Katy's Body Pt. 10

Chapter 10: the spanking machine

*With thanks to my editor - Chris6160

What makes my life as a submissive so satisfying is that it is so far from routine and humdrum. I don't want to make submission a 24/7 activity. That would just replace one routine everyday with another. I like the fact that I can spend some time in an ordinary vanilla life and some in exciting adventures as an uninhibited submissive. In some senses I am both masochist and sadist. I am masochist in the sense that I am very aroused by making my body suffer but I am also sadist in that the distinction between mind and body is strong in me. My inner self and my vanilla alter ego both rejoice in a sadistic way from the cruelty, humiliation and misuse inflicted on my subservient body. Being a submissive also allows me to indulge my own narcissism. Handing control to another helps me proudly show off my sexy body.

An important feature is the sheer diversity of the adventures imposed on my body. When I think back to dancing nude and being whipped in public in a bar in Manila, using my body encourage to buyers to test and buy BDSM products, offering my body as a prize for a poker game and being made a legal slave I am overwhelmed with sexual desire. The guiding hand behind all this is the almost demonic imagination of my dear husband. I would never have thought of any of these, let alone had the courage to go through with them without him. I expect many find his tastes unusual. He does find my body very sexy and enjoys both fucking and punishing it. For some reason I am less willing to allow him unrestricted use than other dominants. It matters little because I am fairly convinced, despite his denials, that he derives more enjoyment from others using and misusing my sexy body than doing it himself. Whatever the truth it is certainly the case that my life has been made very much richer for this.

I let it be known to husband that I would welcome the opportunity to repeat some of the earlier adventures. It would be good to again encourage customers to abuse my body to try out BDSM gear. I would happily use my body to fulfil the role of an abused submissive in another movie and there was something very sexy about my body being the prize in a gambling game. If there were new ways to humiliate and inflict cruelty on my body then please bring them on. It had been too long since my last adventure and I was hungry for another.

Perhaps my biggest taboo is prostitution. I had no qualms about being paid to be a fetish model or as an actress in a borderline BDSM movie but neither involved sexual intercourse for money. My husband had suggested offering my body to raise money for charity but it was too close for my comfort. I have been willing to allow someone unrestricted use of my body if I am convinced that it will be a very special treat for them. In any case it has always been a qualified version of "unrestricted" use. I feel that limits and safe words undermine the delightful surrender of my body. I need the complete loss of control that overcomes my inhibitions. I have a wide range of tolerance for different abuses of my body and usually will undertake something I don't particularly like to please my body's tormentor. However, my husband and I take considerable precautions to ensure that my body is not subject to permanent harm or real danger. In short, we try to select those who are unlikely to want to do either. That is, when we are confident that use without restriction will not pose danger.

Jason, the owner of a small chain of sex shops had kept in contact with my husband. After the success of the BDSM night (in which my body was used to test and demonstrate BDSM gear) he had been trying to persuade my husband to bring me back for a repeat. My husband, knowing my taste for different adventures had been stalling. Jason had come back with a different proposal. He was proposing a different type of event at the same shop, one which would include a larger group of people in one session rather than several small groups. They had started offering a new range of products and they would again appreciate the help of my body in testing, demonstrating and helping sell them. The most important new item was a spanking machine, a high value item. They were also very keen on another new item, not really a BDSM toy but also high value - a cowgirl sex machine. Also they had several new additions to their punishment toys range. These included several items that Jason thought a little extreme: an Arabian whip (very long and very heavy, a little like a long bullwhip), a demon tail whip, a flogger using thin meal chains, a spiked seat cushion and a super whippy carbon fibre cane.

My husband's view was that the huge Arabian whip would not be suitable. It would run the risk of permanent injury unless handled by an expert. I confess that I was slightly disappointed because I do like to push the limits within which my deserving flesh could be forced to take. But there was plenty else on the list that would push limits. A flogger using metal chains would be perhaps just possible; l already found an ordinary cane to be close to my limits so I could only wonder about a super whippy version. Although the extreme nature of some of these caused some hesitation, I was very reluctant to back down on my normal policy of absolutely anything that the user of my body wanted. That was the point for me - a complete surrender of all responsibility for the decisions. I was also tempted to try to increase the cruelty inflicted on my body. It was very unusual for me to be consulted at all and I was disappointed that my husband, the owner of my body had sought to involve me in the decision.

