abused

Well it was Thursday afternoon. Almost the end of another long
day at work. As Amy passed my desk she said, “Cheer up – dinner time
soon.” She and I had begun to share dinner together on Thursdays as we
are almost neighbors and, being recently divorced, enjoy visiting. I
replied with a tired smile, “I know – if I can survive that long!”
Little did I realize what was soon to be in store for me.

Five o’clock came after what seemed an eternity and we heading
home together in the car. As we came inside the house, she said, “Why
don’t you go ahead and change, I’ll start the pasta?” I agreed and
went off toward the bedroom. I began removing my blazer suit: hung my
blazer in the closet; unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it into the
laundry basket; kicked off my pumps and wiggled my tired feet;
unzipped my skirt and put it over the chair; unrolled my hose and
tossed them on top of the blouse, removed my bra and panties and
tossed them also. I went to into the bathroom to wash up but before I
could start the water Amy came in. “What are doing?”, I asked
demanded. She had never seen me undressed before now. She grabbed my
wrists and before I could react she had handcuffed my wrists together
behind my back. “What the fuck are you doing!!” I yelled. She
answered, “I’m going to give you what you deserve slut. I’m tired of
the way you tease the men at work! You and your slutty clothes!! Where
do you get off coming on to the guys like you do?? Wearing no bra, and
skirts to show off your pussy – you must be a slut or whore!!”. I was
shocked speechless by what she was saying.

She pulled me over to the bed and tied my ankles to the corner
bedposts She then tied a piece of cord to each wrist and then to
each bedpost at the headboard. As she unlocked the handcuffs, she
pulled tight on the cords and my wrists were then securely tied also.
I was very scared and began struggling against the bonds she had tied,
but it was no use – they were very tight. She then placed a ball gag
in mouth and fastened it with a leather strap. I was very terrified
now. There I was: tied spread-eagled to the bed & gagged. I couldn’t
move or yell!

I watched as she left the room and soon returned my a black
nylon bag. From the bag she pulled out a short leather crop. I
thought, “My God, she is going to whip me!” Sure enough, she began
caressing my legs, thighs, stomach, and breasts with it. If I could
have screamed I certainly would have. She announced, “Are you ready
slut?”. I watched in terror as she raised the crop and began to whip
my legs. I nearly jumped a foot off of the bed in pain as it landed.
She continued by criss-crossing my legs with lashes from her crop. She
began to move her lashes up my body – hitting my thighs, stomach, and
then my breasts. It all hurt so much that soon I lost all sense of
pain; it seemed to blur together as she kept up her merciless attack.
Suddenly she stopped, and put the crop down. The pain I had tried not
to think about I could no longer avoid as it flooded into me in the
absence of any new pain. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I managed a
gagged sob when I raised my head up a little and saw my body covered
with welts.

I then watched as she went into the bathroom and returned with a
razor and a can of shave cream. “Oh shit what is next??” I thought,
through the pain. As she climbed between my legs, she said “I’m going
to shave your cunt, whore. Whores must be kept clean.” “I wouldn’t
move at all if I were you; I wouldn’t want to slip and cut something
off.” As much pain as I was in I don’t I could have moved if I tried,
but nonetheless I did not move. She lathered up my pubes and all over
and around my pussy opening. She set the can of cream aside and began
to stroke with the razor. She made long, sweeping strokes on my mound
and soon it was gone. She made shorter strokes along side of my labia.
She pulled my labia out firmly and she even made sure to shave that.
She continued by shaving around the opening and around my clit. After
another minute she announced I was now “clean.” She got and went into
the bathroom. She got a wet handcloth and came back and wiped away the
remaining lather. My pussy felt so open, so vulnerable, so very
exposed. And I could do nothing.

She brought her nylon bag over closer to the bed. “I have now
punished you for what you have done and for what you are. You are and
have been a slut and whore. I’m about to punish you for what you might
do.” She brought out of her bag a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a very
sharp but oversized needle. I had no idea what she was going to do
with that but I now knew it would not be good. She crawled to between
my legs and sat cross-legged. She pulled out firmly on my outer labia.
“Jeeezzz what fuck is she going to do??” I wondered silently. I knew a
second later when the needle passed through both of my labia. The pain
was so sharp and sudden, I felt very light-headed and sooo faint……

I awoke several hours later. The room was dark and I was under
the covers. I flicked on the nightstand light. I wasn’t tied. The room
was quiet. Did I imagine all that?? I threw back the covers and looked
down at my body. No, I certainly didn’t. My entire front from breasts
down to my knees was a cross-checking of welts. I then remembered what
she was last doing to me. I spread my legs and looked at my pussy. It
was very naked and hairless. Then I saw what she did to me. “My God
that fucking bitch!!” She had pierced through both my large labia and
had inserted a small gold ring. My labia were essentially stapled
together at that one point. I felt very faint again…..