PART THREE q – The Deal

  I got a combination of a really drawn out whine mixed with a squeal. All in one, long, pitiful sound.

  "Not bad at all, really. Pretty good, even. But… that just tells me how much better its about to get. I'm starting to think you're just wasting my time. And that? Oh…"

  I ran the coil over him some more.

  "That's a really bad idea. You'll pay dearly, for that. Or… you better start talking. Quick. No more please, no more whiny shit. No more begging. As I said… I'll get so much of that, soon. No, we need to have a real talk. No more fucking around."

  I got the squealing and whining, again all mixed in and forming a long drawn out noise.

  "Cute. But? I can see I'm just wasting my time. We'll just get started. And, as I just said. You'll pay dearly for wasting my time…"

  I snaked out after backing up, and started cracking again around him. Louder and faster.

  "Last chance, slut. Any… st words? Hmm?"

  "Wait!"

  "Hmm. Wait, huh? Okay…"

  I walked up, coiled up, and tapped him a couple times with the coiled up bullwhip. He jumped and squirmed and naturally I got the whiny squeal-y begging, too. Please had turned into wait, and it was painted with the same pitiful, pleading sounds.

  "I'm warning you. And? That's twice I warned you, about wasting my time. This must be like pying poker. The more you please, and beg… now, its wait? All while I keep warning you, not… to waste… my time. I keep telling you, if we don't get somewhere. Real quick? You were just wasting my time. And we'll get started with this little… talk. And once it starts? Well. A poker hand. You? Are raising the pot. You'll pay now, even more dearly for having wasted my time."

  Squealing, mainly.

  "Mm. Delicious. Gonna get so much more of that. I'm gonna drip, how wet I'm gonna get. But… I told you the rules of this little… talk. I warned you. I warned you twice. That? Means you're making me repeat myself. I? Am done repeating myself. From now on? I'll speak once. I kept warning you, this better not be wasting my time. Stalling. And now? Time's about up. You? Raised the pot up. You are now? Just about to pay for it. Very. Very. Dearly. For testing me, ignoring my warnings. For daring me, to repeat myself so many times. Now then. When I walk away from you, this time? The hand is over. Bets were raised… and…"

  I tapped his ass with the coiled up bullwhip several times each ass cheek, a little firmer than the other times. I hissed in his ear.

  "Doesn't look like you're holding any cards."

  I walked around him one more time, running the coil up and down him, all over.

  "You'll lose this hand. Big time. And, this is just the first hand in the game. Poker night. Game could go on? For hours. You? Will lose. Every… single… hand."

  I got in his ear again. I got close, hugging him strung up. I pressed myself to him, and wrapped a jeans leg around him, rubbing that leg up and down his own. My hands running over him. The bullwhip still coiled up. Dragging it almost sensually up and down his back, from his shoulders to his poor little marked up ass cheeks. I could now feel him tense up, twitching as little as he was able to in the position he was in. My one free hand drew my wet lips to his ear, for my hoarse whisper.

  "Wanna bet?"

  I looked down at his interest meter. It twitched. I touched it, and held it. It gave a little throb. I tugged it gently a few times, letting it slide. Interest was at an all time high, when I gave the st slow pull off. Sliding my hand down it and ending.

  "Rules of the game. Every pyer, should know what's in the pot. That's just me and you pying. I know what's in it. You should know, too. So? I'll tell you. You raised the bet. Twice. Now, its looking like you raised it more, a third, and quite final I might add… time. Here's what's in the middle of our table. Birthday swats? No, these are birthday cracks, not love pats. 24 of them. Now, I have three strokes I can use. I'm thinking eight of each, makes 24. That's eight times, ying it on. In a row, mind you. Which means that each one gets faster and harder, until the eighth one. Then? Eight of the wraparounds. You missed those, st time. Then… eight sh cracks."

  I got sniffling.

