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Lisa's Guilt Ch. 01

By: SecretDelights



This story is a work of fiction. Thank you for taking the time to read this submission and is a sequential story. It starts out in Chapter 1, so start there in order to figure out what's going on. Votes and feedback are appreciated. Enjoy!

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Lisa's Guilt - Chapter 1, Needing Assistance

Lisa lowered her coffee cup carefully back into the matching saucer. This restaurant was specifically selected by Lisa for its location. She looked across the table to Janet, and after swallowing, realized that the time had come. Lisa was about to reveal her deepest and most secret desires to her best friend. Lisa had spent many a sleepless night lately thinking about if she should open up and ask Janet the really big question? How would her best friend Janet accept her proposal? How should she respond to anything Janet would say or ask? What if Janet simply refused, then walk away asking Lisa never to talk to her again? Or would Janet believe the lie she was going to bestow upon her best friend?

Janet had arrived at Lisa's table right on time, and despite several attempts at trying to start their usual chatty repertoire, Lisa had little to say as her eyes wandered aimlessly. 

"You're unusually quiet today!" Janet stated, making it both a statement and a question.

Lisa lowered her head, then raised it again to look directly into Janet's eyes with a heartfelt longing. 

"I need to talk, but not here. Can we go to the park across the street"? Lisa asked. Janet, with both a concerned and inquisitive look, calmly but quickly responded "Certainly"!

They split the check as normal, and Janet followed Lisa out the door. Down the sidewalk a short distance, then crossed the street to City Square Park. Picking out a park bench in more or less a secluded area away from the bushes and trees, Lisa took Janet's right hand into both of hers and began talking.

"Jan; before I go on and ask you to do something for me, I guess it would be best if I explained something first. You see, my grandmother was French, and during World War II, she worked with the resistance. They did all kinds of things to mess up Nazi troop and supply movements, and communications too. She even killed German soldiers when she and her group could. Well, one day she was caught and brought to a Gestapo prison where she was asked the names of other conspirators. Being a very stubborn woman, she refused to answer them... Of course she was tortured beyond belief. She still wouldn't talk, so the tortures went on constantly for over three months before the prison was finally liberated by the Allies."

Janet listened intently as the story unfolded to her, and kind of, in the back of her mind, was trying to figure out what this had to do with Lisa. Even while they shared an apartment for several years when they both first arrived in Atlanta, Lisa rarely talked about her past, and definitely never spoke of her family. Perhaps this story was going to explain some things, so she continued to remain silent while Lisa continued.

"Now, Grandmother never wanted to talk about it, but Grandpa did tell me some things about what happened. He told me about the scares she has from when they first stripped her and hung her by iron wrist manacles for three full days, That's why she always wore long sleeved dresses. She was never given any food or water. Only her their urine to drink while they constantly whipped and branded her with hot irons. And after that, she was keep completely naked in a closet sized bare concrete cell, with only a sharp edged gravel floor to stand, kneel, sit, or lay down on the entire time. He said that they offered her clothes, a soft bed, decent food, and even a pail to piss and shit in, if she would only just name any other members of the underground. She wouldn't, so besides the torture of just the cell alone, they subjected her to all kinds of hideous tortures, some lasting for days. She never told them anything. Anyways, that is what I wanted to talk to you about."

Janet cocked her head as her expression changed to one of confusion. She opened her mouth to speak, but really didn't know what to ask Lisa what this had to do with her when Lisa placed a finger over Janet's lips. 

"Jan; please listen to what I have to say before you respond!" she said softly. "I don't think I'm crazy; but then again maybe I am. After Grandpa told me all this stuff, I've really admired my Grandmother for how tuff she was, and, well, I've always wondered if it ran in the family, and if I could be just as tuff as grandmother."

Janet was again about to speak just as Lisa tightened her loving hold of Janet's hands.

"We've known each other for over 5 years now, ever since we worked together as sales clerks in the department store... God, the hundreds of lunches we had together, then the parties, and then the honor of having me as head bridesmaid at your wedding last year. It was then that I realized just how close we had really become".

As small tears began to show in Lisa's eyes, Janet took Lisa into her arms, not caring about any public response, saying "let it out girl... what is it?". Lisa took a deep breath, swallowed, then continued.

"Well, like I said before, I've always wondered if I could take the abuse that Grandma took, and, well, hummmm,... Would you mind... Just as a test I mean... Well, tying me up and torturing me for a couple days?"

Pausing, feeling like she had just severed her relationship with Janet, Lisa waited with a concerned 'did I do something wrong' expression for an answer.

"Ummm... Well, I don't know? What did you have in mind?" Then, after a moment's pause, continued. "Can you explain to me what you want?"

Lisa again couldn't again look into Janet's eyes as she stuttered and stammered simply saying a bunch of "ahhh's" and "ummm's".

"You know what I think we need Lisa is a margarita or three! What do you say? And I know that place over there has a nice open back patio!"

Lisa quickly nodded her head in agreement , so off to the lounge they went like two school girls. In minutes they were sitting outside again, margarita's in hand, under a table shadowed by a huge pink and white pinstriped umbrella away from the few others there.

"So tell me about what you have in mind. You know I've never done anything like what I think you have in mind... And you know that I wouldn't really want to hurt you!" Janet flatly started.

"Not yet... wait until this is about empty" Lisa motioned with her glass and a smile. So they talked about when they both just arrived in town, Lisa 18 and Janet 23. Each had decided to leave home and start their own life, so to speak, and both ended up here. Hired only days apart by a local big retailer, they met, became good friends, and eventually ended up sharing an apartment together to save money. There was nothing sexual between them, though both were 5' 6, slim and sexy, and busy enough fighting off the wolf's. Lisa was now 23, and Jan was 28 and married. Also, fortunately Janet seemed at ease talking, so they still must be the best of friends. Janet was the only one Lisa could ever really have a girl to girl talk with. So starting on their third margarita, Lisa finally began to explain to Janet what she would like to be done to her.

Lisa said she'd like to be totally suspended by her hands for two full days, completely nude, and not given any food or water during the entire time. She would be whipped again and again on the same areas of her body; not enough to draw blood, but at least good enough to cause her a great deal of pain and plenty of welts. Also, she would like to endure any other tortures that Jan could think of to do to her. Then, at the end of the two days, she is let down, tied into a hogtie position, then left to sleep off her soreness until the next morning.

Janet was speechless, just staring at Lisa. She wasn't really sure that she had heard correctly, and was about to confirm what she heard. when Lisa continued.

"And I was thinking, well actually hoping, that while Ron is gone on one of those long business trips, that I might be able to come over and have you do that to me one weekend. And your garage would also be perfect for being suspended since the ceiling has open rafters, making it easy to suspend me from."

Janet remained wide eyed and speechless for almost a full minute staring at Lisa. Lisa remained silent also, allowing her potential torturer to analyze what she had just heard. Finally Janet did inquire about her concern about using just rope to hang her by her wrists for two full days. Lisa bashfully said she had gotten some leather cuffs at a kinky store in town, and had tested them in the apartment. By hanging herself from the closet door, she found they didn't pinch off her blood circulation too bad or cut her. Janet responded with a bewildered look, then Lisa went on to explain that she had tried to do this at home to herself, but always after five or so hours, she always chickened out and got back up on the stool she had used. And that it was for this reason, that she needed Janet to insure she would be left hanging for the full two days.

Janet also asked about the difference in time; with her desiring only two days while her grandmother was left for three. Again Janet's expression changed to a brief expression of awe as Lisa explained she would like heavy weights added to her ankles to increase the stress on her arms to make up for the lost day.

As they finished off their third margarita, Janet agreed to perform the ordeal to Lisa, but would end it if she felt any great harm would come out of it, And also, Lisa would have to provide almost everything needed, including an instruction sheet to follow. She, with a half smile on her face, cuddled as close to Janet as she could in public, and hugging her tightly, thanked her for not calling her crazy, or weird, or something like that. But in her heart, as they finished their fourth and final margarita, Lisa knew that she had lied to her best and most beloved friend; another reason she should suffer without question all the pain applied to her.

When they finished their drinks Janet confirmed that she would call ahead of time when her husband Ron was going away on business. Lisa and Janet left smiling after another hug. Lisa for knowing that she was really going to experience something she always wanted to, and Janet for seeing Lisa so happy and at ease again. Also, she had seen men and women hanging by the arms in some pictures and movies but had never given a lot of thought to it. Now, picturing her best friend naked and hanging in the garage became somewhat interesting to her. She hadn't said to Lisa's face that she thought Lisa was a little crazy for wanting to do this. Then again, she didn't feel that this was very weird for wanting to see how this worked out. After all, it was Lisa who wanted to endure the pain. She was just assisting! 

Lisa was smiling in the knowledge that she was going to have to endure a lot of pain. In fact, a great deal of pain, and for a long time. It was just what she deserved, and needed to endure. Perhaps it would help to lessen the immense quilt she carried inside her every second of every day. Her punishment, as she saw it, was to stay alive and always in great torment.

It was only a week before Lisa got a phone call from Janet on Wednesday saying Ron would be leaving next Sunday morning for Tokyo and not be back until Friday of the next week. Of course Janet asked if Lisa still wanted to go through with this 'test'? Lisa, both in anticipation and dread, said she could come to the house on Friday after work, probably around five thirty. Janet agreed.

She had talked with Janet several times on the telephone since that 'margarita inspired request' of hers, and was pleased how Janet became more involved in planning as Lisa got into more detail of how she wanted to be tortured. Janet seemed to be accepting her request with increased interest. She even stated she had a broken wooden broom handle for spreading the legs, and duct tape to fasten the ankle ropes so they couldn't slide inward. She even suggested that she had two bowling balls that she and Ron had that would work as good weights for the ankles. Both weighed about twenty three pounds. And that the bowling ball bag handles would easily slide onto the broom handle ends. Lisa became more relaxed about having Janet help her achieve a maximum level of pain.

As she hung up the phone, Lisa tried to go over in her mind what she had packed away in her overnight case for the event. Just to be on the safe side, she went to physically check once again its contents. As she walked, her feet again stung from the small gravel covering the entire inside bottom of her flat shoes that she wore almost twenty four hours a day. She recalled how she had first spread a good thick glue on the inside of the shoe, then sprinkled semi sharp aquarium gravel over the glue, pressing it in. It hurt like hell all the time she had them on, and much worse when she walked in them. That was what she deserved.

As she sat down, her overly tight crotch rope bit painfully into her clit and pinched pussy lips. She simply continued on her present task, knowing she should probably remove the rope two days before going to Janet's so the rope and rub marks would be gone by the time she is hanging suspended in front of Janet. Or, perhaps, even remove it three days before then. The marks might take a while to fade since she also wore this truss all day, every day. Even when she met with Janet to first discuss this ordeal. The pain was a reminder that, though aroused constantly by its rubbing, she wasn't going to allow herself an orgasm since she had last masturbated at age 14. Sexual pleasure for her was not something she would ever allow herself to enjoy again.

Opening the lid on the overnight case, she unfolded and read the 'instruction sheet' she had written for Janet to follow for the umpteenth time.

1. Please be sure the ropes holding me up are tied good and tight to the workbench so I don't sag to the floor while I'm suspended.

2. The ankles should be spread as wide as possible, but room enough for bowling bag handles.

3. The rope tied to my hair braid through my crotch and pussy has to be kept tight enough to keep my head from falling to my chest should I pass out so I can breath. If this rope interferes with giving my back getting a good whipping, untie it, then replace it when done. 

4. If I pass out, don't worry! Don't let me down! Just let me endure all the time,

5. While you are awake, once each hour, on the hour, give me 5 hard lashes each on my back, butt, stomach, and breasts. Alternate between a thin and wide belt, or use what you wish.

6. The rope to my hair should be unhooked from my crotch rope while whipping me so my whole back and butt can be easily whipped.

7. Alternate between using a thin and thick belt when whipping me. And please whip me to really hurt me. I would like this to be as real as possible. Whip me hard.

8. Alternating applying the nipple clamps each hour, On for an hour, then off for an hour. If they are to put on for an hour, whip my breasts first, then put them on. Before going to bed, leave them on the entire night.

10. No food or water. (only your urine if you decide to do that). My grandmother was only given the Nazi's piss to drink.

9. Let my own pee accumulate on the pads under me, if you don't mind the smell that is. Then before I'm let down sprinkle lots of rice over the pads.

11. After being let down, clip my wrist and ankle cuffs together behind my back. Tie the rope from my hair to my ankle cuffs, making it tight.

12. Leave me laying on the rice covered pads, hogtied and nude, until 8 o'clock Monday morning.

13. If I ask to be let down, don't do it! Just give me an additional hard whipping or torture for asking!

14. I grant you complete access to me body. You are allowed to do anything you wish to me, causing as much pain to me as you can. Remember that you are to make me talk. To get my secrets from me. Show no mercy. I ask this of you, and the harder you are on me, the more I will love you for it!!

Well, there it was. All cut and dried; at least for the basics. She secretly wished she could add more of her dreamed tortures, but figured she shouldn't press her luck. After all, it was nice enough for Janet to even agree to doing something this bazaar to her, much less add in other extreme positions and instruments. She hadn't told Janet yet about her wish to be given Janet's urine to drink. She wasn't going to push it if Janet refused. 

She set the instruction down and took out the four two inch wide leather cuffs with D-rings for her wrists and ankles. Rubbing the leather softly between her fingers, she thought of just how much agony she was soon to experience while held captive and hanging in their embrace. Her entire body naked and exposed to not only the pain while suspended by just her wrists, but also the tortures she had written down along with what Janet might come up with. She did dread what amount of pain she was going to have to endure, but was ready to endure this, and more.

