Mary Kay's Unusual Seduction: [ This is a work of fiction, of sorts. 28 April 2009 ]

"Wherein Mary Kay is put on the Ring in the Changing-Room"

Mary Kay's "Treatment Provider worked in the 'Corrections' industry. Mary Kay's Probation Officer had been having the usual 'permissive' problems with Mary Kay, and so he and Mary Kay's 'Treatment Provider' decided to place Mary Kay in a strict residential rehab unit to 'cure' her (expensively) of 'sex addiction.' The rehab unit and its 200 mostly female students were situated in an isolated location outside of town, nearly self-sufficient in its separation from the outside world.

Mary Kay was just a girl, gloriously fair, cuddly and delightful, with a poised, sensual and experienced athletic bronzed body.

She simply HATED their Goddamn 'rehab', and its uptight emphasis on obedience and conformity. The authoritarian 'rehab' staff reciprocated this feeling towards Mary Kay...

[1] THE CHANGING-ROOM

Mary Kay had been ordered to report to the Changing-Rooms at the Gym at ten o'clock on Friday night. All week long, Mary Kay experienced a mounting apprehension and tension as the hours and days ticked by towards that Friday night. She tried hot baths, and relaxation exercises, aromatic essences and deep breathing, and slow masturbation. Still, her imagination ran wild with images of how she might be 'severely punished' -- she had heard some truly horrifying stories from some of the other girls, who she had seen and heard whipped into sullen, broken compliance with the school's ghastly - terroristic, even - regimen.

For, in changing-rooms, people can sometimes be _forced_ to change...

Come Friday night, and Mary Kay found herself standing outside the closed doors of the gym. She could hear several older people talking in hushed tones inside the gym. Suddenly the doors flew open, and a severe-looking androgynous member of staff with short blonde hair said: "Mary Kay ! Come in here, girl! Right now!"

Mary Kay shivered; nevertheless, she stepped defiantly into the gym. She was led to the Changing-Room, where she was ordered to strip buff-naked and take a hot shower.

The assistant watched as Mary Kay undressed slowly, and stepped into the shower. Mary Kay drew the translucent shower curtain closed, but she knew she was still all too visible through the curtain. The assistant called out: "Come on, Mary Kay! Get on with it! We want you squeaky-clean for this!"

The needle-sharp points of high-pressure hot water stung her skin into aliveness: Mary Kay soaped herself up with shower-gel, and scrubbed her skin with a tough loofah sponge. Her body gleamed as the streams of hot water coursed over her taut young skin. Every pore opened wide.

She now heard the assistant say "Come out now, Mary Kay, and put your new clothes on. Right Now, girl!"

Mary Kay stepped outside the shower cubicle, her body all gleaming golden wet from the shower, to see that her clothes had been replaced with a black lace body-stocking with open back, a two-inch wide crimson velvet collar with square diamante clasp, and short white cotton socks. There were two lockable stainless-steel 2” wide mesh bracelets. There was a rough white cotton towel over the back of the chair.

Mary Kay towelled herself down under the bleak gaze of the assistant.

She then struggled into the close-fitting black lace body-stocking, pulling the black mesh smoothly around her body. She put on the white socks, and locked the glittering bracelets onto her wrists. She clasped the crimson velvet collar closely around her elegant neck.

Then she looked at herself in the full-length mirror, and was amazed at the beauty of what and whom she saw there....

The assistant led her into the main gym. It was a hot summer night.


There, at the center of the gym floor, was a kind of tubular chromed steel eight-foot-high vertical ring, with a leatherette-covered boxy saddle-like gadget (a Sybian) rising on a vertical steel pole from the base of the Ring.

Mary Kay shivered again, and stepped up to the apparatus. She was told to stand on the base of the ring, and then to raise her arms spread-eagled apart up to the high sides of the ring. The assistant fastened her wrists to either side of the ring, then told Mary Kay to move her feet wide apart: her ankles were then fastened to the base of the ring. Mary Kay was now stretched fully spread-eagled inside the ring.

[ FX: < Eager grins of anticipation lit up all around the room now! > ]

Mary Kay's smooth sun-bronzed skin gleamed under the hot, bright Klieg lights: the air was alive, and she could feel every tiny air-current as they stroked over her sensitive body. She could hear and feel the deep bass pounding of loud dance-floor music as it started up.

Another, more senior shiny black leather-clad member of staff entered the gym, and nodded approvingly at the sight of Mary Kay's voluptuous body stretched tight on the flogging-frame (for that was what it in fact was).

Mary Kay heard the androgynous voice of Vili saying to her, quietly: "You're going to remember tonight's experiences for a very, very long time, Mary Kay..."

Mary Kay strained to look ahead. She could see a low rectangular polished wood coffee-table, upon which lay an assortment of - quite intentionally - terrifying-looking devices, including whips; leather straps; flat-backed bristly hair-brushes; thin, long whippy canes of varying specifications; wooden - as well as rubber - spanking paddles; vibrators; and various other mysterious-looking items.

Also upon the table was mounted a compact video camera, pointed squarely at her: and - directly before her - a 19" LCD color video display monitor facing her.

Mary Kay could now clearly discern on the screen as many as four different camera views of her face, and her lightly-bronzed body, bound tightly to the polished-steel flogging-frame. The senior staffer mused aloud: "The direct-to-disk videos of these thrashing sessions are worth quite a lot of money to us, Mary Kay. The so-called 'Moral Majority' crowd really do get off on all this torture stuff, you should know. That must be why they're so keen on legislating physical punishments, and encouraging torture in all the prisons. Some of these politicical types pay us well just so as to attend these wicked sessions of ours! There's one of the pols here right now, watching all this. And we-all SOO! much enjoy watching the juciest clips over and over again, you should know."

Mary Kay _shook_ with anger -- she cordially HATED the idea of them gloating over her whipping, getting their jollies from watching her suffering, her pain. As indeed she was _supposed_ to hate it...

They just laughed at all that, of course.

"Typical liberal soft-headedness."

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Mary Kay now saw Vili pick up a large circumferentially-ridged thrusting vibrator, lubricating it first with Aloe Vera Gel, then he walked round behind Mary Kay, and fitted it to a mounting at the top of the saddle.

Next, she saw the staffer pick up a shorter, thinner ridged satin-chrome vibrator. This also was lubricated with Aloe Vera Gel, and - this one - dipped in ginger powder; and Mary Kay shortly felt its tip pressing insistently against the clenched and puckered entrance to her bottom, as the saddle was steadily raised between her legs. Try as she might, Mary Kay simply could not maintain closure down there.

She heard the low hum, as the powerful 1/12 horsepower quality electric motors of the Sybian sprang into life. She felt her labia being teasingly opened, and wild feelings as the vibrators were steadily forced up deep inside her.

Mary Kay felt the vibrators thrusting and pulsating in varied rhythms inside her body. She couldn't help enjoying the sensations, in spite of herself. The second vibrator inched its way remorselessly deep inside her, its rhythms blending strangely with those of the first one. She felt the mounting anal heat from the ginger.

"In the care of devils..." Mary Kay thought to herself.

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Mary Kay could feel the wild erotic sensations flooding throughout her entire body. "This is 'punishment'? she wondered, as the tingling waves of eroticism coursed through her. Then she saw Vili picking up a black Martinet, the French discipline-whip. with a black leather-wrapped rigid handle, and twelve thin two-foot-long braided whipcords. The whipcord thongs whistled through the air with a crisp 'snap' as Vili practiced a precise, swift and strong stroke...

Mary Kay tensed...

Vili walked around behind Mary Kay, and Mary Kay now heard the whipcord thongs lashing through the air several times. She couldn't stand the anxiety of the prospect of the impending impact of all those whipcord thongs; but she just had to grin and bear it anyway, as best she could.

>> THWACK!!! <<

Suddenly, the twelve braided whipcords lashed fiercely upon Mary Kay's outstretched bare back. Mary Kay's body arched within her bonds -- she could hardly move. Then, searing pain blazed across her behind. She gasped, determined not to cry out. Vili laughed out loud, and lashed three more times at Mary Kay's pert bottom, fast and hard. Mary Kay's body bucked atop the saddle. Again and again the whipcord thongs scored deeply across her taut quivering buttocks; the violent, sheeting waves of pain blended strangely agreeably, to Mary Kay's mind anyway.

