Pleasure Cruise:

Synopsis: A relaxing cruise on an innovative yacht with the perfect company

Chapter 1: Setting sail

I walked up the gangplank and boarded my private yacht, on which I intended to take a cruise throughout the day. It was a lovely day. The weather was just right. There were no clouds in the sky, yet it was not so hot as to be uncomfortable.

Half-way up the plank, I caught sight of Captain Erica Prescott, who had been in my service from the time I had purchased my yacht, the Indulgence. She was now forty years old, but maintained a rigorous exercise routine, and was thus in fine shape. She smiled as she caught sight of me, and walked over to greet me as I came aboard.

“Good morning Sir. Lovely day.”

“Yes, Erica. How are you?”

“Fine, Sir, and you?”

“Fine too. Are the girls on board?”

“Yes, Sir. All of them.”

“Are they ready to go?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Okay then. Let’s not wait any further?”

“Certainly, Sir.”

She strode off towards the bridge, while I made my way slowly to the stern of my boat. Leaning over the railing, I looked down, and through the crystal clear water, was able to make out the shape of the two propellers that would power us out of the harbor and out into the open sea. Presently I heard Erica call out over the intercom that we were ready to depart, and I saw the two massive screws begin to rotate, churning up a wake as they did so. Slowly at first, and then more noticeably, we began to move out of the harbor.

I turned and went over to the bridge, and upon entering, saw Erica at the wheel. It was an innovative boat, and did not need too many people to manage. I approached Erica from behind and gave her a gentle squeeze on her buttocks. She jumped at first, but then laughed, turned around and gave me a hug. She had been in my arms before as well, and I quite liked having her there.

“Are we clear of the harbor, Captain?” I asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“How many on board today?”

“Ten girls, the skipper, and you, Sir.”

“I’d like to see the girls. Till then, Erica.”

I left the bridge and went below deck, towards my boat’s engine room. My boat did have a normal engine of course, but I rarely used it. I didn’t like the noise it made. Besides, why waste fuel and run an engine when you can have ten women to turn the shafts with their power?

Chapter 2: Woman Power- The Engine Room

I opened the door and began to inspect my engine room. Ten women occupied it, five on each side of a wide aisle. They each sat on a small leather chair. Their hands were tied tightly over their heads with handcuffs to the ceiling. They were all stark naked, except for their panties so that they might sit more comfortably. Each woman turned with her feet a pair of pedals, like those found on a bicycle.

Those pedals were connected and geared together, and as the women turned them, it was their power that was rotating the propellers and propelling the Indulgence forward.

The women looked at me as I entered, and smiled. Each of them was pedaling at a rate that Erica determined, and that was displayed on a display at the front of the room, visible to everyone. Their bodies glistened with sweat as they worked away at their pedals, their naked breasts swinging from side to side.

Who were these women? They were all employees at my office. Cruises, such as the one we were on now, were once-in-a-month affairs. Each time, my personnel department would select ten women for powering the boat, and they had strict instructions to ensure that each woman employee was selected, seniority being no exception. And as one would expect, looking at the faces in front of me, I found a wide spectrum of ladies, holding a range of posts and designations in my company. While on the cruise, they were all equal though, and served in the same capacity, as my women galley slaves.

Whenever a woman had to serve in this capacity, she was paid of course, and the payment was equal to half her monthly salary as a bonus. So I was actually spending a lot of money behind the higher-paid senior employees, whenever the personnel department selected them.

I glanced to my left at a series of shelves cut into the wall, also in full view of the women. Those shelves contained a variety of…tools; tools that would come in handy if any of the women were naughty, or simply if I wanted to have a bit of fun with them. And of course, they would have fun too, because I cared a lot about my employees.

I walked over to the shelf and picked up a bamboo cane. As I inspected it, I heard a gasp escape from two women at the back. They were new, and had never been on a cruise before. These two were new employees, and I didn’t really know them by name yet. But the cruise ahead of us would give me plenty of time to do that.

I decided to meet my women starting from the front of the engine room. I walked over to the first seat on my left, which was marked “1”. Its occupant was someone I knew well. She was a senior employee. Her name was Madeline, Madeline Boxom.

