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130.Sarah and the silver master part 7130. Sarah and the silver master part 7The expected e mail arrived, it said; Dear Silver Master What a weird feeling I had as we drove home. We hardly spoke as I clutched my painful bloated belly with both hands thinking I’d never get warm again, I really was freezing as I ignored Toms half -hearted attempt to pacify me, I’m still angry at him as he just stood there in your woodshed allowing you to force cold water up into my cunt and doing god knows what to my insides. But there again he just stood there letting Paddy fuck me stupid and he didn’t stop then either. I was so pleased with myself for accommodating Paddy and I can assure you he took some serious accommodating, but to wash out my cunt immediately afterwards was something I would never have agreed to or expected. When we arrived home I just lay silently in the bath with a large glass of brandy to give myself time out to think about what had happened and how the experience had affected me. I always knew I am a complete dirty slut, but I’ve surprised even myself with my recent exploits with you as my Master, you certainly know how to punish a bad girl like me. Thank you so much my Dear Silver Master for administering the punishment I so richly feel, I deserved. I can’t begin to tell you how degrading and painful this was for me to endure but you and I both know how much I deserve this harsh treatment however consensual it may be and I realise I’m being groomed for things yet to come, perhaps to use me as a pleasure machine in unthinkable ways!You are like a d**g to me Master that I crave and I hope I will always give you pleasure as you punish me. I can’t wait for our next visit and Tom has been fairly quiet since we got home but I know he wants to watch your older men friends let loose on me.One consequence of our sessions is the effect it’s had on our relationship. Tom was always a stable part of my life always wanting to support me if he could but this is something else, now all he wants to do is interrogate me about what your dog’s cocks felt like when they expanded in my tight vagina and ask when would I like to repeat the session. I feel I’ve proved my ability to take the punishment you so clearly wanted to give me but now I want us to move to a new direction of punishing behaviour. Master I’m begging you to turn me loose to some of your most sadistic club members… I’m prepared to have needles inserted in my breasts and nipples and to be lashed and flogged or even whipped if it pleases you. If your club members wish to fuck me as a gang fuck session then that will be for your pleasure that I submit myself. I was going to mention that I have been thinking about is perhaps double penetration and will submit to this if it’s your pleasure……can you please help meAll my loveSarah xWell, what could you say, we had a club meeting as it happened on Wednesday night, I as the chair and a sec and all nine available members attended, Cyril being off sick. Harry as our secretary reading the minutes, then I as chairman explained we had a “sports day” this coming Saturday and asking who could and would attend. I explained that we had a lady who had herself requested pain in quantity and read the relevant parts of the email to them.Sadly two of the members were unavailable, so that just left Ned, Peter, Fred, Dick, Terry, Lawrence, and Tim and the secretary Harry of course. Each affirmed that they would be there from 10 am, and ready in our club “attire” by 11 when I would fetch the observer, (the man paying for the privilege of watching us at work,) and the subject (all ladies are called subjects in our club).We then sat and decided on a menu of “corrective measures” as we didn’t want the subject being hospitalised too early although she was fully aware she would require specialist care at the end of the session.Tim our youngest member at 58 owns a restored wartime Daimler ambulance and was only too happy to transport the subject for us afterwards, Fred at 71 the oldest being his mate and having done a lot of the restoration would act as his co-driver and the fuel etc would be supplied by the observer in his fee. The thing only does about 10 mpg, so the chance of a run at no expense was not to be missed by the enthusiastic crew. Harry would ride with her as medic to keep any blood loss or whatever to a minimum.Our carpenter [Peter] said he had repaired the yoke that we had broken in the last sports day and said he would bring it along he was just waiting the varnish to dry.Harry said he had tried this subject out and she was in his words “Awesome” which I happily confirmed, and also said that she would not be wearing a gag within the hobby room, to allow her screams to enhance everyone’s pleasure but she wishing to scream anyway. However when we went out to the woodshed for the last act she would be wearing a ball gag at all times, as we didn’t want unwelcome visitors attracted by the noise. Each man was instructed