The Power to Rise

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I heard a door open and close but this time, I heard footsteps approaching me. It sounded like high heels.

“Ready?” I heard.

“Yes, Mistress,” I remembered to say.

“Hold on tightly. You don’t want to damage your wrists.”

Again, I heard a motor and felt my arms being lifted. In seconds the floor wasn’t anywhere near my toes. I grasped the handles tightly.

“Very nice t**s, too. You’ll enjoy this.”

I felt her fondling them, first one then the other, then both at once. She squeezed my n*****s and pulled them, I heard what sounded like a squeeze bottle, then felt her rub something onto my n*****s. It was cold at first, then I felt her blow on them and it started to get hotter. The longer it stayed, the hotter it became. It wasn’t hurtful but it was disturbing. I needed to rub them. It was an itch you couldn’t reach. I must have squirmed.

“You’d better get used to it. You can’t touch them,” she said with a laugh.

Something touched the bottom of my belly. It was soft at first but I could feel something stiff behind the softness. My arms were pulled forward against it. I was now in an L shape, stretched over a thick bar. I could feel movement. I felt her strap something to my thigh, just above my knee. She moved my legs apart and strapped something to my other knee. There must have been a bar between them because I could no longer close my legs together.

“Are you all right?” I heard.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good.” And she slapped my ass. It was harder than I expected and the pain lasted longer than I wanted it to. I would have liked to rub that, too.

I could hear her moving around and cabinets or doors opening and closing. Good God! Could I let her do this?

I felt something squeeze my n*****s. It was cold and didn’t release at all, it just kept getting tighter and tighter. I must have tried to pull back, because I heard, “Shelby. Behave.”

I tried to relax but something was pulling my t**s down. I almost thought of calling my safe word; it hurt a lot.

“Heavy enough?”

I gasped. “Yes, Mistress.” Breathing was getting more difficult.

I heard her laugh and something heavier dropped onto whatever was pulling my t**s.

“That will give you something to think about while I do this. Don’t move.”

I felt pricking on my arm and the feel of a needle or something sharp. Soon, there was another needle or bar right beside it, then another, then another…

I’m not sure where I went then, but my mind didn’t seem to be working. I’d forgotten to feel the pain in my breasts or the needles in my arm. Was she on the other side now? When had she moved?

“Are you flying?”

It took me a minute to translate her words.

“I think so,” I said slowly.

“Good.” She slapped my ass, jarring me just enough that whatever was hanging from my breasts started swinging back and forth.

“Does that hurt?” she asked.

Again it took me a moment to think.

“Yes.” Was that what she wanted me to say? “Yes, Mistress.”

Again she laughed. I heard her walk around behind me.

“This is very nice, too,” she said, touching my cunt. She ran her finger all around my bottom. Then there was a sharp crack as she walloped my ass. My head shook back and forth as the pain spread all over my bottom.

“Do you like that?” she asked.

What should I say?

“If you don’t know, I’ll do it again so you can decide.”

There was another, then a second…and a third in rapid succession.

“I love doing that, so you’d better like it, too,” she said ominously. “Do you like it?”

“Yes,” I finally said softly, then added “Mistress.” I heard her laugh loudly and there were three more whacks. After a moment’s pause, there were three more.

I wasn’t sure where I was. The pain in my ass and my t**s was all I was aware of. My head felt heavy. Had I been upside down too long? Good God, what was I supposed to do if I couldn’t stand this?

“Maybe you should see some of this,” she said. She unbuckled the hood and took it off. I had to blink my eyes. The room was dark but a few lights glowed around the floor. I was suspended about six feet in the air so she could reach me without having to bend over. The weight-cluster dangling from my t**s looked to be as big as a one-pound bag of sugar. She started it swinging. The pain got worse.

“Pretty?” she asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” I responded automatically. I took a breath but it was ragged, not a smooth inward flow.

She placed the hood back on my head as she chuckled.

I felt whatever I was strapped to moving again and soon, my feet were touching the floor, my arms still high above me. She was behind me, her hands on my breasts.