Two medium sized alligator clips lay on their sides like sharks showing off their gleaming sharp teeth. She picked one up and abided by her decision to include them in her ordeal as she squeezed it open and closed. Her firm size 'A' boobs were already going to get the worst lasting torture of their life! But so was her whole body. Oh Hell! The more pain, the better. She had told Janet about the nipple clips, but didn't express how sharp the teeth were. She had seen them in a store years ago. She knew immediately how much pain they would induce if applied to any part of the body. Oh God they hurt! She had put them on for several hours at the most. But to have them on her nipples for an entire night! It would be impossible to get to sleep with that pain. Sleeping with her stony shoes on and tight crotch rope was all she had ever done. But new ordeals was what she needed to accept. What she deserved.

Ten 10 foot square dog training mats came next. Absorbent mating on one side, and plastic on the other. As discussed with Janet, if Janet couldn't stand the smell of a dirtied mat, she could replace it with a clean one. Lisa hoped she could, so after her suspension, she would be left lying in her own smelly waste. 

Next she withdrew from the case the four long lengths of rough hemp rope, and one shorter one for her hair to crotch tie. She would braid her mid-back length of hair the night before her ordeal. She took out the two belts she had chosen to be used as whips. The wide one was thick, heavy, and long. The thin one was also heavy for its size, and it too, should sting like hell if wielded with any type of force. They were selected by her at the thrift store right after the talk with Janet. She hoped that Janet had the willingness to lay them onto her skin with all her might. 

Lastly came the two 3 foot lengths of chain and snap rings for throwing over the rafters. They should work out nicely to thread the wrist ropes through.

Lisa repacked her overnight case, minus one alligator clip, and settled back into the sofa to watch TV until about ten. She contemplated digging out the other clip from the case, eventually choosing to wait until she was tied up and not have any control over its application, or removal. She wished her ordeal could begin now, but knew eventually the little more than a weeks time would pass so she could get what she deserved. She went to bed leaving just one of those wonderfully vicious alligator clips on. After all, she did need to get at least a little sleep to perform well enough so as not to lose her job.

(to be continued)

Lisa's Guilt Ch. 02



This story is a work of fiction. Thank you for taking the time to read this submission and is a sequential story. It starts out in Chapter 1, so start there in order to figure out what's going on. Votes and feedback are appreciated. Enjoy!

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Lisa's Guilt - Chapter 2, Let's Begin

The cab stopped by the curb in front of the fairly large suburban house. Lisa paid the fare, plus a moderate tip, and exited the cab making sure she had her overnight case in hand. As she approached the front door and rang the bell, she so hoped Janet hadn't changed her mind about this weekend. She was excited, yet dreading how much pain she was going to have to endure over the next two and a half days. Nervous and somewhat sweaty since morning, she told herself that she had to go through with this. It was the only proper punishment for what she had done.

Almost immediately the door opened, and they embraced one another with a loving hug and cheek kisses. After closing the door, Janet locked her eyes onto Lisa's while her expression changed from happiness to seriousness.

"So do you still want to go through with this?" Janet asked in a satirical voice.

"Oh yessss; please. And you?"

"If that is what you want, you crazy girl, as your friend I will grant you your wish." Janet replied before they both walked to the living room couch and sat down together.

"Then give me that list you made up and we'll go over it. Would you like something to drink?"

"Oh, no thank you Jan. I've purposely haven't had anything to drink since breakfast to enhance the effect, and that was just a glass of water with my dry toast."

"You're kidding, aren't you?" Janet asked in amazement.

"Oh no. Not at all. I want this to be as real as possible. And being thirsty and starved is part of it; isn't it?

"Well, I guess it is, but I think I need one!" Janet replied as she walked towards the kitchen for a scotch and soda.

While Janet was gone, Lisa fumbled a bit opening her overnight case to retrieve the 'instruction sheet' to unfold it, and then her cuffs, placing them on the coffee table in front of her. As she set the case down on the table, Janet returned, set down her hi-ball, and picked up a cuff to visually inspect it.

"So these are the babies you're going to use. Well, at least they look like they won't cut into your wrists too much." Janet continued as they sat down and opened the list to read it. Lisa sat quietly as Janet's lips moved silently while reviewing the sheet.

"I see that you have everything covered that we talked about at the bar and over the phone. But what's this about giving you my urine to drink! That will poison you!!... And I don't want to poison you!!"

Lisa saw both the determined and discussing look on Janet's face. She had to act quickly but calmly to assure Janet that it would be okay for just a few days.

"Well Jan, I saw a survival show on TV where, if like lost in the wilderness or such, one can actually drink your own urine, or others, for awhile without a problem. But it will actually make you thirstier. Eventually you must find some other liquid to drink to supplement it so your body doesn't get dehydrated. He went to explain that we're all taught as kids that urine is a poison, which it is not, but only nasty if thinking about it. So, if that is all you have to drink for a week or two is urine, it will affect you. But if just made to drink it for a few days, it will be discussing, but not the bit harmful to me unless that's the only thing I'm given for weeks."

Janet listened as Lisa explained, more or less, that only given urine to drink would be just part of her torture, and wished it included as part of her torture. That is, if Janet was willing.

"So you want me to collect my urine... Then give it to you to drink?" Janet asked very skeptically.

"Yes Jan... That is what I wish, but only if you agree to doing it to me." Lisa softly responded with pleading eyes as she took Janet's hand in hers. Finally Janet expressed a gentle smile.

"Okay. If that's what you want!, Since I'm not drinking it. Do you want all my piss, or just some?" And when Lisa was just about to answer, Janet added "And do you like it still warm or cold? That's not in your instructions."

As they chucked together, Lisa said how much or temperature was completely up to Jan. She also mentioned that she had read some stories that urine was dumped all over tortured victims to humiliate them. Janet cocked her head upon hearing that. 

"That does sound nasty, but I remember now about reading something about that. So I'll do it when I please I guess... And what about Monday? Did you get someone to switch with you for a Saturday so you to have Monday off?"

"Yes; Margie was glad to do it, so I don't have to work until Tuesday now."

"God Lisa, from all of this I think you're going to need a week's rest!" Janet said slightly chuckling.

"I know... I know... But I can't afford that much of a luxury, so be it as it may, I only have until Tuesday morning to recover from this." Lisa said while shrugging her shoulders.

"OK then! We might as well get started. You can go ahead and use the bathroom while I set up some things in the garage." Janet said as she rose with her drink and headed towards the garage. Lisa declined the bathroom, simply picking up her overnight case and following Jan to the garage.

Entering the 2 ½ car garage, Janet got out the broken broom handle, clothesline, and bowling ball bags as Lisa stripped. She slid her sundress up over her head, removed her bra and panties, and laid only two things on the back of the workbench. Lisa had set the overnight case on the workbench, and set her thick cotton white panties down next to it. Then taking out all the items from the case, she began putting on her cuffs as Jan rummaged for the duct tape. 

Heading for the workbench with the roll of duct tape and tall folding kitchen stool, Janet admired her nude friend bending over to strap on her ankle cuffs. They had seen each other nude at brief times while rooming together, so this was no big deal to her. Arriving at the workbench, she took Lisa by both shoulders and looked her square into the eyes.

"Now I want you to know one thing before we start! That thing about NOT letting you down for anything is a bunch of bull to me. I've decided that since you don't have a gag on your list, and I'm really thankful for that, I've decided that any sort of scream from you will end this thing right then and there! Is that understood?"

"Oh... But Jan... I know that if left un-gagged... There's no way I could hold back from screaming with what's going to be done to me... It's just will come out naturally! And in a real Nazi interrogation center, they liked to hear the screams. But here, your neighbors might get a little suspicious. So that's why I have my panties here." as Lisa picked them up and showed Jan before setting them back down. Lisa them clasped Janet's hands in hers before continuing.

"I've thought about this also, but I wish to be tortured as a person would be tortured. And if I want to stop, then I can rapidly blink my eye's or open and close a hand. Then remove the gag. If I want to end it, I'll just start saying people's names; like John Doe, John Hancock, or the such. That's what was offered to my Grandmother. Right?"

Janet at last nodded as she moved to set the stool about six feet in front of the work bench and motioned towards the open rafters. Lisa grabbed a chain and a clip, stepped up on the stool, and attached it tightly around one rafter. Getting down, she moved the stool under a rafter four foot away, and was doing the same when Janet asked her attention.

"Are these the nipple clips, Lisa?"

Lisa turned her head to see Janet closely examining the alligator clips. Now it was time to see if Janet would believe another of her lies she had thought up.

"Ahhhhh... I saw those in a store, and since I don't want a hot iron poked into my skin, I was kind of thinking that putting those on would fell close to the same thing. Don't you think so?"

Janet slowly turned the clips in her hands while squeezing them open and closed.

"Oh God... I guess so! But you want them on for an hour, then off for an hour! Ouch... Then to leave them in your nipples all night? I just can't imagine how much pain your little boobs will be in!"

"Well, at first that wasn't in my plans. But then thinking about what a real torturer would do, and what my Grandmother had endured, that's when I added that to my instructions."

"And when they're not on your nipples, would you like them on you anywhere else?" Janet asked as she continued to squeeze the angry jaws open and closed. The question caught Lisa completely by surprise, making her think back to where she had put them on her body while alone. It had also caught herself by surprise that Jan should have even asked such a question. Was Jan asking Lisa to endure even more torture than what was already spelled out. Interesting!

"Anywhere you think they will make me start giving out names." Lisa replied while wiggling her hips. "And you should know what's tender down there..."

"It's your choice Sweetie..." Janet smiled as she shrugged her shoulders and watched Lisa finish attaching the second chain.

Lisa was glad Janet had swallowed another variant of her Grandmother story, and how Janet had voluntarily added more to her torment. She knew that those clips would give out more of their own form of reprisal punishment if and when Janet put them on her in more than just her nipples.

Proceeding on, both Janet and Lisa threaded a clothesline through each of the chains. Lisa, reaching down to remove her shoes, she suddenly realized she had forgotten to wear regular shoes today. Trying to be as coy as possible, she quickly slipped off her stony shoes, pushing them slightly under the workbench so Janet didn't see the insides. Janet was busy tying the ankle ropes to the ends of the broom handle, a few inches from each end, wrapping duct tape around them. She didn't notice the shoes. Lisa began putting on her crotch rope.

"I love that shaved pussy you have now. You never did that while we were in the apartment together!"

"Oh, thank you. I did it especially for this. I mean, to get at my, uhmmm, my clit and stuff, and oh yes, for easy placing of the crotch rope. Yes. Yes. That's it! For easy placement of the crotch rope." Lisa stammered as she cinched the double band of rope around her hips so tightly her skin bulged out beyond the edges of the rope.

"I've heard of a crotch rope! This is going to be interesting to see in person. But I would think you would put that rope around your waist." Janet questioned.

"Oh no." Lisa replied with authority. "It feels much sexier here. On your hips." as she slipped the knot around from her front to her back, then reached between her legs to pull the duel strands of hemp up into her crotch as she spread her legs slightly. Janet watched as Lisa meticulously used her fingers to guide her vagina lips around the outside of the ropes as she tucked the rope ends under the hip ropes and pulled them ungodly tight before cinching them. Her clit protruded slightly from between the rough and pinching ropes. 

"Oh Lisa? Isn't that going to get you... well... Horny? I mean, you must feel those ropes now, and, isn't that a pleasurable feeling."

"Oh, it definitely feels good right now, but after being suspended awhile, and not being able to do anything about it, it will become a torment also." Lisa replied as she poked both hands into her crotch to make sure every bit of her protective skin flaps were drawn to the sides of the ropes.

"And besides, it will keep my pee streaming onto the mat I hope. So made sure the mats cover the whole floor under me. I don't want to mess up your beautiful house." Lisa said finishing with a smile.

"Well girl... Are you ready to begin? Or would you like a good stiff drink first to help deaden the pain?"

Shacking her head no, Lisa moved up to give Janet a long and strong hug while saying "Jan... Remember! I want this to be a REAL TORTURE for me. Whip me hard! As hard as you can. Dump piss into my mouth, over my face, over my whole body. Even in my hair. Clamp those alligator clips all over me! Anywhere you want! And do anything else painful thatxyou may think off. Hurt me. Pleaseeee. You are the torturer; the one trying to make me talk! Even dress and act the part if you feel like it. But please, for me, no mercy. No sympathy. No nothing during my 'interrogation'. Okay?"

Lisa then stepped back, giving Janet a most warm and tender smile. Janet just stood there for a few seconds, then started shaking her head side to side saying "You crazy girl... You crazy girl! But I love you, so I'll do what you ask. But be warned! I might just like doing everything you want; and perhaps more if I'm enjoying myself." Janet said, also now smiling. "And besides, that shaved pussy of yours makes me envious of mine now. Remember, a vengeful woman is capable of anything." They both started laughing as Janet put her arm around Lisa's shoulder.

"It's after six, and time for you to be hung by just your arms and first whipping. Are you ready?"

Lisa nodded and picked up her panties and short rope. Balling them up, she shoved them into her mouth after handing the rope to Janet. Turning around, Janet positioned the rope around Lisa's smelly panties, she pulled the rope tight and knotted it tightly in the back of Lisa's neck. Lisa didn't tell Jan that she had worn these panties for a whole week knowing that would enhance the awful taste once in her mouth. She had even peed through them several times so they would be really gross.

