Testing the Submissive(30)

We drove to the house of a friend of his. When I met the man, he seemed quite nice. Experienced and mature Dominants always have an understated confidence, and a certain politeness. There is no need to flaunt their power. A smart sub knows this intuitively. Was this the man who would be joining us? When he gathered his cell and his car keys, I realized he was leaving.

Lewis led me down into the basement of the luxurious home, and that’s when I noticed the dungeon. I was told to remove all of my clothing and then directed to a St. Andrew’s cross. I silently complied. My arms and legs were pulled wide apart and securely tied off in a standing position. Lewis didn’t rush the process, and it was evident he wanted me just right. My body formed a giant ‘X’.

Lewis checked his watch, “He’ll be here in ten minutes, just enough time for your briefing.”

My briefing? That was a first. Normally I just show up and do my best to endure the thrashing.

Lewis explained, “Our guest today isn’t paying. Not only that, he has no idea that I put you up to this. He in fact believes today’s session is entirely your idea. And you will play along, understand?”

My idea? The client thinks I set this up? “Yes Sir, I think I understand. I will pretend I wanted this whipping and arranged for you to set it up.”

“There’s a bit more to it than that. You see Abby, you know today’s assailant.”

OH MY GOD! I know this person outside of my world as a whipping-bitch? I was too stunned to speak, bound as I was, fully naked – waiting to be whipped by someone from my past, before all this. Meanwhile, Lewis gave me further instructions. I was momentarily discombobulated and had to concentrate to keep listening. Snap out of it. Focus!

“Our visitor will likely be apprehensive. He may be timid. You need to convince him, not only to whip you – but to whip you severely. Bring out his inner sadist. Work your magic to ensure he knows you have no limits, other than his. Encourage him to do his worst. Do you understand?”

I paused to let it sink in. Then, I spoke to confirm my willingness, “Y..yes Sir, I understand. I must show him...th...that I’m an extreme masochist, who needs – who craves – the pain he brings…and…and that the harder he hits me, the more I love it.”

“Lastly, ensure he fucks you.”

Just then, we heard the doorbell. Lewis left me to stew in my mental anguish while he went to greet our visitor. I was nervous and tried to steady my breathing. That’s when I felt something tickling me, high on my inner thigh, but moving lower. I mocked myself: what a pathetic whore. I was very wet. So wet in fact, that a droplet of my pussy juice was literally running down my inner thigh. Part of me hated being here. But a part of me clearly wouldn’t be pretending at all.

I looked up as Lewis walked in, accompanied by…..Nooooooo!!

It was Reverend Watson! My family’s Pastor and someone I’d known for more than a decade. The Reverend was a decent man, but who had found himself in a precarious situation of late. A cleaning lady at the church stumbled upon his porn collection, predominately bdsm related. She approached the police and the press. The story was polarizing, which fueled the controversy. The vast majority of the parish supported their Reverend. He had never touched or even approached anyone, male or female, inappropriately. However, porn is still frowned upon, particularly bdsm. Senior church officials banished him from the church.

The Reverend advanced toward me slowly, timidly.

“Abigail,” he said, attempting to sound more sure of himself than he was, “My my, look what’s become of you.”

Here I stood. Completely naked. Waiting. Arms bound. Waiting for him to come and whip me. I was deeply blushing, full of shame. Worst of all, he thought I’m the one who arranged all this!

“Welcome…um, Reverend. I’m...I’m glad you came.”

As he neared me, it was obvious he wanted to clear the air, “So I guess you heard what happened to me, that they found some books and DVDs, and the rest is history as they say.”

“It was totally unfair, how it was handled and how they treated you. As...as you can see, I have a rather deep liking for S&M myself,” I confessed.

“Yes, I can see that Abigail. I would never have guessed it. Sweet Abigail, now a true whore and a kinky one at that. I barely believed Lewis at first. Until he showed me the pictures, that is.”

I felt even more ashamed. I remembered two clients who had taken photos which were subsequently emailed to Lewis. In one I was kneeling and looking up toward the camera, my tits red from a recent spanking, and my face still covered in the ejaculate of both men. I could only imagine what other images were shared.