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Mistress Flavia and Ophelia Flagellate Me — ChaptChapter Three As I stood, bound naked to the crossbar, I saw my savagely beautiful tormentor standing in front of me. My back was dripping with sweat and blood. With the metal-tipped flagellum still in her hand, Mistress Flavia, glowed with the pride of a hunter who had stalked and killed her prey. She looked like a victorious goddess in a Renaissance painting. Looking like a Roman huntress, her breasts were fully visible above her exquisitely designed white corset with the red trim. Her faithful assistant Ophelia stood close to her, wearing knee high black boots, red thong underwear, and the teasing red leather tassels covering her areolas. I knew that in a few moments Ophelia would have the opportunity follow her mentor’s example and beat my chest until she drew blood.“Remove the prisoner’s gag,” Mistress Flavia said. “And lower the crossbar just a bit, so he can rest.”Ophelia unbuckled the straps and used them to roughly tear the black plastic ball from my mouth. She turned the crank and the hoist, lowering my aching arms so I could recover some strength. I inhaled beautiful gasps of fresh air. My back was on fire, but I could rest a while.“Come and admire the prisoner’s back, Ophelia.” While I stood there naked and bound to the lowered crossbar, the two beautiful women examined my back.“You made the marks so even.” Ophelia said. “And the red welts are so bright.”“Yes. Whipping a bound man until he bleeds is a great pleasure…..and also a privilege. The prisoner’s whipping was very painful, I made sure. I wanted him to suffer. But I was careful not to inflict any lasting damage on the prisoner.”“You know, Mistress Flavia. I almost envied the prisoner. It was so exciting watching him struggling and gasping as he was whipped and beaten.”“I noticed how closely you held him” Mistress Flavia said. “I saw how tightly you clenched his cock.”“I loved grabbing his throbbing cock. Every time you hit him, I could feel his cock pulse with pain and agony. I would never, ever want to be whipped that harshly,” said Ophelia. “But, while you were scourging him, I wanted to share in his pain and terror.”Pointing in my direction, Mistress Flavia said, “Now you’re going to be able to inflict a great deal of pain and terror on the prisoner yourself. I promise you that it will be even more exciting that what you just experienced watching me whip him.” Then, Mistress Flavia said, “Let’s take the chain weights off his balls and unfasten the c-ring. I want his cock and balls unbound so they can thrash around freely when you start whipping them.”“Ophelia, I expect you to severely whip his chest and his nipples, his abdomen, his thighs, and his cock and balls as hard as you want. I want you to be accurate and merciless. I want you to hurt him. I want the prisoner to look beautifully marked but not too badly damaged. Those metal attachments will hurt him a great deal, but they won’t seriously wound him.”“Yes.” said Ophelia, and then she went on as if reciting a solemn pledge– I’m going to whip the prisoner with all my might until he bleeds.”Mistress Flavia walked toward tuzla escort me. “Let me help you by stuffing this gag back in the prisoner’s mouth and hoisting his arms back to the proper height.” My rest period was over.I stood there naked and afraid , as Mistress Flavia turned the metal crank arm and racheted my arms painfully higher. My legs were still fastened to the spreader bar. I had to take on faith Mistress Flavia’s comments that my back looked “beautifully marked, but not badly damaged.”When Ophelia got the metal-tipped “cat” in her hand, she swing it a few times in the air to test its weight, and then immediately slammed the steel-tipped leather tails across my chest as hard as she could. I felt like jagged glass was being sc****d across my flesh. My teeth chewed into the black plastic ball gag. She ripped the scourge across my torso like a demon. Wearing her red G-string and her giggling red leather pasties, Ophelia looked like a real devil. Each time she beat me, it felt like she’d fired a shotgun load of red-hot pellets at my chest. After a while, she began snapping the ends of the whip so the sharp metal ends of the whip struck me twice as hard and did double the damage.“I see the red stripes and welts,” Ophelia shouted. “But I don’t see his blood, yet.”She struck again and again. Hanging from the crossbar, I thrashed and squirmed as she hit me, but there was no way I could avoid the hot, searing torment of the whip.“Bleed for me,” Ophelia shouted as she swung the whip across my nipples. “Make him suffer,” shouted Mistress Flavia.“Oh, Oh, Oh,” Ophelia grunted as she brought the whip down across my chest with all her power.I squirmed and writhed as she kept hitting me.“Bleed for me,” Ophelia shouted it like a prayer.She stopped and walked closer. “I see the prisoner’s blood,” she said, like someone declaring checkmate. “He’s bleeding for me.”Now that my blood was starting to trickle down from the cuts all across my chest and near my nipples, Ophelia lowered her aim a bit and began lashing my abdomen with the same vicious glee. Backhand, forehand, she raked the whip across my torso. She took special care to wrap the whip’s ends around my ribs and sides, so the metal tips dug in extra hard, making crimson red claw marks on my flesh. She raised parallel lines of angry red and purple welts stretching from under my armpits to the tops of hip bones.Finally, Ophelia was ready to whip my cock and balls. Here, she relented just a bit. She lashed the whip more slowly and carefully across my groin. It was as if she actually wanted to see the precise moment when metal attachments cut into my balls and cock. She whipped my cock and balls from the right side, and the metal bit into my flesh. Then she whipped my cock and balls from the left side, and the metal tips cut into my flesh again.