Done, they walked under to two dangling ropes from the chains. Janet tied a rope to each wrist cuff D-rind, then Lisa stood atop the stool with outstretched arms as she pulled the ropes as tight as she could from the workbench and tied them off. With arms tightly spread high and wide above her, Janet returned to lift Lisa's legs with one arm and remove the stool with the other. Without any reaction coming from Lisa, Janet retrieved the readied broom handle and in less than a minute had Lisa's legs pulled more than four feet apart and secured. Within a few seconds more, Lisa felt a huge heavy weight added first to one leg, then the other. The additional 40+ pounds added much more stress on her arms. 'This was going to be a long, hard ordeal' she said to herself. Compared to the stress she had experienced while trying to hang from her closet door, this was much worse. Lisa, knowing that it was going to get even more painful as the hours passed, slumped peacefully as Janet used the stool to attach the S-hook to Lisa's single hair braid, then tied the rope end to the rope around Lisa's waist. She left enough slack that Lisa could raise her head upright, but not any more forward than that.

Janet casually leaned against the workbench, studying her young and beautifully figured best friend hanging spread eagled from her garage rafters. Her perfectly straight out stretched arms and legs, along with now a perfectly flat and elongated belly, was even sexually stimulating to her. Lisa's outer pussy lips were spread open and very wet. Her small but well formed breasts protruded out from her chest, exposed and asking for attention. Janet felt a funny feeling come over her as she admired this stretched out woman. Then feeling a small flow of juices in her vagina, quickly turned away and gulped down the remainder of her drink. 

Picking up the wide belt, she behind Lisa, untied her hair rope, threw it over her shoulder, then stepped back. Never doing this before, she raised her arm. Swishing it through the air a few times to get its feel while recalling Lisa's pleading to lay it on hard, swung her arm as hard as she could across the center of her back. A loud crack broke the silence as Lisa's head shot backwards. As the leather fell away, bright red skin traced the path of its contact against the otherwise flesh toned skin surrounding it. With little hesitation, wanting to fulfill Lisa's wishes, she laid three more dreadful lashes upon the now slightly flinching, head reeling, and gag moaning young woman.

With no sounds coming from Lisa except her moaning, Janet laid five good solid smacks on Lisa's ass with the same results. Following instructions, Janet moved to her front and put five lashes on her belly, then, knowing these would hurt the most being a woman herself, wasn't quite so hard with the five lashes on Lisa's breasts. While doing this, Janet again admired Lisa's small mounds with an unusual charm.

Setting down the whip, Janet took for a minute to inspect the marks to see if any cuts had appeared, then took the hair rope in hand. Tucking it under the hip rope, the drew Lisa's head back to where the rope was snug, then tied it off. Not seeing any rapid action of her hands for release, Janet picked up her drink glass and walked in the house for a refill.

Lisa slowly felt her body relax as the appalling pain from the whipping subsided into a smaller, continuous burning sensation. She was stunned find how well Janet could handle the whip. The lashes hurt almost as much as she hoped they would. Perhaps she would self learn how to swing it even better so it hurt more. She had figured out beforehand that with 20 lashes an hour, and estimating Janet would be awake about 16 hours a day, over a 2 day period that would be total of 640 lashes. Yes, she knew it would be a lot to take, and hoping she would not pass out during any of them, now began wishing that she had made it 30 lashes an hour, or perhaps 40! Maybe she could get Janet to do that many to her three months from now, on Bobby's birthday. But for now, she would just have to enjoy what she got. Knowing that by any means she wasn't going to end this long awaited infliction of pain and suffering prematurely, Lisa slumped in her bonds to await her next, and hopefully harsher, whipping.

(to be continued)



Lisa's Guilt Ch. 03



This story is a work of fiction. Thank you for taking the time to read this submission and is a sequential story. It starts out in Chapter 1, so start there in order to figure out what's going on. Votes and feedback are appreciated. Enjoy!

And if you're wondering about what Lisa did that she wishes all this done her, just wait! It's coming in a few more chapters. Please be patient... I believe you will find it interesting, and for some people, enough to made them do just what Lisa thinks she deserves.

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Lisa's Guilt - Chapter 3, Emerging Desires

Janet refilled her drink and sat on the sofa after switching on the TV by habit. She tried to simply continue her normal 'husband away for a few weeks on business' routine, but the mental picture of Lisa hanging by her wrists in the garage with bowling balls hung on her ankles with bright red whip marks was too distracting. A woman suffering of her own desire; and she was part of it now. She had come to justify it in her mind after Lisa's first asking her by knowing it really wasn't hurting anyone else, except Lisa of course, So there really wasn't anything wrong being done here. The woman in the garage was suffering, but she knew she wouldn't die. So be it! I'll do my part of this as her closest friend, then it be over and done. Besides, most likely Lisa would break in a short time anyway. She must be in great pain by now, Perhaps with this next whipping.

But what was really bothering Janet was the fact that she was beginning to admire Lisa's body and present situation in a more interesting and erotic fashion. She really didn't know how to figure it out as it was a completely new type of admiration she had never felt before. Was she beginning to like seeing this? Or even like to doing painful things like this to another woman? What was the thinking? Definitely she needed a distraction!

So Janet tried to concentrate on the movie showing on the tube right now while paying attention to the clock. At exactly 7:00 o'clock she refreshed her drink again and stepped into the garage with a determined yet confused mind. With a skillful approach, she asked if Lisa was ready to quit.

"So, are you ready to give me the names of your accomplices yet?" Janet demanded as she approached Lisa.

Not seeing any sort of signal from Lisa, Janet proceeded to untie the hair rope over Lisa's shoulder and picked up the thin belt.

"If you talk now, you won't get a whipping from this pretty thin piece of leather!" Janet stated as she saw Lisa's raised head look at it as Janet began to swish it in front of her. After shaking her head 'No', Janet moved to lay the first lash on one of the already red areas on Lisa's back. This thin belt didn't make near as much noise as the wide belt, but from Lisa's reaction, it sure hurt a lot more. Janet found herself unconsciously smiling.

Lisa, after throwing her head back, moaned strongly as her arms unconsciously retracted to lift her slightly. With more than forty extra pounds hanging off of Lisa's ankles, the pain must have been really extreme to make her do that! This was really going to be a tough few minutes for Lisa to endure.

"Now are you ready to talk?" Janet asked again, expecting her to surely give up now!

With a shake of Lisa's head indicating a 'No', Janet completed the first ten strokes on her backside. As the pain subsided, and without any remorse, Janet began the prescribed lashings to the frontal areas after tossing the hair rope back over her shoulder. Hitting already tenderized spots, and sometimes virgin skin, Lisa thrashed and moaned with each lash. This belt was definitely crueler that the wide one. This was displayed even more while lashing her breasts. Then the tip of the belt landed right on Lisa's left nipple on the last lash. A spurt of pee shot out from Lisa as the tip stung such a tender orb caught Janet's eye. Janet returned the belt to the workbench. With a slight grin, now remembering she had had forgotten to lay out a mat, she picked one up and unfolded it. Wiping up the small amount of piss with the absorbent side, she then spread it under Lisa. Again Janet asked for names. Getting no response, she redid the hair rope, inspected for cuts, and applied the nipple clips without hesitation. Lisa's nipples were only slightly erect, so much more skin was encased between the clips savage teeth than just her bud. From the arching of Lisa's back, Janet knew Lisa couldn't take much more of this.

Moaning towards the ceiling, Lisa was now in more pain than she had ever experienced before. The combination of the pain in her arms and shoulders, still burning thin belt stripes, and nipple clips biting so deeply into her nipples was tremendous. Janet admired her friends now sweating body, patted her on the taut belly, and picked up her drink. Leaning up against the workbench, she took a few minutes to stare at this tortured woman. God, she was beautiful! Feeling heat building up in her own pleasure spots, she left the suffering woman to her misery while turning out the garage lights.

After a few minutes, Lisa again was able to simply slump into her tethered position as the pain subsided, but this time she was in much greater pain. She could feel the thin belts red trails much easier than the wide belt ones as they still continued to burn. The next hour of her suspension was now going to seem much longer. The pain in her wrists, arms, and her shoulders increased every second, although the pain from her nipples subsided a bit. She thanked herself for having the guts to do this and happily closed her eyes to the darkness. Oddly, she anxiously awaited the next whipping. And even as the alligator clips pressed into her, she kind of wished she had some on her pussy lips. Perhaps she should have gotten a dozen clips instead of just two!

Janet, amazed by the fortitude Lisa was displaying after two of what she knew were painful whippings, again sat down on the sofa to think things out. Concerned about other things, she had turned off the TV off first. She had just given Lisa plenty of opportunities to end this thing, yet she willingly refused. Was she this strong, this tuff, to take all this punishment like her Grandmother?

Janet's thoughts were interrupted by Ron's normal nightly phone call whenever he was out of town. They chatted as normally for quit awhile, with Janet mentioning Lisa had come to visit for the weekend. The thing was she didn't want Ron to know anything about what they were doing. Besides, Lisa was a good friend with him too. So, if upon returning, and a neighbor mentioned something about Lisa being there, it wouldn't be anything abnormal as Lisa did visit them both from time to time. And after them both saying their last 'I love you' and 'goodnight darling', Janet saw it was already a bit past eight. This time letting her now empty glass behind, she went to the garage.

Lisa, still not giving in, took her whipping as before with the wide belt. Removing the nipple clips first, Janet gave Lisa several chance's to talk, ending up just giving Lisa more red marks to think about until next time. Janet tried to lash Lisa on just the few remaining unmarked areas. No difference. No giving up. Lisa's mind was set. No surrendering. No mercy for her. She didn't want it.

After tying Lisa's head back to the crotch rope, Janet wondered why she heard such loud painful moans when she removed the nipple clips. Why should removing a torture device hurt when taking it off? Not thinking very seriously about it, Janet left the garage immediately so as not to cloud her mind with more unusual feelings and sensations gained while adoring Lisa's body and suffering. Also, she had to pee, and was slightly more than interested in fulfilling another of Lisa's wishes. Did Lisa really want to drink Janet's piss? She picked up an oval shaped Tupperware container on her way to the bathroom. 

Although in a lot of pain, Lisa wondered where Jan had gone so quickly. This was answered when Janet returned a few minutes later as she heard the stool moved, then shortly her gag was removed just before warm urine was poured into her wide open mouth. With her head pulled back so severely, there was no way she could close it. Of course she wouldn't have, even if she could. Pouring it slowly, every mouthful was swallowed that was given her. Janet dumped a small amount of the remainder on her face. Wanting to thank Jan, she did so in a very soft voice when done. It was the torment she deserved as the vial liquid ran down her body. And though Lisa had wished the urine would have tasted much worse than it did, she was grateful for this humiliating torment as the gag was shoved back into her mouth.

Shortly after, Lisa felt fingers grab and pull on her left pussy lip. Then, like a lightning bolt, pain shot up from this most tender flesh to her brain. She couldn't restrain her moderately loud moan as the alligator clips sharp teeth snapped closed on the bare flesh. Oh my God! That hurts!! And then, following instructions about giving no mercy, her right pussy lip exploded in pain. In more agony than she had ever been before, Lisa heard Janet's voice over her own suffering.

"Are you ready to tell me the other names of your ruthless gang that is harassing the most pure Arian race on Earth?"

From the intense pain she was in, Lisa thought about it a bit before shacking her head 'No'.

Janet just shrugged her shoulders and turned out the lights again as she left the garage. 'God, this woman is strong!' she though. And after the nine and ten o'clock whippings and clip swapping, Janet decided the next one was going to be the one that would do it. At eleven, after changing out of her usual jeans and blouse into just panties and a long t-shirt, she entered the garage.

Lisa hung motionless, her arms and legs spread wide, with a torso almost completely covered with various shades of red stripes crisscrossing both her front and back. Alternating the alligator chips, they again hung from Lisa's pussy lips. 

"Are you ready to talk now bitch?" Janet snarled as she picked up the thin belt.

Lisa, momentarily startled by the tone and phrase of Janet's voice, was quick to pick up that Janet was playing the roll of a real interrogator. Responding with a simple shake of her head 'No'. This is what Lisa had realized from deep inside she had really wanted. What she had hoped for. To feel the pain of a real torturer. To feel that deep, unrelenting, agonizing, physical pain. One that the tortured victim could not put an end to. Pain that someone like her deserved, would never forget, and hopefully never end.

Janet's heart rate quickened as she realized how much she enjoyed Lisa's anguish. How without any hesitation, and never even thinking about touching another's woman's pussy before, simply grabbed Lisa's pussy lip's. And then pulled the out to add the alligator clips to them. And oddly felt a desire to do more to add to this woman's misery. She was startled at thinking such a thing. Was she really that type of person? It was hard to comprehend, but here it was. She couldn't deny it! She stared slightly up at her suffering friend, enjoying viewing a beautiful young woman who was going to endure many more hours of torture. On impulse she had put the alligator clips on Lisa's pussy lips, which she knew would be excruciating, so why did she have the urge to even do more to this poor woman. Janet stared continuously at Lisa's tortured body, wrestling between her upbringing and her new desires. Remembering what Lisa asked Janet to do her, she was confused and concerned about her newly developing desires. But suddenly the new urge took control of her.

"OK then. You asked for it!" Janet spouted as the undid the hair rope and swiftly began inflicting an additional five of the hardest strikes of the thin whip she had ever delivered to all four areas; especially the breasts. Lisa was twisting and turning in her bonds as never before, with the loudest muffled screams she had even heard. Welts appeared where each lash had landed. Sweat began to severely cover every inch of her body. While in a daze, Lisa felt her head once again pulled into its backwards position as Janet retied the hair rope. This time even tighter than before.

While Lisa still squirmed from the horrific whipping just given her, Janet walked up to her front, grabbing the front of Lisa's crotch rope and giving it a hefty tug with one hand while tightly finger nail pinching the right nipple. 

"If you don't talk now, it's going to get much worse when I return tomorrow. Is that clear?"

