3 comments/ 6908 views/ 3 favorites Whip and Em Ch. 01 By: bcruel2me I awoke on the side of the road to the sound of someone speaking loudly into a telephone while holding me down. "Yea, I have her under control now, but she hasn't really calmed down at all and still seems confused. Just look for the glowing blue flashlight and come as quickly as you can please." I saw the blurry face of a man, and then realized with horror that neither of us was wearing a shirt. "What the fuck are you doing!? Let me go, you asshole!" I shouted while struggling to get him off of me. My arms swung clumsily and everything seemed very foggy. I couldn't get my words out right and it sounded more like I was moaning, "fuuhh...do...me...asshhole." He was saying words that I couldn't quite make out. All I heard was, "Relax...calm down..." and the rest returned to garbled sounds. This was all like a very strange dream. I kept drifting in and out of sleep as if he had drugged me with a sedative, but instead of allowing me to fade off, this man kept shouting and waking me up again. This dream within a dream was never ending until at last I started to see red and white bursts of light accompanied by a loud screaming sound. * * * When I reopened my eyes I was struck by a horrible headache. Squinting to hide from the light, I recognized the man from my dream. The pain in my head pulsed terribly with every beat of my rapidly accelerating heart. In fear, tears started falling from my watery eyes. Then I felt his strong hand squeeze mine. The heat was so intense that I thought his grip might have burned me. "What...who...don't hurt me..please!" I cried softly. He reached his other hand toward my face and I flinched, but he simply gave a soft, "shh" before wiping the tears from my cheeks. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you. In fact, I kind of saved your life. Well to be exact, your pup and I did. I found you on the street with your dog by your side. Thought you might have been the victim of a hit and run or something. What were you doing out there?" "I was...well, umm. Taking Coda, that's my German Shepherd, for a walk I think." I replied with an inflection that clearly indicated my continued confusion. "So, you didn't punch me in the head or try to rape me or something?" "What!? No of course not. I would never!" He sounded a bit offended. I grumbled with a sigh. "Sorry, I think I have no filter right now. There was a dream...and someone was kind of naked and so was I...we were like...cuddling but he wouldn't let me up...or something." "Well you got me there." He chuckled with a smirk and gave my hand a squeeze, seeming to be reassuring me yet clearly also amused with himself. "You were pretty hypothermic and skin to skin contact is the first response for rewarming in the field." I cut him off, "In the what...? Are you a medic or ambulance man or something? Damnit, I am usually a lot smarter than I sound right now." I started to open my eyes wider and looked down at his hand. His skin was rough and more tan than usual for this time of year. The muscles in his forearm were visible even while relaxed and his biceps looked strong enough to lift me off the ground with ease. His form fitted t-shirt was on again but his jacket was unzipped, revealing a very well defined chest. I looked above the shadow of stubble on his face into warm brown eyes. "You're really hot by the way, did you know that?" Now his smirk turned into a full grin. His cheeks flushed as he tried to choke down his laughter. "Uh, thanks I guess. You're very...well from what I saw, and I wasn't trying to look. Erm, what I mean is, you look lovely even in this hospital bed." "Thanks." I blushed, "Do you have a name?" "I do, my name is Nick, but people call me Whip. And I am not an 'ambulance man;' but I was Special Forces for about 11 years. So I have a decent amount of training. No one knows your name yet though." As he answered I could see the sun rising through the window and started to relax a bit. "Oh, sorry...I'm Marissa, but everyone calls me Em." "So Em, what were you doing out there on the street, in the dark, at 4am, on a snowy morning?" "My dog, Coda, something woke him up and then he woke me up at like 2. Wouldn't let me fall back to sleep...licking and licking and licking my face." I realized I still sounded a little bit like a drunk, but continued on; "So I took the darn beast for a walk. He loves the snow and started running but his leash was stuck on my coat. I guess that made me lose my footing and slip on the ice. Don't know what I hit my head on. Then, viola!" I exclaimed, "Naked you and me!" I gave a slightly embarrassed chuckle. Whip shrugged, "I couldn't sleep either. Went for my morning jog early and found you there. It was so dark I nearly ran past you, but your dog growled as I came closer. That's when I saw you there. Blood on your forehead and barely managing to still shiver. Your pulse was weak and your breath was slow and shallow. I gave you my hat, opened your jacket and tore your shirt open. Sorry about that, I'll buy you a new one." He winked. "I held my bare chest to yours and called for an ambulance. You started to wake and were acting like a drunk; slurred speech, struggling against me. So I had to hold you down and keep you pinned to me until help arrived." "Ohh, this is starting to make a lot more sense. Sorry for accusing you of being a crazy rapist dude." I said through droopy eyes. He gave me a warm smile and squeezed my hand. "Don't worry, I'll give you a free pass this time." He replied in a tone that hinted he might only be half kidding. Whip and Em Ch. 02 A doctor appeared in the door and called Whip's name. He nodded and stood. "I'll be right back, okay?" "No!" I called out. Then in a moment that was completely incongruent with my typically fierce independent