Cecilia Medina - The Mishandled Mistress Part 6

Selma looked over her right shoulder and struggled against her bonds as Megumi raised the flogger, but her actions could do nothing to stop the blow from being delivered across her bottom, causing her to yelp out through her gag at the blow.

Even I could see that you struck her with much less force than you would if you really wanted to punish her. There were cries from the bent over maid as she received five more strikes against her bottom by the implement of torment, but it appeared to the hogtied captive that the punisher was not using a lot of strength. Cecyme’s attention was caught just a moment later by a soft moan from Selma as the Japanese maid used the fingertips of her free hand to caress the posterior of the captive, and this went on for about a minute. Soon after, the right hand was raised again and the captive cried out another six times as she was stuck on her cheeks by the flogger, with the increase in her volume indicating that it was a little more painful this time.

The sighs from the maid also seemed to be louder as Megumi stroked the affected area with her hand, and the bottom of the prisoner looked as though it had wiggled again. It’s almost as if you are stimulating Selma. Is that what you are doing to her, arousing her by the act of punishment? A half-dozen more shouts escaped the captive’s lips as the tips of the flogger whipped across the soft flesh at the tops of her thighs and she even lifted herself up on the balls of her wide apart feet at one point.

Megumi tucked the device into the cloth belt of her small pinny before using each hand to smooth over one of the helpless lady’s thighs with the captive moving a little as she felt the relief. “You do know that you have been a very naughty girl, Selma.” The maid said as the soothing continued. “I have no other choice but to punish you for your bad behaviour.” It wasn’t long before the gentle touching stopped with the maid taking hold of the flogger, and the bent over lady yelped another six times as she felt the stinging blows that impacted at the top of her legs, before there was another minute of soft caresses from her punisher.

“It is going to get worse for you, bad girl, as I do not think that you have learnt your lesson.” Cecyme was surprised to see Selma shout out louder than before and her body squirmed as her defenceless derriere was flogged twelve times  with strikes that were more intense than before. Louder moans accompanied the stroking of the helpless lady’s behind by her tormentor and she started to writhe in her bonds as the fingers glided over her reddened skin. This was followed by another dozen impacts against her cheeks, but the cries seemed to be a little less loud, with her moans being even louder as her buttocks were again caressed.

OMG, you are stimulating her. This isn’t about punishment, it’s all about giving Selma what she wants. This whole situation when she was discovered to be stealing and ending up being bound and gagged is all part of the ritual. I can see that it is causing Selma a degree of pain, but it is obvious that she is deriving a great deal of erotic pleasure from it as well. If it gets any harder, she may even-, no I doubt that it could happen. Cecyme’s attention was brought to the punishment of the maid as she shrieked out twelve times in a vocalisation of the blows that struck the tops of her thighs, and there was more loud sighing as the marked areas were smoothed over by the oriental lady’s gentle massage. This process was duplicated again, but the hogtied prisoner noticed that the cries of pain became even more muted, with an occasional moan appearing. It’s as if she is feeling less pain from each blow, and it’s turning into a kind of pleasure for her. That can’t be happening, though.

The first of a dozen whipping strikes went across the reddened cheeks of the flogged maid, but although the blows was stronger, the cry of pain was very quiet with her forcing her backside out in order for the impacts to be more effective. She wants to be punished now, she’s making it even more powerful. As the lady’s bottom was caressed, her writhing was constant with her moans sounding as if she was close to reaching the peak of pleasure. If this goes on, you are going to explode with pleasure. The unusual thing is that Megumi is holding back on trying to punish you, she must be using the precise strength to bring you to this moment.

“You are a very bad maid, aren’t you Selma?” Megumi said, and there was a furious nodding from the helpless maid as she was struck another twelve times on her cheeks, with her sighing at each blow. “You need to be punished as hard as possible for your misdeeds.” Again the captive nodded with vigour. “I will keep flogging you until I decide that your punishment is over.” There were no longer twelve impacts with a caressing of the struck area this time, just harder blows alternating between the bottom and her upper thighs, and the bent over maid seemed to be shouting “More” through her gag as her punishment continued with her sighing and writhing in her bonds.

A few minutes later, the whipped Selma emitted a long and loud scream with her trying to straighten up which caused the clamps to pull hard on her nipples, creating a feeling which added to her ecstasy. Megumi dropped her flogger, bent over her prisoner and released the clamps so that there was no risk of further harm to the captive who was oblivious to anything but the orgasm that was coursing through her body. Just a few seconds later, the spreader bar was detached from the legs of the captive, who was half-carried around to the side of the bed and helped to lie down on her right side. Her legs were bent at the knees so that they pressed against her bottom, before a short chain was threaded through the D-rings of the cuffs that were attached to her ankles and the ring that was at the end of the armbinder with the ends padlocked together so that she was held in a tight hogtie.

