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The Awakening Frank was walking down the street, it was another one of those days of which lately he'd had so many. He was drunk and feeling lonely. Frank had been chasing this girl now for over 6 months and without any success whatsoever, but he just could not give up. He did not care how big a fool he was making of himself but the constant rejection was getting to him. "What a fucking idiot I am, why can't I just give up? Why can't I just give up and move on?" Feeling sorry for himself he continued walking down the streets. It was 6 in the morning and most places were closed by now. Frank didn't want to go home, there was nothing waiting for him there except a television and his PC. He still had money in his pocket and he was not drunk enough...there, that place had to be open...there was a line up to get in!! Frank hardly noticed the people in the queue, he just wanted to get in to get drunk and forget about how miserable he was feeling. Fuck man, he was 29, life was moving forward and he was going nowhere. After 20 minutes he finally got to the front of the queue. "Are you a member?" the doorman asked Frank. "No," Frank said. "Well then you will not get in," the doorman replied. "Will 100 bucks cover my membership fee?" Frank asked the doorman. The $100 got Frank in without any problem. To enter the club he had to walk down spiral stairs, the club was decorated in black and red. Walking down he noticed a sign, 'Changing Room', Frank looked at the sign and then shrugged and continued. Most of the people in the club were dressed in black leather or latex. Here and there he would see a man or a woman leading another by a collar, some of them wearing masks or hoods. The people who were not dressed in leather or latex could be counted on the fingers of one hand and even those were all dressed in black. Black was Frank's color anyway, he normally dressed all in black. He had dressed in black trousers and a black t-shirt this morning, so he was not standing out that much. Not that he cared if he did, Frank never had been a person to put much value in others opinion and he just wanted to get drunk and forget this day. Suddenly he felt a hand running down over his butt and heard a female voice saying, "So cutie I have not seen you here before. New to the club? I just love fresh meat." Frank turned around not sure what to do or say. When he turned he saw a female standing behind him. She was wearing long red leather boots which went up to her thighs, a very short, all revealing red leather skirt which made it very clear she was not wearing any underwear, and a small red leather bra which completed the outfit. She had big breasts, long red hair, was about 5 feet 10, a very thin waist, and the biggest, bluest eyes he had ever seen. "My name is Sheila, do you like what you see?" she said to him. Frank was used to women approaching him but he was not used to women who were this forward. "Yes," he replied to Sheila, "you are a very good looking girl." "Girl?" she said, "it has been a long time since anyone called me a girl! Well I like what I am seeing, so my place or yours?" Frank was taken back with the forwardness and aggressiveness of her approach. "Your place." Although he had been looking to get drunk, there was one thing that Frank liked doing more than anything and that was sex. "Good, lets go," she said to him, "what is your name?" "Frank," he answered, on a normal day Frank would have been more cautious but today was not the day for caution. Sheila did not leave him any time to think or to contemplate about what he should do, she was a Sheila ready to pound on her prey. She was in charge and enjoying every minute of it. Sheila guided him to a side door. The door led to an underground garage and they walked towards an old beaten up Ford Escort. She opened the driver's door and lent over to let him in the passenger seat. She turned on the radio and the sound of techno music started to pour out of the loudspeakers. "Well buckle up Frankie boy, I do not want to get a ticket." The ride to Sheila’s home was a weird one. Frank had no clue where they were going, he had never been to this neighborhood before. Sheila stopped in front of a huge house, she opened the garage door with a remote and drove into the garage. She parked the car next to three other cars. She might have come in driving an old beaten up Escort, but in the garage there were three very expensive cars. All German, and the cheapest was worth more than he earned in 3 years. What was she doing driving a beaten up old when she had cars like that? She led him up the garage stairs into the living room and then into the bedroom, no chit chat, no flirting, and no small talk, she just got down to business. "The dream of every man, " Frank thought, "being picked up by a sexy, beautiful woman who does not ask questions but just goes for sex. Well it seems that this is going to turn out to be a good day after all." Sheila closed the bedroom door and told Frank to undress. Frank undressed and then she pushed him towards the bed and Frank fell backwards onto the bed. He was completely naked and aroused by her touching him, and the situation. "Look little Frankie is waking up, we will soon