Anthem of torment

“χαῖρε, ὢ χαῖρε, Ἐλευθεριὰ! – Hail oh hail thee Liberty” Diane mumbled.

“What was that you said” asked Kathy.

“Nothing to worry about. Just me trying to distract myself from the stimulation.” Replied Diane.

“And what were you doing?”

“Reciting to myself lines of the Greek national anthem in both Greek and English.”

“I thought I heard the word Liberty. That suggests you want to be free of this torment.”

“True on both counts, and this chat is not helping me control myself.”

I continued to chat with our friends. Diane was not taking much part in the conversation as she fighting to keep herself under control.

So far she had managed to refrain from orgasming for an hour. She still had another 30 minutes of the C string set at random timing and the bullet inserted in her which was sound activated.

Diane was not only squirming during this time; she was flushed around the shoulders as fought against the stimulation was taking her towards an orgasm.

With about five minutes left on her time, she came very hard. She managed to do this relatively quietly. Luckily for her both the C string and bullet turned off as she came. She sighed and leant back on to me with the expression of pure bliss that told us all what had happened.

I took a little pity on her and turned of both sets of stimulation because she was twitching as she recovered from the release.

It took a few minutes before she was capable of coherent speech, and was able to join in the conversation.

Petra said “that looked intense.”

“Quite definitely. If we were at home I would have been very vocal. It was so hard not to make a noise.”

James smiled saying to Petra “Maybe we should try having you do something like that.”

Petra went bright red “I don’t think so.”

Kathy added “John has had me do it as a punishment on more than one occasion. I can assure you it is very effective.”

James then said with finality “the next punishment you earn will be to hold back with the same devices as Diane is wearing running continuously for 45 minutes whilst we are here with friends.”

Petra was not happy with this idea, wisely saying nothing.

The conversation moved on and we all left the pub about 11pm. As soon as we got onto the footpath home I had her strip off everything except her nipple stretchers. As we walked home I held her lovingly with an arm over her right shoulder and played with her very sensitive nipple. She moaned in pleasure as I caressed it and squealed whenever I gave the tip a squeeze.

Finally we got home and I had her remove the stretchers on her nipples and then put on her chastity belt as we got ready for bed.

The next morning Diane was still asleep when I woke. I arranged with Corrine and Patrice for a skype call so they could see the final part of the weekend’s punishment.

Around midday I called her into the playroom. She was very nervous, especially when Corrine greeted her from the laptop. She waved back nervously before I said. “You failed one task, had three orgasms in another and then another one last night. So that is 40 strokes with the cane bundle. Just like last week I am going to give you a chance to reduce the stroke count on your bum. We are going to play heads or tails, tossing the coin 5 times. Each time you win the stroke count on your bum reduces by eight. Each time I win, you will get an additional 8 strokes with the quirt on each of your lovely boobs. So if you are really lucky you won’t get any strokes.”

Diane nervously said “Please, let’s get this over with. I am so nervous about the canes.”

I picked up a coin, showed it to her before I flipped it in the air and she called heads, the relief on her face was clearly visible as she saw a head staring up at her. Diane then said “I am going to call heads for all of them.”

I tossed the coin again and I was not so happy to see another head staring up at me. The third toss produced a tail. The fourth was a head before the final one was a tail.

She was very relieved that the count had been reduced so significantly.

I asked her to stand under the hook hanging from the ceiling. I secured her ankles into a three foot stretcher bar. Removed the belt before securing her wrists with cuffs to the hook and pulled it so her body was pulled taut making her tits lift a little.

I picked up the quirt, flicked it a couple of times before taking my position. The first flick landed on her left breast and a nice bright weal appeared soon after. I repeated this nine times on her left breast ensuring some landed on the more sensitive part below her nipples. The right breast got 10 weals all over it. I then landed a further 5 strikes all around her nipple before the final one landed directly on the aureole above her by now prominent nipple. I repeated this on the left tit.

I let her down from the restraints and she turned to look at the mirror to admire the welts all over her lovely globes.

I let her rest a minute or two before ordering her to mount the spanking bench. I secured her down, and pressed the button to start the spanking machine.

The first strike landed and Diane let out a loud scream. This stroke was harder than any she had received from this particular implement previously.

The next few strokes landed at varying intervals and produced similarly loud screams. The twelfth stroke crossed over some of the previous ones and this elicited an even louder scream. The final four strokes landed quickly and Diane screamed as each landed. I quickly released her from the bench cuddled her and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. We hugged and held each other for half an hour before she made to get up. I got up with her; she kissed me hard and then turned to the mirror and was astonished to see no blood, but a very red pair of cheeks with a lot of very prominent lines.

I gently traced a finger along some and she flinched on the touch. She summed up the weekend with “I deserved everything for being naughty, thank you master.”

Author’s note
“χαῖρε, ὢ χαῖρε, Ἐλευθεριὰ! – Hail oh hail thee Liberty” is the fourth line of the second verse of the Greek National anthem. The full version of the anthem is 158 verses long. As I am a British citizen living in Greece, I felt it appropriate to use that anthem rather than “God save the Queen”.

Wicked Wednesday

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6 Responses to Anthem of torment

  1. I love how Diane recited part of the anthem to distract herself 😉

    Rebel xox

  2. Kayla Lords says:

    I have a feeling a heads or tails game like that would make me MORE nervous, lol.

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