Springfield Agreement

Chapter Three

Springfield

I was obligated for five more days of servitude to Renee. We seemed to have hit a groove. She continued to use me as she saw fit. But conversation flowed easily between us. I loved looking at her when she was excited about a deal she was working on. But I knew, I simply loved looking at her.

Our speech was still very formal. I never forget to address her as Mistress, and she always called me slave. We never spoke of my impending freedom. I simply enjoyed the journey, quite often falling asleep while rubbing her feet.

This night she came in and had me give her head as usual. And quite enthusiastically. When she was done with me, I served her the evening meal, gave her a glass of white wine and washed the dishes. She smiled when I stepped back onto the patio.

“That was excellent fried chicken, slave. I do appreciate your efforts in the kitchen.”

“Thank you, Mistress. Please don’t be offended, but you were enthusiastic thisEvening. I always appreciate your enthusiasm.”

“Maybe it takes a good slave to bring that enthusiasm out. S-l-a-v-e.”

She always got to me when she drug-out the word slave. But her compliments made me smile.

“I am wondering about something else, tonight, slave. Do you trust me?”

“Of course, Mistress.”

“OK. The month is almost over. I want to know how you’ll react if I use a riding crop on you. Are you game?”

“Yes, Mistress. New territory for me.”

“Good. I’ll be right back.”

She came back, minus the office clothes and wearing the black volleyball outfit.

“Follow me, slave.”

We walked to the dungeon, and she asked me about my pain tolerance. I thought it was pretty good, as long as she wasn’t going to draw and quarter me.

“I prefer you in one piece, slave. But occasionally, I would like to hear you shriek a little. It’s a nice thing to have a slave that can take a trimming. It’s a power game, you know. I like to take a little more power a few times a year. How much can you give up? Rhetorically, speaking?

“Also, whipping a man is a very intimate process. But not only for me. Being whipped is also an intimate scene. So, I want to film this scene. You have already been photographed several times. If we film this, I believe that both of us will enjoy watching the movie. Is that agreeable to you, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress.” I really wasn’t sure about that, but she could talk me into anything.

We stepped into the shop and she quickly had three cameras on tripods set around the area we would be in. She led me to a hoist, tied my wrists and lifted my arms over my head with the hoist. She spread my ankles and tied them to collapse rings screwed to the floor. She drew me up tight, but my feet were still on the concrete. Then she removed my cock cage. She checked the cameras, which were already running. With them aligned to her satisfaction, she went to select a riding crop.

There was a wall with riding crops, several whips mounted on sticks, and two honest bull whips.

“Now. I’m going to use this riding crop on you, slave. This is not an endurance test. If I hurt you too much, tell me. You may like a bit of pain. That is why we are here, to find out. OK?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She grabbed my balls forcedly. “Serious now, slave. Don’t go Further than you are comfortable with.”

“Mistress, I will. Honest. And I trust you.”

“Very good, slave.”

She took the riding crop and swatted me hard on the right button, watching my reaction. A few light slapses on the thighs, then a hard slap to the left button. She was in no hurry. And I was semi-erect. She held the crop between my legs and looked me in the eyes, smiling as she did. A light slap on my balls. And again. Again. I had a full, massive hard-on.

“Hmmm. That is the reaction I was hoping to see, slave. Enjoying yourself so far?”

“Yes, Mistress.” I was so embarrassed. My face felt like a sun, it glowed so hot. Man! And the way she looked at me! Cool. Calm. In control. And she was clearly enjoying herself. I was too, though I was a bit confused over my excitement with the abuse she was dealing me.

She slowly walked around me while using the riding crop on me. My back, the legs, my chest and stomach, my balls and cock. I was so turned on! She stopped and dealt a dozen hard blows to my butt. She stepped in front of me and held my cock.

“Do you want me to stop, slave? Wow! That was a vigorous throb! I am impressed. Let’s torque you a little longer. Since you are enjoying yourself.”

She took a step ball and began lightly hitting my cock and balls again. Then she began circling me again, dealing her blows out everywhere. This went on for forty-five minutes and my erection never softened. She began slapping my balls again and I began humping the air.

“OK, we better give you a rest, slave. Let’s let your excitement cool a little.” She cupped my balls in her hand and she put a very wet tongue into my ear. “Tell me what you think, slave,” she whispered in my wet ear.

