The QTip Punishment

Chapter One “Please, Emma.” “Please what, Arthur?” she asked without bothering to look up. “Please, Emma, I know you aren’t into my slave fantasies, but couldn’t you do this just this once?” he asked plaintively. “Remind me again what ‘this’ is, Arthur,” she responded, pulling off her reading glasses and looking up from her book. “You know. Pretend to be my Mistress and take me to this place called ‘The Ranch’ that I found. It caters to women who live with their husbands as their slaves.” “Real slaves?” Emma asked disbelievingly. “I…I’m not sure. Some of them maybe. It doesn’t matter. I could be your slave,” he said hopefully. “But you’re not my slave, Arthur, you’re my husband,” she pointed out. “I know, honey, but I’m asking you to pretend just this once.” “I don’t like that game and you know it.” “But you will like it there, I promise. Please, Emma, please,” he begged. “For Christ’s sake, Arthur, I’m trying to read.” “But you really will like it there,” he repeated. She put her book in her lap and looked at him. He wasn’t ever going to give it a rest until she heard him out. “Okay,” she said wearily, “tell me about this place and exactly why I will like it.” “It’s a very secluded ranch where we would go for a week,” he enthused. “You will be pampered, fed, wined and dined for the whole week. It’s like a spa for women with men to massage you, feed you, bathe you and entertain you. I would get to be your slave, kept naked and made to serve you and anyone else that you wanted me to. You will be slathered in attention and I will get to act out my fantasy of being your slave. I know you will like it, please, Emma, please say you’ll go.” “Fed, pampered, massaged, and taken care of for a whole week…sounds kind of interesting but what about the slave part?” she asked. “I’m not exactly sure about everything that goes on there because they are very secretive. I think that you would just have to pretend when we were with the other guests. You wouldn’t have to really do anything but keep me naked and on a leash by your side, or leave me chained up somewhere while you enjoy yourself,” he said. “And, if I agree, when would we go?” “Um, I uh, I…” he stammered. “Spit it out, Arthur,” she demanded. “Well, um uh we could leave right now,” he said. “My, my, we have been busy, haven’t we?” she chuckled. “How is it that we can leave now?” “I have been e-mailing them and they know your name. They said we could come any time and stay for as long as we like,” he said. “What do we have to do in order to leave right now?” she asked. “Just pack a bag with the clothes you will want for a week away,” he said, “and send them an e-mail that we are on our way.” “And you, no bag for you?” “Um, uh, just the collar and leash from my toy box and um, that’s it,” he responded. “Okay,” she said softly. “Okay? Okay? You really mean it, we can go?” he asked excitedly. “Yes, I mean it. I’m sick of your constant whining about this slave thing. I think the whole idea is incredibly stupid but maybe it’s time to let you have your little fling. Pack my bag and let me know when you are ready,” she said turning back to her book. Arthur was possessed. He raced through the house picking out clothes, nightgowns, lacy underwear, swimsuits, shoes and her makeup bag. His wife, at forty, was still a beauty by any man’s standards. She was medium height but compelling, with curly red hair, green eyes, a beautiful long face and a roman nose that suited it. She liked to dress up and she liked to look sexy so he made sure that he had some great outfits packed for her. Next he stripped off his clothing, locked a wide studded collar on his neck, grabbed the dog leash and hurried down the stairs to where she was still reading. His c**k was fully engorged and he was feeling that first flush of forbidden pleasure and dread that the beginning of a situation like this always caused. Glancing at his d**k Emma remarked, “We are certainly worked up, aren’t we, Arthur?” Falling to his knees in front of her he said deferentially, “Yes, Mistress.” “Save that crap for when there are others around, Arthur. I told you I really don’t like this game,” she said distastefully. “It’s obvious that I’m driving so, if we’re ready, put my bag in the car and tell me how to get there.” Placing her bag in the backseat Arthur gave her the map quest e-mail with directions to the ‘Ranch’, climbed into the back and knelt down on the floor. “Is that how you are traveling?” she asked. “Yes, Mistress, I mean yes, dear, as they will expect me to be naked and in some subservient position like this when we arrive,” he explained. She looked at him with a disbelieving look on her face but held her tongue. “All you need to do when we get to the gate,” he continued, “is park, pull me out by my leash, grab your bag, lead me to the entrance and knock on the door. Then just pretend I’m your slave and treat me accordingly.” “Sounds exceptionally stupid to me but if this is what I have to do to get you to stop bugging me then so be it,” she murmured. “However, if this place isn’t as much fun for me as you said we will not be staying.” The drive took three hours with one stop for gas. During the stop Arthur crouched down in shame, fearing exposure. It turned him on to be in such a vulnerable position. His p***s was aching and crying for relief. He began to masturbate as they left the gas station to relieve some of the pressure but when Emma heard him she spoke up. “Stop that, Arthur,” she said crossly. I don’t want a mess on my mat and besides I’m probably going to want you tonight and I don’t want you all worn out.” *** At dusk she turned into a long drive that ended at a ten foot high stone fence topped with razor-wire that stretched off in both directions as far as she could see. Parking the car in the lot, along with twenty others, she opened the back door, picked up her bag, grasped the leash and led her husband on all fours to the solid door in the otherwise unbroken wall. Her knock was immediately answered by a woman in her forties who