Felix could already taste the delicious sensation of the leather whips swishing through the air, that rarefied feeling of hovering between dark dread and uplifting exhilaration, and he wasn’t even tied up yet. He had been at his favorite establishment often enough before to know what it was all about, and he could hardly wait for his weekly session to begin.
The sound of the whips cutting through the air, the first contact of the leather with his back, the initial sting of the unforgiving lash on his skin always caused the adrenalin to surge through his body, driving torrents of excitement and intense sexual stimulation through his system, along his nerves, and into his receptive brain.
He was standing spread-eagled against the cushioned wall, his face pressed against the comforting padding, holding on to the metal rings with his hands, and bracing his feet against the wooden blocks. The two young female attendants, apparently new to the establishment, for he had never seen them before, were busying themselves with the shackles, brushing their naked bodies against his as they pursued their task.
They worked in perfect unison, expertly and quickly, as they tightened the leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles, then anchored the cuffs to the metal rings in the wall. Finally, they adjusted his limbs and his body until he was shackled to the wall just tightly enough so as not to be able to move more than an inch or two, but without causing him any undue pain. Not yet.
Although the two women seemed to be new to the establishment, they were very efficient and knowledgeable in what they were doing and obviously had plenty of previous experience. Both of them were beautiful, tall and slender with tantalizingly firm, full breasts, shaved pussies, and long legs accentuated by black high heels. The one working on his right side was blond with long hair falling down over her shoulders and over the top of her breasts, the other a deep red with a stylish coiffure that framed a chiseled, oval face. They leaned against him with their stunning breasts whenever their task allowed them to be close enough to touch him.
After his many visits, he knew all the women working in the establishment and attending to him during his weekly trips of indulgence. Over time, he had become quite used to and familiar with them and their various individual routines, but these two he had never experienced before. The unfamiliarity, the uncertainty of exactly what to expect, added an exciting element of fascination to the evening, the unknown tugging unmistakably at his already taut nerves.
He could feel his penis twitching against the wall just from the two women handling the equipment and teasing him with their supple, youthful bodies.
Then the preparations were complete and he was properly secured against the wall for the treatment. Nobody had said a word the whole time. The women never talked to each other or to him, and he didn’t find it necessary to talk to them. Everything was proceeding quite smoothly the way it was supposed to, and there was no need for words in this dimly lit room charged with so many latent emotions, where the air was already thick with expectation and pending excitement.
The blond woman was the first to utter a word. “Ready?” she asked, rather unnecessarily, considering the nature of the tableau.
“Anytime,” he replied as curtly as she had asked, then steeled himself for the first contact of the whip with his back, trembling with the intensity of anticipation. His penis was already growing in size and began to harden just from thinking about what was going to come.
At first, the women just grazed his back with their whips, letting the leather glide across his skin, whipping his upper body gently, brushing across his shoulders, down along his back, and up again. He felt immediately secure and at ease, knowing instinctively that he could trust them and that both of them knew exactly what they were doing and what they were supposed to do.
Then he heard the telltale swishing of the first whip cutting purposefully through the air from his right and make contact with his back. He cringed, even though the first lash was still merely an introduction and hardly hurt him at all. Then the second whip came rushing towards him and landed on his back a bit further down. He moaned with delight. His body easily absorbed the initial pain and impatiently waited for more.
The two women took turns swishing their whips, slashing them across his back, harder now and faster, until he cried out with the first real pain. This was what he had been waiting for. He grabbed the metal rings with his hands to brace himself for the lashes to come, pressed his feet more firmly against the wooden blocks to steady himself against the inevitable onslaught, and waited for the next lash.
“Are you alright?” the redhead asked cautiously.
“Perfectly,” he replied. “That’s why I’m here.”
“Of course, you are,” the redhead said with a quick laugh.
He could sense her gripping the thick leather handle, lifting the whip up in the air, and letting it come down on his back. He gritted his teeth, relishing the pain of the leather cutting into his skin. His penis was completely stiff by now. He moved his body up and down as much as the shackles allowed and rubbed his penis against the wall. He very badly wanted to reach down and stroke his already aching rod with his hands, but that was clearly an impossibility as well as being an integral part of the game. The waiting and the straining were as important aspects in the procedure as the actual pain being inflicted on him.
“Oh, yes,” he moaned, waiting for the next slash. “This is so good!”
By then, the second whip was already up in the air and came swishing down on his back, causing him to wince and cry out with unabashed pleasure. His back was tingling from the increasingly forceful slashes coming more and more rapidly now. He enjoyed every one of them even more than the previous ones, grabbing the metal rings until he thought he couldn’t hold on any more tightly, pressing his feet against the braces and his body against the padding with all his might. He groaned with the effort of holding on to himself and moaned with delirious delight as the lashes kept raining down on his back like so many flashes of hot lightning, fierce tongues of fire, storm-driven pellets of ice.
The women stopped briefly to give him a chance to catch his breath and let the pain abate somewhat. They repositioned themselves, then resumed their punishing lashing by focusing on his buttocks and thighs. This was the part he always enjoyed the most. His buttocks were very sensitive, although their padding absorbed the force of the whips somewhat better than his back. The whips kept coming down on his buttocks, lash after determined and well aimed lash. He cried out with the excitement of the delicious pain, with the knowledge that two beautiful naked women were administering it, pressing his pulsing penis harder and harder against the wall.
Taking turns, now, lashing his buttocks and his thighs, the two women kept up their grueling punishment, eliciting more and more cries, deeper and deeper moans and groans. Felix was ecstatic. The pain kept rushing through his body, wave after incredible wave of pain, filling him until nothing else seemed to exist anymore except for his body, the whips resounding against his skin, the stinging, the aching, the exhilaration. His mind reeled with the sharp currents rushing incessantly across the synapses, digging into his pain and pleasure centres all at the same time, his penis throbbing against the wall and aching for relief.
He knew he would have to stop the whipping soon. He was very much aware of his limits and had always been able to terminate the punishment before it became too much, even for him. Just a few more minutes, he told himself, hoping the women wouldn’t tire before he did. He let his body go limp, relaxing his grip on the rings and pulling his feet away from the braces to give himself over completely to the final lashes.
His body was totally and utterly saturated with pain, his mind with intense, all-encompassing joy at how truly wonderful and pleasurable the whole treatment made him feel, as it always had and still did. Not wanting to stop just yet, he let the final lashes come down on his buttocks and thighs, relishing every single stroke pummeling his body, electrifying his skin, stimulating his brain. He let his body respond to the pain and the extreme enjoyment, lapping up all the incredible sensations with his brain until he thought for sure he would pass out if he didn’t stop.
Every week, he tested his endurance, and himself, by forcing himself to tolerate an extra level of pain, steeling himself more against the lashes, forcing himself to challenge the threshold of pain he was able to manage. And every week, the euphoria became more powerful, the pleasure of his pain more intense, more liberating, more fulfilling. And it wasn’t just the pleasure principle that was of importance to him. He also felt that the more pain he was capable of suffering and the more pleasure he was able to derive from the punishment, the stronger he became as a human being, on a physical, as well as an emotional and spiritual, level.
Yet he was reaching the point in his treatment where he had to admit to himself that his endurance had been stretched to the limited and he needed to stop, much as he would have liked to continue the delicious punishment the two women were inflicting on him.
“That’s enough,” he finally said, gasping for breath.
The women ceased immediately, put their whips down, and fetched jars of ointment from a shelf. They quickly applied the balm to his shoulders and back and buttocks and thighs and gently rubbed it into his skin, cooling the pain, giving his body a chance to relax and recuperate from their treatment. They were excellent, he had to admit. They knew exactly how hard to rub, where to apply the soothing cream, how to calm his body and treat his bruised skin.
