2 comments/ 46252 views/ 12 favorites Beau of Les Belles Pt. 01 By: Belle_Sansmercy Disclaimers and copyright: This work is copyright by the author. Commercial use is prohibited without permission. Archiving and reposting of this story UNMODIFIED is permitted provided that no fee is charged, either directly or indirectly (including so-called "adult checks") AND provided that this disclaimer and attribution to the original author are maintained. I hope you enjoy this story. I enjoyed writing it. ---------------------------- This story is intended for mature audiences. You must be 18 or older to read this story. This story contains violence and non consensual sex. It is purely fictional. No one should really do the things described in this story, which are purely fantasy. If this subject matter offends please DO NOT read. Thank you. ---------------------------- A Tale from the Early Days of Les Belles -- Part 1, the introduction. Les Belles Dames Sans Mercy Hath thee in a thrall! 1. A Chance Meeting Leads to a Date with a Stranger It was just going to be a first date with a pretty young woman he met pretty much by chance. She was tall and trim. Gray eyes, full lips, a wide, smooth brow and tawny hair cut sensibly above her shoulders. Dorky glasses made her look very hip. Radiating attitude to spare. He didn't know much else about her. They met at a local coffee house. Both had ordered straight espresso, double shots. When a little steaming cup appeared on the counter, both reached for it. Their fingers touched. She left her hand on the cup and scrutinized him, making clear she felt it was her coffee not his. He wasn't bad looking, she decided. Curly brown hair with soft brown eyes and a strong chin. He was medium height, a little short of six feet, and average build. "You first," he deferred. She let a little smile play on her lips. "Are you sure?" "That you can be first? Yes, I'm sure." ""I like guys who put me first," she teased. "I like women who are upfront about what they want," he replied. "Well what I want is to come first. Everytime" She looked at him suggestively over the espresso cup and saucer she held with both hands as she sipped. . She was wearing a lightweight man's shirt tucked into her jeans. He couldn't help but notice her smallish breasts poking provocatively through the soft cotton fabric. "Isn't that the way it's supposed to be?" His espresso appeared on the counter. He picked it up. She went to a free table, sat, and looked at him expectantly. He joined her. "Do you mean that or are you just saying it?" She looked at him, obviously appraising what she was seeing. "Yes, I mean it," he replied a little on the defensive. "In a relationship between a woman and a man, it's the woman who should come first. If a man doesn't believe that, what satisfaction is there in it for the woman?" She downed her espresso, then looked steadily into his eyes and spoke very quietly so that he had to lean forward to hear her. She leaned toward him too. Suddenly their conversation seemed very private and very personal. "I like what I'm hearing, and what I'm seeing," she declared. "I do too," he answered. "So you say, but what do you know about me? For starters, I'm a very demanding person," she continued. "It isn't easy to satisfy me. When I say I like guys who put me first, it means you're going to pay lots of attention to my wants and needs, and it means you might not get what you want at all, if it's not what I want. Or, what if I want something you don't? You'll just have to do what I want anyway. And I may not be very nice about it, either. This rose comes with thorns, sharp ones that can scratch if you're not careful, or maybe even if you are. If you get involved with me, you'd better keep supplied with plenty of band aids! Not that my way of doing things doesn't have a certain appeal with some guys at least. At least, so they say. I do like sex and I do like trying things." She lifted her chest and pouted a little. "Okay, all that being said, are you interested in giving this a try? A simple one-word yes or no will do, without any hedging, please." She was a real control freak and completely open about it, he thought. Probably, she was a complete tyrant. That, and very sexy. It made a dangerous combination. He felt like he was trapped in her gaze. "Hard to decide?" she asked, smiling archly. "Things can get very hard for some guys with a woman like me. Are you one? I think so." She thrust her chest forward even more, taut nipples showing clearly through her shirt. "Yes," he replied. "I mean, yes. Yes I'm interested." "I think I'll take that as a yes." Her smile broadened. "It's Labor Day weekend. Are you busy?" "I'm wide open." "Good. We'll meet here, out in front at 7 tonight. Have dinner first. Don't be late. Get out of that silly sweatshirt and wear something nice." Her hand brushed his cheek. "Do shave beforehand, okay? And don't make any other plans for the weekend. I have an option on your time, if I decide I want it, okay?" "Okay, yes." She stood and walked out, leaving him to bus both her cup and his. He realized she'd not given her name, nor asked for his. He wondered if she would be there at 7. He knew he would. It was about ten minutes after 7 when she made her appearance. He was wondering whether to give up on her and leave. He wore a tweed jacket and sportshirt, open at the collar. She also wore a sportcoat, but with a light blue button down oxford shirt and a man's tie. They both wore khaki slacks. He was well dressed in a conservative way. She looked fashionably androgynous with her slim, athletic physique. He was only an inch or so taller even though she was in flats. She said hello and told him how much better he looked than earlier, then beckoned him to follow. She walked him to her car, holding the door while he got in. They drove to a suburb he was not familiar with and stopped at a nondescript bar. The door handle on his side didn't work. He had to wait while she came around to his side of the car and opened it for him. Much to his surprise, it looked like a lesbian bar. There were women seated together, some holding hands. There may have been one or two other men at some tables, but they could have been masculine looking women. "Hi, Math," called the waitress, moving toward them. "And you too, cutie." She pointed at a curtained booth. "Make yourselves comfortable and I'll be right with you." Math gestured for him to sit and when he did, she sat on the same side. "This is so nice and private, isn't it?" she said. "I have you all to myself." "Math" he said. "That's unusual. Short for something?" "Mathilde." "I like it. It's you." "What should I call you?" "I'm John." They spent the next hour talking about him. He shared his personal life, living situation and stories of his past romances. She confirmed that he lived alone and had no current romantic entanglements. He had several drinks. She nursed a single glass of wine, and then switched to mineral water, reminding him that she was the one driving. She got up to go to the women's room and was gone for several minutes. When she returned, she had one more drink for him. This would be his fourth. It was more than he wanted to drink but she'd bought it for him and it seemed rude to refuse. The mild sedative that she'd added to the drink, along with his consumption of alcohol, insured that he would be sleepy for the upcoming car ride. When they got up to leave he felt a little unsteady. She took his arm and walked him out to the car. She helped him in, and put the seat back a little. Remarking that he looked tired, she suggested he close his eyes for a few minutes so he'd be rested for later. He did feel really sleepy, so he put his head back as she suggested. It wasn't long before he was drifting off. In a few minutes she asked quietly if he was enjoying the ride. When as expected he didn't answer she smiled and turned on some music. They drove on into the night. When he woke they were driving down a country road he didn't recognize at all. It was dark. He had no idea how long he'd been asleep. He asked. "Oh, awhile," was all Math would said. After a few minutes, she turned onto a tiny lane. She stopped, used some kind of switch to open an electronic gate, and then drove through. In about five more minutes they drove up to an old farmhouse. "Is this where you live?" he asked. "Country place. I decided that, with you free all weekend, we could spend tonight up here." "Are we far from town?" he asked. "Not very," was her curt reply. "Which direction have we been driving?" he continued his questioning, begging to get annoyed. "Hmm, let's see. We turned left once or twice and then right. I think there was another turn in there. Then we were on a winding road. Several more turns. Then you woke up." "Come on. Where are we?" he insisted. Her evasive answers felt like she was mocking him. He stared at her profile. Yes she was pretty but this was getting really annoying! "I told you. My country place. Actually, it's not just mine. It belongs to a group of women I'm part of. Is this something you really have to know all about?" Her tone had turned scornful. "Why won't you tell me?" She stopped the car and turned toward him. Her hands stayed on the steering wheel. "Why do you have to know? Is this your masculine way of making yourself feel everything's under control? Or, are you just scared of me and need to have an escape route?" "I don't like being in the dark. I like to know where I am. Is there something wrong with that?" "I'll take you home if you're not comfortable with me," she declared. She was toying with him. It was fun to push him around a little and see how easily he'd give in. He would give in, of course! She was very adept at pushing males around. For now, it was fun to do this to him using the force of her personality. It would get his visit off on the right foot. Soon enough, she would be using other kinds of force! When he didn't object, she shrugged her shoulders dismissively and restarted the car. "No, wait. Don't," he exclaimed. He wasn't ready to go home. Being taken by a pretty woman to her country place was not something he was about to pass on. So he conceded the argument. "You have a point. I guess I'm being too uptight. I don't need to know where we are." She stopped the car and turned to him again, this time putting her hands in her lap. "Correct. You don't need to know, and I'm not going to tell you. That's that. You say you accept this. But do you really mean it? Right now, I think it's more than a little doubtful. If you do want to stay, you'll need to convince me you mean it." "Well, I do. I put myself in your hands." "Do you? Or are you just trying to manipulate me by pretending you'll go along with what I want? Well, it won't work. You'll either do what I want, or you won't. If you do try to manipulate me, I won't be very nice about it. Things may get nasty. So, you've been warned. If you don't really mean it about putting yourself in my hands, I'd advise you to take up my offer to drive you home. I'm serious." He was up against her pushy, domineering side again. She really left no room for argument. He couldn't help feeling annoyed, and nearly couldn't help himself arguing with her. But he had the strong feeling that she would go ahead and dump him, and she was just too intriguing and too pretty to risk it. She was hot. He was willing to put up with it. He raised his hands in mock surrender. "Do with me as you will, madame," he replied. "I am your servant." "Don't try to make a joke of this, John," she said in a quiet voice. "It was just trying to lighten things up a little, okay? But I mean it. You're a fascinating person. I'm not used to women being so open about taking charge. I'm not saying I don't like it. I'm not used to it, that's all. But there's something about the way you are that I really like alot. But to be honest it also makes me feel pretty nervous. So, what I'm trying to say is, yes, I mean what I said. I put myself in your hands. I'm not trying to make a joke of it." She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. "That was so sweet," she said. "I think you do really mean it." His submissive streak was wide and just below the surface, that much was obvious. She congratulated herself silently. Once again she had picked an excellent candidate for the Les Belles brand of female domination. The only question was, whether he'd put up any interesting resistance or turn out to be a complete marshmallow, once she got to work on him in a serious way breaking him to the submissive's role. "I do mean it," he offered, looking into her eyes. "Even if that means I'm not going necessarily going to be very nice to you? I can be nice, but I certainly won't be nice all the time. This is something you'll just have to accept." "Okay. I see where you're going with this. You're saying you get to be nice when you want to and not when you don't. If you have to be nice all the time, even when you don't want to be nice, it would mean you don't come first. Well, it's a chance I'm willing to take. I'm still interested, okay. I don't expect you to be nice all the time. I'm saying I accept that. No, I'm saying it's part of your fascination for me somehow. You're very upfront about all this. You're obviously a very dominant personality. You're difficult and you make no bones about it. I don't know why, but it's part of what makes you so attractive to me." "Let's go inside. Let's do it right now," she said, getting out of the car. Since his door wouldn't open from the inside, he waited for her to let him out again. She walked to the front of the car, paused and threw her head back. With her hands she smoothed her hair. Continuing the motion, she ran her hands down her body from her shoulders to her thighs, then turned toward him with an expression that smouldered. She continued to his side of the car and opened the door for him. Before he could get out she was headed to the front door. He followed, watching the sway of her hips. He was still a little wobbly. When he got to the door took his arm, guiding him through the door. They came into a small mudroom. There was a bench by the door with a pile of assorted shoes next to it. "Outside shoes aren't allowed. Take them off, and your socks too," she insisted. He started to ask why but thought the better of it. He sat and removed his shoes, leaving his socks tucked inside. She kicked her shoes off and stepped into a pair of sneakers. He was about to ask for something to put on his feet when she took his arm and guided him forward. The place was fairly large and nicely finished. He saw a large living room and a dining area furnished with a big table and fine chairs. Over the table was an interesting looking modern chandelier. It all looked very expensive. They crossed the hallway and went through a door that led to steps down to a furnished basement. It was a large room with leather couches and dark wood paneling. At one end was an alcove with a bed in it that protruded just a little into the main room. Around the alcove were floor to ceiling cabinets. There was a wet bar on the opposite wall. The floor was nice linoleum tile. It was cool against his soles. 2. Caught in the Web "Sit, while I make you some chocolate," she instructed, walking to a wet bar. "Chocolate is a great pick me up, or pick you up in this case. Lots of caffeine and especially the way I make it. I want you fully awake for the next several hours." In a few minutes she handed him a steaming cup. The hot liquid was very thick and had a powerful chocolate flavor. It wasn't very sweet. "To a very interesting evening," she offered, touching her cup to his. She downed hers and he felt it was only appropriate to do the same. "OK, here's something that's really interesting," she continued, withdrawing a pair of handcuffs from her pocket and holding them up. "Have you ever played with these before? Hold out your wrists and I'll show you how they work." "Hold on. I'm not sure this is something I'm interested in." "Have you ever been handcuffed? For entertainment, that is. I'm not asking about your arrest record." "No, and I'm not sure it's a good idea." "How do you know unless you give it a try?" Her tone was taunting. "I just don't know if it appeals to me." "I think you're just scared of this, aren't you? I may have misjudged you. Are you really too much of a coward to try something new? I thought you were interested in what I like to do. I like putting a guy in handcuffs. But, if you're too scared to try it out ..." "No, I'm not scared," he exclaimed. "I'm perfectly willing to try new things. It's just that..." "Good," she replied, snapping a cuff on his wrist. "Wait a minute. I didn't agree you could do that." He tried to jerk his hand away but she held on to the other cuff. He looked down at the steely ring around his wrist. It felt strange. He could twist his wrist inside the cuff, but it was too tight to pull his hand through. The metal felt hard and cold against his skin. When he looked up the expression on his face showed fear, surprise and excitement. Math's smile declared victory. "I don't know about this. I think maybe you should take it off and then we can talk it over, ok?" John urged. "Excuse me. What about all those things you said a few minutes ago, about you being willing to do what I want to do? Were you just saying what you thought I wanted to hear? Okay, let's get my car and I'll take you home." She stood up and pulled on the handcuff. "Wait a minute. I didn't say I won't go along with this. I just want to know why you want me in handcuffs. I don't think that's out of line," he demanded, trying to put her on the defensive. "Why don't we try me handcuffing you?" "Oh, I see. This is what you meant when you said you'd do what I want. Except not quite what I want. Sort of, what I want, but the opposite, huh?" "You're the one who brought up the idea of handcuffs." "And you're the one who said he was putting himself in my hands. And, who said he liked me being in control of the situation. But not exactly. Because, if I do handcuff you, you'd be a lot less in control, and I'd more in control. So now it doesn't seem like such a good idea to do what I want, contrary to what you said when you wanted me to invite you in. If so, time for us to take you home." "No, I don't want to leave. I'm just kind of nervous, that's all. I don't need to be in control. I was just trying to make a point, okay? Handcuffing someone is pretty extreme. Yes, I'm kind of nervous about it. You'd feel the same way if it was you we were talking about being handcuffed." "Aha! You are scared of me. You are! Scary me!" she teased, grinning at him. "But maybe you should be scared. Remember, as I told you, I'm not always very nice. With you in handcuffs, I really could take advantage of you. Is that scary? But it's also part of the thrill, isn't it? But let's not push it too far at least not to start. I understand how you might feel nervous. So, let's not rush into anything too scary right away. This is just something we're trying out, right? How about this: since it's your first time with handcuffs, let's do it with your hands staying in front. Being cuffed with your hands in front isn't such a big deal. It's not like having your hands cuffed behind your back where you really wouldn't be able to protect yourself at all. With your hands in front we'll just link them together but you'll still be able to use them pretty well. Yes you'll still be handcuffed but with your restraint being pretty much symbolic compared to something more effective where you'd actually be helpless. Or, are you too much of a coward to even try hands cuffed in front?" Beau of Les Belles Pt. 01 "I'm not a coward. I'm willing to try a lot of different things. It's just, well, being handcuffed is a little extreme," he explained. Mathilde didn't speak but her look made clear how she felt. "But, you have a point. At least, I wouldn't be completely defenseless. That's so." "Then what could you be so frightened of? Hmm. Maybe you're scared you might like it." "I'm not scared." "Okay, then hold out your other wrist. Or, you can say no, and we can call it a night and I'll take you home. Let's you make your choice. You say you'll follow my lead, but then you keep trying to back out. I'm getting tired of it. Decide, one way or the other. Right now. Which is it?" She gave him a look that made it clear she wasn't kidding. "Alright. I guess I'll try anything once," he conceded. He sighed and held out his hands so she could finish putting the cuffs on. The second loop closed with an ominous clicking sound. The two circles were tight around his wrists. . Not knowing quite what to do with his cuffed hands, John continued to hold them out in front of him. He was surprised how potent the effect was. A statement had been made. His hands were cuffed. Math had done the cuffing. She had said from the start that she was going to be the one in charge, and suddenly power had shifted very dramatically to her. He looked from his hands to her face. Her smug expression seemed to taunt him. "Now, try this. Lift your hands up in the air above your head," she directed. "How come?" "For someone who made such a big deal of me coming first and everything, you are very, very reluctant to try anything I suggest. Are you going to do it or not?" She still sounded annoyed. If he kept annoying her, this wasn't going anywhere. "Okay, I'll do it," he offered, raising his hands. "I've never been handcuffed before. I'm just nervous, that's all." "I'd feel nervous in your shoes too. And other things." She put her hand in his lap and pressed his erection lightly. "Obviously, you don't only feel nervous. So, what are you nervous about? I hope you're not afraid to tell me. It's important to me with a guy for you to open up about how you feel." Her fingers traced the outline of his shaft. This response was a lot more promising, he thought. "Okay, yes, I've never been handcuffed this way. Maybe I'm not really helpless with my hands in front, but when I put my hands up in the air like this, it makes me feel pretty vulnerable. It wouldn't take much to make me helpless, would it? With these cuffs on, a little hook would be enough to keep me