Chapter 3: Madeline Boxom

Madeline Buxom had worked in my company for close to twenty years. She had started off as a trainee in the corporate services department, which took care of corporate clients. Her work had always been good, and she had risen to the position of manager of the department. Her performance as manager was equally impressive, and I had regular comments from our clients regarding her efficiency and dedication.

Like most of my female employees, I knew Madeline outside of work as well. She had visited my private chamber many times in the past, though the last time was almost two years back. As with Rita and more recently with Estella (see Rita’s One Mistake and Estella’s One Mistake) she too had been tied to the frame many a time for an exciting torture session.

She was 58 now, and nearing retirement, but I had plans to give her an extension when that time came. I walked closer to her with the cane in my hand. She stiffened slightly at my approach, but was not too uncomfortable.

“How are you Madeline? Good to have you here today.”

“Fine Sir. It’s great to be here again.”

I looked down at her breasts as they jiggled. They were bathed in sweat, and her brown areolas glistened as the light fell on them. Her dark brown nipples stood forth proudly, and I knew from the torture sessions with her that they were especially sensitive. Laying the cane across her thighs, I took her nipples between my fingers and pulled them towards me slightly. I heard her gasp, but then she smiled back at me, the pro she was.

“Madeline, are these two beauties complaining about all the exercise?”

“Not at all. But they are complaining about missing you. And your touch.”

“Really? How’s that?”

“It’s been a long time since you’ve tortured them. Two years, in fact.”

Madeline liked being tortured. In fact, she was the only woman I knew who would feel disappointed at the end of a torture session if I hadn’t lashed her with a whip.

“Well, what do you want me to do to them?”

“Torture them Sir, like you used to in the past. Tie me to that frame again, and take out your cat-of-nine-tails. Then stripe my two breasts this way and that with their strokes…”

The expression on her face was what one would expect from a woman really being whipped, and I knew that she was imagining a torture session in her mind.

“I don’t think you’d be able to take that kind of thing right now.”

She looked back at me, and I knew that I had hurt her pride.

“Now Madeline, don’t be angry. I know you’re angry now. Is there something I can do to make it better?”

“Yes. I want to show you that I can still take it. I want you to cane my nipples right here, right now.”

My member twitched at the thought.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yes, very.” She replies.

“Okay, but only ten strokes, five to each, okay?”

She said nothing and only thrust her bosom out towards me for the blows.

I picked up the cane and took up position to cane her left nipple first.

Thwack!!! The first stroke landed over her left nipple and areola, making her sagging breast ripple from the blow.

“Aaaahhh!!!! One! Go on, I can take it!”

Thwack!!! The second stroke caned the underside of the nipple, pushing her breast upwards.

“Oooohhh!!! Two! Go on, more!”

Thwack!!!

“Ooowwww!!! Three! I can still take it. I want more”

Thwack!!!

“Aaaiiii!!!!! Four! More!”

Thwack!!!

“Eeeeeeeeeehhh!!! Five! Now the other one.”

I changed position for her right nipple. By now I was in the mood. I swung the cane backwards and brought it down with full force over her right nipple.

Thwack!!! Her breast bounced violently at the blow, and she yelped.

“Aaaaiiiiiiii!!!! One! Ohh!! More!”

Thwack!!! This time the tip of the cane flicked the top of her nipple.

“Aaaaaaarrghhhh!!!! Two. Go on, more!!”

I could see she was getting turned on too. I swung again.

Thwack!!!

“Oh God!! Aaaaaahhhh!!! Three! More!”

Thwack!!!

“Oooooooohhhhhh!!!! Lord!! Four! More!”

Thwack!!!

“Eeeeghhhh!!! Five….God….ohhhh..”

I looked at the elderly woman I had so savagely caned. Her face was flushed red, her breasts the same hue, yet there was a contented smile on her face. She knew she had proved herself still able to take it, and I knew she deserved a reward. I leaned forward, and locked lips with her gently as I massaged her throbbing nipples with my thumbs. She moaned in ecstasy.

