Chapter Five - The Interview Begins
Sam stepped off the raised portion which had rotated through the wall and spoke with the ring of authority in his voice, “You realize, Evelyn, that these interviews are the only way to become a part of SaM’s Place. Money or position means nothing. The only thing that matters is what you are. The interview will determine if you are a true Master or Mistress. Maybe you are just a vanilla nobody traipsing through a humdrum existence. Perhaps you are in reality just a submissive slave waiting for the right Master or Mistress to claim you. By the end of this evening, we will know for sure.”
He took Evelyn’s hand as she rose from the table, “Are you ready to find out what you truly are?”
They walked a short distance down the hallway and into a brightly lit room. In some ways it resembled a court room. Twelve people sat in what would be a jury position. Each wore black robes and a mask which completely covered their faces. The men’s mask were golden in color with curled, golden hair surrounding the face. The women’s mask were silver with a crown and flowing straight hair on the sides. There may or may not have been spectators in the public chairs. Evelyn could not tell because that area was clothed in darkness.
Sam took a seat in the judge’s chair and motioned for Evelyn to enter the witness box. The witnesses chair was a luxurious padded chair with a small table next to it on which sat a small glass of water, a few candies, and a small box of tissues.
“You may sit down,” he said, and then he continued, “The rules of our little gathering are relatively simple. There are twelve jurors. Ten of them will ask you to tell us an episode from your life which shows your power as a Master. At the end of the ten stories, if the jury is sufficiently impressed, you will become a permanent part of SaM’s Place. If not..., well, we will deal with that if it occurs. This is your last chance to back out. Are you willing to proceed?”
Evelyn looked around the room and answered as haughtily as she could, “Of course.”
Sam struck his gavel against the desk, “Then we are ready to begin. We start with juror number one.”
One of the robed jury women rose and began to speak. Her voice was obviously electronically disguised and sounded strange as she spoke. “We will begin with something recent but insignificant. Please tell us something relatively minor which you have done in the past month which demonstrates your standing as a Mistress.”
Evelyn thought for a moment and then smiled. “Just last week,” she began, “I asserted myself in the humiliation of one of my office employees. I manage a rather large office in a business I inherited from my father. One of the secretaries is a rather timid Chinese girl by the name of Chang, or at least that is what is sounds like to me. Chang is always so aloof in that oriental way. So, I decided to take her down a peg or two.”
Without anyone in the office knowing it, I had a keyboard supervisor program installed. Anything that anyone typed went into a log that I could read later. Since we allow personal emails during lunch and break times, this gave me some very interesting information about my employees, including their signon names and passwords for all their accounts. In Chang’s case I also knew that her fiancee and his family were coming to pick her up from work on Friday night. I had noticed that whenever he was planning to pick her up she would wear one of those fancy silk dresses that those kind of people like to wear, so I knew that she would be wearing something like that on Friday. It would be prefect for my plan.
I began by giving my personal secretary and receptionist a special day off and told her not to tell anyone about it. Then on Friday, when she was not there, I called Chang to my office and told her that my receptionist had called in sick and she would have to substitute. Chang was very qualified for the position, and could have handled it easily, but as soon as she sat down at the desk and tried to log onto the computer, it crashed. I rebooted it for her and she began working, but it again soon crashed. This repeated itself several times. I told her that my regular secretary had no problems with it. She said she had no idea what was happening.
I knew what was happening because I was triggering it. I had a program on my computer that could mimic a crash on any other computer on the network. Chang had no way of knowing that or that it was all part of my plan to humiliate her. I explained to her that the ultra-high speed units on the second floor were very sensitive to static electricity. I asked her if she was wearing any combination of nylon and silk. Of course I knew she was. Her dress was silk. Her slip and pantyhose were nylon.
She answered, “My dress is pure silk. I guess my underwear is nylon. I didn’t think that would make a difference.”
I replied as haughtily as I could, “The problem is that you didn’t think at all. The procedure manuals specify that silk and nylon are not to be worn together. I should just send you back downstairs, but I need those memos out today. You don’t have time to go home and change, so just run into the restroom and remove your nylon under things.”
