Eve Quest Part 2

When I arrived my mistresses were seated having coffee. I sank to my knees and awaited their pleasure.

“Hang this in the eyebolt.” Sheila said handing me a lightweight metal spreader bar about five feet long.

Someone had installed an eyebolt in the ceiling, several feet in front of one of the floor to ceiling windows. I got a two-step ladder from the kitchen and hung the spreader bar. I was about to return the ladder when Sheila told me to leave it. The two women walked over to where I was standing and I sank to my knees.

“Open your mouth.” Jenny said.

A small rubber dick protruded from the leather gag in her hand. She put the dick in my mouth and buckled the strap behind my head. She pulled me up and led me toward the spreader bar. Sheila was on the ladder. Jenny pushed my right arm up and Sheila attached my bracelet to the spreader bar. Sheila moved to the other side and they repeated the process attaching my left bracelet to the spreader bar. Jenny attached another spreader to the D-rings on my shoes, pushing my legs apart and suspending me slightly off the ground. My clitty stick, shriveled by hormones, hung limply between my legs.

Armed with long slender leather paddles they began to whip me. They worked on my butt, my piercings, my breasts, my navel, and between my legs. I bit down on the gag and cried. Once I started it was as if I had opened the floodgates. I’d never been one to cry but tears were running down my entire body. The beating was unrelenting. Each contact between the paddle and my flesh sounded like an exploding firecracker, adding an aural factor to my punishment. By stretching I could grab the spreader bar and move my body slightly, but it was to no avail. Blow after blow rained down on my slender defenseless frame until finally, it was over.

As they switched off the last light Sheila laughed and said, “Don’t worry about breakfast.”