“Madeline, I was wrong. You were right. You can still take it. Would you like to come over to my place…say this Thursday?”

She looked at me with a wide grin on her face.

“Certainly, Sir. I’d love to.”

And I knew she meant it.

Suddenly, Erica’s voice came over the intercom.

“All hands, full stop!”

The women all stopped pedaling. I pressed the intercom button and asked,

“Why’re we stopping, Erica?”

“It’s time for the initiation ceremony for two of the girls. Anna Beaumont and Patricia Carlyle. It’s their first cruise.”

I heard the other seasoned women smirk and guffaw while the two women seated at the back, the two who had gasped when I had picked up the cane, looked at each other wide terror-filled eyes.

The other women got out of their seats, and led the two first-timers above deck. I followed suit.

Chapter 4: Anna Beaumont – The Initiation

The women stood side by side on the deck, behind the bridge, and Erica came down and joined them. I stood by myself to see how she had planned everything. The initiation ceremony had to be taken by anybody on their first cruise. In it, the woman would have to face up to a beating from someone else on the boat, much like galley slaves. Once they had taken the beating, they were formally ‘initiated’ and had become part of the maritime crew.

“Anna Beaumont, come forward please.” Erica commanded.

Anna came forward slowly, and Erica led her to a frame like a football goalpost that stood in the middle of the deck. Erica fastened the young woman’s arms above her head to the top of the frame with handcuffs and adjusted them till she was at her full height, and almost on tiptoe.

I observed Anna closely for the first time. She was probably in her mid-twenties, with golden hair that reached up to her shoulders. Her figure was slim and she was extremely fair. Her breasts were appreciable taking into account her figure, and she had light brown areolas. I noticed for the first time that she had inverted nipples. She was the only employee I knew who had inverted nipples. The impression of her last few ribs was visible because of her posture, and her legs were well-shaped and slender. All in all, she was a very attractive young woman, and she was about to be ‘initiated’.

“Sir, the subject is ready.” Erica announced.

I approached Anna, letting her know that my eyes were fixed on her inverted nipples. She began to feel uncomfortable, but there was no way that she could hide them.

“Anna Beaumont?”

“Y-yes Sir.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty six, Sir.”

“I see. And how long have you been working here?”

“Four months, Sir.”

“And this is your first cruise?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Do you know what’s about to happen?”

“The initiation, Sir.”

“And do you know what that is?”

She remained silent, indicating that she must have found out from her other female colleagues. I took her ample breasts in my hands and prodded the centers of her areolas with my thumbnails. She gasped slightly at this, and I heard some of the other women guffaw as they saw it. Prodding the area where her nipples should have been, I felt something hard, and realized that it was the sunk nipple. I wondered if the attention her breasts would receive shortly would encourage them to come out of their hiding places.

“Anna, I see that you have inverted nipples.”

“Yes Sir…” she blushed again.

“Well, you’re the only employee I know of who does. I think you should come over to my place tomorrow evening. I really want to explore those two a bit more.”

Her face reddened considerably.

“Well, now it’s time to get started. I see that Erica has brought the instruments that we’ll need. Do you see what those are?”

She glanced at the deck, about four feet ahead of her and looked back at me.

“A whip and a cane, Sir.”

“Correct, and you will feel one of the two. A toss shall decide which.”

The women began to giggle. Erica produced a coin.

“If it’s heads, you get the cane. Tails, and the whip. Erica, do toss the coin.”

The silver coin tumbled through the air and landed with a clang on the deck. Erica stooped down to inspect it.

“Heads, Sir.”

The women giggled with anticipation as Erica bent down and picked up the cane. She walked towards me and was about to hand it over to me, when I intervened.

“I think as skipper of this boat, you should do the honors for this lady, Erica.”

The women’s giggling increased even more, and Erica smiled at Anna.

“I’d love to Sir.”

“Before you do, I’d like you to take off your uniform top. It might be easier for you to move then, don’t you think?”

Erica’s smile widened as she unbuttoned her gleaming white dress and removed it from her body. She wore a tight white bra that made her breasts seem to strain at them trying to pour out. Her well toned hands held the cane, and she gently stroked it across her own breasts, just to make Anna feel more uncomfortable.

