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WVC Ch. 26: Training 03

By: gupiao



Many thanks to 12yknot for his editing and proofreading assistance. 

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Once I was back in my dorm after the ladies brunch (WVC Ch.25), I collapsed onto my bed and fell asleep. Although it was only late afternoon, I slept for several hours, waking up well after the sun had set. After studying until midnight, I had difficulty going back to sleep, brooding about what my punishment might be. Erika had seemed pretty depressed about the possibilities when she dropped me off. 

While I was the one under orders not to ejaculate, my trainer believed that she was as guilty as I was when I ignored those instructions and emptied my balls, not just once, but four times. I was afraid that upper management of the Club would expel both of us, although I certainly hoped that would not be the case. 

Waking up late Sunday morning April 19, I checked my e-mail as soon as I was up. Nothing. Both relieved and disappointed, I spent the rest of the day recuperating, and working on an English paper that was due on Tuesday. I finished the paper and began studying for my Psych test, falling asleep with all sorts of wild scenarios in my mind. 

Monday morning came and again, no e-mail. And although I went to all my classes, my thoughts kept returning to what my sentence might be. 

Spanking? I'd already suffered that. Whipping? That too, so I was at something of a loss. Were they going to put me on a rack? I began exploring all the gruesome tortures that were used during the Middle Ages, obsessively researching the internet to see what implements were used. Since Erika was a medieval history major with a specialty focus on the Spanish Inquisition, I called and left a message on her voice mail. By the time I went to bed, she hadn't returned my call. 

Tuesday morning was a repeat of Monday, no e-mail and no reply from Erika. That afternoon, I read about the Iron Maiden, the Catherine Wheel, and strappado. That last one gave me pause since I'd already been strung up by my wrists. Thankfully, my arms had been stretched out and up, rather than tied behind my back and hoisted behind me. The very idea of being suspended that way gave me the shivers. 

After I read about the Rack, the Wooden Horse and the Pear of Anguish, I'd had enough. I fired off an e-mail to Erika and headed to the Student Center. I wasn't hungry. I just needed some distraction. 

Since it was dinnertime, the place was jammed. Looking for a familiar face, anyone for a chat to divert my thoughts, I spotted Valerie waving at me from the back of the crowded room. She had her light brown hair pulled back off her shoulders, the curls tumbling down her back. Banded by green and white stripes, the tight t-shirt hugged her firm breasts with the faint imprint of her nipples pressing against the taut cotton. Nodding at the empty chair across the table, she beamed at me, a devilish glint in her green eyes. 

"Have a seat, Bill. Haven't seen much of you lately." 

I blushed slightly remembering the last time during the cancelled art class (WVC Ch:15), when she did indeed see all of me. She took a bite of her salad, watching me sit down. 

"I guess I've been busy." 

"Umm, so I've heard." 

Alarmed, I leaned forward and asked in a whisper. 

"What have you heard?" 

With a quizzical look, she took another bite before she answered. 

"Why? What's the matter, Bill? You seem really on edge." 

Pointing her fork at the empty space on the table in front of me, she observed. 

"And you're not eating." 

"I haven't been hungry. Too preoccupied." 

"With what? School?" 

Glancing furtively at the tables nearby, I shook my head. 

"No, not that. I think I'm okay there." 

"What's bothering you then?" 

Over the edge of her glass of iced tea, her green eyes had a genuine look of concern. Maybe she didn't know anything. Keeping my voice low, I asked. 

"When you said that you'd heard that I'd been busy, what did you mean?" 

Keeping her gaze locked on mine, she took a sip of her tea before she answered. 

"It's been a month since I've seen you. You've started your training and you've been involved in a lot of scenarios. You're quite in demand, you know." 

I wasn't sure I liked that. Breaking into a grin, she explained. 

"I mean, as a participant in scenes. Everyone has ideas for scenarios that include you, and they've been submitting them to the Club management for approval." 

I nodded, trying to absorb what she was saying. The cute brunette pursed her lips together before continuing. 

"How's the training going?" 

Judging from the sparkle in her green eyes, I suspected she knew more than she was letting on. I decided to play it just as cagey. 

"Okay, I guess. I don't have any way of comparing it." 

Munching on her salad, she gave me a mischievous look. 

"What have you heard, Valerie?" 

Making me wait, she took another sip of her tea before replying. 

"I hear that the training is going quite well." 

I exhaled as a smirk started to play across her pink lips. 

"But I understand that the scenarios are proving to be a challenge." 

Like I'd been punched in the stomach, I stopped. Lifting her empty fork to her mouth, she let the tip of her tongue circle the slivery tines as she watched my stricken face. Eventually, I nodded sagely and tried to appear calm as I replied. 

"Oh?" 

Lowering her fork to her salad, she stirred it back and forth, making me wait again. I think she was enjoying the whole process. 

"Umm. I understand that you're the star of not one, but two videos making the rounds." 

I froze as that smile returned to her pretty face. 

"Of course, I've not seen them yet. But I have heard that you're very impressive." 

Covering my eyes with my hands, I shook my head. This was worse than I thought. 

"Valerie, how much trouble am I in? Am I going to be kicked out of the Club?" 

There was more compassion than glee in her soft voice as she answered. 

"I don't think so. You don't think that you're the first Club initiate who couldn't control an orgasm, do you?" 

That sounded hopeful, and I raised my head to meet her steady gaze. 

"Of course it's happened before. Not to me, but what I've heard is that you'll probably be given a rather thorough punishment. You won't be able to sit down for a couple of days." 

"No torture?" 

"Torture? No! Not unless you count prolonged orgasms." 

She peered at me. 

"Where did you get that idea?" 

"Erika seemed so upset. I guess my imagination just got carried away." 

Dismissing my concern with a graceful wave of her hand, she continued. 

"Erika sometimes lets her focus on medieval studies overly influence her. The Club wants you to be successful." 

Suddenly, a shadow crossed her features. 

"Well, there was a story that circulated when I was a first year student --" 

Her voice dropped off and she looked away. 

"What is it, Valerie?" 

After a long pause, the pretty brunette turned back to me with a strange light in her eyes. 

"It was about a Club member who was a senior and had gotten caught having multiple orgasms without permission. A few days before graduation, the three of us freshmen initiates finally got up the nerve to ask her about it. She just smiled." 

"So what was the story?" 

"Supposedly, another Club member had reported her but whether that was true or not, she got caught. The Mistresses found out -- " 

Interrupting her, I asked. 

"Wait a minute. Mistresses? Plural?" 

Grinning, she nodded. 

"Yeah. I guess you haven't got that far yet." 

Her green eyes twinkled as she continued. 

"Obviously, they didn't expel her from the Club. But they did have her ride a Chevalet. That's not a car. It's a specially adapted wooden pony. Apparently, they had her ride it for four hours straight." 

I noticed that Valerie was squirming in her seat, and that her breathing was getting shallow. Slipping one hand below the table top, she glanced over at our nearest neighbors before she whispered. 

"I could only take five minutes before I was screaming." 

"You've ridden one? And it hurt that much?" 

"No silly. I started climaxing, and didn't stop until they pulled me off 20 minutes later." 

"So it felt good?" 

Leaning farther forward, Valerie grinned again, her hand obviously active beneath the table. Her nipples were bullets threatening to poke their through the thin cotton of her shirt. I could feel my cock beginning to expand. 

"It was one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had. Just thinking has me all hot and bothered." 

Pushing away her half eaten salad, she started to rise. Previously hidden beneath the table top, her slim legs came into view, revealed by the loose shorts she wore. My cock continued to swell. 

"Come on." 

"Where are we going?" 

With a wild gleam in her eyes, she grabbed the collar of my polo shirt and tugged me after her. Heading off toward the kitchen, she didn't answer. As she shoved aside the door marked "Employees Only", I tried to put on the brakes. 

"We're not supposed to be in here." 

Yanking me after her, she grinned over her shoulder. 

"It's okay, Bill. A friend of mine is a supervisor." 

After leading me partway down a narrow hallway, suddenly she stopped. Opening a door, she drew me in after her and flicked on the overhead light. It was a cleaning closet, barely large enough to accommodate one person, let alone two. Locking the door behind me, she started to unbutton her shorts when she caught sight of the bulge between my legs. 

"Are you hard?" 

Amid the mops and buckets, I shuffled my feet apart, tilting my hips up toward her flushed face. 

"Umm, a little.' 

With her fingers frozen in place at the top of her zipper, she urged me. 

"Take it out." 

Despite all the exposure I'd had during the past few these months, I still felt a bit shy, even for Valerie. Holding her breath, she was waiting. So I undid the single button and spread the flaps wide while keeping my pants on. Since I hadn't bothered with any underwear, I reached into the opening and cupped my cock and balls, lifting them free. 

