PART THREE p – The Deal

  "Now. Was I asking for anything that all the other sluts don't do for their pyers? Nope. What makes you think that you, are going to be contrary? Answer. You aren't going to be. And I'll tell you why, right now. Here's why…"

  A repeat of the 24ish again. Epic, truly epic, noise and commotion.

  "The screaming and crying I understand. That pulling, like you think you're getting somewhere right now? Uh uh. Let me address that…"

  A beautiful hard one.

  "Are you getting my point? Maybe now, you're listening. Here's what will go on tomorrow morning. We'll still have the pce to ourselves. When we wake up? I am going to want, what I did twice today. The second time? Went much better. Now, this will be the third time. Here's what you'll do. You'll remember that position I showed you on the wet kitchen floor. You'll do it for me, when I tell you. You? Will beg me for it. You'll dress me in my new toy. You'll get it ready, meaning, you'll lube it up for me. Then? You'll get into the position I already showed you. Now listen up, slut…"

  Another beautiful hard one, on the other cheek to match the st one.

  "Then? You'll ask me for it, and ask me to do it like I mean it. Because, I did that for you, on my third time. This? Is now your third time. The third time is the charm. Then? I'll go about doing it. Like I mean it. Some tears, some crying? I understand that. But, you will not scream. You will not tell me no. Now, I allow you to ask me, politely mind you… to please go slow. I will also allow you, because I'm so nice to you? To ask me politely, to not hurt you too bad. I may? Or then again, I may not. My choice? Not yours. You'll just have to find out when I do it, how it goes."

  Several hard fast ones.

  "You got all that?"

  Amid all the crying and squealing and screeching, he nodded his head several times, yes yes yes.

  "All right. Wanna guess what will happen, if I get any problems tomorrow morning?"

  Just crying.

  "Just checking, I didn't think so. Just thought I'd check. No sass this time. Wow, we might be getting somewhere. Of course, I thought that before. We'll see. Oh, one more thing…"

  Several hard ones that brought the screeching back.

  "You wanted to submit to me? What you've been doing, isn't the way to go about it. The way to get me to accept you wanting to submit to me? Is listening, being good, and doing exactly what I say. Particurly, in bed. Do I make myself clear?"

  A long series of yes, yes, yes.

  "Good. I don't know… would you like me to repeat all of this whole conversation, over from scratch? I know how you like to make me repeat myself. Would you like that? Yes or no."

  No, no, no.

  "So, we're done then?"

  Yes, yes, yes.

  "Great. I'm gd we could have this little talk. Are we going to have to have this talk again anytime soon?"

  No, no, no.

  "Really. Because that was what you said after the st talk. Yet here we are again. The next time we have to have this little talk again? This one? Will be a happy memory. Do I make myself clear this time?"

  Yes, yes, yes.

  "I think I'm going to just quit hurting my hand, gets me nowhere. The belt? Nice introduction. But this paddle? I seem to be getting my point across loud and clear, with a whole lot less work. How about that. You, can expect to have this particur conversation again, if I don't see immediate improvement all around, but particurly concerning matters in the bedroom. If you want to, we'll just schedule an every night talk like this. Do you think you need that?"

  No, no, no.

  "We'll just see. Tomorrow morning, will let me know what you decided. Now. I think we're done here. Unless… you want some more? I'd be happy to oblige you. Just ask. Want more of the same?"

  No, no, no.

  "Are you sure?"

  No, no, no.

  "All right. Now try to understand me here. This? Was just a pleasant introduction, to this new way of having our little talks. The next time you make me have this type of talk we're having now? I want you to imagine, getting something to cry for with this paddle. Me giving you something to really move around for. Sound like a good idea to you?"

  No, no, no.

  "Really. Because it sounds like a wonderful idea to me. I think the next time you want this little talk? I'm just going to go ahead, and not say a word, and simply start really giving it to you. I mean hard, I mean fast. No stopping. Maybe something like an hour straight. Would you like that?"

  No, no, no.

  "Well it sounds like a wonderful idea to me. Based on what I've seen? We'll be back down here again, in no time. It never sticks with you. The hour long talk doesn't work? The time after that, we'll just have to schedule a two hour long talk. We'll just see if that works. Now you tell me, is that what we have to do? If we do, I can just get right to it, right the fuck now. Go on. Test me. Dare me. Because I think, an hour straight, right this minute? Real hard, real fast, no breaks… we might as well get that out of the way right now… in fact, the more I think about it…"

  I rubbed the paddle on his ass cheeks… and without so much as a single crack, I got a truly epic performance.

