I kept my appointment with Edward at his super luxurious house in Surbiton exactly
on time. Edward is said to be a rather precise man about timing.
“Come in, Rex, my dear fellow,” he said. “And who is this gorgeous creature?”
“Erica is my ward,” I said. That is simplifying it somewhat, but it will do for
now.
He gave her a kiss that she was unable to avoid, then slid the cloak off her
shoulders and gave a little whistle. “Wow!” he exclaimed. I must admit she does look
rather delicious naked, except for my belt, which I like to keep handy, and her high
collar and the high-heel shoes with the heels removed. Her arms were folded up behind her
back, hand to opposite elbow, and strapped there, as is the case when a punishment is
scheduled during the next day or two.
“Come through,” he said. “That is Robin that you have come to, er, to meet.”
The girl he called Robin stood on tiptoe in the corner of the lovely room he
ushered us into, facing the wall, legs wide apart, holding up her short skirt with both
hands, to reveal a very shapely naked bum. It was glowing, a delicious rosy colour, still
very hot I fancy, but of course she would not be allowed to touch it. I saw that she was
crying silently as she held in her teeth the strap he must have been using to prepare this
rather fetching tableau for me.
“I think drinks are in order,” he said, snapping his fingers.
Robin turned and dropped her skirt, showing how brief it really was.
“Would you care for a game of chess before you, er, attend to Robin?” Edward
asked, as he handed me my whisky. Erica had gone into the other corner without being told.
Like Robin, she was shaven. I think it makes a woman seem more naked.
“Yes indeed,” I said. The sight of Robin’s quivering form, back in the corner as
before, was one to relish a little longer, and the pleasure of being allowed to strap her
before fucking her was certainly one to look forward to for as long as possible.
She was looking at me with a great deal of apprehension. I think perhaps it was
because of my somewhat Biblical appearance. The beard, I am told, makes me look very
stern.
“Robin, my dear,” Edward said. “Please fetch the chess board over here. No need to
hold up your skirt any longer, just take it off.”
Now I saw that she was wearing a figure-hugging red jumper with holes for her
nipples with their cute little rings, but nothing else. Except for the wide black and
silver slave collar, of course. The idea of matching ear and nipple rings was quite cute,
as they were too small to detract from her overall appearance.
She still clenched the strap in her teeth as she brought us the little table and
set up the chess men. I was able to test the smoothness of her cunt as she bent over us,
and confirmed it’s newly shaven smoothness. As I expected, she flinched but did not dare
to draw away. How she hates being groped there!
As soon as she could, she scampered back to her place in the corner, but as she
had no skirt to hold up she faced forward towards us and clasped her hands behind her
neck, forcing her shoulders back to thrust her chest out. She went on tiptoes and then
stayed still, still as a statue, still crying silently as she awaited my pleasure. Edward
certainly had her well trained.
The chess game did not last long. I was distracted. Edward is used to having her
all the time, I am not. I could easily afford his outrageous fees, but I feel that I must
devote most of my time to Erica, and I know that he is heavily booked with evenings such
as this. But by what has happened so far I must admit that I am sorely temped to make
regular visits in future. I fear that exposes the dark side of my nature. The Good Lord
would not approve. However the flesh is weak at times. I would see how Robin behaved.
“Come before me,” I said, pointing to her.
She came ever so reluctantly, strap in mouth, hands clasped behind her back.
“Closer!”
I removed the nipple rings. They are indeed cute, but interfere with access. I am
a bottom man rather than a breast man, but I do like the breasts available as well when
using a strap or a cane.
“What shall I beat you with?” I asked. There was a good array of instruments of
the side table. She did not reply of course. She dare not drop the strap or unclasp her
hands to take it from her mouth, so I took it and brought it down on the arm of my
armchair. It made a good sound, and made her jump.
“Do you like this across your bottom?” I asked.
“N-no Sir please it hurt very much,” she said. She had a nice low somewhat husky
voice, edging on the exotic, that matched her rather exotic face. It is a special
pleasure, I find, to beat such a creature. I particularly liked the way she presented, a
jumper but nothing below. And I liked how small she was. Small but with all the right
curves.
“Bring me what you prefer, then.”
She walked to the table very slowly – and very gracefully, it must be said – and
stood there a long time deliberating. At last she came back and handed me a slipper with a
nice rubber sole. I tried its weight – very heavy, for a slipper.
“Over my knee,” I said, “and let us test it.”
She wriggled over my knees, face down, in a delightful way, nuzzling my crotch as
she did so. If she hoped to distract me that way, she was unsuccessful. There would be
time for that later, after I had warmed her up.
I slid my left hand under her jersey and took a firm grip on a breast by the
nipple, then raised the slipper over her quivering naked buttocks.
“I wonder how many strokes make a fair test?” I asked.
“One?” she whispered.
“So if I am not sure after one, we go for the whip?”
“F-five then.”
“Hm. I am not sure I can tell –.”
“T-t-ten?”
So I gave her ten good ones. She was really squirming before I had finished, and
crying too, sobbing really, and her bottom was all rosy again.
I sat back and admired it for a moment.
“What do you think, Edward?” I asked. “Shall I use this for her beating?”
He came over and fingered her glowing bottom. “Seems reasonably effective,” he
said. “Quite a nice colour.”
“Well I don’t think ‘quite nice’ is said enough,” I said. “I think I will use my
belt.” It was what I had intended all along, of course. It is a special one, solid leather
of course, with a good grip at one end and flattening out at the other.