With the crotch of my shorts pulled snug underneath my balls, the open zipper acted as a support and boosted them up and out so that my thick shaft curved down over the rounded sac. Her green eyes lit up as she watched my cock sway back and forth, twitching under her gaze, plump and heavy as it started to fill, rising up to point back at her. Still gazing down as it continued to swell, she shook her head and hooked her thumbs into her waistband. 

"I never get tired of looking at you." 

Bending over, Valerie drew her shorts and a pair of skimpy panties down her silky legs. As she straightened up, she kicked them off her foot so they landed on a box of paper towels. Giggling, she fingered her moist pussy lips as she spread her thighs. 

"Come here. I need to your tongue inside of me." 

With my jutting cock bouncing off my legs, full but not quite erect, I knelt on the cool floor and slid my hands up the outside of her thighs, reveling in the firm tone of her muscles. Pulling her to me, I flicked her hooded button before plunging my tongue deep into her crevice. She moaned as she gripped the back of my head, holding me close, writhing her hips against my face. 

The brunette was primed, the first wave of a powerful climax began to ripple through her after only a couple of strokes from my stiffened tongue. Just as her fluid began to cascade into my mouth and down the front of my polo shirt, the door knob turned. I didn't hear it. Valerie's moans drowned out the sound, but out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the dull brass knob moving. Still gripping her hips, I pushed her back away from me and started to get up, hissing at her. 

"Someone's at the door!" 

"Hello? Hello? 

As residual tremors continued to pass through her slim body, Valerie appeared to be in a something of a trance. Rattling the knob, the woman in the hallway called out again in a thickly accented voice. 

"Is anyone in here?" 

Trying to retrieve my pants from around my ankles as I struggled to my feet, I heard keys being jingling outside the locked closet. Valerie hadn't moved, her bare hips undulating as the last shudder of her orgasm rippled through her. 

"Valerie! Get dressed!" 

My whisper would have been loud enough for the woman to hear through the door if she had been listening and not humming to herself. Stumbling against a pail of water, I yanked my pants up my thighs and tried to cram my bouncing hard-on inside just as the door swung open. 

"Dios mio!" 

A short, heavyset Hispanic woman in a service uniform stood frozen in the doorway, her black eyes centering on my wildly swinging cock before I finally stuffed it inside my shorts. As I zipped them up, the woman's gaze darted to stare at Valerie's exposed crotch. Leaning against the tower of industrial shelves, my friend's eyes were gradually coming back into focus even as she did nothing to hide her nude pussy. 

"Valerie! Get your shorts on!" 

As I grabbed them from the top of box of paper towels, she suddenly snapped back to an awareness of our situation. Demurely crossing her hands in front of her bare crotch, she blushed as she turned to the speechless woman. 

"We are so sorry to have disturbed you. Just give us a minute and we'll be out of here." 

The woman didn't budge, gaping at us with a slack jaw as I held out the shorts. I don't know where the panties had landed and we didn't have time search for them. 

Resting one hand on my shoulder, she kept the other modestly covering the slick lips that glistened between her thighs as she daintily placed one foot after the other into the shorts, trying to avoid the soapy pool of water that had sloshed out of the bucket that I'd kicked. 

"Uno momento, por favor." 

"Si." 

Rousing herself enough to respond to Valerie, the woman still didn't move, watching the curly haired brunette steady herself by hanging onto my shoulder and stepping into her loose pants. 

"Do you know Erin Murphy? She's one of the café managers, and has given me permission to use this closet. Well, maybe not today --" 

"Miss Erin? Si, I know her. If she say 'Okay' --" 

Shrugging her shoulders set in motion a surprisingly full chest under the uniform. Valerie had finished buttoning the top to her shorts, and beamed at the woman. 

"Great! Be sure and say 'Hi' to her when she comes in." 

Smoothing her brown curls, Valerie was ready to leave. Nodding, the woman stepped back to let the coed exit the tiny closet. When I began to leave, she smiled at me and held up her hand. Startled, I stopped in the doorway. Without missing a beat, she reached down and cupped my bulging crotch. I gasped as she fondled me, exploring my cock, still full and erect. Her fingers fluttered across the swollen bulb, caressing the engorged knob through the taut cotton. 

Looking over the woman's shoulder, Valerie seemed more than amused, barely able to suppress a giggle as the woman continued her examination. Abandoning my cockhead, her fingers slid down the full length of my shaft, tracing the raised ridge on the underside before gripping me around the base. She was still had my hard-on firmly in her grasp as she glanced back over her shoulder at my brunette companion. 

"Muy grande." 

Valerie's smile grew wider as she nodded. 

"Oh yes! MUY grande!" 

Giggling, the older woman turned back to me and started stroking, running her fist up and down my bloated pole. Valerie let her play with me for a minute before she took her by the arm and gently tugged. 

"Basta, por favor." 

Heaving a big sigh, the woman reluctantly released her grip and angled her body so I could slide by. She never did raise her eyes, gazing down at the swollen bulge in my pants. Once we reached the end of the corridor, just before the door to the dining room, Valerie stopped me. 

"Bill, is my hair all messed up?" 

"No, it looks fine. Although your cheeks are a little flushed." 

She grinned. 

"I guess I have you to thank for that. You on the other hand -" 

Leaving her sentence dangling, she gestured to my shirt before waving her hand back and forth in front of her nose. I glanced down and realized that the front was soaked, the wet cotton clinging to my chest. 

"My goodness. Did I do that?" 

Catching a whiff of her juices as they rose from my shirt, I just grinned sheepishly as she continued. 

"Well, we can't leave you like this." 

She thought for a moment, and then beamed at me. 

"I got an idea. Just follow my lead." 

Grabbing the collar of my drenched shirt, she dragged me after her into the crowded room, not surprising since it was a popular dinnertime destination. Walking up to a table with three coeds, she grabbed a glass of water off a tray of one of the girls. Whirling back to me, she threw the icy contents squarely in my face and marched out the door. 

Stunned and sputtering, I just stood there for a moment as the conversations halted and the room grew quiet. Taking a napkin that another girl offered me, I dabbed at my face and realized that Valerie had managed to douse my shirt as well, effectively covering up her nectar. As the awkward moment stretched longer, I figured that I probably should say something and turned to the silent audience. 

I opened my mouth and then closed it, wishing I had some clever quip of explanation. But my brain was frozen. The stocky blonde who'd given me the napkin was staring. Her jaw gradually dropped, and I realized that her wide blue eyes were focused on the front of my pants. Without lifting her gaze, she leaned over to nudge to the willowy brunette seated next to her. Even before she whispered loud enough for me to hear, I could feel my face start to flush. 

"Look at the size of his package." 

As the brunette lowered her gaze, her dark eyes growing wide, I beat a hasty retreat, following Valerie out the door. She was nowhere to be seen, so I fled across campus back to my dorm room. It took me a while to notice, but I was delighted to find that Erika had finally replied to my e-mail. 

"Got your messages. Call me." 

So I did. 

"Hello Bill." 

Those caller ID's were spooky. 

"I'm glad to hear from you, Erika." 

"I'm sorry if I've worried you. You should know that the Club rarely expels anyone. And I far as I know, they've all been for privacy issues, never for unauthorized orgasms." 

"Oh." 

"And don't be so concerned about the instruments they use. They've been using them for decades, so they're very experienced and know what limits people can withstand.' 

She took a breath, and I heard her smile through the phone. 

"Bill, we're going to be fine." 

Was she trying to convince herself? Or just me? 

"Ok. Thanks for calling, Erika. I appreciate it." 

I still had trouble sleeping that night. Wednesday dawned and I checked my computer as soon as I woke up. Nothing. And nothing Thursday morning either. It wasn't until late that evening that I finally received a communication from the Psychology department. 

"You are now ready for your third level of Training. Be at 734 Elm Street promptly at 7:30 PM on Friday, and as before, eat lightly and dress casually. Resume taking your blue diamond shaped energy pills, starting tonight and tomorrow. In addition, continue to follow the regimen of the herbal supplements. Bring your leather cock strap, your collar and remember to give yourself a thorough enema before the training. As usual, you are not to ejaculate." 

I was surprised. This e-mail didn't sound ominous; certainly not what I'd concluded from my conversations with Erika. The only thing that was different was the change of time. We had always started at 7, and that didn't sound threatening. 


WVC Ch. 26: Training 03



For some reason, I slept much better that night, waking up feeling refreshed for the first time all week. The day passed quickly and I followed the instructions to the letter, finding the expected note on the door of the house on Elm Street, instructing me to enter. On the single chair, there was another note but no robe. 

"Leave all your clothes on the chair. Put on your collar and your cock strap. You have forfeited the meager privilege of wearing a robe tonight." 

