Chapter 10

A few days later I had fully recovered from that rough scene and Harvey was back at my house.

“We’re going to have the swap scene with Johnny and Amy next Saturday,” he said, “and I have a plan for you to win out over your sister. You did really well when I tested you, so I want you to have an advantage in the scene.”

“I’m all for that, but how do you think I can have some kind of advantage?”

“Well, you and I both think this is going to be rough, and we believe Amy thinks she’ll be able to take more than you can. But I know how each of you reacts to different kinds of play, while Johnny doesn’t know anything about you, and that gave me an idea.”

“Okay ... what kind of idea?”

“I know what most easily gets you an endorphin rush, and that’s what I’ll do to Amy so Johnny does those same things to you. The difference will be that I won’t let Amy get that rush, so you’ll feel less pain than she does and eventually she’ll have to tap out.”

“That is wicked,” I said with a grin.

He grinned back at me. “I know, but as the saying goes, if you ain’t cheatin’, you ain’t tryin’. It will still be painful for you, but you’re my sub and I want you to win. All you have to do is a little acting to pretend it hasn’t happened so Johnny won’t realize the pain is less for you than for his mother.”

I threw my arms around him and kissed him enthusiastically. “That’s really cool,” I said. “This shows me how much you want me to feel good about myself; you must really care to want me to win this competition.”

“Oh, I do,” he replied, “but I also think this contest of wills is important on several levels. In addition to showing you how good you are and how I feel about you, I want to teach Johnny, and also Amy, another lesson. Johnny has to realize how much further he can push Amy if he wants to, and I want Amy to know that despite her enthusiasm she’s got a way to go to become your equal as a sub and a bottom.”

“I don’t know where Amy really is other than what she’s told me, so I’ll take your word for all this. But I do know how much I love how you’re treating me; you’re being exactly what I was hoping for in a dominant.”

“Despite everything I’ve done so far?”

“Because of everything you’ve done so far; I can’t wait to find out what else you’ll plan for me, for us, to enjoy.”

I prepared for tonight’s sub swap that would happen at my house with my usual care. I hadn’t spent much time with my nephew Johnny over the years, and even when we had the blow-bang contest he and I hadn’t really interacted, so all I knew about his actual D/s and BDSM experience was what Harvey and my sister had told me. All that experience was recent, but I knew he’d been a fast learner and had shown an openness to being creative and a willingness to be harsh. So I fully expected to have a rough evening, but I believed Harvey had enough knowledge of me and of both Johnny and Amy to be as confident as he was in my ability to manage the pain and come out on top.

It was Saturday evening, so Curt was with Laura and Harvey and I were alone. Johnny had brought over his cross that afternoon, so we now had side-by-side crosses as well as the side-by-side ceiling hooks. After setting out bottles of water in the basement dungeon I waited a bit nervously on the couch. Harvey had told me that he and Johnny would each warm up his own sub before the exchange started, and as instructed I was wearing a short silk robe over a thong bikini and my dungeon heels. Harvey was wearing some of his typical black dom attire, a long-sleeve linen shirt with a bar vest over it, Dockers, and loafers.

I’d told Amy I would leave the front door unlocked, so my first awareness of their arrival was when Johnny came down the stairs with Amy following him. Johnny was wearing jeans, a polo, and sneakers; Amy must have ditched her clothes upstairs, because all she had on was a thong and heels.

The two men shook hands and Amy and I nodded warily to each other; we were sisters and we loved each other, but we knew what was going to happen and we had our game faces on. She and I were well aware that this wasn’t going to be a typical BDSM scene with sexual pleasure the end goal; this was going to be a torture session with the strongest, most pain-tolerant woman the winner. I only hoped that with the help of Harvey’s devious plan I would be able to hold out long enough to outlast my sister.

Harvey sat down on the right end of the couch and gestured for me to approach him. When I was standing in front of him he unbelted my robe and I let it fall down my arms onto the floor behind me. Johnny sat at the other end of the couch and Amy laid her body across his lap facing away from me. Harvey took my hand and pulled me down so I was lying across his legs with my breasts swaying free and my upper chest resting on the arm of the couch. He put his right hand on my upper back and began lightly caressing my bare ass cheeks with his left, his dominant hand.