from bringing my hands down. I don't know. There must be something about having these cuffs on. I can't help thinking what that something like that might be like." "Hmm. Keep your hands up there a little longer, okay? This is starting to get kind of interesting." She smiled suggestively and curved her fingers around his shaft. The annoyance had subsided. Her flirtatiousness had returned. "I do like this idea of yours. If the cuffs were attached to a hook, I could do whatever I want with you. You couldn't do anything to stop me. It's the kind of thing that can cause a very interesting mix of feelings." "Yes. It's complicated, especially for a guy. It feels very funny to think of you being in control that way and me being kind of helpless. Especially with what you're doing with your hand. It feels pretty nice but there's also a pretty scary side to it." He felt elated that things had taken a sexy turn again. "Scared and sexy is a combination I like to make a guy feel," she observed, her fingers tightening on his erection. "Okay, try this. Put your hands back behind your head as far as you can." "Like this?" he moved his hands as she suggested and looked in her eyes expectantly. This was getting very sexy indeed, the way she was fondling his cock. Was she going to kiss him? He wanted her to. Instead, she reached behind him with one hand, grasped the links between the cuffs and pulled down hard, yanking his hands downward to the back of his neck. It caught him by surprise. But what came next was even more shocking. She used her other arm to punch him in his stomach, hard, getting her weight behind her punch. Math prided herself in hitting harder than most males. John wasn't prepared for this at all. Her fist buried itself in his gut, knocking the wind out of him. She followed up with several more hard punches that left him hurting and gasping for air and struggling to keep from throwing up. His resistance disappearing, she easily pulled his cuffed hands against the back of the couch. He was forced to lean backward, his shoulders pressed against the cushion. While he struggled to get his breath back , she produced a pretty necklace from her pocket made of several golden strands with clips on both ends. She leaned over, her breasts pressing against his chest, reached around and fastened one of the clips to the link between his cuffs. The she sat up and, wrapping the chain back around under his chin, fastened the second clip to the link between his handcuffs. It took only a few seconds. Before he could see what was coming, he was effectively collared, with his cuffed hands attached at the back of his neck. It looked like he was wearing the kind of elegant golden choker sometimes used in high fashion outfits to accentuate the wearer's neck. "Fuck this," he exclaimed when he got his breath back. "You vicious bitch. You punched me really hard. I wasn't ready for it. Let me go, goddamn it." Math sat erect and turned toward John. With one hand she pushed on his chest, pinning him against the back of the sofa. With her other hand she slapped his face several times, back and forth. "Do not call me names, John," she spoke between slaps. "You're going to regret it if you do." He couldn't do anything to protect himself. Her slaps stung his cheeks. "Stop it," he cried as she kept slapping his face. "Okay, no more names. C'mon. Please stop it. Please?" When she stopped they sat looking at each other a few moments. He tried tugging his wrists but quit when he felt the necklace choking him, his expression a mix of hurt and frustration. She waited, giving him time to appreciate his first experience of being helpless, her expression one of haughty, amused confidence. He twisted his head back and forth and scowled, obviously unused to the feeling of something around his neck. "I don't like this necklace thing you've put on me. I don't like it at all. Take it off and we can talk this over, okay? I'll be civil." "But it looks so pretty on you." Math used her hand to lift his chin. "You should wear jewelry more often." "I can't do anything with my arms. You said I'd be able to defend myself if you cuffed me, but I can't. You're going back on your word. Take it off. I mean it." He tried again twisting away from her hold. Once again he cut off his own air supply, and he had to stop struggling. "You're right about one thing. You certainly are helpless." "You tricked me. This isn't fair," he whined. "You told me I wouldn't be helpless if I let you cuff me." "So, looks like I've changed my mind," Math shrugged. "You've changed your mind? That's not good enough!" exclaimed the frustrated male. "I only let you cuff me because you said I'd be able to defend myself. I didn't agree to anything else. Why do you get to change your mind?" "Does it really matter why? I don't think so. If I were you, I'd be much more concerned what's going to happen next than these whys and wherefores you seem so fascinated with. Let me demonstrate." While he watched with disbelief, her hand lowered his zipper and invaded his underwear. Fingers clamped around his sac trapping his balls. Then she tightened her grip. "What? Stop that!" he exclaimed. "That's too tight. Stop it. I don't like it. Let go. I mean it." He squirmed and kicked his feet in the air, then tried to close his legs. But with his hands restrained behind his head, he had no effective means to stop her. She had gotten too good a hold and merely gave his sac a quick upward tug. "Don't!" he cried. She ignored him. He had no choice but to lift his hips, pressing his upper back flat against the couch. With his hands pinned behind him and his balls in her grip, he suddenly felt very much trapped. He didn't like the feeling. "Hold still," she said, her voice brittle. "Quit squirming around. Stop it right now, John. You don't know what uncomfortable is yet. I could squeeze harder. A lot harder." "No!" he shouted. "Don't. Just let go." But the hold she had on his balls made him think better of continuing to struggle. He looked at her petulantly. Her expression had turned very sultry. She was obviously very turned on by what was happening. "Tell me this: if I did let go, would you be a good boy and get yourself in position for your punishment?" "What? No. I'm not going to let you punish me. What gives you the right to do that?" "You deserve to be punished." "For what?" "Well, lying to start with. You told me you were going to put me first but all I'm hearing is you, you, you. Or your attitude. So critical of everything I do! Besides, you're male. And, I enjoy punishing males. Haven't you caught on? So, anyway, from my point of view, sure seems like I have lots of reasons for punishing you. I'm very enthusiastic about this whole idea of punishing you, actually." "Who do you think you are? I didn't agree to any punishment. You're taking advantage of me." He was angry but it felt ridiculous to be arguing with her when she had him so effectively under her control. They both knew he could do nothing to back up anything he might say. "Am I? How so?" "You tricked me. You told me there would be no cuffing my hands behind my back. You made me think it would be sexy to let you handcuff me. Then you fooled me into putting my hands behind my head so you could get this collar thing on me. And you sucker-punched me. That's dirty pool. You accuse me of being dishonest, but you're the one who's been deceiving me, and it's obviously on purpose. What are you planning? I'm starting to think you're not a very nice person". "Oh, really? Because we did discuss this very subject just a few minutes ago out in the car. Remember? I told you wasn't going to be nice, and in no uncertain terms. You accepted this. You even said it was fascinating. Or were you just saying that, it because you thought it was what I wanted to hear? Before you answer, do bear in mind, you're talking to someone who has your balls in her grip and who has a pretty strong grip, too." She gave him a painful little squeeze to illustrate. "Ow! Stop it! I don't know what you're getting out of this, but I'm not interested. Just let me go, okay? You can drive me home. Or I'll hitch a ride." For her response she squeezed again. "Oh god," he wailed. "If you're pleading for mercy, perhaps you should try, "oh goddess." As in, "oh, goddess, I'll do whatever you want, just please, no more," advised Math. "Just let me go, damn you." "You're awfully cute when you're upset." "It's not going to be very cute when I get loose. You just wait." "Hmm. The classic impotent threat. Because you aren't going to get loose. The cuffs and chain are much too strong for you to break free. My hold on you in is very effective." She giggled and gave a little squeeze. "So, be cautious. I don't appreciate being threatened, especially not by a male." "You're the one who better be cautious." The fingers tightened on his balls. "Ow! Don't! Please? I'm asking not threatening." "And, there you have it. Nothing like punishment for improving a guy's attitude, I always say. And you males are made for punishment! A littlle squeeze in the right place, and presto, chango, suddenly you've turned oh so nice. You do agree, don't you?" Her fingers started to tighten again. "Don't! Yes you're right. No more threats. I get your point." "Okay, so are you ready to assume the position for some real punishment? And not just me goosing you a little bit more. I mean the kind of punishment that's involves lots and lots of pain and goes on a very long time. The sort of punishment that will do wonders for your attitude." "Look, Math, enough's enough. I'm not into punishment. Punishment just doesn't do anything for me. I don't like it." "Well, obviously. It wouldn't be punishment, if you liked it! But poor you. I'm going to punish you and there's nothing you can do to stop this. I've got you by the balls, remember? Of course you do. It's not something a guy can just ignore, if someone like me has someone like you by the balls. Then again, you don't know me very well yet. " "No, I obviously don't. What kind of person are you? Just let go of me." "What sort of person am I? Basically, the kind of person who wouldn't be someone you'd choose to have you by your balls, if you did have a choice. You know, that sort of girl..." She grinned and tightened her grip, rolling his balls around between her fingers. His eyes widened. He grunted with hurt and surprise. He twisted his hands this way and that but couldn't reach the clasps that affixed them to the necklace. He pressed his thighs together in a futile attempt to protect his balls. She only squeezed harder, causing him to grunt again. He jerked, wriggled and kicked. It was all in vain. He couldn't defend himself. After a few moments she relaxed her grasp and he stopped struggling. "That sound you make when I do this," she observed, as another quick squeeze of his balls made him grunt again. "Yes, that one - is that why they call it being goosed? Because you do honk like one," she giggled, using another squeeze to make him grunt again. "But seriously, I know, what I'm doing to you is pretty painful. I'm doing this to make a point about how things stand between me and you. Do you get it?" "Yes," he shouted, anxious not to encourage her to continue the demonstration. "You've made your point. I get your point." "Good," she smiled. "Now you and I are going to walk over to the alcove over there on the other side of this room, and you're going to get in position for punishment. I love giving a guy his first whipping. This is your first time, isn't it? But it won't be your last!" "You don't have any right to do this to me. I'm not going to get in position for anything. Just fuck you. Let me go. Really. I demand you let me go." "On your feet, right now, mister!" "No." "Oh, yes," countered Math, tightening her fingers. He couldn't let this happen. But with his hands fastened behind his neck he couldn't do anything about her hold on his balls. "Stop that! Cut it out!" he demanded. "This is wrong. You can't make me." "You're going to do as I say, John. The only question is, when. And the answer is..." Her fingers tightened more. His groin was starting to ache badly. But he couldn't let her do this. "I won't do it. Do your worst. But just you wait, when I get out of this... oh! Oh god," he wailed, forced to interrupt himself by a sharp squeeze. He started to feel nauseated. "We have such a very long way to go before I'm doing my worst! You'll give up way before that," she predicted with a knowing smile. She rolled his balls around in her fingers, gradually increasing the pressure. The pain just kept getting worse. He groaned miserably. But with his hands stuck behind his head and his balls in her hand he just couldn't find a way to put up much struggle. "Let's see. I think this will do the trick." She applied her fingernail to one of his balls and pressed firmly. He gave a little shriek. "Yep. Just the thing," she declared, pressing even harder. The sharp edge not only hurt. He couldn't believe what was happening. No one had ever done anything like this to him before. It felt like she might do permanent damage. He couldn't stand it. He just couldn't. It had to stop, right now. There was only one way to stop it. "Don't! I give! I'll do it. Just stop that. Ohmygod. Please, stop it." He struggled to his feet. She pulled him by his balls in the direction of the bed in an alcove at the back of the room. He was under her control. She was going to whip him, or so she said. He didn't want to be whipped. But her grip on his balls was very firm and she'd already demonstrated her ability to make him do as she told. He wanted to disappear. If only there were a spaceship orbiting above that could beam him up out of this madness, he thought. She made him face away from the bed, then stepped beside him and yanked forcefully backwards on his cuffs, so that he fell onto the bed on his back. A length of chain extended from an opening in the wall. She clipped the end of this chain to his handcuffs. Then she removed the necklace so he was free to bring his hands back in front. She stood up and moved to the alcove wall. He brought his hands in front of his face and yanked at his cuffs, desperate to somehow free his hands so he could defend himself. The chain rattled. The circles were tight on his wrists. He couldn't find any give in the cuffs or the links between them. But at least he had his hands in front of him where he could indeed use them to protect his balls. He looked at her warily. He wasn't going to let her get that hold again. Mathilde flipped a switch on the wall, then watched with interest as he experienced the result. There was a whirring noise, and the chain made a clicking noise as it began to retract. Then it tightened and began pulling on his wrists. He resisted with all his strength but to no avail. The mechanism pulling on the chain was much stronger than him. Looking shocked he watched as his wrists moved inexorably back over his head. "Turn that off!" he cried. When his arms were fully extended his body was dragged farther onto the bed. Math couldn't suppress her glee at his panicky expression and futile wriggles as he was pulled into position. She waited until his hands were a few inches from the headboard before stopping the winch. It was similar to what John had imagined, with his hands imprisoned over his head, except now he was lying on his back. But this was real, much too real! "What the hell?" he cried. "You can't do this to me." But they both know she could. She sat on the bed next to him and before he could roll away from her, his balls were in her grasp once more. With her other hand she undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. "Oh no, not again!" he groaned. "Haven't you made your point? My balls are getting really sore. You've got me under control anyway, don't you? I can't do anything with my hands. You don't need to keep working on my balls like this. It's not necessary. If you were a guy you'd understand." "No I'm not a guy, obviously, but don't worry, I understand very well how I'm making you feel. Yes, it hurts. It hurts because I want it to hurt. Do you want me to make it hurt worse? Trust me, I can make it hurt a lot worse! If you don't want me to do that, then you'll need to do what I say. No argument. Any hesitation is going to get you punished more, John. Yes or no, do you understand this?" "Yes," the hapless male replied. He wasn't about to provoke her if he could avoid it. "Good. Now, spread your legs nice and wide. Do it. Wider! Good. Now, turn your feet outward. Yes, like that. Now then, bring your knees up. No, not that way. Do it like a girl who's ready for fucking. I said, like a girl. Haven't you ever fucked a girl before, John? There, yes, more like that, but get the knees up a little farther. Good. Nice and girlsh. Now hold this position. I mean it." Another little squeeze left no question that she did mean it. "Now, give me a nice, steamy come-hither look. Pretend I'm your guy. I want to see a girl who's in position for a fucking and who's ready for me to fuck her." The fingernail pressed firmly on his ball yet again, twisting a little. She raised an eyebrow expectantly, then broke into a grin as he did his best to do as she instructed. "Hmm. Not very difficult at all to get you to do that, at least compared with some guys. You didn't put up much of a fight at all. Are you sure you don't want to put up more of a fight? Posing like this without a fight isn't exactly the manly thing to do, you know." Beau of Les Belles Pt. 01 "Like you say, you've got me by the balls. It's not just a figure of speech. You've made it pretty damned clear that your really do know how to hurt guys, and you're going to use this hold to inflict a lot of pain if I don't do what you say. I'd be a fool to fight you." "You being male, this is a surprisingly sensible attitude you're displaying. Guys can be so unreasonable, especially when you feel like your precious masculinity is threatened. Are you worried I'm a threat to your masculinity? Well, you should be! Me making you pose this nice girlish way, this is just your first preview of things to come. Now look in my eyes. Good. And tell me how you feel." "Well, I feel angry. And scared." "Well, that's easy enough to say. But things aren't quite so simple, are they? I'm cutting you some slack here because this is new for you. But don't try my patience. You have an interesting mix of feelings going on. I can see this in your eyes, and what about this?" Her fingertips played over his swollen member. "This is not the way someone reacts if all he feels is scared. You're going to tell me honestly what you're feeling, and without leaving things out because they're things you don't like to talk about." John looked at where his erection bulged in his pants. There wasn't any denying it. "Okay. This is scary but I'm not just scared." She gave his balls a painful little squeeze. "I told you, eye contact." He had no choice but obey. He lay there, hands over his head, legs spread, knees up, posing like a girl ready to take some guy's cock. He looked up at Math. She looked back, her expression one of haughty amusement. Her steady gaze seemed to penetrate his mind, as if she could see into his inner thoughts. "I feel kind of like a specimen pinioned here by the cuffs on my wrists and by your hand between my legs. You're also making me feel like you can see right through me. You seem to know how I feel. You seem to know what you're doing. You have done this before, haven't you? So I'm at a disadvantage. You know what to expect. I don't. Yes, you can see that this has a sexy side for me. It's scary and when a very pretty woman like you tells me to pose like a girl and I have to do it, it's really humiliating. But I won't deny that somehow it's sexy at the same time, and it's also exposed and vulnerable. Maybe that's what makes it so sexy. I don't know. I'm upset because I think you tricked me into it. But I'm also wondering where it's going. It's out of my control. It feels like you're the one in control and I can't do anything about it and that's wrong but it's also more appealing than I want it to be -- I wish you weren't so really pretty." She grinned and put a finger to his lips. "Good! All feelings very understandable in your present predicament, and all feelings we'll be working with as we go forward. Let's focus on exposed and vulnerable for now. Let's have your legs flat on the bed again, with your ankles nice and wide apart. Do this, John." Her hand began to tension again, leaving him no choice. ... to be continued Beau of Les Belles Pt. 02 Disclaimers and copyright: This work is copyright by the author. Commercial use is prohibited without permission. ---------------------------- This story is intended for mature audiences. You must be 18 or older to read this story. This story contains violence and non consensual sex. It is purely fictional. No one should really do the things described in this story, which are purely fantasy. If this subject matter offends please DO NOT read. Thank you. ---------------------------- A Tale from the Early Days of Les Belles -- Part 2 Les Belles Dames Sans Mercy Hath thee in a thrall!