nature, I started to sob. "Please, don't leave me, you have to stay right here. Please!" Trying to sit up to stop him, my heart raced, pain shot through my head, and my vision started to go black. Before I could react, my body was falling to the side. Whip caught me gently and laid me back down on the bed. "Whoa there, let's not try that just yet. Listen, you're fine, I'll stay right next to you and the doctor can come in and talk to both of us okay?" He rested a hand on my shoulder using enough pressure to keep me from getting up again. Keeping my eyes closed, I gave a feeble nod in agreement. Why was I so attached to this person that I'd just met? He was literally a stranger off of the street. This was nothing like me at all. Trust was not easy for me and I might have tried to excuse myself and run off if it wasn't for my inability to move. This was exacerbated by the fact that he was still gently, subtly, yet firmly still holding me down on the bed. "Listen do you have any family we can call or friends nearby?" Whip asked softly. "Ohh, my family lives 8 hours away and I don't want to worry them. My best friend happens to be on a family trip out of the country at the moment. I really don't want to worry anyone, I can take care of myself." Whip gave me an incredulous look, effectively communicating that he thought I was full of it, and then turned politely toward the doctor who began his explanation: "Well, it appears that this young lady slipped on the ice and hit her head against something hard. Probably a rock or a tree stump? From what you described she was suffering from moderate hypothermia when you found her. Had it not been for the dog at her side, this might have turned out differently. My guess is that the concussion caused loss of consciousness for a duration long enough for her core temperature to drop. The low temperature also undoubtedly reduced the intracranial swelling, so we can be thankful for that. You did right thing by warming her with skin to skin contact and holding her back from excessive movement. As you know, we used warm saline, warm air, and introduced warm fluids into her stomach. She can have as many warm blankets as she wants now, you can grab them from the cart right around the corner. We'll be keeping a close eye on her temperature to watch for any sudden deregulation, but she'll hopefully be close to her normal self in a day or two." He kept talking and I heard something about an MRI looking good and stitches staying clean. When he spoke again about warm fluids and warm blankets I heard myself sleepily asking for more. There was a chill that I just couldn't get rid of. Soon, Whip was placing a cozy blanket on me and giving me sips of warm chocolate milk. I fought off sleep, afraid he might leave my side or be gone when I awoke. He must have sensed this because he whispered, "Get some sleep, I promise to be here when you wake." He continued to speak comforting words in a low voice, and I soon slid into a deep slumber. * * * In my dream I heard a whispered voices. It sounded like Whip talking to another man. "I don't know man, this one just wasn't right for me." Said the guy who was not Whip. "What happened, I thought it was going well?" "It was until she wanted to switch." "Oh, you didn't negotiate at all with her before this, did you dummy?" "I know I should have, but she was so hot and was being so incredibly submissive at the time. I just went for it." "So that was it? A solid deal breaker, huh?" "Yup, wouldn't you feel the same way?" "Well I'd negotiate first, but yes, I would feel the same way. We can talk all she wants, and she has her safeword, but I always call the shots." "Dude, how about this one, she's totally your type!" "Shut the fuck up man, she's in a goddam hospital bed!" "Okay, okay, I was just saying." * * * When I opened my eyes again, I didn't feel anyone's hand holding mine and a pillow blocked my view of the rest of the room. I felt terribly cold, like my veins were full of ice and I cried out. "Nick! Whip! You...you promised, you bastard! Whip!" My voice was scratchy but I strained to call for him. Where was he? Was he even real? Then I heard an exaggerated sigh as his head popped into view. He pulled the pillow down out of my way to reveal that he had been reading on a laptop with the chair partially reclined, his legs casually propped up on a stool. Something about the way that he was sitting made me feel like he owned his surroundings. "So I'm a bastard, eh?" he mused. "That's one way to say thanks I guess. By the way, call me Whip, not Nick. Don't make me tell you twice." He winked, but he used that tone again that made me think I'd better not test him. It seemed a friendly way of indicating that he expected to be obeyed. "Sorry, uh, Whip. I was a little confused and thought I might have dreamed all this up. Was there someone else in the room?" His face betrayed just a hint of surprise, "Why do you ask that?" "Oh, no reason, I thought I heard another voice when I was waking up. What time is it by the way?" "It's around Noon, and you just deflected my question, but I have nowhere to go, which means that you have all day if you decide to tell me what you're choosing not to say. You know, I've spent a long time learning how to tell when people are holding back. I like you, you've got a spark in you, so I'll hear you out if you want to open up to me. It's your choice." My stomach sank a little. Part of me was concerned because he said I'd have all day and that made me wonder if he was leaving at night. What did I expect? He had no obligation to stay as long as he had already. Who was this helpless version of me? Why wasn't I being my normal confident, determined, independent self? How was it that easy to tell I was holding back and did that mean that the conversation I heard was real? My last