I loved the way her face darkened. I knew she was very uptight about her body and the thought of being naked beneath a clinging silk dress was almost unbearable to her. “I couldn’t do that,” she stammered. I answered, “Do you want to keep your job or not? It’s either the lady’s room or the stairs. You can put your underwear back on after you have completed the work you need to do.” She just bit her lip and tears began to form in her eyes as she walked towards the lady’s room. When she came back, she placed a small folded bundle of cloth in the desk drawer. It was obvious that there was nothing under the dress but her. She actually had a relatively nice body. Her perky tits were poking against the silk. In her embarrassment her nipples had become stiff, or maybe it was the result of rubbing against the silk as she walked. Part one of my plan was in place.
I had several complex memos and letters for her to finish and suggested that since they needed to be out today I would buy her lunch and she could eat at her desk. I knew what she would order and from where. She was not quite a vegetarian, but always chose a health salad from the deli instead of fast food. For someone else I would have had to come up with a plan to disguise the taste of the drug, but not with Chang. I knew that she would not taste the drug in the salad which she ordered. The drug has a nut-like taste which probably would have been noticed in a hamburger or sandwich, but not in a salad filled with nuts. It is also very easy to sprinkle the drug on the top of the salad like salt. This was almost too easy. The drug was a mild sedative which has a relaxing effect on a person, much like getting drunk. It also makes a person feel warm – very, very warm.
After five or ten minutes, it was obvious that Chang was feeling the full effects of the drug. She kept pausing as she typed and fanning herself with some papers from the desk. I walked over to her and asked, “Aren’t you a little young to be getting hot flashes?”
She turned almost crimson as she looked at me. “I really don’t know what is going on,” she answered.
“It is probably your silk dress,” I replied. “You know that silk holds in body heat. Maybe if you lift it up to let your legs breath you will cool off” She looked very hesitant, but then I added, “There is a full panel on the front of your desk, no one will be able to see anything.”
She fanned herself again and reached down to slide the dress up her legs. “You will wrinkle it if you sit on it bunched up like that,” I added. “You had better slide it all the way past your bottom.”
Chang’s eyes showed her fear, but just like alcohol, the drug also affected her judgement. It was as if she had been slamming back jello shots of vodka all afternoon. She looked around the office area to check that no one could see her and slid the dress to just beneath her waist. Part two of the plan was now in place.
She was sitting with her dress pulled up to her waist and her legs spread so that they would cool off. As far as she could tell, all of this was carefully hidden by the large desk at which she sat, but she didn’t know the full properties of the video panel on the front of the desk.
My office is on the second floor with a staircase coming up just in front of the receptionists desk. As the stairway turns to the final section of stairs, there is a large mirror on the wall. The first thing which anyone coming up the steps sees both in the mirror or as they come up the final portion of the steps is an animated logo of the company on the front of my secretary’s desk. Exactly what is displayed on the video panel is controlled from my computer
What most people do not know is that the video screen is not a normal computer display. It is actually a piece of glass that can be adjusted from totally clear to totally black pixel by pixel just like a computer monitor. The animated logo is a mixture of black and dark grey and when you shut it off, it becomes black, so no one in the office has ever seen the glass totally transparent. It soon would be.
Chang could not see the logo panel from her desk because it was below her, but with the panel set to transparent, anyone coming up the steps could see directly under her desk. With her skirt hiked up and her legs spread, anyone coming up the stairs would get a real eye full of oriental pussy, but I wasn’t interested in just anybody. I wanted Chang completely humiliated, not just embarrassed in front of her co-workers.
I had Chang’s email passwords and addresses and had emailed her fiancé in Chang’s name shortly after work began and told him that I (she) would be getting off work early and that at 3:00 he and his family should just come up to the second floor and pick me (her) up.
They did. It was marvelous.