“If I whip the prisoner slower, the metal tips will cut his cock and balls more deeply,” Ophelia said.For a while, she lashed me with these carefully planned straight even strokes, sharply dragging the metal tips across my cock and balls. But, she eventually got tired of being so carefully and, then she began slightly tuzla escort bayan flicking the whip, like you’d crack a bullwhip, so that the metal tips slashed across cock and balls with double the speed and force of a straight blow. Again and again my anguished screams were muffled by the black plastic ball gag. I saw she was deliberately aiming at the tip of my cock, my glans, and trying to cut it open.The tassels of Ophelia’s red pasties shook with the physical effort she put into each harsh stroke of the whip. She grunted and smiled as she tore the flogger’s metal-tipped directly across my glans.“How do you like the pain?” Ophelia shouted at me.“I”m going to cut your cock and balls with this whip. I’m going to make you scream.”I felt the hot searing pain of the metal tearing across my cock and balls. Ophelia was merciless. “Ophelia, wrap the tails around his sides a bit, so the metal tails sc**** around his ribs.” Mistress Flavia said. “Hit him hard enough to make some welts on each side. That’s it. Keep hitting him. Make those red welts deeper. “I writhed and struggled as Ophelia snapped the scourge across my body. “ Keep hitting his pretty little cock,” Ophelia said. “Keep striking his cock, Ophelia. If you make the corners of those metal hex nuts hit him correctly, soon enough, he’ll start to bleed. Make his cock and balls bleed.”Cheered on my Mistress Flavia, Ophelia lashed my cock and balls with the metal-tipped whip. Each stroke of the whip felt like I was being stabbed with hundreds of poison needles. My cock and balls were repeatedly being stung when the sharp metal corners of the hex nuts bit into my balls and cock.Delighting in my torment, Ophelia lashed the whip across my balls from left to right. She aimed for my cock and hit it hard enough to send it ricocheting off my abdomen. She lashed my balls backhand from right to left. She slammed the whip straight down from my abdomen and struck the tip of my cock. She snapped the metal tips of the whip until they hit my cock like fiery pellets. I struggled and squirmed in agony. No matter which way I contorted my body, Ophelia found a way to flail at my cock and balls with the scourge.“I love whipping his cock. Look at him struggle!” Ophelia cried out.When I looked down at my cock, it looked entirely red. Balls, cock shaft, glans. They were each cut and bleeding.“Ophelia,” Mistress Flavia commanded. “It’s time to stop beating the prisoner.”Ophelia kept whipping my cock. She was possessed.“Bleed for me,” Ophelia shouted as she struck my cock with the whip.Mistress Flavia stepped forward and grabbed Ophelia’s arm from behind. That’s when Ophelia finally stopped.Then, Mistress Flavia took the whip from Ophelia and escorted her towards me. “Let’s inspect the prisoner’s wounds,” MIstress Flavia said.“His chest looks magnificent,” Mistress Flavia said. “What a beautiful job you’ve done scoring multiple red welts across his torso. Both his nipples are bleeding. And you carved wicked red welts on his sides next to his ribs as I asked you to do. The prisoner looks like a beautiful mess. His wracked body is a tribute to your passion. I’m so escort tuzla proud of you, Ophelia”. “I really beat him, didn’t I?” said Ophelia“And his cock and balls are cut and bleeding.” Mistress Flavia said. “The way you used the metal tips of the whip to slice away at his cock and glans, it will be a month before the wounds heal.”While they were exulting in the bloody carnage they’d made on my body, the two women too the time to remove the black ball gag from my mouth. I was drooling with pain and exhaustion. Then, they like a crucified victim, they lowered me down off the crossbar, and laid me on my back, on top of a padded bench which was long enough to support the back of my head. My punishment was not over yet.They let my exhausted arms drop to the floor and tied my limp wrists to the front legs of the bench, and they bent my legs at the knees, so my legs could easily stretch down to the floor, where they bound my ankles to the other set of bench legs. While I was stretched out on my back and bound helpless in this new position, they brought some alcohol and towels, and they sponged the blood off my chest and my cock and balls.“I love these red welts I made all across your torso.” Ophelia said. “ I can see the dried blood starting to form small scabs. I loved whipping you until you started to bleed. ““You really did beat him and make him bleed,” Mistress Flavia said. “Lucky for him, the cuts you made on his nipples and his chest and his cock and balls were small and they’ve already closed up. The bleeding has stopped.Ophelia tore off her panties and straddled my head.“Now I’m going to sit on his face and let him lick my pussy.”Ophelia swung one leg over me like she was getting onto a horse.“Mistress Flavia,” Ophelia said. “Please work over the prisoner’s cock and balls while I shove my pussy into his face. Make sure he’ s in plenty of pain while he licks me. Slap his cock back and forth. If you like, punch his balls with your fist.”Ophelia sat on my face and pushed her labia right into my mouth. I could feel her smooth thighs cradling my head, and when I looked up, I could see her splendid breasts and the red pasties with the tassels jerking back and forth as she thrust her pussy into my face.“Lick me with your tongue.” Ophelia said. “Straight up and down. Slowly. Slowly. That’s it. Slowly. Don’t stop for a second. Keep licking.”“I’ve got his balls clenched in my fist, Ophelia. I’ll punch his balls if he doesn’t lick you properly.”“He keeps trying to squirm around,” Ophelia said, “but I’ve got my thighs locked around his face. I want you to start punishing his balls.”“Keep licking me.” Ophelia said. “Keep licking me. Mistress Flavia won’t stop beating your balls until I cum in your face. Lick me. Slowly. Slowly. Up and down. Now make a little circle around my clit. That’s right. Just lick a little circle right around my clit.Ophelia’s breathing got faster and harsher. I could tell she was getting close to an orgasm because she stopped giving me orders. But Mistress Flavia didn’t stop abusing my cock. Then I felt Ophelia’s thighs start to tremble and shake around my face. “Don’t stop licking her clit,” said Mistress Flavia as she slowly punched my tightly clenched balls emphasizing each word she said, “Lick her [punch] while she cums [punch]. She usually cums [punch] for a long [punch] time [punch].”
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