to bring his favoured “Tool” of Punishment, and would be encouraged to make her first hour as painful as they could, and over lunch time she would be made available to be used “privately” by each member to abuse her in any way they so wished, lots would be drawn for order of this attendance. Members were reminded that they were not to discuss their own “private” time activities with other members during this session and were warned not to be surprised by the state they may find her after the previous visitor but that any areas set as no go were to be strictly adhered to. Afterwards, she would be moved out to the woodshed. They were warned she may wish to resist or escape at that point so to expect some bold and hard resistance as by then, she would know what we had planned for her at her husband Tom`s request. If she became to threatening in her behaviour they would be allowed to use any force required including using their chosen “tools” to make her comply. Physical v******e would be allowed as long as it was not too extreme as to spoil our fun, and blood was to be drawn only if absolutely necessary, although I imagine that will already have occurred during their individual visits.Peter would be responsible to supplying the pony and it was to be a studded wooden one to which she would be attached by piercing her large labia lips to the timber crossbar and her wrists secured to the beams above by loose rope. We had the list finalised by the time the meeting closed, and I must say it looked exciting, at least to us in the club, (wether it would be as exciting to her remained to be seen.)I phoned her husband Tom at his office the next day, he went on to tell me she had requested a really hard pain session, but as yet she didn’t know what to expect, he agreed that he would be meeting all Club costs and that of the after treatment clinic. He agreed not to tell her the details or even to know the exact details himself; just the rough outline of the menu. To the menu he happily agreed saying “god forgive him but he knew it was just what she wanted!”I explained to him that the session would probably be anything up to two and half hours long, including hobby room time, Woodshed time, and then she would be riding the pony for 20 minutes, before being taken off to the clinic. He questioned the 20 minutes, and I explained it was her first time and we wanted her to be able to walk again after, any longer and it increased the risk of long term damage. He thanked me and we rang off, I had a miss worried of Bexhill coming in that afternoon, she worried about worrying that one! I decided I needed a walk first and so did the dogs.Friday came and I had ‘bloody Mary’ in for the morning, so by dinner I was near as daft as her, I ate, and then walked the dogs down to the crown where I had a couple. Both dogs are loved to death in there, and Olive the barmaid always fusses them and feeds them. I mused If she knew what they did she might not be as happy to bend in front of them like she does!Anyway I wandered the long way back, and as I returned I saw the Merc on its way up the lane. Sarah got out first and approached me, kissing me delicately on the cheek and curtsied saying “thank you Master for the fun last weekend and for arranging this one”. I asked if “she was sure in her mind she wanted this extreme amount of pain and it was not a fantasy.” She looked surprised that I had even asked, then shrugged, explaining “it was her time and she needed it as a release once more.” Tom appeared with her bag in hand and a large plastic bag and he said that “though he hated the whole idea, it was her body and only his money making this happen!”We wandered to the dog run, from the bag she dragged two bones I should think from a dinosaur, they were that kütahya escort big. She said “it was a thank you to the boys for the fun last time!”One of Mrs bridges fine meals was the next on the agenda, Tom telling her that he looked forward each week to her fine food, causing her to blush, then he tipped her handsomely and after she had left we sat in the sitting room gently chattingTom reminded me to tell the club members that he is prepared to pay each man £250, expected complete confidentiality and provided they provide punishment`s that go way beyond anything we may have imagined.. A £1000 bonus was to be shared…” he then went on “As you know she thrives on pain, abuse and degradation in equal measures and would now like to know what pleasures your club members wish to share with her.” So over coffee I told them the menu addressing it specifically to Sarah; “I will put you first into a hypnotic trance, it will help you except the pain more easily and you will then experience a “chastising” warm up session, before I let the men loose on you. The men will be gangbanging you, then you will be subjected to individual “Private” whipping and “punishment” from each of them, they will not spare you their most terrible sadistic yearnings, be warned. After that it’s gagged then out to the woodshed, to be used heavily and a wooden pony ride before you have to go to the clinic and believe me by the end of this afternoon you will need to go to that clinic.”