“Now, Erica, as you can see, Anna has inverted nipples. As an experiment, I think we should see if they come out of hiding once they get kissed by the cane in your hand.”

Anna chuckled, and a hushed, expectant silence enveloped the other women. Erica advanced and touched the tip of the cane to Anna’s left areola, making her stiffen. She rubbed the tip along her areola for a while, and then swung the cane back and then forward with considerable force.

Swat!!!! The cane buried itself into her left bud, if it could be called that.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!” The young woman bellowed out.

Swat!!! Erica buried the cane into her other bud.

“Ooooooohhhhhhh!!!! Stop!!! I beg you!”

Swat!!! The third stroke left a red stripe across her breasts.

“Aaaaiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!! Mercy!!!”

I looked at Erica administering the blows. She stood with her feet apart, sideways to Anna, while her exercised body flexed, driving the cane into the twenty-six year old woman’s bosom.

Swat!!! Anna yelled out in pain.

“Oooooooowww!!!!!”

“Sir,” said Erica, “It might be working. I see something coming out.”

I went closer, and sure enough, Anna’s nipples were now protruding slightly from her areolas.

“Continue.” I ordered Erica, wondering how she would go about it.

Erica cupped Anna’s right breast in her left hand, and with her right, began to rain down strokes of the cane on her newly-sprouted nipples.

Swat!!! Swat!!! Swat!!! Swat!!! Swat!!! Swat!!! Swat!!! Swat!!! Swat!!! Swat!!!

“AAAH!!!...AAAHH!!!....OOOOHH!!!!..EEEEEK!!!....”

Anna had her head thrown back, and her body trembled with each hit. At the end of ten strokes, Erica stopped. Anna’s right nipple was now looking almost like a normal nipple, throbbing from her areola. Erica fished in her pockets, and to my surprise, fished out a nipple clamp and slipped it over her erect nipple.

“Owwww!!!!” wailed Anna.

“That’ll make sure it doesn’t go back in!” said Erica, as she took up her other breast.

Swat!!! Swat!!! Swat!!! Swat!!! Swat!!! Swat!!! Swat!!! Swat!!! Swat!!! Swat!!!

“AAAAHHHH!!!!!”

Another clamp went onto her now-protruding left nipple. I noticed that some of the women watching were rubbing their own nipples, undoubtedly thinking of how they would feel in that same situation, with a caning, and then clamps on their tits.

Erica moved forward and unfastened Anna from the frame.

“The initiation of Anna Beaumont is now complete.” she announced.

Anna stumbled off to rejoin the rest of the women, who greeted her with affectionate squeezes to her boobs, which made her scream in pain after the severe caning.

“Patricia Carlyle will now step forward.”

The other women giggled again as the second first-timer stepped forward gingerly.

Chapter 5: Patricia Carlyle – The Initiation

Patricia Carlyle was older than Anna Beaumont, I guessed by at least five or six years. She did not have a slim physique like Anna did. In fact, she was on the verge of being chubby, though she could not be called fat. She had a slightly darker complexion than Anna, and in her anxiety she was perspiring quite a bit. Her facial features were reasonably attractive, with a sharp chin that betrayed the presence of a soft double chin behind it. Her breasts rode high on her chest, and her nipples stood out from areolas which were bigger than I had seen on most other women. Patricia was the kind of woman who’d make you automatically reach for the whip if you were torturing her. If a woman is too skinny, it’s no fun whipping her. But Patricia had just the right amount of padding in just the right places. She stood shackled to the frame, and a whipping is what she would get.

I wanted one of the other women to administer the whipping. Erica was still holding the cane in her hands, and I could see the impressions of her turned-on nipples as they pushed out against her bra. But she had already had a share of fun, and it was time to call someone else. I decided to call one of the women from my woman-power team.

“Madeline! Come over here.”

The elderly women walked over from the group, her sagging breasts swinging from side to side as she made her way across the deck to where I was standing.

“Yes, Sir?”