  "Aw. That's so cute… now, like I said. When I walk away this time? This little talk is getting started. That? Is how I'm going to open up our little… talk. And then, we'll get started having the rest of the conversation. Unless…"

  "Unless what? Please, wait. I'm begging you… please. I, I'll talk about anything. Anything you want to talk about. Anything."

  "Hmm. Give me a second to think about that…"

  I tapped him one final time with the coiled up threat in my hand, and walked over slowly to get another cold drink can. I walked back over, tapping the top. I opened it near his blindfolded face, and started sipping it. I made the "mm" sound, then the protracted "ah", when I was done.

  "I'm listening. Go on…"

  He went on babbling and gushing. He begged me to talk, instead of whipping him. How he'd talk about absolutely anything at all, whatever it was I wanted to talk about. How sorry he was, for ignoring my warnings and making me repeat myself. How he'd never make me repeat myself again. I only had to speak once, how well he'd listen. He begged me, that he didn't mean to dare me, he pleaded with me to believe he wasn't testing me. He went on expin how much he loved me, how gorgeous he thought I was. How much he loved my legs. He begged and pleaded, desperately, to not whip him and if we could just please talk instead, about anything I wanted to.

  When he started repeating himself, I finally put my finger on his lips, and shushed him.

  "Well. Maybe we can try talking, I guess. After all, I can always go right back to… the other kind of little talk I had pnned."

  "Thank you, so much. I really, really, appreciate it. I promise you, I do."

  "Hmm. Yeah, I bet you do…"

  "I do. I really mean it, I promise."

  "Well, if we're gonna try talking. And I mean try it out, mind you. You were screaming and crying with a gag for a while. Your mouth is probably dry. Hmm?"

  "Yes."

  "Want a drink?"

  "Please…"

  "Okay. Here…"

  I tipped it up for him, until he made a "mm" noise. I drank some more, then continued it and went back and forth between us, until we were done. I kissed him, then licked his lips to clean it up. He whispered after his kisses and licks to me.

  "Thank you."

  "You're welcome. Now, let me get rid of this can."

  I tossed the can away to roll and come to a rest. Then I uncoiled and snaked out, and shed into the can, naturally tearing it into shreds and sending it skittering. He jumped at this additional demonstration. I ran the coiled up heavy pited leather threat up and down him.

  "The can? Just took your pce. The can, can only handle one. You can take more than one, before you come apart. I just wonder how many."

  I got a little whine.

  "Listen carefully. We're just trying this talking thing. I just said something. I got a whine. You talk with words. Whining? I can get all I want, the other way. Now. I've just warned you about something. Don't expect me to repeat myself. Talk."

  "Thank you. For… using it on the can, instead of me. I don't know how many I can take, before I… come apart. Its not something I wanna find out. I won't make you repeat yourself. I promise."

  "Much better. Now, we're starting to talk. As opposed to begging. Or whining. I can get that, as I said… another way. And it will be much better to get it that way. Now, talking? Really talking. I can't get that once you start screaming and crying. Or gagged. That's just noise."

  "I wanna talk, I really do. I promise."

  "And that's good. But… what will we be talking about. Hmm?"

  "Anything you want. Anything. I'll talk about anything."

  "Okay. Someone has to lead the conversation. That will be me. You, will follow. But, you'll participate in this conversation. Or… we can have the other kind of talk. Rather one sided."

  I rubbed the coil of heavy oiled leather with lead shot pited in for weight and bance on him gently.

  "Rules. Being told what we'll be talking about next? Will cost you. The price, is one stroke. Then? I'll tell you what we'll talk about. That, will be how I lead this conversation. You? Will then participate in the conversation. Actively. I'm not just telling you what to say, I'm not just getting one sylble answers. Is this in any way… unclear?"

  I tapped his ass with the coiled bullwhip to emphasize.

  "Because if it's not crystal clear, I can expin it much better, if I feel the need to. You were just asked a question. Don't expect me to have to tell you to answer questions. I will not repeat that. The next time you don't answer a question? You'll pay for it. With another stroke. Do I again make myself clear?"