(Continued from Part 1) 3 -- Sensitivity Training, Mandatory and Intensive Lying on his back, with hands fastened to the wall behind his head, legs spread wide, John looked up warily at this woman who now had made him her captive. She was still beautiful but now her beauty had a powerful undercurrent of menace. "We can start with you being a little more exposed." Using one hand on each side of his open zipper, she yanked hard, splitting his pants badly. This exposed his boxer shorts. Grasping his fly with two fingers from each hand, she yanked hard, ruining his boxers as well. "Hey! Don't do that," he exclaimed. "You're circumcised. Good! I like my guys circumcised." She used her finger to tease his tip. "Hmm. It's not a very large one, but nice and responsive. You do like me being in control, don't you? Good!" She turned and her strong hands yanked his shirt apart. Buttons flew everywhere. "Lots of chest hair. Should be fun taking care of that!" She stood next to the bed and looked down smugly. "My clothes! You've ruined them all. Those were nice pants. This shirt cost a lot! You're the one who told me to wear nice things. This has really gone too far." He rolled over and looked at the cuffs, trying to find some way to get them off. He couldn't really inspect them in this position, so he got to his knees, hoping he could find some weakness in his restraints. There was no obvious way to release the latch connecting the chain to the cuffs. There was a keyhole but no key. The chain passed through a small reinforced hole in the wall. He twisted and pulled. "Let me loose, damn it," he cried. `Instead, she stepped behind him and yanked his trousers and boxers down to his knees. "No! Don't! I didn't say you could do that! Pull them back up. Right now, do you hear me?" She pulled his shirt up over his head, using a large binder clip to fasten the shirt tail to his collar. "What are you doing?" he cried. "Baring your bottom, of course. I'd feel pretty silly whacking away at you with your pants on." "What?" he cried, looking over his shoulder. She was holding her riding crop between her hands, and she drew back her arm. The crop whistled and landed on his flesh with a nasty smack. "Ow! Damn it. That hurt!" he cried. "Of course it hurt. You're being whipped, silly. When done correctly, this hurts a lot." "There's no correctly about it. Just stop it, okay?" "I'm assuming you don't have much experience with being whipped or probably even none. So I wouldn't expect you to understand the difference between doing this correctly and merely whacking away at your backside helter skelter. To whip someone properly takes skill. Proper whippings take good aim and good timing. Not to mention some flair for the dramatic. This takes practice, lots of it." She paused and smiled impishly. "But of course pure skill isn't everything. Whipping you properly also takes strength and fitness, using powerful strokes and keeping going for a long time." She undid her tie, then removed her jacket and her top and placed them on a chair. Standing with her back toward him she flexed, showing off nice muscles in her shoulder and back. She had an athlete's body, powerful without being overdeveloped. "This is one way those long hours at gym do pay off," she continued, turning toward him and flexing her arm to show a well defined bicep. She wore a black push up bra, accentuating her breasts and showing some cleavage. He viewed her with mixed emotions. She was beautiful and sexy, and also obviously strong and fit. Her right hand waved the riding crop around negligently at her side. His hands were fastened so he had no way to defend himself. The scene was scary and sexually charged. "You look good. No, you look great. If you'd only unfasten this chain, I'd show you how good you look to me. My hands fastened this way puts me at a big disadvantage when it comes to demonstrating how much I'm attracted to you." "I'm flattered of course but are you saying you don't appreciate my introduction to the art of whipping?" "I think you're very interesting but to be honest, whipping's just not an interest of mine. I'd really, really like to move on." "You being new to all this, I was just trying to give you some idea of what you should expect. But fine, if my efforts aren't appreciated, we'll just get right down to brass tacks and other stingy things." She stepped forward and swung the crop again, putting her body into the stroke. It was quite bit harder than the first one had been. John's eyes widened and he gave a little shriek. "That really hurt, damn it." She stepped back and rested the crop over her shoulder, watching with interest. "Interesting welt, making a jaunty angle across both your cheeks. You'll color nicely. My prediction would be purplish." "What's the point? Why are you doing this to me?" "I started to explain this to you, and you stopped me saying you weren't interested. So, which is it? Do you want me to go on with my explanation or not? And they say we women have trouble making up our minds!" Anything would be better than her hitting him again with that crop, he thought. "Okay, no, I mean, yes, I want to hear what you have to say. Just please, don't hit me with that thing again." "That last was a pretty good hard stroke. Was it more than you can handle?" He started to say again that he wasn't into whipping at all. But it occurred to him this might not be the best strategy with her. She was kinky, that much was obvious. She was into whipping him. His hands were chained so he was going to have to put up with this. Maybe her question was meant to help her test his limits so she wouldn't go too far. "I haven't ever tried SM. Hurting someone else just doesn't appeal to me. And neither does being whipped. But if you're dead set on whipping, that last stroke was way, way too hard. There's nothing sexy about it at all." "Not for you, maybe." "No maybe! It just hurt. It hurt a lot. What's sexy about that?" "You're only thinking about how you feel. This is really disappointing, John. What about me coming first, and you agreeing to put yourself second? What about me choosing whether to be nice or not? I don't think our conversations could possibly have been any clearer. You can't deny this." "Alright, yes, it's what you said," he admitted, not liking where this seemed to be heading. "Well, how can you say this isn't sexy for me?" "Ok, I meant it's not sexy for me. I don't understand how it can be sexy for you." "Then you'll just have to take my word for it, won't you?" She hit him again. The impact was low on his rump, just above the thighs. Her swing was nearly as hard as the last one, and she chose a more tender spot for the blow. "Ow! Oh, gee, that stings. Oooh." He waved his rear end from side to side in a very cute way. "Okay, if want to whip me, I can't do anything to stop you, but do you have to swing so hard? It really is my first time for being whipped. Really. Give me a chance to get used to it, please?" "Of course not. When I whip you hard, your reactions are just too cute." "Okay, I'll give you whatever reactions you're looking for. Just take it easy. You don't have to hit me that hard. I'll play along. Give me a chance." "Oh, please, John, do you really think you can fake these colorful marks I'm putting on your skin? You aren't a chameleon! Another thing, you're completely ignoring the effect on you afterwards. Are you going to be afraid of me because I've pretended to whip you? Will you be more submissive because I might pretend to whip you again? Very unlikely." "Afterwards? Do you think I'm just going to stay around here after you've whipped me? Do you expect me to wait for you to decide to do it again? Not a chance." "Oh, you're thinking I'm going to whip you and let you go. But I told you to clear the weekend for me. I suspect you probably did follow my instructions. I hope you did, because you are going to be our guest for the next three days. If you've made any other plans, I'm afraid you're just going to be a no-show." "Your guest for three more days? Not likely. You can call me a guest but that does not give you the right to keep me here against my will." "OK, I'll concede your point. Actually, you'll be our captive. We have a very full weekend planned for you. Let's just say when you're allowed to leave, you won't be a novice anymore when it comes to whippings. At least, the receiving end of whippings. You won't enjoy this as its happening, but look on the plus side. We'll be molding you into the kind of male who's very attentive and submissive to woman's needs, wants and whims. After all, you were pretty enthusiastic about putting women first when you were trying to get my attention at the coffee shop. Hopefully you really meant what you said. If you're as pliable as you made yourself out to be, I'll have lots of fun time breaking you for real female domination. Otherwise, well, there are things I'm willing to do if necessary that are usually effective even with the most recalcitrant males. But they do go beyond what even I think of as fun. I really don't think I'll need to be that severe with you though. My feeling is, you're by disposition pretty submissive anyway, so breaking you isn't going to be allthat difficult. But here I am, monopolizing our conversation. I can just go on and on about these subjects, but what about you? Would you like to go on some more about you having rights and how you're not going to put up with this and whatever?" "You're really a sadist, aren't you? You like hurting men. It's perverted." "Guilty as charged. Ironically, the one who gets punished for this is you." Another wicked slice with her crop across his rump caused him to yelp. It was her worst one yet. "What does this do for you?," he whined. "All I want to do is be nice to you. What does hurting me accomplish?" "Isn't it obvious? You just called me sadist. Myself, I think that's pretty harsh. In our society, fact is, everyone has some sadomasochism in their psychology. Yes, it's taboo so most people don't act on these impulses. For myself, my sadistic side just happens to be pretty strong especially in relationships with men like yourself, and I'm also very uninhibited. You, for your part, have this sweet lovely masochistic streak, don't you?" "No. I'm not a masochist. That's exactly where this whole thing has gone wrong. I don't enjoy being whipped. This is all a big misunderstanding." "You're thinking of this all wrong. People aren't merely sadists and masochists. It's not that simple. With any given person you have a different balance. Some people have more sadomasochism, some people less. Some people are more sadistic and some are more masochistic and some are both ways. People are uninhibited or repressed, sometimes both depending on what side of you we're exploring. This all gets very complicated. But even people who try really hard to keep their SM side very repressed, like you do, can't keep this hidden from someone who knows how to look for it. This afternoon when we first met, I had my eye out for someone like you. You do remember my comment about roses and thorns, don't you? You might have been a moth with a flame." "It wasn't masochism. I just thought you were being honest. People have trouble getting close. Roses have thorns. I appreciated it that you were putting it on the table." "Weasel, weasel. We were talking about me coming first in any relationship. Me being the one with power and you being the one who might not get what he wants. And roses with thorns, big sharp ones that hurt when you get scratched. You weren't put off one bit!" The whip zinged through the air and hit his bottom once again. "Ow! Damn it, do you have to hit so hard? It's not you being cruel that attracted me to you. That's not so. What attracted me to you is you're very pretty and interesting. I like girls who know what they want. I want to please you. Whipping has nothing with it." "To the contrary, whipping you has everything to do with it. Not that I expect you to exactly like being whipped. It's more about pain fulfilling certain needs." "What do you mean? That doesn't make any sense to me." "Nobody likes pain, at least, not while they're feeling it. Think about this, silly. It wouldn't be pain if you liked it. No, you don't like me giving you a nice hard stroke with my crop, because it hurts. But, then again, what about that lovely erection of yours? Hmm? Your erection tells me this is all a little more complicated than you simply not liking being whipped." She slashed his rump again, hard, then used the tip of her crop to toy with his penis. "Pretty hard to explain, huh? Well, pretty hard, anyway! I'm told that when you guys get hard like this it means whatever's happening has a certain appeal for you." "I don't like this in any way. I can't help reacting this way when you do that. Would you stop that, please? You're taking advantage of me and I don't like being taken advantage of. Really, I don't." "Are you embarrassed? You are. Okay, not to worry, your erection won't be lasting very much longer. I'm not doing this for your erotic pleasure! We're here to satisfy my sadistic urges. Poor you, this means making you hurt. Even better, is when you start to turn all soft and squishy inside. It's so sweet when a guy breaks down and starts to cry. This won't feel sexy for you anymore at that point. But afterwards, you'll be so sweet to me. You'll thank me for your whipping. At first you'll tell yourself its only because you have to or I'll be even crueler to you, but after awhile you'll realize whippings are really good for you and you'll mean it when you express your gratitude." "I'm not a masochist, damn it. I'm the wrong person for you to whip. Let me go and find someone who does get something out of it." "Ignoring your erection for now, you're the person I've chosen. It simply isn't something that's open for discussion." She illustrated her point by giving him yet another stripe. She caught one of the most tender places, just below the curve of his ass.. "Ow! No more! Please?" he cried. "Okay, I can understand how SM can be sexy, if you don't go too far. But why do you have to keep hitting me over and over really hard like that? It hurts alot. Damn it. I just can't understand how this can be fun for you either." "I thought I made it clear enough. What more can I tell you? There's an exhilarating feeling of power and control. It's sexy. It turns me on. This is why I like doing it au naturel. It really heightens the sexiness of the whole thing." She reached back and unclasped her bra, placing it with her blouse. "I like to think I have quite a bit of sex appeal," she continued, shedding her slacks and stepping out of her panties. "Don't you agree?" She teased his cock some more with the tip of the riding crop. He had continued to struggle with the chains while she was talking, but to no avail. They were stronger than he was. He was cleverly restrained so there really wasn't any way to free himself. He really was helpless. It was scary and it was sexy, especially with her standing there naked. With the push up bra off, her breasts were wide but very flat, covering most of her chest and nearly touching above her sternum. The twin sweelings were both crowned by pert nipples that tilted slightly upward, surrounded by wide dark areoles. Her muscularity diminished the curves of her belly and bottom, but her shape still was unmistakably female. Between her legs pink lips peeked from behind a brown thatch. "Yes you're very sexy," he replied. "Look, let me loose and I'll show you how sexy I think you really are. You don't need to whip me to make me do what you want. I mean it. You can be on top or whatever position you like best. I'll go down on you if you want. I guarantee it would be much more fun than whipping me." "Are you trying to seduce me? Okay, I'll give you a chance. But you'll have to do quite a bit better than that. Convince me how very attractive I am and it better sound like you mean it." She gave him an enticing look. She wanted him focused on her body, upping the sexual voltage for both of them. "I do mean it," he exclaimed, elated at her offer. Maybe this really was just a kinky game that was going to lead to some hot sex. It had to be! She'd already hit him too many times. She hit hard. It hurt. But it was worth it if it was leading up to sex. It had to be leading up to sex. She couldn't be planning to whip him much more, could she? So far it was painful, but it was tolerable and yes, even in some way kind of erotic. Maybe he really was a little bit masochistic. So, this really was all a kinky game and now would be the payoff. He added, "You're a very beautiful woman, and fascinating. If you're showing me that you like to be the one in control, well, you're right. I can get into that. Okay? I admit it." "I want to hear what you think is sexy about me. No holding back, if you're trying to impress me. Talk about my face, my breasts, my sex. Let me know how much I appeal to you. Persuade me that letting you loose and making love would be more exciting than whipping you would be." "Okay. Yes. Everything about you is sexy, from your head to your feet. Looking in your eyes makes me feel captivated. Your lips look so inviting. They're full and lush like sweet ripe fruit. I'd like to kiss them and taste them and learn much more about how you like to kiss and be kissed. I'd like to caress and kiss your shoulders and your chest. Your breasts are so lovely, their shape and the color and the way your nipples stand out so big and proud. Big areoles like yours are so mysterious and promising to me. I want to touch your breasts and taste them and use my mouth and fingers to explore what you like best, a light touch or more intensity, what kind of caress is most exciting for you. And your belly and sex. I want to run my fingers over your belly and cover it with kisses and feel your strength and womanly curves. Your pussy looks so pretty peeking though your bush. The lips are so full and perfect. I want to worship your sex. I want to explore it with my fingers and caress it with my lips and my tongue and when you're ready I want to make love to you with my cock feeling your silkiness and learning how you like me to move and how to satisfy your wants and needs. I'll be the most attentive and complaint lover you've ever had. As beautiful as you are, that would be easy." He looked carefully at her body as he spoke. It was very easy for him to tell her how appealing she was, because it was true. She was really pretty and really sexy. It made him erect just looking at her and talking about what he wanted to do. It was apparent that he really was aroused and being admired so enthusiastically was pretty sexy for her too, especially by someone who was securely restrained under her control. "Mmmm, very nice," she purred, enjoying the rising sexual temperature. She had accomplished just what she wanted. He was about to be whipped by a naked woman who he had just tried his best to seduce. They both knew he wasn't pretending. Not only would this make the experience much more sexual for him, but it also could lead to some very effective, and entertaining, humiliation. She stepped out of her shoes and put a foot on the bed near his face. Beau of Les Belles Pt. 02 "You stopped just below the waist. Tell me how you feel about my leg." "Okay. You have incredible legs. They're so, what's the word? Shapely. The curve of your calf is incredibly sexy. What if I made a trail of little kisses up the inside of your thigh until I get to your pussy and I'll kiss and suck and lick as much as you want. You can show me what you like best. It wouldn't just be sexy for you. I want to taste your wetness between your legs." "That does sound like fun. But I'd rather you start with my feet. It's so hot when a guy kisses my feet." "Okay. If it's what you want, I'll kiss your feet. You have really pretty feet actually." He was looking at the foot beside his face. "Do I detect a note of reluctance? Kissing someone's feet can feel kind of submissive or even degrading." "No! I'm not reluctant!" He was almost free he felt. Yes, kissing her feet would be humiliating, but he wasn't going risk putting her off over that. If she liked having guys kiss her feet, he really was willing to do it and to pretend like he liked it too. "I think kissing your feet would be very sexy. I really do." "Are you just saying that? Or do you mean it? Luckily, this is something you can demonstrate while you're still restrained." She moved her foot next to his mouth. It was pretty repulsive. Her foot smelled from the sneakers she had worn earlier. He willed himself not to show disgust as he kissed the side of her foot. She pressed her toes against his lips. Fighting back his revulsion, he parted his lips and took a toe into his mouth. He sucked it and caressed it with his tongue. "Mmmm," she purred again. He tongued and sucked on each toe in turn, trying to show he how intent he was on pleasing her. Then he moved to her instep and kissed her there. She let him kiss the top of her foot trying his best to seem enthusiastic about it, then took her foot off the bed. "Do you really like kissing a girl's feet, or does this only show how desperate you are to get out of your whipping?" "Not any girl's feet. Your feet." "You're such a liar. When that first toe went in, you should have seen yourself grimace. You'd have held your nose, I'm sure, if your hands weren't secured. Beware, John. Do you think you can just say whatever you think I want to hear, and I'll believe you? I'm the one in control here. You aren't going to lie your way out of anything. You can't manipulate the situation. It's you who's going to be molded by me." His crestfallen look was just delicioius, she thought. "I'm not lying. I'm not! You really are sexy. I want to do everything I said. It's all true." "Just like you want to kiss my feet." "I do. I don't know what you saw. I didn't grimace." "What if I told you what I like even more than a guy kissing my feet is a guy kissing my ass. And I don't mean just on the cheek, either." "I won't kiss your ass. Kissing someone's ass isn't sexy. It's disgusting." "Is it? Well, you'll kiss my ass if I decide that's what I want. The mere threat of me whipping you was enough to make you kiss my feet and tell me you liked it. And you've never actually been whipped. That's plain as the nose on your face. You're already desperate and believe me, your whipping's going to be worse than you think. Much worse. Once you've experienced a real whipping, you'll do whatever I tell you to. Count on it." "But making love would be much more fun than a whipping. I promise. Why not give it a chance?" "More fun for you. And yes, it might even be a little bit of fun for me too, at least if you're serious about going down on me as the main feature. But, it's even more fun for me if I whip you first. Besides, it's not an either - or. Once you've had a proper whipping you'll do your very best to pleasure me anyway. You'll be on your very best behavior. So there's really no reason for me to give up the fun of whipping you, except that you don't want to be whipped, and that just makes it all the more fun if you ask me." "That's crazy. It's just wrong." "Stay in this position," she instructed. "You might be tempted to roll