I picked up the whip from the ground and pulled Madeline close to me. I held the whip bunched up in my hands, and stroked her neck and breasts with the strap. I felt her breathing become more rapid and the slightest hint of red began to spread across her wrinkled cheeks.

“Madeline,” I said softly, “In a few days you’re going to feel this again on your body.”

She was panting by now.

“Oh, thank you. Thank you, Sir.”

“But today, I want you to use it on Patricia over there. Okay?”

Madeline’s eyes flashed with lust as she looked across towards Patricia, and then back towards me.

“No problem, Sir.” she said, as she moved towards the bound woman. Patricia stiffened as she saw Madeline approach her, and she began to moan softly.

Madeline took up position in front of Patricia, and gently pulled the strap of the whip across her naked body. Patricia began to whimper at the anticipation of what was sure to follow.

When she tired of teasing Patricia, I saw Madeline draw back the whip, and then launch it into Patricia’s heaving bosom.

Crack!!! The whip ripped across Patricia’s breasts, leaving a red stripe above her areolas.

“Aaaaahhhhh!!! Have mercy please!!”

But mercy was something Madeline was unlikely to have this soon. I watched in admiration as the elderly lady launched into the young woman with the whip, her own breasts lurching wildly from side to side as she aimed another stroke at Patricia.

Crack!!! She landed the whip right across Patricia’s left nipple, which tucked in and then bounced back out, as she threw her head back and wailed.

“Oooooooooohhhh!!!!!”

Crack!!! Crack!!! Crack!!! Crack!!! Madeline gave Patricia a series of forehand-backhand strokes, all aimed at the underside of her breasts. Patricia’s breasts bounced as the whip thrashed them this way and that.

“Oh my God!!! Yeeeooooooowwww!!!! Aaaaaaaaaarghhhhh!!!! Ooooooooohhh!!!!”

Patricia was sobbing now, with tears running down her flushed cheeks. But this did not seem to have any effect on Madeline, who continued stroking her with the whip.

Crack!!!

“Oh Gaaaaawwwwwwdd!!! AAAAAAAHHHH!!!” hollered Patricia, as the tip of the whip flicked her right nipple.

The other women were looking on with mixed reactions. Some of them were enjoying the spectacle of Patricia being whipped. Others were covering their own breasts at the very thought. One woman was fingering her nether regions. I marked her out, since I didn’t know her. I intended to catch up with her later on.

Crack!! Crack!! Crack!!! Madeline continued to pound Patricia’s bosom with the whip. Patricia had her head thrown back and was hanging from her hands, her feet no longer able to support her weight.

“All right, Madeline, that’s enough.”

Madeline dropped the whip and walked over to Patricia to give each of her nipples a firm squeeze that made her almost limp with pain.

“The initiation of Patricia Carlyle is now complete.” Announced Erica.

“Okay. Everybody else below decks. Back to work. All except Anna and Patricia and Madeline.”

The other women filed down the stairs.

“Okay. The new recruits will now honor one of the senior most members of our organization, Madeline. Anna and Patricia, come forward and give her nipples a good sucking.”

The two women were initially uncomfortable at the idea, but Erica swished the cane through the air, and they trotted forward to do the needful. Madeline stood on the deck confidently with her hands behind her head and her sagging breasts jutting out, while the two younger women took each of her nipples in their mouths and began to suck them. Madeline put her hands around each of their necks to guide their movements.

I looked at Erica, still standing there with her nipples pushing at her bra.

“Erica, won’t you let me have a go at your tits?” I asked.

She smiled broadly.

“I am so honored, Sir.” she said, as she dropped her bra to the deck and came towards me.

“Hand behind your head, Captain.” I said, taking her nipples in between my fingers.

She giggled as she moved her hands behind her head, exposing her ample breasts to me.

“Suck at them till I lactate, Sir.” she said, smiling coyly.

“Will you lactate?” I asked.

“I might…” she said, with a wink, fingering one of her nipples.

I sank into her with great relish.

Chapter 6: Mary Kirsten

After I had sucked Erica to my heart’s content, and after Madeline had made Anna and Patricia suck her to her heart’s content, we decided to get back to work. Erica headed back to the bridge, while the rest of us went back to the engine room. Once we were there, Madeline went back to her position, while I gave the two new recruits fifteen minutes to recover from their experience before they started working again. I went back to my job of inspecting how the women were doing and getting to know each one of them better.