Uh oh. This sounded more like the situation that I'd been dreading. Yet when I strapped on the black leather, my cock immediately came to life, filling with blood and rising eagerly up between my thighs. Even sitting down, it pointed up toward quivering with anticipation as butterflies fluttered in my stomach. After several minutes, I heard a familiar tap, tap, tap of high heels coming down the hallway. 

Expecting my trainer to appear and lead me downstairs as she had in past sessions, I was surprised to see Mistress Shannon step through the doorway. With a white robe brushing the floor as it swept over the tops of her black leather boots, she gazed at me from behind a full head mask, one that let her reddish brown hair out the back. Again, this was different from the half mask she usually wore. Her green eyes glittered as she looked down at me. 

"Stand up, Bill. Assume the position." 

Obediently, I came to my feet, my stiff cock swinging proudly before me as I spread my feet apart and clasped my hands on top of my head. She watched my bobbing hard-on come to a relative stop, still twitching and jerking with excitement as it jutted out from between my open thighs. Watching her fingertips play across the swollen bulb, her voice was low. 

"I understand that you ejaculated at the brunch on Saturday.' 

Uh oh. I took a deep breath before I answered. 

"Yes Ma'am." 

"More than once?" 

I swallowed as I blushed. Her fingers circled my rigid shaft just below the engorged cockhead. 

"Yes Ma'am." 

"It's good that you're telling me the truth." 

Slowly, she began to post up and down the full length of my hard-on, pressing her fist against the bulge of my balls before stroking back up to the bloated knob. 

"Didn't you know it was forbidden?" 

"Yes Ma'am, I did." 

Mistress Shannon still hadn't looked up at my face. Her focus was on the throbbing cock she was jacking. 

"I also understand that this wasn't the first time that you'd ejaculated, contrary to the specific instructions that I'd given you." 

My cock was starting to leak. The clear fluid coated her hand and made the rhythmic stroking easier. Smick, smick, smick - the familiar sound echoed off the walls in the nearly empty room. 

"Didn't you cover several young high school girls with your cream at a pool party, again against my direct orders?" 

I took a deep breath before I replied. Her steady pounding was edging me closer to another forbidden orgasm. 

"Yes, Ma'am. That's true." 

My voice had gotten smaller, even as the smick, smick, smick of my dripping cock sounded louder. 

"Not once, Bill. But three times?" 

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. Truly sorry." 

"I'm sure you are, Bill. But not nearly as sorry as you'll be after this evening. Erika is already downstairs undergoing her punishment. You'll get to watch for a while, and then it will be your turn." 

As she turned toward the hallway, she kept her firm grasp on my oozing hard-on and pulled me after her. Awkwardly following her, I reasoned that if Mistress Shannon was up here with me, then someone else must be administering the discipline to Erika. And as we approached the kitchen and the stairs to the basement, I could hear the snap of a whip and cries of pain. 

Carefully, she led me down the steps, still gripping my seeping cock. Trailing after her and watching her ponytail pass in and out of the overhead lights, I noticed that reddish highlights were more pronounced than I remembered. But brown still predominated. 

When we reached the bottom, she released me so she could shed her robe and hang it by the door. Her body was magnificent. The black leather half corset ended above her hips, baring her shaved pussy and prominent pubic mound. Pink lips peeked at me from between her shapely thighs. Her full breasts were completely exposed, supported by the under curve of the leather and crowned with large oval nipples, dark red and wildly erect. 

I couldn't help it. I gawked at her. Her green eyes bored into me, and I had to drop my gaze under the intensity of her stare. 

"When you meet Mistress Carolyn, you will assume the prone position, pressing your forehead to the floor until she gives you permission to rise. Do you understand?" 

With my eyes still lowered, I nodded. 

"Yes Ma'am." 

As she ran the tip of her finger over the rounded bulb, causing my quivering hard-on to bob up and down, I could hear the smile in her voice. 

"I think she will be pleased with your big penis, and how eager it is to play." 

Motioning me to follow, she swung open the heavy wooden door and led the way into the cavernous room. A tall blonde, with nearly the same costume as Mistress Shannon, turned to me abruptly, her long flowing ponytail swishing across her broad shoulders. I caught a glimpse of large pale breasts, topped with enormous pink areoles peeking above the edge of her corset before I dropped to the floor and pressed my forehead into the carpet. 

"Good evening, Mistress Carolyn. I thank you for your time tonight." 

"You may raise your head, Bill. Stay on your knees and assume the position," 

Although her voice wasn't as low and throaty as Mistress Shannon's, it had a lilting musical quality. Shuffling my thighs wide apart, I clasped my hands on top of my head and rose up onto my knees, causing my swollen cock to jut out before me. The shapely blonde was nearly as tall as the other Mistress. She wore an identical leather mask, her bright blue eyes glittering at me through the black leather. Her snug corset was longer, covering more of her wide hips, but still leaving her pussy bare. A soft sprinkling of light blonde pubic hair had been trimmed into a wispy landing strip, just above the pink puffy lips. While Mistress Shannon's boots came mid-way up her thighs, Mistress Carolyn wore knee high black boots, contrasting sharply with the paleness of her muscular thighs. 

Snapping the leather riding crop against her boots, she sauntered across the room to tower over me, standing with her feet well apart, allowing me to see directly up between her open thighs. Deftly using her crop, she let the soft tip play over my cockhead, moving it back and forth before sliding down my upright shaft. I shivered as she tapped it lightly, causing it to bounce up and down. I could hear a smile in her voice. 

"Very nice. Tongue." 

Without any hesitation, I stuck out my tongue and waited. 

"VERY nice. I can see that he is responding well to his training." 

Sliding the riding crop across the underside of my jawline, she reached down with her other hand and spread her pink lips wide with her fingers. Mesmerized by the clear drops of fluid glistening along the inner curves of her pussy, I gazed at her dripping flower as she inched closer. The small knob of her erect clit peeked out from under the hooded flesh. 

As she wedged her booted feet between my thighs, l leaned forward, the tip of my tongue sliding easily inside her juicy lips as I licked up the full length of her yielding crevice. The tall blonde shuddered as I grazed her straining bud. Letting the riding crop dangle from her wrist, she palmed the back of my head with both hands and pulled me farther into her crotch. As she bucked her hips against my face, humping my stiffened tongue, she grunted with each savage thrust. It didn't take her long to climax, a low growl erupting from deep in her throat as she reached her peak. 

I was surprised at the amount of fluid that she gave me. I'd become so accustomed to the generous flow from the majority of Club members that the relative paucity came as a surprise. Effortlessly, I lapped it up, slurping on the rigid button that extended well beyond the folds of her pink flesh. Gasping for air, she pushed me away, looking down into my eyes as she held me by my hair. With just a hint of grudging respect, she spoke to Mistress Shannon. 

"You're right. For a guy, he's pretty good." 

Stepping back, she retrieved the leather crop hanging from her wrist as she barked. 

"On your feet." 

Roughly, Mistress Shannon grabbed me by my arm and yanked me up, sending my erect cock into a wildly swinging arc. Once I was up, I didn't wait for further instructions, spreading my feet apart and thrusting my hips up toward the blonde. My jutting pole bobbed up and down, energetically pointing out away from my open thighs. Deliberately, she reached down and wrapped one hand around my thickened shaft, squeezing firmly, almost as if she were testing its firmness. 

"This is a lovely penis you have, Bill. And it's very excited, so ready to play." 

Behind me, I could hear equipment being moved, but my attention was on Mistress Carolyn as she started to stroke me, posting up and down the throbbing shaft. When the single eye at the tip gaped open and began to weep fluid, she abruptly released her grip and stepped back, leaving my quivering hard-on to drip on the floor. Slowly, she raised the riding crop overhead. In horror, I watched as she brought the riding crop down, landing the leather tip directly on my defenseless cockhead. 

I cried out, my knees buckling as I turned my hips away from the unexpected force of the blow, but at least, I remained in position. As I waited for another whack from the pale blonde, Mistress Shannon knelt behind me and slipped leather cuffs around my ankles, securing them to a spreader bar, compelling me to keep my feet stretched well apart. Smiling as she snapped the leather crop against her boots, Mistress Carolyn watched as another pair of cuffs were attached to my wrists. As they were hoisted overhead, I was stretched into a spread-eagled position, rising up onto the balls of my feet to maintain a precarious balance. 

With my extended arms twisting slowly back and forth, the regal blonde strolled closer, her light blue eyes glittering as they peered at me through the black mask. Using the crop, she ran the soft leather tip along the length of my rigid pole, tapping the underside of the rounded bulb so that it bounced up and down. 

"Now that your penis has been introduced to the crop, observe your trainer." 