  "I understand. I understand both. Telling me what we talk about will get me a… stroke. If I don't answer you, when you speak, I get another stroke every time. I promise, I'll participate. In the conversation. You don't have to talk the other way. Please. I don't wanna make you have to repeat yourself. I'll listen, I'll be good. I promise."

  "Okay. You won't be making me repeat myself though. I speak once. If I have to speak again? Well… it will be… the other way. Understood?"

  "I understand. I'll listen. I promise."

  "Well. Let's begin this little talk. Shall we?"

  I went and got the bottle of baby oil out of my bag. I squirted some here and there on him, and rubbed it all in. I got both arms and both legs, then the torso front and back. Ass cheeks too. Just for fun, I gave a little oiling to his interest meter, too. Just a couple fun strokes, then left it alone. The purpose, was safety. You don't oil up an imminent whip victim, willing or unwilling, for any sexy purpose. Dry skin can rip or tear somewhat easily. Oiling the skin? Prevents that. The oil is no harm to the leather, but the skin is the primary objective. This allows heavier whip strokes, with much less chance of scarring or tearing skin open. Safety first.

  I backed off to one side. Nearer to the storage cages. I wanted to use the front of him. He had gotten the other really light strokes for his little taste test he wanted on his back, and a couple light shes on the tops of the backs of his thighs. I don't want to risk marring the ink on his back with a scar. I really should stay off of his ass cheeks. So, the front.

  I whirled around several times, to get the noise I wanted, before ying it across his chest. He cried out, naturally. I came back and ran my fingers over the mark. A nice red line across the middle of his chest. The thin sh end went slightly around to the rib cage. The red line went from thicker to thinner, and already had a nice, raised bump feel to it.

  "That, if you were curious? Laying it on. Light one."

  I coiled up and went back to standing near him, touching him with the coil.

  "Let's start this conversation with what a slut is. Mainly, the way we mean it. The word has different meanings."

  "I know. I'm a slut."

  "Word gets used different ways. When you hear someone say, oh that girl over there? She's a slut. They mean it derogatory, usually. A guy could use it… only half bad. That one there? Don't let the designer duds throw you. That's no nice girl, that one's a slut. Half good too. Hey, you're looking for action, that's the one to pick. Then, it could be used the nice way. Your girlfriend, surprises you with a blowjob. You'll say something like, oh, you little slut you. She smiles, its a compliment. So, the word slut… really covers some ground."

  I tapped an ass cheek with the coiled up whip, firmer than most of the other touches with it that way.

  "Participate, slut."

  "What kind of… slut am I. Or, I mean… how do you use it, for me."

  "Good question. I mean it the good way, in one sense. I mean, come on. Our third date, out in the middle of nowhere. For our first night together? You got your hands tied, and your naked little ass swatted with my favorite little whip. Once we broke the ice? You asked for more, every time. You got whipped until you cried. I told you I wanted to make you do what I wanted? You loved it. So yeah. You? I looked down at you, all tied up, begging to get whipped more, begging me to use you any way I wanted. And if that's not a case of a nice little… aw, you little slut, you… then I don't know what is."

  "Then you… named me. Your slut."

  "I sure did. Its no secret. You were making the rounds of all the girls on the teams, trying to date us. You wanted one of us to pick you. Sports groupie, by the very definition of it. Functionally no different, whatsoever, than the girls that go around to the boys. Trying to get picked to be the next little sports groupie. Those girls? Are little sluts. All eager to please. They'll do anything, and everyone knows it. You… are just a guy version of that, to a girl pyer instead of the more usual reverse situation. What's the big fucking mystery here?"

  "So… you mean it… not as good that way."

  "Oh. This is a two way conversation. I guess I apologize for that. When you were too eager to please me, you'll let me do anything to you, and you love it. You know you do. Yeah, oh look at you, you little slut you. I mean it affectionate that way. When I talk about the girls being slutty groupies for the guys? That's where I'm sorry. I don't compare you to that, not that way."