I was waiting and watching the monitor on my desk and saw Chang’s fiancé and his parents enter. I activated the special display program that turned the panel totally clear. As soon as they started up the stairs I could hear his parents speaking loudly in Chinese and he trying to speak to Chang. I think she was slurring some of her words, though it was hard to tell since she wasn’t speaking English. Finally I heard his parents shout one English word - “slut,” and they stomped down the steps. Chang’s fiancé came up to her desk and shouted at her in Chinese. He left immediately afterwards. Chang just sat at her desk and cried. Then I moved in for the coup de grace, “We can’t have this kind of scene in the office Chang,” I said firmly. And then added, “You can pick up your paycheck at the main reception desk on your way out.”
Chang stood at her desk and looked at me crying. Her dress was still bunched up around her waist so she was naked from the waist down, but she was too upset and too affected by the drug to realize it. “You did this to me,” she blubbered. “Why?”
I looked her in the eyes and calmly answered, “Because I can... and you can’t prove that I did anything, so don’t try or it will only be worse for you.”
Sobbing... humiliated... defeated..., Chang straightened her dress and walked slowly down the stairs. She left her slip, panties and bra in the desk drawer. I thought of humiliating her further by calling out to her to come back for her undies, but then I realized that as soon as she got outside into the sunlight, it was going to be as if she was walking down the street naked. Besides, they would make a wonderful trophy to remind me in years to come of this afternoon’s events. I took them home and put them in a special chest where I keep all my trophies.
Evelyn sighed slightly as she finished her story and then looked at the jury woman who was still standing facing her and said brightly, “Sometimes it is remembering the little things which can bring you pleasure for such a long time.”
The jury woman spoke in her distorted voice. “Thank you Evelyn. That story tells us a great deal about you.”
Chapter Six - In The Beginning
The jurywoman sat down and one of the jurymen stood. His voice was also electronically distorted, but you could tell that it was a man’s voice. “Tell us, Evelyn, of the earliest experience you can remember of showing domination over another person.”
Evelyn thought for a moment and then began, “That would probably be when I got Tommy Barington spanked. Tommy was the chauffeur’s son. I think I was only 7 or 8 at the time. We lived in a really nice house in a rather secluded area. There was a pool that was part of the back patio. One of the doors off the patio went into a changing room with showers. I had one of my girlfriends over for an overnight and we were going to swim in the afternoon. I made sure that Tommy could hear me when I told her in a rather loud stage whisper that if anyone was around she really should change in the shower stall with the curtain drawn because there was a window high on the wall that opened into the second floor balcony. Anyone who was in the right place on the balcony could see everything in the changing room. What I didn’t tell her is that I had intentionally broken that window and then told mom to have the repairman replace it with clear glass so that more light could get in. I told mom that it would make no difference because it was a such small window and no one could see anything unless they were practically lying on the ground on the second floor stone patio.
When Traci and I went into the changing room, she started to go into a shower stall, but I said to her, “There’s nobody around you don’t need to do that.” However, I knew that no nine-year old boy could resist the opportunity to see a girl naked and that Tommy would sneak up to the second floor balcony and try to see us through the window. He did. I could hear him as he walked across the stone floor of the patio. I waited until I was totally naked and then looked up at the window and screamed as loud as I could.
Traci and I wrapped towels around ourselves and ran outside in time to catch Tommy running down the outside steps that lead form the second floor patio to the pool area. He turned beet red when I called him a pervert and tried to stammer out some sort of excuse. “You stay right there,” I yelled at him. Traci and I are going to get our swimsuits on and we will be right back.
Traci said she really didn’t want to swim anymore, but I told her that what we were going to do would be much more fun that swimming. We came back a few moments later with our suits on. Tommy was standing next to the pool, shaking slightly. I said, “Tommy, if I tell my parents about this your father will get fired and you and your family will be out on the street. Do you want that?”
“No,” he stammered.
“Then I think we need to make things even. You saw Traci and I with no clothes on, I think that we should be able to see you. What do you think, Traci?”
Traci mumbled, “Uh, yeah. I guess that would be OK.”
“Well what do you choose, Tommy? Do you get naked or do you come with me as I call my parents and tell them what a pervert you are?”
Tommy looked around trying to decide what to do. “You’ve got ten seconds,” said sternly, and Tommy began to take off his clothes. When he was finally naked I said, “Come over her! Let Traci see what you have between your legs!”
