For now though, with her head already spinning, she crawled in to the middle of the room to await instructions for what the next part of the journey would bring.
Kneeling there, Lucy took in her surroundings, her knees were cold against the rubber flooring. She inhaled deeply and smelled, leather, lemon pledge and, she wasn’t quite sure, but it kind of reminder of church.
She had her head bowed, but the lights threw shapes across the floor like a ghoulish montage of pain and desire. Occasionally, as Mistress Charn walked around the space, she cast her own shadow, it was no longer a flowing shadow which suggested that she had removed the satin robe. Now she cast a much more refined and shapely yet elongated silhouette.
She listened intently, the rhythm of her own breathing, the movement of Mistress Charn, and the picking up and putting down of various implements.
She jumped a little as two coils of rope were dropped beside her, and then some leather ankle and wrist cuffs. Mistress Charn then started to hum to herself. Lucy wasn’t quite sure of the song but she was pretty sure it was a Depeche Mode song.
Suddenly the humming stopped.
“Stand”
Lucy, got up on to her feet. Her head held up straight by the leather posture collar.
“Hold your hands out in front of you” and as Lucy complied Mistress Charn walked around to stand in front of her. Lucy could feel her pulse begin to race. The full extent of Mistress Charn’s dress change became apparent. She was still wearing the black sheer stockings, the suspender belt was a six strap and similar to the thong she wore beneath it, was made of soft black leather. Her waist was pulled in tight and again, was made of a soft leather, steel boned and laced tightly. Her breasts were fully exposed and above them were tattoos. One a skull with a crown and on the opposite side was a heart with a nameless band across it. Yet to be filled, not yet sure if it ever would be. Across both shoulders were a chain of flowers, lilies on one side and down her right arm were black roses, a symbol of pain and death, but against her pale white skin it looked beautiful.
Mistress Charn continued to fix the leather cuffs around Lucy’s wrists., again taking two padlocks from the nearby stand, and clicked them in to place.
Next she knelt down, and fixed one each to both of Lucy’s ankles, again clicking brass padlocks in to place. Taking one of the coils of rope she started to run it through the steel loops of the cuff. She then picked up the second coil and did the same to Lucy’s other ankle cuff.
Taking the end of one rope she flicked up a D-ring, which was sunken in to the floor and ran the short length of rope and pulled it tight, causing Lucy to stumble a little as her right leg was pulled towards the D-ring. Doubling the rope back on itself, she tied it and and then standing up and to the other D ring on the opposite side, she kicked it open with her heel, then crouching down she took the other coil of rope, in wrapped it, then flicked it outwards. She took one of the end and again slinked it through the ring in the cuff.
This time before stretching her leg out wide, she stood up and walked over to me of the corners, picked up a stool and putting it down in front of Lucy, “ok, you can rest your hands on there until I get you legs where I want it. Newbies have a tendency to fall flat on their face, and although I quite like a little spilt blood in my room, a broken nose is a little too extreme, even for me, and you have a very pretty face so I would like to keep it that way. So be a good girl and try not to fall over.”
Lucy, placed her hands on the stool, and as Mistress Charn pulled on the rope, she felt herself falling forwards and was glad that the stool was there.
Standing back up, Mistress Charn took the opportunity to take another coil of rope and whilst Lucy’s hands were still resting on the stool, Mistress Charn, looped it through the cuffs and then instructed Lucy to raise her arms above her head. The rope was passed through a hook connected to a chain, which ran through a pulley and continued through a couple more loops across the ceiling.
Mistress Charn, walked behind and away from Lucy and taking the crank in her hand began to take in the slack. As the crank clicked, clicked, clicked, Lucy’s arms began to raise above her head, click, click, click t continued until Lucy started to lift her heels from the floor, but as her ankles were bound they stayed in place, unable to go anywhere.
“Is my pet comfortable?” Mistress Charn asked, even though she knew that it would be pulling on her calf muscles as her heels hovered just millimetres from the floor. As she crossed the room, she picked up the stool and placed it back to the corner of the room where it lived.
Lucy had no choice but to keep her head up and look forwards, her legs were almost but not quite, uncomfortably wide. She could feel that she was wet and as she tried to bring her breathing under control, she jumped as she suddenly felt Mistress Charn’s breath on her ear.
“I am going to have so much fun with you my dear Lucy. You see, I’ve been following you too on you kink account, for probably almost as long as you’ve been following me.” She ran her hands over Lucy’s exposed bottom as she spoke, gripping, kneading, and digging her nails in, making Lucy instinctively try to push forwards, but Mistress Charn, sensing this, slide one of her arms around the side and up over her stomach. Pulling her back towards her, Mistress Charn pressed herself into the back of Lucy, causing Lucy to moan.