Lisa remained silent as Janet then slowly ran the nail of her index fingers along the streaks of welts raising from Lisa's taught skin of her abdomen, then her chest and breasts. These were the first really good welts from all the previous whippings, and it was plain to see they had captured Janet's interest. As she moved her hands around to Lisa's backside, Janet began to come to the realization that she was finding the sensations coming from her finger tips touching these warm soft lumps of smooth flesh giving pleasure to her. Subconsciously commanded, she wanted to feel Lisa's battered skin with the entire surface of her hands.

Slowly opening her hands, Janet gently slid them up and down Lisa's now tender back several times, then stroked her sides in the same manor before massaging Lisa's small and firm ass cheeks. Almost unable to control herself now, Janet now found her arms reach around to Lisa's front side, first caressing Lisa's elongated belly, then cupping her breasts while slightly tweaking her nipples. Lisa, uttering a distinctive moan of pleasure, not pain, brought Janet out of her almost trance like state she had gotten into and stepped back.

"So you like that, do you." Janet said devilishly as she regained control of herself while placing her hands on her hips. Looking over Lisa's displayed body, she figured she should inflict some more pain on Lisa before retiring for the evening to remove any pleasurable feelings. Seeing the alligator clips still attached on Lisa's pussy lips, and knowing they hurt more than just on her nipples, smiled. Lisa herself had told her to have no mercy. To make everything hurt. So, taking time to think about it, Janet went to pee.

Returning, Lisa was given another mouthful of warm piss, with the remainder dumped over her hair and body. Stepping off the stool, Janet set the Tupperware down before picking up the ball of heavy string. Cutting off two 4 foot lengths of string, she sat down on the stool squarely facing Lisa's pussy. After tying one end of each string to an alligator clip, Janet scanned the garage for some type of weights. Then suddenly came up with a new idea. She brought the string from Lisa's left pussy lip to Lisa's left foot. Then forcing her left foot as much as she could, tied the string off tightly to the big toe. When Janet removed her hand, Lisa's foot dropped back into its natural position. The left pussy lip was stretched out a good two inches. From Lisa's body reaction, including a loud moan, Janet knew that must really hurt. Within two minutes the right pussy lip was secured in the same manner. Standing back up, Janet stepped back and admired her work for at least five minutes as Lisa struggled to hold her feet pointed upwards before going back into the house.

Never suspecting Janet to add more tortures than what she had on her instruction sheet, Lisa was more happy than sorry for this change. The clips were supposed to be on her nipples for the night, but this would be the same or worst. It was what she wanted. A long painful night. A very long night. She knew she would just have to cope with the constant agony. And now was added the constant strain of having to at least try to maintain her feet pointed upwards. She knew she wouldn't be able to maintain her foot's stressed position very long. Dropping her toes even an inch doubled the pain. And with her feet back to normal position the pain increased ten fold. She thought about ending this torment, but Hell, she had only endured a first few hours. She deserved the pain she was already in! And all the rest she was to suffer until the 48 hours was up. This was only right. She simply hung in her bonds and closed her eyes. She knew she would not be sleeping tonight. 

As she hung in constant torment, Lisa thought about Janet. Janet didn't know about Lisa's total denial of sexual pleasure for so many years. She wondered if Janet knew just how much that both the gentle and ungentle petting of her body had tormented her. What was that all about? At the apartment, Janet had never had given any inkling of doing girl on girl sex. Was Janet secretly gay? Was Janet going to continue teasing her? Lisa then tried to slow down her thoughts. It was going to be a very long, painful night. She needed to rest to be able to endure tomorrows tortures.

For Janet, it too was going to be a long night too. She poured herself a straight shot of whisky, dumping it down her throat in one gulp. Pouring herself another, she took it to the kitchen table and sat down. It bothered her a lot that an upstanding righteous woman as herself could not only think of such a diabolical torture as she just placed on another woman, much less her best friend. And then to stand there, enjoying seeing Lisa suffering all kinds of pain. She knew she was going to need help getting to sleep tonight. Picking up the second shot, she chugged it down before going to her bedroom. She set her alarm clock to 2 AM, and Ron's at 4 AM, to check on Lisa. Pulling off her t-shirt by the laundry hamper, as she always slept with just panties, she walked to the bed. A coolness in her crotch told her she was a little bit more than moist down there. Oh God! Not only was she enjoying torturing that woman in the garage, but it was turning her on too! Her mind swirling, she put on clean panties after wiping herself.

Slipping under her warm covers, the picture of Lisa hanging by her wrists, struggling to keep from extremely stretching her pussy lips, persisted to dominate her mind. She thought through all the things that little woman was enduring, yet Lisa persisted in accepting the pain. All she had to do was say a few names! So why was this Lisa's choice? Just to test herself? And really, if righteous Jan was enjoying it, why hope that Lisa would continue to suffer, yet hope she would call an end to it also. More absurd, small burst's of how she could bring on even more pain for Lisa popped up every now and then. 

With the mental image of Lisa strung up, Janet then recalled running her hands all over Lisa's body. Was that the reason she unconsciously became sexually excited? She remembered she enjoyed it. It wasn't like making love with Ron, yet it really was enjoyable. She liked touching Lisa, with her soft fingers gently caressing that soft, delicate, yet damaged skin. The soft rolling curves of the welts and Lisa's breasts were delightful to touch. Then, finding herself unconsciously caressing her own bikini shaved pussy, came to the conclusion that she liked touching Lisa's body. It was making her hot. As her hand started moving onto her clit, and began to move faster and faster, within minutes she came to a climax. Her back arched, breathing heavily, she slowly settled back down to contemplate. Even after her orgasm making her more tired, Janet was having a hard time getting to sleep as her mind tried to analyze all her experiences since Lisa arrived. Finally the exhaustion and drinks overcame her, falling into a restful bliss, one hand tucked firmly between her legs and under her panties, resting pleasingly on her love mound.

(to be continued)



Lisa's Guilt Ch. 04



This story is a work of fiction. Thank you for taking the time to read this submission and is a sequential story. It starts out in Chapter 1, so start there in order to figure out what's going on. Votes and feedback are appreciated. Enjoy!

And if you're wondering about what Lisa did that she wishes all this done to her, just one more chapter after this one. Please be patient... I believe you will find it interesting, and for some people, enough to made them do just what Lisa thinks she deserves.

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Lisa's Guilt - Chapter 4, Getting Serious

Janet did get up at each ring of the alarm clock to check on Lisa. After turning on the garage lights, and putting a halfhearted blow of the thin belt across Lisa's back to make sure she was conscious, asked for names. Lisa would stir her very sore body, but didn't signal in any way. Janet smiled at how wide apart and stretched out Lisa's pussy lips were now. Not understanding how she could endure such pain. Both times Janet slid herself back into her warm, soft bed. Surely Lisa would give in soon. Well, then again, it would be nice if she didn't! 

Suddenly Janet sat upright in bed. Her eyes wide open and rapidly examining her surroundings. It was her bedroom, and she was in bed. But she had just been in the garage? She was relentlessly whipping Lisa with the thin belt... but wait! No... It was she that was now hanging by her hands and being whipped! But what the Hell????? She crossed her arms over her breasts for protection, finding her body hot and sweaty. How could she even think of such a thing! She had never thought about being tied up, much less be whipped! Was her subconscious playing tricks on her? Now taking more time to confirm where she was, she settled down to fact that it was just a dream.

Looking at the clock to see that it was only a little after 8:00, the light coming through the window was enough for Janet to get up and leisurely stroll to the bathroom. Pulling down her panties, she was amazed to see how her late last night's clean panties were close to being soaked. But why? Thinking this early was hard, but then she remembered last night's dream. She sat motionless on the toilet, again pondering about the changes that had occurred in her life over the past few hours. It wasn't just the addition of realizing she liked doing nasty things to another woman, but also her actual physical actions she committed to Lisa in the garage last night. To get such pleasure out of touching her. What was it that her inner self desired to do? And more important, if she listened to her inner desires, what kind of woman was she going to become?

She simply sat there for several minutes thinking, without releasing her bladder, then remembered that she needed the Tupperware cup. Standing back up while kicking her panties off, she walked naked to get the container and check on her weekend guest. Turning on the lights, since there were no windows in the garage, she gave a strong 'good morning' slap on Lisa's butt. Not hearing anything other than the usual moan, she remembered where they stood in the game. 

"Well French-e, it's morning time. Now it's your choice to be taken down, have a nice breakfast sitting at a table with lots of orange juice, bacon, egg's, and even sausage. And then have a nice long sleep in a very warm and soft bed. And it does seem to be a bit chilly in here... Especially for a naked woman as you to spend a night just hanging there! So all you need to do is simply TELL ME A FEW NAMES!! That's it! That's all! Just a name or two and your suffering will end! So just do it!!"

With her body in complete agony, her minds desire to remain in her present state overwhelmed her body's desire for relief. She refused to give in. She kept her entire body motionless so as not to signal Janet she wanted to be taken down. So even though she figured that Janet had replaced the clips on her pussy lips with burning candles during the night, she had to continue to endure. Her punishment needed to continue!

Man, oh man! Did this take Janet by surprise. How could a person take all this pain when there was a way to end it all! Sure, she wanted to be treated like the was really being tortured to give information, but wasn't she taking this too far? After picking up the Tupperware, Janet slowly turned and walked up to Lisa. With her free hand she now gently massaged Lisa's breasts for several minutes before returning back to the bathroom.

While peeing into the container, Janet noticed how sexually wet she had already become. Well, she enjoyed playing with Lisa's breasts, but did it affect her more than what she thought? Finished, and while wiping her entire bottom, even the soft touch to her pussy lips sent a lightning bolt of lust up her spine. Her mind recalled how good morning sex with Ron was. Should she get out her toy to masturbate after taking care of Lisa? Deciding she should take care of Lisa's tortures first, but with a twist. Janet would have breakfast first.

Janet went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Intentionally leaving the door open so Lisa could savor the mouthwatering aromas, Janet brewed the coffee, fried bacon and eggs, and toasted some bread in preparation of a busy day. She remained nude, deciding it really didn't make any difference since there were only the two of them in the house. Both of them nude. But making today's breakfast was different from any other time she had made it before. She had fried bacon many times before with just her bikini panties on, and those dam hot spatters of grease landing on her bare belly was very annoying. But today they didn't bother her at all. She accepted the pain without physically moving, except finding her cunt muscles automatically tightening. This was weird! Well, people change as they grow older she remembered, so continued frying. 

As she settled down to enjoy her breakfast, she again tried sorting out all the thoughts since Lisa arrived. By the she finished, she had come to some concrete resolves. She was not a Sadist, just because she was enjoying torturing Lisa. But she didn't wish at all to torture someone who didn't want to be tortured. She also enjoyed sexually touching Lisa, so why not continue touching her as much as she wanted. She herself got sexually stimulated from doing it, and it shouldn't matter if Lisa liked it or not! In a torture chamber, the victim has no say in the matter. In fact, the victim has to endure whatever is done to them. She was now going to really let lose on Lisa, with no mercy or hesitation. This is role Lisa wanted Janet to play, so let's play! Janet was to play the role of a Nazi interrogator to the hilt. Perhaps even dressing as one. She did have a black leather vest and matching mini skirt. Well, maybe later.

As for ways to torture Lisa to make her talk, the whippings and clips weren't the only things the Nazis would have used. She was going to do whatever she could think of, as long as it didn't permanently mark her. While finishing her coffee, she tried to remember anything done to torture people from books she read, or even seen in movies. These were hard to recall now since she never paid much attention to them before. But for right now, why not another good whipping.

After placing her container of urine in the refrigerator, Janet walked into the garage and released the hair rope so Lisa could raise her head to look at Janet as she spoke. Then leaning up against the workbench with crossed arm's the only thing covering her body, started speaking.

"Well Miss French bitch. Didn't you have a good night's sleep? I did, and in a nice warm soft bed. And I had a nice hot breakfast. You choose not to. What a stupid whore you are. You know that you will eventually tell us what you know. And if you think your suffering now, just wait! I know how much your arms and shoulder's must hurt now, but it's going to get a lot worse. And how about that pussy of yours? Don't you wish you didn't have one now? I'm in charge here, and I can let you hand like that for days. I could even let you hang like that until you die. Kind of like being crucified I would say. Well, maybe I could do did, but then again I like to keep young women alive so I can torture them for weeks on end until they die. So is this what you want to happen, or are you willing to talk now?" 

Janet saw Lisa achingly raise her head to listen to Jan's speech. It was easy to see in Lisa's eyes how much agony she was in, but looking for any type of ending signal from her, none was made. The interesting thing was, while waiting for a response, Janet noticed Lisa's engorged clit protruding much more between the crotch ropes. What a wonderful lump of flesh to torment Janet was thinking. Should she, or shouldn't she, put one of those alligator clips on such a sensitive organ of the human body. She focused on it for a few moments, then decided that the rules said she could do almost anything she wanted. She did think for a moment how it feel if her own clit was clipped, shuttering at the thought, then went to make the nasty changes to torment Lisa even more.

"I do hope you decide to give me what I want, otherwise you're going to enter a whole new world of agony." 