He walked over to Traci and stood there trembling. “Bend over so we can see your asshole,” I ordered, and he did. I picked up a bottle of sun tan lotion from the pool side table and squirted it at his puckered hole. He squealed and suddenly stood upright. “One final thing,” I said with as much of an evil laugh as I could create at that age, “come and get your clothing.” With that I jumped into the pool taking Tommy’s clothing with me.
“Come on Traci, it’s time for a swim.” She jumped into the pool with me. I wondered if I had timed it right, but just as Tommy dove into the pool, his father came walking around the back from the garage where he had been cleaning the cars. He always went back to his apartment area at exactly the same time each morning and afternoon for a “break.” I think the break included a stiff drink, but he was never drunk on the job.
“Tommy!” his father yelled, and I responded loudly, “I told you that you should have gone and gotten your swimsuit before jumping in the pool with us!”
“Is that what happened?” Tommy’s father asked me, and I answered, “Of course.”
“Is that true?” he asked Traci. She looked over at me and quickly realized how much trouble she would be in if she didn’t back me up. “Yes,” she answered meekly.
“Tommy, come here!” said Mr. Barington as he sat down on one of the pool side chairs.
Tommy got out of the water and walked slowly over to his father. “You are going to be punished and I think that these girls deserve to see your punishment. You embarrassed them by your foolishness, they will see your embarrassment in your punishment.”
With that he pulled Tommy over his lap and began spanking. He had large, mechanic’s hands and the sound of each strike on Tommy’s wet ass cheeks resounded through the pool and patio area. Soon Tommy was screaming and screeching that he didn’t do anything, but that only caused his father to spank all the harder. Finally the spanking ended and Mr. Barington said, “Now apologize to these two girls for your actions.”
Tommy came and stood in front of me. “I’m sorry Evelyn. I’m sorry Traci.”
His dad spoke again. “Now go upstairs to our quarters and stand in the corner of the living room. When I get up there later I will decide if you need additional punishment.”
I watched Tommy walk slowly up the stairs, his butt a very bright red. He turned and looked at me. His eyes were asking why I had done this to him. I just replied with the sweet smile of one who knows that they are in charge – a natural Mistress even though I didn’t yet know what that was.
As soon as my dad came home from work, I went crying to him and told him all about Tommy spying on us and about him jumping into the pool with us naked. Naturally, I left out what I had done. Traci had to back me up or admit what had really happened.
Dad fired Mr. Barrington that evening. I never saw Tommy or his family again.
Chapter Seven - Wardrobe Malfunction
The juryman sat without making any comment. Another jurywoman stood. “For your third story, Evelyn, tell us of an experience in your teenage years where you inflicted pain and humiliation on someone who had attempted to humiliate you.
Evelyn gave a short laugh and began, “That would be Joyce Murphy.”
Joyce Murphy was supposedly a friend of mine, but she was always jealous of my beauty and my wardrobe. A lot of the other girls were. Our school had a very important fall dance that was the showplace for beauty and fashion. It wasn’t a date kind of dance, but more like an old-fashioned “coming out cotilion” where all the girls made a grand entrance. If you were going with anyone, you had to meet them there.
Joyce came up with a plan to humiliate me in front of my friends and the whole school. She found out from the dress shop which dress I had purchased and secretly ordered an identical dress which she gave to one of the white trash girls in our school. She told her she was “giving back” and always gave a dress to one girl each year. Unfortunately for her plans, one of our cleaning ladies was this girl’s aunt and not only mentioned it to me, but showed me a picture of her niece in her fall dress.
It would have been totally humiliating if I had shown up at the dance in the same dress that a white trash slut was wearing, so the first thing I did was buy a new dress. Actually, the first thing that I did was to have a long conversation with the owner of the dress shop. I told her that I would use all the my daddy’s power to ruin her if she didn’t take my dress back and replace it with one that no one else had ever seen. I also told her that she had to help me turn the tables on Joyce. She didn’t want to, but after a little more persuasion and a little bit of cash, she agreed.
What she did was to alter the seams on Joyce’s dress so that it was effectively like a stripper’s tear away. All it would take would be to start a tear at the left shoulder and the whole dress would come apart. That was part one of my plan.
Part two was to have a special robe made that looked just like the robes used by the basketball team. The important difference was that the cloth was impregnated with a special slow acting drug and dusted with powdered nettles. The drug would kick in when there was an adrenalin dump, like from fear or pain. The nettle dust was everywhere on the inside of the robe except near the edges where someone else might handle it.
Part three was to enlist my “Friends of Evelyn.” There are always some girls who want to hang around you if you are rich or if you are beautiful or if you are popular. Since I was all three, I had quite a few groupies to choose from for my plan.
I arrived early at the dance. Usually I come “fashionably late,” but I had to be there before Joyce arrived and set everything up. When Joyce finally arrived, I loved the look of shock in her eyes when she saw that I was not wearing the dress she expected me to wear. She stayed away from me, which is what I expected. In fact, I used that to slowly maneuver her into a dark area at the edge of the stage. I would move toward her and she would move back. I felt like a sheep dog herding sheep... to slaughter. While she was carefully watching me, one of my groupie girls walked along side her and slipped on the floor and started to fall. Of course, she clutched at Joyce and somehow pulled very hard on the left sleeve of Joyce’s dress.
That was the tear point. As soon as the sleeve ripped, everything began to fall apart. Within moment’s Joyce was standing there in just her high heels and thong panties. Another of my groupie girls ran to the locker room and “grabbed a robe” so Joyce could cover herself.
I ran over to Joyce to express my horror at what had occurred and ask if there was anything I could do. Then I said, “Let’s get into the hallway before someone sees you. We can call your parents.” She probably didn’t want to be anywhere near me, but the shock of suddenly standing naked in front of the whole school had overwhelmed her.
We had just about reached the door when the effects of the nettle dust kicked in. Joyce began to squirm in pain and pull at the robe. As we reached the darkened hallway, Joyce opened the robe, dropped it to the ground, and began to dance and whimper from the effects of the nettles.
“You think that hurts, bitch,” I said to her. You haven’t felt anything yet. “Girls!”
With that the hallway lights came on and my whole crew of groupie girls came swarming out of the doorways. They had cloth whips in their gloved hands - gloved because the cloth was the same drug impregnated cloth with nettle dusted that the robe was made out of. The girls began to swing their whips. The cloth was almost silent, but each strike brought howls of pain. The pain caused the drugs to kick in and Joyce began to sway on her feet. The girls continued until she was down on the floor curled up in a ball.
A voice from one of the doorways said, “Got it.” It was all on video. After making sure that the recorder was off, I walked up to Joyce and put a bottle to her lips. “Here, drink this, it will make you feel better,” I said as I poured the mixture of whiskey and grain alcohol into her mouth. Within minutes she was totally passed out. She wouldn’t remember anything when she came to. We shut off the lights and I waited for an hour before I called her parents to tell them that Joyce had evidently been drinking and gotten into some bad drugs.
They picked her up and hustled her out to their car, thanking me profusely. They said they didn’t want any police involvement and would have their private doctor look at her. The doctor would assume exactly what I had told her parents. In the morning she would hurt like hell and not know why. She would only remember what happened before she put on the robe. She would also remember that I wasn’t wearing the dress she thought she would humiliate me with.
I thought I would help her understand so I had the video edited so that no one’s face showed except Joyce’s and sent it to her with a nice unsigned card which read, “I know, you know, and if you say anything to anyone, everyone will know.” I still have that video. Maybe someday I will post it on YouTube.
Chapter Eight - Humiliation and Revenge
The jurywoman sat and another jurywoman stood. “Everyone has their weak moments or their moments of defeat. Tell us of a time when someone caused you pain and humiliation and what you did to get even.”
Evelyn thought for a long time. It was almost as though she wanted the jury to think that she had to think long and hard to come up with a time when she had been defeated, which is exactly what she was doing. Then she began, “That would also be in my teenaged years. A little episode with Linda Martin. My parents liked to send me to a camp for a few weeks each summer. They thought it would do me good to get to know nature and all of that.