“As I understand it your wishes to be fucked and degraded by older ‘gentlemen’ of all shapes and sizes, fortunately the invited club members will range from a 58 year old to an active 77 year old. There are 12 members in total, but for you rather luckily some are not available, you will accommodate all the members present. You will not be allowed toilet breaks, though water will be available at all times and we will use you as a urinal in any orifice if we feel the need.” I went on; “the morning is going to be hard for you to endure, but nothing to what is going to happen later in the afternoon, I just am glad it`s not me in your place.”Nothing further was said on the subject, until at 11, I said my goodnights and went off to bed, when she kissed me goodnight, she wished me sweet dreams and then went into serious mode and said that she was not looking forward to being a bunch of sadists plaything, but she was looking forward to the peace the pain brought in her mind, she deserved the punishment and this was her way of dealing with it, helped by her husband`s money. I said that” I did understand”. Then she asked if she could meet the members before they began and to thank them for their help and to confirm her complicity.Now our club has a strict anonymity code on games days, each cloaked and hooded man using just a number and I explained to her that “she would not know their real names but would meet then again at times, but they would be pleased to come and meet her before I began the trance if that was what she desired.” Then I went up to bed.When the alarm woke me it was a grey damp day outside, I was glad of that , it deterred walkers in the lane, I rose and dressed in a track suit and a raincoat then walked the dogs, we were soon back [pinning the gate open and then I bedded them down.]I cooked breakfast when our subject appeared dressed in the usual gown and wearing a matching set of black lacy lingerie and high heels explaining that these were expendable and was she presentable? I said she looked gorgeous and did she want breakfast? She said “she didn’t have a stomach for food and Coffee was all she wanted.”Soon Harry appeared, I introduced him although she recognised him of course but it was the rules on “games days” not to mention names to our “subjects”. He told her she looked a million dollars then went to lay out the black rather sinister looking “monk like” hooded cloaks in the sitting room they would each change into.The front door was now opened, and from the sitting room we heard the cars arriving, last of all the ambulance. Muffled voices greeted one another and Harry reappeared. He whispered instructions to her as to how she was to greet each individual man as she was introduced. Then he ushered in each man one at a time, only the numbers on the front of their cloaks identified them. They were identically dressed from head to toe in their black relieved only by the individual`s number on each chest in 1” high gold lettering, hooded cloak only but naked underneath and all wearing sandals. Each wore a lone ranger type mask. They each opened the front of their cloaks to show their individuals penis’s rather than shake hands. She was taken aback by that at first but shook each phallus as it was offered. Reading each man`s number aloud as she did.Some of the men were hard, some droopy, some small and wrinkled, some straight and some bent, the largest being Harry of course, but she knew this already. Tom had organised enough 50mg Viagra tablets to be made available for each man and they were all swallowing theirs hoping to revive their feelings of youth I expect! She spoke to them all saying she was theirs, they could do as they would to her body on this day it was her wish to be punished and short of death or disfiguring she would be thanking them for the pain however hard they pained her. She signed the consent form witnessed by them all, then walked out to my consulting room as she had been told.Here is where I found her laying face down on the couch and awaiting my ministrations. To ensure at her request that her anus was left untouched I fitted a purple butt plug and then she turned over. The hypnosis took 30 minutes; she then went to the toilet and finally drank a glass of iced water before telling me she was ready.By now Tom was in his white cloak and I in my black bearing the number 1. I clipped her lead on and then checked her cuffs, and then we walked slowly to the hobby room, Tom closing the door of the chamber behind us with an ominous clump.She stood under a single spotlight in the centre of the room, stepped out of the shoes, and then shed the white fluffy robe like an autumn leaf. She stood magnificent and defiant then in a clear voice she pronounced that her body was “theirs to punish”!Hearts beat faster, at least I know mine did, as Harry, wearing his no2, moved