With her comment, I realized I hadn't seen Erika yet. Stepping aside, the blonde mistress sauntered over to the velvet covered wall, her pale hips swaying seductively. As she adjusted the overhead lights, I saw Erika suspended spread-eagled from the ceiling, totally nude but for the leather collar around her neck. Her hands and arms were pulled forward, which tilted her body at a 45 degree angle and allowed gravity to act upon the weighted clamps swinging from her elongated nipples. Gasping for air, she glanced up with a spark of defiance in her dark blue eyes. With her thick brown hair falling in profusion across her sweaty face and shoulders, she winked at me. 

As Mistress Carolyn re-crossed the floor, I felt the other leather clad woman step close to me, pressing her erect nipples into my side. As she palmed my left ass cheek, I caught a whiff of her spicy perfume. I knew I'd inhaled it recently, and not here in the play room. I racked my brain trying to recall the memory as she whispered in my ear, squeezing and massaging my butt. 

"Watch, Bill. And know that you are next." 

The tall blonde began by rapping Erika's distended nipples with her crop, first one and then the other, alternating back and forth and setting the hanging weights in motion so that they swung freely beneath the angled torso of the bound girl. She moaned as the blows grew sharper and more violent, crying out loud when a particularly vicious hit landed. 

Breathing heavily, her pale flesh above her corset jiggling as she moved, Mistress Carolyn slid behind the panting brunette, easing between her open legs, snapping the crop against her boots, making Erika wait. Finally, she started again, aiming for the exposed ass cheeks, again alternating sides, lightly smacking the bare flesh at first, then with increasing force. 

Letting her fingers slip down between my spread buttocks, Mistress Shannon began teasing my sphincter, circling the crinkled hole before dipping one finger inside. I gasped as she suddenly plunged it deep inside. Quickly withdrawing her finger, she stretched the crevice, twisting her single digit back and forth as she worked to loosen my opening. As she continued to ream my ass, the brunette wrapped her other hand around the upper portion of my swollen shaft, just under the ridge that crowned my cockhead. I winced as she started to rub the pad of her thumb back and forth across the slit at the tip, trying to coax my cockhole to open. 

"Relax, Bill. You're in for a long night." 

Abandoning my engorged bulb, she began to pump my thickened shaft, slowly, steadily as across the room, I watched Mistress Carolyn exchange her riding crop for a whip. Erika couldn't see what she was carrying as the mistress she stepped back behind her spread legs. Without warning, the blonde brought the thin leather strands up between her parted thighs, the tips curling in and around her exposed lips of her bared pussy. My trainer screamed, her knees buckling at the force and precision of the blow. 

Swinging it overhead this time, Mistress Carolyn directed the whip to fall directly onto the girl's ass, the flexible strands sliding between her spread buttocks and finding her defenseless cavity. Once more, Erika cried out, thrashing against her restraints, the dangling weights swinging wildly, tugging on her reddened nipples. 

Mistress Shannon chuckled in my ear as she slipped a second finger into my rectum. I grunted as she shoved them deep inside, matching her rhythm in and out of my ass with the fist jacking my throbbing hard-on. When my breathing began to grow ragged, she stopped, releasing my rigid pole but keeping her fingers thrust deep inside of me. 

"Twice you got to ejaculate as much as you wanted. Both at the pool party, and then again during the ladies brunch. But not tonight." 

Yanking her fingers out of my ass let the cool air flood my open hole, and I shivered. Leaving me to twist in my restraints, Mistress Shannon strolled over to the table that held the whips and other implements. She picked up the riding crop and strode in stand in front of the girl hanging by her arms and legs. Feebly, Erika raised her head and looked at the auburn haired woman. 

"Thank you, mistress." 

With that acknowledgement, the two mistresses started a coordinated assault. Mistress Shannon attacked Erika's vulnerable pussy from the front, swinging the stiff crop up under her torso while the other Mistress wielded the whip from behind. The blonde alternated her aim, swinging the leather strands overhead to bring them down directly between the girl's parted ass cheeks and targeting her sphincter. Then, she swung the whip underhand, snaking the leather stands up between her thighs to find her open pussy lips. As the two women continued to rain a steady stream of blows on the bound girl, I couldn't help but admire the way their full breasts swayed above the leather corsets, nipples hard and erect as they pummeled my trainer. As they continued, the cries coming from Erika began to die down. Finally, she grew nearly silent, with only whimpering sounds coming from her throat. 

And then I noticed something surprising. 

Her hips started to respond, rhythmically moving to meet the persistent blows. Pulling on the arm restraints, Erika tilted her pubic mound upward to receive the crop from Mistress Shannon, and then arching her back so that she offered her ass as a more inviting target to the tall blonde. Her breathing grew ragged, punctuated by grunts as she approached a massive orgasm. Picking up the pace of their assault, the two mistresses urged the girl on. 

When the first waves of passion rolled through her body, Erika screamed and thrashed against the restraints, sending the weights on her distended buttons bouncing violently until the one attached to her left nipple swung free, rebounding off the thin carpet. The leather-clad women didn't stop, whipping my trainer into a frenzy. Suspended from the ceiling, she writhed nonstop as powerful spasms swept through her body. In awe, I watched as climax after climax overwhelmed her, fluid squirting from between her thighs to pool on the floor below. 

Finally, she collapsed, sagging against the thick ropes that held her arms and legs, moaning softly. The two women stopped, their bared breasts heaving from their exertions, Mistress Shannon's oval nipples reddish brown and pulsing with excitement, Mistress Carolyn's huge pink areolas wrinkled and stiffly erect. 

Tossing her whip aside, the pale blonde gently unclipped the remaining weight from her captive's raw-looking nipple. Bending over, she took first one and then the other between her full lips, sucking them into her mouth, licking them lovingly, bathing the sore nubs with her saliva. 

Moving around the suspended girl, Mistress Carolyn carefully released first one, and the other ankle cuff from the hanging spreader bar that was attached to the ropes. Making sure that Erika had regained her footing, she then unhooked the girl's wrists from the overhead restraints. On wobbly legs, the nude brunette straightened up, pressing her hands between her thighs as an occasional tremor rippled through her exquisite body. 

Through Mistress Shannon's black mask, there was an unmistakable gleam in her green eyes as she sauntered across the room toward me. As she drew close, she let the crop dangle from her wrist and reached out to curl one hand around my twitching shaft, squeezing firmly. The reddish haired mistress started to post up and down while Mistress Carolyn circled around Erika to stand before her. With her boots planted well apart, I could see the plump lips of the tall blonde as they hung down between her parted thighs. 

Placing both hands on the slumped shoulders of the nude girl, she purposefully pushed down, forcing Erika to kneel on the floor. As she towered over her, Mistress Carolyn inched forward, sliding her booted feet even farther apart until she straddled my trainer's face. 

"Tongue." 

Since I saw Erika's hands glide up the backs of the blonde's pale thighs, I assumed the kneeling girl obeyed. Clinching her butt, Mistress Carolyn thrust her hips forward and cupped the back of the brunette's head, presumably holding the girl's tongue firmly in her crotch. As I watched the leather clad blonde hump her face, Mistress Shannon continued to pump my bloated hard-on. It didn't take long for either action to take effect. My cock started to leak, and Mistress Carolyn began to climax 

As I dripped on the floor, the regal blonde cried out and pounded the girl's face. A powerful orgasm wracked her body, and from my viewpoint, I could see the sides of her magnificent breasts bouncing freely above the leather corset as she gave herself over to the violent spasms. My own breathing grew ragged and I started to thrust against the steady pumping Mistress Shannon was giving my seeping hard-on. 

A sharp smack on my butt snapped my concentration. 

"No more of that." 

The auburn haired brunette abruptly released my cock, leaving it to twitch and jerk as it jutted out before me, the rounded end shiny with oozing fluid. Finished grinding her hips into Erika's mouth, Mistress Carolyn withdrew and turned to face me. Opening her thighs, she reached down to spread her pussy, showing me just how inflamed the reddened lips of her dripping flower were. 




WVC Ch. 26: Training 03



"You're pretty good with your tongue. She's better. I just think you need more practice." 

My stiff cock bobbed enthusiastically at the thought. Rubbing her exposed pussy while she stared at my quivering shaft, and then nudged the girl with her boot. 

"Gather the clips from the floor, and prepare Bill." 

Still groggy, Erika nodded, reaching down to recover the one closest to her. With her full breasts swinging underneath her, she crawled across the carpet to retrieve the other one, which had bounced a few feet away. Gracefully, she stood up and looked at me, brushing the wild profusion of brown hair back behind her bare shoulders. Streaked with makeup, her pretty face was expressionless as she padded barefoot across the room, glancing down at my jutting hard-on, avoiding it as she stepped close to me. After holding my gaze for a long minute, a faint smile crossed her mouth and she ducked her head to slip her wet lips around my left nipple. 