relationship had ended in flames after being betrayed by someone I had come to trust. It was a D/s situation that just didn't work out. Did he really just say that I had a 'spark'? This all seemed honestly too good to be true and that made me try to escape in the only way I could: I took a slow, deep breath and braced myself. "Uh, okay. You know, you don't have to stay until the evening. I'll be okay if you go now." The words were hard to say and I felt a little choke in my throat, but I really tried to sound sincere. "Right. Well I know I can go whenever I want. I'm choosing to stay. I'm staying as long as you are. I have a buddy bringing me some things from my house as we speak. You don't abandon someone after you rescue them." He stated this, as if it should all be obvious. "I appreciate you saying that, but it's really...." "Em," he cut me off in a commanding voice, "don't waste your energy." Feeling a bit chastised, I mumbled an apology and tried to turn the volume up on the TV. Unfortunately the remote fell and I couldn't reach over the side of the bed. Whip nabbed it and asked what I wanted to watch in a much softer voice now. I replied, "Might I have something quiet and not very flashy, please?" He turned to a public broadcast of a Christmas concert with Andrea Bocelli. With a raised eyebrow he asked if I had any complaints and I gave a slight shake of my head. Then thought again and said with just a hint of concern, "But I am frozen, I can't get warm." He stood and did something completely unexpected. Taking his shoes off, he said that he'd climb under the covers with me. He explained that his friend would soon return with a thick wool blanket and an arctic bomber hat, and in the mean time I could share his heat. I was a little incredulous but he assured me it was no joke. We lay there for a while, his strong arms holding me tightly as I rested my head on his warm, hard chest. This day had gone from hell to heaven. I fell asleep again, and had no dreams. The vibrations in his chest alerted me to the fact that he was speaking to someone, causing me to slowly return to reality. I looked over to see an equally attractive man, albeit with lighter hair and blue eyes, sitting comfortably next to us. "Hey there, this is Dan, we call him Trap, but he hates that name." Dan smiled warmly. "You almost get caught in a lion trap one time, and no one let's you forget it!" he laughed. "And I hear your name is Em; it's nice to meet you. I trust that Whip hasn't been too hard on you?" "He's been only too kind, as you can sort of see." I said as I snuggled against him. With that Whip gave me a squeeze and started to get up a bit and said that he would freshen up a little and let me enjoy the warm blanket and hat Dan had brought. He said that Dan would stay right there with me. I reluctantly let go and Whip helped to prop me up just a little higher than before so that I could start to sit up a. My head pounded, but the sight of the two gorgeous men was a welcome distraction as they both helped to tuck me in tightly. * * * I was giggling as Dan read part of his humorous blog to me when I stopped abruptly at the sight of Whip exiting the bathroom with only a towel around his waist. I think my jaw dropped a little and a hint of a spark ignited between my legs. "Hi." I squeaked in a failed attempt to sound nonchalant. The two men laughed aloud. It was starting to add up: the way he saved me, his commanding nature, his strength, and his ability to read me. I had to say something about the conversation I overheard before I lost my nerve. Whip tossed a fresh shirt and pants on. I tried not to stare, but from his bulge alone I could tell that he had a lot to offer. "I'm ready to ask you." I said shyly. "Repeat that," said Whip. I gave him a questioning look. "Say it again," he prodded. "I want to ask you now, about what held back from telling you before." "Go ahead then." He replied, pulling up a chair and indicating that Dan should listen up also. "Okay, well what I think I heard. Umm...you were maybe talking about what you both like to do...uh, in the bedroom." I raised my inflection at the end, trying to elicit some guidance. Both men continued to sit still and waited for me to continue. "You're not making this easy." I complained. "Nope," said Whip. "I'm not about making things 'easy.'" He said, mocking me with air quotes. I sighed and continued, letting it all spill out, "I think that you are both Doms, like in a BDSM sense and I've done that before, I mean I've been a sub, I mean I am a sub, not that I have a Dom right now..." I gulped a breath and went on; "Maybe you, well at least you Whip and well, I think Dan too. You seem trustable, err, I mean..trustworthy. At least most people don't save people just to kill them. Well, not civilians at least. Oh shit, sorry." I winced, this was not an awesome pitch. "I want to see, or at least maybe talk about if you, ... if you'd give me a chance to be your sub." I started biting my nails reflexively. Both men seemed to relax and gave one another a knowing look. They were communicating something that I couldn't hope to decipher. Whip gave me a stern look, "Don't bite your nails Em." "Sorry," I whispered, putting my hand down and grabbing hold of the blanket instead. His stern demand, albeit a small one, made me feel a little hint of warmth inside; a small miracle under the circumstances. "I'll tell you what, Dan needs a little bit of a refresher on negotiation anyway. So let's say that tomorrow we'll sit down and have a good talk about it. You really don't need too much extra excitement today." Whip said, giving me a reassuring smile before climbing back under the blankets with me. Whip and Em Ch. 03 Sleep came in fits and starts that first night. Each time I jolted awake Whip was still there right next to me. When morning