Snow Bound 04

If you are not into mild pain, and danger, you might want to skip this story.

Polly stood in the center of the living room, where Miss Evelyn had left her. Her clothes were lying on the floor where she'd laid them. The young submissive stared at the bullwhip. She was filled with fear mixed with sexual excitement. The pretty 20 year old could feel the sting of the whip on her sensitive nipples.

Evelyn had popped each of the girl's nipples with a single pop before helping Lola put Toy into the car.

Polly had witnessed Toy's punishment first hand. She watched as the sexy rancher repeatedly struck the strung up young man with the bullwhip.

Toy's face was filled with terror, as well as lust, and the need to be punished. With each stroke of the whip, he would jerk, and whimper into the bit between his teeth. His penis was hard as a steel rod.

Polly had stood in shock as Miss Lola knelt before Toy, and sucked the young man's cock during his punishment. The frightened girl watched in fear and astonishment as Miss Evelyn wrapped the whip's leather popper around the young man's erect penis while Miss Lola sucked on the head. Her eyes were glued to the boy's throbbing cock as he filled his Mistress' mouth with his sperm.

Miss Lola had slid the monster into her throat, and tapped his hip, giving him permission to cum.

Polly could see the young man's throbbing dick stretching Miss Lola's throat muscles as he shot his cum into her waiting belly. She could see the older woman's throat pulsate with each shot of Toy's sperm.

Miss Evelyn had struck the young man numerous times. Yet, somehow she never once drew blood from the hanging submissive.

Polly couldn't help but feel turned on by the display. In spite of her fear, the young submissive discovered that she wanted to know what it felt like to be struck by the dangerous weapon. The pretty brunette turned so that she faced Miss Evelyn, exposing her body to the dominant rancher. She gave her employer a pleading look, inviting the woman to strike her with the instrument.

Evelyn recognized the hunger in the girl's eyes, and mouthed the words don't move. She then struck the girl once on each nipple.

As Polly waited for Miss Evelyn to return, she lowered her gaze to her hardened nipples and gasped.

The red marks from the whip strikes were beginning to darken, turning her nipples from their normal pink color, to a dark shade of red. The areoles around her nipples were also turning a dark shade of red.

Polly stole a quick glance towards the door that led into the kitchen. Satisfied that Miss Evelyn was still outside helping Miss Lola with Toy, She reached up with her middle fingers and lightly stroked her tender nipples.

Pain shot through the pretty girl's nipples. In spite of the pain, the girl continued to caress her sensitive nipples for a minute. Polly knew it was foolish to stand there and let Miss Evelyn strike her nude body with the whip, but the feeling of being helpless, and under someone else's control excited the young woman in ways that she couldn't understand. That the whip could have seriously injured her made the dangerous game that much more thrilling.

The fact that Miss Evelyn had given her two strikes with the bullwhip excited the girl even more.

Polly had wanted a third strike from the whip, but Miss Evelyn had refused. Polly's gaze returned to the bullwhip lying on the table. She then directed her gaze to the rope still slung over the center beam.

Would Miss Evelyn string her up, and use the bullwhip on her? Would she cause Polly pain and pleasure with that terrifying weapon?

Polly was torn between her fear of being injured, and the raw emotion caused by the strikes of the whip. She knew that if she continued to live here, Miss Evelyn would eventually want to string her up and use her for target practice. Polly also knew she wouldn't be able to refuse.

Miss Evelyn is Mistress of the house. If she wanted to flog Polly with the bullwhip as she hung from the center beam, then Polly would take her flogging.

The young woman's pussy began to throb as she thought about her circumstances. She was helpless and unable to stop Miss Evelyn from using her as she saw fit. Polly knew in her heart that she was meant to be here. She was meant to submit herself to this whip wielding Dominatrix.

A woman like Miss Evelyn was exactly what the young submissive wanted and needed. She would control Polly, and make the girl submit completely to her will. She would make Polly feel completely helpless. She would also make Polly feel loved and needed.

Polly would fulfill all of Miss Evelyn's needs as best she could. She would be Miss Evelyn's submissive lover, house keeper, friend, target, and whatever else the beautiful rancher needed.

Polly absently slid the middle finger of her right hand across her clit. She shuddered as she caressed her engorged clit.

Would Miss Evelyn strike her clit?

Polly shuddered at the thought of having her pussy struck by the whip.

The sound of the back door opening caused Polly to jump in fright.

Miss Evelyn was returning.

Polly jerked her hand away from her pussy. She considered getting dressed, but quickly dismissed the idea. She had not been given permission to put her clothes back on. Her eyes kept darting from the whip to the rope.

As Miss Evelyn entered the room, Polly quickly lowered her gaze to the floor.

Evelyn smiled in satisfaction when she saw that the young submissive hadn't moved from her spot. She decided to give the pretty girl her first test. Remembering what Polly had said during dinner, Evelyn picked up the coiled whip. She hefted the weapon, enjoying the familiar feel of the leather against the palm of her right hand. She then turned to her new employee.

Polly felt her heart racing with fear, as she waited to see what would happen next. She began to imagine her own body strung up from the center beam as Miss Evelyn used her for target practice. Her pussy began to twitch with sexual excitement.

"Polly, I have a favor to ask of you."

"What favor is that, Miss Evelyn?" Polly half expected the woman to say she wanted to string her up and whip her.

"Earlier you mentioned that you thought Brandy was holding targets in her hands and mouth during our practice sessions."

The young sub's heart began to pound in her chest. "I remember, Miss Evelyn." The frightened girl's voice cracked as she answered the sexy Dom. "It hadn't occurred to me that you were hitting her with the whip."

Evelyn could see the fear mixed with hunger in the girl's pretty face. "Although I do enjoy using the whip against the tender flesh of a beautiful young woman, I would like to try a little target practice on hand and mouth held targets. Would you mind acting as my lovely assistant?"

Polly leveled her gaze on the beautiful rancher. Her expression echoed the fear she was feeling. "You want to cut targets out of my mouth?"

Evelyn recognized the fear the young woman was experiencing. She approached Polly. Reaching out, the sexy rancher caressed the girl's cheek. "Polly, I would never make you do anything you don't want to do. But it would give me an opportunity to practice my whip control. Would you mind acting as my assistant?"

Polly raised her gaze to meet Evelyn's. "What would you use for targets?" She asked pensively.

Evelyn thought about that for a moment. "I've seen wild west bullwhip acts in the past. The assistant usually holds foot long strips of folded paper in their hands, and between their teeth. We could fold up several sheets of writing paper to use as targets. You could hold the strips of paper in your hands and between your teeth while I cut them up."

The idea of having paper strips cut out of her hands didn't frighten the young submissive too much. But the thought of holding targets between her teeth as Miss Evelyn cut them mere inches from her face terrified the young woman. Polly wanted to refuse. She wanted to get dressed and drive back to Miss Lola's place. But as she gazed at the sexy dominatrix standing there with the whip, Polly knew she could never leave.

Evelyn truly was what Polly needed in her life. The raven haired rancher was powerful, and commanding. She could control Polly like no one else could. She would be the perfect mistress for the young submissive.

The young submissive decided that perhaps Miss Evelyn might be impressed enough to take her as her bottom if she did a good enough job. Polly took a deep breath before responding. "Yes Miss Evelyn. I would be honored to act as your assistant for whip practice. You can cut as many targets out of my hands and mouth as you want." Polly glanced at the hanging rope.

"Does the rope frighten you?" Evelyn asked.

"A little, Miss Evelyn," Polly replied.

"You're curious if I plan to string you up and use you for whip practice, aren't you."

Polly's cheeks turned bright red. She slowly nodded her head.

"Does the idea of being strung up and whipped frighten you?"

Polly once again nodded. She lowered her gaze to the floor.

"The thought of being whipped does more than frighten you, doesn't it?"

Polly hesitated before responding. "I don't know why, but the thought of being strung up, and then whipped both terrifies and excites me. I've never felt like this before. These feelings are confusing me. Please forgive me for sounding so foolish."

Evelyn reached out, and lifted Polly's chin. Gazing into the frightened girl's eyes, she said, "There's nothing to forgive. It's in your nature to submit to someone like myself. It's natural for you to want to please me, even if it means being receiving pain."

Tears began running down the girl's cheeks. "Thank you for understanding. Other than Miss Lola, I've never really had someone in my life who understands how I feel before."

"You are very welcome, sweetie." Evelyn leaned forward and briefly kissed the frightened woman on the lips.

The pretty submissive gave her employer a smile of gratitude.

"Polly, at some point in the future, I just might string you up, and let you taste the bite of my whip. But for now, we'll practice with paper targets. There is a notebook on the desk in my study. We can make as many targets as we need, and then we will begin." Evelyn turned and headed for the study.

Polly stepped away from her clothes, not giving them a second thought.

Evelyn led the nude girl into the study. She laid the whip on the desk, and picked up the notebook. Evelyn tore out half the sheets of writing paper, and then handed them to Polly. She then tore out the top sheet for herself.

"The best way to fold them is across the sides. We will fold them until they make half inch wide strips." Evelyn folded up the sheet of paper, to show Polly how it should be done.

Polly folded a sheet as she'd seen Miss Evelyn do it. Her hands trembled with fear, but somehow she managed to make a suitable target. She held it up for Miss Evelyn's inspection. "Is this right, Miss Evelyn?"

Evelyn nodded. "That's perfect."

Ten minutes later the two had folded enough targets to use. They then took the targets into the living room, and laid them on the table that sat beneath the big bay window.

Evelyn laid the bullwhip next to the paper targets.

Polly was very aware that she was standing in the bay window without any clothes on. She also knew that with it being dark outside, anyone driving by would be able to see her nude form.

Evelyn pulled the rope up until it was high above, and out of the way. She pulled the rest of the rope through the large hook mounted in the side wall.

Polly stood next to the bay window, and waited for her employer to prepare the room. She stole a quick glance at the whip. The pretty submissive was very aware of the fact that if Miss Evelyn missed, while cutting a target from her mouth, that her face could be permanently scarred. She trembled involuntarily.

Evelyn finished preparing the room. She then returned to the bay window. Picking up several targets, Evelyn handed them to the frightened girl. The powerful rancher picked up the whip in her left hand. She then took Polly by the hand and led her to the spot directly beneath the dangling rope. "Polly, you need to stand here, with your body turned sideways to me. We will start out by cutting targets from your hand. I will cut several pieces of paper from each target. When you feel the target is short enough drop the remaining piece of paper on the floor, and then hold out another target."

Polly nodded her understanding.

Evelyn reached up and stroked the young woman on the cheek with the coiled bullwhip. She did this to assert her dominance to the girl. "Are you ready to begin?"

Polly had not missed the gesture with the whip. She could feel her stomach fluttering as if she had swallowed a thousand butterflies. "Yes Mistress, I mean Miss Evelyn."

Evelyn wanted to grab the girl, and take her right there, but she resisted the temptation.

Polly was obviously ready to be taken by Evelyn.

But Evelyn wanted to make the girl work for her place in their lives. To just hand it to Polly would have meant denying the girl her right earn her place as Evelyn's submissive.

Evelyn turned and strode across the room to her usual spot. She turned to face her target. "Alright Polly, hold up the first target."

Polly took a target from her left hand and held it out until her right arm was fully extended. Her hand was trembling slightly, but she managed to hold still.

Evelyn judged the distance she'd need to be to cut the paper. Taking a small step forward she drew the whip back. "Polly it is very important that you don't move. Is that clear?"

"Yes Miss Evelyn." Polly's lower lip had started to tremble. Earlier she was sure that holding the paper targets in her hand wouldn't be a problem. After all she had taken two strikes across her nipples less than a half hour earlier.

But while they were making the targets, Evelyn explained that in order to cut through the folded sheets of paper she would need to use a little more force with the whip.

That meant the practice session would be more dangerous than when she whipped Toy earlier.

If Evelyn missed, she would cut Polly's hand. Even more terrifying was the idea that if she missed while Polly was holding a target between her teeth; flesh would most likely be ripped from her pretty face.

Evelyn drew the whip back. She sent the dangerous weapon arcing towards the target in the frightened young woman's hand.

The popper on the end of the whip snapped as it cut through the paper target.

Polly gasped, yet somehow managed to hold still.

A two inch strip of paper flew through the air, before falling to the floor.

"Are you alright?" Evelyn asked.

Polly's heart was pounding so hard that she could feel it in her chest. "I'm alright Miss Evelyn."

"Shall we continue?"

