Message-ID: <27675asstr$975816608@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <000001c05c59$50664be0$c60828d5@preinsta> From: "patreganregan" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4133.2400 Subject: {ASSM} The Initiation Date: Sat, 2 Dec 2000 23:10:08 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, newsman The attached is a story entitled "The Initiation" in revised format for publication as an alt.sex. story. I hope this format is OK. The e-mail from M.T.Head, 19/11/00 refers. The work is Copyright (C) 2000, by Pat Regan. I am new to writing and this is my first submission to anyone. I would be grateful therefore if you would add whatever warnings, caveats etc you think appropriate.The story is fictional but draws in part on my personal experiences. Comments would be welcome. Thank you, Pat Regan. <1st attachment, "Init. 1a.txt" begin> THE INITIATION (F/M bdsm) She looped the last noose round his belly and secured the rope to an eyebolt. "I'm sorry to do this to you but it's got to be done" Hattie was duty mistress for the evening at the Night Owl Club and just a little bit nervous. Paul was being punished in the basement for some misdemeanor upstairs in the main clubroom. Although standing in the middle of the dungeon, his legs were stretched apart by the largest leg spreader Hattie could find in the "Instrument" cupboard. His torso was now held pretty firmly by no less than four ropes to eyebolts in the basement walls -north, south, east and west, so to speak, each rope having a noose round his belly. "So all I have to do is tighten each one in turn so that each noose bites into your skin - which might be a bit painful in itself. But it also has the added advantage that you can hardly move." Hattie, -all five foot two of her petite frame, -was going to make sure Paul paid the penalty in full not least because she was missing all the fun going on upstairs. But on the other hand she was very new to this punishment business and part of her was quite startled at herself for getting into such a situation. "There's one ... and now another. Go on fight it as much as you want." She began to savour the job; after all, having a totally naked hunk under your control was, - well let's face it, exciting. Each heave produced sounds that passed for groans and she even toyed with the idea of removing the gag so that she could appreciate the full volume. "Last one -let me give it just one more heave -there, you'll have four very red circles around your belly -all with the deep imprint of rope. It'll be a nice artistic reminder for you of this little session for the next few days." Hattie stood back and surveyed her handiwork - and suddenly, what she thought of as her better self, had mixed feelings about the whole affair. In point of fact she hadn't "disciplined" anyone before, although she had watched her friend Patsy whip someone. At the time Hattie had been impressed by Patsy's almost professional performance as Club "Mistress" and had wondered how she would feel in that role; how far would she dare to go? Indeed, how far would she want to go? But now she was not only amazed at herself for beginning to enjoy this feeling of total control she wielded over Paul but also more than slightly shocked -and guilty- as it gradually dawned on her that she had uncovered a hitherto unknown sadistic streak in her make up. This was definitely uncharted territory so far as little Hattie was concerned. Each club night the duty mistress (or master) was selected in rotation from a list of volunteers. In point of factit was only seldom that the club President ordered anyone to be disciplined. Encouraged - even bullied- by Patsy, Hattie had very reluctantly agreed to have her name put on the rota and now here she was, a normally quiet gentle girl of nineteen, developing into a budding dominatrix. "Now what can I do with your arms?" Hattie was thinking out loud, wishing her friend would suddenly materialize - more for moral, or perhaps immoral, support than anything else. "Whipping seems to be out because all these ropes will get in the way -so it really doesn't matter where I tie your hands. I think I'll just handcuff them behind your back." "So that just leaves your front. Perhaps I'll go to work on your nipples. We've got a variety of clothespins and clips, some more painful than others, or so my friend told me." She found chatting to her victim like this made her feel more relaxed, especially as he couldn't join in. What it did for Paul was quite a different matter. Part of Hattie rather suspected that if he could plead for mercy she might, -just might, release him. But no, she was duty mistress and the job had to be done. "Let's experiment with these clips." "To start the torture they're clamped onto the root of the nipple -even perhaps onto the breast - but no worry, it isn't very painful there. However the shape of the jaw is such that the clip tends to slide - very slowly, mind you - but slide it does - to the tip of the nipple where it is excruciatingly painful." Patsy had demonstrated this particular clip on one of her own nipples but had wisely removed it before it slid to the tip. Hattie was getting into the spirit of things. "So to make the torture last as long as possible I'm just going to wipe your nipples with surgical spirit to remove any greasiness - which would of course allow the clip to slide too quickly. There that's done." Another Patsy tip. "Now for the first clip -- wasn't too bad was it? And the second." "OK, fight it if you like, -- you'll be really yelling in a minute." Paul was thrashing about like a tormented demon but it only caused much painful chaffing as the ropes sawed round his belly. "The only downside to these clips is that eventually they fall off -well I suppose that's a plus from your point of view." Hattie was beginning to get a real feel for this bondage business when Paul started a prolonged but muffled scream increasing in intensity as the clips did exactly what they were designed to do. He squirmed and shook - but his face said it all, the powerful clips were biting hard where it hurt the most. His eyes were pleading with her to release him - but no, all Hate's initial reservations had gone and she settled down to enjoy the sight of him writhing in agony - until the clips fell off. Hattie was fascinated by the spectacle- in part because she was clearly and unmistakably the dominant partner whereas in her more usual male-female relationships she was, shall we say, "equal" with just a hint of submissiveness. The fact that she wielded complete control over this gorgeous male was - well, intoxicating. Not in the sense that she wanted to lay Paul there and then but intoxicating nevertheless. Then a thought flashed through her mind. What if Paul had been Pauline.? It was not unknown for females to be disciplined. How would she feel? Hattie was as hetero as they come so the sexual frisson would not be there. Could she do it to someone of her own sex. the so- called weaker sex? With barely a moments pause to she answered her own question - yes she definitely could. And the more she thought about it the more attractive the idea became - the female body offered some different possibilities for inflicting pain and she began .. but at that moment the last clip clattered to the floor. Yes, I think this just might be my scene, she mused. Copyright 2000 Pat Regan <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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