towards her loosely stood under the lift chain, he cut the shoulder straps of the bra before scooping up the gown and shoes and receding into the shadows from where she knew the others were silently watching. She stood silent and passively almost defiant while I rattled the bag of numbered wooden checks walking round the shadowy assembled men for them to choose their number.Dark figures stepped forward, attaching her wrists to the hoist, and then raising her arms with the hoist until she was stood flat footed but secure. They silently returned to the shadows.Another stepped forward and completely removed her bra. roughly pulled down her bra cups revealing her magnificent breasts which fell slightly, but at 50 plus she is still a magnificent piece of womanhood and the best these men had seen in quite some time!Known to us older members as the boy, as no 6 another nameless member and being the youngest, he had been allowed the privilege of removing her lacy black panties. He waddled forward, being short and quite fat, and looked up into her eyes and held her gaze as he used his pudgy fingers to find the top of the tiny lacy things and slid them down her lovely smooth legs. At the knees he released them and they fell, to lie like froth round her ankles for just a moment as he slowly knelt in front of her and tapped her ankle. She stepped out as he removed the trophy, he moved towards her ample abdomen, bent and kissed her mons, grunting “god help this lovely body,” then waddled back to the shadows.There followed a long silence, she could not see us due to the intensity of the spotlight, we all standing back in the shadows, absorbing her untouched look, before we marked her flawless milk white pale skin.She really was magnificent as she stood upright, “breasts out” in front of us, craning her neck upwards and lifting her chin in a defiant posture. At 5’4” tall her large 38″ natural breasts were starting to sag a little now and she has what can only be described as a “chubby tummy”, good strong legs and well built pale thighs and a gorgeous ample ass, shaved of all body hair and all in all she was certainly what any man would describe as “gorgeously curvy” and very sexy.She must have been a real beauty when she was young as I could only just have begun to imagine her at 15 starting her sexual adventures.The onlookers were silently watching, almost menacing in their hooded cloaks, escort kütahya waiting for my signal to begin in the order we drew earlier. This moment for her was agony, her mind set on the pain she knew she was to receive, this silence before the actual punishment was unnerving to say the least.She swung around on the chain, hoping perhaps to catch sight of one of us, eyes wide, scared like a rabbit in headlights a moment before the impact. She called out “well what are you bastards waiting for then, be the hard men you’re supposed to be and do it” still silence no one moved, she turned right round again, the only shape she could dimly see was her husband Tom dressed in white, so she directed her bile at his vague shape, screaming at him to “make them start, you are the one paying, stop these mind games, do what you have been paid to!” she criedIt was the perfect moment. My voice cut the velvety darkness; “Commence the first man”. The ‘lucky’ man (no3) stepped forward into the light, picking up his flogger as he did. Normally a mild mannered, tall thin single man, as club members we all knew had really sadistic streak and that this was another chance to air it. The cruel leather strands of the flogger snapped against her belly, she twitched almost in relief as the slight pain was absorbed…then without warning he grasped the flogger handle and pushed the worn 8” leather grip deep into her cunt pushing hard against her resistance, her eyes went wide in disbelief, like a wild a****l….as we all watched her silently squirm from the vengeful intruder, that silence had lasted perhaps two minutes, but to her it had been an expectant lifetime before the handle was withdrawn, no doubt covered in her natural womanly juices.The light delicate well placed flicks of the soft leather flogger warmed her nipples, and then turned her lovely ass a delicate shade of pink, he then caught her softly between her shapely legs, causing her to emit a wonderful erotic sounding moan, each stroke rapid and light, warming the skin more than paining her.He stopped for a moment while studying her inviting statuesque body. The folds of flesh only a mature “rather too curvaceous” woman have on her stomach and the sides of her body over her hips suddenly became even more interesting to him and I saw her tightened her jaw in readiness as he brought the flogger down hard on her back between the shoulder blades with a ferocity and anger rarely seen even from him. She immediately shrieked and screamed as another blow landed on her ass, as she was twisting and turning on her restraints, he danced around her body and landed a beautifully aimed blow across her breasts being immediately rewarded with a pitiful scream, enough to stir the loins of any red blooded man. After a few minutes he demanded replacement by calling out loud “Two.”His chosen assistant stepped into the ring of light, a slight form about 5` 10, thin, wearing the number 5, a riding crop in his arthritic old hand and a more than eager look in his tired old eyes, and without warning our oldest member swung that feared crop and as it struck home it was like turning back time, rejuvenation, he became as if half of his 77 years, his aching bones forgotten, a light came on in his old eyes as the flogger struck its blow inviting a muffled gasp from the subjects lips with his well aimed “swish”. Her body, twisting and turning, she fought hopelessly against her shackles. The first hit marked her right breast, already red with the flogger`s lashing then blows came fast now, stripes appearing on her ass, belly and breasts, her mascara dribbled down her pretty face as the once near silent tears began, accompanied by her sobbing. There is no more sexually erotic sound in the world than a mature woman sobbing like a c***d, and to give her credit she did her best to stifle her cries with I suspect the trance like state helping her to overcome this early pain but I could see she was suffering.“Enough” I called out “number Three next” The men watched in silence as the older man walked back into the shadows, he had a spring in his step not seen for many a year.Our next member, no 4, carried nothing more lethal than a table tennis bat. However in the next few moments as he struck her ass, he left the imprint of the thing, not once but a dozen times, next he worked on her sagging breasts, the soft orbs turned to a livid red, producing the desired effect of causing utmost pain with each hit of his deadly ‘bat’.Not being a greedy man he called “Four” and no3 waddled forward again. You could sense his grin under the hood, a flexible old ‘school’ cane in his hand. He had been allowed only 5 strokes as he was known to lose control in these situations. His chosen ‘correctional tool’ soon landed with great effect on his well chosen locations. They fell with weight; he put everything he had into each swing, leaving a single reddish purple line, on her belly, nipples and each of her buttocks. She cried out and flinched as every single cruel blow struck home, but not the desperate sobs I had expected, but the cry`s of a chastised c***d. Perhaps she was beginning to enjoy this session.He grunted “Five.” As our next candidate no9 stepped into the light, her wet eyes darted to his hands, strangely eager to see what she was about to feel against her seriously abused skin this time. The long leather strap hung from his grasp, he was another member that we had limited the number of strokes owing to his previous performance with “subjects”.He concentrated his assault on his favoured part of the anatomy, her gorgeously inviting pale legs, The long strap wrapped itself brutally around both of her shapely thighs just above her knees…. she screamed and waggled the lovely appendages about, each leg being separated for just a second, it was the chink in the armour he was awaiting, he was in, the leather wrapping itself round her raised right thigh in a blink of the eye, a red stripe appeared livid against the inside pale skin. Again she screamed and jerked about, her body supported by the wrists as both legs snapped together and retracted towards her belly in an instinctive protection reaction.The last stroke fell, and crying “Six” he retreated into the shadows satisfied to leave his tormented victim for the next man.Our next “Expert” our no11 carried a looped bull whip in his hand, he really was an expert with this thing as he unfurled the unforgiving whip and cracked it into the air like a circus lion tamer. The second “crack” aimed the tip of the tapered vicious leather so it just tickled her mature squishy belly, not hard or vicious, just a light tickle that made yet another mark on her body.Five times the thing cracked, as he went to work on her back, red marks were appeared in alarming blood filled stripes as she cried out with each harsh lash in a pitying scream as he literally flogged her like an errant sailor of long ago, he was a good aim as well, the last two lashes opened long ugly bloody but light gashes in her skin, that earned him a round of applause in appreciation of his masterly handling of the whip, soon he too retreated to the shadows.I watched her as she literally hung there on her restraints gasping for breath and shuddering in pain, glad of the short break. Her bruised body was wracked with the stinging pain of our so called “introductory” punishment. She had vicious pattern of bloody marks all over her body by now, and I’d be the first to say she didn’t look quite so attractive or appealing. I stood in amazement of any woman who could withstand that degree of degradation.Two men released her then she was firmly led to the examination table. She seemed totally compliant now