Surprise Reversal

[gagged_Louise]

(((Louise whipped - Flashback, #2)))

If her head was covered in black and her ,mouth plugged by the ball gag, louise's senses were driving her around as in a storm. Liz' whip took the chance to visit her shoulders, her back, her thighs and her mound, she was ferocious. It poured right through louise's skin, pushed into her horny being. She kept spinning and kicking as if she were in a wind tunnel, and for every other strike she growled "aaaahhh! nnnghhhhh!!", feeling on fire and longing to be fucked but also to give her best in service. She emitted a muffled cry and felt juice stocking itself in her cunt. "oh please let me release this soon..." she thought, wondering if Liz could have brought a strap-on. The idea of being taken that way had never been likable to her before, but in this hot haze she wanted it to go all the way.

Her body dangled and shook under the swipes reddening her stomach, and finally even her breasts - though they were shielded by the tight corset that fit like eel skin, the heavy stings were quite obvious as they rapped over her naked arms and tossed like wind against the leather cover grasping her tits. louise felt on fire, and when one hard swipe hit in the middle of her exhaling through her nose, she finally lost it and yelled out both from pain and from the amazing lust. Her trapped cunt, pounded by the vibe, pulsated uncontrollably, faster and faster and made her feel dizzy.
She both wanted to get out of this and stay right here. "Nnnnnghhhh!!" she growled and then a hoarse muttering as her shoulders started to vibrata: "Pmeeeafe, cummmmmph..." She was already running, and suddenly she noticed the whipping had stopped. She hung there, blind, bound, muted and reduced to Liz' cumslut.
She bit the ball gag, feeling the wetness flowing out of her soppy crack.
"Cum for me louise. Cum for your Mistress" - Liz' voice arrived from close by, and as she rubbed slave louise's mound and then slapped it, the young woman sobbed and growled hard, shaking and yelling inarticulately ": "Mmmmmghh! Aaugghh!"
Would she ever be able to look Liz in the eyes again without feeling an urge to submit to that lady? And would she ever know if Liz had a submissive side too?

She didn't recall anything much of the next few moments until Mistress Liz had hauled her down to the ground. her whole body ached, as she lay there in the dark, her hands bound behind her for the moment (Liz had retied them after freeing her from the frame), still hooded and gagged, she felt as if the moment floated around her. Then suddenly, she heard the rumble; Doug calling - not at her - Liz apparently kicking at something - what was this? She was too tired to register at first, but as Liz growled and the sounds of creaking and heavy breathing darted around her, louise realized with a shock that Doug must have broken free and jumped at this wonderful woman. louise squirmed in her corset and hood, kicking feebly with her legs and finally sobbing out of fear of what was next.

A whip cracked; louise rattled in her bonds. "I asked you a question, slave!" he called at a distance, not to his wife but to Liz. The muffled, guttural response of ms Cockrill told louise Liz must have been powerfully silenced, with a cock gag or a ring gag. louise made a low grunt, trying to sound questioning and hoping Liz would hear it. No reply. Did the woman accept Doug humiliating her with with the same whip she had used on him? Maybe she had no choice, but louise knew submission is always first off mental.

She heard Doug's steps getting closer, and pushed herself to her knees. Still unable to see him or speak to him but feeling his presence; he was there looking at his leather-corseted wife and slut. Not more punishment, please...the silence was snow white as he stood there, watching the bound, hooded woman.
Finally he reached down and quickly undid the black hood. louise looked up at him, her face matted and make-up smeared or bleached. She fixed on his eyes, there was no trace of a smile. they were cold, and her very eyes felt naked in her mind. "I suppose you find the trousers fiitting fro your Dom?" he asked. Her mind raced "

"I asked you a question, slave! The same as for your slave sister"
"Mmmgh! Y-s-r" louise finally admitted, though she didn't know how far she meant it, her submissive side had kicked in. She tilted her head a little...but he lashed two fresh swipes with the whip. Sniffling and crying, twisting her tongue under the ball gag, kneeling as before, she accepted it for the moment.

As her eyesight cleared she could see Liz bound and forced into surrender in the stocks; the estate lady's mouth was stuffed by an impressive cock gag, proclaiming her submission as a woman. She noticed Liz was still wearing the latex catsuit. As she looked over there, louise felt an insane urge to tell Liz they were now sisters, enduring the same kind of bondage and surrendering their roped bodies. It was illogical: far as she knew, Liz was a Domme, that was how she knew her, but right now they were equals somehow.