Chapter 39: Petra’s Lost Wager Pay-Up

After Saturday’s session with Georgina in the cellar, I was now all geared up to have Petra finally pay up on the wager I won a few weeks ago when she gave me my unexpected birthday present and I was able to make her cum within 10 minutes using my oral skills.

I’ll ask her tomorrow morning when she shows up for her weekly cleaning session, but I also wanted to use this session with Petra to finally get Beth to do something about the paintings depicting BDSM scenes she had promised Tanja for display in the club. I didn’t think Petra would object to posing for drawings or paintings, she didn’t object to being photographed in the nude before, the question was of course if she would be available in the evening and if Beth was as well. Only one way to find out: call them.

After a long ten or so rings, Beth picked up, “Hello Beth, Lew,”

“Hi, Lew what’s up so late on a Sunday evening?”

“I’ve been thinking how I could help you to finally get those paintings or drawings you promised to Tanja done; there are two possibilities. I can do another similar session with you like the one we used to convince you to do the exhibit, or I could propose an alternative and a perhaps less frustrating way for you to do this.”

“Although in the end, I must confess I very much liked the way you convinced me for the exhibit, I’m open to other suggestions. Do tell, you’re making me curious.”

“Tomorrow night, I hope to have a two-hour session with Petra in the club, why and how is not important ... Though it’s not a secret so you may as well know, I had a bet with her and she lost, so she now owes me this two-hour total submission session in the cellar. I was thinking this might be a good opportunity for you to get some good sketches which you can then turn into the long-overdue paintings for Tanja.”

“Who is Petra, and what was this bet about? I bet it had to do with sex.”

“Oh, you don’t know her. She’s my Polish cleaning lady. She’s got a smashing body: she used to dabble in bodybuilding and even won a few contests when she was younger. She doesn’t mind posing, clothed or otherwise ... and why do you always think when I make bets it has to do with sex?”

“Hey I know you, mister, let’s say that 95% of what you do or bet about has to do with sex, so come on spill the beans what was this bet with her all about - that you could last more than half an hour staying hard without cumming while she sucked you?”

“No, not really, if you must know, one day I bet her I could make her come in less than 10 minutes with my mouth.”

“You don’t say. That’s a bet I would definitely like to take with you as well, but I’d love to lose it.”

“Keep on dreaming girl, from you I know upfront I will win, there would be no challenge.”

“Spoilsport!”

“OK, but what about it, are you game? Provided I can convince Petra to go for this extra, which was not part of the bet, so there might be a model fee involved.”

“If you think you can convince this Petra of yours, I’m OK with it, and I’m willing to pay her a model fee. I’ve been trying to get Tanja off my back for a long time on this subject but she doesn’t relent, so maybe I should finally give in to her and get it done, even if it costs me some money. If we do it this way, at least I won’t have an audience while I’m sketching or painting with just the three of us in the club. So OK, count me in, just let me know when I need to be there. Oh before I forget, will you be taking pictures as well?”

“Yes, I will.”

“Great they could be useful later when I do the actual paintings. It always helps to have sketches and photos of the subject.”

I needed to make one final call, to Tanja to ask if it was OK for us to do what we wanted to do that evening.

“Hi Tanja, I’ve finally convinced Beth to make a start on these paintings she promised you...”

“You did? How did you do that?”

“To make a long story short, my cleaning lady owes me a 2 hour total surrender session in the cellar and I convinced Beth to use her as a model for the paintings, and believe it or not Beth agreed knowing she would have a live model to work with.”

“Wonderful, but how did you get your cleaning lady to agree to 2 hours of total surrender?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“OK, I get it, so you want to use the cellar for 2 hours tonight, from what time?”

“Sevenish?”

“OK no problem, you’ll come through your own private door?”

“Of course.”

“You know the rules, you leave it like you found it”

“Yes dear, don’t worry, it’s after all my cleaning lady.”

“OK, well have fun and thanks for convincing Beth to finally start with those paintings.”

“Thanks Tanja, and I’m sorry I don’t owe you one for this, we do it after all for you paintings.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, bye Lew,” after which she put the phone down.

