SATAN’S CELLAR 1

‘… and I walked painfully home with my poor bottom on fire just like it was after my initiation into Satan’s Cellar in Dinton a year ago.’ Judy read that line over and over. It was almost a throwaway line in the story she’d downloaded from an adult site, describing the plight of a woman submitting herself to the domination of a strict master. The word that caught Judy’s attention was ‘Dinton’. Dinton, the neighboring town where she was going to attend the sixth form college next term.

Judy enjoyed stories where the heroine was frequently punished and forced to sexually submit to men and women in the most outrageous ways. The fingers of her left hand, now slimy and coated with juice, furiously masturbated her cunt while her still clean right hand repeatedly hit the ‘page down’ key.

Reading the story for a second time she pondered, “Is Satan’s Cellar a real place or just a figment of the author’s imagination? Is it real or is it fiction?”

First she checked to see if the date on the BDSM Library heading was current. It was. “Maybe it’s in the phone book.” It wasn’t. “Try Dinton’s Tourist Information Center Site.” Nothing. A Google search on “Satan’s Cellar” and “Dinton” only came up with the story she already had. These negative results only made Judy more determined to find an answer. “It’s probably a fictional place but it’s odd the author chose a small town like Dinton. From a few other clues within the story Judy guessed he or she must live locally. Probably a she from her pseudonym, ‘timidpeahen’ and from the way the story was written.”

For a while she studied the header information and debated whether or not to email timidpeahen. At sixteen years old, she knew she shouldn’t have accessed the site but knowing her way around computers she had long ago thwarted the Net Nanny programme her mother thought was installed. Neither of her parents were around much these days and even if they were, they were not computer literate and would have to come right into her room before they could see the screen. After much hesitation, she decided to email the author using her web email account in the name of Obfus-Kate.

>Dear timidpeahen

I very much enjoyed your story, Satan’s Cellar and as I live close to Dinton, I wondered if Satan’s Cellar was a real place and if it is, where I might find it. I would love to experience some of the things you did and had done to you.

Obfus-Kate>

Next morning she had a reply.

>Dear Obfus-Kate

Yes, the place is real but it is a private club whose members are necessarily quite wealthy or who are sponsored by a member. Sorry, for security reasons I cannot give you the location at this time. How much experience do you already have?

timidpeahen>

Over the course of several more emails Judy explained that she had no experience of sex or of being beaten except when she had tried self-flagellation with a belt and with a whip she’d made from bootlaces.

“It wasn’t very successful,” she told timidpeahen, “Partly because I couldn’t swing either the belt or the whip very well and partly because I wasn’t tied down and helpless. I was also able to stop at any time and there was only my finger for sex afterwards. I did once force myself to hit my cunt twenty times with the whip, which made it very sore for a couple of days even though I didn’t hit very hard.”

When asked to describe herself, Judy replied, “I am a large girl, 5′ 10″ tall, large framed and rather plump and I’m quite well endowed in the boob department.

The main problem is that I’m very shy and spend most of my spare time on this computer looking at sex sites particularly those with a BDSM content. I don’t seem to be able to hold a conversation with boys but am better when anonymous on email.” She lied and said she was eighteen years old.

>Hi O-Kate

I would like to meet you. Would Saturday in Denton Park by the bandstand at 10.30 be okay? I will wear a red jacket with a light yellow skirt. That should be distinctive enough. You can call me Carol.

Timidpeahen>

For mid-June the weather was cool with showers off and on. Judy arrived at the park on time and shortly afterwards saw the petite Carol walking along the path towards her. For a few moments she just stood there, ready to turn on her heels and walk away and probably would have if Carol had not called out, “Kate?” Judy looked around, but no one else turned their heads.

“Kate,” Carol called again.

There was no escape now. Carol gave her a hug.

“I guessed it was you from your description and the way you looked startled and frightened when I called,” Carol went on, “Look, its not a very nice day to sit and talk outside, let’s go to Molly’s Tea Room and grab a coffee. We can talk there.”

For a while they talked of inconsequential things, just getting to know each other but soon their conversation was interrupted by an influx of customers two of whom were girls she knew from school. “Hi Judy, may we join you?” Emma asked, “Haven’t seen you in here before. Who’s your friend?” Blushing, Judy introduced Carol as a penfriend she’d just met, which wasn’t far from the truth.” They talked for a few moments, or at least the two girls and Carol did. Judy retreated into her shell and kept quiet.

Sizing up the situation, Carol stood and said, “We’d better get some shopping done before the morning goes altogether.”

When they were outside, Carol spoke quietly, “So Judy’s your real name, well Judy you have a choice, get on the bus and go back home or come to my place and be punished for lying to me. I only live ten minutes walk away. Come with me and we’ll explore your desires in a practical way or leave for the bus. It’s up to you. I know you’ll be taking a risk but that’s part of the excitement surely? I promise you though, there will only be the two of us there and you won’t be badly hurt.”

Carol walked away. For some minutes Judy stood watching the red coated figure make her way through the crowded street and then took off after her.

“Come in,” Carol invited the girl and when safely inside ordered, “Go into my bedroom and take off all your clothes. Everything. Then come into the lounge and be prepared for a hard spanking.” Judy hesitated. “Do it and get a move on!” Carol snapped, “Otherwise it will be more than a spanking you’ll be getting.”

Shaking a little Judy did as she was told. “I guess this is where I find out if I really want this slave thing,” she said to herself as she undressed, “It will be my first real hiding. Will I be able to take it? I know she won’t like my big fat body when she sees it.” Shyly covering her breasts with her arms and keeping her legs as close together as possible, Judy entered the lounge.

“Hands behind your head,” Carol ordered, “I want a good look at you. A look and a feel.” She was a little over awed by the girl’s physical size when compared to her own much smaller body. “It will be okay as long as I keep in control,” Carol told herself.