I was in a cabin of six girls. They were all from really old money east coast money and treated me like dirt at first, but then they started to accept me, or at least I thought they did until we went swimming at the other end of the lake. We weren’t supposed be down there and that made it all the more thrilling. It was a warm day and that end of the lake was pretty deserted. We walked down on a rather overgrown trail. There was an abandoned cabin with an old beach area. Linda said, “This side of the lake used to be privately owned. The camp bought it only recently after the couple that owned it died. I think it took forever to settle the estate and finally get clear title and all of that. They plan to do something with it eventually, but for now it is a great place to swim.”
I pointed out to her that we didn’t have our swimsuits with us and all of the girls started laughing. “Do you mean you’ve never been skinny dipping?” one of them asked. Linda added, “She probably has never been naked outside of her bathroom.” Then they all laughed again.
I looked around and there was no one anywhere near, so I began sliding off my shorts and top. Soon we were splashing in the warm water. I was really having fun until one of the girls screamed. It was more of a yelp than a scream, but she was pointing at the shore where several boys were standing there holding our clothes.
Linda yelled at them, “What do you creeps want?”
One of them yelled back, “You aren’t supposed to be down at this end of the lake, and you seem to have forgotten your swimsuits. What will your parents say when the camp calls them and tells them that they are shipping you home?”
All of the other girls started blubbering and begging the boys not to tell on them. Then the leader of the boys said, “We are honor bound to turn you in. You have to be punished for what you have done.”
Linda replied, “Maybe we can work something out.”
He answered, “What do you have in mind?”
“Maybe you could punish us and then you wouldn’t have to tell anyone.”
The boys made a big show of talking among themselves and then the leader said, “OK. For your punishment we decree an old-fashioned spanking. Ten swats to each of you, and then you can get dressed and go back to camp.”
Linda looked scared and asked, “How do we know you won’t turn us in anyway?”
“You have to just trust us. Besides, after we spank you, you have as much on us as we do on you.”
Linda turned and said to us, “I don’t think we have much choice. I guess you’re first Evelyn.”
I turned at looked at the other girls, but they just shrugged and sort of lined up behind me. We walked into the shallows where the boys had pulled a bench into the water. The leader was sitting on the end of the bench and patted his knees. I hesitated, but Linda gave me a little push and I went over and lay over his knees. He held me down with a hand over my back and began rubbing my ass cheeks. Then he started smacking. It was supposed to be ten smacks, but I think he went on for at least twenty. I was kicking and screaming by the time he let me up. I danced in the water rubbing my burning butt and then turned toward my cabin mates. They were all standing next to the boys pointing at me and laughing.
One of the boys was holding a digital camera. Linda asked him, “Did you get it?” and he said, “I have everything on video.”
Anyone else would have broken down crying or stomped out in anger, but I calmly walked over to Linda and said, “Very funny. I hope you think it as funny when it is your red and burning ass that is on the video.”
Then I walked out of the water, picked up my clothes, dressed, and walked back to the main camp. I think the boys were worried that I was going to all the police, but that isn’t who I called. Instead I called my father, explained the whole thing to him and said, “Dad, I am going to need a lot of money to set this right.” He paused a moment or so and replied, “Whatever you need up to 6 million, honey.” I assured him it wouldn’t take that much.
I set the phone down just before the boys came running into the lodge. One of the head counselors saw them running in and asked, “Is there something wrong?”
I smiled sweetly and said, “No, Donald here was just rushing to show me something he had recorded for me. The rest of you boys can go back to your cabin now.” I looked over at the head counselor and then back at the boys when they said, “Yeah, OK. See you later Don.”
I then gestured for Donald to sit down on a bench and I sat beside him. “Donald, the legal ramifications of what you just did are the least of your problems. I just spoke with my father. He has allocated up to six million dollars for me to set this right. I know your parents are rich and powerful, but my dad is rich, powerful and vindictive - and so am I. You can cooperate and I will reward you, or you can try to fight me and I will crush you. Right now, I want to buy your camera from you for $25,000. I will also give you and all of your cabin mates $5000 to forget everything that they have seen today and leave camp at the end of the week. The cash will be here first thing in the morning. Pass along my message. Cooperate and I will reward you. Fight me and I will destroy you. Donald handed his camera to me and said softly, “We will all be gone by Friday night.”