“This is all new to me, Mistress. I’m a bit surprised at my reaction to the pain. Not that the pain has been that bad. But I am wondering, uh, if the pain, uh…. would you use a whip on me, Mistress?”

“Does my Colorado cowboy really want me to use a whip on him? Hmmmm? That’s a step up.” She stepped in front of me and looked me in the eyes. “Why?”

“I just wonder what it would feel like, Mistress. I suppose the, uh, the experience is something I’d like to, uh, experience. Does that make sense?”

“Yes, it does, slave. Certainly, I wanted to experience male domination at one time.” She smiled. “But, the cock weekend took care of that notion. So, let’s try it. But listen, if it is too much, tell me. I will stop when you say stop. That is your safe-word. OK?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Alright. I haven’t used a bullwhip in a long time, so we won’t go that far. I’ll use a whip stick on you. it can be controlled better, and it can even make you bleed.”

She stepped to the wall and came back with a stick that had a single tail.

“Now, slave. I’ve had scenes with a half-dozen men that wanted to experience being whipped. Only one of them truly enjoyed it. Is this something that you’ve fantasized about before being my slave this month?”

“No, Mistress. It’s only something I’ve thought of since being in your dungeon and seeing your whips on the wall.”

“OK, very good. So, we’ll start and see your reaction. I’m sure you’ll lose that boss real quick.” She gave my erection a light slap. “Remember, you are here now, for this experience. You have nothing to prove to me. If it hurts you too much, Just say ‘stop’, and I will stop. Understood, slave?”

“Understood, Mistress.”

“OK. We will start very slow, with time between each lash. Partly to let me enjoy the process, but mostly to let you feel the pain, to savor the experience.” She gripped my balls again as she looked in my eyes, smiling. “Remember your safe-word.” A light squeeze and she stepped behind me. My cock throbbed with this new adventure.

I was disappointed that the whipping wasn’t what I thought it would be, I took five lashes to the right should easily. Renee circled around, asking how I was doing. So far, so good, I said. No complaints. I just knew that she would increase the difficulty.

She stepped behind me and delivered five lashes to my left shoulder. She came around again.

“You could easily stand a firmer lash, couldn’t you, slave?”

“I agree, Mistress.”

She gazed at my hard-on and grinned. “We are both going to enjoy this next round, slave.” She cupped my balls again, and whispered in my ear, “Take a few deep breaths while you can.”

Five harder lashes to the right shoulder. It was noticeable, with fifteen or twenty seconds between each. There was a halt, I thought she was going to speak to me again, but the whip hit my left shoulder. The same pattern, I still never cried out. Twenty lashes altogether, and she stepped in front of me again.

“Hey, nice job, slave. You are doing very well. No need to use your safe-word?”

“No, Mistress, I’m OK.”

“Very good, slave. I’ll hit you harder now.” She lightly traced her fingers over my chest and belly. “There is no shame in crying out, if you need to. Really, your cries will enhance my experience. But, we are mostly here for your benefit.” She kissed my lips, very light. “Now, we move on.”

She stepped behind me and really struck me hard. A loud “Aahhh” escaped from me. Another lash also caused me to cry out. This set of five came faster. She stepped in front of me again.

“How is it, slave?”

“I’m fine, Mistress. It is more pronounced, but I don’t want you to stop.”

My erection had gone down while she was whipping me, but it sprang back up when she cupped my balls. She looked at my hard-on with a smile, then at me.

“OK, slave. You know I like to keep everything even, five more to your left side.”

She released my balls and stepped behind me. Five lashes to the left, also faster, each caused me to cry out. I breathed deep gulps of air while she lightly traced her fingers over my shoulders. Thirty lashes.

She stepped in front of me again with that supreme look of control on her face. “What would you think if I made you bleed a bit, slave?”

I could feel the singing on my back and my shake getting fully hard again as I met her gaze. Damn! She was the Master of this domain!

“Do it, Mistress. Go ahead, make me bleed.”

She put several fingers under my chin. “A harsher blow will make you bleed. Is that what you want, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good boy.”

She stepped behind me and popped the single tail in the air twice. Then it came down on my right shoulder, hard. There was no stifling that cry. Another lash and I cried out. Then eight more, each drawing a cry of pain from me. “This is so awesome!” passed through my mind. She traced over my shoulder.

“We have three lashes bleeding, slave.” She stepped in front of me. “Tell me what you think.”

“This is awesome, Mistress.”