Polly swallowed hard before nodding her consent. Her nude body was visibly shaking.

Evelyn drew the whip back and swung a second time.

Polly stiffened her body in anticipation of the next crack.

The whip cut the paper target cleanly in half, leaving a much shorter target for the next swing.

Polly didn't drop the target. Even though less than six inches of the paper was all that was left, the frightened young woman still held it out for her employer.

A warm smile crossed Evelyn's face as she took in the sight of her frightened target. She knew in her heart that Polly would hold the paper up until she told the girl to drop it, even if only an inch was sticking out of her hand.

Taking a risk, Evelyn snapped the target again, leaving a half inch of paper sticking out.

Polly stared at the remaining piece of paper. Her heart began to beat faster.

Evelyn decided to increase the risk to their game. "Polly, hold up another target. This time hold it so your elbow is at your side, and the target is level with your tummy."

"Yes Miss Evelyn," Polly replied as she dropped the remaining paper on the floor. She took another target from her left hand, and held it out as instructed.

Evelyn struck the fresh target, cutting the paper cleanly in half.

Polly felt her heart skip a beat as the whip flew past her face. Her pussy walls tightened because of the dangerous game.

Evelyn drew her arm back and sent the whip's popper flying towards the remaining strip of paper.

Polly steeled her trembling form as the whip passed her field of vision. She saw the whip slice through the target. A little over an inch of the target was all that was left sticking out of her right hand.

"You can use another target if you want, Polly," Evelyn said. "We have plenty."

Polly continued to hold the paper out. She knew that what she was doing increased the risk of being struck, but the thrill of standing there in the line of fire was greatly affecting the pretty submissive. She was becoming turned on by the dangerous game.

Evelyn wanted to laugh. "Polly, I said you can use a fresh target if you like."

Polly stared at the paper like she was holding a snake. "There is still a little paper left Miss Evelyn." Her voice was trembling as much as her body. "There's no sense in wasting it."

Evelyn chuckled as she drew her arm back, and let the whip fly.

The remaining strip of paper flew into the air, as the whip cut it in two.

Only then did Polly drop the piece of paper.

"Polly, I want you to bend over at the waist. Place your hand between your legs so that the paper target sticks out from behind your bottom."

The frightened young woman did as instructed. She pressed her fist against her clit to steady the paper. The pressure of Polly's fist against her clit increased her sexual need tenfold.

Evelyn took in the sight of the pretty girl bent over at the waist with the paper sticking out.

The smooth flesh of Polly's round bottom made a tempting target.

Evelyn decided it was time to give the girl a real test. She drew back her arm and snapped the whip forward. In one quick snap, the popper cut the paper in two leaving only an inch still visible to the sexy rancher.

Polly felt the force of the whip's snap against her bottom and pussy lips. Her pussy juices began to flow down her inner thighs. The young submissive felt like she could cum at any second.

"The target is very short. You might want to use another. If I miss, I'll hit your pretty bottom."

Polly held still. "You won't miss."

Evelyn laid the whip on a nearby table. She then strode to her pretty target. Stepping in front of Polly, she forced the girl to straighten up.

Polly withdrew her hand from between her legs.

Evelyn took the paper and dropped it to the floor. "Sweetie, it's alright if you use another target. We have plenty."

Polly gazed up at the taller woman. Tears had begun flowing down her cheeks. "I'll do whatever you ask Miss Evelyn. Ask me anything, and I'll do it. I want to please you more than anything. If you strike my bottom then I will hold the paper so that you can try again. Please Miss Evelyn, use me as you desire. Let me please you."

Evelyn drew the nude girl into her arms. She gazed into the sub's soft eyes. She had found the right girl after all. Reaching up, she caressed the soft skin of Polly's left cheek. "What would please more than anything is if you called me Mistress?"

Polly couldn't believe what she was hearing.

This incredible dominatrix was asking her to become her submissive.

Polly would know the joy of belonging to Miss Evelyn. Her heart soared with joy. "Yes Mistress."

Evelyn leaned down and pressed her lips against Polly's trembling lips. She slipped her tongue between Polly's open lips, and into her mouth.

Polly whimpered at the feel of Mistress' tongue exploring her mouth.

Evelyn caressed the young girl's buttocks with her calloused hands as her tongue caressed Polly's teeth.