Later that night, I arranged for Linda to be called up to the office to clear up some problems with her medical forms. After she had left the cabin I turned to the girls and said, “Sit down ladies, we need to talk.”
They looked at me with expressions that ranged from disdain to fear and then I repeated what I had told the boys about the six million. I then added, “I don’t hold any of you responsible. I blame only Linda and it is Linda alone who will feel my revenge. I am offering you the same deal I offered the boy’s cabin. $5,000 to each of you if you leave at the end of the week. You can come up with any excuse you want. Some of you were planning to leave this week anyway. But believe me when I say that if you cooperate I will reward you, and if you fight me and I will destroy you. If you say anything to anyone I will find out about it and I will send someone after you. If you don’t believe me, Google my dad’s name on the internet and see what has been said about him and his business tactics.”
The girls looked sufficiently cowed and each of them mouthed softly, “We’ll be gone Friday night.”
Everyone who knew what had happened would be gone Friday night. I had put the fear of God, or at least the fear of my dad into all of them. Linda had already planned to leave camp on Friday, but that was going to change after I had a little talk with the chief counselor and the camp owner. It took only a $500,000 gift to the camp and $50,000 in cash to the chief counselor to arrange what I needed. A special “off-site” camp weekend was scheduled. Four counselors, chosen by me, would accompany a special group to a “primitive area” owned by the camp that was about 15 miles from the lake in the middle of the woods. It was really a remote area.
None of these counselors still worked for the camp. Complaints by one of the campers had gotten each of them fired earlier in the year. The complaints were unfounded, but the father of the girls threatened to withdraw his $30,000 a year support if they were not fired. They each had real reason to hate Linda and want their personal revenge. I had called them earlier in the day and explained my plan. They were more than willing to come back for one “special weekend.”
The chief counselor called Linda’s parents and said that Linda had asked them to call and request their permission for Linda to accompany a special weekend camp out. Linda’s parents were thrilled that their daughter finally was showing some concern for others.
If they only knew.
Friday night came and Linda’s limousine and driver arrived right on schedule. She was a little surprised that it was a new driver, but all the driver said was, “You said you didn’t want to see Jim ever again. Your father fired him.” Linda just smiled and got into the back of the car. The driver triggered the gas canister as he closed the door and she was unconscious before the car left the entry lane. The driver then headed for the primitive area as he had been paid to do.
We were there waiting for him. There was a large bonfire area with two sand volleyball courts at the edge of it. The poles supporting the volleyball nets were made of steel with eyebolts welded to them to attach a net. There was a gap of about four feet between the poles for two courts. It was a perfect place to string Linda up. Which is exactly what we did. The place where the net was supposed to attach allowed us to tie her hands as high and as tight as we could get them. One of the counselors had brought along two dog spikes, which are actually long screw type pieces of steel that are screwed into the ground to attach a dog’s chain. Once these were in place in the ground, Linda’s legs were spread and her feet were attached to the spikes. We left her hanging there and started a large bonfire with the wood that was around the area.
We sat around the fire talking and drinking and watched as she very slowly came to. At first she tugged weakly at the ropes that held her upright. Then, as she became more awake she struggle furiously and screamed for help.
I stood in front of her and watched the flicker of the fire reflect off her bare skin. Her eyes widened as she realized that she was naked and even more so as recognized me. “I said your ass would be on video. Now I have the camera. Actually, there are five low-light cameras set up to get all the angles. And we have all weekend to get it red and burning.”
I stepped back as the four former counselors stepped in closer to us, “I am going to enjoy this, and so are these friend of yours.”
“I’ve dreamt about this for a long time,” said one of them.
I walked back up to Linda and looked her directly in the eyes, “Let’s start with a spanking, shall we, and then we will see where it goes from there.” With that I walked behind her and swung with all my might for twenty smacks. My hand actually hurt by the time I reached the tenth swat, but I kept on going as she screamed and yelled that I couldn’t do this to her.