“Well. Aren’t you the glutton for punishment? Slave.” That long, drawn out slave. “OK. Ten more will be fifty lashes. That is a good place to stop for a neophyte.”

She stepped behind me and delivered the ten blows to my left with the same severity. I cried out with each lash. I wished I could see her whipping me. Ohhh! The cameras! I hoped the video of this scene would show a good picture of her whipping me!

She whipped me ten times on the left shoulder. Hard, measured strikes that caused me to cry out in wonderful pain. I stayed semi-hard through the last session, but when Renee stepped in front of me I became fully erect.

“Are you OK, slave? Nevermind. You are aroused again!”

“Yes, Mistress,I am. How about you?”

“Oh, yeah, slave. I am turned on.”

“Could we try twenty more, Mistress?”

“Really, slave? You want another twenty?”

“If it’s OK with you, Mistress.”

She smiled as she took in a deep breath. “OK, slave. Twenty more. And harder.”

When she was behind me, she started right in. Harder, but slower. I yelled with each measured lash. My right shoulder was on fire. Each strike of the whip felt like it cut through me. This set took longer due to her slower pace, the age of her beating was a huge turn-on for me. I didn’t stay semi-hard with this set, my erection was full and hard. When she finally completed the right side, she stepped to the other side of me and slowly whipped ten hard blows on my left shoulder. Each lash cut through me, and she took her time. When she stepped in front of me again, she looked like a Queen. My hard-on was raging. Renee touched me lightly there, while looking in my eyes. She stroked me once.

“Mistress! Wait! Wait! Oohhh! It’s too, oohhh!”

I came so hard! It hit me like a train! I yelled with orgasmic lust. Good grief! My legs gave out and my knees buckled. The chain holding my wrist cuffs was the only thing that stopped me from hitting the floor. I just hung there by the leather cuffs, lost in the post-orgasmic haze. That may have been my best ever, number one orgasm. Brought on by a serious whipping by a beautiful babe.

“Wow! You have had a major orgasm, slave. About half of it sailed off and hit the floor, but I have some you need to eat.”

It was difficult to open my eyes, but I tried. Her index and middle fingers were at my mouth. I just leaned forward and took them in, just sucking the cum off weakly. I couldn’t even try to stand at the moment. The cum went down my throat and she pulled out and told me to clean the next two. I sucked that cum off her, still hanging there, with no help from my legs. The last of the cum slid down and Renee lifted my chin and kissed me, her tongue filling my mouth. She never seemed to be bothed by kissing me after I’d been eating cum. That always struck me as part of her person, totally natural and free spirited.

“Can you stand yet?”

I tried, but my movements were slow and uncoordinated. She laughed a little.

“I’ll drop you to the floor with the hoist, slave.”

I came down slowly and let it lay me on the rug. Wow!

“You have fifteen blood trails on the shoulders, slave. You took a very good whipping. I’m going to wash your back and put some A&D ointment on it.”

“I’ll be able to get up in a minute, Mistress.”

“Sshhh. This is aftercare, slave. I have really pushed your limits, now you need for your Mistress to provide care afterward. A bad Mistress would simply beat you and leave you to attend yourself. Let it happen.”

I didn’t say anything as she washed me and applied ointment to the wounds. Then an idea struck me.

“Has Bill ever needed this type of care from Angie? Mistress. Or Harold? From Jan?”

“No, slave. I am the only Mistress in Springfield that makes a slave bleed.”

“OK, Mistress. I get the facetiousness. And I’m not complaining. That whipping was an eye opener for me. Now I can understand why the guy you whipped with a cane could cum all over an exercise horse. It was an experience I’ll never forget. Thank you.”

“OK, slave. I’m done here.” She touched my cheek. “Let’s get into bed. I won’t restrain you. This night counts as aftercare also. Can you get up, or do I need to help you?”

“I can do it, Mistress.” But I was amazed at how long it took me. And there was soreness on my back. Still, Renee stayed with me if I should need a hand.Iit was while getting up that I noticed Renee’s crotch was soaked. She caught me looking.

“Sorry, Mistress. I couldn’t help noticing the wetness.”

“No offense taken, slave. Yes, I got soaked. And I had an orgasm myself when you collapsed with yours. Not quite asspectacular as yours, but very satisfied to me.”

