“Let us see then just how neglected your training is. Cole has a reputation, after
all, so I am not expecting the world out of your performance, but you better not
underscore even what little I think you capable of.”
Stepping a little to the side as not to obstruct the view of her audience she
then nodded at me once.
“You surely have had some basic position training. Show me.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I came to my feet still a little slow, but once in the familiar stance with my
back straight and my legs spread slightly wider than my hips some of the baser parts of my
brain took over, sending the right signals throughout my body. I knelt down again, keeping
up the grasp of my elbows behind my back, knees spread wider still.
Pausing for a moment, I touched my shoulders to the floor while sticking my ass
out further, head bent away from the dolls and instead staring at nothing behind Amanda.
Back to kneeling, before sliding onto my back, spreading my legs with my hands. Pause
again, then I closed them and in one fluid motion I came to my feet, resuming the upright
stance from before.
In my eyes I had done remarkably good, only wavering a little, but Amanda`s lips
contracted to a thin line. Her dissatisfaction was plain, and my throat tightened again.
“I see. Want to try again, or was that already as good as it gets?”
I hesitated for only a second, but that seemed answer enough for her.
“Very well then, I really shouldn`t have presumed anything else. After all there
must be a reason why Aiden himself called you Cole`s little painslut, although I figure
more the latter than the former, right?”
She didn`t leave me time to defend myself, but instead took another look around.
“I mean he doesn`t even have most required items to stock a real dungeon. Where
does he keep the butt plugs?”
“Top drawer of the second bench to the right, Mistress.”
Pursing her lips Amanda stalked over to the indicated table and surveyed the
stored items for a moment. Selecting a structured plug with a rather extensively flared
base before the handle that I had until then only seen but never felt she returned to me.
“Crouch down and open your mouth, slave.”
I obediently touched my shoulders to the floor, and Amanda slid the plug into my
mouth, shoving it nearly to the back of my throat. I nearly gagged on it, but a moment
later she withdrew it again, fucking my mouth a few strokes long.
“That should be enough. Keep your mouth open, tongue sticking out.”
She then walked to my backside, and without any further teasing or stretching
rammed the plug into my ass.
The pain was instant and got me bowing my back and shrieking as if she had stuck
me with something. It also felt that way, and not just because my ass was still sore from
Cole`s rampage two days ago.
My initial reaction had also entailed shying away from her, and when she closed
the distance between us again Amanda`s face was alight with a bright smirk.
“My, my, no manners at all. I really think you need a lesson there, too. Don`t
move, and be silent.”
She then grabbed the end of the plug, and with a more than adamant jerk pulled it
out of me in a twisting motion. I howled again and was backing away from her further
before I knew what I was doing, but even then it was damn hard to quell the impulse,
swallow the pain and successive cry, and push my ass back towards her again.
“Do I really have to tell you again? Silence, and be still. You are just adding
to your toll.”
Amanda then pushed the plug in, but only until the base was nearly stuck in my
cramping sphincter, and withdrew it again. She kept repeating this, over and over, while
keeping the twist up for the maximum friction of the spikes.
It hurt so much that I nearly blacked out, but while my muscles seemed to go
rigid I stopped moving at least, and the shouts died down to a heavy panting when I
cramped my jaws as shut as they could go, while my nails scratched over the concrete
floor.
When she finally tired of this Amanda gave the plug a last shove that buried it
deep inside me, and I sagged down to my stomach, my legs simply giving in. I had
experienced a lot of pain in my life before, both from Cole and others, but this was
somehow different. Exterior agony I could take pretty well, but this had been a new
dimension of hurt. It even made me slightly nauseous, not a good sign. But at least it
made me totally oblivious to our audience.
Amanda came to her feet again, her lips pursed in a near pout.
“I guess that underscores my point, right? Oh well, I can deal with that. I just
wonder if you can, too.”
The single tail bit into my right thigh before I had even realized that she still
had the whip in her hand, but the harsh sting couldn`t even make me whimper. Two more
lashes hit me, one across my butt and the other high over my shoulders, but I was still
working on quelling the pain radiating from my anus that it was only too easy to ignore
them.
“Onto your back, and resume position! You are really a disgrace for our
community.”
I needed a moment to will my muscles into coercion, then I rolled over and drew
my legs towards my chest, spreading them obediently. The corset made me feel even more
like a beetle caught on it`s back, and my vision swam a little for a moment.
“Farther apart, and don`t cover your tits like that, they should be on display
for my entertainment after all!”
I had not even realized that my arms were somewhat close to my torso, and hastily
swung them around my legs the other way. I knew better, I really did.
Amanda watched me reposition myself with impatience, and readied the whip again.
“Let`s see if you are that indifferent here, too.”
As I had more or less expected the first three lashes landed on my breasts, one
only barely missing my face, and when still no additional sound than my flat panting came
from me she went to whip my pussy instead. I lost my breathing rhythm for a second, but
the pain curling up over my labia was of a darker, more sensuous quality than the agony
still gripping my ass, and while it was not easy to ignore, it was easy to give in to it.
Amanda increased the force behind her strokes, now also targeting my thighs, but
my body had already reached the point where it was happily churning out pain killers of
it`s own, and I welcomed the nearly fussy feeling of comfort that brought. The pain the
whip lashes inflicted didn`t really dim, but became instantly more pleasurable. If I
hadn`t had such problems breathing I might even have enjoyed it a little.
After about five minutes she quit, her amusement somewhat dimmed when she couldn`t
make me scream anymore with the whip.
“Very well, so you can take some pain. But that doesn`t mean that I will go
lenient on your punishment. On your knees again.”
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