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Well it was Thursday afternoon. Almost the end of
another long day at work. As Nora passed my desk she said, "Cheer up -
dinner time soon." She and I had begun to share dinner together on
Thursdays as we are almost neighbors and, being recently divorced, enjoy
visiting. I replied with a tired smile, "I know - if I can survive that
long!" Little did I realize what was soon to be in store for me.
Five o'clock came after what seemed an eternity and we heading home
together in the car. As we came inside the house, she said, "Why don't you
go ahead and change, I'll start the pasta?" I agreed and went off toward
the bedroom. I began removing my blazer suit: hung my blazer in the
closet; unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it into the laundry basket; kicked
off my pumps and wiggled my tired feet; unzipped my skirt and put it over
the chair; unrolled my hose and tossed them on top of the blouse, removed
my bra and panties and tossed them also. I went to into the bathroom to
wash up but before I could start the water Nora came in. "What are
doing?", I asked demanded. She had never seen me undressed before now. She
grabbed my wrists and before I could react she had handcuffed my wrists
together behind my back. "What the fuck are you doing!!" I yelled. She
answered, "I'm going to give you what you deserve slut. I'm tired of the
way you tease the men at work! You and your slutty clothes!! Where do you
get off coming on to the guys like you do?? Wearing no bra, and skirts to
show off your pussy - you must be a slut or whore!!". I was shocked
speechless by what she was saying.
She pulled me over to the bed and tied my ankles to the corner bedposts
She then tied a piece of cord to each wrist and then to each bedpost at
the headboard. As she unlocked the handcuffs, she pulled tight on the
cords and my wrists were then securely tied also. I was very scared and
began struggling against the bonds she had tied, but it was no use - they
were very tight. She then placed a ball gag in mouth and fastened it with
a leather strap. I was very terrified now. There I was: tied spread-eagled
to the bed & gagged. I couldn't move or yell!
I watched as she left the room and soon returned my a black nylon bag.
From the bag she pulled out a short leather crop. I thought, "My God, she
is going to whip me!" Sure enough, she began caressing my legs, thighs,
stomach, and breasts with it. If I could have screamed I certainly would
have. She announced, "Are you ready slut?". I watched in terror as she
raised the crop and began to whip my legs. I nearly jumped a foot off of
the bed in pain as it landed. She continued by criss-crossing my legs with
lashes from her crop. She began to move her lashes up my body - hitting my
thighs, stomach, and then my breasts. It all hurt so much that soon I lost
all sense of pain; it seemed to blur together as she kept up her merciless
attack. Suddenly she stopped, and put the crop down. The pain I had tried
not to think about I could no longer avoid as it flooded into me in the
absence of any new pain. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I managed a
gagged sob when I raised my head up a little and saw my body covered with
welts.
I then watched as she went into the bathroom and returned with a razor and
a can of shave cream. "Oh shit what is next??" I thought, through the
pain. As she climbed between my legs, she said "I'm going to shave your
cunt, whore. Whores must be kept clean." "I wouldn't move at all if I were
you; I wouldn't want to slip and cut something off." As much pain as I was
in I don't I could have moved if I tried, but nonetheless I did not move.
She lathered up my pubes and all over and around my pussy opening. She set
the can of cream aside and began to stroke with the razor. She made long,
sweeping strokes on my mound and soon it was gone. She made shorter
strokes along side of my labia. She pulled my labia out firmly and she
even made sure to shave that. She continued by shaving around the opening
and around my clit. After another minute she announced I was now "clean."
She got and went into the bathroom. She got a wet handcloth and came back
and wiped away the remaining lather. My pussy felt so open, so vulnerable,
so very exposed. And I could do nothing.
She brought her nylon bag over closer to the bed. "I have now punished you
for what you have done and for what you are. You are and have been a slut
and whore. I'm about to punish you for what you might do." She brought out
of her bag a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a very sharp but oversized
needle. I had no idea what she was going to do with that but I now knew it
would not be good. She crawled to between my legs and sat cross-legged.
She pulled out firmly on my outer labia. "Jeeezzz what fuck is she going
to do??" I wondered silently. I knew a second later when the needle passed
through both of my labia. The pain was so sharp and sudden, I felt very
light-headed and so faint.
I awoke several hours later. The room was dark and I was under the covers.
I flicked on the nightstand light. I wasn't tied. The room was quiet. Did
I imagine all that?? I threw back the covers and looked down at my body.
No, I certainly didn't. My entire front from breasts down to my knees was
a cross-checking of welts. I then remembered what she was last doing to
me. I spread my legs and looked at my pussy. It was very naked and
hairless. Then I saw what she did to me. "My God that fucking bitch!!" She
had pierced through both my large labia and had inserted a small gold
ring. My labia were essentially stapled together at that one point. I felt
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