see what you are capable of doing with it won't we?" Sheila said to him. Sheila took one of his hands and pulled it up towards the head of the bed, she took one leather cuff and tied his arm to the bedpost. "What are you doing?" asked Frank, slightly panicked. "Hush! Quiet, let me do my stuff...you will like it, this will be an experience you will never forget." She chuckled as she took his other arm and tied that as well to the bedpost. Now she bound his ankles to the other end of the bed with leather cuffs. Suddenly her voice changed, it became harsher, as hard as steel and cold as ice, "Now you are mine," she purred, "you cannot escape and I will do to you whatever I want." It was not what she said but how she said it. Frank suddenly felt angry and at the same time terrified, he felt like a mouse must feel when confronted with a cat. She moved away from the bed to a cupboard and opened it. The cupboard contained a collection of what normally would be considered torture tools. An array of different whips, clamps, spikes, hoods, cuffs and things that Frank could not place, he had not seen them before in his life. "What did I get myself into?" Frank was thinking. He tried to get loose, out of the cuffs, but that proved to not be possible. "Yes, struggle, fight," Sheila said to him, "I like it when my victims have a bit of life in them. The more you fight, the more you scream, the more pleasure you are going to give me. You worthless piece of shit, you belong to me now!! You went with me voluntarily, you came to my room of your own free will, and you gave yourself to me of your own choice, now you are mine to do with whatever I want." "No!!" Frank screamed. " I did not agree to whatever you had in mind, let me go now!!" "Do you really think that I could ever be sexually attracted to a thing like you?" Sheila words were hitting Frank like a sledgehammer. She was right, he had come here of his own free will. "But I never knew that this was what you had in mind." "So when you see a woman dressed like me what do you think is going to follow? A night of passionate, caring, lovemaking? Are you stupid or what?!" "I do not care," said Frank, "just untie me so I can go home." "I do not think so little man; I have not had my pleasure yet." Frank desperately tried to get loose, he pulled with all his strength but the cuffs did not give an inch. Sheila laughed, her laugh sounded like a growl, harsh and without any compassion. Frank was starting to panic, what was going to happen to him, what kind of woman was this? Frank was struggling on the bed trying to get loose but with no effect at all. Sheila took a long nine tails whip out her cupboard. "I hope you like pain Frank, because you are going to feel a lot of pain before I am finished". Sheila pulled her arm back and the whip landed with force on Frank's chest. The sharp pain shocked Frank into silence. "Yes, I thought that would shut you up. Now let's see how much pain you can take". The whip descended again on Frank, leaving its mark on his chest. Something changed inside Frank, he did not feel the pain, only anger; anger at himself for being stupid enough to get himself into this shit, and anger at Sheila. All the misery he had gone through in his life, all the hardship, all the humiliation that had been building up during the years, the promotion he was not getting, the failure with this girl, everything was building up into an emotion which surpassed anger. The whip descended again and again, no sound came from Frank. Then the pain just became too much and the rage in him made him break the silence. "Just wait until I get loose you bitch, I will let you eat that whip, I will break it on your back and then I will snap your neck in two!!" Frank shouted in anger to Sheila. "And what makes you think that I will release you, little boy? I am going to have so much fun with you, until I will have to dispose of you of course. But do not expect to leave this room alive, you are mine and I do not let go of my property, what I take as mine stays mine." Frank knew by the way she said it, this was not an idle threat. Frank realized he was in bigger shit than he thought he had been. Sheila started to whip Frank again, harder and harder, whipping his chest, his stomach, and his legs. Frank could not stand the pain anymore and he let out a shout of pain. This seemed to excite Sheila more and she started to whip Frank even harder. She was whipping Frank so hard, blood started to be drawn; he had small wounds appearing all over his body. He was feeling more pain than he had ever felt in his life, gone was his dignity and his anger, Frank was howling like an animal in pain. Sheila stopped with her whip, she was breathing heavily from the exercise she had just gotten but also from the excitement she was feeling. "I think I have warmed you up enough, it is time for some real pain now, I am going to enjoy this so much." Sheila said. She turned her attention to her cupboard and after closely inspecting several items she took some clamps out of it and started to put them on Frank. The first one went onto his nipples. Frank was so tired and exhausted from the whipping he did not even try to stop Sheila, he just let it happen. Then the pain hit him, first it was a