Like I said, the TAZapper sessions are not my favorites and I was glad when Shirley called out “Time,” and the five people went back to their seats.
Shirley walked out and stood next to me. She signaled the security guys and they pushed a second set of pillars out onto the stage and slid mine slightly to the side so that everything was properly centered.
One of the men went over and got Vicki and brought her over to the second set of pillars. By the time they had her in place, she was also stretched very tight. Both men then left the stage and returned carrying bullwhips.
Vicki saw them first and started thrashing and screaming. Shirley said in a loud and commanding voice, “Quiet, Nubbin.” Then is a softer, almost laughing voice. “They aren’t going to use those whips on you.”
She turned to the audience, smiled very broadly and said, “I am.”
The men handed her the whips and she flipped both of them underhand toward the audience so that they snapped loudly. “A little demonstration of just how good I am with these whips,” she said.
The two men were now pushing something else onto the stage. It was another platform. There was a shelf about four feet high and three or four feet long on the platform. On the shelf were two rows of burning candles, placed one right behind the other. There was about two inches between the rows.
“A whip can kiss very lightly,” Shirley said and then turned and snapped the whip in her right hand. The outermost candle went out. As second snap from the whip in her left hand, and the outermost candle on the opposite side when out.
“And it takes more skill to kiss very lightly that it does to smash your lips against each other.” She turned to the audience and said, “Am I right, ladies.” There was a thunderous response.
Shirley then turned back toward the candles and began snapping the whips alternately right hand and then left. The candles in the front row went out, one by one.
“Sometimes you want to spread that light kiss across more of the body,” she said and then snapped both whips at the same time. She leaned her shoulders slightly forward as she did and then pulled her body upright as her wrists made the snap. The entire back row of candles went out at the same time. There was a heart beat of silence and then tremendous applause and shouts and whistles.
“Of course, the whip can do more than kiss lightly. It can inflict severe punishment and pain.” A flick of the right and left hands and the outermost candles were cut in two. There was a smattering of applause that grew in volume as snap after snap cut off the candles of the first row about an inch above the shelf.
“And that pain and punishment can also be spread over a large portion of the body.” A simultaneous snap of both whips caused the back row of candles to disintegrate into a shower of flying wax.
Shirley waited for the applause to finally die down. Then she said, “Now you know that I am an expert with these.” She again snapped them underhand over the audiences head. “Tonight I am going to give you a demonstration of the difference between duty and love. I am going to give both Nubbin and Beat Girl twenty-five strokes of the whip. Some will be very light kisses.” The left-hand whip snapped over the audience. It was a very light crack.
“Some, not so light.” The right hand whip cracked and it was like a rifle shot. Then Shirley snapped both whips. The crack was somewhere between the kiss and the rifle shot. “But every stroke to both Nubbin and Beat Girl will be identical. Nubbin is here because she lost a bet to me. She is letting me do all this to her because she is an honorable woman and it is her duty. Beat Girl is here tonight because she got herself in trouble and she needs the money. But she is letting me do all of this to her because she loves me. And I am doing this because I love her.”
She snapped the whips above the crowd once again and said in a very dramatic voice, “Now see the difference between duty and love.”
Shirley turned to me and said in a very stern voice, “You may not cum until the twenty-fifth stroke.” Then she turned to Vicki, laughed slightly and said, “You may cum whenever you want. You don’t enjoy pain as much as Beat Girl, but you enjoy it a lot more than you are willing to admit.”
She then stepped back slightly on the stage and began snapping the whips against the two girls at the same time. She would snap the whip in the air and then strike. The first several snaps were kisses that landed squarely in the middle of Beat Girl and Nubbin’s ass cheeks. Then a louder crack signaled a harder strike and two more simultaneous strokes landed on ass cheeks.
The impact of the whip could be heard throughout the room. So could Vicki’s scream, and, I think, my moan of pleasure. At that point, I thought that I could probably endure any pain possible. And it wasn’t just my E buddies. Oh, they were there all right, but there was an even greater high flowing trough my body. Shirley had told me, and the whole world, that she loved me.
Two more snaps landed on my body… kisses on the outside of my right breast and then my left. They were kisses. They were kisses from Shirley. As soon as I thought that, I was in trouble. I could hear Vicki struggling to endure the pain, but I was now struggling to hold back an orgasm.
A louder snap signaled that a harder strike was coming and I felt the whip bite into my right breast. Another loud snap and another bite, but this time on my left breast. Down, beast, down! Mistress said no orgasm until the twenty-fifth stroke!
A soft snap signaled a kiss to come and suddenly the whip kissed my right nipple. Even a light kiss of the whip right on the nipple caused a yelp from me and a scream from Vicki. Another soft snap and the whip kissed my left nipple. This time I was expecting it and remained silent. Vicki did not.
Knowing the pattern that Shirley had been following, I really expected a loud snap and a terrible bite on my nipple, but instead there was another soft snap and a kiss on the front of my right hip. Soft snaps and light kisses continued. The kisses worked their way across my abdomen. They were working closer and closer to my pussy and drawing my thoughts more and more to my throbbing clit.
I wondered if Vicki’s clit was also throbbing or if she was still just enduring pain. The change in Vicki’s voice answered my question. She was no longer screaming, but was rather grunting and moaning with each kiss of the whip. I guess everyone has E buddies. Some just have more and faster E buddies. Mine are really fast and I must have a whole lot of E friends on my pain page.
Vicki was definitely climbing the hill. I had been on the peak for quite a while, hanging on desperately… and my fingers were slipping.
I suddenly had a terrifying thought. How would I know it was the twenty-fifth stroke. No one was counting. With no one was counting, I might let go too early!
The kisses moved between my legs. The whip was curling up between my legs and snapping slightly outward so that the kiss landed just outside my labia. Three or four whip kisses landed between my legs and I finally realized that I would know when the final stroke hit. I knew what it would be and I knew that it would be coming soon. Two more soft snaps signaled kisses and then there was a very loud snap. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. This was going to be it.