ASHA
by Yasmin
It hurts right now but I know it will be worth all the pain. Inside my head I keep telling myself No pain, No gain and repeating it over and over. But just how much pain am I expected to take? I'm really not sure I can endure much more of this. It hurts like hell!
My teeth are clenched so tightly that my jaws are aching. Every nerve in my body seems to be on fire. Looking up, I see my arms stretched high above my head and my wrists chafing against the knotted ropes. Looking down, I see my big round boobs glistening with sweat. My nipples are stiff, maybe stiffer than they've ever been before. I'm in terrible pain but I'm feeling incredibly turned on.
I'm stretched so taut that my tiptoes barely reach the floor. I can hardly breathe. Each time I glance down I see my tits heaving and quivering as I struggle to draw air into my lungs. Sometimes the sweat running off my forehead trickles into my eyes and then my vision gets blurred. I've never sweated as much as I'm sweating now. My whole body looks like it's been oiled all over. My skin feels hot but I'm shivering uncontrollably.
An hour ago I was sitting on Asha's sofa, sipping tea from a delicate white cup. Her house is large and spacious, as I always expected it to be. It's full of exotic ornaments from India, though none is more exotic than Asha herself. She is definitely the most glamorous woman I've ever seen: tall and slim, with long black hair, light brown skin and a fabulous figure. Her face is beautiful beyond description: the face of an Indian goddess. She's adorably pretty. Everyone reckons I'm quite pretty, too – a blue-eyed blonde with flowing hair and Barbie Doll looks - but I am not even in Asha's league. She is truly stunning and utterly bewitching.
I came here, to her house, to be initiated into her exclusive circle of lovers. Any woman who wants to share Asha's bed has to undergo this ritual. That's why I'm here: I desire to be accepted as her latest lover, as her newest slave-girl. That's why I'm dangling from the ceiling in her basement, with my wrists tied to a metal beam. It seems a small price to pay for the privilege of being allowed to make love to this enchanting lady, to worship her and to be one of her special sluts.
I'm naked, of course. Asha tore off my clothes as soon as she brought me down here. She literally ripped them off with her teeth and fingernails, before suspending me from the beam. For the past twenty minutes she's been flogging me with a horsewhip. It's a real whip, not a toy, and it stings horribly with every lash. I lost count of the lashes a while ago, after the fortieth snaked across my back like a fiery serpent. She uses all her strength when she flogs me, even when she's aiming the whip at my breasts. I'm absolutely covered in narrow welts, each of them a red stripe of unbearable agony. Occasionally she flicks the whip at my freshly-shaved pussy, just to see if I'll scream. The only part of my body she doesn't lash is my face.
How many orgasms have I had since the whipping began? Five, six or maybe seven? It's hard to keep track. All I know for certain is that Asha has halted the initiation ritual three times to kneel at my feet and pleasure my pussy. All I can do is stand nude and helpless, trembling in my bonds, while she strokes and licks my womanhood. The sensation of her tongue and fingertips probing my quim is unbelievable. I think my first orgasm came as soon as the hot, moist tip of her tongue slithered gently over my clit. My second climax surged soon after, followed swiftly by the third, but that's when I lost count. At some point she nibbled my pussy-lips with her teeth, while worming a finger into my anus, and that's when I cried out. I didn't mean to make any sound, knowing that the ritual of initiation demands total silence, but I couldn't help myself. My outburst made Asha quite angry and, for a while, she whipped me very severely indeed. A dozen forceful lashes streaked across my buttocks before she calmed down and regained her composure.
I wish she would take off her clothes. I'm desperate to see her naked but she hasn't even unfastened a single button on her blouse. Hopefully, if I pass the test and endure the ritual without screaming, she will invite me to her bed. Then, at last, I'll be able to see her in the nude. More than that, I'll be allowed to touch and kiss and caress her beautiful brown body. I can't wait! In the meantime, all I have to do is clench my teeth and close my eyes and wait until the whipping is over. No screams, no whimpers, no sound of any kind. Just silence, and endurance, and a determination to make the grade. I know I can do it if I concentrate hard enough. I know I can be a good slave-girl to Asha. Only a few more minutes of pain and I'll be permitted to take my reward. I feel like I'm being whipped to death but the agony is nothing compared to the prize of holding her lovely body in my arms.
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Asha. Copyright © 2007 Lucy Yasmin Ogur.