The wildly erotic sensations fanned out within her from the two stroking vibrators. Vili's fingertips ran up and down the sensitive sides of Mary Kay's tense body, leaving sensitized tracks on Mary Kay's lovely smooth skin.

Vili shifted stance, and lashed Mary Kay's sides, and the side of her breasts. Mary Kay's body convulsed, and Vili duly shifted her attention to Mary Kay's other side.

Vili now picked up a two-inch wide flexible rough leather paddle with a short, stout wooden handle. The flat perforated leather strap whipped hard across Mary Kay's thighs, and Mary Kay involuntarily screamed out loud, albeit through clenched teeth. Vili and the others laughed out loud again at Mary Kay's hot tears, and Mary Kay HATED them even more for that; she HATED them ALL with a PASSION.

"I'LL KILL THEM ALL FOR THIS" Mary Kay thought to herself, savagely (whilst prudently refraining from voiceing this opinion out loud, having regard to all the circumstances...)

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Vili shifted the focus of attention to the soles of Mary Kay's feet, easing the white cotton socks off: Vili called out "You'll be getting aound twenty-four strokes of the cane on each sole of each foot down here, Mary Kay! The Saudis love these video clips especially -- they routinely sentence female prisoners there to five hundred lashes..."

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Mary Kay just could not stand it anymore. She heard herself begging Vili not to beat her again. This did not work too well, of course: the senior staffer would keep right on beating on Mary Kay's naked butt until she cried helplessly; and they would then keep it up some more until after Mary Kay had given up all hope of rescue, had completely lost it, screaming and crying and struggling, and at last -- and in total despair, with no hope of rescue, had stopped crying altogether.

[ FX: <"Broken, inside..."> ]

Simultaneously, Mary Kay felt the mightiest orgasm(s) ever beginning to mount. The vibrators thrust harder and harder, quicker and quicker, deeper and deeper into her, vibrating more and more strongly. She broke out in a wildly sexy-looking sheen of perspiration all over her upper body; her face flushed bright pink; she felt both her vaMary Kay and her rectum contracting together, repeatedly against the wild thrusts and vibrations. She breathed in deep savage gasps, spasmodically.

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All the while now, as her orgasm(s) mounted inexorably, she heard - and felt - a long, thin riding crop whistling wickedly through the air, inscribing sharp, painful fine narrow stripes arranged in precise parallel, right across her now-inflamed and quivering clenched buttocks.

Coursing waves of tingling erotic sensation surged from Mary Kay's hair-roots to the tips of her fingers and toes. Her back arched desperately against her tight bonds. Her heartbeat was racing. Perspiration broke out in great glistening beads all over Mary Kay's upper body. She hadn't felt this good since discovering the joyous art of self-pleasuring for herself, all on her own, innocently humping pillows, at the age of just six (for which she was repeatedly spanked, and hard). Her elegantly erect squared-off shoulders, and her full breasts -- nipples firmly and proudly erect, her chest and breasts, her neck and her face, now all blushed bright pink (!).

Twelve times more, the searing orgasmic blazes flashed throughout her wildly bucking, sweat-streaked body and her mind. Twelve times more, the tidal waves of blazing orgasm tore right through her, from her now loving, gentle, radiantly-smiling tearful face, right down to her tingling pointing toes.

[ FX: "DEAR GOD ALMIGHTY!!! MORE!!! MORE!!! MORE!!!" ]

-- Mary Kay screamed, right out loud now, careless of whoever might hear her, right in the middle of the most intense physical and emotional experiences of her young life...

[ FX: : "This can go on longer than you can possibly imagine, Mary Kay" ]

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Copyright Vili [2009], who wants Mary Kay to explore, and to play with very gently, and to experience an exquisitely beautiful meeting of intelligent, sensitive minds...

Vili asserts all authorial rights, copyrights and titles herein.

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