Quickly, it responded to her forceful sucking, growing erect in a matter of seconds. Pulling her head back, she took it between her thumb and forefinger, rubbing the stiff button back and forth, trying to excite it even more. I squirmed under the focused attention. The knowing smile returned to her lips as she clipped the weighted chain onto the slippery nub. I gasped at the shock, but had little time to react as my trainer repeated the process with my other nipple. 

Once both of them were swinging with the weights, I saw that Mistress Shannon had rolled what looked like a mini stockade into the middle of the room, right under a spotlight. Unlike the pictures of a regular pillory that I'd seen, it was built much lower, only reaching about waist high. And instead of the normal three holes for a prisoner's head and wrists, there was only one, right in the center. And it was too small for someone's neck. Smiling at me, she opened the wooden contraption, raising the hinged top as Mistress Carolyn loosened the ropes that held my arms overhead. 

"We had it crafted especially for you, Bill." 

Crooking her finger, the mistress with the auburn hair summoned me. With the ropes sufficiently loosened, I was able to come back down from standing on my tiptoes to hobble over to the stockade. My walk across the room was ludicrous as I swayed from side to side, stiff-legged with the steel spreader bar keeping my feet wide apart. The weights attached to my throbbing nipples swung wildly back and forth with each step, and my stiff cock bounced violently as I lurched across the floor. Approaching the wooden device, it suddenly dawned on me that the small opening was the exact height of my bobbing hard-on. 

"Initially, we planned to make the hole smaller, just large enough to accommodate your erect penis. Then we decided that your entire genital package would present a better target." 

Turning to my trainer, Mistress Shannon continued as she idly tapped the side of her black boot with her crop. 

"Erika, place his genitals in position." 

Wrapping both hands around the leather strap that circled my cock and balls, the nude girl gently tugged, encouraging me to thrust my hips forward so that the under curve of the wooden hole nestled behind my balls. Satisfied with my placement, she stepped back and started to lower the top section of the structure. 

"We've also renamed it. Instead of a stockade or pillory, it is now known as the 'cockade'." 

Once my cock and balls were tightly secured within the cockade, they were almost completely out of sight. All I could see was my purplish cockhead and the first couple of inches of the shaft. As Erika latched wooden top shut, I realized that it was surprisingly comfortable. As Mistress Shannon continued with her explanation, the tall blonde hoisted my arms back overhead, not as high as before, but just enough so that I was stretched uncomfortably. 

"One of our alumna is a wood sculptor, a quite accomplished one. She was delighted to have the opportunity to craft such a unique restraint. Her only regret that she wasn't here to witness the initial use. There should be no splinters. She was very diligent in sanding and hand rubbing the curved surfaces to make certain that it was completely smooth." 

Sauntering back to the table full of implements, Mistress Shannon exchanged the riding crop for a small whip, this more delicate-looking than the one that had been used on my trainer. She handed it to the leather clad blonde and picked up yet another whip, this one long and imposing. Swinging it lazily, she circled around behind my back until she was out of sight. 

"Erika, prepare his penis." 

Immediately, the girl dropped to her knees in front of me, almost disappearing behind the wooden cockade. I felt her wet mouth envelope my cock, bathing my rigid pole with her saliva. She wasn't sucking me, or attempting to get me more aroused. It was more like she was trying to drench my hard-on with as much spit as she could. 

I had other things to worry about as Mistress Shannon swatted my bare ass with her whip. Although it wasn't as painful as I feared, it did sting and cause me to drive my hips forward, bumping up against the solid wood. Erika kept bathing my hard-on, using her tongue to lather on the saliva as she gripped the base of my shaft on the other side. 

"Club rules are to be followed and obeyed." 

"Yes Ma'am." 

Swat! 

"They are not to be ignored, no matter how many young, nubile girls suck your erect penis." 

"Yes Ma'am." 

Swat! 

"Nor how many hot moms want you to cum in their mouths. Is that clear?" 

"Yes Ma'am." 

Since the last blow was quite a bit harder, I got the distinct feeling she was just getting warmed up. The tall blonde loomed in front of me, smiling ominously as she tapped Erika's shoulder. Swinging the small whip slowly back and forth, I saw that her nipples remained stiff and erect, the tiny buttons surrounded by enormous pale circles of pink crinkled flesh. 

"That's enough for now." 

Obediently, the nude brunette stopped, completely letting go of my dripping hard-on. As it protruded out from the polished wood, quivering with anticipation, I could see Erika sit back on her heels, saliva dribbling down her chin. Her brown eyes focused on the other side of the pillory, watching my rigid cock tremble as Mistress Carolyn let the leather tips of her whip play over the top of the wet bulb, teasing me. Even as I shivered, I couldn't help but admire the way her large breasts swayed above the black leather. With her pale blue eyes glittering, she studied the way the soft leather draped over the engorged bulb as she cleared her throat. 

"When your penis is soaking wet like this, the sensitivity of your skin is more acute." 

Standing directly in front of me, she swung the whip high overhead and brought the strands unswervingly down onto my engorged cockhead, the tips lashing the vulnerable knob, biting into the tender skin. I screamed and thrashed against my restraints, jerking and pulling, sending the weights fastened on my nipples swinging wildly. I found that I had very little room to move. The cockade effectively kept my hips from doing little more than squirming ineffectively. 

Before I had a chance to recover, Mistress Shannon delivered a blow across my buttocks, much harder and more painful than the one I received in front. Again, I cried out, tugging vainly against the ropes holding my arms. As I writhed in the restraints, gasping for air, they waited for me to calm down. My panting slowed and the tall blonde let the leather strands trail across my bloated knob, hypersensitive from the previous attack. Watching my inflamed cockhead tremble, Mistress Carolyn wet her lips. 

"This is also specially made, a whip designed expressly for genital punishment. And since it was your penis that got you in trouble, it is only fitting that the bulk of your punishment should be directed at your large, erect genitalia." 

Swinging the black leather whip back over her head, she brought it down onto my defenseless bulb. Once more, I screamed and pulled against my bonds, launching another round of bouncing weights tugging on my tortured nipples. Before I could recover, Mistress Shannon smacked my buttocks, setting me thrashing against my restraints. 

They stood watching as I sagged into the ropes, letting the restraints hold my weight as I tried to catch my breath. Shaking her blonde head, Mistress Carolyn stepped closer, right up to the wooden structure. Looking down at my cock on the other side, she placed her fingers underneath and lifted it up. I hadn't even noticed that it had started to wilt, the searing pain had been too great. Squeezing the softened shaft, she clucked her tongue. 

"This will never do. We can't punish a penis that's not fully erect." 

Turning her gaze to the girl kneeling beside her, she pointed my limp cock toward her. 

"Erika." 

My trainer knew exactly what was expected of her. Scooting closer to me on her knees so that she was partly hidden behind the pillory, the nude girl ducked her head and took my aching cockhead back between her lips. As Mistress Carolyn began to squeeze and stroke, gripping me near the base of my shaft, my trainer sucked this time with a different intent. Slurping noisily, she worked diligently to revive my hard-on, bobbing her head up and down, her cheeks billowing in and out as the masked blonde jacked my cock into her mouth. 

Behind me, Mistress Shannon didn't stop, whacking my ass with increasingly sharp blows. These weren't love taps. They were stinging whip strokes delivered with purpose and a firm hand. I could hear the mistress behind me grunt softly with each swing, and I got the distinct impression she was taking out more than a little anger and frustration on my defenseless butt. 

With the tall blonde squeezing and pumping the lower part of my stalk, and Erika's vacuuming lips working enthusiastically on the bulb, it wasn't long before I was fully erect. Satisfied with my renewed hard-on, Mistress Carolyn smiled her approval, still grasping my stiff pole. 

"Excellent! Now get him sopping wet, just like before." 

Without missing a beat, the kneeling girl shifted gears, bathing my swollen knob with her tongue, licking and slobbering instead of sucking, covering my cockhead with her spit. Holding the base of my shaft until I was sufficiently drenched, the blonde mistress then released me and stepped back. Erika gave me one last lick, flicking the tip of her tongue into the hole at the very end, teasing it to spread wide before she settled back onto her heels to watch. Behind me, Mistress Shannon paused, breathing heavily as she waited. 

With pale breasts wobbling above the edge of her black leather corset, Mistress Carolyn lifted her whip overhead and began another vicious assault on my engorged bulb. Several strands of black leather found the yawning cavity of my cockslit, biting into the gaping hollow, further inflaming the sensitive skin. I cried out, although this time my response sounded more muted than before. Maybe I was weaker. Maybe my hearing was affected. I couldn't tell. I was too busy trying to endure the ordeal. 