finally came, he was sipping on coffee and reading a book. As I began to stir, he noticed and gave me a reassuring smile. "Hey there sleeping beauty." I let out a grumble and turned over with my back to him, pulling the pile of warm blankets over my head and trying to fall back to sleep. "You'll warm up more quickly if you have a hot a breakfast." he said. "No. Too cold. Too tired." I whined in a rather pathetic attempt to avoid facing the prospect of having to move or open my eyes again. "I wasn't asking. There's tea and steaming oatmeal here for you. Let's go." reprimanded Whip. Without giving me a chance to argue, he sat me up and slid the tray of hot food in front of me. Slowly I allowed the memories from the day before to come into focus. When I was finished, he told me that I was doing much better and could go home later in the day. "I hate to ask this, but would you be able to give me a ride home?" I responded hesitantly. "Em, I'm giving you a ride to my home. You're not going back to your place unattended until I'm satisfied that you'll be okay." For once, I thought better than to argue. That afternoon Dan returned and drove us home while Whip sat in the back next to me. His house was warm and inviting with plush furniture and fireplace in the living room. He led me to a comfy chair and draped a warm blanket around me. "Do you want to talk about what we started discussing yesterday?" he asked. I nodded in assent. "Okay, first things first; I want to know that you are willing to be appropriately submissive, so you should start by addressing Dan and I as 'sir,' understood?" "Yes, sir." "Good girl. Now let's discuss my expectations before we begin to negotiate. Alright?" I nodded and glanced up at him, reassured by his calm demeanor. "Be honest at all times. Give your best, most sincere effort. Push yourself and expect me to do the same. Trust my judgment. Be respectful. Don't try to manipulate me. Now, tell me if you understand all that." "I understand, sir." "Good. Now let's start with humiliation and degradation. Are those things that you like?" I blushed and stared at the floor. "I'm not sure, sir." "Look at me, Em." Whip said in a kind but firm voice. I looked up to meet his eyes. He looked back, meeting my gaze while saying, "I personally find humiliating and degrading, within context, as a turn on. Naturally, I'm not going to think any less of you if you feel the same way." I sighed with relief. "Okay, then yes sir, I find it to be something I think about a lot." As I said this Dan and Whip exchanged glances, smiling at one another, then at me. I smiled back. "This means that I might have you strip in front of my friends. I'll call you names and tell you that you're a whore and a slut. I'll expect you to thank me when I sit on your face and rub my balls all over it. You'll be expected to crawl on a leash whenever I like. Being used as a footstool is part of the bargain, as is being expected to keep my cock in your mouth while I am relaxing. You must do the same for any of my friends when I ask. Any questions so far?" "No, sir." I replied, trying not to let my quavering voice betray the surge of arousal that was coursing through my body. It took all of my willpower not to reach up to play with my tits or to kneel in front of him and beg to suck on his hot, pulsing flesh. He nodded and continued, "Have you ever had your ass used before?" "Only a couple of times, sir." "And what was it like for you?" "Well, it was a little bit uncomfortable, and I was kind of sore afterward. It also made me feel helpless though, and I think I liked that part." "Both Dan and I will expect to use your asshole whenever we like. You'll be expected to endure it even if it is uncomfortable. In fact, I think I speak for both of us when I say that the thought of you being in discomfort makes fucking you anally even more enjoyable for us." said Whip, looking to Dan questioningly. Dan replied with a wide grin, "Yep, I like a girl who can take it." "I will try to accept whatever use you find for my asshole, sir." "Good, that's what I like to hear. You're off to a good start so far. Now, we haven't discussed pain and punishment yet. However, I enjoy inflicting a moderate amount of pain on a sub; nothing damaging or dangerous, but painful nonetheless. I will spank your ass, slap your pussy and your breasts. I will use clamps and clothespins wherever I like. Your hair will be pulled, and you will be subject to not only my hand, but also to moderate punishment with crops, canes, whips and belts. Can you handle all of that?" The sound of all that punishment seemed a bit threatening and I didn't know how to reply. "I'm not sure, sir, but I'll try to." "Good, that's all I ask of you. Dan, do you have any other questions for this eager sub?" asked Whip. "Do you understand that unless you use your safeword, we will not stop what we are doing even if you struggle or try to fight us?" Dan asked. "Yes sir, at least...now I understand that. Does that mean that I'll be punished for struggling?" "No," responded Whip, "not unless you're purposefully trying to manipulate a situation. Otherwise, you can struggle all you like, it's a bit of turn on to see you so helpless. Don't worry, I can easily hold you down and so can Dan." "Oh, okay sir." I whispered. By the end of our conversation it was nearly dinner time. The men ordered take out and insisted that I drink liberal bowlfulls of hot soup. Afterward Whip insisted that I take a hot bath. He left me to relax and soak up the warmth, returning after about 10 minutes to check on me. He entered without knocking and I let out a slight yelp of surprise. "Just me," he said as he stepped into view. I instinctively tried to cover my pussy with one hand while crossing my arm over my breasts with the other. "What do you think you're doing?" Whip