“Petra comes at 8 tomorrow morning and I’ll ask her straightaway - expect a call from me shortly after.”

“Excellent, talk to you tomorrow then.”

Like clockwork, Petra rang my bell Monday morning at 8 and I let her in. When she came up to the apartment, I asked her if she had anything going on after work.

No, she said she was free, so I asked her if she was willing to pay up for her lost wager of a few weeks ago that evening.

“To be honest, I was hoping you would have forgotten about it,” she said with a shy smile.

“Sorry dear but I never forget a bet I’ve won. The club is closed tonight, so how about you pay up then?”

“If I must.”

“Don’t worry you’ll enjoy it, I promise. There is one small detail though, I won’t be alone.”

“What do you mean, you won’t be alone? Will somebody else join you in torturing me?”

“No, nobody else will be there to torture you, I’ll probably be the only one tickling your strings, but there will be someone to make sketches to be turned into paintings. If you’re OK with that there will probably even be a modeling fee involved, so you’ll not only enjoy yourself, but you may even make some money as well.”

“I’m not a prostitute Lew!” she said, sounding rather angry.

“The fee you will get has nothing to do with prostitution Petra, you will be paid as a painter’s or photographer’s model.”

“I see, OK, then that sounds acceptable - I don’t want to be looked upon as a prostitute.”

“Believe me Petra you are not, you are too dear to me for that, so is it OK if I call the painter and tell her you agree?”

“Yes, who is the painter by the way? Anybody, I know?”

“It’s Bethany.”

“I still love that painting of hers you bought for me, but I had no idea she did those kinds of paintings as well?”

“She promised Tanja to do some BDSM painting for the clubhouse and has been putting it off, a bit like you with this bet you lost, so now the both of you can finally do what you are supposed to do, and you can do it together. No strangers during the session, but someone you are accustomed to, after all, she has already seen your pussy when she weeded your pleasure garden, remember?”

“Yes she did and I’m still happy I had that done, she is ever so gentle.”

“Well then think of your session with me as a visit to the beauty parlor for a Brazilian, it hurts while it’s being done but the reward afterwards is just great.”

“You can talk birds out of a tree can’t you?”

“So I’m told darling, now go about your business, see you for lunch? And when you get home after work, rest up so you look bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this evening.”

“And will these paintings then be exhibited in the club?”

“That’s the idea.”

“And will I be recognizable?”

“That entirely depends on you; it’s your call whether your face will be discernable or more blurred, or we can give you a mask to wear or Beth can paint one on. You need to let her know what you want.”

“Mmmhmm I’ll think about it, I’ll let you and Beth know tonight shall I?”

“Yes dear, tonight is fine, Beth will ask you the question anyway.”

The day took its course as Mondays usually do with some laundry, some reading: partly purely technical stuff about cameras and photo techniques but also the odd story on WLPC. I love to read erotic or BDSM stories, they sometimes give me good ideas on e.g. what I might do with Petra tonight. Don’t forget I’m still learning all this BDSM stuff. As happens regularly when I’m home I had lunch together with Petra, over our time together, she had told me about her life in Poland before she came to Belgium. She was very meticulous in telling everything in chronological order, we had arrived at the time when she’d turned 18, in fact exactly in the middle of her current life, and about eight years before she came to our lovely country.

“My 18^th birthday was a real turning point in my life, I left home and finally became a free woman.”

“What do you mean free woman, you were not enslaved or anything were you?”

“No not exactly, but my family was very religious and dictated a very austere lifestyle when I compared my life to that of my friends at school. I felt oppressed, by all the little rules, and the clothes I was, or wasn’t allowed to wear. I could well have been a nun living in a convent but I wanted more out of life. I was very good at gymnastics, I was extremely flexible and I wanted to develop my body. I had been reading secretly about bodybuilding and developed a keen interest in the sport. I was also listening to Western music - don’t forget we just came out of a Communist regime in those days and were discovering what the West had to offer. I heard the Queen song, ‘I Want to Break Free’ and that’s what I wanted as well. I had no idea it was about something entirely different but the words inspired me the break free from my family and the religious oppression.”

“So you were a real rebel then?”

