Excerpt from: The Domination Convention

 

There was a big tent, inside of which were a row of smaller canvas cubicles; each one containing punishment and restraint devices that could be rented out with or without attendant Sub girls. Lugg paid for an hour of use in one of them housing a tall wooden post with an array of straps bolted to it that was mounted on a turntable. He also paid for the use of a rubber, many-thonged lash.

By now, Debbie's brief spell of panic and loss of nerve had been replaced by fear. She shook her head and whimpered, trying to say she was sorry. But there was no escaping her punishment.

Lugg stood Debbie on the turntable, freed her wrists from behind her back and stretched her arms upwards and strapped her wrists to the top of the post. This pressed her chest against the post, parting her breasts. Lugg released her chastity belt, pulling the anal plug out of her with a pop. Then he bound another strap about her waist, pulling her against the post even more tightly. Lugg went round to the other side of the post and worked at something halfway up it. A heavily ribbed rubber dildo slid up through it at an angle, emerging from a slot and plunging into her pussy. Debbie groaned as it filled her. Lugg pulled her legs apart and chained her ankles to bolts in the sides of the turntable.

Now she was stretched out in an inverted Y of naked flesh. Lugg gave the turntable a push and Debbie spun round before him, her eyes wide with fear.

'This is to remind you never to embarrass me in public again,' he told her grimly, raising the lash.

The lash hissed and swished through the air and cracked against the soft pale flesh of her bottom. Debbie squealed and bit on her gag plug. The rubber thongs did not cut her flesh, but they stung horribly. After just a minute it felt as if her back and bottom was on fire. And what was worse each blow made her flinch and jerk which ground her about the rubber dildo stuffed inside her pussy. She was impaling herself, which was terrible and yet exciting. Her vaginal sheath was clenched tight about the rubber shaft by reflex which only increased its friction inside her. Even as it insulted her by its presence, it stirred up a terrible need.

In another minute, her bottom was burning but her pussy was dripping.

Lugg shifted his position and the lash slashed across the sides of her chest, beating against her breasts and flattening them against the wooden post. She sobbed and dribbled in pain.

By now Debbie felt as if she was going to burst. That orange juice she had drunk now weighed heavily in her bladder. The stimulation she was getting all around it both from outside and in was overwhelming.

A final crisp crack of the lash across her bottom was too much. She was overwhelmed and her bladder cut loose, squirting her water messily out of her stretched cleft and around her plugged pussy. It trickled down the post and onto the wooden turntable between her feet.

Lugg laughed at her humiliation.

'That's right girl, you debase yourself. It's very pretty to see. That's the submissive way. You don't think or worry, you just do what you're told and let it happen as comes naturally.'

And then his hands were on her hips and his hard cock was rubbing between her burning bottom cheeks. His cockhead found her greased anus and stretched it wide and drove its way into it and beyond into her hot clinging rectum. And suddenly she was doubly plugged front and rear and being ground against the whipping post as Lugg humped against her.

She was utterly helpless, naked, beaten and being sodomised! There was a hard cock up her burning bottom and a rubber one skewering her pussy and her thighs were wet with her spiled pee! It was too much to bear! It was shameful and horrible and impossible and irresistible.

Then Lugg's sperm spurted up into her entrails, and with a shriek Debbie climaxed. And then none of it mattered because, for a few seconds, everything was exactly as it should be.