asked with amusement. Before I could respond bent down and grasped my arms, placing them to my sides. "Tssk, tssk. No hiding." "Sorry sir, I didn't think.." I started. "It's fine, you're getting used to me and you're in a new place. I'm not a completely unreasonable person. At least not yet." He said with a quick wink. "Now keep your arms by your side while I get to know your body." I obeyed as he began by placing his hands on my breasts, cupping and squeezing them. Then he pinched my nipples, not painfully, just hard enough to leave them hard and pert. I watched as one of his hands slid down my chest; his fingers landing on my excited clit. He rubbed me gently and I reached out to rub it harder. Seeing my response, he wordlessly caught my hand and slid it back to my side. Maybe it was the images that had been planted during our earlier discussion, or possibly the vision of his muscular body and his controlling actions, but I suddenly felt an orgasm approaching. "Oh god, sir, I think I'm going to cum!" I moaned. "Let it happen. I'm not going to stop you." he responded. His fingers were like magic. He was so good at reading my reactions. The exploding pleasure came in waves and I arched upward in pleasure. I felt my pussy erupt in ecstasy and gripped the sides of the tub. "Holy shit! Oh my...fuck...oh god...yess!!" I called out. "Thank you, thank you, ohh, thank you so much sir." I repeated. "Good girl, I didn't have to tell you to thank me. You're being a very good sub already." He complimented. I smiled contentedly. Whip brought fresh towels and a pair of his cozy pjs and warm socks. There was warm fire waiting in the living room compliments of Dan. I thanked him and then cuddled up next to Whip on the couch, thinking how lucky I was to have been the girl that he found. Whip and Em Ch. 04 Over the next week I struggled to accept that neither Whip nor Dan would allow me to serve them until they were satisfied that I had recovered fully from my ordeal. My greatest challenge was accepting that submission to them would involve allowing myself to be taken care of. I would have to wait until they decided that my body had fully healed. On an unusually warm day I was finally given permission to return home. I was instructed to call to check in before going to bed that night, but once I was alone again I started to feel creeping doubts. After all, this still seemed too good to be true. Feeling so close and so vulnerable became overwhelming. So I didn't call that night. Then to add insult to injury, I turned my phone on silent: big mistake. Around midnight I heard a loud banging outdoors and responded by pulling a pillow over my head. The bangs gave way to a series of clicks and scrapes. Still, I thought I was dreaming. As if on cue, the pillow was yanked off my face while my body was lifted into an upright position. Realization dawning, my eyes grew wide with surprise. There was a fearsome fire burning in Whip's face. "Em, I'm going to ask you one question and you are going to give me a straight answer. We are not playing games. Are you ready to serve me? If you say yes then I am taking you to my house for training until I am satisfied with your behavior. If you say no, then we can walk away right right now." I couldn't read his expression. Was I seeing anger, disappointment, hope, or all three? My eyes widened in shock and disbelief. Filled with intimidation, I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. "Yes sir, please give me a chance to serve you." "Good," he replied, as in one fluid motion he lifted me up and carried me to his car. His expression on the short ride to his home was so intense that I was afraid to say anything and sat stock still. When we arrived once again at his home, he grabbed me firmly by the arm and led me to a guest bedroom. "You'll sleep here until you earn the privilege of being by my side again. You will stay in this room until I fetch you tomorrow. Do you understand?" "Yes sir, I understand." * * * The next day Whip opened the door to the bedroom and I said "good morning." "Don't speak unless you are spoken to," he instructed curtly. "Remove all of your clothes, then come here and kneel in front of me." I was surprised to find that my pussy lips were becoming slick as I obeyed. A rush of calm warmth washed over me as I kneeled before him and instinctively lowered my eyes toward the floor. He patted my head, "good girl, now put your hands behind your back." As I did so, he slid his hand to grasp the back of my hair, and pushed my face against his jeans. "Rub against my dick and smell my sex." I complied and was rewarded by a low sigh escaping from his throat. "Now crawl behind me." As instructed, I followed him on all fours. We stopped in front of a closet that I had not seen before. Taking a key out of his pocket, Whip unlocked the door to reveal a vast collection of toys, implements, and items that I did not recognize. Afraid to look up, partly in fear of disobedience and partly in fear of what I might see, I tried to keep my eyes cast downward. "We'll start easy," he said. "Have you ever felt a cane before?" "Yes sir, a long time ago." "Good, then we'll go with that." He continued past the closet and I crawled behind him as he went down a short stairwell and into a room filled with strange furniture. At first glance it resembled a mix between a home gym and a sex shop. Reaching out to grab something on a hook beside the door, he asked, "Have you ever worn a choke collar before?" "I'm not sure sir, can I see what it looks like?" I asked. In an instant he grasped my neck and held it tightly. It took all my effort to breathe. "You are intelligent and you will speak like an intelligent person. Now think before you open your mouth and use the grammar that you are obviously capable of." Hot tears of shame and fear welled