The mistress behind me whipped my butt again, but this time her aim was different. Rather landing across my bare butt, she swung her whip up between my spread thighs so that the tips of some of the tendrils found their way between my parted ass cheeks, stinging my puckered sphincter. 

They alternated like that for a while. Front and back, front and back, a sharp smack on my engorged cockhead and then another whack up between my legs. Sometimes, Mistress Shannon missed, landing her whip strokes along my inner thighs instead. I could feel tears start to roll down my face, coating my cheeks as the women continued, alternating front and back, cock and ass. Feeling like a ping pong ball as they swatted my body, I lost count of the number of blows but eventually Mistress Carolyn halted. With her heavy breasts rising and falling with her labored breathing, she nodded at Erika. 

"Again." 

I hadn't realized that I had lost my erection until my trainer curled her hand around my limp shaft and slurped my softened knob back between her lips. As she nursed me back toward yet another hard-on, the tall blonde watched us as she caught her breath, the nipples stiff in the center of her reddish pink circles. Sagging against the restraints around my wrists, I heard Mistress Shannon rummaging among the implements on the table, but I was too tired to give it much thought. 

It took more time and effort on Erika's part this time, pumping and sucking, encouraging my cock to regain the earlier rigidity, but finally it recovered enough to swell in my trainer's grip and fill her slurping mouth. As I stood there with my arms high overhead, enjoying the girl's expert lips on my burgeoning hard-on, I watched Mistress Carolyn swish her small whip back and forth, waiting. The regal blonde really did have a marvelous body. 

Once Erika finished reviving me again, Mistress Carolyn tapped her on the shoulder and she sat back on her heels. I could feel my dripping cock quivering eagerly as it stuck straight out from the pillory's opening. As she draped the loose ends of the whip across the bloated knob, teasing the sensitive surface, I realized just how perfect a target my jutting pole made. Without raising her eyes, she spoke to Erika. 

"Go." 

Nodding her assent, the nude girl rose gracefully to her feet, padding across the room. I couldn't see what she retrieved from the table, but I heard her return and settle directly behind me. When I felt a cool, wet cloth slid into the valley between my buttocks, I jumped. The moist fabric circled around my exposed hole, and as the unseen finger dipped inside, bathing my rectum with a slightly stinging liquid, I tried to relax, breathing deeply. As Erika continued to work her finger deeper inside of me, twisting and turning, rotating it back and forth, the blonde mistress stepped closer. Curling her hand around the upper part of my stalk, she lightly ran the pad of her thumb across my cockslit. I shivered as a sly smile crossed her lips. 

"Since Erika will be attending to your ass for the moment, I'll be forced to make certain this big penis of yours stays fully erect." 

She really looked like she was being forced. Her pale blue eyes glittered beneath the leather mask as she squeezed my shaft, compelling the crevice at the tip to spread wide so she could wedge her fingernail into the opening. I gasped as she rimmed the cavity with her sharp nail, twisting the tip into my yawning cockhole. Holding the slit open, she began to pump me with her other fist. 

Behind me, Erika pulled her cloth covered finger out of my butt and as she replaced it with her probing tongue, my straining hard-on started to leak. I knew because a familiar sound began to echo in the cavernous room as Mistress Carolyn kept jacking me- smick, smick, smick. Pausing to smear the seeping fluid all over my rounded bulb, she shook her head as she resumed posting up and down the full length of my swollen pole. 

"You really do leak a lot." 

Still pumping my shaft, she let go of the engorged cockhead to grab the handle of the small whip which had been dangling from her wrist. Shaking out the leather strands, she grinned up at me. 

"It will make your discipline that much more effective." 

With that, she gripped the base of my dripping cock and held it high. Raising her whip, she brought it down squarely on the tip of my upturned knob, centering the thin tendrils right onto my oozing cockslit. I screamed and tried to recoil from the blow, but her strong grasp and Erika's nose pressed between my ass cheeks kept my hips firmly against the wooden pillory. 

Gasping for air, I watched warily as she coiled the whip, dimly aware that Mistress Shannon had circled back into my line of vision. Stroking my cock, coaxing it to remain fully erect, the tall blonde let the leather strands trail across my cockhead, caressing the flaming skin. As she raised the whip and held my swollen bulb high, I steeled myself for the next blow. When it came, swishing down directly onto the vulnerable knob, I cried out again, thrashing in the arm restraints, knowing that my hips were immobilized against the unyielding cockade. 

As I recovered, my trainer worked her thumbs into the valley between my ass cheeks and pried them farther apart so she could worm her way deeper into my rectum. Mistress Shannon edged up to my right side and unclipped the heavy weight that had been swinging off my nipple. I'd completely forgotten about them, but the swift surge of blood back into the tortured nub quickly captured my attention. 

Ducking her head, the auburn haired woman began to bathe it with her tongue, flicking the sensitive bud before she stepped back. Suddenly, I realized that she'd exchanged her whip for a long slender switch. My eyes grew wide as she lifted it above my chest, aiming for the tender button. Searing pain shot through me as she administered a rapid series of blows, one after another, rat-tat-tat-tat. I could feel tears streaming down my face, and I was pretty sure I had my mouth open, but I couldn't tell if I was screaming or not. And then she stopped, circling back behind me and out of sight. 

Standing in front of the wooden structure, Mistress Carolyn was still posting up and down my hard-on, urging me to stay erect. Grinning up at me, she spoke without missing a beat. 

"Having such a big penis makes an inviting target, no matter what I'm using." 

As she tightened her grip on my rigid pole, she stopped and held it still so that it pointed it straight up in the air. Gathering a mouthful of saliva, she leaned over and let it drop from her lips to land exactly on the rounded end of my engorged bulb. Gazing down to watch, she spread the slippery fluid all over my cockhead, making certain that I was thoroughly drenched with her spit. 

Satisfied with her lubrication, she shook out her whip as she resumed the steady fisting of my bloated shaft, now slick with saliva mixed with my lubricating juice. Mistress Shannon reappeared on my other side, and when she removed the hanging weight from my left nipple, I knew that my defenseless nub was about to be the objective of her switch once more. So when she took my rigid button between her moist lips this time, sucking and twirling her tongue around the jutting point, I didn't enjoy quite as much. 

And sure enough, once Mistress Shannon was satisfied that my nipple was pulsing eagerly and fully distended, she stepped back and started her rapid fire tattoo with the switch. The difference this time was that leather clad blonde joined her, raising my soaking wet cockhead to receive the direct hits from the small whip she wielded. Modifying her technique, she swung the leather strands in a continuous circle, rotating her wrist to rain a series of smacks down on my dripping bulb. With my trainer's face jammed into my ass, pinning my crotch against the unyielding pillory, I had no place to escape. So I simply stood there and took it, throwing my head back and clenching the ropes hanging from the ceiling, trying to breathe through the relentless attack. 

Eventually, my hard-on began to flag and they stopped, both mistresses breathing heavily in the silence. As she finally released her grasp around the softening rod, Mistress Carolyn stepped back and gazed down at my shrinking erection. Even through the haze of pain, I couldn't help but admire the way the tall blonde's chest heaved from her exertions, the pink nipples wrinkled and firmly erect. 

Reaching down between her thighs, she slipped a finger between the wet lips of her pussy as she swung the whip underhand, hitting my now flaccid cock and bouncing it off the wooded cockade. She did that a couple of times before she nodded toward Mistress Shannon. Nodding back, the auburn haired mistress stepped closer to me and slid a soft hand across my ass cheeks, guiding Erika to stop her assault on my sphincter and pull her head back. As Mistress Shannon lifted the heavy wooden top of the pillory, the blonde stretched high to release my wrists, first one and then the other. As she reached up, Mistress Carolyn thrust her oversized breasts into my face, the rigid nipples brushing lightly against my wet cheeks. I thought we might be done. I was wrong. 




WVC Ch. 26: Training 03



Rotating my shoulders to restore my circulation, I watched the tall blonde snake her hand back between her legs as she strolled toward the side of the room. Her wide hips rolled with each exaggerated step. Retrieving something I couldn't see, she also picked up a padded bench and carried it into the center of the room, setting it directly under a spotlight. She swung one long leg up and over the bench so that she sat down straddling the cushioned top, and beckoned me to join her. Awkwardly, I hobbled the few feet to the angled bench, the spreader bar making each step a comical ordeal, my flaccid cock flopping loosely between my legs. 

Leaning back on one elbow, she smiled at me and used the fingers of her other hand to spread open the glistening lips of her pussy. Her intent was unmistakable. Still wearing the wrist cuffs, I rested my hands on the end of the bench so I could lower myself down between her open knees. With the iron bar keeping my feet and ankles spread well apart, it was a challenge to maneuver my way into position. There was more than a hint of amusement in her blue eyes as she watched me struggle. 

