Shortly Lisa joined us. Her eyes opened wide as she saw the frame. She looked flushed and appeared apprehensive and nervous. I felt for her deeply. “God, what is that……” she said, breathing rather quickly as her hand gently stroked one of the uprights..
“Oh my God,” she said as the obvious implications of the apparatus dawned on her. Mac stood behind her and I joined them. Mac put his hands on her waist. Lisa shivered. Both her hands were now raised holding the upright.
“God, girl, you are lovely,” he told her. His hands travelled up to her ribs then slipped inside the dress so that he was holding both her unclothed breasts. “I have been wanting to touch these all evening.” Lisa gasped.
“Take off your dress, girl,” he told her.
My wife looked, almost appealing to me. She lowered the straps off her shoulders. The dress fell to the floor leaving her breasts covered by his hands. She was now naked except for the black leather collar. She shivered again, although it was not cold. Mac took in a deep breath. “It is time now Lisa.” Mac told her. She faltered and was breathing heavily.
He left her standing by the frame as he got a leash out of the bag which he attached to D ring at the back of her collar. He explained that when he wanted to take her for ‘a walk’ the leash would be attached there and she should get on her hands and knees and follow the leash. If they were to go fast, or upstairs then she should ‘walk’ on her hands and feet. Otherwise she should crawl on her hands and knees. He experimented walking her around the room. First on her knees then on her feet and hands.
He explained a few other commands: “Sit” – meant that she should sit on the floor on her haunches and relax with her hands on her thighs. If the leash was attached to the D ring in the front of the collar or if she was given the instruction:”Up” it meant that she should sit back on her haunches with her upper body upright to attention, her shoulders pushed back and her hands behind her head. “Down” – meant that she should relax on the floor beside Master. “Submit” – meant that she should put her elbows and her head down on the floor and kneel up with her hind quarters (and he actually used those words) raised high ready for further attention. He then walked her around testing her in the various positions until he was satisfied.
Mac retrieved a leather crop from the bag and told her that if she was too slow she should expect a good sting on her backside. He struck her buttocks with the crop. “Ow,” she exclaimed.
“Now sit,” he told her.
Mac retrieved four leather cuffs from the holdall. He gave me two and took two himself. “Put them on her wrist and ankle,” he told me. Lisa was compliant as we attached the cuffs. Each cuff had a metal D ring on it. Lisa returned to the sitting position on the floor.
Mac got some more items from the bag and signalled me to join him at the frame. He showed me as he attached a chain to each extremity of the top cross bar and one to the bottom of each upright. Each chain had a snap shackle at the end. Lisa watched us, shivering occasionally.
Mac delved into the bag again and got out a leather strap. It was about six inches in width, and about fourteen inches long, with the last six inches cut up the length to produce a dozen half inch lashes.
It had a robust wooden handle. He took it to Lisa. “This is a much better training implement for you,” he told her as he gave his hand a slap with it. “You see the cane was probably too severe for your tender skin. The strike of the cane or the whip or the crop is concentrated on a small area so your skin is best hardened before these are used. They could be dangerous if applied too harshly on untrained soft skin. With this strap the effort of the strike is dissipated over a wider area. By building up the severity of the strokes using this strap we will spread the blow and, over time, we will have your skin toughened up and it will be more accepting of the cane and whip. The leather is soft and the thongs are tender. It will still hurt and leave marks on you but the overall effect will be spread over a wider area and will not be so severe.”
Lisa was shivering and gulping as he was explaining this. “Wow, Mac. You know what you are doing don’t you?” I told him.
“Well,” he answered, “it is in Lisa’s interests to build up the skin before she can take a proper caning. Do you want to start now Lisa?” He asked her.
Lisa shivered. She looked at me. “Please not too hard, Master.”
“I will decide on that.” He said. He took the end of the leash and she followed crawling on her hands and knees.
He made her stand. He attached the leash to the front D ring on the collar and attached the other end tightly to the middle of the top of the frame. She was now held firmly by the leash with head held high to the frame.
“Hands up,” he told her. We each took a wrist and attached them to the top extremity of the cross beam. “Legs fully apart,” he said as he attached the ankle cuff to the bottom of the upright chain on the frame. I did the same with the other foot. Lisa was now almost on tip toes and totally spread eagled with her hands and feet secured to the extremities of the frame. She was breathing heavily in anticipation, but she was more lovely than I had ever seen her. She told me the next day after Mac had gone that she had never felt so turned on and sexy. She had felt the wetness in her vagina and was overcome by the eroticism of what he was doing to her.
Mac circled Lisa on the frame. He gently smoothed her hair from her face. “You see,” he told her gently as he brushed her breasts with his hand. “Once you are constrained in the frame I have complete access to both your front……..” he went behind her and cupped the cheeks of her bottom. “…. and back. Don’t I Lisa?”
She squirmed in her bonds. “Yes, Master.” His hand went to her breast again. She gulped.
“And you can do nothing to stop me.” He gently touched it then took a nipple and gave it a twist. Lisa jerked back in pain but said nothing.
He put his hand on her vagina and rubbed gently. “Oh Lisa, you are horny, aren’t you? And we have barely started.” She didn’t reply. As he circled her he rubbed her bottom again. “Just a few feint marks left here, Lisa,” he told her. “Such a lovely bottom, Lisa.” I watched as he continued to caress her buttocks with enthusiasm.
As he went behind her I stood in front of her. I lovingly touched her breast. She stared me in the eye. I saw him pick up the strap behind her. “Lisa, what are you going to ask Master?” I asked her.
“Master.” She whimpered as she stared at me, almost as if in defiance. ” Please….. please.”
“What Lisa? Please what?” Mac asked.
“Master. Please punish me for my husband.”
“Very well Lisa. I will start on your back and buttocks. OK?”
“Yes. Thank you Master.”
My cock was hard pointing towards her just an inch from her lower stomach. But she was oblivious of that. Suddenly there was a swish as the strap hit her squarely on the buttocks. She bucked in her bindings inadvertently moving forward to my make contact with my cock. But there was little chance of further movement. There was another strike. I took her breast in my hand. I caressed the nipple which was rigid. Swish another strike. The next strike hit her on the back which jerked her nipples towards me. I twisted them but only gently. The strikes from the strap were now being delivered in a constant manner, alternating between her back, buttocks and thighs. It seemed that those on her thighs were the most painful. Lisa was initially moaning and after a bit she was crying. After about ten minutes she had probably been struck about 50 times. Mac stopped and was breathing heavily. He rubbed his hands gently over her back and bottom. “Have a look Paul.” I went around to her back. It was covered in red criss crosses over her whole back and bottom and down her thighs. Most of the area was red. But there was no broken skin and there were no serious welts as there had been after his previous visit. “It is coming on really well.” he said. He slapped her bottom with his hand.