“Up to you, mate,” said Edward. “Take her into the bedroom, then, and Erica can
entertain me here.”
“Can she indeed?” I asked, somewhat put out. “Does that mean you waive your fee
for Robin, then?”
“No, no,” he said. “I just thought you might permit a little fun.”
It didn’t seem quite fair, but some discipline from another man can only be good
for her. You may know from one of my other writings (Erica: Property of Rex) that the Good
Lord has laid upon me the task of curing her of her hangups. I am doing this my means of
clinical aversion therapy – exposing the patient to ever increasing doses of what she
fears most – in Erica’s case these include being touched or beaten. Progress has been slow
to date, but one must persevere, one must persevere. With the help of the Lord, one must
persevere.
“Your session will be videoed, by the way,” he said in justification. “You will
see the cameras in the bedroom. You will receive a free CD of your session. All included
in the fee. And if you permit me to sell it, I can generate some income for you. You might
care to wear a mask, there is a selection in there.”
So as Robin walked towards the bedroom I went to Erica and removed the belt. I
anticipated making good use of it.
“Be nice to Edward!” I said. “He will work on your cure, and I will give you more
of my own attention later.”
I found Robin hesitating at the bedroom door. She is was obviously reluctant to go
in there with me, but a couple of good slaps of the belt on her bottom sent her through,
howling nicely.
I followed her as she staggered forward and collapsed, sobbing, face down on the
king-sized bed. It was a great sight, her naked buttocks clenching and unclenching from
the pain of the two strokes she had just received and showing their marks. I must have hit
pretty well.
I shut the door. It swung easily but it was very heavy. I realised that the room
was probably sound-proofed.
She started rubbing the marks with her hands as I put a mask on. I think it
represented the devil within me. This was certainly bad for my soul. I could only hope the
Good Lord would forgive me for the hard work I was putting in whilst trying to cure Erica
of her fear of being touched or beaten, as I have described elsewhere.
"Hands away!" I commanded, swishing the belt, "let me see the
target!"
She turned her head as she took them reluctantly away, and looked up at me with
tear filled eyes.
"Mercy," she said, "I get beaten enough by Edward. Please go
straight to the fucking, oh please."
"Do you enjoy that?"
"No, no, I hate it, hate it, hate it hate it, it is so degrading, disgusting…
But you will fuck me anyway after beating me. They always do. Oh yes, I know it is to
come. You do not have to beat me first."
"Oh but I do. Consider it foreplay." I paused and sat down beside her.
"Does Edward beat you a lot, then?"
"Oh God yes!"
“That is blasphemy!” I said. “Kindly mind your speech. What do you do to anger
Edward?”
“Nothing! He thrashes me often for his pleasure. Or for photos he can sell.”
I looked round the room, and what I saw seemed to confirm her words.
An impressive array of instruments of correction hung around the walls, displayed
with large framed photographs of Robin in all manner of obscene bondage, or being beaten
or whipped or fucked or buggered by various men. There were several little movie cameras
also, aimed at the bed.
“My other clients,” she said, following my gaze. “Oh yes, he is as clever with
money as he is cruel to me.”
“Well then,” I said, “let us put on a good show for him.” I piled a couple of
pillows in the middle of the bed. “Lie face down across those, so they push up your bum.”
She was so reluctant as she complied.
She was whimpering as she waited.
She was sobbing after ten.
Screaming at twenty.
I have always found my belt to be very effective. The secret is to hit hard. There
is no point in holding back.
I told her to turn over and lie over the pillow on her back so as best to offer
her breasts to the belt.
“Oh no,” she sobbed. “Oh no, oh no, no…”
What a delicious sight she was!
I spread her legs so that her cunt was available also. There were handcuffs on
short chains attached to all bedposts, so when she tried to close her legs I made use of
them to hold them open. I also chained her wrists to the upper bedpost for good luck.
I drew her jersey up over her face so that she could not see what was coming. Her
whimpering increased and her body writhed about within the limits of her restraints.
I left the room noiselessly. Time for a drink.
Edward was surprised to see me. He had a crop in his hand and Erica on her back on
a low table holding her legs up over her head with both hands. I was a little annoyed that
he had seen fit to release her arms without asking my consent, but no doubt he would
restore that bondage – the arms secured high behind the back – when he was done with
her.
“Hi,” he said, without any apology. “Finished with Robin already?”
“No, just on a drink break.”
He put down his crop. “I’ll join you,” he said. “Would brandy be OK?”
“Sure.”
He brought a glass over to me
“I must say Erica is very well behaved,” he said. “I asked her to show me some
punishment positions you use. I like this one the best.”
“Yes,” I said, “she will hold her legs in place like that until she gets cramp, or
you might prefer to handcuff the wrists over the legs, in which case you can leave her as
long as you like. You either get obedience or helplessness, according to taste.”
“I understand that this aversion therapy is intended to cure her of her hear of
being touched – which includes fucking, no doubt – and beaten, but does she have any other
hangups one should pay attention to?”
“Dark places such as cellars,” I said. “And snakes of course. Snakes are worst of
all for her. You should see her when I make her wear snake jewellery.”
He went and rummaged in a drawer.
“Like these?”
When I had finished with them it was time to fuck her.
"There," I said, "it's back to Edward with you now. Why do you
put up with the cruel way he treats you? Renting you out and beating you himself?"
"I am completely in his power, you see."
"How did that happen?"
"Oh, that is quite a story!" she said. "Quite a story!"
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