"You get another chance, Bill. I want to compare your technique with your trainer's." 

Leaving one booted foot planted on the floor, she lifted her other one and propped the heel on the edge of the bench. Holding her gleaming lips wide, she showed me just how aroused she was. The outer folds of her pussy looked longer and thicker than before, and the color of her inner petals had darkened to a deep, flaming crimson. Beads of moisture glistened in the bright light. 

"Tongue." 

Crawling over the leather topped bench, I struggled to get farther between her pale thighs, stretching my tongue out to make contact with her sleek skin. She sighed as the tip traced the slick wetness along the length of her moist lips. Perched on the end of the bench, my slowly reviving cock extended out below it, the enflamed bulb bumping up against the underside as I lunged forward. 

As I began to flick the rigid button that stuck out from her hooded folds of skin, I heard the unmistakable sound of a whip striking bare flesh behind me. I didn't have time to think as Mistress Carolyn wrapped her booted legs over shoulders, pinning me firmly into her crotch and squeezing my ears between her gripping thighs. The blonde began to buck against me, lifting her hips up off the padded bench and shoving her pussy into my face. As I stiffened my tongue, I speared her and drove the rigid point deep into her yielding cavity. 

When she smacked my upturned butt with a long switch, I yelped in surprise and shoved my tongue up to the hilt, burying my nose in her mound. I didn't even realize that she was carrying a whip. It took only moments before a mammoth climax began to approach and she rained the blows down on my upturned butt fast and furiously. 

Reaching around her ample hips, I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her closer. She was squirming away from me, and I lunged after her, stretching across the end of the bench to keep my tongue in her pussy. As I urged her on toward her orgasm, alternately flicking her stiff clit and plunging my tongue deep inside of her, I realized that my cock was fully erect, the engorged knob rubbing against the brass studs that held the leather top in place. 

Without thinking, I started to hump the underside of the bench, arching my back and lifting my ass to receive the sting of the switch, and then thrusting my hips forward to wring the maximum sensation out of the unyielding bench. But it wasn't enough. As Mistress Carolyn flailed away at my butt, I saw that she'd thrown her head back and wasn't watching me. 

Under a pretext of getting into a better position, I stopped briefly to rearrange my hips, climbing up off the floor and halfway onto the bench, plopping my drooling cock on top of the padding. As I resumed servicing her pussy, I realized that this was much better. I could hump the smooth leather, pinning my hard-on against my lower abdomen at the same time I kept tonguing the blonde. As I drove Mistress Carolyn toward a shattering orgasm, I thought I could sneak in a climax for myself. 

As the first shudders swept through her body, she moaned, louder this time while still whacking my upraised ass. But blows weren't nearly as forceful. The intensity of her whip strokes was fading as the climax began to take over. Grunting, I kept my tongue active in her drooling pussy as I ground my cock into the padded bench. Just a few more friction filled pumps against the black leather and I thought I could join her. 

"What do you think you're doing?" 

The bellowed exclamation was accompanied by a hail of blistering switch strokes that landed squarely across my bare ass. Spasms wracked Mistress Carolyn's body as she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer, muzzling me between her clinching thighs as she exploded in my mouth. Since she was using both hands to jam my face into her spitting crotch, it had to be the other mistress whaling away on my butt. 

With the searing pain from the unexpected assault, the urgency of my near climax rapidly faded. Squirming under the ferocious blows, I tried to extricate my head from the viselike grip of the blonde's thighs. I succeeded only in sliding off the bench and sprawling onto floor, but that didn't deter my assailant as she followed me down, thrashing my vulnerable ass with the switch. 

Mistress Carolyn wasn't finished with me either, and I attempted to hurry her along by attacking her exposed clit, licking and sucking with eager abandon. The fluid flowing from her pussy was again only minimal, and I had no trouble drinking in her juices, savoring her flavor even as the whips strokes grew fierce. Finally, the blonde pushed me away and I curled up into a ball on the floor, hugging my knees, rolling onto my side and waiting for the fury to pass. Eventually, it did. 

Panting heavily as she finally halted her assault, Mistress Shannon barked instructions. 

"I'm not finished with you. Get on your hands and knees!" 

Struggling to regain my balance, I followed her orders, turning so that my widely separated feet pointed toward her and my flaming butt was within easy reach. I didn't have to wait long. The air whistled behind me and the first blow struck hard. The shooting pain was worse than before, but I didn't recoil. Instead, I arched my back and thrust my exposed ass higher. Breathing deeply, I closed my eyes and took them all, losing track of the number of times she whacked me. 

Gradually, she slowed, the pace slackening as the intensity of her stokes dwindled and eventually, she stopped. I wasn't sure she was done, or whether she was just taking a break, so I didn't move, keeping my eyes tightly shut. A soft hand ran across my sweaty forehead, and I looked up into the blue eyes of Mistress Carolyn, sparkling at me through the black leather mask. 

"You're finished for this evening." 

But Mistress Shannon wasn't. She snarled at me. 

"On your feet!" 

Clumsily struggling with the spreader bar, I rose to my knees and used my hands to push off the bench and come to my feet. As I turned to face her, the leather clad mistress glared at me and I suddenly realized that my cock was still fully erect, sticking straight out from between my parted thighs. Dropping her green eyes down to watch it quiver as it eagerly pointed at her, she shook her head. 

"Unbelievable." 

Using just the tip of her switch, she ran the slender rod along the sides of my trembling shaft, tracing the thick veins as they bulged with blood. Once, twice, she tapped the top of my reddened knob, causing it to bob it up and down. Sliding the tip under the fully engorged cockhead, she lifted it higher, up toward the ceiling so the flexible switch bowed under the weight of my swollen pole. As she spoke to Erika, she let it drop, watching closely as it bounced between my parted thighs, 

"Take off the spreader bar." 

Obediently, the nude girl padded across the room and knelt beside me, releasing first one and then the other of my ankle cuffs from the rigid iron. Mistress Shannon kept playing with me, running the thin switch all around my bloated balls, tapping the inflamed bulb, hoisting the thickened stalk high into the air and letting it bob energetically. Once my trainer had unfastened the bar, she rose and returned it to the table. Anxious to stretch my cramped legs, I started to shift my weight. Immediately, the mistress with the reddish brown hair smacked my inner thigh. 

"Did I say you move?" 

"No ma'am." 

"Spread your legs wider." 

Already, I felt as extended as possible. But I shuffled my feet a few inches father apart and that seemed to satisfy her. Still lightly swatting my jutting cock, she circled around so that she was standing to my right. 

"Assume the position." 

Since my feet were spread well apart, I clasped my hands on top of my head and thrust my hips farther forward, causing my protruding hard-on to bob up and down. I was not getting a good feeling about this. 

"This session was intended to impress upon you and Erika the importance of obeying Club directives. I believe Erika has learned her lesson. But you --" 

She tapped my trembling cock for emphasis. 

"I'm not so sure about." 

Using the tip of her switch to elevate my swollen pole once more, she continued. 

"This stubbornly erect penis of yours leads me to believe the opposite. That you haven't learned your lesson yet. So I'll just have to make certain.' 

Swinging the slender rod behind me, she smacked my bare butt. 

"Push your hips farther forward." 

Swallowing heavily, I arched my back and shoved my quivering hard-on far out in front of me, beyond what was comfortable so that I teetered on the edge of losing my balance. Erika had returned from replacing the spreader bar on the table, stopping to stand a few feet away, staring down at my throbbing cock as it projected out toward her. I guessed that Mistress Carolyn was still sprawled on the bench behind me. 

"Perfect. Now don't move." 

I heard the whistling sound before the whip stroke hit the target, which was just as I feared, my jutting hard-on. The flexible rod landed across the top of my shaft, right in the middle, and I screamed, recoiling involuntarily from the force of the blow. It was excruciatingly painful. Gasping for air, I tried to compose myself as the auburn haired mistress tapped my bare ass. 

"Back in position." 

I'd kept my feet stationary and my hands on top of my head, but had pulled my hips back. Looking down, I saw that a reddened welt was rising to mark the spot of her initial assault. Wondering how many more I could stand, I slowly arched my back again and thrust out my defenseless cock. It remained erect, but it was not quite as rigid as before. Running the tip of the whip over and under the rounded bulb, she noticed. 

"I see that your penis is still hard, but perhaps just a little less eager than before." 

I held my breath as she lifted the switch, paused with it high overhead, and then brought slender tip down directly on my exposed cockhead. Once more, I screamed and yanked my hips back. But this time, I received a sharp smack on my butt as I did so. Behind me, Mistress Carolynn barked. 