I heard Johnny begin spanking Amy and then Harvey started on me, a gradual warm-up that slowly increased in intensity. My ass got warm and I knew it was turning pink, and he reached down and began caressing my breasts and teasing my nipples with his other hand. I felt a sudden coolness as he reached into his pocket and then put heavy metal clothespins on my hard little buds.

I heard Amy moan and I figured Johnny had just done the same thing to her. Harvey resumed spanking me and the weight of the pins tugged on my breasts as they moved in time with my body’s responses to the swats on my ass and upper thighs.

After another few minutes of this warm-up activity I heard Johnny tell Amy to stand and Harvey immediately removed the clothespins from my nipples and repeated that command to me. When the two of us were up the men rose and positioned us under two of the ceiling hooks. Harvey raised my arms over my head and buckled the dangling leather cuffs on my wrists. I saw Johnny doing the same thing to Amy and then Harvey whispered in my ear, “I know you’ll win,” before he and Johnny changed places.

Johnny silently looked up and down my body and then he gave me a shark-like grin. “Hello, Aunt Natalie; are you ready for tonight’s challenge?”

“I think so,” I replied as coolly as I could.

“Well, let’s start finding out.” He picked up a horsehair whisk and began flogging all around my body, striking my breasts, my belly, and the fronts of my thighs. He wasn’t swinging the whisk that hard, but the hairs still reddened and stung my skin. Then he pulled my thong down around my ankles and whipped back and forth across my pussy lips, and I groaned.

“Step out of the thong,” Johnny ordered, and I lifted one foot and then the other to free the tiny piece of silk. I pushed it aside with one stiletto heel and saw that Harvey had been mimicking Johnny’s actions with Amy; her body was covered with red splotches everywhere his whisk had made contact.

Johnny slid his fingers up and down between my pussy lips and then stroked my clit until it was standing out of its sheath, and then he put a springy metal clip over it, pinching it painfully, and I couldn’t help moaning. “Owww,” I whispered.

Johnny started poking me with a toy made up of bamboo skewers; they had sharp points and I winced and whimpered each time he stabbed it into my breasts. Then he prodded my pussy and I heard myself and Amy cry out together.

Johnny removed the clip and then put a bunch of wooden clothespins all over my body, taking pinches of skin between his thumb and fingers and attaching the pins up and down my legs and also on my breasts. The pins were strung together with string, and I nervously wondered why that was. But I didn’t have to wonder for long.

“This is called a zipper,” Johnny said, and then he pulled hard on the end of the string and I shrieked as the pins were pulled from my body, one after the other in a series of sharp pains.

After Harvey did the same zipper thing to Amy he picked up a flogger, walked around behind her, and started whipping her ass with it. Johnny followed suit, and very soon my ass and then also my upper back were turning red and getting hot from the rapid strikes.

The flogging continued, and I started hoping that Johnny’s arm would tire and he would stop. I don’t know whether my brain waves reached his body, but after another couple of minutes he stopped hitting me. I was gasping for breath and I heard Amy whimpering, and then the two men unbuckled the cuffs to release us from the ceiling hooks and put us up on the St. Andrew’s crosses.

They buckled suspension cuffs on our wrists and attached them to the upper arms of the crosses so we were facing away from them, and then each man picked up a strange-looking whip comprising a handle and then a single long piece of leather rolled diagonally into a tube shape with a pointy end. After watching Harvey strike Amy’s ass with his whip Johnny stood back a few feet from me, grasped the end of his whip in his left hand, then pulled back the handle and snapped the whip forward.

“Ouch!” I squawked; the tip stung pretty hard in a very small area right in the center of my already sore left ass cheek. I heard Amy make a similar sound and then the whip struck again, this time on my right cheek and even harder. Amy echoed my cry and the men continued their attacks, hitting our asses and the backs of our thighs again and again with increasing force.