“I’ve been wanting to get you here for quite a while. Even getting one of my, well let’s call him, an acquaintance. Yes Eden, my acquaintance, he would like that.” She laughed.
“Getting him to take the same class as you in order to get close enough for him to find out a little bit more about you.”
Lucy, couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She thought “that fucker, next time I see…”
Mistress Charn continued, “oh I know it sounds sinister, but actually Eden has a very good sense of character, and as he’s been an “acquaintance ” of mine, for quite a while, I actually trust his judgement.”
“You see, I don’t let people get close to me unless I know that I can trust them.”
Both her hands had moved up and under Lucy’s breasts, cupping them, manipulating them, until Lucy’s hardened nipples were between her thumb and forefingers.
“I can trust you can’t I Lucy?” She said, squeezing the nipples so hard it cause Lucy to gasp out loud.
“Yes Mistress, yes Mistress you can trust me.”
Mistress Charn continued, moving her right hand down and towards Lucy’s pussy.
“Mmmmmm you’re very wet aren’t you my pet?” Her fingers teased as they slid between Lucy’s soaking wet lips.
“Do you know how wet I am Lucy, having you here like this? If you are a well behaved pet you may get to find that out for yourself later, but right now, let’s see how much you can really take, and how much you really want to be here, and importantly, if you are worthy of being my pet.”
Her fingers pushed hard hard against Lucy’s clit causing a wave to flow through Lucy’s pussy, and down along her outstretched legs, making them shake and pull against the bonds.
Removing her hands, Mistress Charn moved away. Leaving Lucy to return to her set position, the burn in her thighs beginning to return.
Mistress Charn returned and waking around to the front of Lucy, she raised a clover clamp up to Lucy’s left breast and giving her nipple a squeeze, position the clamp in to place.
Lucy winced as the pain passed through her breasts. Taking the second clamp, Mistress Charn followed a similar process, and soon Lucy’s nipples were clamped in place. The chain between them swung a little and Mistress Charn ran her finger up and under the chain and maintaining eye contact with Lucy’s pulled on the chain, causing Lucy to try and push her chest forward, but that just made Mistress Charn to raise the chain higher.
“You remember the word I gave you to tell me if things were too much for you?”
“Yes Mistress”
Pulling the chain slightly higher now, “Do you need to say it now?”
“No Mistress, I’m ok thank you Mistress”.
Mistress Charn smiled “Good girl” and letting the chain drop she stepped away.
“Ok you need to stay completely still for this next bit.” she said having picked up a small leather relatively firm paddle.
*smack*
The first strike hit Lucy’s left arse cheek, quickly followed by a second, a third and a fourth”
As the volley of four struck, Lucy took in a sharp gasp, she had been expecting something, but it still took her by surprise.
A similar volley of four thuds of the paddle hit Lucy’s other arse cheek, again causing Lucy to gasp.
Mistress Charn quickly followed with a second set of four on the same cheek, noticing that Lucy’s bottom was already starting to pink. She ran her hand over it and felt the beginnings of Lucy’s cheek starting to warm too.
Stepping back across, Mistress gave another volley of four, before moving away and returning with a slightly harder and wider paddle.
This time she placed six strikes across Lucy’s cheek, quickly followed by another six and then a further six.
Lucy tried to twist but couldn’t go anywhere, soon Mistress Charn had moved across and again placed another three sets of six on Lucy’s arse cheeks.
Placing the paddle back down on the stand, she returned to her position standing close behind Lucy. She ran her cool hands over Lucy’s hot arse cheeks, and felt Lucy push back.
Stepping away Mistress Charn returned with a medium weighted flogger, and began to flay across Lucy’s upper back, shoulder and across the backs of her legs, and eventually up on to Lucy’s arse.
Lucy’s body danced with each strike, like a naked marionette, dancing to Mistress Charn’s tune.
Returning seconds later with a slightly heavier flogger, Mistress Charn again began to make Lucy dance. Red marks appearing all above her upper body, shoulder, backs of her legs and across her arse.
Putting the loop of the flogger handle over her hand and on to her wrist she walked around to the front of Lucy. Stepping once again in close, she pushed her left leg in between Lucy’s legs, pressing her upper thigh against Lucy’s clit, causing her to shake.
As Lucy shook, Mistress Charn, pulled on the clamps until they squeezed themselves free.