I needed to use the bathroom, and she stayed by my side to the door. I was impressed by the marks on my back. I started to get hard again when I looked in the mirror. Renee was waiting for me when the door opened. She walked with me to the bed and got me settled, then went to the bathroom.

When she came out she stripped and leaned over me.

“Look, slave.” She pushed her soaked volleyball shorts into my nose. “You keep me in such a state of excitement.”

We laughed over that.

“Now, slave.” She took my hands between her palms. “Tell me about this evening. The good and the bad.”

“Mistress, it was an unforgettable evening. It is going to be on my mind all day tomorrow. Thank you for the experience. And that orgasm when you touched my cock! Totally new territory for me. Is…have you see this before? No, silly question. The night at the fitness place.

“Did you know that I was about to go when you touched me?”

“Not for sure, slave. But I thought it might be possible. But it was impressive to witness you going off like that.” She kissed my hands. “So, are you OK with everything that happened tonight? And if you need time to think it over, that’s fine.”

“I’m fine with all of it, Mistress. I’ll never forget it. Will the video you took of us show you while you were whipping me?”

That caused her to laugh loudly. “Is that the main thing on your mind right now, slave? Seeing me on the video?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Tell me why, slave.”

“Well, uh, I couldn’t see you while you were using the whip on me, Mistress. It would be interesting to see what you looked like while you were whipping me.” She was looking at me with her eyesbrows somewhat raised. “The truth is, Mistress, I think it would be a huge turn-on to see you while you were using the whip on me.”

“Well, slave. I’ll mention that to Angie. She’ll edit it for me. I’ll tell her to have a couple of long scenes of me using that whip on you.” Her smile was radiant. “Have I wokened a huge masochistic streak in you, slave?”

I felt overwhelmed at that moment, and told her so. I would need a day to think about it. But looking at her right now, words failed me. I bent over to kiss her hands.

“Is that alright with you, Mistress?”

“Of course, slave. This Aftercare is for you. Do you remember when you told me that you would be a good slave for me this month. That struck me as a positive sign. I’ve tried to be a good Mistress for you.”

“Well, you have. I have enjoyed this month with you, Mistress. I don’t want it to end.”

“Shhh, shhh. Hush now, slave. We have our dinner date in four nights. We will have a leisurely meal and talk about it then.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push you, Mistress. That was just on my mind and it popped out, I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Hey. You have never offended me, slave.” She rose up and kissed me. “You know, you have gotten me interested in the stargazing. I’d like to open the big door.”

“Sounds good to me, Mistress.”

She rose and opened the door while turning out everything except the indirect lighting. When she got back in bed I tried to put my arm around her and she accepted. We talked while hearing night sounds, while she rested her hand on my stomach. Silence finally came over us.

“I’m drifting off, slave. Let’s have breakfast burritos at eight thirty.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Goodnight, slave.”

It just came over me. “I’d sure like to make love to you, Mistress.”

“Well, I’m right here, slave.”

I laid across her and kissed her. She put her arms around me and met my tongue with hers. This was different. We kissed endlessly and touched each other. When I tried to lay between her legs she accepted. She was wet and eager. When I raised up to enter her, she guided me in with her hand. We moved slowly together, then she raised her knees to take me deeper.We looked into each other’s eyes and made slow, sweet love. When she began thrusting faster I tried to raise up to hit her clip better, and it pushed her over the edge. I looked at her as she came. Her orgasm face was lovely and it pushed me over. I came inside her.

I tried to get my breathing under control. I was afraid she might push me off, I kissed her and tried to hold her tight. But Renee held me around my lower back and seemed to tolerate my ministering. She smiled at me when I looked in her eyes and caressed her cheek.

“I could look in your eyes forever, Mistress.”

“Hmmmm. That whipping has brought out the romantic in you slave.”

“This is a rare moment, Mistress. It was in my mind, so I thought I’d better say it.”

“We’ve been getting to know Each other this month. But, the deal was that you would be my slave for a month. S-l-a-v-e. But, also, good friends are sometimes given benefits. Now, I need to use the bathroom.”

“Yes, Mistress.” I slideoff her and noticed the soreness in my shoulders.”

When she came back to bed she told me I had kept her up past her bedtime and she needed to sleep.

“Sorry to keep you up so late, Mistress. But I was wondering, was the lovemaking part of the aftercare?”

“Oh, the questions, slave. Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“So did I, slave. Let’s sleep.” She kissed me and we lay on our backs and watched the Milky Way.