in my eyes. He loosened his grip on my neck and I gasped for air. "I'm sorry sir," I choked, "may I see what it looks like?" "Yes, you may," he replied, holding the collar in front of my face. He slipped the chain loop around his wrist to demonstrate and pulled on it; as he did so, the chain tightened. "The more you struggle, the tighter it gets. Lower your head so I can put it on." I did as he instructed. The cold metal making me his prisoner. He gave a gentle tug on the leash, leading me to a waist high bench. "Bend over the bench, legs spread." I obeyed and was rewarded by his hand caressing my sex. His fingers rubbed between my slit and made fleeting contact against my rising knob. I moaned and then shrieked as he pulled his hand away and brought the cane down hard against my ass. Red hot pain seared my nerves and then faded to a throb. I took a deep breath in anticipation of the next one and this time gave only a whimper while trying to put my mind on something else to distract from the pain. In doing so I zoned out to such an extent that I was able to keep the pain at a distance. This was a mistake. Whip stopped and yanked on the collar, drawing me fully back to reality. At first I thought he was finished with me, but could not have been more wrong. Wordlessly he pulled me backward and pushed me down onto my knees. "Stay!" he commanded in an aggravated tone. He grabbed a stool and sat across from me. I could feel him glaring intently at me, but did not dare to lift my eyes, instead I chose to stare at his leather combat boots. "Look me at me." He demanded in a voice that belied the control he still maintained. I looked in his eyes and saw such intensity in them that I wanted desperately to glance away. Some part of me was lost in his gaze, yearning to please him. "What do you think you were doing?" "I...I.. don't know, sir." I stammered. "If I'm talking and you are staring off into space, do you think that would be a problem?" "Yes, sir." My stomach dropped as I started to realize what I had done wrong. "So tell me why I am not happy with you." "Sir, I think that you are not happy with me because I wasn't paying attention to what you were doing. I was trying not to think about it." In a moment of shame, I cast my eyes downward. He yanked on the collar, forcing my head upward. "Eyes on me. Zoning is a waste of my time and yours. It's also dangerous. Think about what could happen if you are ignoring the signals from you body and fail to realize when something becomes too much for you. This time you will give me a number between 1 and 10 after each whack with the cane. That number will communicate how painful it was. Are we clear?" "Yes, sir," I whispered. "Good, go bend over the bench again." I instantly obeyed, not wanting to make yet another mistake. This time I was ready for the first blow. "5," I said after the first crack. That wasn't so bad, I thought. Then came the next one, and this time I could hear the swish before the wood snapped against my upper thigh. "Ahhh! 8 sir, 8!" I said, rising up on my toes in surprise. Crack! This one landed on the same spot as the last. "What the!?! Holy...oww! I mean; 9...9," I cried out with a gasp. "Now do you see the difference?" He asked with what sounded like bemusement. If he felt any sympathy for me, it was absent in his voice. "Yes sir, there's a big difference sir." I said gasping. "Now show me how you deal with a different kind of pain. Turn around, stand straight, and face me." I turned quickly and saw that Whip had taken his shirt off. Distracted by my lust, I lost my balance, nearly tipping over. He reached out and grabbed my arm to hold me up. I blushed and apologized. "Watch your step there, I don't need you suing me now do I?" He chuckled. I smiled and shook my head. He produced a bottle of water and told me to take a drink. Fearing this might be a trick, I reached out hesitantly, sniffed its contents, and took the smallest sip I could. "It's water Em, plain old water. Watch." He took a long drink and handed the bottle back to me. "What would I do, give an already tipsy girl like you alcohol?" He laughed. My nerves had given me a dry mouth and I chugged half the bottle before I was sated. "Good, now put your hands behind your head and lock your fingers. Push those tits out." I followed his instructions and he reached out and started squeezing my nipples hard. "Breathe slowly, in and out. Watch my chest and breathe with me." I did as he instructed and felt connected to him as we breathed in unison. He pinched tighter and tighter, being kept from squirming only by focusing on his rising and falling chest. Though the pain was intense, waves of pleasure were pulsing down to my pussy. After what must have been many minutes, neither of us speaking, Whip said, "Now I'm going to let go and it's going to hurt, so take a deep breath." The reaction was instant. I saw his hands pull away from me yet it felt like he had tightened his grip. I took ragged gasps of air and bent forward. Then I heard the sound of a zipper and glanced up just slightly. There in front of my eyes was his long hard cock. It took all my willpower not to kneel to the ground to take it in my mouth immediately. Thankfully he was eager to use my throat. Pushing me down and pressing the back of my head, he demanded, "open." I was only too eager to comply. He was so quick that he was halfway down my throat and I choked at his astonishingly wide dick. Grabbing my hair he pulled my head back slightly. "Stick your tongue out and open your mouth all the way." I did so obediently and was rewarded with a deep thrust that caused me to gag and left spit pooling in my mouth. Trying to pull back for air, I was stopped by his firm grip holding me against his body. Finally he pulled back, leaving me gasping and coughing. The next time he repeated