Judy started to shake a little when felt Carol’s arms around her neck and the older woman stretched up and kissed her. A long sensuous kiss. One like she imagined her male lover might kiss her.

“Keep your hands where they are and kiss back,” Carol whispered.

Judy did and when she felt Carol’s tongue trying to gain and entrance she opened her mouth and allowed it to enter. Never before had she felt the thrill of kisses like this and was disappointed when Carol pulled away without any comment.

Moments later Judy’s boobs received Carols attention. “You said you were well endowed, Judy and I can see what you mean. The men will love them and so do I.” Carol suckled and massaged first one tit and then the other until Judy could feel wetness between her legs and was murmuring and giving little cries of delight. “Did you ever try whipping your tits like you did your cunt Judy?”

“Yes, but not hard and it isn’t easy to do more that flick the whip. Even that hurt quite badly. I don’t know how the women in the stories could stand it.”

“They do, Judy, they do, especially when they are helpless and cannot do otherwise. I speak from personal experience, Judy. It does hurt like hell but it often gets me horny too so there are compensations. Breasts the size of yours will attract the cane like a magnet whereas my smaller ones are more often whipped just for punishment and not for the pleasure of seeing them bounce around. Think about that Judy if you really think about joining the club.”

Slowly Carol’s lips worked their way down Judy’s body and between her legs. “This bird’s nest will have to go too, Judy. Either you’ll have to keep shaving, which is a pain or you’ll have to have electrolysis. It is rare for the masters and mistresses to like a hair-covered cunt. Some don’t mind if there is a small decorative patch but not this amount. I’ll do it for you later if you like.” Carol’s fingers and tongue probed the younger girl’s vagina and quickly brought her to a climax.

“Well you certainly seemed to enjoy that my girl. You certainly seem to have plenty of sex drive in that body of yours,” Carol commented. Judy blushed. “Now it’s my turn. Come.” Carol led her back into the bedroom and unashamedly undressed in front of Judy. She then lay spread-eagled on the bed.

“Do unto me as I did unto you,” Carol laughed misquoting some passage from the scriptures.

Still feeling very exited and sexually stimulated, Judy took her time exploring her new friend’s much smaller body. The fine red lines that decorated her arse, the front of her thighs and her breasts, particularly intrigued her. They were obviously not too recent but they must have been painful when they were administered. She asked about them.

“They marked the end of my year of being a slave. I can now be a master if I wish or I can continue as a sub,” Carol explained. “Now though it is time for me to punish you for lying to me.”

“I’m sorry Carol. I didn’t want to reveal my real name on a first visit and obfuscate means to blur or hide so I guessed you would know….”

“That wasn’t what I was talking about Judy. You’re right, I guessed Kate was a false name. I wasn’t worried about that. What is much more serious and what could have got me into a lot of trouble was the fact that you lied about your age. You are not eighteen, you’re only sixteen or at most just seventeen like those schoolgirls in Molly’s. How old are you really Judy?”

“Sixteen,” she whispered, “I’m sorry. I thought I could look like eighteen and I knew I should not have accessed the site.”

“You know you cannot join Satan’s Cellar until you are eighteen except if your parents sign a consent form. Both parents. Even then you will have to start as a trainee and then do full slave training when you’re eighteen, if someone sponsors you.”

“They’ll never do that,” Judy began to weep, “They’d never agree.”

“I didn’t say they would have to agree, I said they had to sign a consent form. Not quite the same thing Judy.” She gave a mischievous grin and Judy caught her train of thought

“Maybe I could get them to do that,” Judy thought out loud. “They often have to sign school forms for me and rarely do they read the forms first.”

“You deserve a spanking for that as well,” Carol laughed, “Will your parents expect you home anytime soon?”

“I left a note to say I would be gone all day, and would be looking for somewhere to stay while I attend college. If they are in, they will probably expect me home at teatime. I can leave a message on the answerphone if I am going to be later than that. My last bus leaves at 6.45 though.”

“I think I can solve two of your problems at one go then. I can drive you home and I can offer you a room at a nominal rent provided I have access to your body at weekends or when you are free of college work. Does that appeal to you?”

“That sounds great Carol, really great. Thanks you.”

“First though, there is the little matter of your spanking and here I must warn you that I can be very cruel when I get a helpless girl or boy to thrash. I shan’t spare your arse Judy. It will be tender for several days. You said you couldn’t do what you wanted to yourself, now you can find out what it is really like to feel the strap bite into your soft flesh. You will be fastened down so you can do nothing to stop me once I start. “It’s your choice now. Lie face down on the bed or get dressed and catch the bus.”

Judy didn’t hesitate. This was what she had dreamed of. She had a vague idea how much it would hurt and this would be a chance for her to find out. “May I use the loo first?” was all she said.

“Whap!”

The leather paddle hit Judy’s arse with considerable force. Her body bucked under the impact but the bindings held her in position. She expected pain, but not this bad but she tried not to cry out. In any case the gag muffled her cries.

“Whap!” the paddle descended again, and then again. Carol laughed at her discomfiture. “I’m only just starting Judy. Plenty more to come and just think how lucky you are that this is not a cane or a whip.”

Still taunting her victim, Carol kept the paddle striking the reddening buttocks. At first Judy felt nothing but the hell of pain but slowly a warm feeling flowed into her vaginal area, her cunt flowed with wetness and she climaxed.

Shortly after Carol released her. Tears flowed down Judy’s face as she massaged her sore bum but she didn’t complain of her treatment. Her climax was one of the best she ever experienced. Now though the soreness was coming to the fore. “You took that very well and orgasmed, I didn’t expect that my girl. Time we had a shower and some lunch,” Carol said.

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE