“I’m so glad Andrew sent you to me. I can always rely on Andrew for something interesting. Please don’t feel I’m punishing you like a child today. Tomorrow I’ll whip you like an adult.”
By this time Percy had discovered the obvious. His first nuzzling brought froth a wail of anguish I could not contain. Once more I went into a frenzy of struggling that only made the steel by which I was held dig into my flesh.
I know nothing of the mating habits of the skunks, but my mind was vivid with imaginations about the half of me locked within the box and totally available for anything the skunk might want to do. As Percy thrust his snout against my sex, I screamed and screamed in horror, while Valerie Latimer watched and listened, loving everything I did.
It was a shrewd and clever torture, extracting the reactions of a girl who knew nothing of true possibilities. It was not until after my release that wounded wrists told me of just how hard I had fought. As Percy amused himself. I pleaded with agonized gasps, “Get me out of here! Whip me instead. Anything you want. He’s eating me alive!”
“I’m going to get a cup of coffee, dear, and I’ll bring you one.”
Valerie kissed my cheek and went away.
It should have been worse but wasn’t. Without watching eyes, I felt much less shame. But there was still Percy inside my box. By that time I had come to the hope that he would not eat me alive but content himself with sniffings and proddings with his snout. There were some tiny nippings and I could occasionally feel his tiny claws against my skin. I could not control the spasms of my flesh against this invasion, the limits of which it did not know. My sex proved to be his main interest, and he was soon licking parts of it with his tiny tongue. By the time Valerie returned I could show her only heaving breasts as evidence of what was going on below.
As Valerie held the coffee cup to one set of my lips. I could feel Percy shoving his snout between the lips of my sex.
“He enjoys your secretions,” Valerie said. “Enjoy him, he’s a real friend.”
Valerie kept me fastened as I was until Percy went to sleep. But before that his tiny tongue had found my most sensitive place and given it a good licking. It was a licking that created reactions in me I did not wish to have. My breathing became heavier, my breasts rose and fell with the panting. Little moans of pleasure escaped my lips as the excitement rose within my captive body. Finally I had to close my eyes to shut out the smiling face of Valerie Latimer. Even though I fought it. I was soon gripped by an orgasm of considerable proportions. With one loud cry and a stiffening of my body, I trembled into an unwanted and extremely shaming orgasm.
Percy must have been satisfied, too, for he curled up between my legs and went to sleep. Valerie was grinning when I opened my eyes again.
“I expect that’s all we’re going to get out of Percy for today,” she said consolingly. “I could get the mice or the rat, but I think it would be pretty much the same thing and I wouldn’t want you to be bored or think I was running short on ideas. I’ll let you loose.”
The lid of the box was withdrawn and Percy picked up, petted, and placed on the floor. My wrists were freed but only to pull them behind my back to lock them in the familiar grip of handcuffs. “I won’t trust you from now on,” Valerie explained. “I expect you’re obedient enough but why take chances! It’s nice for you, too, because it saves you from wondering if you should make a break for it or obey. I’ll get another chair and I’ll get you a fresh cup of coffee before we go on to number two. I might as well use you while I’ve got you. I’m pleased with you. Diane, you’re beautifully sensitive.”
Before I sat for coffee, my owner grasped a handful of my sex. I jumped.
“You don’t need to keep me handcuffed, Mistress. If you will let me have my hands, I’ll promise to be good.”
Valerie rose and looked down at me in grave appraisal until finally she smiled and used her key to free my wrists from the steel. I accepted a cup of coffee gratefully.
“He’s got you trained, hasn’t he?” she said with a touch of admiration. “I’m going to enjoy you. Your obedience is actually a new dimension I’ll explore. You do understand I’m going to punish you again?”
“Yes, of course. But first let me finish this coffee?”
She gave me lots of time to drink. When I was done she watched as I examined my pussy to make sure there was no damage from Percy’s teeth and claws. I was pretty much used to being seen naked by now and didn’t mind much. Fleetingly I wondered if my enslavement would ever end.
I was in no hurry to go on to number two and sat contentedly enough while Valerie Latimer told me of things she had done to other girls at other times, tales of horror or levity which I listened to in a mixture of laughter and shock. I wasn’t even sure she was telling the truth. Percy curled up on the floor and slept.
Valerie must have spent a lot of money. All her heavy stuff was on castors and could be wheeled back and forth with ease. I helped her roll Percy’s box into a store room and replace it with a massive “X” affair I didn’t like the look of.
“You can figure this one out ahead of time,” Valerie said as she busied herself with straps and the placement of an initial step on which I was told to stand. “Up you go, dear. I’ll strap your wrists first and then the rest will be easy.”
Standing on the step I watched with interest as leather straps bit snugly at my wrists and were buckled tight behind the stout timber. First one and then the other of my hands were immobilized. And then the straps did the same service for my elbows. Every bond was neatly contrived to be fastened out of sigh leaving only the smooth band of leather deeply indented within my flesh. When a broad width of leather buckled around the narrowest portion of my waist, I was fixed for sure!
I made an involuntary cry as the step was jerked away from my feet, to leave me suspended in the clutch of the cross and bit of straps. But, so cleverly were the straps contrived, that my weight was equally carried everywhere except on my legs. First my left ankle was tugged out to one side, strapped there, and then my left knee strapped to that member of the “X”. Then my right, leaving me with legs widely spread and a pussy wide open for inspection or anything else. I looked at the sleeping Percy and wondered if he could be invited to climb my legs. I could not move.
“It’s an interesting bit of bondage,” Valerie commented casually.
“You do have the most delightfully shaped sex, neat and tidy, and very, very female. Let’s see how it’s reacting to the stretch.”
There was nothing I could do to prevent the palming and kneading of that portion of myself. I was evidently reacting satisfactorily, for when she held her hand for me to see, it was wet. Miss Valerie Latimer compelled me to lick it dry. “If Percy enjoyed it, why shouldn’t you?” Her voice was deliciously mocking.
With my mistress once more reclining in her chair to once more focus on my sex, and whatever else there was about me she enjoyed. I began to feel in luck. Being bound as I was was severe and I was helpless, there was also the knowledge that my widely stretched legs were going to hurt before too long. I could already feel the stress in my legs. Her majesty began to chat, her tone pleasantly informal as though I, too, were reclining in a chair instead of being tautly stretched upon a massive wooden frame. “I want you to think about tomorrow, Diane. I said I’ll whip you, and I will. Is it traumatic for you or something you can cope with?”
“I manage to live, if that’s what you want to know,” I said without enthusiasm. “Every time I’m whipped I know I’m going to die, but I never do. I suppose I’ve never been well and truly flogged, that would be traumatic for sure! Mistress, please don’t whip me.”