couldn't help
stiffening even more in her warm hand, and she smiled and gloated in response,
curling her full lips.
"You see," she snickered smugly, squeezing his cock, making him shamelessly
even harder, "what a pig male animal you are. You pig males can't control
yourself at all can you? That's why we women have to." Brigit said she was
ready to begin, and Paula breathed she was ready too. John heard a swish and
then a white hot burn landed aross his naked buttocks. WHACK!!
He suppressed a cry of pain barely. Another swish followed by another lance
of pain, this time across the top of his thighs. SWISSSSHH CRACK!!! He cried
out when the whip landed across his back. Paula sucked in her breath softly
as the whip continued to land. Finally he felt a searing burn across his body
and a scream seemed to tear itself from his throat.
Both women sighed as the first real scream resonated around the room. Timmy
shuddered, and four bound muffled bodies twitched in darkness. Soon they heard
regular sceams, one after another after another.
John tried to recover himself enough not to cry out for the next several
lashes but finally couldn't stop it. Each time a lash fell he screamed, the
white hot burn of the whip forcing him to. Paula pressed herself closer to
him, delighting in his responsiveness to the whipping. Brigit so loved the
feeling of wielding a whip on a helpless naked male
as she practically danced around in back of her victim, watching stripe after
stripe appear. She adored the sound of the crack as it landed, the red stripe,
and the sight and sounds of his twisting, writhing and screaming. She felt
like a puppeteer making him dance and jerk for her amusement.
What seemed like an eternity passed to John as the luscious sadists delighted
in his shrieks and cries of pain.
During this, Paula felt his member soften against her but still remained close
to him, barely touching his now sweaty body. Sometimes John would be drawn to look
directly in her face, their breath intermingling. He saw her arrogant half smile,
her full lips parted, her tongue frequently moistening her lips. It was as if she
was about to kiss him, and then the lash landed, he shut his eyes and tried not
to scream, but did anyway. He didn't fel her body press slightly against his
as he writhed, or hear her intake of breath as he was in the throes of agony.
But he always knew that when the pain subsided and he opened his eyes he would
see her smug satisfaction and be ashamed. He had first tried not scream, and
eventually did. Then he tried not to cry but he soon began to, began screams.
When the first tears began to form he heard Paula's amused chuckle. When he
began sobbing between screams she teased him.
"Tsk tsk," she gloated, "what a big baby this one is. He's the big male
leader, sobbing before two women. Does it make you feel ashamed to cry before
us? Wer'e going to break you anyway so crying won't help you. It is amusing
to watch though."
Brigit took a little break, "sounds like he's beginning to feel it.
"Yes," sighed Paula, "and wev'e hardly started."
Brigit whipped him some more, and paused, putting her whip down, making
Paula frown and look over John's shoulder.
"Why are you stopping, darling? He can take a lot more."
"That's why, " Brigit replied in a dreamy sated way, "I wanted to leave you
a little something to play with tonight, if your'e interested."
Paula smiled wide, "Of of course I'm interested. Silly question. She went
over to her lover as John hung half aware the whipping had stopped, and he
couldn't see Paula cup her lover's full breasts, squeezing the ripe hard nipples.
Brigit sighed with pleasure and suggested they lie down on the couch for a bit
before continuing with the fun. Paula happily agreed and led her lover by the
hand, knowing how randy a whipping made Brigit.
Complete illustrated story at http://www.midnightx.com/
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