but I still caught that slight defiant look in her eyes as she passed me. Here she was forcefully laid face down bent over the end of the table her breasts and belly on the cool leather, her feet flat on the floor. They secured her to the table by her wrists and ankles.Despite my mounting excitement I still had a job to do and opened her ass cheeks with my hands to check that the purple coloured butt plug inserted earlier was still in place, then giving the command the men formed a line and one by one they fucked her from behind, the Viagra doing its work now even with the older men as each of them shed their cloaks and were stroking their proud cocks waiting for their reward. I watched as each man in order of size thrust his mature veined cock into her abused cunt with no care of her feelings whatsoever, no careful sexual build up and no attempt to involve her or to allow her to orgasm. Hands were holding her down and the bloody wounds evident on her back acted almost as a catalyst for their rampant desire. Semen was flowing kütahya escort bayan out of her now as she was screaming with the harsh thrusting, she was fulfilling her dream of being abused and degraded by some very old and in a couple of cases really fat guys, let’s hope she enjoyed some of it although I doubt it in reality.I was next inside her and finally Harry, attracting jeers and encouragement from all the men still stroking their cocks and watching with glee as he rammed home his enormous penis into an impassive Subject. Her body awash with our seed, she lay whimpering, never having been used so effectively or so thoroughly. I have no idea or care if she climaxed no doubt she would tell me one day.The newly repaired yoke was produced by Harry who released her from the table then clamped the varnished yoke to her throat and wrists. She stood legs apart her cum running down her legs, erect, and proud passive and compliant but now secure the yoke chained an eye bolt in the ceiling.I approached her;“We are going for a break now, each man will have a few minutes to do as he wishes with your body, and he may be as hard as he likes and will never exchange details of those precious moments. No one will touch your face at all or your anus, or affect your breathing but no other part is off limits, do you understand?” She nodded, her face dirty with mascara tracks, her breasts too, had black trails across the soft flesh of her lovely breasts.We all went and sat in the dining room, bar the lucky no3 as the first, was still with her. We consumed beans on toast each man cooking his own. At intervals of about 10 minutes one after another they appeared, each man, replaced by the following listed man. No words past between members and I was last to go knowing they would follow me back (in just 15 minutes the perks of being chairman). In the chamber I found her in a pitiful state, like a frightened a****l, weeping and sobbing with her body bearing the marks of her vicious attack. Her blood, was smeared across her breasts, on her stomach and despite my warning to leave her face alone, she had obviously been slapped hard as red finger marks betrayed her attackers. I could hardly believe the state she was in but it didn’t stop my erection from hardening under my robe. Her right breast was twisted in a metal clamp, she had a cigarette burns on the other breasts and two long needles pushed deep in her areolas on both of them. She had clearly been strapped with a belt again and her lovely but bruised neck showed signs of being held in a vice like grip I had no idea of course who had done what as I quietly shed my robe and started to enjoy the dark rewards I had waited so long for. I quickly tore open the needle packages and with some force, pushed short needles through her rubbery stiff nipples. She looked up at me impassively as I slapped her hard on the face to assert my superiority. As she slumped forward with the weight of the heavy restrained yoke I slapped each of her breasts hard invoking a whimpering sound and more tears of pain as she withstood my onslaught. I was unbelievably exited now as I spread our angels legs wide apart with my foot and picking up a discarded blood stained belt from the floor I spent the next few minutes holding one end of the belt and bringing the leather strap from floor level up into her tender labia in vicious blows. For the last lash I swapped the way round I held the belt so the metal buckle was at the tip and brought this harshly and without mercy up into her womanhood. Her screams only fuelling my desire to abuse her more and more as still holding the belt the same way unleashed my wanton sexual desire on her beautifully tortured breasts leaving the most delightful penetrating gouges……she was mine now and I didn’t care how much she was screaming and writhing underneath the heavy wooden yoke, she was my plaything now and her pathetic screaming was not going to stop me from taking my pleasure, as I bent my knees a little and forced my rampant cock up inside her tortured