“Yes, I was. I signed up in a bodybuilding club and quickly found a coach who took me under his wing, aside from the other things he took from me.”

“Did he take your money?”

“No, he took my virginity, barely 3 months after he started coaching me. At least he had the decency to always use a condom when he had sex with me, or else I would have become pregnant pretty soon. Well for the first few months anyway, after that he introduced me to birth control. In the beginning, it was all very exciting, but after a while, it became boring, always the same thing, missionary, missionary, and more missionary.”

“I see and tonight, if you wish, your second visit to the world of BDSM?”

“Yes, I’m really looking forward to it, but at the same time I’m afraid.”

“That’s a big part of the game dear, the fear of what will happen to you and what pain or pleasure you will be subjected to, and how it will affect your body. It can be addictive sometimes, for the Dom as well as the sub. I ran an experiment the other day with my former Tai massage girl Mila and Jada, my student working parttime in the shop. For Mila, it was the first time she was subjected to BDSM, and I let her play the role of a sub as well as a dom. She proved the theory that being put in charge sometimes makes you go overboard.”

“How is that? What happened?”

“Well, first I had Jada flog her and then allowed her to flog Jada in turn. At the start it was OK, but after a while, she became rather vicious and if I hadn’t stopped her she would have continued and beaten Jada within an inch of her life. She was very surprised when I confronted her with her behavior afterwards, not expecting that she would take it that far.”

“I sure hope you won’t get carried away tonight.”

“Fear not, I’ve got myself very well under control, besides hurting women is totally against my nature, I always get complaints I’m far too soft for fetish play, so your hide is safe with me. But please tell me more about your bodybuilding career.”

“Oh yes where was I?”

“You fled home, and got involved with this bodybuilding coach who took your virginity after 3 months and kept on using you.”

“After 6 months I began to participate in small local competitions, slowly climbing up from being last the first time I participated, to bronze, silver, and finally gold medals. Within a year I was on the stages of national competitions, ready to jump to international contests, and that’s when it started to go wrong. When you’re at that level it takes more to get ahead than just practice, you need to take stuff to build supernatural muscles.”

“You mean steroids?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean, in the top competitions it’s mostly fake and to be able to pay for all this stuff, some of it illegal of course, you need to do things I was not prepared to do. I saw girls who began to pose in the nude and from there it’s just a tiny step into pornography, and that’s where I drew the line. Sex with my coach, OK, but being filmed having sex with God knows who or sex with influential people to win that special contest, no thank you. I bailed out. I love to have sex, believe me, but that was a bridge too far...”

“I know that you love to have sex dear, and you’re very good at it, but I know the difference between having sex with a person you like and having sex with a person you abhor to obtain something you may not even want in the first place.”

“Yes I learned that my coach was making some serious money off my back, so in the end, he also took my money, which you thought he did in the first place.”

“What happened then?”

“I got married to another bodybuilder I had met on the circuit, but by that time I was turning 28 and had my fill of the bodybuilding world. During some of the competitions we had the chance to visit more Western European countries, we even went to the States twice. When we saw how people live here, we didn’t have to think very long before deciding to emigrate, and since we didn’t want to go to one of the big countries in Western Europe or the States we chose Belgium. You may have the highest taxes in Europe, but the people are friendly, it was easy for my ex-husband to find work, you have lots of Polish workers here in construction. There’s even a fake one in one of your soaps on TV. And there is an excellent social security network. To top it all, your cuisine is outstanding, and I must confess I do like Belgian beers very much.”

“My, my, I’ve got a cleaning lady that is addicted to beer?”

“No, no I’m not addicted to beer, not like my ex-husband anyway, I just enjoy all the different tastes and the huge range to choose from.”

“Yes, we do have quite an assortment: we’re nearing 2000 different ones. If you want to try them all you’ll have your work cut out for the next 5 to 6 years, shall I put one cold for you for tonight?”

“I’d appreciate that, though for after the session please; I want to have all my senses on alert while you’re playing with me.”

“That’s the spirit, I’ve got a couple I’m absolutely sure you’ve not tasted yet.”

“Oh, which ones?”

