And so I was on the boardroom table. Naked as the day I was born, I was
walking barefoot on the boardroom table. I was commanding. I was disdainful.
I was an empress. I was an ice cool Tsarina. I was stunningly beautiful, and
the awesome power of my wonderful woman's body to fascinate arouse astound
and provoke put me in charge. There was silence, total silence, as I walked
in front of each N***** man and, shaking my mid-back-long loose black
naturally curled hair from my face, squatted in front and challenged him to
look into my mesmerising dark brown eyes. Each man looked down shamed and
overwhelmed. Each man that is, except the N***** president who repeatedly
intoned in English: "Exquisite.. you are just so exquisite!"
There was applause as the geisha girls who were there to torture me, helped
me down. I could, there and then, I swear, have asked to be let off the
whipping, and the N***** men would have agreed without protest. But I knew
that their president would have used his overriding veto to enforce the
total fulfilment of my contract.
The men gathered round, many with very clear evidence in their pants of the
lust my beautiful body had provoked and was still invoking. We were in a
clear space at the end of the huge boardroom, well away from the table I had
just stepped from. As I stood facing the N***** board and my own men, with
Kate looking on from a distance, my wrists were strapped behind me. I was
then made to kneel and had straps tied round my individual ankles and thighs
to bind each ankle, legs tightly folded my heels touching my butt
hemispheres, to its respective thigh.
Even as I knelt thus bound, two straps were being lowered from a pulley in
the ceiling. These were passed under my armpits and tied off in non-slip
nooses. I was then slowly pulled up from the floor till my butt was
four-feet from the ground. My gorgeous strong bound legs swung and twisted
with my body.
"You are to receive a sexual whipping", announced the N***** president. "You
will be whipped in the way that Chinese emperors had virgin girls deflowered
for their pleasure. However, the geishas will only be using platted leather
whips without the spiked-ball-end the emperors' slaves employed, as we are
only seeking to punish not to break the hymen that a sensuously sexy girl
like you will have long since surrendered to girlhood's enthusiastic
fingers", he continued.
"As with the emperor's virgin's, you will have a constant terrible choice: a
battle in your mind: a classic dilemma."
"In your case, you must take three lashes within the lips of your sex. But
that is very, very, painful, so you will want to keep your lovely legs tight
closed to stop it from happening."
"But that will be no answer, because whilst ever you keep your thighs closed
you will be whipped on each leg alternately till you open them to be whipped
between them. And if you keep your thighs closed for six strokes on each
leg, you will additionally be whipped on your breasts to make you open your
girlhood wide."
"You will be driven by pain and the longing to end your punishment to open
your legs. But to be whipped inside your cunt is very, very, very painful.
So you will inevitably close your thighs again and they and your breasts
will be whipped once more till you cannot take it any longer and you will
wide-open your cunt to the whip again, to get your torture over, and so on
round and round."
"In sum, you must fight to defend the most tender and sensitive organ of
your exquisite body from having its wonderfully tight outer lips sundered by
the force of the whip that, if it penetrates you, will rape your supremely
sensitive inner lips and clitoris savagely and inhumanly, thereby filling
every cubic millimetre of you with excruciating unbearable pain!"
I caught a glimpse of Kate crying, tears running down her cheeks.
"Bastards!" I shouted, "bastards!"
"Whip her!" ordered the N***** Corporation president, and my cruel ordeal
began.
Five girls were armed with black tapering three-foot-long, single strand,
three-ply platted leather, wrist-hoop-handled whips. Each of two took a
stance either side of my suspended body. Their whips would beat the leg and
thigh nearest them. Two more were behind me to bring their whips round on my
breasts and, inevitably, my tender nipples, unless I kept my tight folded
tied legs up to defend them.
The fifth girl would wait patiently in front of me till I parted my legs.
There were also two more geisha girls standing holding whips at the ready in
reserve to cover for tiring arms.
I fought my bonds, terrified of what I had volunteered for. I cried out for
mercy and begged them to let me free even before my beating had begun. I
danced sexily, gorgeous huge thighed tied legs rising and falling, my
breasts swaying, and my body swinging on the loops under my armpits as I
fought to avoid the blows that had not even begun to strike me yet.
I cried out "no. please no...please, I beg you please, no!!" I was watched
by all assembled as I cowered away from my fate. The men I could see were
enjoying my body being so provocatively displayed and inescapably secured
for the beating that was inevitable once I had exhausted myself. The men who
had the greatest look of pleasure on their faces were my fellow board
members, the men who worked for me. Two geishas were restraining Kate, as
she too begged for my release.
And the look on the faces of those geishas was one of absolutely pure
sadistic malevolence toward me. Of all the people who were going to enjoy my
suffering, none would enjoy it more than these pretty geishas, girls who had
been trained in the art of delivering pain to their fellow girls: girls who
were the mistresses of their art and enjoyed their work, with a deep, deep,
sexually motivated pleasure.
I was at last having to rest my body shining from and trickling girl-sweat,
girl-sweating sweet girl-smellingly from the totally useless fighting of my
bonds. The leg whipping geisha girls showed no mercy as they hit my gorgeous
folded legs as ferociously as they could, unerringly accurately left and
then right. An echoing
cruel "thwick!" .. "thwick!" from the slap of the whips was followed by my
individual screams of shocked pain. It hurt so. It hurt incredibly. It hurt
more that I imagined it could. It hurt more than anything I had endured in
my entire life.