Untying the strings pulling Lisa's pussy lips down, with Lisa's head now free, swung her head as each lip went back to their normal state. But as Janet unclipped each lip, Lisa's exhausted body arched a lot as her head swung wildly for almost a minute. Like it or not, Janet enjoyed watching Lisa's reactions during that time. Janet then positioned one open clip over Lisa's very exposed clit. And as the actions subsided, let the clip literally snap closed on it's target. Oh God!! What a spectacle. Lisa thrashed about as best as she could, emitting a slightly loud scream, but there was no escape from this pain. Janet stood up to watch Lisa's reactions. It was amazing. Within a few minutes Lisa's sweat got so thick that it began to drip from her feet. Adding to her urine, the mat's did well to absorb ever bit of it. Yes, it was beginning to smell, but Janet now accepted it as part of enjoying giving pain to another woman

After a few minutes, Janet's desire to lash Lisa again erupted. She picked up the thin whip and moved behind Lisa. This time she didn't stop at 20 strokes divided among the basic areas, but made it 40 instead. Lisa's did react as best she could to the brutal assault, but when only halfway through, stopped moving entirely. Thinking Lisa was just completely exhausted, Janet completed her strokes. Setting down the whip, she decided to get another cup of coffee. Passing Lisa, she gave Lisa a very hard twist and pinch on her left nipple. Strangely, she didn't hear a moan. Janet stopped, staring up at Lisa's head, then stepped back. 

Fearing the worst, she quickly grabbed the stool and within seconds was removing Lisa's gag. Her eye's where closed, but she was still breathing. Finally realizing she just must have passed out from the pain, Janet caressed her best friends head and then body. After several minutes, and thinking this is the only rest she's had for almost a day, gave Lisa a soft kiss on her forehead. Quietly getting down from the stool, Janet left Lisa to her vacation from feeling pain by closing the door while entering the house.

Refilling her cup of coffee, Janet slowly approached the kitchen table to sit down. Lisa's passing out like this brought many realizations to Janet and needed to sort them out. That poor girl in the garage must have been in great pain to have gone unconscious.. Yet she won't give in? Then to try to simulate what Lisa was going through, imagined herself hanging like that while being abused by being whipped among other things. This made Janet shutter, but suddenly it occurred to her that this was exactly what her dream was all about last night! Oh my God!! No! No way... She couldn't take that sort of abuse, nor did she even want to try it! She was just a normal person who wanted to live a normal life. Being upset with herself, she chugged the cup of coffee, got up, made herself an early hi-ball, then grabbed a dusting cloth.

Going to the bedroom, she made her bed and dusted everything there. As hard as she tried, she could not stop the alternating flashes in her mind of either Lisa handing in the garage, or her in Janet's place. She figured if she kept working those images would end. As she went to the living room to dust, she remembered she was still nude, so went back to the bedroom to at least put on panties and a long t-shirt. But as she sit down to put on her panties did she finally notice how wet her bottom was. Again it was almost dripping. Why was this happening. Going to the bathroom to wash herself, she sat down to think. Yes, she was slightly horny...

And petting Lisa's body just a short time ago did raise her desire's a bit, but was it affecting this much? And those images that she keeps recalling. Why is her brain doing this to her? She got up and cleaned herself, got dressed in the items she normally wore, then continued her normal tasks as best she still fighting off her unwanted visions.

After about an hour, she decided to take a break, checking in on Lisa first. Lisa still hung motionless, her arms and legs entirely straight from the much more than normal body weight she was supporting. Still concerned about her friends welfare, Janet got up on the stool and spoke softly to her.

"Lisa. Are you conscious again?"

Slowly Lisa opened her tear stained eye's and found Janet's face right next to hers. She found her mouth free of the soft filling she had become familiar with, but still held mostly wide open from her head being restrained in such a backwards position. She had heard Jan's voice, yet unable to figure out what she said. Trying to form her very dry and distorted mouth, she was able to form sort of a 'Oh Janet' after several try's. And, oh God, her body hurt! 

"Lisa, my suffering and dearest friend. I think we should end this thing now. I'll take you down so I can take good care of you. You've suffered enough already without breaking."

As Quickly as she heard that, Lisa began to do the best she could to yell "No... No...". "Leave me...". "Torture Me..." while shaking her head 'No'.

Janet, caressing Lisa's checks as she made her plea, couldn't believe what she heard Lisa say. Lisa's been hanging for, well, about 16 hours now. And sure, she was enjoying her suffering, but now had become very concerned about really hurting her bad. Like really bad. But trying to stay true to her promise, wanted to confirm her seemingly wish to continue.

"Do you really want to continue your torture?"

A distorted "Yes" came from Lisa, causing a perplexed expression on Janet's face.

"Well, okay. But I've got some nice cold piss for you to drink before I increase your pain level!"

Well... Okay... If Lisa wanted to play hard, well so could she! Janet now concluded she would only perform slightly more pain. Janet had reached an ending point. She got he chilled urine from the refrigerator and poured it in Lisa's mouth. But this time she didn't do it slowly. Dumping it fast enough to keep the mouth full, finally Lisa gagged and flushed more than a mouthful up and running down her body. Then after giving Lisa a few normal gulps, dumped the rest of it slowly across the entire chest. But after seeing that the piss seemed to flow around Lisa's breasts rather than onto them, went back to the bathroom. It was time for her to release after the coffee she had drunk. She had a good amount, returning this time to make sure all of Lisa was adorned with this elegant smell. The tit's and hair got a good amount, and the down her back. Then leaving Lisa's gag off intentionally, at least until her next whipping or torture, Janet left to return to her hi-ball in the living room. She did close the door to the garage this time, The smell of fermenting urine was getting pretty strong. It was just 11:00, so with a button press on the remote, she was watching a good movie she knew would be on.

As she watched the entire movie, only getting up at noon to make herself another hi-ball. But even after it ended a while before 1:00, she ended up both hungry and still full of images and questions. Why should she picture herself hanging like Lisa? Why did Lisa want to continue being tortured when already in such a state of extreme agony? And since Lisa said she wished even more pain, what else could she do to Lisa that wouldn't cause any lasting marks? She couldn't whip hard enough to cut her skin. She couldn't burn her with flames or hot irons. She couldn't cut or stick knifes into her. While making lunch, all these thought's flooded her mind. Then, as she sat down to eat, it came to her. The Internet! Maybe there she could find a few things dealing with torture. She finished her meal, then figured she better check in on Lisa. Boy, the garage smelled bad!

Accepting it as part of this kind of play, Janet circled Lisa very slowly for two reasons. She was accessing both her suffering and beautiful body. What a beautiful pair of breasts she had. And that sculptured flat stomach flowing down to her love mound. The shaved pussy. Her perfectly shaped legs would surely win any beauty contest. God couldn't have created a more perfect female creature. Well, maybe besides herself, but it was hard to refrain from petting Lisa's now dried urine coated flesh.

At last Janet stopped her inspection tour and got back into her integrator mode. Other than the hair tie, the only other thing causing pain to Lisa was the alligator clip on her clit. And it had been on her clit a long time. She decided to take it off to move to a nipple, and began to reach for it, when she stopped. Looking up at Lisa, she thought she better make a statement first.

"Listen up well Bitch! I'm going to remove that nasty clip from your filthy clit and put both clips back on your nipples. Those little useless bumps you have on your flat chest have been neglected long enough. Now I took your gag off so you'll last a lot longer just for my pleasure to see you suffer. So, if I hear anything like a scream from you, in goes the gag again! You can moan all you want while I make the switch, but nothing more. Got it?.

Soon Janet heard a faint noise that sound like Lisa's agreeing reply, so she released the hideous torture implement fron her clit. Indeed there was a load moan, along with rapid head movements, but no scream. Smiling both from the extraordinary pain that this brought to Lisa, and her correct assessment that the clips removal would be painful, continued. Opening the alligator clip as wide as possible, and not wanting to touch Lisa's now filthy flesh, centered it over Lisa's left nipple. Pushing and twisting until the inside was full of tender skin, she let it snap closed. Lisa wasn't finished moaning from the clit pain that the moan turned once again into being very loud as the nipple clip was put on. This time Janet rested back on the workbench for several minute's to absorb Lisa's torment until she was quiet. Then cruelly, she picked up the other clip and did the same to her other nipple. A repeat of moans brought out a steady stream of urine at the same time. It's then that Janet noticed it was the same nipple as the whit tip had left a large welt right on it. 'Too bad' Janet thought as she left the garage after leaving one last comment.

"Enjoy yourself! I'll be back sometime today to see how you're doing..."

Janet refreshed her more than still half full hi-ball, then went into the spare bedroom/office to sit down at the computer. The crotch of her panties were really wet with her pussy juices, but gave in to reality that this was turning her on. So why change again. She might as well get used to it. Turning the computer on, after booting up, she first checked her e-mails. Of course there were some from Ron. She read them first, and fascinated by the attached pictures, was delighted to reply a sincere 'Thank you Dear so much for your loving words and beautiful pictures. I really miss you Dear, and can't wait until you return to love me again in person!! Have a pleasant day, and safe trip home Dear! xoxoxoxo"




Lisa's Guilt Ch. 05



This story is a work of fiction. Thank you for taking the time to read this submission and is a sequential story. It starts out in Chapter 1, so start there in order to figure out what's going on. Votes and feedback are appreciated. Enjoy!

And for those Sherlock Homes or detectives types reading this story, Lisa's big crime will be exposed in the next chapter. It's just about done, then needs proof reading, so it won't be too long a wait. Please be patient...And I would like to hear from the few who made the right guess about why Lisa thinks she deserves such punishment. Think about what could accidentally happen in your life to feel the need to be punished for the rest of your life? 

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Lisa's Guilt - Chapter 5, Decision Made

After Janet read several more moderately long stories, while fingering herself of course, she glanced at the clock. Oh God! It was almost 5:30. She knew Lisa had been left like she was for well over three hours. Wiping herself, she walked quickly into the garage. Lisa hung moaning but motionless. Moving around to her front, Janet was shocked to see how much her breasts had been stretched down. The strong alligator clips had held on, but with a deadly grip. Some blood was visible around each clip, although really not too much. However, her tit's had been stretched out to more than twice their original length. In one context, Janet felt a new flow of her own juices as she focused on Lisa's tortured breasts. But at the same time became very concerned about Lisa's welfare. Stepping away, it was time to see how Lisa felt about her condition.

"Lisa... Are you ready to give me any names now?"

Her answer was slow to come, however it was not what Janet expected. It was a very low and stressed 'No'.

Undecided what to do for a minute, Janet came to abide to Lisa's wishes by picking up the thin whip. Proceeding to begin whipping Lisa's already fully welted ass, she then proceed to whip first the left side of her back, then her right. She had it to do it this way because the had not removed the hair rope tied to Lisa's waist rope. And almost all the time there were on half hearted moans coming from Lisa, but near the end of the back whipping, they stopped. Moving to her front, Janet laid a very welt making lash on Lisa's belly. But there was no reaction! No moan. Janet set the whip down, then moved the stool to stand and be next to Lisa's face.

Calling out her name, Lisa did not respond. Janet then took her face in her hands and shook it slightly. There was still no reaction. Then noticing Lisa's shallow breathing, used a finger to pull open one of Lisa's closed eyelids to find her eyeball rolled back! Okay... Time to end this torture "test'. 'She's had enough, wishes or not!'

Janet jumped to the floor and moved to undo the tit torture first. After untying one string at a time, she slowly removed the tension, then very slowly opened the alligator clip encasing slightly more than the nipple. Lisa must have been out cold since she displayed no reaction to the release of each clip. Next came the hair rope release, and untying it from her hair. As suspected, Lisa's head remained laid back as it was. Janet was really getting worried about Lisa's condition now!!

Carefully she removed the bowling balls off the broom handle ends, then untied the ankles. She was careful to hold each leg as it became free so she could slowly lower it to hang naturally free below Lisa's torso. After both legs were done, Janet went to the rope ties to let Lisa down, then decided to do one more thing first. She rolled up the urine soaked mat and simply tossed it aside for now. Grabbing a handful of new mats, she spread then out so Lisa wouldn't end up laying on the could concrete floor. Then returning to the tied off suspension ropes, carefully and slowly let Lisa down until her legs were well folded up under her. Tying off the ropes again, Janet wanted to insure Lisa would not end up in a clump. After taking the short time to gently bring Lisa's legs straight out in front of her, she went back to lowering Lisa to the floor. Janet quickly ran to her side, sat down, and took her head in her arms. With great relief, Janet saw Lisa's eye's open ever so slightly.

"Are you all right?"

In a very weak manor, Lisa could only turn her head slightly towards the source of Janet's voice, and while moving her mouth like speaking except no sound emerged, she then simply gave a weak nod of her head.

"Wait here. I'll get you a glass of water." Janet said as she gently placed Lisa's head on the floor and half ran towards the kitchen. Returning with the water, she again sat down to raise Lisa's head to let her take a few gulps.

"Are your sure you're all right?" Janet asked again taking Lisa's head back onto her lap.

This time Lisa was able to get herself to weakly let out a "Yes".

"Good, then I'll help you to the bedroom." Janet said softly as she began to try moving her arms under Lisa to help her up.

With the movement of her body and beginning to moan came "Wait. Wait." Lisa murmured. "Pleaseeeee, don't move me for awhile.".

"Okay... I understand." Janet confirmed. "I'll get a blanket and pillow so you can rest awhile... And is there else I could get you?"

Lisa, slow to reply to anything, tried to form a smile as best as she could before saying very softly "No... Nothing else."

In a very few minutes Janet returned and helped Lisa raise her head to rest on the pillow before covering Lisa with a soft warm blanket. Hearing a weak 'Thank You' from Lisa, Without questioning her decision, Janet sat down next to Lisa's head, gently stroking Lisa's face and left arm. Janet had admired the pain Lisa had endured while she was being tortured, so taking care of her afterwards seemed automatic. As Janet continued to try and comfort her tortured friend in silence, she had many things to think about. Lisa's endurance was unbelievable. She could not imagine herself taking all of what Lisa went through, but perhaps just a little. She began to wonder about how it would feel, And in the stories she read, those women enjoyed being tied up for a period, then even abused more. And in most stories, enhanced their orgasm. Although in a few stories the woman was denied orgasm for days, as well as much longer times. Besides physical torture, this was a sexual torture. Was there really something to this? Mixed in with her last night's dream, this kept her busy for over an hour when Lisa slowly raised her arm to grasp Janet's stroking arm.