  "What's the difference then."

  "The difference? I told you from the first night we slept together. I want you for a steady boyfriend. Period. I don't share. You have to realize by now, you're no… fvor of the week. Fvor of the month. Not some… this semester's groupie. You're permanent, is my pn for us. Do you wanna talk about… recently?"

  "Sure."

  "I know what I am. Long before I met you, trust me. We talked about it. And you? You know what you are. We share that. Its a compulsion. I get naughty images, of me smacking a boy's naked butt. You, get the same naughty images. Except, a girl is smacking your bare butt. We're just flip sides of the same coin. We both know it. Again, where's the big fucking secret. Okay, I gave… basically birthday swats, three different times before you. You? Got birthday swats once. We meet? Look what happens. We're both eager to fulfill some naughty fantasy. Shall I continue? I think I know where you want this to go…"

  "Please."

  "So yeah. After we were both really… eager that first time. Both of us, mind you. Yeah, I started, what, studying it. More I did, the more you loved it. You started asking for stuff. I'm reading about that stuff. Here we are. I'm dominant sexually. No big surprise there, right? You're sexually submissive. Again, no big surprise, I don't think. Once you get beyond the little birthday swats once a year… anyone that likes getting their naked ass smacked and asks for it, and the person doing it, too… they usually like… some kind of ongoing naughty game. They both do. We both do. Its traditional to pick a theme to the game. The submissive? Yeah, they get some name. I told you. Sve, doggy, or… in your case? The slut. The fact that you started out as… aw, my little groupie… then, for the naughty game, well… doesn't it make sense?"

  "So you mean it… all good. All the way around."

  "Definitely. Now. You liked little scenarios. You liked a theme. I read that if they liked getting their little butt smacked, try a little shame or humiliation out. You asked for more, you loved it. You're nothing if not all eager. You always asked for more. You asked, no. Begged? Yeah, begged me. To be more… in charge, that way. So, I want my little groupie, my little slut? To do what I want. You thought it would be hot for me to make you, so. Here we are. You like it, right?"

  "I love it."

  "I know. I'm making you. We both know, that in our theme to our naughty game? What most people would call a mistress? I'm just the mommy, same thing. Mommy and her misbehaving little boy, that needs corrected and made to listen. You asked, no… begged. To be forced to do anything I wanted. I said what, you said that was for me to pick. Now, if part of the… game, or theme? Has become that I'm going to make my little groupie, my little slut… do what we both know goes on with the other, real sluts? Oh well. That's too bad. Now. I'm going to go on. If you don't mind…"

  "Please."

  "We both like it. Hell, we both love it. You said you wanted to make it a permanent thing. I liked the idea. You had every chance to back out. You had weeks to decide if it was really looking okay. Once again? Here we are. You said it was way hotter, if there was no backing out. That I could just make you…"

  I rubbed the coiled up bullwhip over the mark on his chest.

  "And… I happen to be able to make you. So? I'm doing it. Have we covered everything you could possibly want to talk about, in this part of the conversation? Or is there anything else concerning the pet name I have for you… slut."

  "It's covered."

  "Great. Moving right along then. Rules. I'll speak once, I will not repeat myself. I had to tell you to participate, didn't I. To get you talking back, once I started this whole slut conversation. I will now give my slut a nice little stroke for that. Rules. Also? I will then be starting the next topic of conversation. That's another stroke for the slut. So, don't be amazed that my personal slut is about to get two nice strokes in a row."

  I backed off, and whirled around some more. Making the noises as part of the show, before leaning forwards, like a fencer poking forwards. Instead of ying it on, I wrapped around the middle of his chest. Fairly hard, but nothing outstanding. I got a full wrap and a little more. He cried out and then sniffles. With a few small tears.

  "That? Was the wraparound, that you missed st time. Just so you know."