looked like a prison warden. She had a severe face with her hair in a bun. She was solidly built but not fat and was dressed in a blue blouse and blue skirt with calf-length black boots. Around her waist was a belt that contained a whip, handcuffs, a cattle prod and a stun gun. “Emma Pearson?” the woman asked. “Yes, I’m Emma,” replied Emma. “I’m Hilda,” she said, “and this is your slave I see, what do you call it?” Emma was at a loss for words, flushing with embarrassment. This was supposed to be a game. She hadn’t thought about how to act, or names and her asshole husband, lost in his own fantasy, hadn’t bothered to brief her on things like this. It made her angry but she pushed it aside. “Um, uh, I…I just call him slave,” she responded. “We have a lot of those here,” laughed Hilda, “how about we call the little worm ‘faggot’ for the time you are here. We don’t have a slave using the name ‘faggot’ right now.” “That’s fine,” said Emma. Taking the leash from Emma, Hilda dragged Arthur inside, slammed and locked the door and then pulled him into a room that was furnished with some cabinets and a very low metal table. “Up on the table, ‘faggot’,” Hilda ordered. Arthur was in heaven. His dream was coming true. Here he was, naked, on his hands and knees, collared, leashed and being ordered around by a very stern looking, no-nonsense, demanding woman. His d**k was distended to epic proportions and his feelings were threatening to overwhelm his ability to think rationally. This was what it was all about! Hilda looked at him carefully and then shook her head sadly. She turned to Emma with a strange look on her face and a questioning look in her eyes. “You don’t keep his c**k locked up?” she asked perplexedly. “Um, no,” Emma replied haltingly. “How ever do you control him?” asked Hilda forcefully. “He uh, he…he obeys or…or else,” stammered Emma while harboring further angry thoughts about how the asshole should have foreseen this also. “I think it’s a good thing you came here,” purred Hilda, “as we are going to be a big help to you. We don’t allow any swinging d***s here except on the few fortunate slaves who serve as escorts and then only when they are actually needed for service.” Hilda moved to one of the cabinets and retrieved several items that she placed on the table in front of Arthur. To his horror he could see that one of them was a very secure looking chastity belt and the other looked like a shock collar for a small dog. His mind couldn’t quite grasp what the purpose of the shock collar could be, but the chastity belt struck fear and panic into his very core. The whole point of this game was to get his rocks off later when he was alone with his wife, which wouldn’t be possible unless she had a key to the infernal device. Hilda was amused and a bit turned on by the play of raw emotions in Arthur’s face. It wasn’t often that she had the pleasure of dealing with what appeared to be a rank novice slave who had no idea of the magnitude of suffering that he was going to endure at the Ranch. Her panties were sopping wet, her face was flushed and she found her breathing was quite shallow. This was going to be fun! Without preamble she removed the cattle prod from her belt, placed it on his nut sack and pulled the trigger. It had its usual result of doubling the poor wretch into a fetal position and eliciting a piercing scream from his lips. Her body was almost orgasmic at this sight. It was way too good to waste so she crammed her hand into her panties and blasted off to heaven. Emma was speechless. Her husband was writhing in agony and this virtual stranger was almost comatose from the force of her self-induced orgasm because of it. After Hilda recovered a little, she picked up the chastity belt and crammed it on Arthur’s now seriously deflated p***s, followed by the shock collar. She locked both in place with sturdy looking locks and stepped back to survey her handiwork. “Doesn’t that just get your juices flowing every time?” she asked Emma with a huge smile on her face. Emma, still at a loss for words, just nodded her head and watched her husband who was now obviously shaking in terror. “Serves him right,” she thought, “for not filling me in better on what was expected here. Hilda must think I’m an inexperienced boob.” “Back up on all fours!” shouted Hilda. Returning to all fours Arthur couldn’t stop trembling. He hadn’t expected such an unfeeling display of brutality. The woman was obviously a total sadist who got intense s****l pleasure from her acts of cruelty. He needed to let Emma know that this woman wasn’t normal. “I could see you wondering about that dog shock collar,” Hilda laughed. “It’s to insure that worms like you can’t leave here when you find out just how severe, cruel, brutal, and ruthless we are and just how miserable your life here will be. There is an invisible fence completely around this property that will fry your jewels off if you are stupid enough to try to leave.” Arthur listened in disbelief. There was an invisible fence? “One more thing before we meet the others for cocktails,” continued Hilda as she handed a sheet of paper to Emma, “you need to check off any limits he has on this form so we don’t force him into anything that he hasn’t agreed to as a condition of slavery.” Emma picked up the form which had all kinds of perverse acts on it. She didn’t know what to do. The stupid s**t hadn’t warned her about limits. She had no idea about limits. He hadn’t said anything. Handing the form back she said blithely, “Oh, he has no limits.” Arthur was horrified. What could she be thinking of? Hadn’t she looked at the form? There were surely things on there that no one in their right mind would agree to. Of course he had limits. He started to turn to say something when Hilda, sensing that he was about to speak and also realizing the colossal mistake that had just been made by Emma, calmly put the cattle prod to his nuts again and gave him another jolt. Any thought of speaking vanished as his world dissolved and he collapsed again writhing in pain.