Trust

Once the candle was out and safely cool, Francine readied her next implement, a small flogger with rubber falls. She raised Val's head and arms up. Letting the stirrups her feet were locked into, take much of her weight. With a spinning motion, she hit at the wax covering Valerie's back, the strands tearing at the now hardened bits of wax. Valerie felt each stroke, painful stings that had her gasping and moaning.

Taking wax off by whipping it is a slow process that requires the flogger to strike the same area repeatedly. As anyone who's been flogged knows, repeated strikes on the same place are not simply the same pain over and over; but an intensifying pain that grows with each strike, especially if there's no break between the blows. Valerie was subjected to that very intensification as Francine methodically cleared each patch of skin o the wax covering it. By the time she'd moved to the next batch of wax in need of removal, Valerie's skin at a spot was a deep red that didn't fade appreciably as it was left untouched.

At the thicker covering of wax at Val's ass, she experienced a momentary reprieve as the wax build up was thick enough to blunt the initial impacts of the flogger. As each patch of ass cheek was exposed, however, the greater force needed to remove the thicker body of wax resulted in a sharper, more violent pain. The new levels, added to the still aching backside, brought Valerie to tears; small sobs escaping as she struggled to absorb the higher pain levels. Her limbs jerked with each blow, whether it brought direct pain or not.

All that remained was the wax that had dripped down to cover Valerie's pussy. Pulling Val's legs farther apart to expose the crack and cunt of her victim, Francine brought the flogger up in a reverse spin, landing the tips the falls on the wax again and again. Valerie's arousal, which had cooled some under the flogger, began to climb again, in spite of the pain from between her legs. Soon it wasn't possible to distinguish between the sounds of her distress and those of her growing pleasure. Val had been introduced to paingasms over two years ago by one of Charles' friends, Sir Tom. She'd experienced several more over the years.

As she felt her body growing close to release, Val cried out, "May I cum Mistress?"

"Yes, you may, in fact, if you don't cum by the time the wax is gone, you'll be punished." Francine answered, smiling wickedly.

Instinctively, Valerie tensed at the command, actually pushing her orgasm farther away. Later she would realize just how insidious Francine had been. Most subs are used to having to hold an orgasm back, and are primed to do just that on command (though some are more successful than others, far more successful). To climax while subject to someone else's ministrations, especially the painful kind, required relaxing and not trying to cum, an inherently difficult process.

Val tried to relax into the oncoming orgasm, but now that she'd been told she had to, it eluded her. When Francine stopped the flogging, she moaned in desperation. "Valerie, I told you to cum and you didn't."

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I tried, I really did."

"I know," Francine whispered, bending close to her head. Francine rubber her hand over the reddened and warm back of her friend. "Still, you didn't, so now I have to punish you."

"Yes, Mistress," Val sighed.

The dominant pulled a length of bamboo from her bag. Francine had a soft spot in her heart for the traditional material in a cane. The more modern materials, such as lexan, had their place, but bamboo was, in many ways, the perfect cane. She rubbed the cane over Val's back and ass, letting her feel what was to come. Valerie shivered in dread and anticipation. While Val never had learned to enjoy pain, especially the intense pain of a cane punishment, she knew Francine had to do this. Until her friend had gone to the edge of too far and brought herself back, she'd never be able to trust herself. That was why Val had no intention of using her safe word; Francine needed to prove to herself that Valerie's trust was well placed. Val knew Francine was ready, now Francine had to learn that as well.

The first stroke landed and a line of fire was laid across Valerie's ass, pulling a scream from her. Francine smiled, remembering the joy she'd once felt at pulling such sounds from a sub. She watched as, over several seconds, a deep red line formed on Valerie's rear end. When the image of Valerie's bloody back tried to re-impose itself, Francine shook it from her head and struck again. The second line appeared just below the first as Valerie squealed in pain, her limbs tugging at the swing. Unlike a fixed bondage, Valerie was easily able to move her limbs, but the motion was useless in escaping the next stroke, laid just below the second line.

Valerie's thoughts lost coherence as she focused on just one thing; giving her Mistress everything. Each stroke was like a hot brand across ass or thigh, as Francine laid 25 lashes down with the bamboo instrument. As each line appeared amidst the loud vocal accompaniment of Valerie's wailing and sobbing, Francine's smile grew, and a pressure seemed to lift form her soul. She felt her skill and reflexes returning; much like riding a bike, one never forgets how to wield the tools of the dominant.

More importantly, though, was what Francine realized wasn't returning as she reduced her friend and submissive to a sobbing wreck. Those emotions were gone; those fearful feelings that led her to beat her friend past all endurance and safe words.

*****

"No! No love. Love hurts you. I won't love, I won't. I won't let you love me. I won't. You'll get hurt." Francine had screamed, denying the feelings that she didn't want, ignoring that it was love for Valerie that was driving her, to protect her friend from the pain and anguish she was feeling. Her love was twisted by the pain, but still there, gnawing at her, trying to get out.

"Francine, I forgive you, I forgive you. I love you and I forgive you." Valerie had repeated again and again

Francine had been in tears, the words, those dreaded words haunting her. It would hurt, she couldn't take the hurt. She lashed harder and harder, desperate to stop those dreaded words. "No, you can't forgive me, you can't love me. I'm evil. Hate me! Say you hate me!"

*****

Francine set the cane down, looking at the welts she'd raised, making sure none of them were going to open up. Her friend, who loved her enough to endure this without using her safe word, lay in her restraints sobbing as the waves of pain continued to rush through her body from the beautiful stripes adorning her thighs and ass. Francine's hands brushed the welts, feeling their heat and thickness as Valerie jerked at the contact with them.

"Thank you, Valerie," she whispered, too low for the suffering sub to hear. Shaking her head, she removed the hood, pulling Valerie's sweat and tear soaked face up by her hair to kiss her friend. Francine knelt, bringing her face level with Val's. "I love you, Valerie." Tears filled Francine's eyes, leaking out to run down her cheeks in small rivulets.

"Mistress, are you okay," Valerie asked with concern.

"I'm more than okay, my dear friend. I'm trustable."

Both women cried for joy as Francine released Valerie at helped her to the bench to recover from the scene. An ordeal that had started over three years ago, that had threatened to end over a decade of friendship, was finally over. Harv was finally, and totally, defeated.

I originally wrote this last year for a blog I occasionally write for. I hope you enjoy it.