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Mistress Flavia and Camilla Flagellate Me--Chapter 1

When I was admitted to the dungeon, Camilla greeted me and took me into one of the small waiting rooms. She was a Mistress in training, so I could just call her by her first name. Her blonde hair was tied back in a severe ponytail. She was wearing knee high black boots, and sexy red bikini underwear that pushed up her breasts provocatively.

“Strip,” she said.

I obeyed and hung my clothes on the wall hooks.

“You know how to stand. Let me inspect you.”

I held my hands behind my back and stood patiently while Camilla approached me. I knew what was coming.

As I stood there naked, Camilla walked up to me, put her hands on my chest and began roughly caressing my nipples. Soon she was pinching my nipples as hard as she could, using her fingernails to dig into my flesh. When she’d made me grunt with pain a few times, she stopped. She stepped back a pace and looked me up and down.

“I must say you’ve got a nice cock, Chris”

“Thank you, Camilla” I started to say, but I couldn’t finish because she slapped me hard across the face. On my right cheek, because Camilla was left-handed. I kept my hands behind my back as I’d been trained to do. To be honest, I couldn’t help staring at her fine tits which shook just a bit when she struck me. Before I knew it, Camilla slapped me again. This time with her right hand.

“Don't you dare flinch,” Camilla said. Then she faked with her right hand and slapped me again with her left.

Both my cheeks were stinging.

“I can’ wait to get you into the dungeon and begin helping Mistress Flavia beat you properly,” Camilla said.

“Now kneel by the table.”

Then, Camilla held up a long black whip, with an exquisitely plaited black handle and long thin leather tails. They looked llike expensive black leather shoe laces.

“Mistress Flavia had this special whip made for you. It’s a double cat o’nine tails. You see? Eighteen square cut leather tails. But she wants to give you a chance to personalize it before your whipping session today.

“So, on her instructions, I’ve set out nine metal washers and nine square metal 1/2 inch hex nuts. She wants you to knot either a washer or a hex nut on each tail. Use a bowline or a figure-eight knot to make sure the metal is secure. She doesn’t want the metal sliding around up and down the whip. Once you’ve securely tied the nuts and washers to the leather tails, the “cat” will have real metal claws.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes. Thank you Camilla.”

“I’ll be back in half an hour. You’d better be done.”

Camilla slowly walked out of the room, making sure I had time to admire the way the muscles in her tight ass rippled as she moved.

After a few false starts, I remembered how to tie a bowline and used that knot to secure the washers and nuts to each tail. When I finished, there were an even number of round metal washers and hex metal nuts carefully looped and knotted into the end of each tail. I’d started my knots about one inch away from the actual tip of the leather tails, and there was no danger the knots would ever loosen that much. Even with the weight of the metal attachments. When I held the cat o’nine tails down by my side, the metal clicked like a wicked castanet.

Camilla re-entered the room.

“Stay on your knees” she ordered.

Then she went to the table and looked at the whip.

“Chris, this looks very……..cruel. I’m sure Mistress Flavia will be pleased.” Now, I want you to stand up and follow me.

As I followed Camilla down the corridor that led to the main dungeon, I again admired her exquisitely contoured back and ass. She was very beautiful. It was a shame she was such a cruel bitch.

When we entered the dungeon, I got down on my knees in my usual place beneath the metal crossbar attached to a hoist in the ceiling.

Then Mistress Flavia entered. She looked lovely, as always. Her suavely cut brown hair just touched her shoulder blades. Before each session, she was gracious and patient. I’d been seeing her every week for nearly three months, and her presence was hypnotic to me. Even though she would whip me very hard, until I even screamed sometimes, felt it was my pleasure to endure these beatings because I loved and admired her so much. Somehow, I knew she tortured me because she really loved me and I wanted to be worth of that love. Mistress walked right up to where I was kneeling.

I gratefully bent down and lovingly kissed her feet. I kiss each foot reverently.

Then, still on my knees, I raised myself up again.

“It’s good to see you Chris,” Mistress Flavia said. “I'm eager to see the whip you decorated for me.”

Camilla brought Mistress Flavia the whip, and she inspected it carefully.

“These are tight knots, Chris. And I like the way you’ve left an extra inch of leather on the tip of the tail in case the hides stretch a bit.”

Mistress Flavia began swinging the whip around. It sliced through the air with a menacing hiss.

“I think the washers and nuts give it a nice heft,” Camilla said. “I can’t wait to see you beat Chris with it.”

“Thank you, Camilla.”

Then, Mistress Flavia continued. “Chris, what I’ve asked you to help me do here, is to recreate the ancient Roman “flagellum” -- the Roman whip that was used on slaves, prisoners, convicts and enemies of the state as part of their torture before they were crucified. They were whipped with metal-tipped scourges until their bodies were bleeding. It was the initial stage in their torture and punishment to the death.”

I looked over at Camilla, and she was savoring every word.

“I’m going to whip and chastise you just like those Roman slaves were whipped. In the old Roman sense, I’m going to severely flagellate you. I’m going to whip and scourge you until you bleed. I’m going to flog your back with this metal-tipped cat o’nine tails until you bleed.

“I’m going to whip your ass until it bleeds.”

“I”m going to scourge your chest and nipples until they bleed.”

“I’m going to chastise your cock and balls until they bleed.”

“Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Flavia.” I said.

“Do you agree to be whipped until you bleed?”

“Yes, Mistress Flavia.”

Then Mistress Flavia hesitated. She took a deep breath.

“Camilla is going to assist me in your torture and punishment. Do you agree to be whipped by Camilla until you are bleeding?”

I looked over at Camilla, and saw her smiling with an unholy glow of lust.

“Chris. Again, I ask do you also agree to be scourged and whipped by Camilla until you bleed?”

“Yes, Mistress Flavia. I agree to be whipped by you and Camilla until you both make me bleed.”

Mistress Flavia gave me a gracious smile of thanks. I loved her so much.

“Camilla, please place the ankle and wrist cuffs on Chris and tie him to the crossbar. Make sure his legs are spread properly. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

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