  I started snapping near him, several times. Teasing him with the loud cracks going off on one side then the other or in front of him. This way he wouldn't know exactly when it was coming. I hit him just above the middle of the front of his chest. Sightly off to one side, in the chest muscle. I got an explosion of tears and sobbing. It wasn't the lightest one possible. It was a tad more, but again nothing ridiculous.

  "And that? Was a sh. Ready for the next topic of conversation, my little slut?"

  He shook his head up and down, trying not to cry too much, yes yes yes.

  I shed out quickly, and put another one quite near that first one. A second rough teardrop shaped welt outlined in dark red. It somewhat reminded me of once having seen a coin, that had been double struck. A second image just off the first.

  "Rules, you little slut. That one? Was for nodding your head, instead of speaking. I speak once."

  The tears continued and slowed, and I got sniffling and some sobbing.

  "Now then. One more time. Is my personal slut ready for the next topic of conversation to be given?"

  "Yes, please."

  "There we go. You? Will speak when spoken to. Next up. What started on the kitchen table, then went on with me bending you over the couch. You know what I'm talking about. Don't be coy. We're going to now talk about, mommy banging your little ass. Understand?"

  "Yes."

  He nodded, but still said the word "yes". Tears were slowing, and the sobs had subsided into the occasional sniffles.

  "I will stop only long enough, for you to get yourself together, so you can talk. But don't try my patience, don't test me. I'm not waiting around all night in between questions and answers. Did I make myself clear just now?"

  "Yes…"

  "I thought so. Do you need a minute to get those sniffles under control? Maybe a little drink would help."

  "Yes."

  I backed up, and gave him a y it on stroke. A little harder than the first one I gave him. He squealed and jiggled and started with more sniffles and some mild sobbing. Then I coiled back up and walked back and touched his ass firmly by bumping the coiled bullwhip into his ass cheek that was nearest to me.

  "That one? Was for not being clear. Yes, you need a minute to get the sniffles under control. Or, yes you want a drink. You want more extra ones? Keep shit like that up. I'll give you as many as you want, slut. You can test me right now all your little heart desires to. Specify."

  "Yes, both."

  He had sobbed out the "yes both". I sighed dramatically, and stalked right back over, and gave him a slightly better wraparound than the previous wrap had been. I had a hair more distance back, to control the over a full wrap the first had ended up. I got a nice, full, single wrap that ended across his midsection, near the first one. Explosion of tears and sniffles. I walked back and lightly scraped the coiled up whip down his side, from his shoulder to past his hip and on down to his thigh.

  "And that wraparound, was for not being polite and having manners. What are you even thinking, slut."

  "I'm sorry… please."

  I backed up and pnted a nice, quick sh near the first two. A third one, just off from the other two that overpped like a double struck coin. The third teardrop touched one of the double struck ones.

  "That one, was for not doing it over again, correctly. Sorry? Is what you'll be when we're done. If we ever get done. I can see it's going to be a long night. The please was fine, but when you get corrected? You do it over again, and you do it correctly. Now then. Again!"

  There was an increase in the stream of tears, and the sniffles now had little sobs mixed in with them here and there.

  "Yes, I would like a drink, please. And yes, if I don't get in trouble for it, I would please like to… time to stop for you."

  "Much better. Mommy will get you a drink."

  I opened another can and took a drink. Then held it up for him. He sobbed as he drank, so I kissed and licked his lips afterwards, like before.

  "And yes. You can take a little bit to stop that whiny shit. We're having a little talk. I'm not spending all night, trying to decipher words, out of all the… secret crying code. Don't try to take forever, though."

  He sobbed out a whiny little "thank you".

  "Not a problem, when you ask nice."

  He was still sniffling and sobbing.

  "How… long. I don't want to get in trouble."

  "Well, you're already in trouble. How long, until you get in more of it? Well. Like I said. Don't try to test my patience. No set time. Get the whiny shit under control, and do it quick. I guess, if you feel another stroke? There you go, it'll mean mommy got tired of waiting."