When they were done, they undid the shackles wordlessly, propped him up so he wouldn’t collapse, and turned him around to face the room, his aching penis strutting proudly out from his body, like a massive flagpole from a building, a pulsing salute. Then they tied his hands and feet to the wall again, picked up a couple of lighter whips, and began to run them over his arms, over his chest, his belly, his legs. This was more or less his cooling down period, and he very much enjoyed the light and easy treatment the new whips provided after the severity of the first part of the session.
Yet the blonde increased the force of her strokes again after only a short while, to keep the rushes of pain coursing through his body, and the redhead joined her with some forceful strokes of her own, sending renewed quivers of pain through his body. The lashing wasn’t nearly as severe as what they had administered to his back, but the strokes were forceful enough to create a whole new flood of pain, a whole new level of delight. His nipples were beginning to ache, adding another delicious feeling to the procedure. The front of his body was considerably more sensitive than his back, making the second part of the treatment all the more pleasurable and exciting.
The two women were keenly aware of his reactions and ready to accommodate him in every way they could. They knew instinctively when the treatment needed to wind down towards the end. After a while, they reduced the force of the lashes again and just caressed his body with smooth, relaxing strokes. His back was still on fire from the grueling lashing, but the soothing caresses of the lighter whips soon reduced the pain to a more bearable level.
When the women felt he was relaxed enough, they exchanged the light whips with peacock feathers and began to wave them over his penis, as if he weren’t aroused enough already.
It felt good, having his throbbing member caressed like that, his balls teased, the insides of his thighs stimulated with the soft feathers. The blonde took his penis into her hand, pulled the foreskin back to expose his sensitive head, and stroked it slowly with her feather while the redhead concentrated on his swollen balls. He could have stood there forever, letting them stimulate him like that, if his penis hadn’t been yearning for relief so much.
Before long, the women put the feathers down and he knew that he was reaching the final phase of his treatment, much as he would have liked to have them continue with what they were doing. But he was also very much aware that the treatment couldn’t last forever. He resigned himself to the fact that the evening was about to be coming to an end, much as she enjoyed the final phase and the gentle caressing the women provided.
Then the two women reached for the jars of ointment again and rubbed the balm into his chest, into his belly, and, finally, all over his penis, his balls, and the insides of his thighs. They were driving him to distraction, and they knew they were, but they simply smiled as they administered the soothing cream with their long, gentle fingers, drawing out the final ministrations as long as they thought was necessary and of the greatest benefit for him.
At long last, they put the jar away, the redhead molded her body against his side, and the blonde knelt down in front of him. He groaned deeply in anticipation of what was yet to come. The blonde took his penis into her hand and rubbed it lightly, expertly, using some cream she had squeezed into her hand to make it smooth and hard. Then she opened her mouth and licked the droplets of pre-cum from the tip and ran her tongue over the pink head until he thought he was literally going to explode. Yet he still managed to keep himself back.
The redhead, knowing that he was just about at the end of his endurance, rubbed her delicious breasts against him while the blonde took his penis into her mouth and sucked him deeper and deeper inside. He strained against his shackles when she started to move her mouth up and down on his shaft. He pressed his pelvis against her face to get yet deeper inside her, and then everything just burst within him.
All the pain, the intense pleasure of the evening, the incredible excitement he had experienced, became focused on his penis, on this one electrically charged moment in time. His penis pulsating and twitching uncontrollably now, he gushed his load into her with such force and abandon he thought his orgasm wasn’t ever going to end.
But end it did, sadly enough. The blond released his penis, the redhead detached herself from him, and they quickly undid the shackles and liberated him from the wall.
He collapsed on the floor, totally spent, totally satisfied and fulfilled. Of all the evenings he had spent there, this was undoubtedly one of the best, if not the best, experience he ever had. The pain had been absolutely delicious, the excitement of having two new women work him over so tantalizing, he couldn’t imagine anything better to still his thirst, fulfill his needs, satisfy his mind and his body in such an incredible and exhilarating way. He could hardly wait for the next time. Perhaps the two women would be his attendants again and he would be able to revel again in the pain they so expertly delivered. For now, however, his yearning was definitely stilled.
Originally published June 2009