“I think that it is time to bring an end to Collette’s punishment, as she has waited for long enough.” Megumi said before caressing Selma’s hair and whispering in her ear, and Cecyme’s attention was focused on the moaning and begging captive who had also witnessed the display and was desperate for a release from her sexual torment.

Don’t worry, Collette your turn will come very soon. The tongue of the bound maid probed deeper into the folds of flesh in front of her and she stroked up and down at a faster rate than before so that the aroused woman could feel the maximum amount of pleasure. At one point it sounded as if the lady was going to reach the point of bliss, so Cecyme decided to tease her by halting her actions and the prisoner begged and pleaded through her gag for the caressing to continue. I won’t keep you in denial for much longer. The pressure and speed of the captive’s tongue increased with her even pressing the tip against the most sensitive spot of Collette’s lips.

This had the desired effect of taking the red headed captive over the edge with her screaming out in pleasure as the bliss overwhelmed her, and she cried and convulsed in her spread-eagled position on the bed, with poor Cecyme at times having to suffer having Collette’s lips of lust pressed against her face. After a few minutes, the helpless woman relaxed in her post orgiastic reverie, and the hogtied maid listened to her breathing which soon became regular and shallow which indicated that she had fallen asleep. As she looked up, she saw a smile on Megumi’s face as she put the index finger of her right hand up to her lips, in a gesture that meant to remain silent.

As the helpless woman lay on the bed, she noticed that her captor was untying the rope that bound her wrists to her ankles, and this was removed within a minute with her being helped up and off the bed with a minimum of disturbance. “I will change the gag you are wearing, as you have had to put up with it for some time.” Megumi said in a very quiet voice with her lips close to Cecyme’s left ear. “Please remember not to speak.” The captive opened her mouth so that the gag could be removed, and she noticed that Selma was also fast asleep on her bed with an expression on her face which made it look as if she was smiling.

It didn’t take more than a few seconds for the chopsticks to be removed and a medium sized red rubber ball was inserted between the lips of the helpless maid, with the straps being taken around the sides of the face before the ends were buckled together at the back of her neck. At least this is more comfortable than the very strappy gag that I was forced to wear, or the chopsticks that were pressing down on my tongue.

The Japanese maid untied the crotch rope from the captive and tucked it into the loops that secured her waist before speaking in a quiet voice “Follow me, slave. We need to make sure that you are ready for bed, so we have to make a certain trip.”

This is going to be embarrassing. As the captive knew where she needed to go, she turned towards the bathroom door before taking slow and steady hops in that direction with the other maid in front of her. Once Cecyme had entered the room, she found out that the process turned out to be every bit as embarrassing as she had imagined it to be, but the prisoner knew that it was preferable to ending up having to go and being unable to. At least this is over and done with for tonight.

“I will take you over to a bed and we can get settled for tonight.” Megumi said as she closed the bathroom door once they had exited the room, and hooked her right index finger around the captive’s waist rope. “The reason for the smaller gag is that you have not slept with one in your mouth before, and the harness-gag may be too much for you for a first night. Just follow me.”

Do I really have any choice in the matter? You already have taken a hold of my ropes. Tugs on the waist rope guided the helpless maid to the nearest empty bed where she was made to turn around before a gentle push against her chest encouraged her to sit down.

“Lie on your right side on the bed, so that you are facing the middle.” It was a struggle to get into this position by the maid, given that both her legs and arms were bound but she managed to squirm onto her side and make sure that there would be no discomfort. Her legs were bent at the knees with her heels brought up to her bottom, and a length of rope which was wrapped around her wrists and ankles kept her in a secure hogtie.

“There you are, now you will not be trying to escape tonight.” Megumi said as she lay down on the bed opposite the bound maid, so that they were facing each other before she embraced the helpless lady. “I noticed that you were intrigued by Selma’s behaviour tonight when she was punished.”

Cecyme nodded as she snuggled up to the maid who held and cuddled her. It was very unusual, but I don’t think that it was just the flogging itself that had an effect on her.

“I cannot tell you the whole story because it involves some very confidential information, and it is up to Selma to tell you about it. I can tell you that the ritual of punishment is as important as me flogging her, and she is the kind of person who responds well to an erotic spanking. In order to orgasm, she needs to feel as if she is being punished or pay off a forfeit such as losing a bet, which puts her in the right state of mind. Selma needs to be a bad girl who has to pay for her behaviour.”

