Make interpersonal relationship with my friend – 8

We entered the den as Daicy flipped on the lights. Sarah’s eyes were immediately drawn to the dangling chains overhead.

“Oh wow,” she exclaimed, “you’ve really got kind of a medieval thing going on here!”

“Johnson installed these chains just last weekend, he’s a real home improvement guy,” Daicy said with a laugh. “Bring him over right here, under the chains.”

Sarah positioned me as Daicy put the box down and went to the closest to retrieve the stepladder. After removing my handcuffs and buckling the leather cuffs on my wrists she climbed up it, and I raised my arms so she could attach the quick links to my wrists.

Then she went to each side of the room and moved away the potted plant and accent cabinet to reveal the coiled chains mounted to the baseboards. “Oh my God,” said Sarah, “this is so freaking hot!”

After extending the chains Daicy buckled the ankle cuffs on me and attached them, and once again my body formed an X as I stood naked and completely vulnerable in the center of the room.

“Why don’t you have a seat Sarah,” Daicy said, pointing to the small couch facing us, “and we’ll give you a little show.”

“A show!” Sarah said with delight as she took her seat, “God, this is just like in the movies Daicy!”

“Exactly,” Daicy said, as I stood in full display in front of Sarah, who was almost glassy-eyed with anticipation of seeing me whipped. When I saw her rub her crotch through her jeans I felt objectified to my core, like an animal in some kind of cruel circus, about to be flogged in front of an audience and made to dance under the whip for their amusement. My stomach was in knots and I felt light-headed.

Daicy moved in front of me and to my relief she had pulled the Scottish tawse out of our toy box, not the signal whip. I really didn’t think I could bear another session with the signal whip, and I didn’t want to have to use a safe word in front of Sarah; maybe it was a macho thing, but I felt compelled to show her what a good slave I was.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this, johnson?” she asked me. “I want to whip you hard, so Sarah can see the way it makes you move.”

“Yes, I’m okay with it Daicy.”

“Then kiss the whip,” she said, holding it to my lips.

“Oh my God,” Sarah said as I kissed the leather tawse, absent-mindedly rubbing her crotch harder.

Daicy usually started slowly to warm me up, but not this time… I think she was eager to show Sarah a real punishment. A few seconds after she moved behind me the tawse crashed across my upper back, causing me to groan and arch my back.

She quickly followed the first lash with another just below it, and another one just below that. I gritted my teeth and grunted with each blow and began the dance, twisting against my chains.

“Oh my God you guys, this is so hot,” Sarah said.

“It gets better,” said Daicy, and she struck my ass as hard as she could.

“Jeez, that hurts Baby,” I said.

“I know,” she said, and lashed at me again.

“Oh fuck!” I cried.

She whipped my ass again. “God, that really hurts Daicy.”

“I told you I’d have to whip you hard, Sweetheart,” said Daicy. “Johnson likes to… complain, and sometimes he starts begging me to stop,” she told Sarah, “but I don’t stop unless he says a safe word. He has fun begging, and I like hearing it.”

“I don’t blame you,” said Sarah, “I like hearing it too! God, this is amazing!”

As Daicy continued whipping me I looked at Sarah and I could see the lust in her eyes, the excitement she felt from watching me suffer. I realized just how very much alike the sisters were.

After an especially hard blow, Daicy paused.

“Do you want to try this?” Daicy asked her sister, as I expected she eventually would.

“Me?” said Sarah.

“Well, you big goofball, I don’t see anybody else here?”

“Uh… well shit, yes I’d like to try it.”

“Is that okay with you, johnson?” Daicy asked.

“Sure, that’s fine,” I replied.

“I think we could use some cold ones first,” said Daicy, moving out from behind me and putting the tawse down on the coffee table. “Don’t either of you go anywhere, I’ll be right back.”

As Daicy walked upstairs, Sarah and I looked at each other awkwardly. I had never felt such humiliation, naked and chained in front of a woman I had just met as she gazed at me from the couch fully dressed.

After a minute she got up and walked up to me. With my legs spread wide our eyes were at the same level. “You really don’t mind if I try whipping you, johnson?” she asked.

“No Sarah, I’m good with it.”

She reached out and put her fingertips on my chest.

“I guess Daicy told you how much we’ve both fantasized about this kind of thing.”

“Oh yes, she did,” I said, “I heard about the cowboy movies.”

She giggled while her fingers trailed down to my chest towards my stomach, saying “Oh yes, those cowboy movies.”

Our eyes stayed locked on each other as her fingers reached my stomach.

“I never thought I’d get to really do this, and I know Daicy never did either.”

My cock was already rock hard from her touch before her fingers found it.

“And I didn’t think I’d ever… get to be whipped by a woman. Not to mention by two,” I said.

She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and said, “It really excites you to know I’m going to whip you, doesn’t it?”

“I guess that’s something I’m not hiding very well,” I said.

Sarah laughed, and as she stole a glance down at the Scottish tawse waiting over on the coffee table I could see the excitement in her eyes for what was to come. I was also noticing, with some apprehension, how well-toned her arms were.

Turning back to me, she said, “I guess this is one of the strangest meet-the-family conversations ever.”

“I guess so,” I replied.

“I’ve wanted to try this for such a long time… longer than Daisy has,” she said, and squeezed my shaft hard. Looking into my eyes she asked, “Is it okay with you if I go just as hard on you as she did?”

“Yes, it’s okay Sarah.”

She took her hand off my cock, touched my face and smiled.

“Maybe some time Daicy will let me have you to myself for a while. You never know… I might turn out to be even more demanding than she is.”

An awkward silence followed until Daicy returned with a tray holding three cold beers. Walking into the room, she took in the sight of Sarah standing before me with my hard cock pointing to the ceiling.

“I’m so happy that you two are getting along,” she said, giving me that crooked grin as she passed a cold beer to Sarah. Then she held one of the bottles up to my lips.

“If I know my big sister, I think you’re going to need this johnson,” she said, as she let me take a nice long drink. Then she put the tray down on the coffee table, took back up the tawse and stepped behind me.

“Come back here, Sarah.”

“Oh God, I’ve dreamed of this,” said Sarah as she joined her sister.

“Here, hold the handle tightly, keep your wrist loose and swing it hard,” Daicy coached her, handing over the towel.

Sarah’s first swing was to my ass, but it was so light I barely felt it.

“No, no, you’ve got to swing it hard Sarah,” said Daicy.

Sarah swung again, striking me in the same place but harder, although still nothing like Daisy’s blows.

“Harder!” said Daicy, “come on, you’re stronger than me. Swing it as hard as you can!”

Sarah swung hard and it hurt badly.

“That’s it! Now keep doing that, start on his upper back and work your way down. Use those stripes I gave him as targets.”

There was that word again. Sarah began whipping me hard across my back in a steady rhythm, moving slightly lower each time.