sharp pain, and slowly it started to dull out. "Very good Frank, you are taking this like a good little boy. I now will start putting clamps on more painful places, like your testicles." The pain, the humiliation and the fear he was feeling, that all combined made him go berserk. He pulled with almost inhuman strength on his cuffs, and suddenly one of them snapped. His arms were on fire with pain, his wrists were bleeding, and he had pulled so hard that even although the skin was not broken, blood had spotted his skin. Sheila was very experienced in this game and did not even flinch. She took her whip and started to whip Frank again, but without any effect. Frank was beyond pain, he could not be controlled. His mind was filled with only one thing, revenge, he wanted to kill Sheila, hurt her, and do to her what she had done to him. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was registering the whiplashes Sheila was giving him but he hardly noticed them. Filled with a coldness he had never felt before, he simply untied himself from the bed. Sheila was feeling panic now...this had never happened before. She had played this game with several men and never had any been able to untie himself after she had started to play with them! Frank raised himself from the bed, blood dripping everywhere, he was bleeding from small wounds, and the clamp was still fixed to his nipple. He took a look at it and without even bothering to unclamp it he just tore it off his nipple. The pain it caused was just fuel to his still growing anger. When Sheila saw what he did she started to panic, fear started to fill her and she started to back up against the wall. It was to no avail, slowly Frank walked towards her, she had long, beautiful, red hair which Frank used to throw her on the bed. "Undress," he ordered Sheila, "you wanted to play? We will play now, see how much pain you can take, see what happens when I break the whip on you and you start to bleed." Frank had stopped being Frank; he turned into someone else. For years Frank had tried to control his dark side, the side of him that loved to fight and hurt people, the side that got excited when he watched a woman being violated on television. But it was too late now, it had been lying dormant for his whole life and without Sheila pushing him beyond what a human could normally bear, it might never have awakened. But now Frank did not exist anymore, he had turned into someone, something else. Sheila obeyed, she undressed. She was a very beautiful woman with a very good figure. Against his better judgement she was arousing him. Frank bound Sheila to the bed using the three good cuffs which were left and took one from Sheila’s cupboard, using that to bind her free left hand. Sheila had bound him belly up, he had felt more comfortable tying her belly down. Once she was tied, Frank started to calm and gain control of himself, the burning anger that had filled him, was smoldering down to controllable levels. Frank had fought against anger attacks all his life, and successfully. He had been known to explode in anger at the slightest, had fought against it, and by now it was almost a bad memory but the anger was still there, it had not been defeated, it had just been suppressed. He was starting to regain his control, but still he wanted to have his revenge on Sheila, just not kill her anymore. The dark side of him that had been awakened would not become dormant that easily. He went to his clothes and took a cigarette, he lit the cigarette and left the room; he needed time to think about what he was going to do. He wanted to hurt her as she had hurt him but he did not know how far he could go and how to use all those weird things he had seen in Sheila cabinet. Then he said, "Fuck it, who cares what happens to her, I am going to have my revenge." When he re-entered the room, Sheila had calmed down and her fear was mostly gone. She began to insult him, she was trying to push him into leaving. This however had the reverse effect, the thin control Frank had gained was slowly disappearing in a flood of red hot anger. Frank lost it again, he took the whip that Frank had used on him and started to whip her with it, the snapping of the whip in the air, the sound of it on her flesh was having a strange effect on Frank. Sheila cried out in pain with every whiplash, but he hardly noticed that. The whip was hypnotizing him, the clapping, the sound it made on the flesh, the redness of her skin. It was arousing him, giving him a hard-on. Frank was not hitting Sheila with his full force, something was holding him back. Maybe it was his upbringing, the morals he had been taught during his childhood, maybe it was just fear of letting himself go, but most likely it was the fear of liking too much what he was doing. A side of himself he had never explored before was starting to wake up, and slowly it was overtaking him. With every whiplash it was gaining force. Sheila's back was turning bright red from the whip. Frank wanted to continue whipping Sheila but his arm was getting tired, and he also wanted to do something else now. When he stopped whipping Sheila he noticed she was weeping softly, she had been a dominatrix for a long time but she had never been on the receiving end