"Jan... I think I would like another drink of water, then try to move to a bed. The cold from the floor is really hurting me on my whipped back. And you were to hogtie me until Monday morning."

Lisa's request was still very weak, but in a more clear manner. Janet was glad to hear Lisa speak more clearly, and immediately handed Lisa the still half full glass. Janet was surprised that Lisa took the glass by herself this time, although she moved her arm very slowly in order to drink it all before handing it back. During that time Janet also first noted how cold her butt was. But that didn't matter right now. She had to explain a few things to Lisa, hoping she would understand. Moving her arms to hug Lisa, she tried to explain.

"Lisa,,,,, I have to tell you that it is not Sunday night, and I an not going to hogtie you. It's only late Saturday afternoon, and I took you down because I thing you were going into a state of shock coma, or something. And I care too much about you... Please understand my concern,,,, Besides, you were severely tortured for a full day, yet refused to be let down! So understand that I do respect your wishes, but I care more about your well being."

Lisa, now able to move a little more, twisted her head to look at Jan with eye's slightly more than half open. Grasping Janet's left arm again, expressed in disperse. 

"You mean it's not Sunday night?"

"No... It's late Saturday afternoon. But you were in bad shape... I had to let you down."

Lisa remained silent for a minute, disappointed she hadn't made it to her goal. But even with all of her body aching, wanted to put back up to finish her final day.

"Put me back up... Please Jan... I need it..."

"No. No way! You reached your limit, And so did I... I'm not going to kill you... Don't you understand that! A short time ago I was almost on the verge of calling 911! You were really on the verge of something really bad! So I'm ending this right now! Perhaps we can continue this later, but for right now it's over. It's done... So don't ask me to do anything more to you today. Understand?"

Lisa had to finally accept that her punishment was over for today. But to be honest to herself, she had never had been no where near in as much pain as what she was right now. It seemed every inch of her skin from below her neck to mid-way down her thigh's was raw and burning/. Although right behind her exterior body pain was the internal pain level in her shoulders, then her neck, back, and limb's. And even laying on her back right now was terribly painful. So coming around as she was from her ordeal, thought she would ask Jan to sleep here tonight.

"No. No way!" Jan commanded. "Eventually I'm taking you in the house for a shower or sponge bath. You smell terrible Janet chuckled in an attempt to ease Lisa's craving to continue. "Then off into the guest bed for you" Janet continued. "You need warmth and rest, or else your going to get sick. So don't push me Lisa. Please... Or I'm never help you do anything like this again. And from what you said, you do want to do something like this again. So just do as I say and we'll stay close friends."

Lisa, hearing Jan very clearly, first thought she had given away her secret. Yes, she did wish Jan to put her through the same thing as she had went through, or hopefully even worst. But did she disclose her secret? Well, not really she finally figured. Jan didn't need to know why she wanted these things done to her. And Jan just stated that if she did what Jan told her to do today, more or less, that Jan would torture her again some time. This was too good of an offer to turn down. So being able to turn more towards Janet, and giving her only a slight hug because of her pain, softly voiced her agreement.

"Yes Jan. You are right. That would be best for me. But if you could let me rest for a few minute's more, that would help I think." Lisa said slowly and softly, Then wanting to thank Jan for all she had done so far, opened her eye lid's much more for a minute.

"Jan... Your naked on the top!"

"Yes... Yes I am. And on my bottom too. So what? Didn't you notice me naked when I was whipping you a few times?" Janet replied a little jokingly.

"Well... No. I don't recall it... But at the time I was a little distracted I guess." Lisa tried to giggle.

"I bet you were!" Janet had to laugh at first, then turned serious. "I hope I didn't whip you too hard... I mean, that's what you said you wanted."

"On no... Not at all. You did real good. And thank you Jan, so much, for all that you've done for me up until now. I really appreciate it." Lisa said sincerely while trying to hug Janet's right leg more tightly.

"Oh, you know your welcome. And I must admit I sort of enjoyed whipping you... But don't tell anyone else that! I don't want that to get around, just as I'm sure you don't want me to tell about you. Right?"

"You know I won't tell anyone about that. Remember, we're sisters, and we keep our secrets.

I wouldn't tell anyone even if they tortured me." Lisa said without thinking.

"I already know that!" Janet responded while laughing out loud. Then going into an inquisitive mode followed with "But I can't say that about me. I didn't know how I would hold up under torture like what I just put you through. I mean... Like being strung up. Whipped. Nipple torture. You know... Stuff like that."

"Well, I wouldn't worry too much about it. I don't think anybody is going to torture just to find out that you liked to whip me.?" Lisa said while ending with a weak smile.

"No, I guess not!" Janet giggled. "But do you think you are ready for me to help you to the shower in the guest bathroom?" 

"Wait just a minute, if we can please. Let me try to flex my joints a bit to see how they work."

With Janet's understanding approval, Lisa tried to fold her legs up. It was able to move them more than a bit, hurting like hell. Then flexing her fingers wasn't too bad, although they were still numb. It was her elbows and shoulder's that really hurt. She pointed that out to Jan.

"If you don't mind, can we stay here about half an hour more so I can work on getting a little more movement in my limbs? I think that extra weight really did a job on me. I'll work on moving my limbs while I lay here. Is that okay with you Jan?"

"Of course it is, if it will help you walk better... And I think my cold butt can take it. But what about your back and butt? Isn't the cold floor getting to you?" Janet casually asked.

"Oh no! Not at all. In fact it actually feels good. If you don't know it, by back and butt feel like they're on fire, and the cold feels good. And why don't you go and come back later for me... Or at least get something to sit on if you want to stay?" 

"I thought about that, but I want to stay with you awhile in case you need me. And besides, after what you willingly endured, I think I should be able to endure a cold butt for another half hour. Shouldn't I?" Janet kind of giggled.

"Well, I guess if you want to stay with me, that's very loving of you. But I don't want you to suffer just because of me."

"No, no. That's alright! It will be kind of interesting to see if I can take the pain. As it really shouldn't be that bad with that pad under me... and you. I mean, it's not like being on the bare concrete floor!" Janet said like she had experienced that.

"Oh yes... That is hard to endure for a long time." Lisa said with a meaning.

"What do you mean? Did you have to sit or something on a concrete floor with bare skin for awhile?" Janet asked confused. 

"Ah... Yes... But it sounded like you did!?" Lisa inquired.

"No I haven't... I never had a reason to. But how about you? Where you being punished or something?"

If only Jan knew, but Lisa decided to tell it like it was just another 'test'.

"No, not punished. I just wanted to try something out. So one night at midnight I went to the basement in my apartment building and went to the farthest corner from the stairs. I left the lights off so no one would know someone was down there. And if anyone came down, the lights would come on, and I could dress. With just my flashlight, I took off my t-shirt and shorts. I was completely naked. I set my alarm for 6:00 am, laid face down on the floor, then turned off my flashlight. Then moving out my arms and legs so I was spread-eagled, I spent the whole 6 hours like that without moving. I was kind of proud of that, and would like to try doing it longer sometime. It was quit an experience."

"I'm sure it was an experience... But wasn't it cold? Didn't it hurt?" Janet asked while understanding what she did, but was wondering why. But during Lisa's answering, figured it out.

"Oh God it hurt! My boobs, lower chest and stomach hurt bad within a short time after I laid down. I had to force myself not to move, and I didn't. It was a true relief when the alarm went off so I could finally get up. And I should add that it was complete dark, so I couldn't see what time it was."

"Then you did that to see how cold your grandmother got when she was held naked in her furniture less cell. Right?" Janet expressed like she was winning a prize for giving the correct answer.

"Exactly!" Lisa replied, glad that Jan connected her ordeal to her story.

"Hummm... That sounds interesting. A whole six hours without moving?" Janet said in a weakly inquisitive tone, her mind stirring a bit.

"Yea. It wasn't that bad a first. The cold penetration into your skin just gets worst the longer you stay like that." Lisa explained like an expert.

"I'm going to tell you what! I'm going to try it for 30 minutes! Let's see if I can handle doing that on just my bare butt. Don't you think it might turn out interesting." Janet said decisively as she raised her butt so as to pull the mat out from under her. Then sitting back down emitting an "Uooooo... That's cold." as she turned to smile at Lisa.

Lisa, slightly struck speechless watching Janet do what she did, not able to say anything for a bit except to finally return the smile.

"You don't have to do that, you know... I mean just because I did." Lisa finally said.

"I know, but I just want to try it. Like you doing your test's, I just doing mine right now... I never tried anything like this before. And to tell you what, I'm going to remain without moving too. No rocking or raising off my ass for even a second. Let's see how I can endure, shall we? But tell me, how does it feel to be hung by your wrists, whipping, and all the other things? "

Lisa didn't know that Janet had begun reading those bondage/torture stories, so was more than curious why she would want to hear about such things. But be it as it may, she began explaining in detail all the mental and physical feelings she got from her torture's. Janet asked a lot of questions, which also seemed strange, but answered them as best she could. The discussion was extensive, and very intimate at times. So when Lisa finally finished about one subject, asked Jan if the time was up yet. Janet, really not knowing how much time had passed because there was no clock, thought their talk had lasted must longer than thirty minutes. 

"Oh, I don't know Lisa. But I would like to a little bit more if your up to it? was Janet's reply. She was not only learning things, but it was turning her on too. Being careful not to touch herself, she only hoped Lisa wouldn't notice the increasing wet spot on the floor from her leaking cunt. Maybe she could kick a mat over it when she stood up. Besides, she found she was really getting horny from a really cold butt!

"Yea, I'm still okay for awhile more... And even feeling better. But Jan, how about your butt? How is it?"

"It's my ass during this test, and oh God, does it hurt. I mean it hurts bad! But I'd still like to see if I can take it a while longer while we talk some more. Call it my big test if you like." Janet giggled.

"Okay. It's your ass!" Lisa was finally able to really laugh out loud with Janet, although weakly.

So they talked some time longer when Janet gently removed Lisa's hand from leg to get in a kneeling position. Emitting a strong "Ohhhhhhh", Janet even leaned forward to be on her hands and knees. She was silent, but with being side by side and facing opposite ways, Lisa could see the two ovals of cold, red skin adoring Jan's 'ass'. And with Jan's head handing down, and between Janet's hanging boobs, could made out the pain in her facial expressions. The other surprise to Lisa was the wetness dripping from Jan's pussy. Who would have thought that?

"Do you think I made it an hour, Lisa?" Janet asked in now a slightly strained voice.

"I'm not sure how long you sat there, but it was a long time. And I must add that I never felt you move your... ass... the whole time. At least I think so. My hand is still half numb you know."

"No I didn't move it at all... And it took a lot of willpower not to... Just like you said. But I do think we should try to move you into the house. Give me a few minutes for the pain to go away, then we'll get going."

"Ah Jan... I hate to tell you this..." Lisa was giggling. "But I didn't tell you that pain from being cold just doesn't just 'go away' that fast. And matter of fact, I think your going to have a sore butt... I mean ass, for a few days."

"Do you really think it will?" Janet asked in a slight concerned tone.




Lisa's Guilt Ch. 05



"It's hard to tell exactly how long any type of a punishment or hurt will last." Lisa answered.

"Oh... Well, I'm going to give myself a few more minutes, then we'll go in the house." Janet more or less muttered.

Lisa didn't answer as she was trying to move her arms and legs to be mobile again. But finally Janet got up, kicked a mat over her wet spot, then went to help Lisa. She was going to put an arm under her neck and back, but realized Lisa's back wouldn't be good. So she stood in front of Lisa, and holding her arms, helped Lisa to her feet. Not paying any attention, Janet didn't notice that with her legs spread to straddle Lisa, Lisa had a good view of Janet's hairy wet dripping pussy when reaching the upright position. It got even better as Janet stood there for perhaps twenty seconds to make sure Lisa was stable before moving behind Lisa to try to stand. Holding her by the arms, on the count of three, Janet helped Lisa to her feet. And to the surprise of both, Lisa didn't do to bad, but needed Janet to lean on to walk. Side by side, with Lisa's arm over Janet's neck, they made it to the guest bathroom. But when they got there, they had a problem.

Lisa's butt was so welted there was no way she could sit in the shower, or on the toilet seat for a sponge bath. She couldn't stand alone in the shower either. But her sweat and dried pee had to come off before going to bed. Janet and Lisa looked at each other. So while still keeping contact with Lisa's eye's simply stated they would have to shower together. Turning on the water first to wait as it got to a nice warm temperature, soon they were both taking a girl and girl shower together. Lisa tried to clean herself as little as she move, but that was taken care of. Janet took the wash cloth from the inside towel bar and very gently began to wash Lisa's face. Moving down to her chest, Janet took more care to brush Lisa's beautiful, but tortured breasts. Lisa began a very soft, almost continuous moaning now, only interrupted by a "It's okay, and thank you." every now and then. 

Janet didn't replay as she was getting turned on again by this, but she tried not to let it interrupt what needed to be done. Moving down to Lisa's belly, then finally her bare pussy, Janet's desire continued to increase. What was happening to her? Why is this happening to her? But knowing that Lisa needed to get to bed, and as a matter of fact, didn't really want to have a woman to woman talk with Lisa about this. Or even want Lisa to know about it. And being glad when that area was done, leaner over to get as much of Lisa's legs as she could. She figured just the water running down her legs would take care of most of the rest.