In the course of walking up and down the aisle, I came across a woman whom I had seen at work before, but I have never got round to knowing who she was. It was a good thing that the personnel department had put her on the cruise, because I would get to find out very soon.

The woman looked up at me when she noticed that I had stopped beside her, and her eyes had in them a frightened look. She had black hair and a pretty face. She was one of those women who perspire a bit on the high side, and her face gleamed from the sweat. Her features were nice and attractive. She was the type of woman you’d want to torture silly, but not with instruments like whips or canes. There were more delicate, subtle ways to deal with delicate women like the one I was looking at. I walked back to the rack and carried two boxes over to where she sat. She looked at the boxes with big eyes, trying to conjecture what their contents might be.

I dragged a little stool and sat down in front of her. She looked down at me as she cycled, and I noticed that she had a cute little double chin, the type you’d want to stroke and tickle with your finger. This woman was damn pretty, I thought, and I knew I could spend a lot of time working on her. Her breasts were large and well-formed, and I knew that she was a nursing mother from the appearance of her dark brown nipples. Even better, I thought.

“What’s your name?” I asked softly.

“Mary…Mary Kirsten.” she replied.

“Hello, Mary. It’s nice to meet you. You know, I think you’re very pretty.”

“Why…why thank you.” she said, smiling shyly.

“You’re a nursing mother, no doubt?” I said, looking at her breasts.

“Yes, I am.” she said, turning slightly red with embarrassment.

“I know. How old is your child?”

“He’s about a year old.”

“That’s sweet. And what does your husband do?”

“Uh-we separated. I raise my boy alone.”

“That’s sad. But I’m sure you do a good job of it.”

She smiled. It was an innocent and tender smile.

“So, what do you think of the initiation ceremony?”

Her face flinched as she thought about what she had seen. I noticed she was biting her lower lip slightly.

“It-it must have been painful for them, Sir.” she said.

“Hmm…well, would you like to be caned or whipped like that?”

“Oh no! That would hurt tremendously.”

I chuckled, leaned forward, and kissed her softly on her cheek. Her skin was soft and smooth and damp with sweat, and I felt something harden inside of me.

“Mmmm…” I heard her say as my lips touched her face.

“Did you like that?” I asked.

“Well…yes, I guess.” she giggled.

“Good. You’re sweet enough to earn more of those.”

She giggled some more, and I began to open one of the boxes. I took out two alligator clamps, and some wires, and she looked on intently with a frown on her face to try and understand what I was trying to do.

I leaned close to her.

“You see, Mary. I couldn’t possibly use a cane on those nipples of yours. So we’ll do something more subtle okay?”

I took her left nipple in my mouth and sucked at it till it was in glorious erection. I could hear Mary whining and felt her body twitch as the sensation ran through her. I clipped one of the alligators onto her hard-as-acorn left nipple, glistening with sweat and saliva.

“Ouch! That hurts, Sir.”

I gave her a reassuring peck on the lips, and began to work at her right nipple. I snapped the other alligator onto it.

“Yeow! Stings!”

I planted a kiss on her deep cleavage, making her moan in pleasure. She was now ready. I placed my hands on her waist.

“All right Mary. Let’s talk a bit about you. How old are you?”

“Thirty-one. Sir, what are those wires for?”

“Oh these,” I said, connecting them to the control box and then to the mains, “these are for sending electric current through your nipples Mary.”

I said it in a matter-of-fact way, and found her looking at me with a gaping mouth.

“You mean…to shock me?”

“Yes, that’s right. Like this.”

I pushed a button on the control box. There was a hum and then Mary arched her back and thrust her breasts forward.

“Aaahhhhh!!!!”

“Does that feel good?”

“Oh yes! Tingles, but feels good. Wow!”

“See if you like it in short bursts.”

“Aaahh!!...Aaahh!!!...Aaaahh!!! Oh…Ohh……Wow!!!”

“This is an elegant way to torture a woman, isn’t it?”