before. The weeping of Sheila turned him on, he wanted to hurt Sheila some more and this time it had nothing to do with revenge, he was not even thinking of vengeance right now. For a moment he was not sure what to do now, he was being guided by something inside him, an instinct, an emotion he had never felt before. He took another look inside the cabinet and found what he was looking for. He took a sharp knife and warmed the point with a small torch he had found in the cupboard, until it was glowing red. Did he really want to do this? Once done there would be no way he could undo it. It would mark him as much as it would mark her. Driven by an unnatural instinct, an inner force, some might call it a dark side, others would call it their true nature; he let the point of the knife touch her flesh. Sheila cried out in pain, there was no blood, the red glowing point of the knife had cauterized the wound. The smell of burning flesh filled his nostrils. A couple of hours ago Frank would have led a lynching party against any who would even think of doing what he had just done, the smell would have nauseated him, but now it was exciting him. Sheila’s cries of pain aroused him; the pain and control he was exerting over Sheila was fulfilling a need in him, a sexual need he had pushed away his whole life. Calmly, he lifted the knife and reheated it again. The knife descended again on Sheila...Frank then cut a big capital F with the knife in the soft flesh of Sheila’s left butt cheek. Her cries of pain would have melted the hardest of men, but it did not even make a scratch on the armor protecting his heart. Frank knew he had lost part of himself today, he had lost his innocence and replaced it with cold hard steel. "I have marked you bitch, so you will never forget me for the rest of your life." The screaming of Sheila had aroused Frank, he wanted to fuck and hurt at the same time. He drove the knife with force into the bedpost and pushed his dick inside her cunt, she was dripping wet, the fluids were running down her legs, he had not noticed before, he really did not care if she liked what he was doing or not. "So you like my dick, don't you, you worthless slut? You are nothing but a ." This seemed to excite Sheila, who was softly moaning by now, even more. " Shut up you bitch, no sound must escape your lips right now, maybe if you behave I will let you live!!" Although Sheila did not want to admit it, the fear and pain, the humiliation, the lack of control, her body being used purely for the pleasure of another was turning her into a quivering mass of flesh that only wanted pleasure and was only feeling pleasure. Her body screamed for Frank’ dick, she did not know why, she only knew she needed it. She needed his cum, she needed to make him cum and she needed to cum herself. She wanted to please this man, it was not the fear that was driving her, it was a need just as strong as Frank had felt. Frank pounded his cock deep into the very depths of her quivering pussy, he was pounding with every little bit of strength he had. Every stroke pushed Sheila forcefully against the bed, her body was shaking, she was clearly beginning to orgasm. Frank took a handful of long hair and pulled her head back, with every stroke he also pulled her hair...that was too much for Sheila, she came in a loud scream. The scream infuriated Frank, "DID I NOT TELL YOU NOT TO MAKE A SOUND?!" It was not the sound that made him angry, Sheila had broken a command of his, she had disobeyed him. This could not be, he was Frank, he had to be in control, he would not be denied. But even though he was close to letting his anger fuel him, there was another part of him that stayed in control. He stopped fucking her and started to whip her again, every whiplash was leaving his mark, blood started to seep from Sheila’s back. She was screaming her head off and that was just exciting Frank more, it just gave him a need to hurt more, he was beyond punishing her and was simply enjoying hurting her. His sadistic side had been finally unleashed completely. If Frank had not suppressed this side of him for so many years it would not have been so bad, but now the need inside was unleashed and it was starving. It needed more and more, there seemed to be no end to its hunger. Frank’s face was set in a diabolical grimace. The realization of how close he was to losing control was what brought him back. He needed to be in control, and losing control was not an option for him. He pushed the need back inside, Frank learned an important lesson that day, he would feed its hunger but he would not let it take him over. Sheila knew she should be scared, she should have been filled with a fear for her life, but the pain was just increasing her arousal, She had just cum and the pain brought her body who had been close to cumming again to another orgasm, she discovered that she was not just a sadist but also a masochist and that this side was even sweeter. Frank was still bleeding from several wounds but he did not care. Frank started to untie Sheila. She did not try to fight him, she let him do whatever he wanted. After the torture she had gone through she had hardly any strength left and Frank was not human figure to her anymore, she looked at him very