The long Journey: Chapter 10

I turned to my host and thanked him for his consideration and courtesy and in return he smiled and told me I would always be welcome there. At that I was yanked off by my new owner who had threaded a bit of cord through the tag of my chain. Next I was given a blanket and pulled into a parked car into which three others got in. I sat in the back where one of the others held my cord. As we drove off I was told that they had never done this before, that three of them had clubbed together to buy me and that after they had finished with me they’d rent me out like a common prostitute to recoup some of their money. They then argued over what to do first. One of them wanted to take me into a local cottage to show me off. Another wanted to tie me up and see how much pain I could take. In the end they settled on a bit of both. They had fashioned a sort of hood from dark material with just a hole for where my mouth was and they put this over my head before dragging me out of the car in my bare feet. After a few steps I realised from the smell and the sound of a filling cistern that we were in a cottage. My teeth were chattering. My wrists were bound with rope and I was pushed to my knees. Fortunately for me they soon got bored and I was taken back to the car just a little wet and rather relieved that no police had arrived. Wrists unbound but still hooded. We went to the home of one of them – a small detached house on the edge of a wood, a long way from other habitation as I found out later. Here, it seemed, makeshift items of constraint and punishment had been amassed over time and some of it was to be used on me. First I was secured to a wooden frame in the standing position, wrists and ankles secured to the sides while they debated what to do with me. A rubber tongue gag was inserted through the hood and secured tightly. Then they started. One worked on my balls and tits, another worked on my nose and ears through the mask while the third used a belt, none too expertly on my exposed buttocks. I put into practice the techniques I had learned to minimise pain and at the same time let out muffled shrieks and groans as though in agony. They were drinking cans all the time and soon got too befuddled to do much. At that point I was released and taken to a small room with an en-suite shower and toilet and told to smarten myself up as the first visitor was due to arrive. They wrote slut on my forehead and left. Sure enough the doorbell rang and my first visitor arrived. Vanilla with appreciative customers made a pleasant change. How they’d advertised my presence I don’t know but there was a steady stream of callers until well into the night. Finally my collar was chained to a metal hook on the wall and I was left until the early hours. I was visited by one of the three men and he slept with me until breakfast time. Breakfast I had to prepare and serve to them in bed where they lounged until well after midday. Meanwhile I took the time to clear up the house a bit. Sober they were much more polite, a little sheepish at my earlier treatment and didn’t really know what to do with me for the remaining time before I had to be returned. Not wanting any more outdoor pursuits I occupied the time gently seducing them, equally, and ended up the best of friends.

Back at the camp I was pleased to learn that the third sub had also been hired out. We spent the following day in class discussing our experiences and what we had learned. And recuperating; two of us had red wheal marks which would take time to fade. We had one final challenge before the end of the course.