In a sense of pique he confirmed to Jason that usual practice would apply - my body would be provided to him to use in any way he pleased, even if it included the terrifying long and heavy Arabian whip. He spoke more to Jason. It was made clear that absolutely anything meant exactly that. We both agreed that Jason could be trusted to ensure that no permanent damage would result. That is, he could be trusted to arrange for cruel pain to be inflicted on my body but stop short when needed. To be honest I started to look forward to the occasion very much. In particular the idea on my body being used to demonstrate a spanking machine set off that deep sexual longing in my groin. To some extent I was curious and enthusiastic about trying more painful punishment. My sadistic inner and vanilla selves wanted my body to suffer even more for its sexiness. It also felt very sexy to know that a group of male dominants would be turned on by the suffering of my naked flesh. We would see how much it could take and how much pleasure it could bring to a group of sadists. If I was willing to offer a group of sadistic dominants unrestricted use of my body then it was true surrender of my body to the pleasure of others. Bring it on.

There were many technical aspects on both the machines that would need to be explained so my body, naked save for high heels would need to be delivered to the shop at lunch-time in preparation for the evening session. My fee as a fetish model would be increased. On the day my husband and I arrived at the shop on time. On this occasion I truly wanted to allow unrestricted use with no limits and no safe words but had some doubts, so I brought a bottle of wine in my belongings. I knew that alcohol in quite small quantities made me much more reckless and resistant to pain. It also helped in making me more brazen in encouraging others to abuse my body, I wanted to provide an experience that no-one would forget. I wanted them to be quietly wanking over the memory for a long time. Undeniably the best way to keep a group of sadists masturbating was for my body to be forced to new extremes.

As before my coat was removed immediately on arrival. I was to remain completely naked unless otherwise instructed. We went to the same emptied storeroom as before. Jason and his staff were seated. At my husband's insistence I walked up and down the catwalk to give everyone a good view of my body. I then presented my body to each for a full hands-on inspection. Many fingers probed my already wet pussy. Once all inspections were complete my husband spoke: "Here is Katy's body for you to use in anyway you please to promote your business. You have inspected it. Are you willing to accept It?" All responded with enthusiasm. As instructed, I spoke: "I can confirm the terms are that you may use my body in any way you choose. There are no limits or safe words, I will willingly offer it for your products to be tested and will do everything I can to encourage your customers to exploit it."

I meant it too. The opening formalities concluded we sat down for a technical presentation on both machines. As before the room contained a catwalk to exhibit my body, a diagonal cross for restraint plus several tables of various BDSM goods. There were more seats than before. In addition to both machines there was spanking bench in a corner.

After the presentation I was taken over to the table to examine the new products. My attention was drawn to the huge Arabian whip. One of the staff, gloating, informed me that it was 78 inches long of plaited leather with a handle of an additional 11 inches. I picked it up. It was not only huge but heavy. At over £200 it was classed as a high value item. The implication was not lost on me: it was a priority for my body to promote. Continuing his gloat he asked if I would like an early taste, I declined but made a mental note to drink plenty of wine beforehand. I didn't doubt that the assembled sadists, including my inner self, would look forward to that one.

I examined some of the others. The metal chain flogger looked brutal too. I could only imagine what being whipped with thin metal chains would feel like. My accompanying staff member helpfully whirled it through the air. Perhaps I should have a gin and tonic too. Almost equally fearsome was the extra whippy carbon fibre cane. It was swished through air to thwack against the table. I got the message. The packaging on the spiked cushion made clear that it would draw blood so I probably would not be required to test it. The demon tail whip was smaller than I expected. I didn't expect it to be easy to take but it didn't seem as fearsome as the rest. It was very clear that my body would be putting on a special performance that evening. I accepted the offer of a drink, ordering a gin and tonic.

There was still plenty of time until the evening session so I sat in the recreation room with some of the staff. I managed to add ac couple of glasses of wine to the gin and tonic. I was already starting to feel more reckless and confident. I was looking forward to all of the adventure - the chance to show off my body but also the thought of letting a group of sadistic dominants do as they pleased with my body was so arousing. Someone had told me in the past that my body was as if it had been designed for submission and BDSM. Another had said that my sexy body had some quality that made others want to treat it cruelly. They were both right.

