1. Blackmailed


    Date: 9/3/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 66, Source: xHamster

    what she said. “OK, OK, I’m sorry,” I said. “I’ll do exactly what you say, I’m so sorry, please, please don’t call the cops, please.” “If I hang up I’m going to punish you until you hurt like you’ve never hurt before, do you hear me?” “Yes Mistress,” I begged, “Yes, Mistress, please punish me but please, please hang up.” She slowly returned the phone to its cradle. “OK, right now I want you to do as I asked. The punishment will come later. Now, get those clothes down to the basement like I said, then get the cage and set it up in the basement as well. I’ll be real nice and allow you to put it in any corner of the basement you want.” I brought the clothes down stairs as ordered and hung them up on a steal cross beam. I laid my socks on the work bench for lack of any other surface other than the floor. I went back up stairs and got the cage. I set it up in the corner nearest to the furnace. I had no real heat down there other than what escaped from the furnace itself. Even the floor was very cold on my feet. I was wondering what to do next, should I go back up stairs or stay there, she didn’t say. I didn’t have long before I had my answer as I heard Bridget’s footsteps coming down the stairs. “Are you ready to take your punishment,” she said? I could see that evil little smile again. I was really getting to hate that smile. “Yes Mistress,” I said it but I didn’t mean it. She started looking around at the ceiling. Then she walked over to the work bench and looked around over ...
    there. I didn’t know it but she was assembling the things she needed. “You see that floor joist,” she said pointing to the joist above my head. “I want you to screw this big hook in there as far as it will go.” I took the large hook and followed her instructions. It was in there very solid. I knew she was probably going to hang me up there and I also knew it would have no trouble holding me. “Now, feed this rope through the hook.” Again I did as ordered. “Now put these back on.” She gave me the handcuffs from before. I closed them around each wrist. She tied the rope around the chain between the cuffs and started to pull on the rope. She pulled until my hands were completely stretched above my head and my toes were barely touching the cold, basement floor. She tied the rope to the work bench and I was hanging, completely helpless and vulnerable. Bridget turned and went back up stairs leaving me hang there. I thought this was going to be my punishment, hanging in the cold basement for who knows how long…..I was wrong. A few minutes later Bridget came back down. She was carrying one of my belts. I wasn’t sure what it was for, certainly she wasn’t planning on whipping me with that. Bridget walked around behind me. That’s when I felt the blow from the leather belt. “Auhhhhhheeee,” I screamed out. My flesh was on fire. I had been in a couple of fist fights in my life but, never had I been whipped with an object on my naked skin. Whap! Another blow ripped across my ass, and another, ...
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