over but if you do, you'll regret it. I'll just whip you until you get back in position, and then we'll continue with your whipping from that point, with additional whipping for disobedience. Hmmm. Sounds like an awful lot of whipping, doesn't it? Yes. Lots and lots and lots. Better get started or we'll be at it all night!" She raised the crop and hit him again, very hard. "Stop it! No more, damn it!" She stepped back and swung again, putting her weight behind the stroke. It caught the tops of both thighs, just below the curve of his bottom. "Ow! Oh god!" he wailed, twisting his backside away from her. The front of his thigh was turned toward her. She slashed twice. The strokes were quick and severe. "Get back in position!" Her voice was brittle. The crop bit his thigh a third time. "Right now. Also, watch what you say. As I told you before, it's oh, goddess." Three red welts appeared on his thigh where she had hit him. They stung very badly. She couldn't do this to him! But, she did it, and he couldn't do anything to stop her. "Okay!" he exclaimed, turning so his backside was again upward. Refusing to obey her was obviously only going to make this worse. Maybe much worse. "Look, Math, there isn't any need for this. Really, there isn't. It's not necessary. I don't know why you're doing this to me. I'll do what you want. Really. There's no reason for all this whipping" "When I want your advice, I'll ask for it." Two quick hard strokes across his rump emphasized her point. "Ow! That hurts alot, damn it. Okay, you want to whip me. But not so hard, please?" he whined. "Push your bottom up in the air and press your chest to the bed. Higher!" She put the crop under her arm and used her hands to lift his hips. "Get your knees underneath you." She stepped back. "That's correct. Like that. Now, I'm going to give you a dozen strokes fairly quickly. They're going to hurt very badly, but you're going to take it and hold still. I insist. It's going to be hard for you to hold your position, but if you don't I'll just start over. So, you really do need to stay in position, no matter how badly you want to get away. Also, please put a stop to your useless blathering about how this is wrong and I should let you go. It's not going to happen. Listening to you is getting annoying. Are you trying to annoy me? Not a very good strategy unless you're totally a hard-core masochist." His rear end high in the air, his position felt very humiliating and very, very vulnerable. It was like he had stepped into some SM fantasy, but it was much too real. The crop whirred ominously as she slashed it through the air a couple of times. It whirred again and buried itself in his rump with a sickening thunk. It burned! Five more hard stokes left him groaning and on the verge of tears. But he was afraid to say anything to her. What he had said so far had just seemed to encourage her to be more cruel. "You're slumping. Get that bottom up in the air and keep it there. You've earned one additional stroke and if you do it again your penalty will double every time." He pushed his backside up as best he could. It was like he was inviting her to whip him. She obliged. The crop cut him again and again, raising welts that kept burning even as new welts were made. She was strong and skillful. By the last stroke of the crop he was feeling very injured and groaning softly. "No more complaining? I'm sure that hurts lots. Don't you want to tell me what a cruel bitch I am or some other choice words? Or snivel some more about how I've chosen the wrong person to play with?" "No. I just want you to leave me alone," he replied sounding very sorry for himself. "Poor you. I'm just getting started. Let's do say, seven more. And let's make a little game of it. Really simple rules so even someone new to all this like you can follow them easily. You count the strokes out loud, so I can hear. That should be easy enough. If you don't count a stroke before you get another, or you aren't loud enough when you count, then we'll start over and do all the strokes again. Do you understand?" "Yes, I understand. I have to count each stroke before the next one. I have to count out loud." "Correct." She hit him three times very quickly with short, wristy swings, snapping the tip of the crop into his flesh. It stung badly. "Ow," he shouted. "One, two, three!" "Too late for one and two. Penalty! Two more strokes for getting out of order, and we start over." She hit him again, hard. "Four!" "No, dummy. That was one. When you get out of order, the previous ones don't count. Penalty, one stroke for calling the wrong number. If you really aren't a masochist, I have to say, you aren't doing a very good job of convincing me of this. The rules aren't that hard to follow. Yet, even though this started with you getting seven more strokes of the crop, and you've already taken five, you're doing such a bad job that you've earned yourself another ten strokes. Ouch." Her arm rose and fell. The crop slashed across his buttocks again. "One!" he shouted. Four more strokes in rapid succession. He shouted the numbers as the whipping went on. "Very good. Five in a row and no goofs. That's not so hard, is it?" she patronized. "Now let's have you add a little color commentary. After you give the count, tell me something about the stroke. How hard was it? How much did it hurt? Was that a sensitive spot where it landed? Those are just for instances. The play-by-play is your job. Do a good job or there'll be more penalties." She swung the crop again, flicking her wrist as it connected. "Six," he cried. "It burns. I feel like my ass is on fire." "Very subjective. Let's have something more factual about this next." She stepped back to get better arm extension and leaned into the swing. "Seven! That was really hard. Did it break the skin? Oh god, I mean, goddess, ok? It feels like I must be bleeding." She struck three more times, very quickly. "Eight! That spot... Nine! Oh god! Ten!" "You missed calling number nine until after ten. And, not much of a description. Too many errors by far. We'll start over with another five stroke penalty. This puts you up to fifteen more. Hmm. This is such a simple game. I really can't believe you're having so much trouble following a few simple rules. The way you're inviting more and more punishment, do you know what I think? I think it makes you seem pretty darn masochistic. Do you wnat to try some more to disabuse me of my opinion?" "Please, stop this? I don't like it. I really don't. I really am not a masochist. How can I make you understand?" "Then again, there is that famous line about someone doth protest too much. You remember, don't you? It certainly seems to apply to what we're doing here, because if you keep inviting more whipping like you have so far, we'll be at this all night. Yes, you can deny you're inviting this some more, but it's one of those situations where actions do speak much louder than words." She swished the crop through the air a few more times. "I'm putting lots of effort into this. You haven't expressed any appreciation at all. I think I'm very skillful at it, don't you?" "Okay, yes, you're very skillful," he replied quietly, sounding very chastened. "Good. You're starting to appreciate how things are, aren't you. Okay, a thank you would be nice after each stroke. I'll hit harder this set to encourage you." The crop bit his flesh again. "One! Thank you. It was hard. Hit a really sensitive place. It burns." "Not very enthusiastic but good enough. Just barely though. Now I'm going to give you five very quick strokes. You'll have to count fast to keep up. You can save the thank yous and the comments for afterwards." She hit him five times, quickly but very hand. He counted the blows as they fell. Then he groaned pathetically. "Thank you for whipping me. Thank you for making it hurt so much." "Hrmph. Your bottom's turning some interesting colors. I'm sure it does sting quite a bit. So, this is no time for you to start getting sarcastic. Because everytime you get that snarky tone I'm going to start over and whip you again, with additional penalties, until I whip it out of you. Where were we? I think you're up to 20 more strokes. Or was it 30? Probably." She stood back and hit him six more times. It took a few minutes before he realized she had paused. "Please no more!," he wailed. "Oh please. I can't do this. It hurts too much. I can't keep my mind on what you want me to do. Please no more, please." "Oh don't exaggerate. You haven't even gone weepy so you can't stop it yet, much less reached that state where you're really incoherent from the effect of the pain. And please do not try faking this. I've whipped a lot of guys and believe me, I can tell a real reaction from a faked one. You're a bit of a wimp, John, so of course you think this is more than you can stand. You just need to try harder, that's all. Or like I said, we might be at this all night." She proceeded to whip him methodically, pausing about 15 or 20 seconds between each stroke. She was quite an athlete and really laid it on hard, over and over. When he had six strokes more he started to crumble. Another three and his thank yous began to quaver. His his description of how her blows felt became more and more pathetic. Fearing what would happen if he provoked her more, he struggled to keep from weeping. Finally, couldn't hold back a sweet little sob. "How very sweet. You're going to cry for me. You're such a pathetic wimp, John. Am I hurting you that badly? Here, try this." She gave him three quick hard cuts with the crop. He howled in anguish. She whipped him ever harder, and faster, aiming for places. like the juncture of his thighs and his bottom, where the stroke would hurt worst. As promised she had excellent endurance. The strokes just seemed to get harder and harder. The crop whistled and bit again and again. He fought to hold back tears, but it was a losing battle. She knew how to make him hurt and how to make it feel more and more painful with no letup. His defenses yielded to her skill. He couldn't stand it any more. But her whipping of him went on and on. Well before she stopped he was sobbing uncontrollably, and he kept on sobbing for several more minutes after she finished. There was a sheen of perspiration on her skin. She felt exhilarated both by the vigorous exercise and her new captive's humiliating homage to her skill with the whip. 4 -- Youthful Follies With Painful Consequences John knelt on the bed, his burning bottom in the air, his hands still fastened to the wall at the head of the bed. He managed to stop sobbing, but was afraid to move without permission, lest his beautiful captor whip him more. "What do we have here? You didn't say you had a visitor. And it's someone new I've never seen before!" A younger woman stepped beside Math and giggled. She was several inches shorter, about five feet eight inches, but her body was a little fuller, especially her breasts. She wore a peasant blouse and a short skirt. "Do I get a turn? Pretty please?" the young woman pled. "Of course you get a turn. In fact, you've arrived at a very opportune moment. I've worked up an appetite, myself. I was just now feeling like fixing myself a snack. I'll take my time. He's yours in the meanwhile. Oh, but a word of caution, John. Don't be fooled by her sweet young thing look. If you thought I was cruel with guys, well, as they say, you ain't seen nothing yet!" Math handed her the crop, put on her clothes and left the room. "Coming from you that's quite a compliment," the young woman said with a little curtsey. "I'll do my very best to deserve it, of course." She cocked her head and scratched her chin. "Stay as you are," she ordered, pointing a finger at him. "Don't move until I say. Or else." She tapped his bottom a few times lightly with the crop. He got the point. "This bottom's been pretty thoroughly worked over," she mused. "Might be time for something a little different. Such as.... hmm... yes, perfect, just the thing." She stepped to the wall and pressed a switch. The chain holding his hands slackened. "You! Crawl backward to the end of the bed," she continued. "Do it right now, or you'll be very sorry." She spoke softly but in a brittle tone that left no doubt in his mind she meant it. He did as she said. When he got to the end of the bed, he paused. She picked up two pink nylon bands that ended in buckles and affixed them tightly around his ankles. "Get that bottom up higher," she directed in the same menacing tone. "Scoot back a little more. That'll do. Now straighten out your legs so they're off the end of the bed." He followed this direction, taking care so that he did not roll over on his burning rump. When he got his legs extended, it left him with his belly on the bed and his hips just over the edge. She used the switch to shorten the chain holding his hands until his arms were stretched over his head and the chain was taut. Another switch caused chains to extend from the ceiling on either side of the bed. "Cross your legs," the young woman demanded, punctuating her words by tapping his rump again. He winced, and did as he was told. She clipped the chains to the nylon bands. He did not like the direction this seemed to be headed. "This next is going to put you in a different postiion. Try to keep your legs straight for a few seconds, unless you want your bottom to drop on the floor. In your condition you won't like it very much if that happens!" She threw a switch and the chains slowly but steadily retracted. As they shortened his legs were pulled apart and he was flipped onto his back. His bottom started to drop, but by struggling to keep his legs straight as she suggested, he just barely managed to keep it off the floor. The chains pulled up and back until his legs were high in the air and splayed several feet apart. She stood at the foot of the bed. He looked up at a very pretty girl, framed between his legs. She had big brown eyes, high cheeks, a small straight nose and full lips, and wore her hair in straight-across bangs and a ponytail, giving her an innocent, youthful look. He guessed she might be in her early twenties. "Hi there," she said cheerfully. "Mathy didn't say anything about a new friend when she called. So you're a fun surprise!" She used her finger tip to tease his glans. "This hasn't been any fun at all for me," he complained. "I wouldn't call your pal Math a friend of mine. I'm being kept here against my will. Just in case you don't know. But of course you do know." She nodded with a little smirk. The whole situation seemed unreal. His clothes were in tatters, leaving him feeling very exposed in front of this fully clothed woman who looked at least ten years younger than him, and unfortunately, extremely pretty in a girlish kind of way. She had just rendered him even more helpless than her older friend had left him. He was bared from thigh to neck, with his sex on display as if it were her plaything, helpless to cover himself from her gaze or to prevent her from doing whatever she wanted to him. Realizing this made his face warm. "The way you've tied me is both embarrassing and uncomfortable. People don't treat their friends this way," he insisted. His sex was responding to her teasing in a way that sent the wrong message. He willed his cock to remain soft, but her finger was much too clever to be denied. "You just don't know Mathy very well yet," the girl replied. "Based on the condition of your bottom, I think she likes you alot. I'm serious! Don't look so dubious. We females sure can be hard for you males to understand, can't we? Okay, here's what might be confusing for you as a male. The thing is, when Mathy likes someone, if the someone is male, the way she likes you best is nice and weepy and of course ready to do whatever she says. Obviously, she's gone to quite a bit of trouble to get you into that frame of mind. Besides, I I think you're very much attracted to her too, despite what you say. " Beau of Les Belles Pt. 02 "Yes, I was really attracted to her. But that was until she turned out to be a damned sadist." She swatted his bottom with the crop, hard enough to make him yelp. "Careful!," she admonished. "Mathy's one of my very best friends. I won't put up with you calling her nasty names. I am not going to warn you again." "Okay! I get it. I was just trying to say that I liked her a lot until she started being really mean to me. I mean, until she started with all this whipping. I really don't like being whipped. I'm not a masochist, okay? If you're friends with Math, can you please try to get her to understand this?" "Well, have you ever been whipped before tonight?" "No, and the whipping I just got was a really really bad experience. Look, Math's very pretty and so are you. You don't have to whip me to get me to do what you want. I'll do that anyway. I really, really don't like being whipped. I don't like it at all." "Of course you don't! No one actually likes being whipped, at least, not while the whipping's actually being done. Because whippings hurt, of course. It wouldn't be much of a whipping if it didn't hurt! So, of course you don't like it when the one on the receiving end of being whipped is you. At least, not while you're being whipped." She held up the whip and gave him a playful look that from his perspective contained an ugly threat. "No, I don't," exclaimed John. "No more whippings, okay? I didn't like being whipped by Math. I wish you'd put that thing down, okay? Please, no more whippings! Really, I've had enough." "Poor John. You're all bogged down in feeling sad and mad and so very bad about everything, aren't you? But just because you don't like something, that doesn't necessarily mean it's a bad experience. You just can't see the big picture yet. Yes being whipped does cause you pain -- but whipping's good for you, too. It's going to make you a much nicer person. Really! With a few good hard whippings in the background and more whippings hanging over your head, you'll shape up very nicely. For sure, you'll be much more obedient and eager to please. You'll be much more careful about your behavior and sensitive to what's expected of you. Whipping is so very beneficial in these ways. Okay,my guess is, you'll still hate being whipped, but once we've broken you to your new submissive attitude, you will actually start understanding why you deserve your whippings and how whippings improve your behavior and you'll actually come to accept whipping's something you just have to live with from here on." "Whipping is not good for me. It's not good for anyone. It's cruel and it's wrong," insisted the helpless male. "Plus, you''ll come to appreciate how much we Les Belles girls do enjoy whipping you," continued Sy, ignoring his argument. "I don't care how much you like whipping people. You don't have any right to do this. Just let me go. I'm serious." "One more plus, no matter what other feelings you may have, there's a sexy side to whippings that you really can't deny," asserted the young beauty with a suggestive look. "I can deny it and I do. Being whipped is not sexy. It's just not. Not for me, anyway." "You can say you deny it, but no matter because it's there, that's all. The evidence speaks for itself." Her fingertips toyed with his shaft, now fully erect. "That's because of you playing with me, not because of the whip." "Let's see. Your butt's still burning from Mathy's whipping she gave you. You're feeling so, so uncomfortable and embarrassed. That's what you said! Yes, I've tickled your dick a little bit. But I sure haven't made a secret of the fact that, in just a few minutes, I'm going to take up where Math left off. Yet, here you are getting a big stiffy right in the middle of your whipping. You can be coy about this, but I'm still getting your message, John. Because if whipping actually didn't turn you on, surely you'd be able to show a little self-control here. But you can't. You're like a jack in the box that's been wound up oh so tight by your session with Mathie. I merely gave the crank a couple of more turns and sproing! Up he pops!" She gave his member another firm squeeze. "It's not because of whipping. It's because you're so damned pretty. Or something. I don't know." "Yes you do. It's being tied up and whipped by a girl. Okay, you find me attractive too. That probably helps. Also the idea I'm going to resume your whipping very soon, and I'm not going to be the least bit nice about it at all. Sexier and sexier! Truth is, you're just too embarrassed to admit your true feelings. The male ego! It's such a wonderful thing. It makes you males into such humbugs sometimes! You'd be much better off if you'd just admit there's something very sexy about this whole business of girls whipping guys. Look, John, here's the way it is: we're going to keep on whipping you as long as we want, meaning, you're going to get lots of whippings. You don't have any say in this. This is going to have a big effect on you, too. We're going to keep it up until you yield to our control and make you start feeling really docile and submissive. And then we'll keep on whipping you just because. Shh. Let me finish. You're just going to say we can't do this to you or something equally stupid. Of course we can do it. And, I don't mean just making you obey by fear. I mean, breaking you down and making you submit on a really deep level. We're going to get really, really deep inside there." She tapped the side of his head with the tip of the crop. "And, big surprise! Suddenly, you'll feel very much like you've fallen in love. Really! You say you don't like Math very much, but you'll see! It won't be long at all before you'll think of little else besides pleasing her. Well, also pleasing me and some other girls." "Are you crazy? I don't like being whipped and I'm not going to start liking it just because you tell me to. I don't feel like giving Math pleasure. I never want to see her again. Don't tell me how I feel. You know nothing about me. I've never seen you before." "Oh! I didn't introduce myself did I? My name's Psyche. My friends call me Sy. Would you like to call me Sy too?" "Okay, look, Sy, this whole business of tying me up and whipping me is all a big mistake. Okay? It's a mistake, I