this he made me swallow on his cock while it was stuck so deep that his balls slapped hard against me. Opening my eyes I could see nothing but his abdominal muscles tensing beneath his smooth skin. Involuntarily I struggled to free my mouth and fill my lungs, pushing against his legs with my hands. With one hand still against my head, he reached down with the other and pulled my arms painfully tight against my back. He started thrusting down my throat, fucking my face with wild abandon. "Unnggh! Swallow it all....take it all!" He cried out. Then he bucked harder, his shaft pulsed and hot liquid filled my mouth and ran down my throat. When he pulled out I tipped my head back slightly to avoid dripping anything before I swallowed it. I felt so submissive that I didn't want to move without his permission. "Good girl," he said, reaching down to lift the collar from my neck. Knowing better than to speak without permission, I let out a whimper. "Do you want to tell me that you want to keep this on?" he asked. I nodded yes, eyes still locked on the ground. "Well, well. That's progress, girl." He said, rustling his hand in my hair. I was led back into the living room and waited while he sprawled out on the couch. Once I was given permission, I climbed up with him. Before laying down, I looked at him imploringly. "What is it?" He prompted. "Sir, um...well, could I...er, may I lay at your feet?" I said, realizing that the heat rising in my face meant I was blushing bright red. He gave me a big warm grin. "Of course you can." With that I curled up at the end of the couch and hugged his legs, feeling perfectly proud to have his feet brushing against my face. Whip and Em Ch. 05 My first full day at my new Master's house was not at all what I expected. He was nowhere to be found when I got out of bed. I checked and double checked each room and called for him, panic rising. Eventually I found a note under a magnet on the refrigerator. I unfolded it and read: Em, I have gone into the office for part of the day. You were a good girl yesterday, but still have a lot to prove. You'll notice all your clothes are missing. They will be returned when I trust you not to run. You may turn up the heat until you are comfortable, shower and clean yourself up. Make yourself familiar with the house, but stay out of my office. Dan will be by later to check on you. He'll bring groceries for you to cook us dinner. Do whatever he tells you and remember under no circumstances may you open the door for anyone but him. I took a deep breath and made a mental agenda. First I checked the thermostat, knowing that I would be chilly after getting out of the shower. I would get clean before exploring the house. The hot shower felt so wonderful I lost track of time and soon found my fingers had started to wrinkle. I found some soft towels in a small linen closet, dried off, and took a moment to admire a couple of welts on my thighs. The house was so clean and organized that I didn't know where to start exploring. There were all sorts of healthy and organic foods in the kitchen. His bedroom had a wide dresser, full closet, and some storage under the bed. There were traditional paintings on the wall that appeared to be both Chinese and Japanese, accompanied with calligraphy. I didn't dare take a look around the playroom for fear that my imagination would create scenarios worse than reality. I'd wait for Master to introduce me slowly to wait awaited me in there. I opened one last door, knowing it had to be his office. Surely it wouldn't be snooping if I just peeked inside. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, it was a normal home office with a computer, desk, comfy chair, and filing cabinets. There was a bookshelf in the far corner. Would it be snooping if I walked in and just looked without touching? I felt a bit of guilt mixed with excitement as I entered. Kneeling down in front of the bookshelf, I started to read the titles, The Seductive Art of Japanese Bondage; Whips and Whip Making; Domination and Submission; Consensual Sadomasochism... "Ahhem!" I caught a shadow shift out of the corner of my eye. Oh shit! Of course Dan would have a key, what was I thinking!? I turned slowly, my heart caught in my throat, cheeks burning. Glancing up at the doorway I saw Dan. He seemed to be so much taller than I remembered. He glared with fire in his eyes; his jaw clenched tightly. My eyes watered but tears refused to fall. "Did you have permission to be in here?" He boomed through gritted teeth. "No, sir." I whispered. "Then why the fuck are you in here!!?" Now tears began streaming down my face, but I didn't dare wipe them away. "I...I thought I could.." "Oh..thought you could what? Do whatever you wanted as long as you didn't get caught? Break his trust?" "No. I'm sorry, sir. I just wasn't thinking." Dan wrapped his hand in my hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling me painfully into the living room. He dropped me in a corner. "Kneel down and don't move." He demanded. I knelt in the corner sobbing and cursing myself for being such a clueless fool. From the other room I could hear Dan calling Whip to tell him what I had done. When I had run out of tears, I started to smell food cooking. It felt like hours, but was probably not that long, before Whip returned. Completely ignoring me, he went into the kitchen and accepted a beer from Dan. I felt desperate just to look at them, to hear them say anything to me, even in anger. Instead, they ate dinner without me. Hunger gnawed, my feet were cramping painfully, my ankles ached, my knees were stinging against the pressure of the carpet on my bare skin. Finally Whip walked over and lifted me under my arms. I groaned as my stiff joints rebelled. He led me to the kitchen and instructed me to crawl under the table. I was given a