“That will be a surprise for tonight - like your session in the cellar.”

Around four Petra went home, with the promise to be back, well-rested, and ready to pay up at 7 pm. I immediately called Beth to tell her it was a go for tonight and told her about the question of Petra’s face not being recognizable in the final paintings. She assured me that was not a problem, she could always blur it or even paint a totally different face on the body. Alternatively, we could work, as I suggested, with a mask, real or painted on. All were possible.

At 10 to 7, Beth arrived, a bit nervous.

“Oh my God Lew, I’ve never done anything like this before, I’m not sure if I can do it.”

“Relax darling. Petra, had one small session with me before, but posing for paintings is also totally new for her, and as for me, I’m still an apprentice Master in the noble art of BDSM, so you are among peers, or should I say, fellow amateurs.

I hope you brought all your stuff for the sketches or are you working directly on canvas?”

“Oh no certainly not, I’ll make sketches first and I will rely heavily on you to provide photos of the poses I want to paint. The actual painting will be done much later, in my workshop at home.”

“Great, oh I hear the bell, I guess our model has arrived, let’s go down.”

I let Petra in and we went to the cellar. Some pleasantries were exchanged between Petra and Beth: both of them were very nervous, and neither knew how to behave. OK, Beth had seen Petra partially naked when she had given her the Brazilian, but that was still entirely different from seeing somebody being subjected to pain and probably, if I do my job right, reaching one or more orgasms. The whole thing was made more complicated by Tanja, who had made it very clear to Beth when they discussed it, what and how many paintings she was expecting from her. These were not easy drawings, because it was equally important to show both the pain, the pleasure or even the ecstasy in the paintings.

“OK ladies let’s not beat about the bush and get cracking. Petra I’ve put some clothes for you in the dressing room, remove yours and put them on please.”

“Why? What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? I’ll be naked pretty quickly, won’t I?”

“Yes you will, but I suspect you won’t appreciate the way I want to remove your clothes if they are yours.”

“What do you have in mind Lew?”

“First, from now on it’s Master Lew or simply Master and what I have in mind is one of many surprises you will get tonight! Chop-chop, get a move on, the clock is ticking.”

“Yes, Master Lew!”

Petra disappeared into the dressing room to don the clothes I had laid out for her. She reappeared forthwith barefoot in a small, virginal white, short dress, rather similar to the dress Linda had worn as the main act during the inauguration ceremony, but neither of my participants today knew about that. I took her hand and guided her to the center, exactly where Linda had stood before her.

Beth approached, sketchbook and pencil in hand, but stayed well out of our way. I put Velcro handcuffs on Petra and, attached them to the bar above her head, making her stand on tiptoe with her arms spread as wide as possible. Moving behind her, I began to slide my hands over her body, sometimes with the upward movements sliding the dress so far up that her panties became visible. As I hadn’t provided a bra, I could get a good feel of her boobs when I cupped them through the thin material. Quickly her nipples became very prominent, making it easy to pinch them with my fingers, and drawing a moan from her lips. I let my hands roam freely over her outstretched arms and upper body, making her shiver in anticipation of what I would do next.

Before I moved in front of her, I shot a few pictures and then exchanged the camera for a big sharp knife. Petra looked at me with fear in her eyes, especially when I began to slide the edge of the knife over her pebbled nipples towards her abdomen and down to the hem of the dress. I grabbed the bottom of the little dress and pulled it forward, well away from her body, then I moved the knife under the dress upward until it rested between her breasts. I kept the sharp edge of the knife against the dress and away from her naked body, and in one swift movement, stuck the point through the top of the material towards me and pulled it downward, cutting the dress from between her breasts to the hem, and creating a huge split. Petra gasped but didn’t utter a word. Beth was busy sketching.

“That’s much better my pet, a nice split makes the dress far more alluring, let’s do the same to the back. You could wear this dress on the red carpet at a festival when I’m done adjusting it.” I whispered in her ear.