“I think that makes us almost even,” I said as I stepped aside to reveal the four counselors standing there with small leather whips in their hands. “They have something a little different planned for you,” Each whip was several short, thin pieces of leather mounted on a stick a little longer than the size of a horse crop. “These are called Indian Insect Whips. I don’t know if that is because they can be used to brush insects off cattle, or because they feel like you are being stung when they strike you.”
The four stood around her and began to strike out with the whips. The whips made a slight popping noise as they hit her flesh, but that was soon unable to be heard over Linda’s screams and cries for mercy. The whipping continued for several minutes until Linda was reduced to a whimpering mess hanging from her bound hands.
“I think we should put something on that for the pain,” I said as I stepped forward with a large bottle. I began to apply liberal amounts of the sticky liquid all over Linda’s body. It probably felt somewhat soothing and Linda pulled herself upright and stood in her bonds.
“What is that?” she asked.
“Honey,” I replied, “Pure, natural, honey.”
Linda went wild and began struggling against me. “No, you can’t do that,” she screamed, “It will attract every insect for miles. Please, please, don’t do this.”
I didn’t answer her, but continued to empty the bottle of honey all over her body. I then got out a second bottle and emptied it also. Then I walked back over to the bonfire where the counselors were cooking some hotdogs and digging beer out of a couple of coolers. After awhile the fire began to die down and we retired to our tents for a good nights sleep. The forest was quite except for the sounds of the crickets and the katydids and, of course, the whimpering of Linda as flies and mosquitoes and numerous other bugs crawled over her body. Every so often there would be a yelp or a scream as one of them bit her or stung her or walked across a very sensitive area.
The next morning, I was up bright and early to greet the sun and to check on how Linda had weathered the night. Her perspiration, or perhaps her body heat, had caused most of the honey to drip off of her onto the ground where a huge number of ants gathered around it. There was also a large number of ants crawling on her body.
I walked up to her carrying a large jar of honey. She looked up at me and softly whispered, “Please, no please. Just let me go and I will never tell anyone.”
“I know you won’t,” I replied, “but I was wondering since you get so much pleasure out of other people’s pain and humiliation if you might not get pleasure out of your own pain.” With that I dumped the jar of honey over her head and began to smear it over her body. I then lifted up another large jar of honey and dipped my hand into it bringing out a large handful. I began to smear that between Linda’s legs, pushing the thick fluid deep into her pussy. I then started rubbing the honey across her clit.
Her eyes went wide and she began to struggle against her bonds. “No, no, no,” she pleaded at this ultimate humiliation. She tried to act brave and withdrawn, but soon her body began to betray her and she started to rub back against my hand.
“So, you do like honey for breakfast?” I kept rubbing until Linda finally threw her head back and cried out in a forced orgasm.
I wiped off my hands on a towel and then lifted Linda’s head so she had to look me in the eyes. “This is the way it is. I am leaving now. The four counselors that you got fired are going to keep you here until tomorrow morning. I have videos of everything that has occurred to this point and I will get the masters of everything that happens this afternoon and tonight. They said they won’t actually rape you, but I wouldn’t be surprised if you end up feeling the Indian Insect Whips a couple more times and maybe each of them will help you enjoy your pain.”
She tried to spit at me, but only ended up getting honey in her mouth. I continued, “Sunday morning, they will take you down the hill and let you wash yourself off in the creek. It is cold water, so you might have to rub a lot to get the honey out of your hair. You will then be taken back to camp where your regular driver will pick you up. Your family thinks that you have been accompanying a special camp trip this weekend. They are very pleased. Your parents will be told that you stumbled into a nest of wasp flies. If you let them believe that, I won’t release these videos. If you say anything different, your ass will be posted all over the internet. I think it would be a viral video in no time at all.”
Linda hung her head and started crying. I spit on the ground between her legs and then turned and walked to my car and drove away. I did wait one year before posting the video, and it did become viral until most of the sites took it down because it has been posted anonymously and there was no proof that the girl in the images was over 18.
END OF CHAPTER EIGHT