Calico
As is usual, we sit the new girl down and interview her. Get to know her a bit. Learn about her sexual history and what turns her on, or off. It doesn't take long to learn Calico is a lifestyle BDSM player. That she enjoys the activity in her personal life. We learn about her first sexual experience, whether or not she likes to suck cock and how she feels about being bi. We get to know her. Then, abruptly, she is asked to stand at a podium and write a dissertation on why she feels she is so great. She has five minutes to write a dissertation that lasts two minutes in speech. If she fucks up there will be a serious price to pay for that. And, apparently aware of the gravity of the situation, she gets right busy with writing up her paper. Afterward, she is tightly bound to a wooden post laden in copper sheathing. A copper pad rests beneath one foot. She is nude and so secured to the post she cannot move. A thick leather belt is around her neck. The only free leg she has is bound and pulled upward, toward the ceiling. Everything else is plastered to the post. The podium and her paper are sat in front of her. She is asked to begin her speech. But not before the electricity gets turned up. She bites her lip. She smiles at first. Then little barks come out, screams follow. Nipples clamps bring up the rear. And then she's in a state of discomfort so strong she starts to grow serious. Even delirious. As she delivers the speech it is peppered with screams, outburst and a total lack of focus. She often becomes so distracted she must start things from the top, again. Crying. Looking at her foot, her leg, one can see that the muscles are in a state not controlled by her. Often she has to stop and just scream. Scream out loud and protest. That she can't do it, that she can't last, that she can't even see straight. TAKE IT FROM THE TOP AGAIN! And then she screams. Her heaving chest, her deep breaths, animate her nipple clamps. A fuck stick is fetched and mounted in her swollen cunt. She's crying. But her pussy is clearly needy. It doesn't take long before it is dripping cum. When the Celebrator hits that fat, swollen clit she tells me how much she hates it, how intense the feeling is. And when she asks for permission to cum she is surprised when she gets denied. And now Luther. Calico meets Luther for the first time with a smile on her face and an elbow harness about her arms. They are drawn up toward the ceiling. She'd told me she loves to suck cock. That's nice, 'cause we have a big one. When told to get started she doesn't smile anymore. She gets serious. She takes it in and works it for a couple of seconds before pulling off and then spitting on it. A big wad. I wonder if she does that to guys when she sucks cock? Then she takes it back down hard. Coughs. Pulls out and spits on it again. She easily gets three inches down. Then she holds it. She sort of nestles it down, shakes her throat a bit and works another inch in. We see it. We watch it. Sexy. Real sexy. Long red hair falling around her shoulders. Luther fills her entire mouth. Her face hole strains to take the whole girth. She tells me later it was the biggest cock she has ever sucked. A cascade of slobber falls from her mouth. She gets four inches again and holds it. Her face contorted from the size, then pulls out and spits on it again. She's really pretty, and that's what makes it so delicious. From her mouth down she is soaked in slobber and spit. I make her hold it at four inches and then tell me what her holes are good for. Calico now finds herself nude. She is bent at the waist. Her wrists are bound together and then tied to her legs just above the knees. Around her waist is a thick rope that has been tied off to the ceiling. She is wearing nothing but black heels and her long red hair. And that hair, that long hair is tied off to her waist rope. She is forced to hold her head up. There will be no hiding of your face. When I walk behind her I drop three implements of destruction behind her. I don't know that it freaked her out, but she made sure to watch me closely after that. Her position, while simple, is taxing. She's told to do a 360 for us, so we can see her arse, her body. So it can be inspected before beaten. Her asshole is pulled apart and she is told to wink it at you, The Viewer. A whiffle ball gag is brought out. One that has been filled with a melted, lime green popsicle and then re-frozen. Almost immediately she starts to drool. But drool isn't the right word for it. More like a damn busted. Then, suddenly, without any warning at all she gets a swift, hard smack of the paddle on her ass. And it wasn't like a "warm-up" smack either. She is asked to thank me for it. Which was done between the sounds of her distress and the sound of her drool hitting the floor below her. Then, again, without warning another swift smack to the ass. She tries to hold it together. Maintain that composure. But you see it crack. Her face, her countenance, it holds a duality for a moment. One part refinement, one part I'm about to lose all inkling of self-fucking-control. You see the cry start up, the fear and concern on her face bubble up to the surface, bubble up in her expression and then disappear. She wants to cry. She's asked what her holes are good for. She's very concerned now. She tries to watch me, what I'm doing back there behind her. Then --SMACK! She is so beautiful when she cries, when she suffers for us. She does exactly as she is told. Then, as snot, tears and slobber run from all the holes in her face, a rubber hose is brought around her neck, tightly. Her face changes color. It looks like it will explode. Three numbered implements are laid behind her and she is told to pick a number. Then the implement is used on her without mercy. Afterward, after the tears and crying and losing of self-control I let her have a cigarette break. One where she gets to smoke two at once through her nostrils. She doesn't like it. Makes her eyes well up and her mouth ajar. She swallows hard and sets in for the long haul. It's a mind thing now...keeping your composure, your breathing in check, your FREAKED OUTNESS. She tells me it's tough. So I grab a thick leather belt and cinch it around her dainty neck and choke her off, while she enjoys her smoke break. Oh dear, now it's time to make her choose a number again, while smoking her cigarettes through her nostrils. She is nude and in a hell of a predicament. Two sticks found in the back yard are draped over her shoulders. Her wrists are brought together and then tied to the sticks that pass beyond her shoulders and outward. It creates a strappado for her. But the other end of the sticks, which pass over her shoulders in the opposite direction, have her nipples tied to it. So that if she lowers her arms at all it pulls her nipples away from her body. And keeping her arms up and elevated behind her is a painful, impossible position for her and her nipples. When we find her, we find her dealing with this position. Stressing. In distress. She runs into the wall, distracted with her discomfort. I pull up a chair and tell her I'm horny. To give me a lap dance. She looks horrified and tells me she doesn't think she can do it. But I insist. While crying she turns around and backs into my crotch, she rubs her ass there. I ask her if that's how she'd turn on a lover. More crying. I let her know it was a pretty sorry lap dance, and her troubles have only just begun. In the end, Calico can be found up in the attic. She is nude and sequestered there in bondage. In a full on spread-eagle, she is clamped down to the wooden floor at her ankles, wrists and upper arms. Immobile. A Hitachi hangs from the ceiling and rests directly upon her cunt. On her clit. She can't move. Its dark and dank and dirty up there. And the Hitachi has been left on full blast.