“Tell me, Shelby, do you have regrets?”

I had to think. Yes, I had regrets.

“Yes, Mistress,” I whispered.

“Was it something you did?” she asked.

I shook my head. “No, Mistress.”

“Something you didn’t do?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I murmured softly.

“What didn’t you do, Shelby?”

“I didn’t teach well. I failed my students.”

“Then you should be punished for that, isn’t that so?”

“Yes, Mistress.” That had become an automatic response.

I felt swishing going back and forth across my back. Little by little, they got harder and harder. It continued until it became sharp strikes of something. Good heavens, that hurt! Are there tears running down my face? I never cry. Where are these tears coming from? As hard as I tried to stop them, the tears kept coming.

The hood was removed and I felt something soft and cold wiping my face. I realized the striking across my back had stopped.

“Blow,” I heard as I felt something up against my nose. I blew. She wiped my face again.

“Feel better?” she asked as she slipped the hood back on.

I wet my lips. Yes, I did feel better. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“Are you flying?”

I had to stop and think. Where was I? What had happened?

“I think so,” I whispered.

“Good.” Then she ripped the clamps from my n*****s.

Was I screaming? The world was all red and black and white. There were no sounds, only feelings: only pain as the blood rushed back into my crushed skin. I was gasping for breath. Can I stop it? How? What was I supposed to say? Wouldn’t she stop if she saw me in anguish?

“Shhh…” I heard as something soft and cool cradled my bruised n*****s.

I was out of breath. I didn’t have words. I’m not sure I even had thoughts.

I felt the floor rising to take my weight. My feet were on the floor but I was still dangling from my hands.

“Stand upright,” I heard as she pushed me forward onto my feet.

I was dizzy, my body felt weak. I struggled to stand.

We stood there for a few minutes while I got my balance and she removed the needles from my arms

“Can you balance by yourself?” I heard. I realized that whatever had held my legs apart wasn’t there anymore. When had that been removed?

“I’m not sure,” was my response.

She chuckled softly. I felt the tension that held my arms slowly lessen and I was standing on my own feet without help.

“Do not touch your breasts yet,” I heard. Good God! I wanted to rub them as hard as I could.

She waited a moment, then unhitched my arms and led me away. Again we were on an elevator. I so wanted to rub my t**s. A couple of times I almost reached for them, but the stern “Shelby” stopped me each time. When the elevator stopped, she turned me around.

She led me out and around for another couple minutes, I heard a door close and then off came the hood.

We were in the same room where I’d started. The second light had been turned off. I reached for my n*****s and started massaging them. I noticed the tracks along my biceps. There were very neat rows of ten of them on each arm.

“Satisfied?” she asked.

I was still a little woozy.

“Yes, I think, Mistress. Thank you.”

She stepped closer and held my shoulders tightly. She kissed me on the mouth. It was a long hot kiss, with lots of tongue and passion. Immediately, I fell into it, returning it.

I smiled at her. Did she do that to all who came to be submissive to her? I doubted it.

“You are welcome to return. You have a high pain tolerance. You are a pleasure to torture.”

I had to grin.

“Put your clothes on. You may sit in the foyer for a few minutes if you wish, until you regain your balance.”

“Thank you. This was an incredible experience.” I think I enjoyed it.

She smiled. “I hope you return. There is so much more to do.”

She winked at me and walked out of the room. I stared after her. She was quite an imposing person, not much larger than me, but had that aura around her that would make her stand out in a crowd. Even in my foggy state, I could see how attractive she was.

I put my shirt, jeans, and sneakers back on and turned to open the door behind me. I was still a little dizzy so I went over and sat on the bench beside the front door.

A young woman, dressed all in black, entered the foyer with a glass of ice water. It had a slice of lemon on the rim.

“Mistress thought you needed this,” she said as she handed it to me. “Just place it on the floor when you leave.”

I thanked her and she turned and left. I sipped the water slowly as my mind started to clear. Finally, I stood. It took a moment to make sure my balance was steady but finally I walked toward the front door. I rubbed my breasts again before I went outside. Yes, I’d be back.