tell you. I'm not one of these guys you're talking about who are into SM, in a masochistic way. You and Math have made a big mistake. But it's ok. Really. I won't hold it against you. What we all need to do is forget about any more of this whipping stuff. Okay, you seem to have found some other guys who are masochists or something. But I'm not one of them. I'm not the right guy for you. So, if you would just let me go, I'd forget about this whole thing. I'd forget about being tied up and held here against my will. You're not allowed to make someone a captive against his will. It's just not permitted to go around whipping people, at least not if it's not some kind of game or the person being whipped isn't into SM. You have to be aware of this. Why not find some guy who's into these things? I'm sure there are guys who might see things the way you're describing them, but really, I'm just not one of them. Just let me go and we can all part ways on friendly terms, and you and Math can find someone else who shares your interests. No hard feelings, okay?" "A word to the wise. Yes, I'm several years younger than you, as you've probably guessed, but that doesn't mean you get to lecture me. It's insulting. You really don't know what you're talking about. Remember, you're the one who's never done anything like this before, and I'm the one who has plenty of experience. You're the greenie. I'm the expert. Keep this in mind. Also, do keep in mind which one of us here is bound and helpless, and which one has the riding crop. If you keep lecturing me in that annoying way about what I should or should not be doing, I'm going to use this to set you straight." She raised her arm and gave him a threatening look. "I understand. Alright, I won't try to tell you what to do." "Correct response. Okay, has Math told you what Les Belles house is all about?" "Not really." "Let me give it a try. Here at Les Belles house, we think males should be under female domination and that you should compliant, deferential, even worshipful, eager to please, and most of all, subservient. It's merely the natural order of things. Converting males to our way of thinking has proved much easier than you might suppose. Males are much more susceptible to training than you admit and once we got serious about developing techniques for breaking and training males it was so ridiculously easy and effective that it confirmed our whole philosophy. So now the word is spreading pretty rapidly. The Les Belles society is just five years old and we already have six hundred very dedicated members so far, that's worldwide, but we're growing every day. We have all sorts of very talented women from fields like computers, banking, law enforcement, medicine, accounting, sports and fitness, modeling, acting -- well you get the picture. This house was our second dedicated location and we're up to six at this point. One of our goals is of course to convert more males to the cause as well, and we're getting better at this all the time. You'll be number five hundred and something, once you come around." "I won't come around to anything. You can't do this to me." The male twisted his hands trying to free them from the cuffs. This whole situation was getting scarier by the minute. "Trust me. We do know what we're doing. You'll end up utterly devoted to us and oh so grateful to Math for her bringing you here to Les Belles and for changing your life in this way." "My life's not going to change. You just wait. Once I get out of this, I'll find out if what you've told me about this Les Belles group is true. If it is, there's going to be some big trouble, I guarantee it. You can't just kidnap men into some kind of SM fantasy with you as the mistress of the thing." "Hush," she said, wagging a finger at him. "Enough discussion. You have plenty to think about. You'll be better off if you take a little time and think it over carefully." "You arrogant snot!" he exclaimed. "Who do you think you are? Don't tell me what's best for me to do. It's none of your business." "Aren't you so very huffy for someone who just let his new girlfriend turn him into a wimpering wuss. 'Please no more,'" she mocked. "'Oh please. It hurts so much. I can't bear it. You're hurting me. Ow, ow ow.' It's impossible not to feel arrogant around someone as wimpish as you." "You are a nasty little snot. Try having someone whip you like that and see how you react." "How typically male of you! You're not even half way through your first whipping and you already think you know all about the subject and no one else has any idea. You're not the only one who's ever been whipped, Mr. Know It All. For your information, it's part of the initiation of every Les Belles member to get her own whipping. Our feeling is, nothing like going through your own whipping, if you really want to understand how someone else feels when you're whipping him. It's a point of pride with us that our own instructional whippings must be of the most severe kind, and that we, well, take it like a man, as they say. For your information, It took 42 really hard strokes before I even made an audible wimper, and it was 77 before I shed my first tear. I never groveled or pleaded for the entire 100 strokes, quite of few being extra-hard ones too. So, yes, I've tried having someone whip me and yes, I can take it, without snivelling the way you were a few minutes ago. Let me assure you, if manly means keeping your chin up and taking your punishment without whining or wimping out, it's no contest who's the manlier between the me and you. Then again, manly is not a word most people would use to describe me! Here, see for yourself." It only took a moment for Sy to remove her blouse and bra. "Very feminine on top," she declared, stepping out of her skirt and panties. She pirouetted, putting her entire body on display. "Female tip to toe, that's me," she continued striking a pose with one hand on a hip and the other behind her head. "So, you being less manly than me does raise certain interesting questions about you, doesn't it? Gee whiz, now I am being a snot, aren't I," she giggled. "But it doesn't mean I'm not still pretty darn hot. A hot snot, that's me! Or how about, a snottie hottie?" She got a jar of cream from a cabinet and started smearing it on his battered backside. "What are you doing," he cried. "Get your hands off me." "This is going to make your bottom feel much better," she explained. "It also prevents any infections." The cream did immediately started to cool and sooth the burning sensations. "I don't care. I don't want you touching me. Just leave me alone." She finished coating his bottom and wiped off her hands. It was very soothing. His bottom immediately started to cool and the stinging wasn't as bad. Sy went back to the foot of the bed. He tried to avoid eye contact but he couldn't keep himself from looking at her. Her breasts were set wide apart, round globes with large pink nipples and areoles that bulged boldly forward from her chest. "I do have very pretty breasts, don't I?" she preened, lifting her chest slightly. "Oh, you don't have to say. Just the way you're looking at me is flattery enough." He turned his head and looked at the wall, fuming. "Your loss," she giggled. She went back to the cabinet and returned with a large pair of scissors. She started with his cuff, parting his pants leg snip by snip. He tried not to look but the feeling of the scissors blade moving up his leg was too disturbing. He could not help watching as she finished the demolition of his clothes, first one pant leg and then the other. "Stop that," he commanded. But he might as well have been in the stands at a race track, commanding the horses not to run. He could do nothing to about it as the scissors inexorably reduced his pants to rags. He couldn't prevent his attention from straying to the way Sy's breasts stood out so perkily as she worked. "When someones stares that way, it makes my nipples tingle," she teased, then gave him a flirty look Then she stepped to his side and went to work on his shirtsleeve nearest her, starting at his shoulder. She stood beside the bed with her legs apart giving him a good look at her vagina, through fine light brown public hair. The outer lips were pink and a little bit puffy. It only took a moment to finish with destroying his sleeve. Next she leaned over him, one arm braced on his wrists. Her weight pressed his arms to the bed. She reached across his body and started snipping away again at his other sleeve. Her breasts loomed above his face, descending gradually as the scissors worked their way up his arm. Her nipples were stiff and there was a pretty flush over the top of the twin globes, making it obvious the young woman was aroused by what she was doing to him. She turned her torso slowly as she made rags of his shirt, so that her breasts not only came nearer and nearer his face, but also were presented at a constantly changing angle. The helpless male was mesmerized by the display. When his shirt was disposed of, she moved onto the bed, positioning herself on all fours with her breasts directly over his face. "I'm not always snotty," Sy declared. "You'll see, as your attitude improves. There's a big upside to being a submissive at Les Belles house. The more submissive you act, the more you'll be rewarded. I can tell you really do like looking at my breasts. Would you like to show me how much you like them?" "Yes. You're really pretty. Of course I'd like to do more than look. If you'd only let me up I'd show you just how much I like your breasts, and the rest of you too. I'd be really nice. I promise. I'd forget about the whipping. I really would. I'll do whatever you want, really. I'll do it if you let me go. I'm not trying to tell you what to do, okay? I'm just saying there's no need to keep me tied up." "Promises, promises! Would you really be nice to me if I let you up? I doubt it. But here, I'll let you try to show me how nice you can be. You don't really deserve this yet, but I want to give you a little sample of what you have to look forward to if you're a good boy that is." She lowered her breast to his mouth and let him nuzzle. "Press with your lips," she directed. "Now slide your tongue over the tip and around the sides. Nice. Mmmm, good. Here, do the other one." She gave him a few more moments of contact with her breast, then pulled back. "Pretty nice," she conceded. "But let me show you what very nice is like." She moved her mouth to his nipple and squeezed tightly between her lips and then used her lips to tweak his little bud into stiffness. Then she sucked it into her mouth, keeping her lips tight. Her tongue pressed the tip, slipping slowly, then gradually speeding up. In a moment he was panting. Suddenly she took his nipple between her teeth and gnawed lightly until he moaned. She ended her demonstration pressing the inside of her lips and tongue over his stiff little bud and massaging for a few more moments. She pulled away, sat back on his belly with his member under her ass crack, and smirked. "Nice, huh? Now, let's do it another way," the pretty girl said. Taking his other nipple between her thumb and forfinger, she pinched hard, holding the pressure for a moment, and then cruelly twisting the sensitive flesh. It hurt but not as much as the whip had. His eyes widened, but e kept silent, intent on proving to her that he wasn't a wimp. She released his nipple and used her fingernail to worry it, mixing light touches that teased and firm ones that stung. She felt him trying to dry hump her bottom. After giving his nipple a few gentle tweaks she withdrew her hand. "That's a sample of what nipple play is supposed to feel like," she said, changing position so she was kneeling at his side. "But a woman's nipples are much more sensitive than yours of course, so no pinching or twisting allowed unless she specifically asks. How about you?. Would you like more?" "Yes please," he replied, much preferring this sexy play to more talk about whipping. "That's really intense. It would be even better if you let me loose and we could do nice things to each other. We could mmmph..." She turned quickly and sat on his face, muffling his words. "Give me a little demonstration of what you know about oral sex while I take care of your undies," she instructed, using the scissors to slice through each side of his shorts. In a moment he was completely nude. She pressed her labia to his mouth. "Get started right now Mister or you'll be sorry." She opened the scissors and got his member between its blades, closing them just enough so he would feel some pressure. "Mmmmph!" came the inarticulate cry from between her thighs. "I said, get going. Kiss me. Do it nicely or else." She tightened the scissors just a tiny bit. He kissed and licked frantically at her vagina. She moved her hips back and forth, enjoying his oral massage of her sex. He certainly wasn't skilled but his desperate energy made it fun, sort of like having soft wet vibrator with lots of interesting shapes on high power. She enjoyed his efforts for a couple of minutes, then got off the bed and stood at one side.. "That was really clumsy," she observed disdainfully. "You're obviously a novice when it comes to oral sex. That, and obviously you don't know much about female anatomy, either. Are you gay or something?" "I'm not gay. When you did that with those scissors, I just couldn't think." "Oh, you mean this?" She closed the blades around his member again, not hard enough to do any real damage, but hard enough for him to feel it. Beau of Les Belles Pt. 03 Disclaimers and copyright: This work is copyright by the author. Commercial use is prohibited without permission. ---------------------------- This story is intended for mature audiences. You must be 18 or older to read this story. This story contains violence and nonconsensual sex. It is purely fictional. No one should really do the things described in this story, which are purely fantasy. If this subject matter offends please DO NOT read. Thank you. ---------------------------- A Tale from the Early Days of Les Belles -- Part 3 Les Belles Dames Sans Mercy Hath thee in a thrall! 5 -- Gay, Straight, Lesbian, Whatever John lay on the bed in the narrow alcove, whimpering, his hands bound over his head and his legs bound high in the air to either wall so they were splayed apart. The insides of his thighs were covered with bruises and welts. Sy, the young woman who had bound and whipped him, stood naked at the foot of the bed, her skin shining from the perspiration caused by her efforts. "What a display," exclaimed Math, who had come back downstairs after finishing her snack. She stood next to the younger woman, put her arm around her waist and drew her close for a long, passionate kiss. "You're so hot when you get that look you get when you've been really cruel to a male and you're enjoying your effect. That little smile and how your nostrils flare, and if your nipples were any harder they might be mistaken for little rhino tusks! Let me watch while you hit him a few more times, please?" The younger woman complied, whipping the crop into her captive's tender flesh. He howled and pled for mercy. Then Math brushed the younger woman's back with her fingernails. Sy turned and they beamed at one another. Another kiss went on and on while John quieted down. Math continued, "You're lucky, John, that Sy was free this weekend. She's not only an artist with the whip but a budding mistress of male psychology. You probably are feeling sorry for yourself because of how much it hurts, but you're training will be over much faster this way and you'll be so much better trained as well." "Do you think there's a chance of finishing his first level this weekend?" Sy asked. "It would be extraordinary if we could accomplish that," exclaimed Math. "But, we do have him for three days. It wouldn't be the first time you rewrote the record book for breaking males to submission." "Well, don't you be so modest either," replied Sy. "I've learned nearly everything I know from you. If we're going to do this it's only because you and me make such a really great team. Oh, Mathy. It's been months since the two of us got to work together this way. I'm so excited. I do think I'm more than a little in love with you too." She kissed the taller woman again then nuzzled her face against her neck. Math let her head go back and parted her legs for the exploring hand. In a moment she was panting her acknowledgment of her friend's erotic skills. The male watched feeling chastened and left out. The two women in each other's arms made a very steamy scene. He yearned to be part of it. If they only weren't so mean to him, he thought ruefully, at least they could make up for the awful whippings by including him in their sexual play. But he was afraid to say anything. Math whispered something in Sy's ear. They both laughed happily. Sy whispered something back and they laughed again. Math's lips went back to Sy's ear, but instead of whispering again, they nibbled at the lobe, while her hand parted Sy's thighs and returned her partner's caress. After a few moments they broke the embrace. Sy turned to John and slathered more of the ointment on the insides of his thighs where he had been whipped. Once again, the cooling and soothing effect was almost immediate. When Sy finished, Math stepped behind Sy and strapped a realistically shaped plastic penis on her hips. But it was bright pink. Math handed her a man's tie, which she tied around her neck and straightened carefully. She put on a sport jacket, buttoning it in front so that her breasts were hidden. A mannish looking fedora was added next. The Math held up a hand mirror while Sy carefully affixed a false moustache. She smoothed it with her fingers several times, then grinned. Math put a pair of stockings and a garter belt, while Sy carefully clasped an elegant string of pearls around her throat. Sy then held the mirror while Math applied dark red glossy lipstick. Sy picked up a shiny dark walking cane in one hand and offered her arm like a gentleman to her companion, who had stepped into a pair of 3 inch heels. "Les Belles Productions proudly presents, the Adventures of Matilda and Simon," the two women announced together. Arm in arm, they made a circuit around the room. They made a bizarre couple, Sy with her hat, the tie draped over her bare chest, the moustache and strap-on obviously playing the male despite her extremely feminine body. In her heels Math was about a half-foot taller than her companion, the pearls, stockings and lipstick assigning her the female role despite her more androgynous athletic physique. "There's something I've been meaning to talk with you about, Simon" said Math, looking concerned. "It's such a lovely evening, baby," replied Sy, doing a burlesque of a male voice by lowering her tone and speaking abruptly. "Why wreck it by talking. You women talk too much! Is what." "But darling, it's important to me." "Yes, yes yes. If it's really important, I'm sure it will keep until next month. I'll have time to talk once the football season's over. Right now, how about a quick roll in the hay?" Sy gave an exaggerated wink. "I do mean quick. I wouldn't want to miss the kickoff!" "You beast. All you're interested in is football and fucking. But, no hay rides for you until we've talked about this!" Exclaimed Math. "What!" cried Sy. "But we haven't fucked since this morning. Oh, how can you so cruelly deprive your sweetheart! I have my needs, too." "I'm getting a headache. It might last hours and hours if I don't get this off my chest." "Hours? A man can't go hours without sex. You win. What was it you wanted to talk about, Matilda dear?" "It's this homosexual philandering of yours, darling Simon. I simply will not put up with it anymore." "Oops. How did you find me out?" "That John fellow you play "poker" with in the basement. He's so absurdly bow legged afterwards. It's from a game of poker, alright, just not that kind of poker!" John didn't like his name being brought into this. He didn't like where this seemed to be headed at all. ."Oh dear. Caught red handed! What shall I do? I know, I'll promise you to put it to an end, I mean, put it into his end... Wait, is that what I mean? How about, I promise to put an end to it. But, Matilda my sweet, we both know what's going to happen the next time I see that cute ass. I am a male, after all. You can't expect me to say no to my penis. I am not superhuman." "Simon! Yes, we both know it, you're just an ass man, is what. I'll bet you didn't even use a condom. The very thought!" "But the way John swings his butt! What's a guy supposed to do?" "He's just a slut. I'd like to get my hands on him right now. I'd make him sorry he has a butt!" John was looking more and more worried. The role they were outlining for him wasn't one he cared to play. But it clearly wasn't going to be his choice. "He's a slut, I'll give you that. Okay, I promise. It'll be hard for me, but I'll do my very darndest to keep my peenie out of his bottom. I'll turn a deaf ear. He won't sweet talk me into his back door this time." "Oh, Simon darling, can I really trust you?" "Oh, darling Matilda, let's curl up by the fire and discuss it over a glass of wine, shall we? You make yourself comfortable while I go down to the cellar and get something nice." Math curled up next to the sofa. Sy mimed walking down steps, then walked toward the alcove, jauntily swinging her cane. She pretended to notice John and stopped. "Egad! What are you doing here man? Matilda is onto us. You can't be sneaking in here like this and spreading your cheeks in that delightful way. Just delightful! Oh, what was I saying? Are you trying to entice me, man? You have quite the irrestistable bottom for fucking, you know." "I'm not trying to entice you. I heard everything. We can't do this anymore. It's over!" "Playing hard to get again, are you? You know what that does to me!" "No! I'm not playing hard to get. You promised Matilda, not five minutes ago, that you'd leave my bottom alone. It just won't work anymore with us. Go back to her. She's much better for you than me." "How noble. On the other hand, what a delicious dish you are, lying here all trussed up