  "You sure? Because I'm not sure. Fuck it, let's just go right to the two hours. Come on, right now. I got time. Test me, go on. Dare me. Yeah, the more I think about it, we might as well just get right down to it. Two. Nice. Solid. Hours. Yeah, I'm thinking, that's the way to go here…"

  I tapped the ass cheeks each several times. More epic performance art out of him.

  "I didn't quite catch that. Am I hearing begging? Let me hear you beg. Nice and loud. Let me hear it… because if I don't think you understand exactly how serious I am, I don't know…"

  I heard more, I felt more moving. I tapped around, taunting him.

  "More. Lots more. Don't you dare stop, or I'll start really giving it to you, and I mean good. Make me believe you, are these promises I hear?"

  Yes, yes, yes.

  "All right. Now, against my better judgment, mind you. I think I'll accept that promise. Now, tomorrow morning? If things don't go perfect? We come straight down here, no questions asked. One, maybe two hours. It will be bad. Real bad. You break these promises I just accepted? I will break your ass for it. Are we clear?"

  Yes, yes, yes.

  "All right then. You need to understand I'm serious about this. I'm tired of talking myself blue in the face, I'm sick and tired of hurting my hand. This? Is how we'll have our nice little talks from now on. Now… stand back up."

  I let his colr go, and he wiggled back up. Sniffling and sobbing. I put my belt back on myself this time, then I sat back down and went through the same routine as before, crossed arms, waiting.

  When he was finally done with the whiny stuff, I bent down and got my next item out of the little bag. I held up my coiled bullwhip.

  "Now then…"

  I uncoiled my little beauty and snaked it around a little. I smiled.

  "Oh. You probably thought, that we were done with this little talk. Maybe? You were wrong. Maybe, just maybe… you were very, very wrong."

  I snapped it out in the other direction. Down here, with all open space and the high ceiling, I could really use it and get the full effect. It went off like a gunshot that echoed in the big cement box. I smiled and walked around my personal property, and I coiled it up. I ran it lightly over his chest, than walked slowly around as if inspecting him, and ran it equally as lightly, sensually even, up and down his back. I tapped the bottom of the coil on his butt, and ughed when he flinched.

  "Why are you so jumpy all of a sudden, hmm?"

  I walked back around the front of him and uncoiled it and wiggled it around, snaking it on the floor around him.

  I smiled, then did several of the loud cracks in the same direction as before, in rapid succession. Then I coiled it up again, and put it under his chin, lifting it up.

  "Yep. Down here? Not at all like up there was. I have the ceiling I need, I have the wider room to work it. I handcuffed you to that pipe? You got to taste a few of the light ying it on strokes. That was nothing. But as you saw, if I start doing more than one? Every one gets a little faster, and a little harder. If I were to do the 24 birthday smacks with this, just the ying on strokes… oh… that would be bad. Very bad. For you, not for me. And that? Would be the light ones. I can do the ying on, much much harder and faster."

  I walked over and whirled it around several times, and got close to him, but not touching him. He tried to back up out of reflex and nothing happened. Hinged handcuffs on the ankles prevented anything but just standing there. The noise was a series of whooshes. Then, I did it again faster. I got a hair closer, loud whooshes now.

  "Well? You want some of Vaquera's… special attention?"

  I snapped on either side of him, several times, back and forth. Loud cracks echoed.

  "Then, you got a few sh strokes. Just a couple. And again, they were as light as possible, to still get the shing going. If they would have been hard ones? Oh… maybe you think I'm kidding about this. Let me show you something…"

  I walked over, and got several cans out of the bag. Cold drink cans. Unopened ones now, not empties like st time.

  "Up there? I was coming in from the side. Ceiling, remember. Down here… different story. Watch."

  I put two cans up, one on either side of him, a little out from his sides. I went back, and uncoiled and snaked around. Then I used overhand this time, at near full speed. The first can exploded, like it had been shot by a gun. The spray went all over him, and the can exploded in two pieces, all rips and shreds opened up like an explosion in the can. I immediately hit the second can, to the same effect. The spray all over him, the exploded and shredded can, the works. A piece of aluminum tinkled that had separated from one of the two main pieces.