small bowl of steamed plain rice with some vegetables mixed in and a glass of water. "Eat," was all that he said. I obeyed and felt his glare on my neck while I worked quickly and silently. A moment before I took my last bites, he snatched the bowl away. "You're done. Go back to your corner." He ordered. I had hoped that after dinner he would give me a chance to explain myself. I wanted him to yell at me, to punish me, to do anything but ignore me. "Please sir..." I choked out. "Did I say you could speak?" "No, sir." "Go" I crawled to the corner and returned to rest my weight on my sore joints again. It must have been almost two hours later, after both men had watched a movie from beginning to end, that they called me over to them. I crawled over and knelt in front of them. "So Dan, what was this so-called 'slave' doing when you found her?" started Whip. "I caught her hunting through your office. Then she lied when I confronted her." answered Dan. "So Em, what would have happened if Dan hadn't found you?" "I was looking at your books, sir. I would have only looked at them and then left." Smack! Whip slapped my face hard. Then he gripped my neck tightly with one hand. "Don't lie to me," he bellowed. "Now, think first and answer truthfully." "You told me not to snoop in there and I was and maybe I would have looked all around, sir." I said in one breath. He released my neck and I sucked in air. Dan spoke next. "If you lie to me, you lie to him; therefore you will be punished for disobedience, for lying to me and for lying to him. Understood?" "Yes, sir." I said, ashamed. Dan grabbed my arms tight behind my back while Whip picked up my legs. With one quick motion they carried me straight to the playroom and held me up against a large wooden X. They positioned me with my back facing them and tied my arms and legs to the X. Swish! "We would have waited to introduce you to the whip." said Dan Swish! "I would have built up your tolerance to other implements first," called Whip Snap! "Too bad for you." he said. Swish! Swish! They both chuckled sadistically. I was terrified, but oddly relieved to finally be punished and also to hear their amusement even if it was at my expense. Without much of a warm-up they both started to alternate lashes with the whip. One stung more, the other laid a longer stripe. There was no hope that they would tire easily, especially considering their impressive strength. The pain was incredible, like someone was slashing at back, ass, and legs. I started could feel cool wetness in my slit and my lips were swelling. How could I be enjoying this? I wasn't! I couldn't be! I bucked against the restraints, twisting and writhing, trying to escape the pain. To my astonishment, my predicament only caused wetness to begin running down my leg. My clit was on fire and I thought I might come. Possibly sensing my growing pleasure, they stopped. My body went slack, only the restraints holding me in place. They lowered me, turned my body, and pushed me on my knees. "Look up," Whip ordered. My watery eyes met his and I was filled with a jolt of near giddiness as I clearly saw that his anger had dissolved. Now that I tried to stay still, I realized how badly I was shaking. "Why were you punished?" He asked. "Sir, I was punished for disobeying you, for lying to you, and for lying to Dan." I replied. "Correct. Next time we won't be so easy on you. Understood?" "Yes, sir." "Now, apologize to Dan." "I'm sorry for lying to you, sir." I said, looking into Dan's eyes. He looked cockier than Whip, but there was no malice there. "You will make us both cum and then you will clean up the mess in the kitchen. When you are done with that you will come kneel in front of me." Whip instructed. They had me lean over a narrow padded table. Whip unzipped his leather pants and I opened my mouth to receive his pulsing member. Dan walked behind me and dripped cold liquid on my ass. Before I realized what was about to happen, the head of his cock pressed against my reluctant entrance. Fearing to disobey, I distracted myself by sucking harder and deeper on Whip's long cock. Dan grabbed my waist and thrust straight into my ass causing a pain that stole my breath. My scream was stifled by Whip who had grabbed onto the back of my hair and was fiercely fucking my face. "Oh fuck, she got such a tight little asshole." grunted Dan. "Gimme some of that." responded Whip. "Ready to taste your ass juices, slut?" taunted Dan. "Open up and suck it all." I opened wide to take his dick in my mouth and tasted a strange mixture pre-cum and my own flavor. Thank god my ass had been clean. I gagged at the thought, but used all the oral skills I knew how while Whip rammed me so hard I thought I might faint. "Aaahhh....oww...take it! Take it all, whore!" cried Whip, pumping his semen into my violated ass hole. "Ugg...swallow girl...swaaallloww!" I heard, as Dan sprayed loads down my throat. Then they pulled out and walked away, leaving me empty and aching for release. Instead, I did as I was instructed and cleaned up. I heard Dan leave before I finished and returned to kneel in front of Whip who was relaxing. "Now girl," he said. "Your wrongdoing is forgiven, but you had better not break my trust or disappoint me like that ever again." "Yes, sir. I'm so sorry sir." I cried again. "Sir?" I cautioned. "Yes, slave." "Do you hate me now?" "Of course not! You made a mistake and you learned from it. That's all." "Umm..may I have a hug, please?" "Yes, you may." He replied, squeezing me so tightly that the welts on my back burned. "Thank you, sir." He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. I laid on my stomach while he applied a cool lotion where I had been whipped. Placing a glass of water beside me, whispered, "tomorrow is a new day, now go to sleep." This time I had no trouble obeying.