differently now. "I have had my revenge. I am not you Sheila, and I will not go farther without your consent. Leave if you want, or stay and become mine." Sheila stayed quiet for a couple of seconds and she could hardly believe the words that came out of her mouth. "I will stay Master, I give myself freely and totally to you." "Then from now on, until I release you, you are my property." Frank picked up a piece of clothing that had belonged to Sheila, the material dirty and stained with blood and urine. Frank stuffed it into her mouth, she retched under the stinking gag, her eyes wide and moist with fear, she felt what her victims had felt, but there was one major difference: those feelings were welcomed by Sheila. She was now owned, she had given herself freely, the feeling of being property was fulfilling and exciting to her. Frank used the cuffs to tie her to the bed belly up. Frank circled Sheila nipples with the point of the cross then pushed it into the florid pink flesh but not too deep, just deep enough to draw blood. Sheila's scream of pain could be heard even though she was gagged. Frank proceeded, sitting on top of Sheila, his full weight on her breasts. He could feel the warm blood slowly oozing out of the wound he had just made, dripping down his legs. He took the sharp edge of the cross and put it against Sheila's neck. "You said you were called Sheila. I do not see any Sheila here. From now on your name is Slut." Slut's eyes were wide open in fear and shock, but even so she was clearly aroused, her cunt slick with juices and she was on the brink of coming. Frank removed the rag from Slut's mouth and she answered, "Yes Master, I will do whatever you want of me". Frank went back to the cupboard and removed a cane. "No sound Slut, I will give you 50 lashes with the cane and 10 more lashes for every sound you make, so we could be here for a very long time if you do not shut up, do you understand?" Slut nodded in answer. "Stick out your hand and close your eyes'" Frank ordered Slut. Slut stuck her hand out and closed her eyes, the cane descended with force on her hand leaving a nice red welt. Slut desperately trying not to scream, was biting the inside of her lips, blood started to ooze out of her mouth, tears running down her cheeks, but she did not scream or make a sound. Again and again the cane descended on her hand and although Slut's tears were running freely now, she still was not making a sound. 15 lashes Frank gave on Slut's hand, which now looked like someone had taken a red ballpoint and drawn multiple lines across it. Frank grabbed Slut's hair and pulled her head up, "See you can be a good little girl when you want to," he whispered in her ear. He untied Slut and ordered her to lie on her back and open up as much as she could. Her wet pussy was clearly visible, her juices running down her inner<b> thighs. </font></b>Frank had never seen any woman so wet before. "We have 35 slashes left, my little , do not move, do not scream, do not even flinch if you don't want to feel my wrath." he told Slut. The cane descended on her breasts leaving its mark there, Slut did not make a movement; she could have been a statue for all that mattered. Again the cane descended on her breasts and again, again and again. Still Slut did not move, it was like hitting a statue. "Thirty lashes my dear, you are doing very well, I am proud of you." Even with all the pain she was in, Frank's words had a very clear effect on Slut, she was looking proud and a small smile was visible on her face. Frank praising her made Slut high, in this instant she did not care about anything else but pleasing her Master, making him proud of her was all she wanted. The cane descended without warning on her pussy, she bit on her lips so as to not scream, she tried not to flinch, but still she did. The pain had come too sudden and was too great to ignore. Frank said nothing, he just kept caning her pussy. The pain was the worst she had felt so far, but Slut was prepared to take anything for her Master, she would take any pain, any humiliation as long as that would please him. "Fifty lashes, now you only have ten more to go for flinching once," Frank said to Slut. Frank knelt down to get a better angle and hit the bottom of her feet. The pain was greater than anything else Frank had done to her tonight but she took it without flinching. Ten times in total the cane descended on her feet, but she did not move. "This was it, my little girl, I am proud of owning such a good, obedient slave." Slut was bleeding from several wounds, there was not one body part left that had not taken his pain tonight. She was feeling more pain than she thought was humanly possible, there was not one body part that didn't hurt or wasn't bleeding. But even with all this pain and anguish she was feeling she was aroused beyond belief, she had never before in her life felt the need to be fucked greater than right now at this minute. Yes, she was ashamed of herself for feeling like this but the shame was swept away by her hunger for her Lord, for her need to please him, to make him proud of her. Frank was extremely aroused, his cock was standing firmly and he needed sex right now. The beating he had just given Slut had increased his need for