"You are remain absolutely still while you receive you punishment. Do you understand?" 

Feeling tears streaming down my cheeks, I nodded. 

"Yes Ma'am." 

The blonde remained out of sight as Mistress Shannon slid the slim switch underneath my heavy cockshaft. It was starting to droop and she lifted the thickened pole up high, nodding with satisfaction as she gazed down at the enflamed bulb. The last blow also left an angry stripe, this one decorating the still swollen knob, just above the prominent ridge that circled it. 

Behind me, the blonde palmed both of my blistered ass cheeks and smoothly urged my hips forward. As I assumed the position, I was surprised at how sensitive my skin was to her gentle touch. Still toying with my wilting hard-on, Mistress Shannon asked. 

"Erika, how many times did your male trainee ejaculate without permission?" 

Clearing her throat, the nude girl kept her blue eyes fastened on my shrinking cock as she answered. 

"Four times at the ladies brunch." 

"And at the pool party?" 

"Three." 

Bouncing my heavy cock up and down on the end of her switch, she continued. 

"So a total of seven times. I don't think his penis can take another five strokes." 

She let it drop and watched it swing back and forth between my outstretched thighs, still extending out away from my body. After a long moment, she looked up at me, her green eyes glittering beneath the black leather mask. 

"If you hold your position without flinching, the next whip stroke will be your last. Do you understand?" 

Taking a deep breath, I nodded. Mistress Carolyn released her soft grasp of my butt, leaving me with my exposed crotch shoved out toward Erika. As the green eyed mistress raised the switch for what I hoped was the last time, I closed my eyes and waited. I heard the air whistle, and then, nothing. A gust of air washed over the very end of my trembling bulb. 

I opened my eyes to find Mistress Shannon grinning at me. 

"I missed." 

She tapped the underside of my cockhead, bouncing it up and down. 

"I wanted to see how you would react. You passed. Now, let's do it again." 

Oh great. The mistress with the auburn hair let my tender pole down gently, then lifted the willowy switch overhead. Before I shut my eyes, I caught a glimpse of Erika staring directly at my distended cock, her blue eyes shining brightly. Holding my breath, I listened to the air whistle as she swung. This time, she didn't miss. 

The tip of her switch found the rounded end of my cockhead. I howled with the pain, but I didn't move, keeping my back arched, my hips outthrust and my targeted cock jutting out before me. It bounced up and down from the sheer force of the blow while I kept my eyes tightly closed, breathing heavily, waiting. 

A soft hand slid across my shoulders, and I felt a leather clad female body press against me. 

"You're done, Bill. You and Erika can go upstairs, and get dressed. Close the door behind you." 

Dazed, I opened my eyes to see the blonde smiling at me. She turned away, and joined Mistress Shannon as they began to return the various whips to the table. 

Bending over to stretch my back and release the cramps in my legs, I was surprised to see that my cock was still partly erect, protruding stiffly out from between my thighs. Feeling lightheaded and more than a little dizzy, I turned to follow my trainer. Erika had already left the spotlights and stood by the door, waiting for me. 

My legs were wobbly, and my slow walk across the floor caused my thickened pole to sway back and forth with each step. Her gaze was fastened between my thighs as I approached, but she said nothing, swinging the heavy door shut once I was outside. The shapely brunette gave my protruding cock one more look before turning to make her way back upstairs, and giving me a chance to admire the engorged lips of her swollen pussy peeking out from between her trim thighs. 

It suddenly occurred to me that Erika had forfeited her robe for the evening as well. None were hanging on the pegs behind the door. As I turned to back to hike up the stairs after her, I realized that my trainer hadn't waited for me. She was nowhere to be seen. 

I made my way back to the front room and gingerly took off the leather cock strap. Still semi erect, my cock remained thick and heavy as it swung down between my legs, finally freed of the restraint. After removing the collar from around my neck, I retrieved my pants and sat down to pull them over my legs. Bad idea. My ass was so blistered that I couldn't even sit down. I had no idea that the beating I'd received was that severe. It just seemed numb. 

There were no mirrors anywhere in the house, so I couldn't see how bad it looked. But my skin was really hot to the touch. Stepping into the leg holes, I cautiously eased my pants up my legs and over my flaming butt. For once, it wasn't the front that was uncomfortable, it was the back. I'd pulled on my T-shirt and slipped into my sandals when Erika appeared in the doorway. 

She'd washed the makeup from her face and brushed out her lustrous hair, lounging against the door frame wearing a pair of skin tight green shorts and a blouse loosely tied under her ample chest. The tiny shorts were pulled up into her crotch so that I could see the outline of her plump lips. She looked tired, her wan smile a pallid reflection of what I normally received. 

"Hey. You okay?" 

I nodded in answer as I gathered the leather strap and collar and stuffed them into my front pockets. 

"I guess so. I probably won't be able to sit down for a while." 

"Me neither. Walk me back to the campus?" 

"Sure." 

Outside, it was almost dark, and Erika didn't speak as I fell into step beside her. Walking was difficult as both of us tried to minimize of the pressure of our clothes on our skin. After several uneasy minutes, we had just reached the tree lined campus when I attempted to initiate a conversation. 

"So. Was that the worst?" 

Without giving me an answer, she scanned the darkening pathway ahead of us, glanced over her shoulder and grabbed my arm. Ducking into a cluster of bushes, she pushed me down onto the ground and frantically clawed at the top button of her shorts.  

"I am so horny." 

Ripping open her zipper, she shoved her skimpy pants down her toned legs, letting them pool around her ankles. The half-naked brunette left them on the ground and turned toward me. Her normally low voice was a growl. 

"I need you here, now!" 

Spreading her high heeled sandals, she slid the fingers of one hand over her smooth abdomen, parting her glistening lips as she curled the other behind my head. As I shuffled forward on my knees, I ran my hands up the outside of her muscled thighs, relishing the feel of her sleek skin. Cupping her ass cheeks, I pulled her to me and jabbed my tongue into her drooling pussy. 

She shuddered as the tip of my tongue touched her stiff button, eagerly extending out from the hood. Thrusting her hips against my face with a desperate urgency, she rapidly approached a climax. As I flipped the single metal bar embedded on her plump lips, bouncing it off the distended nub, she moaned and held me closer. When she erupted, the sheer amount of fluid that spewed out of her overwhelmed me, flowing out the sides of my mouth and dribbling down my chin. 

Still grasping the back of my head, she pumped her hips against my mouth, feeding me more of her sweet nectar. I choked on the volume, jerking my head back out of her hands, sputtering as I tried to catch my breath. Looking up at her, standing there on shaky legs, her head thrown back and rivulets of liquid flowing down the inside of her tawny thighs, I was struck by just how gorgeous she was. 

As the last tremors rippled through her swimmer's body, I sat back on my heels and just watched. Finally, her eyelids fluttered open. Soft and dark blue, her eyes took a moment to focus. Almost shy now, she smiled and nodded at me. 

"I'm sorry, Bill. But I needed that." 

She gestured down toward my chest. 

"I drenched your shirt." 

Glancing down, I saw she was right. The wet cotton clung to my skin. I grinned back up at her. 

"It won't be the first time." 

Staring down at her glistening inner thighs, Erika she realized that I wasn't the only one with an appearance problem. 

"Oh my! How can I go back to my dorm looking like this?" 

As I rose to my feet, I had an idea. Whipping off my t-shirt, I handed it to her. 

"It's already soaked. A little more won't make a difference." 




WVC Ch. 26: Training 03



Her look was first one of surprise, then one of gratitude, which was followed by a third, fleeting look I couldn't place. Glancing over her shoulder, she hesitated and then snatched it out of my hand. Quickly, she wiped down the inside of both her legs, holding onto the sodden shirt as she pulled the tiny shorts back up. 

"I'll wash it for you, Bill." 

Shaking my head, I held out my hand. 

"I need to wear something back to my dorm." 

"Umm. Okay." 

She plopped it into my hand and waited for me to pull it over my head. It was really rank smelling now, and she giggled. 

"I'm sure you'll turn some heads now." 

Starting to go, Erika abruptly reversed course and leaned close to me. Expecting a lick alongside the length of my face, I was stunned when she tenderly pressed her soft lips against my cheek. 

"Goodnight." 

And then she was gone, the bushes rustling after her. I waited a few minutes, and then followed her out onto the pathway. Dazed by the unexpected turn of events, I floated back to my dorm oblivious to the raised eyebrows and wrinkled noses as I passed. 

Once I was inside my room, I stripped off my clothes and took a long, hot shower. I recall making it back to bed, but I must have fallen asleep as soon as I lay down. Because sunshine flooding through my window was the next thing I remember.