“Yes! Yes! And what an area to torture. The nipples! With current!”

I knew she was liking it. I could see that her panties were getting wet with her juices. She was biting her lower lip quite a bit, and her double chin trembled as she swallowed. I teased her a bit more with the current through her nipples, and when she was a mass of giggles, I stopped. She looked at me awhile and then caught sight of the second box that I had brought.

“What’s in that one?” she asked.

“You want to find out?”

“Yes.” I knew that she really wanted to.

I opened the box and took out an electric baton. I unclipped the alligator clips from her nipples and plugged the baton into the mains in place of the previous device.

“What does this do?” she asked.

“Well, with the clips you can only tickle one part of the body at a time right? With this, you can be more flexible.”

I switched on the power, and the hum of electricity through the coils made her jump slightly in her seat. I brought the twin-electrode tip close to her body, and she moaned in anticipation, her frightened eyes fixed on the shiny metallic tip. I guided the tip under her double chin, and then gently prodded it.

“Aaaiiii!!!! That stings!”

I traced a line across her neck with the tip. She threw her head back.

“Yeeeooowww!!!! That hurts!”

“Now, now, this is the lowest setting. We can go much higher…”

Her shaved armpits were glistening with sweat. I touched the tip to them, one at a time, and then drew a circle around their centers.

“Gaaawwwddd!!!!Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!! Please, stop!!! Oooooohhhh!!!”

The next phase of her torture was going to be the most rewarding. I searched in the box and took out another electric baton, identical to the first. They always came in sets of two, and for good reason. After I had hooked up the second one, I touched them to the sides of her breasts and drew a line down all the way to her ribs.

“Aaaaaaaarghhhh!!!! Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!! That hurts like crazy!!”

I came close to her and gave her a peck on the cheek.

“Now, Mary. This is going to be intense, but I promise you that you’ll enjoy it immensely, okay? This and what comes after this. I promise.”

I touched the tips to her breasts, and began to trace spirals over her breasts, gradually coming close to their centers. Her body twitched and she arched her head backwards.

“Aaaahhhh!!!....AaaaaaaaahhH!!!! Stop!!! Ooohhhhhhhh!!!!!”

I kept pecking her on her perspiring face to comfort her, but her screams became more intense as the tips moved closer to her areolas. And when they finally mounted her areolas, she nearly went mad.

“Aaaiiiiiiii!!!! God!!! Stop!!! Please!!! Yaaaaaaahhhh!!!!”

I stopped momentarily, and then said to her

“Give me a kiss, Mary.”

She locked lips with me passionately, and I could tell that she hadn’t kissed anyone in quite some time. Once we were deep into each other, I thrust each of the two tips into her nipples, pushing them into her bosom. I felt her entire body constrict and she wailed a muffled scream since our lips were locked.

“MMMMMMMMM!!!!!!MMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH!!!!!”

I kept the pressure on till I felt her muscles relax slightly, and then I withdrew the tips from her tender nipples. She had begun to lactate, and her milk flowed in gushes down her body. I undid her handcuffs and helped her to an ante room. There I laid her on her back on a big couch, and began to suck at her lactating tits. She moaned softly as I sucked firmly at her throbbing nipples. At the same time I gently inserted a finger into her vagina, and massaged her G spot. She screamed out in pleasure. I kept my thumb on her clitoris and continued the massage. I could feel her squirming as the many sensations rushed through her. Finally she came in a torrent of juices that wetted the couch. I looked at her face, and saw one of the most contented smiles I had seen in a long time. She looked at me and then drew me close to her with her hands.

“Thank you, Sir. Thank you..” she said, still panting.

“Did you enjoy it a lot?”

“Oh yes!! I loved it!”

“Well, if you come to my place in the evening next week, we can have more of that.”

“Really? Can we really?”, her eyes lit up with excitement.

“Yes. But there will be some more brutal treatment too. I must warn you.”

“Oh, I don’t care. You can torture me all you want. You can tie me up and whip me and cane me till I’m striped. I don’t care. Just promise me that you’ll do that to me again.”

“I promise, Mary. I promise.”