her to a point where his need had grown beyond control, this thirst for sex was something that he had never before felt. Frank's dick touched the lips of Sluts sex, gently, softly rubbing his penis over her clit, he was letting her know it was there, ready to enter, when he wanted it to. He was completely in charge, and in total control of the situation. Slut was moaning softly, she begged Frank to fuck her. Frank kept teasing, gently rubbing and then Slut could not take it anymore, the juices running freely from her cunt, and without Frank even entering her she came in a load moan and begged even harder to be fucked. Still Frank waited and waited and kept teasing her pussy with his dick, her body was shaking with desire, she desperately tried to push her pussy on his dick, she screamed for him, she begged to be fucked... and then Frank moved his dick in just half an inch and very slowly started to move it in and out. This did nothing for Slut's hunger for him and only made it worse. Suddenly he rammed it in full length making contact with her clit and this was just too much for Slut who came again in an even bigger orgasm screaming, her body shaking violently, the intensity so great she could not restrain herself from crying. Frank started to move in and out at full speed ramming his dick with every move harder and harder into Slut's pussy. Slut came almost immediately again, and this time the intensity was getting too much for her, she did not know anymore if she wanted Frank to stop or keep on going, she had no control left anymore. She cried his name, she shouted for him to stop, she shouted for him not to stop, her mind was a blur, she had lost all sense of time and direction, she did not know where she was, the only thing she knew, the only thing she was aware of was Frank's dick moving in and out of her pussy and then came the greatest orgasm of them all, she ejaculated...she had never done that before and suddenly a deep shame filled her, what was he turning her into? Slut's ejaculation excited Frank to a point where he also needed to cm, Slut could feel his warm cum filling her and she felt a great relief now it was going to be over, he had come. Frank however had come but didn't want nor could stop, even after coming his erection did not go away and his hunger for Slut had not been stilled yet. He forced Slut on her belly and without any ceremony he rammed his dick into her anus. She screamed in pain, she had never been taken in her ass before. Frank could feel the tightness of her ass around his cock, his dick slick with his own semen and her juices. He kept ramming it in and out, taking great pleasure in how tight Slut was and how much pain he was making her feel. The pain however was temporary and Slut was getting excited again, calling his name and feeling even hornier. The intensity of the night had just reached another level, it was the pain combined with the pleasure it was giving her that gave her another orgasm, this one however was different, not so intense but very pleasurable. Frank knelt over Slut and put his cock into his slave's mouth. Slut kissed the head of his cock with her bloody lips, bloodied from biting on them. She tasted his dick with her tongue, running it in circles over his hot flesh, she parted her lips more and took him slowly into her mouth using her tongue and lips to pull him in even more. Frank started to fuck her mouth as if it was a pussy, he was fucking her mouth with long deep strokes hitting the back of her throat. Frank tangled his fingers into his slave's hair, pulling it while he was using her mouth. Frank's thrusts became harder and faster, his breathing more ragged, and then he came, emptying his lust into her mouth. "Do not spill a drop, bitch," he ordered Slut. His cum filled her mouth and she swallowed deeply, sucking every little drop out of his cock. Frank pulled himself from her mouth. He was exhausted, this had pretty much finished him off, he had not much energy left and Slut was even worse, her breathing was ragged while her body lay abused on the bed. Frank fell down next to her and took her into his arms, he just held her. He knew that tonight he had let the beast out, he also knew he would never again let it take so much control over him as it had tonight. He took a look at his slave, he was not sure how he knew this but he was sure of it, Slut was his now. But he could not go to sleep yet, he wanted it, he was exhausted, but there was something he needed to do. Frank went to the bathroom, got a wet towel and brought it back. He slowly cleaned slut, making sure that she was clean. He found alcohol and disinfected her as best as he could, any open wounds he bandaged and the rest of her body got body lotion. She was his property now, and he needed to make sure she would be as quick as possible ready to be used by him again. Only after he did that Frank decided to rest, both of them slowly falling asleep. Just before he fell asleep he heard from a distance, Slut mumble, "I love you my Master, I have never been so fulfilled or been so happy in my life." |
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1 post 2/17/2024 9:11 am |
I believe she must have more punishment
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