I think that I am going to have to wait for Selma to tell me the rest of the story, and it might be a while before she trusts me enough to reveal this part of herself to me.

“I wish I could tell you what precisely is going to happen, but I don’t want to end up facing the wrath of Mistress Isabella, as she can be a very stern lady when she puts her mind to it.  Anyway my cuddlesome Cecyme, you need to relax and go to sleep now, as you will have a lot to do in the mornings. After all, you are the number one bondage slave at the moment and you have a lot to learn about your new situation.”

I wonder how long it will take me to fall asleep, but it shouldn’t be too difficult as I ended up taking naps while tied up when I was a teenager. Well, I am starting to feel a little tired and it has been an eventful Friday. It wasn’t long before the exertions of the evening caught up with the helpless captive as she lay on the bed and she fell into a deep sleep…

Ow! What’s happening to me? You’re pinching my nipples, stop it! As the captive opened her eyes, she noticed that the lights were off and that the room was illuminated by the light that had entered the room through the curtains that were drawn over the windows. It’s morning already, did I just spend the entire night bound and gagged?

“The other ladies are still asleep, and I want to make sure that you can get cleaned up before the day starts, as you have been in this uniform all night long. I will untie you and remove this outfit as I have a spare ready, and you can have a quick shower.” Megumi said as she rolled the captive over to the front so that it would be easier for her to remove the hogtie rope, and once this was untied the helpless lady was helped off the bed so that she could stand on her feet. All of the bonds that secured her legs together were removed, before the ropes around her arms and body were untied. “You are to keep your gag on during this period as a new slave must have some kind of permanent symbol of her captivity.”

That sounds similar to wearing a collar or a chain around a single wrist.

“When you are in the bathroom, you can put your current clothing in the hamper marked ‘Cecyme’ and this will be taken to the laundry during the morning. Take your shoes off before you enter the bathroom though.”

Following the instructions, the maid stopped before entering the bathroom and removed her shoes so that she could put them by the side of the door, as they would be needed for later. Once she was inside, she ran the shower before removing her clothes and placed them in her own personal hamper. This must have been planned for some time if I have my own laundry basket. At least I am being allowed to have a shower this morning. The water was warm when she entered the shower and she covered herself with gel before she put herself under the stream of water for a second time, so that it could be washed off.

After the shower was switched off, she looked around for a towel, and she noticed that there were five hanging from hooks opposite the shower. I can understand if there were three towels, and perhaps one extra, but why do we have five of them in here? Perhaps I should look at the names as the latest one might be mine. Just as she guessed, the one on the right was hers, and the first three were those of the present maids, with the prefix of slave before each name. The fourth towel came as a surprise to the maid as it belonged to ‘slave Isabella’.

Do you count as a slave as well, Isabella? I thought that you were in charge of all of us. It didn’t take long for the lady to dry herself off, and she decided to take advantage of the relative freedom to enjoy a bathroom break before leaving the room without the problem of embarrassment. Now to start the morning, but I wonder what my first duty will be?

“Now that your shower is finished, you need to go over to the bed and put your uniform on, but leave the shoes off for now. Once you are dressed, lie face down on the bed with your hands behind your back.”

I would have thought that you would have wanted me to put the shoes on, but you must have a reason for the instruction. The panties were put on first with the stockings following and the lady put the dress on over her head with the whole procedure only taking a few minutes. Now to lie on my front, although I don’t know how I am supposed to do anything like this.

It took just a few seconds for the lady to lie down on her front, and her hands were placed palm to palm before a length of rope was wrapped eight times around her wrists with four cinches to secure the cord. Her arms were pulled together before her elbows were bound and cinched with ten loops encircling her joints. Two ropes were used to bind the maid’s legs together at her ankles and below her knees with ten loops and four cinches each, and her heels were taken up to her wrists with another rope fixing her into a hogtie.

I really can’t do anything now. What are you doing to my gag? Is that a rope? The hogtied maid felt her head being pulled back so that her neck was strained, and there was increased tension at her ankles after a few more seconds have passed. I can’t lower my head, I’m hogtied by my gag and my head is pulled back! I’m stuck like this!

“Now you can perform your first duty of the day.” Megumi said as she placed what seemed to be a microphone in front of the strained captive. “This device will go through all of the handsets on speakerphone and it will ensure that everyone will receive a nice wakeup call.”

What type of wakeup call am I supposed to provide, and why are you walking around to the bottom of the bed? Nonononono, stopstopstopstop!

The screams of laughter that echoed throughout the mansion let everyone know just how vigorous Megumi was in her tickling of Cecyme…

(To Be Continued)