Moving to her back that’s exactly what I did but from far higher up. I put the knife away and took a pair of industrial scissors from my pants pocket, opening and closing them right in front of her eyes, barely an inch away from her cute nose. Her eyes were focused on the scissors so she was surprised when I put my hand on her panty-clad pussy and gave it a nice rub. Her panties already felt slightly moist. Good, that’s exactly what I wanted to achieve.

I intended to do a Bethany on her, getting her extremely aroused on the brink of an orgasm and then deny her the ultimate pleasure, making her beg for release. I put the scissors into the dress, between her boobs, where I had begun the split I created with the knife, and began cutting upward until the split was complete, from her neck all the way to the hem, creating an enormous plunging neckline, but still keeping her boobs partly hidden.

When I stepped back I could now clearly see the wet spot on her panties. Moving to her back I created the same kind of split on that side. Her dress was now neatly cut in two, with each part hanging from her shoulders but still covering the fun parts. Next were the short sleeves that needed to be remodeled. Starting at the bottom of the right sleeve I began to cut away up to and over her shoulder and upon the last snap, the right-hand part of the dress fell from her body, puddling on the floor and completely revealing her cute right breast. The left-hand side quickly followed, leaving her topless.

Time to change tactics. I put the scissors back in my trouser pocket and moved to the control table to activate the winch that would pull her up off the floor. Her bodybuilding had created a well-developed muscular structure which helped her to hang on to the bar her hands were attached to. Her light, beautiful, and almost naked body was now fully extended, ready for the next challenge.

I could almost see in her eyes she was wondering what I had in mind, a flogging, something else? I left her guessing. Approaching from behind, I extended my arms, put my nails just above her elbows on the inside of her arms, and began to draw them down, barely touching her skin. At first, she giggled but that soon turned into loud laughter as I tickled her arms, moving via her sensitive armpits, which made her squirm and shake. Next, my nails moved over the sides of her sexy frame, staying well away from her tits, to the underside of her ribs, which I gave some extra attention with my fingers, before moving to the center over her enticing navel. I progressed ever so slowly over her hips and groin to the junction of her legs, then over her panties to the inside of her thighs. That was a bit difficult, as she tried to keep her legs pressed together. I should have attached them to a spreader bar, but I still had plenty of time to tackle that part of her body, as I intended to have her on the spanking bench later on, so I began my journey back up her body again, this time really using my nails, really scratching her skin, ending back at the inside of her elbows.

All the while she had been squirming and laughing, her panties had been getting wetter and wetter - time to remove them. I could slide them down, the way she was suspended, but what’s the fun in that? I took out my scissors again and cut through one side. It fell away, revealing half of her enticing pussy, when I cut the other side, they stayed between her legs as she held them pressed together. Moving behind her, I grabbed her ankles and, before she realized what I was doing, pulled her legs open letting the small piece of cloth fall to the ground and leaving her completely bare.

From the corner of my eye, I had seen Beth make several sketches, now I needed to add to those with some photos of Petra nicely suspended, beautifully stretched out. When I started to snap the pictures she did something totally unexpected. I watched her pull up her legs to a nice 90° angle to her upper body and then continue until her feet almost hit her forehead. Oh my God, this girl was really muscular. She lowered her legs again and began to swing as trapeze artists do. In no time she had her feet on the bar slid them through, and took a seat on it looking down at me and Beth with a triumphant smile on her face.

“OK smartass you got me, I can’t really punish you for that: I never said you couldn’t do a circus act. I’ll bring you down unless you have another trick up your sleeve you’re not even wearing.”

“Permission to speak Master?”

“Yeah, yeah go ahead tell me.”

“I can come down the same way, and I do think I need to be punished for doing something unexpected.”

“OK if you think so, but this time I won’t allow you to do that kind of crazy thing again - I’ll attach your feet to a spreader bar as well.”

“Yes, Master.”

I didn’t get a spreader bar but instead attached her feet with ropes to rings on the floor, placing her in a vertical spread-eagle position completely accessible for a good flogging or anything else for that matter. This time I was not going to use a flogger like I did the first time, but a real whip. Her skin needed to be nicely marked to make the paintings look more dramatic, so I picked out a wicked little whip with red braided leather along the foot-long handle and a three-feet-long, black leather, braided strap - light and very flexible.