Taking a few steps back again, she placed the clamps to one side and took the loop of the flogger handle back over her wrist and flicked it in to her open hand.
“Push your chest out and your head back……no further, put you head back further…..better”
In a flourish she flicked the flogger across Lucy’s breasts, running in a figure of eight, she stepped from one leg to another, causing the flogger to dance across Lucy breasts.
She sensed Lucy’s breathing quicken, but she kept going. To Lucy’s credit she remained still, as each passing of the flogger caused Lucy to moan aloud, tears now forming in the corner of her eyes, she knew that if she moved of flinched, a stray flay could strike her face.
Mistress Charn, continued a little longer and then, with a similar flourish, let it the flogger come to rest with the loop back over her wrist, and then stepped back in close to Lucy, Lucy’s head, returned forwards and and as she did a tear ran down each cheek and seeing this Mistress Charn smiled.
Her hands ran round to Lucy’s lower back and pulled Lucy’s hips in close to her own.
“You are doing well my pet. Tell me how that felt”
Lucy, sucked in a breath which sounded almost like a sob “It feels like my whole body is on fire Mistress”
“Ok, let’s keep going.”
And with that Mistress Charn walked over to the wall, taking down a quite rigid cane. Again taking a spot behind Lucy, she began to tap the cane lightly at first across Lucy’s calf muscle, then up the backs of her legs, and then tapping slight harder across Lucy’s, already reddened bottom.
“You are going to take four in order for me to get my positioning correct. Again, try not to move, you do not want me to strike your lower back, so make sure you stay still. Is that understood?”
Fearful of what the cane would feel like, but even more scared of moving Lucy confirmed that she understood.
Lucy inhaled, half expecting to be struck, then exhaled. She inhaled again, expecting the impact, but again nothing came. She wondered if she had done something wrong and was just about to speak, when the first thwack struck, she tried to take in another half breath, but before she could steady herself, three more strikes hit.
Mistress Charn quickly took a step forward, keeping her back leg in place, and ran her hand over Lucy’s cheeks. Satisfied of where she had struck she stepped back in to the same position.
“Ok, this time you are to count them, and after each stroke you will thank me and ask for another one. I will keep going until you stop asking. Is that clear.?”
“Yes Mistress.” Lucy responded.
*Thwack*
“One, thank you Mistress, please may I have another?”
*Thwack*
“Two, thank you Mistress, please may I have another?”
*Thwack*
“Three, thank you Mistress, please may I have another?”
*Thwack*
“Four, fuck, thank you Mistress, please may I have another?”
*Thwack*
“Five, thank you Mistress, please may I have another?”
*Thwack*
“Six, thank you Mistress, please may I have another?”
*Thwack, Thwack*
“Seven, I mean eight, thank you Mistress, please may I have another?”
*Thwack, Thwack*
“Ten, thank you Mistress, please may I have another?”
*Thwack, Thwack*
“Twelve, oh my god……….thank you Mistress” she began to sob “please may I have another?”
*Thwack, Thwack*
“Fourteen, please”
“Please what?”
Lucy, taking a deep breath again,
“Thank you Mistress, please may I have another?”
*Thwack, Thwack*
“Good girl”
…………….”Thank you, erm, sixteen, Mistress, please….please may I have another?”
*Thwack, Thwack, Thwack”
“Oh fuck, please Mistress, eighteen, I mean nineteen, Mistress, thank you.”
She sobbed louder, and sensing that Lucy was done, Mistress Charn placed the cane back down on to the counter and walking in to the left hand side, knelt down, opened the door to a fridge and reaching inside the cool box took out a handful of ice cubes. Placing them in to her mouth, she stepped behind Lucy and removing the ice cubes from her mouth and in to both hands, she ran them across Lucy’s deep red, striped cheeks. The cold sensation caused Lucy to try and push forward, but the heat and moisture from Mistress Charn’s mouth had ensured that the initial cold burn would ebb away quickly, and Lucy, finding the coldness now more comfortable began to push back.
The heat of her flesh was so hot that the cubes didn’t last long, but Mistress Charn continued to stroke them lightly. Her breath on Lucy’s similarly hot, but not so reddened shoulders.
” You did well my pet. I’ve had big men in here who couldn’t take that number of strokes and still manage to count them. You’re a very clever girl. Would you like to take a rest or shall we go on?”
Despite her thighs, shoulders, breasts, calves and bottom feeling like they were on fire, there was no way she wanted this to end., the fat that her pussy was on fire too was another reason not to stop.
“Please may we go on Mistress?”