  "As you can see, I can put it exactly where I aim. I can take your nipple off, if I wanted to…"

  I shed out, and it cracked just in front of his chest.

  "But? I don't want to do that. Which is, of course, quite fortunate for you right now."

  I smiled, and walked over to him. I coiled it up on the way over.

  "Because you were handcuffed to the pole? You missed out on the wraparound stroke dispy. Perhaps, you think you missed out on something fun. Not getting to taste that stroke. Want to taste it now, little boy? Just ask. Don't be shy."

  "Let's get this thing out now. The whiny shit's all over. Well, for now. In a little bit? Who knows. You can scream all you want down here, little boy. No one can hear you. I have the only key. No one's coming to save you, even if they could hear your screams. But they can't."

  I untied the bandanna gag.

  "Your screams? Will make me wet. When we go back upstairs? I bet I get anything I want, too."

  I retied the bandanna as a now slightly wet blindfold. I raised it so he could see, and I could put it back down to blindfold him anytime I wanted. I went to the bag, and got out a longer piece of rope balled up. I tossed it out, to unwind it. I tied the loose end, to his hinged handcuffed wrists.

  "Lets go… oh, that's right. The ankles…"

  I bent down and unlocked the double lock, then undid one cuff. I then resumed tugging on the rope.

  "Get over here, slut. Don't even think about telling me no again. Or, on second thought… go ahead. Please, tell me no right now. I dare you."

  I got him where I wanted him, and there was a thick metal pipe running overhead. I got the ball of rope on the other end, and tossed it up over and caught it coming back down. I tugged on it, and it dragged him to underneath where it went over the pipe, then it slowly drew his hinged handcuffs up. His wrists and arms naturally went with it. I was near one of the storage cages now, and opened an empty one. With no contents, they were unlocked. I tugged on his rope.

  "Up on your tiptoes, slut."

  He went up on his tiptoes, and I tugged the sck out taut. I wrapped some of the rope around the tch, and it held. I could release it with a few touches, but he couldn't. This would stop what little movement he could achieve. With regur handcuffs top and bottom, I'd have dancing and wriggling. Those hinged ones, though. Hardly any, with no chain to wiggle. Now up on tiptoes and no sck… there would be no dancing. Wiggling would require supporting himself suspended by the hinged handcuffs. Which was why my sweatbands were on his wrists if he tried that.

  I walked towards him, and stalked around him. Caressing him with the coiled up bullwhip.

  "My, my, my… aren't we all nervous now, hmm?"

  I chuckled, and tapped his butt with the coiled up whip.

  "And when I say 'we' are nervous? I mean just you."

  I re-locked the free ankle, adjusted the st click, then double locked it again. I pulled his blindfold down.

  I put two more cans on either side of him, and did the fast demonstration again. Exploding cans, spray, skittering exploded aluminum all shredded.

  "I'm running out of cans, slut. If I were you, I'd start talking."

  "What do you…"

  I started cracking around him several times, very loud.

  "If I have to tell you what to say? Then I guess there's really no point. Pity. I wanted to have a nice little talk with my slut. Now? Guess I'll just beat the shit out of you instead."

  "Wait!"

  I stood there a little bit.

  "I'm waiting…"

  I walked over and coiled up while I went. Touching him with it brought a jump and a little whine.

  "Well? What am I waiting on. This ought to be good…"

  "Please…"

  That was perhaps the whiniest, longest and most drawn out "please" I ever heard before. Begging and pleading all in one long word. It danced, going from sylbles to whine and back, rising and falling in whine pitch and volume as it got drawn and danced out.

  "Hmm. Was that begging?"

  He nodded his head yes vigorously. I tapped his backside with the coil. He twitched.

  "Begging? Not bad. You sound, really… scared."

  Yes, yes, yes.

  "Begging? Sure, its cute. But… I can get all the cute begging I want soon. Why would I wait on some begging and pleading. No point. I'm sure, I could get way better begging. And you know how I'll get it, I'm sure…"

  I ran the coil over him, then held it under his chin.

  "You're really scared."

  He nodded vigorously. Yes, yes, yes.

  "That's good."

  I whispered in his ear.

  "You should be… terrified."