Even as I was still howling and swinging in my bonds they whipped my legs
again; and again; and again; and again. This was no game: no pretence. My
lovely soft girl-skinned legs bore six livid crimson raised welts each as
testimony that this was no game. And my tongue was shooting out of my
wide-open mouth, I was screaming so loudly with the terrible pain.
To try and get my whipping over and to avoid the horror of having my breasts
whipped, I lowered and wide-parted my thighs just as they intended I should
be forced to by their whipping them so blisteringly hard. And the girl
standing in front of me flicked her whip up skilfully savagely brutally
cruelly accurately and unmercifully inside my tender slightly agape
girl-lips with a resounding "thwick!!"
I howled and slapped my thighs shut so fast and so hard that there was a
huge echoing "smack" of girl-flesh on girl-flesh, and I danced in my bonds
raising and lowering my gorgeous bound legs and squeezing my wonderful
thighs hard into each other to try and ease the horrible terrible unbearable
savagely stinging throbbing searing pain in my sex.
I was being forced to behave provocatively sexily and I could see some of
the N***** men being masturbated by more geishas as their eyes, men and
girls' both, feasted on this cruel torture of my wonderful girl-sweat
glistening body.
My tight folded legs were being repeatedly and brutally whipped once more:
"thwick!" .. "thwick!", over and over as I danced in my bonds to avoid the
savage blows and yet to keep my thighs together for fear of the
ten-thousand-fold more savage pain from being whipped inside my girl-lips.
My savage cries echoed around the room: no words were formed, just the
screams of my pain.
And my exceedingly sexy gyrations provoked more animal desire to see me
suffer and dance, so sexily, dangled in my straps. My wonderful powerful
girl-legs now bore twelve raised red livid welts. Please heaven I could not
bear to have them whip my breasts. I lowered and opened my legs out wide;
unable to bear even them being beaten any longer and longing against longing
to get my punishment over.
The girl at the front flicked her whip expertly up hard inside my thus
opened sex once more: "thwick!!". My thunderous thighs slapped shut so
rapidly I caught her whip hard between them before it withdrew. And, as she
had the loop at the end of the whip handle around her wrist, I pulled her
off her feet as I danced like a dervish squealing and screaming and
twisting, thighs squeezed as one together, howling in my excruciating pain.
And then an orgasm began. It was slow rolling thunder. I was overwhelmed by
the transformation. My girl's body had betrayed me and my girl-mind was
overwhelmed by the mistress between my girl-legs. She who has ultimate
command over every girl, now had total command over me. My girlhood's mind,
the mind of my sex, was mistress over me now.
The whipping of my legs suddenly felt as if I were being repeatedly punched
unmercifully in a fist beating from a frenzied lust overwhelmed lover who
would not take my "no" for his answer as he slapped me into letting him fuck
me. I bore six more lashes on each leg moaning and gasping eyes rolling in
what was now my mounting sexual pleasure.
Then I started to cry out to my tormentors dementedly. I ordered them to
whip me. I begged them to whip me. I screamed abuse at them demanding over
and over that they whip me, and then pleading that they whip me and whip me
harder and harder and harder still.
And they whipped me!! The two girls behind me joined in. They whipped round
my body to slap my lovely breasts and their beautiful rosebud nipples,
smacking my firm pert udders so hard into my chest with savage blows that
all but smashed the breath from my lungs.
All four girls whipped me, and whipped me, and whipped me, harder and harder
on my bare legs and my naked breasts, provoked and aroused by my wanton foul
tongued begging outcries and the pleasure of beating a beautiful sexy
sexual, helplessly bound girl, dancing provocatively seductively girl-sweat
drippingly in her tight bonds.
Then I parted my stupendous thighs as wide as I could and: "thwick!!!!" I
was whipped inside my girl-musk dribbling sex a third wickedly brutally hard
time.
I now danced dangling in my tight bonds, gorgeous legs hard together rubbing
and squeezing stupendous girl-sweaty whipped girl-thigh hard against
stupendous girl-sweaty whipped girl-thigh, and raising and lowering my bound
legs in sexual abandon animally as I tried to finish my orgasm, screaming
and shouting in the foulest of foul language and squealing at them to whip
me begging them to whip me so that I could come so the stupendous orgasm I
was on the verge of would come .....
...but my three cunt strokes penalty having been paid, the whipping ceased.
They were done with me. I had fulfilled my contract. Whether or not I
orgasmed was my problem and my problem alone, not theirs.
They would do absolutely nothing to finish me. I could do absolutely nothing
to finish me. As I continued to hoarse croak my pleas that they whip me so
that my orgasm would come, my humiliation was total, and girl-tears from
wonderfully agonising pain and total sexual frustration mingled with the
salty girl-sweat running in rivulets down my pleading, green flashing brown
eyed, astonishingly beautifully pink flushed face, as I swayed supremely
sexily, crimson-red multi-whip-stroke-striped, above a pool on the floor
immediately beneath me: a pool of my girl-sweat and cunt juice...