Wrestling around so to do Lisa's back, Janet was amazed at the welting she had done to Lisa. She kind of felt guilty about it, but Lisa didn't ask to stop. So she did Lisa's back, then butt. Finally Janet shampooed Lisa's hair, making sure it was well rinsed. Turning off the water, Janet strained to grab a towel. Padding Lisa's back and butt, then her own front. Wrestling around again to face the same way as Lisa, she softly padded Lisa's front, then tossed the towel on the floor by the shower door. 

Helping Lisa to the guest bedroom, Janet tried to throw the covers back with her free hand. Now getting into a position so Lisa would land on her side, gently they worked together to end up as such, and with Lisa head resting on a nice soft pillow. Moving around a bit to get a better position on her side, Janet gave Lisa a gentle "Good Night" kiss on her forehead.

"Janet... I want to thank you for everything you've done today, and I mean everything."

Janet didn't respond at first, but after giving her another soft kiss, said "Your very welcome as you know. And I enjoyed it also." she smiled as quickly turned and left the room. She needed to leave as she felt her love juices flowing heavily down her tube.

(to be continued)



Lisa's Guilt Ch. 06



This story is a work of fiction. Thank you for taking the time to read this submission and is a sequential story. It starts out in Chapter 1, so start there in order to figure out what's going on. Votes and feedback are appreciated. Enjoy!

Okay folks. Here is what some of you have been asking for. Why did Lisa want to suffer? I hope you find this chapter worth the wait. And for those who were enjoying a mystery style BDSM story for a change, telling me so by your comments, Thank You. 

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Lisa's Guilt - Chapter 6, Disclosure

Janet ended up in the bathroom sitting on the toilet seat. She had wiped herself dry, finally facing some facts about herself that this last day had brought out. The facts were there. They were undeniable. Torturing Lisa was not only just sexually exciting her, but worst yet, she was now in lusting to make love with her best friend. She imagined Lisa's nude body enduring the suffering in the bondage and torture stories she had just read. So okay! The proof of her love juices streaming from her cunt during the past events was real. All of this she had to accept from the evidence, but there was one thing she was unsure of.

That was when she decided to try that mini-experiment in the garage by sitting on that cold concrete floor for as long as she could. She wasn't sure about being a person like Lisa where accepting unrelenting pain was normal. However, But even though her butt still hurt from the cold, she didn't mind it. And also disturbing was the pain in her butt felt good. It actually was just a little stimulating. How can this be? She never liked pain before, at least she thought so. But right now she liked it. Is that why she made a puddle on the floor while she was torturing herself? Was the pain actually sexually stimulating? Did she produce all those love juices because of the pain? Or was it because she was next to a blanket covered but naked and still suffering Lisa next to her. The concept of enjoying pain seemed absurd to her. She was not ready to accept this fact like she had come to accept all the others facts.

So with her mind more comfortable with her new discoveries, and saw that it wasn't quite 10:00, decided to stay up a while. She quietly peeked in to check on Lisa. Finding her fast asleep, wondered what to do. She thought of trying to sit on the garage floor for two hours, but junked that idea immediately. Why not spend some more time reading stories. Being still naked, she refolded the towel to sit on a dry area and began searching more story titles. Her eye's couldn't believe what positions some of these women were put in and left overnight. Or some of the restraining devices or tortures done to them. She read at the top of each story about it being entirely fictional, but she figured many descriptions given were actually possible.

Another thing she discovered more and more were the titles of Master and Mistress. And catching her attention the most was the submissive. The one who did what she was told, and suffering any torments or tortures bestowed upon them, mostly without question. This is what Janet got into the most. While reading a story, she couldn't wait to where the woman was to be bound and tortured. From the stories description, she would try to picture how the woman were bound. The most interesting tortures she found were persons put in a bodily stained position. Strung up on tip-toe, straining not to hand by the wrists. Or left all night hanging by the wrists. Or left standing on tie-toe with a rope digging into one's pussy. When she read about a woman held severely arched backwards with pussy ropes holding her in position for quit awhile. This really created a gust of juices flowing into the towel below her. The same thing happened when she read about the woman who mounted a wooden pony of her own free will.

The whippings also interested her, but mostly the women would be taken down right afterwards. She wondered why not leave them strung up for a few hours, or a whole day! If they're supposed to be tortured, then torture them. Looking at the clock to see it was nearly 1:00, she shut down the computer. Washing her crotch, she slipped on heavy cotton panties. Checking in on Lisa showed no change, so she snuggled herself into her wonderfully comfy bed. She was horny of course, but the day's events had caught up with her so she was too tired to use her toy. She easily fell into a deep sleep.

As the alarm went off at 7 again, she got up and bath roomed. She tossed her already soaked panties in the clothes hamper. Going through panties like crazy, she decided to be crude by staying nude and just carry a towel with her. So only putting on a robe, she put down the towel on a chair in the kitchen to enjoy her coffee raising her robe in the back before she sat. She had peeked in on Lisa, who was still asleep, and ended up making some toast with jam. More awake now, she went to the living room to watch the news and weather. As far as all the dreams she had last night, she knew why her panties were so wet. But what she dreamed was more than she could comprehend. So deciding to ignore them, she was going to make this a normal day. When Lisa got up, she would made breakfast for her, then sit and chat as they had done so many times before,

After an hour or so, Janet thought it would be nice to put Lisa's clothes in the guest bedroom for her when she got u. She went into the garage. She put all of Lisa's things in a pile on the workbench, but was missing her shoes. Her dress and underwear were there, but where were her shoes? Looking all around, she finally found them pushed a good ways under the workbench. 

Pulling them out, she froze in astonishment. She saw glued to the inside soles small pebbles from heel to toe. She felt the roughness of the pebbles. They weren't sharp, but definitely would be a torture to walk in, or even stand, for sure. Why would Lisa, or anyone, walk around with tortured feet all day. Every day! Janet knew this was what she was doing as the shoes and pebbles definitely were quit worn. There was no doubt Lisa was torturing herself each and every day. But what did this have to do with her grandmother? Something wasn't right here! After always being honest to each other, she felt that somehow she was being used. She put everything else where it was and left carrying the shoes. She now had some very perplexing questions for Lisa.

Janet returned to the living room, hiding the shoes under a newspaper. Sitting down on her towel with her book, it looked like she was reading. But why didn't she turn any pages. Her mind was trying to figure out how yesterday and the shoes were connected. She thought she clearly remembered the story she heard from Lisa about her grandmother. She didn't remember anything about shoes! And even if Lisa left that out, her grandmother was only a prisoner for three months. Those shoes had a lot more wear than that! In this case, 2 and 2 didn't add up to 4!! Finally, when a good show about accent temples in India came on the TV, she set down the book. Just before the show ended at noon, Lisa appeared holding on to the corner wall.

Gaining more stability, she strolled into the living room nude, looking and acting half asleep. Her front was covered with red strips and welts. Janet knew her backside looked just as abused; if not worse. Janet rose quickly, grabbed her by the hand, and guided her to the bathroom. Lisa ended up squatting over the toilet for a good reason. Lisa's butt was beat red. Janet stayed with her in case she needed help, but today didn't shower with her. She did help Lisa dry off after showering, which flared up Janet's heat that began burning in her since seeing Lisa nude again. Being the perfect host however, she should offer Lisa some cloth's,

"Would you like me to find some cloth's for you?" Janet offered graciously.

"It is only Saturday, isn't it?" Lisa answered after a pause.

"Ahhhh, No... Its Sunday early afternoon. Why? Were you thinking that maybe you should let your soreness go down before you wear anything so not to scrap your sores? Or would you like to continue your suffering by me finding you a nice rough shirt?" Janet said all so quickly as not to allow Lisa to answer. Although she did think she may have went a bit too far about continuing her suffering, but in the stories, she had read about masochism and masochist's. 

"No, that's all right. I'll just remain nude for now if you really don't mind." Lisa said while trying to hide her inquisitiveness why Jan should ask such a question. Was she still playing her Nazi role part?

"That's fine with me. And I bet your starving, so let's go to the kitchen and I'll whip some stuff up. There's still hot coffee left, so pour yourself a cup. There's also juice in the refrigerator. It'll only take a few minutes to cook up some scrambled egg's and toast."

"That sound's just great, Jan. And is there anything I can help you with?"

"No. No. It's no problem. Just get some coffee or juice if you want, then just sit down at the table. Your food will be ready in a few minutes." Janet purposely answered knowing it would be extremely painful for her. So as Janet was easily preparing the food, saw Lisa get a bottle of juice before going to stand next to the table and wait quietly. This gave Janet time to think of things to say when the food was ready. So turning to set the plate down next to Lisa along with silverware, it was time to question Lisa some more.

"Oh... I'm sorry I mentioned the chair. Are you going to eat standing up, or I suppose you could kneel down. And since you still might be too tired to stand up much longer, it wouldn't bother me if you did kneel down. I'm sure that would made it easier to eat. I'll get you another bottle of juice if you like?" 

"Thank you. That would be nice," Lisa replied as she got down on her knees. Janet got another bottle of juice, knowing she must be thirsty from her ordeal, then got another cup of coffee for herself.. Putting a dish towel down on a chair next to Lisa, Janet sat down as she casually raised the back of her robe. She started a casual conversation about yesterday's tortures and what pain Lisa was in today while her plate. That's when Janet decided to find out what Lisa was really trying to pull on her. 

"I want to talk to you more about this torture thing you just had me put you through. Now I want you to be truthful Lisa. I don't think you've been completely honest with me about this! And we've always been honest to each other. Right!!" Janet spouted in a commanding tone and gesture as she stared right into Lisa's eye's.

"Yes I have... and... And... believe me, I have been honest with you." Lisa said, her lips beginning to tremble.

"Your stammering Lisa. I know you for god's sake. Your lying about something. Now tell me!"

Lisa lowered her head, trying to hide her shame, and remained silent.

"OK Lisa, if you haven't lied to me, then don't lie to me now about how long you've been wearing those doctored up shoes of yours."

Lisa's head shot straight up, looking at Janet in a state of shock before stammering again..

"Ohhh... Those. Ahhhhh... I've only been wearing those for just a few days now. You see, after our talk I..."

"There you go again. Lying again! You just stay as you are!" Janet said as she jumped in interrupting Lisa, then stood. Marching to the living room, she picked up the shoes and slammed them down in front of Lisa.

"There they are! And do you think I'm blind! I've looked at those shoes! They sure as hell have been worn for more than two days! I would think at least six months or more! So when are you going to be honest with me... like in the old days when we only had each other to trust."

That did it. Lisa broke down, throwing her head on the table into her waiting hands, openly sobbing violently for a few minutes. Janet held firm, standing erect beside the kneeling woman. She was not going to console Lisa until she heard the truth.

Lisa finally lifted her head to stare straight into Janet's eyes as tears flowed down both cheeks.

"I'm so sorry Jan... I'm so really sorry...But, but I just can't tell you... I can't!..." dropping her head back into her hands to again sob strongly.

Janet, now realizing that this really must be a deep, dark secret, knelt down beside her. She embraced Lisa with a passionate loving hug, pulling her head onto her shoulder. Lisa continued to cry her heart out as Janet stroked her hair.. Then gently raising Lisa's head using her fingers carefully positioned under Lisa's chin, started wiping the tears from Lisa's checks as they continued to reappear.

"Do you remember Lisa, when we first arrived here in Atlanta. Alone and afraid in a big city. Wondering what the next day held in store for us? And when we both happened to luck out by finally getting a job at the same store, and then becoming good friends? Do you?" Janet asked soothingly. Getting a weak, yet positive nod, Janet continued.

"Remember when we decided to share an apartment, and came to trust, confide, and truly care for each other like sisters?"

"Well, my dear, sweet, Lisa... We still are sister's, unless you continue to use and insult me by telling lie's. You know I'm ready to help you, laugh with you, party with you, and when needed, even cry with you. So tell me what's making my sister want to suffer so much. You know I won't think any more or less of you, whatever it is."

Suddenly, Lisa lunged her whole body sideways, wrapping her arms around Janet's neck. Pulling their heads and chests tightly together with all her strength she had remaining, Lisa hugged Janet so tightly they both had to stress their lungs to breathe.

"Oh Jan... How could I have been so stupid as to lie to you?" she questioned herself in a stammering and embarrassed voice.

"It's alright dear... Just settle down first, then we'll talk about it. OK?"

Wiping her tear drenched cheeks, Lisa gave her complying 'Yes', and remained embraced for many minutes as her crying subsided. Finally building up enough courage to tell Janet the truth, she indicated she felt she was ready. Janet rose and took Lisa to the living room. Janet sat down on the towel of the sofa, but with a burning red butt, and feeling very guilty, Lisa knelt down in front of her.

"Now tell what the trouble is. Why all this torture stuff you want done to you? And tell me the truth... NO lying, right?"

"OK... But promise you'll at least still be my friend afterwards. Please!"

"You know that you are my little sister that I never had. We are true sisters in my mind, and I hope it's the same in yours also. So please be truthful with me so we can remain sisters. This is necessary for us to maintain our relationship. So tell me what is happening here that you need me to help you, but without any lies. Okay?"

"OK then... Well, I guess I should start with..."

Lisa went on to explain that back in her small home town, which she didn't name, she and her younger brother Bobby were always together. Unlike other families, where brother and sister always fight, they got together very well. They played games together, helped each other with schoolwork, and just generally, always got along. Mom and dad loved both us dearly, and often bragged to others all over town how we both were such ideal children. Then one day, two days before Christmas, both mom and dad both wanted to do some list minute shopping for us, Just before leaving, they explicitly told us not to go near the pond since the ice wasn't thick enough for skating yet. Well, not soon after, Bobby keep pestering me about wanting to go ice skating. He promised that he would stay near the edge where the ice would be thickest. Being that I was oldest, 14 at the time, and Bobby only eight, he knew he needed my approval. Finally giving in, I told him to start out to the pond. I would be right behind him. Well, one thing lead to another, and pretty soon it must have been about 10 minutes or so before I got bundled up and went to the pond. 