I had been practicing with this thing during one of my rare spare moments, so I was pretty handy with it, I could place the strap or its tip exactly where I wanted it. I could if I wanted to hit her nipple with just the tip. Time to see if my skills extended to applying the whip to an exposed and naked female body. I snapped the whip in the air, giving a loud crack. She couldn’t see what I was doing as I was behind her, but it drew her attention. Unfamiliar with the noise, she tried to turn her head, desperately trying to figure out what was making that fearful sound. I didn’t give her much time to guess, giving her the first hit on one of her bottom cheeks with just the tip. It must have felt like the sting of a bee or a wasp to her, and a loud squeak was the result.

“What...?”

“Stay silent!” I barked before she could finish her question. Next, I hit her back with a bigger portion of the whip, resulting in another cry. I thought I had teased her enough, and I wanted her to see what I was holding in my hand so I moved to her front. She stared at me, her eyes wide open filled with fear.

I now attacked her tits, first just hitting the nipple with the tip of the whip, then, coming closer, I hit her and wrapped the leather strap almost around her body. She was now nicely pinking up. After ten hits on her upper body, I let my hand slide over the parts I had targeted, making sure the skin was not broken anywhere. Angrily she looked me in the eyes but didn’t dare to speak.

“Don’t be angry slave, you asked to be punished, that look will only get you more swats.”

She quickly lowered her eyes. I began now to concentrate my hits on her lower body, her thighs, but also her, now already rather moist, pussy. I tried to place the tip of the whip directly on her clit. Every hit on my target resulted in a high-pitched wail emanating from her upper lips. Soon her pussy was turning not just pink, but nicely red. Again time to make sure nothing irreparable had occurred. When sliding my finger inside, it came out covered in her girly juices also resulting in a satisfied moan. I took the opportunity to raise her arousal a bit more, making the upwards movement in a come-hither motion on her g-spot.

Petra had kept me so busy I had completely forgotten about taking pictures, luckily Beth had been astute enough to pick up the slack. She had grabbed the camera and was shooting away in between making her sketches. In retrospect, this proved to be the better solution as she knew what she’d been drawing and could complete it with some more relevant photos and video.

“How are we doing Beth? Do we have enough variation for your paintings or should I do something different? Or would you perhaps like to have a go?”

“It’s your bet with Petra, Lew, I don’t have a say in this.”

“Yes, but the rules of the bet were that she had to obey me for two hours, so if I decide to allow you some playtime, that’s entirely my decision. If I wanted to, I could even parade her down the street handcuffed in the nude.”

I saw the fear in Petra’s eyes multiply.

“If those are the rules I wouldn’t mind having a go at her if you don’t mind?”

“No, go right ahead, I’ll take the photos for a while, you want to keep her here?”

“Maybe I’d prefer her in the gyno chair. That might make some good paintings, and I’ve always fantasized about playing doctor.”

“Excellent, let’s move her.”

I let Petra down, detached her, and led her to the gynecology chair inviting her to put her legs in the stirrups, and leaving her pussy wide open on display. To make sure she wouldn’t make any unexpected moves I secured her legs with leather cuffs to the stirrups. To make it more real, Beth donned the doctor’s coat that was part of the display, completing it with an old-fashioned stethoscope and the mirror and light on her head.

As Beth stepped into her role, she addressed Petra, “So my little lady, let’s see if you’re fit and in good shape to continue enjoying sex play. Are you sensitive?”

“Yes, ma’am, I’ve got very sensitive nipples.”

“Let me be the judge of that after I’ve performed some tests.? Hands behind your head please!”

Petra immediately put her hands to where they were directed, showcasing her cute, small, and firm boobs. The nipples were very erect following my artful play with the whip. Beth picked up a couple of Wartenberger pinwheels, one with a single wheel and a second with five wheels. The one-wheel version had bigger and what looked like even sharper points than the other one. She started with that, applying it to the underside of Petra’s right-hand boobie, then circling around the nipple which seemed to grow and harden even further. Petra stayed silent until Beth applied the one-wheel version directly to the erect nipple of her left tit - that manipulation resulted in a small yelp.