like a turkey ready for stuffing. This is why I'll never give you up my dear. But you're right about my promise. Hmmm. If I remember correctly, what I promised was, to keep my penis out of your tempting ass. I don't think I promised anything about this." She straddled his chest and pointed the strap-on at his lips. "I know how much you love giving blowjobs, you incorrigible slut. We don't have long! I have to get back upstairs. You'll have to do that deep-throat thing you're so good at. You know what it does to me!" She pressed the tip to his lips. "But Matilda's right upstairs! But how can we get in the mood with her so nearby? But she said she won't put up with your philandering. But..." "But, but, but. Okay, yes, I promised not to do your butt, and I'm going to keep this promise for an hour or at least a few minutes! So, not more buts from you. Open up." She jammed the artificial cock against his lips. "It's not in character for you to fight this! If you don't get back into character this instant, I'll get off and use the cane. Trust me, I'll make your whipping so far seem like a picnic." He looked at the dildo that was pressing against his lips. He looked up into her eyes. Her expression was determined. His was disconsolate. He was going to have to take the awful thing in his mouth and even down his throat. She left him no way out. "Plea...ngh," he tried to beg but as soon as his lips parted the tool was deep into his mouth. "Uhh. Ahh," he cried as she jammed it deeper. He gagged and groaned as the thing was forced into his throat. She pulled back to give him a moment to recover. "Nnt! Oh!" he grunted, his mouth too full to get the full words out. But she only jammed the fake cock back into his throat. He gagged noisily several times. "What's all this ughing and blugging?" asked Math, standing beside the bed. "You!" she pointed accusingly at John. "How dare you suck my Simon off here of all places, in the basement of my own house. I'll teach you!" She picked up the cane and slashed it across the backs of his thighs. She caned him several times, hard. His legs were on fire. "Agh," he shouted at the first stroke. For the rest, Sy kept the strap-on deep, probing his throat with short, hard thrusts of her hips. He choked and gagged, tears pouring from his eyes both due to the pain and to the intruder. It wasn't long until Sy climaxed, crying out ecstatically and buried the dildo as far down his throat as she could, rhythmically jamming it over and over. "Whore! Jezebel! Slut!" shouted Math, caning hard with each epithet. When Sy sat back John was sobbing both from the physical abuse and from humiliation. "If you get to philander, so do I," asserted Math. "Get off and let me have a ride!" Sy made way and Math knelt over him, facing the foot of the bed. "Lick, you sorry excuse for a man," she commanded. Start below my labia. Down there, at the perineum. Now work your way up and you better concentrate and work hard. Yum! I see what you mean, Simon, about him being an utter slut. He's really enthusiastic about using his mouth between someone's legs. Doesn't seem to care much what sex. Keep licking down there! Don't you slow down even a little." "Since he's now both of ours, Matilda, may I?" Sy stood at the foot of the bed with her strap on pointed at John's bottom hole. "Only if you wear a condom, Simon. I don't want you getting your penis all filthy!" "Of course, sweet Matilda. And see, we can kiss and pet while we're making use of our new toy!" She jammed the dildo into his bottom. He wanted to resist, but there really wasn't any chance. His sphincter was not strong enough to resist Sy's forceful thrust and yielded to the wet, slippery prong. Once it was in him, each thrust lodged it deeper. He squealed at the feeling of being impaled. Math leaned forward, grinding her pussy into John's face and muffling any further cries of protest. Inarticulate muffled cries came from between her legs. The pain of his impalement was so intense that for a minute he forgot to lick. Math's expression turned exasperated and she gave his balls a hard slap. A high-pitched little screech came from under her. "Don't you dare stop. I'm not finished yet. You stupid twit." She seized his balls in her hand. "Now do it right or you'll be sorry." She gave a squeeze. He licked and sucked desperately at her sex. It was inept but still exciting. Sy reached for Math's smallish breasts, cupping them and using her thumbs to lightly tweak the nipples. The two women kissed passionately. Math broke away to demand, "Lick my clit. Quick little movements. Don't stop even for a second." Her mouth went to Sy's chest, lightly kissing her way over the tops and then covering a nipple. She licked gently until Sy sighed with pleasure. Sy began rotating her hips using very small movements, which caused the dildo to grind around in John's guts, stretching his sphincter this way and that. Both women thrilled at the cries coming from under Math's thighs. Sys moved faster, rubbing the back of the dildo against her clit. In a moment she climaxed again and then Math came too, clamping her legs around John's head and rocking back and forth hard on his face. The two women luxuriated a moment in the afterglow of orgasm, and then Sy pulled out and Math got off the bed. "Oh god, I'm ruined," wailed John. "I can't control my sphincter. You must have torn it. It just doesn't work anymore." "Don't be silly. It's just a little stretched out. People get butt-fucked everyday. Do you have to be such a wuss about everything?" Sneered Sy. "Yes, your bottom hole is going to get a little looser as it adjusts to being regularly fucked, but look at the bright side. It won't hurt anywhere near as much. In time it will even be pleasurable for you," added Math. "What do you mean, regularly fucked? There's nothing regular about Sy fucking my ass with a dildo!" "There's one thing we agree about. Being fucked by Sy is really an extraordinary experience. But that's not what I meant, silly. I meant, fucked on a regular basis. You know, like every few hours on the weekend." "This is insane. I don't let people fuck me in the ass. You can't do this to me." "Sy, may I?" She unstrapped the dildo. It indeed did have a condom stretched over it. Math went to the wet bar and used a little hook to peel it off the dildo and drop it in the trash without touching it. Then she strapped it around her own waist. She picked up a packet containing a lubricated condom, showed it to John, tore it open, and put it on the prong. "No!" he shouted, realizing what was about to happen. "Not again. I can't stand it. Please don't. You can't do this to me. You just can't." "Wrong. I can and I will. It doesn't matter anymore what you want John. The sooner you understand and accept this, the easier this is going to be for you." "Shall we gag him?" Sy asked. "Not this time," replied Math. "Let's hear him. In fact, let's record it. "Oh yes, let's!" exclaimed the younger woman. "He's in the perfect position for filming, isn't he? I'll set up the cameras. I'm thinking, three: a wide angle view from the side so you can see pretty much all of him and it will show the prong going in and out of his bottom, a close up on his face, and one from high up shooting down at his weenie that will show the prong from above." There were concealed cameras on either side of the alcove. She busied herself at a console, aiming them and using the zoom to frame the shot she wanted. "Sy's a real wizard with videos," explained Mat. "She has a wonderful sense of cinematography, but even more amazing is her talent at editing. Give her some material to work with and she'll turn it into a real show. All you need to do is show some emotion, John. Express your feelings for the camera. Give Sy something to work with. You can moan and groan. You can argue and threaten and plead and beg. You can protest. You can ooh and aah and purr with satisfaction when you start liking it. But first, you're going to shriek and yell and cry and sob -- I'll see to that!" Sy turned several additional lights on, brightening the alcove. "This new video system is really tops," she exclaimed. With these lenses and the additional lighting, you can get such a remarkably clear picture!" "Don't do this, please. If you're going to fuck me, there's nothing I can do about it. But don't record it. Really, please. What if the tape gets out? I'll really be ruined. You don't have any need to do that to me." "We don't have any reason to show the tape to anyone other than members of Les Belles for our private enjoyment, do we? At least, I don't know of any reason. Yet. For example, you haven't threatened to make trouble for the Les Belles society unlike some of the guys who come to the house for a visit." "You've planned this from when we met, haven't you? The whipping and the violation and the blackmail." "Blackmail's such a loaded term. But, basically, yes." "You'll have pictures. You won't release them unless I try to run away or turn you in." "Probably not," said Sy. "We certainly will if you make it necessary. But we don't expect you will." "Alright. I get the idea. Let's get it over with." The fight seemed to have gone out of him. "That's not the attitude, John. You can be much more entertaining than that. Hey, maybe this will perk you up a little..." Math took off the strap-on and exchanged it for a different one. The replacement dildo was much larger. She held up a condom in its wrapper. "Extra large" was written in big letters across the side. Math grinned as she opened the packet and slipped the obviously lubricated condom over the dildo. "Oh, no. You can't use that. It's way too big. It's going to do permanent damage. Don't! I beg you, please, use the other one." Sy gave the high sign. Obviously, the cameras were rolling. "Oh, it's not all that big. You're such a coward, John!" "I can't take that thing inside me. I'll tear. I'll be ruined. You have to listen to me. Don't, please. Oh, please, no." Ignoring his protests, she positioned the dildo at his bottom hole and pushed. He clenched as hard as he could. He'd gotten a little bit of control back over his muscles, but far too little for him to mount any meaningful resistance against her assault. Anyway, he realized, tied this way he wasn't going to prevent anything she wanted to do to him. She took her time, gradually pushing the rounded head of the shaft harder and harder against him. His shriek acknowledged when the intruder popped past his sphincter and inside. It hurt, much worse than the one that Sy had used. As his bottom stretched to accommodate the thing, he gasped and groaned. Math started slowly but then suddenly thrust her hips forward, hard. He shrieked again and began to cry. It went on a long time. As Math had predicted, he begged, threatened, protested, pled and argued. She ignored him and continued thoroughly fucking his ass. Eventually he was reduced to incoherent cries and groans. "Do you want me to stop now," asked Math. Beau of Les Belles Pt. 03 His bottom had been thoroughly reamed. It didn't matter anymore, he realized. He did not want to fight. The battleground was his will and fighting only meant more defeats. "I don't know what I want," he whimpered. "Whatever suits you, okay? It's not up to me." 6 --- A Treat for the Tricked "Oh dear," sighed Math. "We've been so hard on the boy that he's pretending to give up." She pulled out of his bottom and took off the strap-on. Once again the condom was peeled from the plastic cock and deposited in the trash. "Poor John," mocked Sy. "We've been getting all the satisfaction all you get is frustration and pain. No wonder you're so blue. Yet still this has somehow stayed erect." She grasped his shaft. "For someone who keeps insisting he doesn't have a masochistic bone in his body this is nothing short of miraculous." Her fingers played up and down his erection, teasing him to greater arousal. "Time for you to have a little treat," continued Math. "But, it's going to cost you. You're going to pay, well, let's say a pretty stiff price," she giggled. "Have you ever seen one of these before?" Math held up a curved tube attached to some metal loops. It was a chastity device. He'd never seen a real one but recognized it from descriptions he had read. "No!" he cried. "I haven't." "Do you know what it is? It sounds like you do." "Yes I can see what it is." "It's a very sophisticated device, actually. It has lots of very useful features, which you'll be finding out about as we go along. To start there's the locking system. It's very sophisticated. The kind where you can't just go to a locksmith and get a key. And if you try to get it off without the key, well, please demonstrate, mademoiselle," Math said, gesturing to her young friend, who was holding up something that looked like a pale yellow translucent flaccid penis. "Let's have the gummy penis demo. Have you ever seen a gummy penis, John? It's a favorite snack for us man-eaters. We keep a good supply here at Les Belles at all times." Taking a gummy penis for herself, Match nibbled on it happily. Sy held up another of the penis-shaped candies in one hand and the chastity device in her other. "Just the size and shape of a typical penis, a nice limp one of course, the way we like to keep penises most of the time. Gummy penis has a much better flavor though, a delightful lemon as you might guess from the color. Notice how Mr. Gummy's nice and transparent. That's lucky because you can see up inside your tube while we demonstrate what happens to penises inside these contraptions. Clever, huh? I insert Mr. gummy penis inside like so. Now, here's what happens if I try pulling the penis back out. Hmm, seems stuck. See how our penis stretches when I pull? Now, let's look inside. Look for little bumps. Those are actually some tiny little barbs that are pointing at an angle toward the penis tip." Holding the tube up Sy aimed a penlight inside up the shaft. "See those little shadows in there? As long as you leave Mr. Penis alone if he's inside, they just feel like little bumps, but if you try pulling out -- well, let's just I'll go ahead and pull Mr. Gummy out, and so we can see exactly what does happen." The gummy penis stretched then slid out of the tube. There were several grooves cut into the shaft. Using her thumbs Sy pried one groove apart -- it was perhaps a quarter centimeter deep. "It's much messier if you try this with your real penis," she continued. "Because real skin doesn't tear this smoothly and of course when skin does tear there's all that blood. But once a guy's seen this demo, we don't really need worry about him pulling out, do we? Nope! But wait, there's more." Sy started to reinsert the gummy penis into the tube, but thought the better of it. "This one's pretty much wrecked by the scratches. I think we'll use another gummy for this next part of our demo. But I always say, waste not, want not." She lifted the gummy penis to her mouth and took a small bite out of its tip. "Yum. Here, you try some." She held the tip to his mouth. "It's very tasty. I do insist!" When he didn't open up immediately, her hand gave a quick squeeze to his balls. "Now take it in your mouth and bite off the glans. Not just a little nibble. All." He bit the tip off of the gummy penis, leaving the rest of the shaft in her hand. "It's really yummy. Keep it in your mouth until I say you can swallow. You can chew your treat into little bitty pieces if you want." Continuing her demonstration, she inserted another gummy penis in the tube, then she picked up a piece of bent wire and inserted it into the lock. "This is to demonstrate what happens if you try to pick the lock or cut your tube off or something." There was a click. She held up the tube and shined light inside. The gummy material was transparent enough to see a dark ring inside of the shaft about a centimeter smaller in diameter. "It's actually survivable if you take the tube off very carefully but on a real penis as you can imagine it would make quite a scar. But for purposes of demonstration let me show you what could happen to a lock-picker if he were not very careful." Sy tugged on the gummy and the shaft came out with grooves like the last time. But the tip wasn't there. It was still sticking out of the end of the tube. Sy held the tube up and put the tip in her mouth sealing her lips around the outside. She sucked and there was a little pop as the tip went into her mouth. She stuck out her tongue with the gummy penis tip on it to complete the demonstration. Then she took it back into her mouth and made a little show of chewing it up and swallowing it. "Okay, you can swallow too," she continued. "Getting back to the subject at hand, we don't need worry about you trying any amateur lock picking, do we? Or some clumsy locksmith experimenting with this? The mechanism is pretty sensitive. You won't want to try a lock pick or putting wax in there for an impression or anything like that! There are some other similar types of things that will happen if you try to cut the thing off. But I think you get the picture." "You can't put that thing on me. It's inhuman. What if something goes wrong and the mechanism releases by accident? You really can't do that to me. Really." "You're right we can't, at least, not while you have this rather large erection. No way you're going to fit into the tube in that state!" said Math. "This is where your treat I mentioned earlier comes in." "That's not a treat. That's torture." "I don't mean being tubed, silly. Being tubed isn't going to be any treat for you. But as they say, getting there is half the fun. Sometimes, all the fun. Your treat is, Sy and I are going to gave you just the nicest hand-job you've ever had. I'm not being immodest when I say this. We're really, really good at hand jobs. We're going to tease you a little, and squeeze you a little, then we'll please you a little and then we're going to take you over the edge and give you a really intense orgasm. The kind of orgasm that really takes the starch out of a guy, as it were. Afterwards, once you've gone nice and limp, getting you in the tube won't be any problem at all. Then again, even though we're really good at making a guy lose control, ultimately it's up to you. If you really truly don't want to let us put you in the tube, all you have to do is hold back from ejaculating until we get tired of trying to make you do it. It would frustrate the whole plan, wouldn't it? We'd be frustrated because we couldn't get you in the tube, and you'd be frustrated because the whole thing would turn into a big tease with you on the edge but just not getting all the way there. If I were a guy, on balance I'd prefer quite a bit of teasing to having my penis locked up in a chastity tube for who knows how long. But, I'm not so sure about you. The idea of being in the tube is pretty scary, I'm sure, but didn't you say before that scared and sexy weren't mutually exclusive emotions in your case? So I wonder, how you really feel about your sexuality being so firmly under our control. So you can't even have an erection unless we let you. Think about it. You won't get as many orgasms, but the ones you get are going to be so intense. Here, let me demonstrate..." "I don't want a hand job. I'm not going to cum from you rubbing my cock. I'm not interested." "Okay. Don't let us strong-arm you. Even if it's a gentle, titillating sort of strong arming." Math went to work on John's cock. She rubbed it lightly just under the glans while she cradled his balls with her other hand. Meanwhile Sy toyed with his nipples, using her nail to tease one while tweaking the other between her fingers. "Stop that," demanded John. "I don't want you to do this to me. Touching me like this without my permission is wrong, and you know it." "Help!" mocked Sy. "These mean girls are doing nasty sex things to me. They're making me feel all excited and everything." "Fuck you," yelled John. "Just fummph..." Sy had reached behind his head, seized a handful of his hair and used it to pull his head back. Her mouth covered his, muffling his words. She sucked his lower lip into her mouth and nibbled on it, using her tongue to make little teasing curlicues. Meanwhile Math grasped his shaft and pumped vigorously. After a few moments Sy broke the kiss. Her mouth went to his nipple. She seized it between her teeth and teased it with the tip of her tongue. The sensations caused by Mat's fondling of his cock and Sys attentions to his nipples soon made him sigh. It was not long before he was panting and moaning softly. "I'm not going to cum. You can't make me cum," John intoned, but he knew it was a losing battle. "Stop that. Just stop it right now." He interrupted himself with a big sigh. But of course they didn't stop. When he sighed again, Math reduced the intensity of her stroking for a few minutes. "Fair is fair," she explained. "You don't seem to have mustered much resistance yet, have you? I don't think you're going to last more than another minute or two if we keep this up. Must be mean girls like us really turn you on, or maybe the idea of your cock in that tube?" Sy had moved behind Math and reached around to play with the older woman's nipples. "Sooner he cums, sooner we can attend to more important things." Her hand strayed between Math's thighs. "Enough toying around with him," continued the young beauty, reaching to seize John's cock and pulling Math's hand away. "Here we go, Johnny boy." Using both hands Sy ran her fingernails up the sides of his shaft. Then she circled his cock near the tip with the thumb and forefinger of one hand and massaged gently. Math's fingertips went to his nipples and pinched firmly, twisting the little buds this way and that. When he was panting again, Math positioned a small vial near the tip of his cock. He fought for self-control but there was too much stimulation coming from too many places. Groaning loudly he couldn't hold back. His cock spasmed again and again. When it was over Sy carefully squeezed the last few drops of semen from his penis. "It's the best part of a hand job. I love watching a guy's cock after he's spurted," Math purred. "Especially when it stays big and stiff for a minute or two, and then it just kind of wilts and goes all soft and tiny. The vanquished little soldier bows down before his conqueror." She attached a rubber stopper to seal the vial and used a little pump to remove the air. "Nice healthy sample. I'm sure we can find some interesting uses for it." Then she went across the room and placed the vial in what appeared to be a small freezer. When she returned he was starting to become flaccid. "There she goes!" exclaimed Sy happily, bending his shaft back and forth to demonstrate the softness. "Conveniently limp. In you go to your snug new home, you cute soft squishable little penis!" John felt little bumps inside it pressing against the tender skin. Bumps as his cock went in -- barbs if he tired to pull out. The grooves cut in the gummy cock when Sy demonstrated made the point inescapable. There wasn't going to be any pulling out for him. His tube was secured to a belt that went around his waist and a ring that locked around his shaft behind his balls. A thick band passed between his balls, linking the tube and the penis ring. The belt had several boxes attached to it. Next metal bands were attached snuggly around his wrists, ankles and the top of each thigh. Each band had a little box on it, as well as several smaller dangling loops on it at various places around its circumference. Finally, a metal collar was locked around his neck. 7 -- No Rest for the Victim, but the Wicked Have a Very Lovely Time Indeed "We're going to let you up now," Math explained. "You'll be tempted to do several things, such as attack us or make a run for it or try to get out of your tube or your collar. A bit of advice, be cautious. Your tube and wristbands and collar have some fairly sophisticated electronics built in. Sy and I also have controls connected to the same system." The two women each had devices that looked like big watches that they strapped on their wrists. "This gives us a very high level of control over you without needing to keep you physically bound. Well, let's you see for yourself." Sy undid the cuffs that had bound him to the bed, while Math released his feet and then undid the strap around his middle. He was no longer restrained. He stood up and looked at the two women then at the chastity device locked onto his cock. "Where's the key?" he demanded. "We're looking for something more like, thank you for letting me up and how can I please you, Mistress?" recommended Math. "Just tell me where the key is. If you won't tell me, I'll go to the police," threatened the male. "May I offer a suggestion?" asked Sy. "Since you're going to be on your knees in a moment, maybe you should consider asking politely if you can kiss our feet." "You little bitch," he growled, stepping toward her. His balls seemed to explode with pain and then everything was spinning. When he regained his senses, he was lying on the floor, curled in a fetal position. "Remember the electronics I mentioned that can be controlled from our controllers? Well, that's a low setting. One more time, kiss Sy's feet. Worship them. Show some passion. Do it now, or..." Math's finger hovered near her wrist. His knelt at Sy's feet and bent to kiss them. She gave him a sharp little kick in the teeth. "Damn it, what was that for? I was going to do what you said," complained the male, rubbing his mouth. "Didn't I mention you asking politely?" "But Math told me to do it," he argued. The argument was cut short by another jolt to his balls. It was a few seconds before he could talk. "Please, may I please kiss your feet?" he asked, sounding chastened. "Please Mistress. I think it's time you started using a more proper form of address." "Okay. Please mistress," he replied quickly, not wanting another shock. "One more time without the snarky tone, John. Make an effort to sound sincere, okay?" Sy urged. She punctuated it with another punishment pulse. The pain left him curled up on the floor again. When he tried again it was with a fearful expression that demonstrated he was starting to appreciate his plight. "Please, mistress," he began carefully. "May I please kiss your feet?" "Is that the best you can do?" Prompted Sy. "Oh please, mistress, let me kiss your feet. Let me try to please you mistress," the male sniveled, desperate to avoid another shock to his balls. "Not exactly compelling, but oh, alright. You're going to need to work on your tone. I won't be this easy on you next time." "Yes mistress," he replied. "I'll..." "Shut up and get to work," she interrupted. "Use your tongue. Take each toe into your mouth and suck and caress it. Show some imagination," ordered Math. He followed the instructions, licking her soles and sucking on her toes. It was disgusting and degrading. You could hurt someone's feet by twisting the ankle too far or bending toes the wrong way. He would have given anything to hurt her, but he couldn't take that risk. He tried his best to use his mouth to pleasure her, using his mouth to lave and his fingers to caress her feet. Math let him keep it up for several minutes. "Enough." He looked up at the two women. They looked at him expectantly. What did they expect? If he didn't figure it out very quickly, he had no doubt something was going to happen he wouldn't like. But what? Begging them not to hurt him was obviously not going to accomplish anything. That had been demonstrated clearly. He hadn't been asked for anything. What could he volunteer that would actually please them? Then it came to him. It was obvious. He knew it was right. He just had to do it well. "Thank you for letting me kiss your feet, Mistress Sy," he offered. Their expressions softened just a little. He was right! "Thank you, both of you, Math and Sy, for letting me try to please you, and for punishing me when I didn't please you. I'll try to learn, okay? I'm just new to this. I'll try to please you. I really will." "You're groveling, John. It's sweet but we know you really don't mean it -- at least not yet. But, it's a start," said Math, her arm around her younger companion. "Actually, a pretty good start, considering we've only been at this for barely two hours! And as they say, tomorrow's another day. Just imagine, with a whole day to work on your attitudes and behaviors, how much more progress we'll make, after we've all had a good night's sleep. So, we're off to bed. (Lucky me! This girl is a sexual menace.) You'll stay down here in the guest quarters by yourself. There are some restrictions of course, such as, on the sexual side, wanking is out of the question with you in the tube, of course. There are some other restrictions but we'll leave you to figure these out for yourself. But to get back to wanking, based on what I've seen of you so far, I'm sure you're a very frequent masturbator. Not being able to jerk off is going to leave you with some extra time on your hands, so to speak, that you'd normally, well, spend in your bed at night." "We all know what they say about idle hands and devil's work. We say: it's what the good lord gave boys penises for. To give them something to keep their hands busy so you stay out of trouble," added Sy. "Exactly," agreed Math. "So, with all this time on your hands, as it were, I think it's best if you have some other homework to help you keep yourself out of trouble. What do you think, Sy?" "I think it's a really excellent idea. With the two of us having such a nice time upstairs," said Sy with her hand in her partner's lap, "and poor John down here with his penie locked up so he can't even play with himself, he's is bound to have all sorts of bad feelings of being left out and deprived and jealous, unless there's something more useful to keep him occupied with. Shall I get Syn ready?" "Precisely what I was thinking of. How about a couple hours training for John?" Sy went to a cabinet and got what appeared to be a life size sculpture of a woman's pudendum. She carried it to a computer in the corner, where she seemed to bring up some program and click through several options. "Only two hours? I think he needs much more practice than that. Please, Mathy?" "Oh, alright. Let's give him three hours then. That's an extra hour. After all, I do want him fairly well rested and alert tomorrow so he can fully appreciate what's going on. But, okay, I'm looking forward to some very languorous lovemaking that will go on for a long time, and we'll need our beauty sleep of course and a nice breakfast in bed with some more lovemaking, I guess three hours with Syn would leave him with five or six hours of sleep." Beau of Les Belles Pt. 03 "Five or six hours are an awful lot of sleep for a male. How about let's make it six hours with Syn. Come on, Mathy," urged Sy using a plaintive tone. "He does need needs so much practice before he's any good at all at oral sex." "Six hours! He'll be a wreck tomorrow!" "Well, isn't that how he's supposed to be after a first full day of training?" "Yes, of course, but there are several other things important to keep in mind. For example, his tongue and mouth are not in shape and I'm sure by three hours of practice he'll be at a point of seriously diminishing returns for any more work. Besides, if he doesn't get enough rest he won't have any endurance at all tomorrow. And besides that, John is pretty malleable to start with and if he's too slept deprived it will be like trying to turn a plate of mashed potatoes into mushy mashed potatoes. I really think it will be much more interesting with him more rested." "Yes, yes, you're right of course, Mathy. But he's so inept with his mouth. He's going to need so much practice. Okay, but Rome wasn't built in a day. What did you say, four hours? That's with rest periods, isn't it? Hmmm, let's try this..." "Syn is a fascinating device," explained Math, turning back to John. "It's made out of this plastic stuff that really feels like living flesh, and it's full of all these very sophisticated electronics. It pretty much reacts the way a real female would, at least, an oversexed, dominant female who demands lots of attention and a certain level of skill from someone really focused on her reactions and her pleasure. You're going to have several nice long training sessions with Syn tonight. It'll do wonders for your oral sex techniques, if you pay attention. You will, because if you aren't a good student, well, you can probably guess that it's not going to be very pleasant for you. Syn is tied into the computer system, so we can program in particular training lessons for you and link the results up with those interesting electronic devices you're wearing. You've had a sample -- I'm sure you'll work hard to avoid more." Sy placed the Syn device on a credenza that was placed against one wall of the alcove. She added, "You'll find a headset in the drawer of the nightstand by the bed. It's how Syn talks to you. You'll be getting her instructions this way and also some important feedback on what you're doing. You can put the headset on right now or you can wait until you get the signal. If you decide to wait, just keep in mind, you'll want to get that headset on really quickly after the signal. Really quickly. Don't say you haven't been warned. Now, c'mon Mathilde. All this talking about you taking me to bed after all that teasing by Mr. Clumsy here has got me really warmed up. I want the real thing, now. The Math touch. The one a girl can count on." She put her arm around the older woman and sighed. "Well, I'm really the lucky one. I get lovin' that's Psyche-delic, meaning it's going to drive me out of my mind," Math cooed, as they disappeared up the steps. John knelt on the floor until the door at the top of the stairway closed behind the two women. Then he sat on the bed, feeling a combination of disbelief and relief. His hands weren't even cuffed. He wasn't chained to the bed. True, this awful thing was still attached to his cock. But there was a key. There had to be a key. He looked in the drawer of the nightstand, but found only the headset that Sy had mentioned. Then he realized - even if he did find some keys, there really wasn't anything he could do with them. The vicious young beauty had demonstrated what would happen if it wasn't the right key. There had to be some way out of this. Maybe, at least, if he could only get some help. Okay, first things first. He had to get out of this madhouse. He had to get as far away from the malicious pair of dominatrixes before morning, that was certain. He wasn't going to be their whipping boy again. He wasn't handcuffed and he wasn't chained to the wall anymore. He only had to get on his feet, walk up the stairs and try the door. If they had forgotten to restrain his movements, maybe they'd forgotten to lock him in, too. Or, maybe he could defeat the lock, if there was one. He puzzled over the prospect of such an easy escape. It just seemed out of character for his captors, who seemed to have so carefully plotted his demise. What if they were waiting for him when he came out of the cellar? He had to do this carefully. He decided to do a little reconnoitering as his first step. It couldn't hurt to explore the basement, could it? His captors had gone upstairs. He could move around the basement without much danger. Searching the area might turn up some important clues how to protect himself or get away. He had to be cautious, though! Making as little noise as possible he crept out of the alcove. As he emerged his groin seemed to explode with pain. He doubled over, gasping for air. Before he could manage to straighten up and take another step, there was another, even worse, jolt. It felt like someone had kicked him in the balls, really hard. The world seemed to spin around. He toppled to the floor and lay, curled up, groaning softly. Several seconds later the pain started again, this time a little less intense, but it went on much longer. His eyes widened and he clutched his groin. When it stopped, he managed to get to his hands and knees and crawl back into the alcove. The unfortunate male lay on the floor for several minutes, praying silently that the punishment had been triggered by some sensor when he left the alcove. His theory was confirmed when he did not receive another shock. After a few minutes he struggled to his feet and sat on the bed. He looked carefully at the device locked on his sex. There was a thick band around cock above his balls, nestled deep into his crotch. The band around his balls was fastened to thin bands around the top of his thighs, as well as to the belt that was low and tight around his waist. A second thick metal strip attached to the end of the tube nearest his body and went downward between his balls, joining near his perineum with the band around his cock. Whatever electronics were embedded in the thing, it was capable of delivering debilitating pain. He had to find some weakness in this weird harness. But when he touched the ring fastened around his balls, he got another very strong jolt that left him curled up in a fetal position on the bed for about a minute. When he could think again he realized that, unless he could disable the electronics somehow without touching the ring, he wasn't going to get it off. And, he had no idea how to disable it. In the bedroom above, Mathilde and Psyche lay entwined on the bed. Psyche very gently tweaked Mathilde's nipple, while Mathilde's fingers lightly traced the soft folds of Psyche's labia. They had been watching the closed TV transmission from the basement with more than a little amusement. "Any moment now," Psyche giggled after he had looked in the nightstand drawer. Yep. There he goes." "Oooh," exclaimed Mathilde as he doubled over in pain. "Looks like he felt that!" She slipped an exploring finger between the slippery nether lips of her young lover and probed until she found her partner's g-spot. "Oooh," exclaimed Psyche imitating her partner's tone. "I certainly felt that!" John, meanwhile, desperately tried to think. They hadn't forgotten to restrain him from leaving. The restraint was just more sophisticated than he had thought. He looked longingly toward the stairs. He had to get away. He couldn't take much more of this. They planned to keep him at least two more days. It was too long. They were too cruel and too ready to use the whip. He couldn't stand much more of it. Sy said they were going to train him as a submissive. Both of them seemed intent on breaking him down. Could he stand up to them? They seemed to tune in on what made him tick. What they did to him was painful and degrading but it also got to him sexually. A part of him yearned for Math or Sy to come back down and play with him some more. Like Sy had said, he felt strangely infatuated. What if he gave in and went along with their plan to turn him into their submissive? What if he couldn't help going along with them? But his rational mind rebelled. He couldn't accept the role of tame, submissive pet no matter how appealing his mistresses. He couldn't let it happen. He had to escape. If there was any chance of getting away, he had to take it. The shocks seemed to be triggered just as he left the alcove. What if he got further away? Maybe he could get out of range. OK, it was a long shot. Nevertheless, he couldn't think of anything else. He stood at the end of the alcove and gritted his teeth. John braced himself for the shock he knew would come as he left the alcove, but he was just not equipped for what happened next. He made it half way across the basement before his legs just seemed to turn to cooked spaghetti. He sat down hard and curled up again, rocking back and forth and sort of keening. It was obvious now that getting further away from the alcove only made the pain worse. He steeled himself not to care. Mustering all of his will, he crawled, not back toward the alcove, but toward the stairs. He'd be damned if he would let them stop him by a little pain, or even lots of pain. He was a man. He would show it. He had to show it. He would have shown it, except something was happening to the bumps inside the tube. They were starting to feel prickly. Then they started to sting. It was like there were thorns or something pressing into his penis. And then the tube seemed to be moving sideways. It couldn't be! It felt like he was trying to pull his dick out of the thing. No, he wasn't. But something was happening. He visualized the candy penis with those grooves cut into it. The pressure was getting gradually stronger. He sat up and clutched at his shaft, mindlessly pressing the tube onto his shaft. But it had no effect. It was something inside the tube that was causing this. "No!" he wailed, terror in his voice. "Please, no." But it didn't stop. "Okay!" he cried, scrambling back toward the alcove on all fours. When he was about ten feet from the opening, inside the tube the sharp points seemed to turn back into bumps. "Thank god," he sighed, pausing a moment. The next jolt to his balls made him collapse onto the floor and left him groaning. It was a few moments before he could move again. When he was able to, he scurried on all fours back to the alcove as quickly as he could. He lay on the floor for several minutes weeping quietly over what had just happened. He wasn't going to get away, that much was clear. Whatever he was in for, he wasn't going to get out of it wearing this damned tube, at least, he wasn't going to get out of it with a functioning dick. He wasn't in chains but his restraints were just as effective as if he were, and much more cruel. "Back inside he goes," said Mathilde. "I think he's getting the picture." "If you ask me, inside is nice. I like it inside." Psyche pressed herself onto the invading finger. "Ooh!" she cried as Math began to massage gently. They kissed for a long time. Math moved her mouth to Psyche's neck and then downward until she reached a breast. Psyche had rolled onto her back, spread her legs and threw her arms back over her head, abandoning herself to the sensations her partner so skillfully evoked. In a moment she was panting heavily. Math's mouth continued downward, leaving a path of little kisses across Sy's belly. When she reached the juncture of Sy's thighs, the younger woman gave a little cry. Math expertly tongued her clit, never letting up on the contact of her finger with the button of flesh deep inside Sy's vaginal wall. It wasn't long before moans got louder and then with a shriek the young woman clamped her thighs around the finger inside her and bucked against the mouth that was driving her wild. Math rode her expertly, refusing to allow her lips to be dislodged, prolonging Sy's ecstasy until the young beauty lay panting and feeling sated, but the lips and tongue just kept going. It was only a few minutes before Sy's wails of pleasure announced the onset of another orgasm, this one not quite as intense, but it just seemed to go on and on and on... Meanwhile, in the basement a little chime came from inside of the thing called Syn. About 30 seconds later there was another little chime, and another sharp flash of pain in John's balls. He struggled to his feet and looked at the weird simulacrum of a woman's sex. What was he supposed to do? He picked the thing up. It actually smelled like a woman who was aroused, and he could see the lips were damp. He wanted nothing to do with it. He set it down and tried to think. The thing chimed yet again. This time the flash of pain between his legs did not stop immediately but turned into a burning sensation. He sat down on the bed and cupped his balls in his hands, but it didn't help at all. Finally, the pain subsided. He looked ruefully at the nasty device. The drawer was open and in it was the headphone set Sy had told him to put on. He picked it up. If he didn't do something, he understood, in a few seconds they were going to hurt him again. He put on the headset and listened. "Welcome to oral sex training for males, level one. Please kneel on the floor in front of Syn. Look carefully. From this point onward until your training session is finished, you are to leave the headset on. Your training will include multiple sessions. Between sessions, you will have rest periods. Any delay in resuming your practice after a rest period will result in severe punishment. If you understand, kiss Syn's clitoris lightly." He took off the headset and turned away. One of the bumps on the inside of the tube seemed to turn into a point again and pressed into his shaft. It stung. It started to move a little bit. He whimpered and put the headset back on. "I said, kiss Syn's clit. Do it gently and do it right now." The barb inside the tube gave his penis a sharp little jab. Thomas bent over and pressed his mouth gently to place where the labia met. He could feel the hard little bud. "Good. You know where the clit is, at least. Now, follow instructions." What followed was a strange set of drills, giving John practice using his lips and tongue to tease and caress the labia and the clitoris. It went on about 30 minutes. In the room above, Psyche had rolled on top of Mathilde and positioned herself between her legs. They kissed for several minutes, and then Psyche moved to a shoulder. She planted kisses down Mathilde's arm, giving special attention to the inside of the elbow, wrist and palm, then sucking a finger gently into her mouth. Mathilde's other arm received the same treatment. Eager lips moved to Mathilde's neck and moved from there downward across her chest, finding a nipple to squeeze, nibble and suck until the athletic woman moaned with pleasure. Psyche smiled and moved between Mathilde's legs. Her mouth avid on her partner's sex, Psyche returned the sweet favors she'd received only a few minutes ago. Mathilde lifted her knees back toward her shoulders and pressed her palms against her own nipples, moaning with pleasure as her excitement rose. It took only a few minutes before the tall athletic beauty cried out ecstatically as she climaxed. She reached for the younger woman's head, pulling gently upward until their lips met in a long, passionate kiss. The two women lay in each other's arms and watched the TV screen as John completed his first session of training. "You have completed one session," said the voice in the headphones. "You will now receive a grade. The grade is," the voice changed "D. The grade of D is not acceptable. You will improve your performance. Open the second drawer in the nightstand." He followed the instruction. In the drawer were two plastic clothespins with little electronic devices attached. "Remove the clothespins from the drawer and place them on the nightstand," directed the voice. He did not like the look of this. But when he did not follow the instruction immediately, his balls received another flash of pain. It was getting to be a familiar routine. He took the clothespins out and put them on the stand. "Now close the drawer. You now have" the first voice interjected "twenty", and the second voice continued, "minutes until the next session. You will place one clothespin on your right nipple prior to the beginning of the session. You will notice that there is a metal strip on the edge of the pin. You will attach the clothespin so the metal edge is on the nipple, no less than one-eighth inch from the tip. You may rest until the next session. You will hear a signal one minute prior to the start of the session." The first voice came back again. "The next session will be thirty minutes and you will be expected to improve your performance. Enjoy your rest period, trainee." He sat on the bed and put his head in his hands. Mathilde watched the new captive stew for a few minutes, and then flicked a switch on an intercom next to the bed. "Hi there Johnny," she exclaimed in a very ebullient voice. "Yes, it's me, Math. And Sy's here too. We've been sipping some very nice wine and watching some very interesting stuff on TV, that is, in between some very steaming lovemaking of course. Yum. This wine is just fabulous. It's this lovely Pauillac -- who gave it to us? Oh, it was Thomas, that's right. I bet it cost $100 a bottle if it cost a penny! Mmmm. Tres bon! Oh, you haven't met Thomas, have you? Thomas is just another cute guy who's made several visits here over the past few months, staying right there where you are. He was such a bad boy at first! The change has really been very dramatic. The way he behaves now, most people would think he was just head over heels. He's always sending these expensive gifts with just the nicest cards. Here's the one that came with the wine. 'To Psyche, my divine mistress, please accept this small token of my adoration.' Kind of maudlin, but to the point, don't you think? Of course, poor Thomas probably doesn't even remember buying the wine. He has so many credit cards and bank accounts it would make your head spin! He himself doesn't even know about most of them. "Oh! Sy, don't! Mmmm. How can I explain all this complicated stuff to John when you're doing that? You minx! Ok, where was I? Let's see, yes, the way Thomas has just completely lost control of his finances. This is one of the things that happen to males who come to visit Les Belles house. Okay, I guess I should have filled you in earlier. Remember, your keys were in your pants. Including your house keys. Which means, we have them now, and we can use them to get into your house. Well, not Sy or me. It's Molly who's going to give your place a visit, and give your computer a very thorough working over. You'll meet Molly tomorrow when she stops by here for the keys. She's our very best hacker. How good is your system security? No as good as Molly, that's my bet. She's just the best there is at finding someone's financial records and getting complete access, and not only that, once she has access, she knows how to cover her tracks so completely. You just can't tell that anyone besides the real owner has had any access at all, but there are these back doors that can be used from then on to do all sorts of interesting things. Don't ask me to explain how she does it! "Once Molly's done her magic, it's Thamiris' turn. Tham's the financial wizard of Les Belles. You'll meet her tomorrow too, I think. If you're an accountant, you'll really appreciate Tham's work. Next time you look at your accounts, it won't seem on the surface all that different, but behind the scenes there are so many really interesting things going on, if you only knew where to look. That's a big if. All the sudden, you have dozens of bank accounts and credit cards and lines of credit and who knows what, and it's all tied together, but it's in such a tangle you couldn't figure the mess out with a whole office full of accountants. Beau of Les Belles Pt. 03 "But wait, there's some more bad news, sorry to say. You have some investments and savings, don't you? You may be thinking, you could use your savings to help you get through this. Poor John, you aren't going to have nearly as much money in savings or investment accounts as you're used to seeing. That Tham! Transactions that look so normal yet are so utterly impossible to trace -- how does she do this? Only she knows for sure. If you check your finances next week, you're in for quite a shock! But you'll just have to accept the fact that you're a bit short on funds for the time being. "No more extravagances for you, John, like cable TV or going out for dinner or throwing away money on sports tickets! On the other hand, there is a positive side to all this that I also should mention. As long as you keep your hands off the system that Tham sets up, you'll have enough money for basic needs. Of course, with Molly having tied up your computer in all those knots and tangles of hers, it's very doubtful you could actually do anything about any of this anyway. "Besides, you have other things to concentrate on from here forward, such as pleasing your mistresses and contributing to the Les Belles cause. Before you leave we'll be letting you know what our expectations of you are. But the important point for now is to understand that if you're a good boy and do what we want you to, one of the rewards will be, your allowance will go up. Of course, you're going to want it to go up because if it doesn't you'll have to get used to a really basic standard of living, if you know what I mean. "Oh my god, Sy! Stop that right now. Ooh. You know what that does to me! How on earth am I supposed to explain all this to John when you keep doing these things? Mmmm. Oh! You know I simply can't concentrate at all when you do that. Will you please have another glass of this very nice wine and stop this until I've finished telling him about this. That's a good girl. Whew! And, also, will you please put on a sweatshirt or something and stop posing that way. Thank you. "Now, where was I? Your paycheck I think. You won't starve but you'll need to be economical. For instance, you can make a nice stir-fry of tofu and vegetables for a few dollars that can be stretched for several days if you're not a glutton about it. Luckily, tap water is free so you won't want for liquid refreshment. It will just be kind of Spartan for you. But it's in a great cause. For example, speaking of liquid refreshment, this Pauillac is just totally too yummy. How many cases did we get? Three? Hmm, with the party season coming up we could use more than that! I know, let's let John buy is another couple of cases tomorrow while it's still in stock locally. I know it's a little on the expensive side, but only the best for your new girlfriend, right? What are savings for, anyway? You must be so very infatuated!" "You can't do this," John shouted. "It's stealing. I'm not buying you anything. You can hear me, can't you? You can't do this to me. It's wrong. You'll never get away with it." "Math hasn't mentioned what we're watching on TV," said Sy. "Have you guessed? We're watching you, of course. By the way, wait till you see our TV -- state of the art, 60 inch screen, high resolution. Who bought this one? I think it was Jeffrey, wasn't it? Only the best for Molly, that's what Jeffrey says. Are you going to buy me one for my apartment in town? How sweet, John. Oh! You're so cute when you get angry like this! And that scene where you were struggling so manfully to get to the steps, it was very hot. Sure you don't want to try again? Remember, if you don't get back to your house tonight and change the locks, Molly will be in there tomorrow working on your computer. She doesn't really have to work very long, just set up a remote access account so we can work through your computer from anywhere we like, and of course, Molly will be limiting your permissions so you can't meddle in these things anymore. We're putting you in a really unpleasant predicament financially, aren't we? If you ask me, you should not let us get away with it. It's so mean. You should definitely try to escape again. Probably its your last chance. Your hard earned money used to buy luxuries you can't afford for girls who aren't the least bit nice to you, and think how nerve wracking it's going to be to have those debts to those nasty people to worry about. It's going to happen in the next day or so unless you do something, John. Surely, this is worth making another break for it. What's a few prickles in your penie compared to that?" "Let me go. You're breaking the law. You're criminals." "Are we?" replied Sy. "How naughty of us! But what can you do about it? I know, when we let you go home, you can go to the police. You can show them that awful contraption on your penis. You can explain how this was done against your will by some conniving women who've taken over your finances and they're blackmailing you and everything. And better still, the police can check your story out. Look! The web site of the company that made your controller is engraved right there on the side. You see it, don't you? So the police can check your story out pretty easily. They can get in touch with the company and trace down whoever bought the controller and put it on you and bring them to justice! Maybe they can even get a key from the manufacturer that will allow you to take that horrible thing off without injuring yourself. You'd be a free man. "On second thought, maybe not. Because there's a slight problem. The person who bought the controller is ... you, John! Are you surprised? You shouldn't be. Remember, Molly will be at your home, working from your very own computer, so it really will look like you did these things yourself. Even worse for you, from the police standpoint that is, you didn't buy the chastity device directly. You bought it from one of those on-line femdom websites, which one was it? Mistress whatshername? Maybe you can guess? I kind of doubt it though. There are so many femdom web sites these days. Sign of the times, we Les Belles girls say! Anyway, you really do not want the cops tracing your communications with Mistress whatshername, N -O - T with a capital N! Because of that uncontrollable thing you have for coming on so forcefully to young women, you know, those twenty-somethings you were so mean to? At least, that's why you told mistress whatshername to buy you the most secure, inescapable chastity device she could find. So you could keep yourself being so rough with those innocent young women. "Like you did with that sweet Lindy. Remember? You told mistress all about it, how you couldn't help yourself and you were so rough with her you were afraid you'd really gone to far. It's a little surprising you'd admit to all this, and in an email, no less, right there in black and white, but I guess you felt pretty guilty, didn't you? Mistress is pretty tolerant of sexual weirdness, but even she agreed you'd crossed the line pretty far. Her recommendation, for what it's worth, is that you stay in the device for a very long time. For your own good. "The cops, well, they aren't so tolerant of sexual deviants as Mistress is, are they? Maybe they won't prosecute if they can't find Lindy, but on the other hand, I don't think you'll get very much help from them after they find out all this. And we haven't even talked about the very nasty pictures they'll find on your computer. Your credibility is just not going to be very good with the law enforcement types. And it just keeps getting worse! Remember that semen we've just collected from you? Of course you do! You had such an intense orgasm, almost made all this worth it, huh? Anyway, now we have a nice semen sample from you in cold storage. So, let's say you do go to the cops. What if somebody named Lindy actually did show up, and with some old panties that she's kept and never washed the semen stains out of, mixed in with a little blood from the brutality of the attack on her? DNA tests are very accurate, as we all know. This is the kind of thing that tends to settle the argument pretty conclusively. "So, maybe you could go to the cops about all these financial shenanegans without getting into this whole controller thing. Problem is, whether or not to let the police know about your controller, that won't be your decision, John. You see, there are several members of Les Belles employed by our local police departments and they'll be sure you won't keep this important evidence out of any investigation no matter how hard you try to keep it under wraps. If this can of worms does get opened up, no way you're keeping any of the worms from wriggling out. Just is not going to happen, John. But you're an inteliigent person. You'll think carefully before you do anything like that, won't you? Of course." Sy made her voice stern to impress her point on him. "Enough of this banter!" Interjected Math. Let's see, another ten minutes before training starts up again. Let's you go ahead and put the clothespin on your nipple right away. Yes. It's for your own good. I'm guessing you never had your nipple clipped this way. If you wait till the last moment to put the clip on, you'll be distracted by the pain and you won't be able to do a very good job pleasing Syn. Based on your first session score you'll need to do a much better job next session, or you'll really pay the price. So this is for your own good. Put the clothespin on, John. Do it now. We do have a remote control that works with the devices you're wearing. If you don't have the clip on in ten seconds, I'll show you how it works. Ten, nine..." The male looked at the clip dejectedly. His life had just been hijacked, he realized. A few hours ago he was a normal person, a guy with a decent job and pretty normal interests. Now he was a prisoner, afraid of what would happen if he refused to put a clamp on his own nipple to please a lesbian dominatrix who was watching him on closed circuit TV. There had to be a way out! But, if he didn't do what he was told for now the consequences were going to be very unpleasant. He picked the clothespin up, squeezed it open, and let it shut on his nipple, as he had been instructed. It hurt much worse than he expected. "Ow!" he cried and quickly took it off. "Put it on, John," ordered Math. "Do as you're told. Do it right now. I mean it. And leave it on. Or else. Where was I? Yes, six, five... You haven't felt level four yet. Three seconds till ignition..." He did as he was told, closing his eyes as the clip went back on. "Now put your hands to your sides," Math directed. "Lie down on your back. Just lie there and get used to it before your training starts again. I've gone ahead and set the computer program, so that if you take it off again before you're given permission, you'll be very, very sorry." He followed her instructions. The thing stung badly. He couldn't stand it much longer. But he had to. He whimpered softly, trying to deal with the pain. He thought about someone he never met sitting in his house, taking over his banking accounts and credit cards and creating email accounts that could be used to incriminate him or at least subject him to very public humiliation and ruin. They were taking over his life and there was nothing he could do about it besides lie here and suffer. One tear, and then a second, fell from his eye, ran down the side of his face and into his ear. "Are you finished with our guest, Madame?" asked Sy. "Because I have some unfinished business with you." "You do indeed. Ooh. When did you put that on? It's so big! Is that the one with the vibrator inside? It is, isn't it? Oh! Yes it is. Oh my god, be gentle, yes like that. Oh, it feels so full. Oh!" The sound went off in the basement. Psyche and Mathilde fucked until they were exhausted, using a two-sided vibrating dildo that helped them reach climax after climax until they fell asleep in each other's arms. John lay on the bed feeling enraged and despondent and unable to do anything about either. He realized that he also felt very, very horny. Two beautiful women had spent several hours tormenting and teasing him. There had been nearly as much sexual play as punishment and lots of what they had done partook of both. No, pretty much everything they had done. He didn't feel only enraged and despondent. He also felt incredibly sexy and he needed more. After a few minutes, he couldn't get his mind off of Sy and Math. When he pictured the two women in his mind, his penis strained against the tube. What was happening to him? His thighs and rump still stung from the earlier whippings. His nipple stung from the bite of the clothespin but he was afraid to take it off. Yet, his mind kept going back to his two beautiful cruel captors. He pictured Sy's breasts when she knelt over him and could almost feel her full lips covering his when she had kissed him, and the way she used his mouth and ass with that strapon. When he tried to put that out of his mind it only made him think of Math's lithe athletic body, the small breasts and long, trim legs and the way she tasted and felt when she sat on his face. He looked up at the ceiling and imagined the two beauties making love, Sy's fuller breasts pressed against Math's smaller pair, one wearing a strap on and the other greedily grasping it with her cunt. He wanted to be upstairs in bed with them, not down here trapped. God, how he wanted them. His cock ached from straining against the unyielding metal. When the device on the table chimed, it was only a few seconds before he was on his knees in front of it. He worked intently using his lips to kiss, suck and nibble, his tongue to lick and probe. He followed whatever directions the voice gave him in the headset, but found himself imagining it was one or the other of Sy or Math. After the half-hour session, in which he improved his grade to a C, he was permitted to take off the nipple clip. It burned even worse after he took it off. He held his hand gingerly to his sore nipple as if to comfort or protect it. But as he lay back on the bed all he could think about was Sy toying with his nipples and how sexy the curves of her breasts were and her jaunty nipples and big aureoles. He wanted to touch her breasts and her belly and her thighs and to fuck her for a long time, gentle and hard, until they both came over and over again. And to fuck Math the same way. Or kiss her feet if that was what she wanted or lick her cunt or anything she wanted. He ached for the touch of either woman or both. There were four more half-hour training sessions, with half hour rest period between. He kept getting hornier as he ingested more of the secretions from Syn but he was also exhausted and slept briefly in between sessions. During the last rest period he slept through the chime and was awakened by a jolt of pain in his balls. By the end his touch was much lighter and his oral sex techniques much more varied and interesting. His balls ached from the punishments he'd received to guide him. He struggled to the bed. His bottom was still tender and also between his thighs. He was a prisoner in a little alcove in the basement of a house he didn't know where. Cruel women had made him their captive and clearly intended to break him to their control. They were working quickly to destroy his sexuality, his finances and his personal safety. He needed to do something. If he waited even one more day it would be too late. Maybe it was already too late. He couldn't get his mind off of the picture of the two beauties lounging on a bed in the room overhead. He feared and hated them and he wanted them. He imagined them dozing in each other's arms, breast to breast, legs entwined. His cock tried to swell inside the tube, making him wince. Exhausted, helpless and aching with unfulfilled sexual need, he drifted into a troubled sleep. ... to be continued