When I got there, I looked all around for Bobby. I then noticed a bunch of broken ice about twenty feet from the shore. Quickly running to it, and almost sliding in myself, I desperately scanned the murky water for any signs of Bobby. In hysterics, I ran back to the house, called the police, and ran back to the pond. Well, it wasn't long before there were dozens of police and fire department rescue people there. Some were probing the water with poles while the rest searched the surrounding area. By the time my mom and dad arrived, all hope had been given up on finding him alive/ We returned to the house in complete misery and despair. Very few words were said to me for the two days it took the cold water divers to recover his body, and after that, even less conversation. It had taken two days, almost to the hour, before I saw his cold stiff body, with frozen outstretched arms trying to grasp for my help. 

That was Christmas day, and ever since then, no one in town talked to me, much less even associate with me. Even my parents only spoke to me only when it was necessary. Everyone in town blamed his death on me, including my parents. Ant that included myself. The news paper called it a tragic accident, but it wasn't! I should have said "NO' when he wanted to go, or at least told him to stay put until we could leave together. And worst yet, whenever I see children playing or getting presents, pictures of Bobby flood my mind. He is no longer alive to enjoy the games, the playgrounds, the receiving of presents on Christmas and birthdays. The rest of my life in that town was utter misery, but that was the way it was. I deserved it!

I contemplated suicide many times over, but eventually convinced myself that would be taking the easy way out. I should be punished in the first degree, deserving the mental and physical abuse for killing Bobby. So there I stayed, all through high school, never going out of the house except when necessary. 

During my junior and senior years of high school, I increased the need to experience more physical pain. Nights, after my parents went to bed, I started standing in front of an open window naked during winter as long as I could stand it. During the summer, I would sit down in the empty bath tub, keeping my hands by my sides after turning on only the hot water, silently enduring the pain as the tub filled. I would kneel down with my bare knees on hard cover books or atop my wooden dresser until I just couldn't stand the pain any more. I would get up, walk around my room once, then kneel right back down again. I would weave an arm or leg in-between the metal bars on my bed frame, then twist my body until the shoulder or hip was in utter agony, and try to sleep. I never wanted to break an arm or leg. That wouldn't allow me to repeat the same torture the next night. And when my parents were gone, I would go to the basement and hang myself from my wrists or hair. When I turned 18 and graduated from high school, I knew it would be best for me to leave home. I wrote a note to my parents, explaining my guilt to them as best I could, and left for Atlanta. The rest you pretty much know she finally finished explaining.

Janet listened intently as Lisa told her story, having to comfort Lisa several times by resting her head on her upper legs. Many times she broke out to sob before continuing. Only after finishing telling Janet the whole story did Lisa look up at Janet.

"I'm can't say how sorry I am sorry for lying to you. Are we still at least friends...I hope... please!" Lisa pleaded.

"Oh, my tortured Lisa. My dear tortured Lisa. I really don't know what to say except we are still friends... And still sisters... And if you don't mind the pain you will endure from your body, you can come on the sofa and lay your head on my lap. I would like that. How about you?" Janet said seriously to help console Lisa, disregarding how much pain Lisa would bare to lay on the sofa. She left it up to Lisa if she wanted to come up to be cuddled.




Lisa's Guilt Ch. 06



"Oh thank you Janet! That means so much to me! I would love to be closer to you."

Getting up, Lisa ended up laying on her side to end up resting her head on Janet's robe covered lad. And raising her arms, cuddled Janet's legs. In return Janet cuddled Lisa's head and arms as best she could. 

"So that is the real reason for that garage thing and shoes, right?"

"Yes, that's the truth! I swear! And I can't say again how sorry I am for not trusting you. I'm really so sorry." Lisa murmured in a soft, guilty voice before crying again.

"Then come up here and give me a real hug." Janet again said knowing it was up to Lisa to figure out the best way to lay to do this. But to Janet's amazement, Lisa ignored what pain it caused to her welted areas, ending up to be chest to chest and head beside head. Instantly they shared a continual hug. Finally Janet began to gently stroke Lisa's hair and welt covered back.

"Oh, my dear tortured Lisa. My dear tortured Lisa. I really don't know what to say." Janet said softly as she cuddled Lisa. "So that is the real reason for that garage thing, right?"

"Yes." Lisa murmured in a soft, guilty voice.

"And there wasn't any tortured Grandmother... just your own need to be punished for Bobby's death. Even though it Was just an accident?"

"No... It wasn't an accident... I'm a murderer, and need to be kept in torment while not being actually tortured."

"And have you tried consoling?"

"No! No! I don't need it. I don't want it. Much less could even afford it. I'm guilty. That's all there is to it. I killed Bobby and need to be punished the remainder of my life." Lisa proclaimed as she hugged Janet tightly while breaking into another disturbingly loud sobbing.

"It's alright. It's alright. I was just asking." Janet quickly responded..

"I just need to be constantly in pain. A lot of pain, all the time. That's all I want and need.", then turning her head to face Janet, "Please Jan. Tie me up and torture me."

"Now?"

"Yes... Please..." Lisa begged.

"But after what you've just have been through... Aren't you in enough pain, just laying up here with me?" Janet questioned as she continued to stoke Lisa's hair and welted back.

"Yes... You know I am. But really, after my rest and food, I'm ready to endure another day's torture. I need it badly... So please Jan... Help me fill my need..."

Janet listened to Lisa's plea, and was willing to tie her up again, but also felt a great need to try and help her mentally. But quickly coming to the conclusion that any type of mental therapy would take a lot of thinking, ended that idea for now. But admitting it to herself, Janet did like the idea of stringing Lisa back up for a few more, but with less severe whippings. Understanding that Bobby's death was just an unfortunate accident, for now she shouldn't upset Lisa by ignoring her request.

"Okay Lisa. What did you have anything in mind?

"Oh definitely! Just hang me by my wrists again, put the alligator clips on my nipples, and leave me like that for at least until midnight. Please... You see, it's something I can't do at home." Lisa said slowly as she stressed to place herself in a sitting position next to Janet..

It didn't escape Janet's attention that Lisa's butt must be in a lot of pain right now, and then for Lisa to lean her back against the sofa... This girl definitely didn't mind pain. And was telling the truth about wanting to be always be in pain. However, the full view of Lisa's breasts and pussy started Janet's love liquids increase their flow. The thing was, she had sat on the towel, but in a robe. Dam! When she got up, there would be a big stain on the back. She would have to figure something out before getting up so as not to show Lisa she was sexually aroused. She would continue talking for a little bit while the did that.

"That's sounds alright, Lisa, but is just hanging by your wrists really that painful?

"Oh, yes it is." showing Janet the deep red marks on each of her wrists. "And after like twenty minutes, the longer your left handing, the worse it gets."

"Well, that sounds just like what you want... But what about if I would like to do some other things to you? Would that be alright?" Janet asked, deeply hoping she could.

"Of course... Yes... Whatever you wish to do. I'm under your control this weekend. Yours to with as you wish! Remember?" Lisa stated sincerely as she placed her hands in Janet's.

Janet had never thought of it that way. Full control of Lisa? Was she to be like a Mistress in some of the stories she read? Kinky beyond what she had already done with Lisa last night, but it sure was an interesting thought. It seemed Lisa was wishing to be a total submissive! And if so, why should Janet refuse? So why not ask Lisa just how much she was going to be in control over her.

"You say that I have total control over you this weekend. Does that mean you are willing to be something like my slave this weekend? To do ANYTHING I say, no matter what it is. Painful or not?" Janet asked questioning.

"Well, yes, I guess it is!" Lisa said after thinking about it, Then quickly added "You know, I never thought about it, but being a slave does sound like what I should be. That is, if it includes lots of time in torture." she pronounced in a very serious fashion as she looked over to Janet.

"Oh, I think I can promise that, but are you willing to do Anything I say. To be My slave? Like what if I told you to go to the kitchen walking on your knees and wash all the dishes?" Janet boldly asked after taking hints from the stories.

"Yes. Of course I would. A slave must obey! Doing house chores while in servitude, or endure pain." Lisa said with a unknowing smile.

"Okay, then do it. And after the dishes are done, dried, and put away, get back on your knees with your hands behind your back. Stay that way until I decide to torture you.

Seeing Lisa drop to her knee's, walk to the kitchen on her knee's, then stand up to collect her dishes and add them to the dishes already in the sink, Janet was surprised and excited. Suddenly she had a slave girl, just like in the stories. Was this really happening?

She felt a very strange feeling of stimulation run through her that she had never experienced before. It was stronger than the one she first felt when whipping Lisa. It was also verified by a surge of juices from her bottom. With Lisa busy, Janet quickly rushed to her bedroom and to remove her more than spotted robe. Janet thought about what she could wear to hide any future releases of her love juices. She ended up putting on clean cotton panties to hold up a period pad. Next came her leather mini skirt and matching vest. Going to the kitchen to sit down, watching a nude Lisa made her glad she had properly prepared her bottom for this. She watched silently until Lisa finished, then knelt down facing Janet. Acting more and more as a slave was a good indication to Janet. So she decided to try to stretch her control a little more.

"I'm sure you've done knee torture to yourself. How long have you ever stayed on them on a hard floor?"

"Almost two hours I think, but on a harder surface than this." Lisa said with some pride.

"Well, your going to stay like you are for as long as I want. And you will do it with your hands behind your head instead of your back. You will lift your knee's or rock to obtain a moment of relief. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Jan."

"And since you wish to be my slave, I think you should address me as Mistress. Isn't that the proper way it's done?" Janet stated in a commanding voice. 

"Yes, Ja... I mean, yes Mistress" as she raised her arms into position.

"Elbows back as far as you can." Janet commanded as she got up to rest a hand on Lisa's head.

"Suffer quietly my slave. Sometime today I'll play with you in the garage. I'm sure we'll have lots of fun!"

Janet made a hi-ball before going in the living room, switched on the TV, and sat down on a chair that she couldn't see Lisa. Watching Lisa's naked breasts and pussy while suffering for three or four hours would soak her pad much too quickly. And as far as watching TV for awhile, Janet was too engaged contemplating her new title as 'Mistress' with a slave who was apparently willing to do anything. Regardless what it was? Well, it would be interesting to find out. It was only about 2:00. Janet would check in on her slave about 4:00. She thought she would simply watch TV, then the idea of reading more bondage and torture stories on the computer became far more interesting. She switched off the TV, went to visit her slave, still in her increasingly painful position, patted her head, and left.

Next to the chair, she took off all her button dressings to let the towel collect her drippings. Within minutes she was searching for more and more kinkier stories and pictures. And now more experienced in exactly what to look for, hit jack pot after jack pot. She read things and saw stuff that both startled and intrigued her. She was so entranced in her newly discovered desires that when she finally glanced at the clock, geeesssss, it was after 5:00. She had thought that only a little over an hour had passed. She left the computer running, then put on her pad, panties, and skirt before going to check in on her slave.

With tears rolling down her eye's, which were flowing down her bare body to form two puddles on the floor, Janet knew she was really hurting. Let's see if Lisa was really going to be a true slave.

"Well slave, are you in pain?"

"Very much so Ja... Mistress."

"Have you rocked your knee's at all."

"Oh no, Mistress! You told me I couldn't Mistress"

"Very good slave. But I think another half hour or so will be a good torture for you while I cook up some supper for me. Do you think you can stay like you are for another half hour, just to please your Mistress?" Janet toyed.

"Oh yes, Mistress. As long as you wish Mistress." Lisa answered, thrilled to suffer under another's command. At home, and also not tied up, she tortured herself until she couldn't take it anymore. Now she was being told too suffer while not tied up. She had to obey. She had become a slave, and was enjoying it.

"Good. That's being a very good slave. Get those elbows back more."

"Yes Mistress. As you command Mistress. But I do have to pee very badly Mistress."

Janet though that if Lisa accidentally pissed on the floor in the kitchen, that really wasn't a good idea. And she didn't want to end her torture by letting her go to the bathroom. So she went and got the plastic cup she had used to catch piss to give Lisa. It fit nicely as Janet positioned it under Lisa's clit. But from the stories, decided to add to Lisa's torment for being allowed to pee.

"Spread your knee's as far apart as you can!"

Lisa moaned intensely as she rocked back and forth on her knee's until they were several feet apart.

"I want them a lot wider slave, and be quiet about it!

It was delightful to watch Lisa's face contort to show the pain she was enduring just to okay. But Lisa did manage to get her knee's at least another foot apart, which must be adding a great deal more to her pain. The contortions in her face displayed the agony she was going through. And she didn't emit any sound, as told not to. Enjoying Lisa's agony, but with her clit completely exposed, Janet allowed Lisa to pee. Janet felt another surge of juices exit her pussy watching her empty her bladder for more than a minute. Then to keep to Lisa's instructions about humiliation, Janet lifted the full container to Lisa's lip's. As she slowly tilted it, she told Lisa she had to drink the entire warm contents. It took almost two full minutes before that was accomplished. Janet stepped back and admired her slave.

"You look really comfortable like that. And I never had a red stripped, badly welted, and naked slave in my kitchen before to amuse me while I cook my supper. I'll have to have you here much more often!"

"Yes Mistress. That would be nice Mistress. As often and as long as you wish Mistress. And thank you Mistress for making me suffer. This is a very good punishment Mistress."

Janet could only shake her head in disbelief at how she had suddenly become a Mistress, which she liked. To have an obedient slave who only wanted to suffer. As she selected what she wanted to eat, she pondered about the bondage and tortures she had just read about. She knew Lisa would enjoy any of them!

(to be continued)