body. She felt delicious as I unloaded for the second time deep inside her twisting the needles in her nipples as I ejaculated my semen deep inside her womb. After I had finished with her I reaffirmed the hypnothetical trance; she ceased to sob, stood and quietly waited for the club to don their discarded cloaks and reassemble.Eager hands now tore the needles from her body, she whimpered pitifully. They unchained the yoke and as soon as it was opened she made a somewhat wobbly bolt for the door, she was stopped easily and despite her attempts to break free she was soon gagged and dragged out to the yard, kicking and gurgling into the woodshed.Here a round single bar about 6 feet long, with a number of rows of studs (the sort soldiers used in their boots once upon a time) in rows on the polished wooden pole. She was allowed to see the thing and to understand its use she eyeing it in a transfixed way knowing the pain it would inflict to her already marked and painful sex. The club had her draw numbered tokens numbered 1 to 12; one per man present, the highest two would she knew further chastise her, while she rode on that terrible barShe reluctantly pulled checks from the bag held by Harry passing each face down to one or other of the assembled men; she gave them out in no particular order till each man held a check.At a word from me they showed their checks, the order now decided. Harry went to fetch the box of needles as two of the losing members took her arms backing her to the long shaft and standing her on two thick bricks. Her wrists were soon fastened loosely to the beam.She was shaking her head with fear but she knew we would not now relent. Tom had stood quietly till now at the side watching, as he had all day, never once getting involved but at times he could be seen with his hand under the white cloak stroking his erect tool. In reality all of us I had no doubt, had done the same at some point, or points, during the day.Tom was now asked to hold her lips open and to ensure the pony fitted snugly up to his wife`s sex then the studded rod was lifted till it was just in contact with the soft open sex of our subject. A rope attached at either end of the rod was passed over the beam and tied off both perfectly adjusted her body still supported by the bricks.Her tormenters had now all returned and we were ready for the final act. We all stood back, tears of anticipation coursed down her face, mascara now mostly washed away. Harry selected a six inch needle; he showed it to our subject who went a little paler, then he slowly and relentlessly forced it through her left labia and the tip deep into the soft wooden pole. The clock in her full view; was started as the needle was inserted. Her screams pitiful even through the gag. He selected the second and repeated the whole thing from the right. She was now fixed to the pony in a very positive way.Tom at Harry’s behest, lifting her foot and removing the bricks, her weight came on to the studs, she raised her voice to a gagged wailing howl of shear pain as the soft tissue met the studs and took her full weight. A lucky member stepped forward with his soft flogger, the whip landing on her bare and bloodstained, tortured and wounded back she shuddered and cried out but didn’t dare move and cause herself any more horrendous pain or damage. He landed one cut of the flogger every movement of the large hand on the clock which her eyes were now intensely and solely focused on, we had become background, even that flogger had receded to the periphery of her mind, all that she could focus on was the tremendous pain centred on the soft flesh of her sex and that clock, tick, tick, ticking away her time on this awful pony of pain. 20 minutes we had said and she knew that was how long she would be here enduring. Tick, tick, tick,Tiny trickles of blood dribbled from the needles, or perhaps from the studs we could not see clearly.Tick; tick, by 15 her focus on the clock so intense that she had even quietened from the noisy scream to a terrible moan. Tick 16, tick 17 if it hadn’t been for the gag she would have bitten her lip through, tick 18, tick 19 then as the clock marked the full 20 minutes, the needles were extracted, the rope was cut by willing hands that caught her, the gag was quickly out, as Harry laid her battered abused and bloodstained body onto a stretcher. In seconds she was into the ambulance, within another ten minutes Tom had spoken to her and returned to us. Saying that; “she sent her thanks for our single minded pursuit of her wildest dreams, that her resolve had nearly crumbled and her consciousness was fading as she passed the 20 minutes but she felt so elated and free now. The full £1000 bonus would be paid today.”The old ambulance was soon away, the Merc following it, the boys of the club soon away home well satisfied and I needed to walk the dogs yet again. Another weekend was over the likes of which I doubt we will ever experience again.

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