Finally, the time came. I snuck in another glass of wine and was pleased to discover that there would a break in proceedings when I could fortify myself further. Once all the customers had been seated in the show room I was asked to enter the room, still completely naked. Jason spoke: "Welcome. This is Katy. She is here for you to test our products on her body. Please feel free to request anything. She will encourage you to try out our gear on her body."

Following my husband's tradition I was required to walk up and down the catwalk, ending with a bend over to show my pussy. In the same way I was required to offer my body to each for a quick hands-on inspection. Next another familiar theme. The customers were asked to choose a slave collar and both ankle and wrist cuffs. This time they seemed less interested than before. The same routine applied to leashes. One enthusiastically attached a leash to my nipples. Probably it was the wine but I resisted more than usual and they were stretched further than normal. I also tried to walk with a sexy sway. At last I could see orders being taken. Another customer fastened a leash to the rings in my labia. I remember thinking that he seemed a hard core sadist. He tugged very hard on the leash and I decided to give him his fun by resisting more. I felt as if he would be prepared to rip the rings off. It did the job. I could see more orders being taken. Giving them the pleasure of tormenting my body clearly helped sales.

One of the staff stood up and introduced the spanking machine. It could be fitted with a variety of different "toys" including a spanking paddle, a cane, a strap and a tawse. It could be positioned to spank my ass, bent over the spanking bench or to administer a beating to the front of my body in an upright position. It could be programmed to vary the position to a specified degree, up and down or from side to side. The pause between each stroke could also be programmed. The machine could be operated from the remote control supplied or through a laptop. "If you like you could go and take a drink and leave the laptop to continue the beating but I imagine that you guys would want to stay and see the spanking machine at work on Katy's body. Would you like to start with Katy's lovely, rounded ass (I wiggled it suggestively) or would you like to start on the front of that nicely toned sexy body (again I wiggled suggestively)?" The consensus was to start with my front. It was also agreed that we would start with the leather strap.

One of the customers tugged me over to the diagonal cross and two others fastened my wrists and ankles to the cross, removing the pussy leash. My body was now ready to be beaten by a machine. It took a little while to set up the spanking machine and to programme it. Whilst waiting I looked at the faces. They were almost drooling. Those sadists were in for a treat and I so wanted my body to provide it. He had set it to start at my breasts to work down to my thighs. The initial setting was at medium force with a pause of 5 seconds between strokes. The first three strokes were across my breasts. At medium force it provided the usual sting to my sensitive flesh. With the alcohol I wanted more. It moved to my abdomen and delivered five or six strokes. "Would you try it on full force please?" one of the customers requested. As it moved to my thighs there were much louder thwacks which drew involuntary gasps and wriggles from my helpless body. The customers clearly appreciated the five second pause to watch my body writhe from the delayed burst of pain.

"Would you like to try a different toy this time?" the technician asked.

The alcohol had made me reckless so I suggested: "Would you like to try the new super flexible carbon fibre cane this time?" I was doing my job to sell new products.

Before they re-started the customers were invited to come and inspect the first effects of the spanking machine on my body. Hands ran all over the front of my body. This group were different to the previous time, much more assertive, much more hard-core sadists. With the alcohol I almost welcomed it. Several slipped a finger or two into my pussy which, of course, revealed my sexual excitement. One leaned forward and twisted one of my nipples hard.

"Suffer bitch."

"I will. Do enjoy it" I replied.

Once the super whippy cane was fitted and the machine reset we were ready on start. With the alcohol I felt defiant. "Leave it on maximum" I said. The first blow was unusual. There was much more of a swish and much less of thwack. Shortly after there was an intense sharp pain. Looking at my thighs there was a thin red line. All of the force was concentrated in one blow. The next blow struck. There was no need to exaggerate my reaction - huge gasp and my body convulsed. The next blow was the same. There was even one or two cheers at the obvious pain of my body. I was glad of the alcohol. The initial pain was intense but it faded much more quickly. There was much less widespread soreness after the initial shock than with other implements. A few more strokes the same and then the machine moved up to my abdomen, perhaps the least sensitive area of the front of my body. I knew better what to expect and was starting to know how to let my body take it. That still did not stop a sharp gasp and involuntary convulsion with each stroke. Finally it moved to my breasts. The sharp initial shot of pain was very intense. My gasps changed to yelps and the convulsions were followed by a wriggle too, just in time for the next blow to land. Eventually it finished.

It was time for another inspection. More hands running over my body and more fingers probed my pussy. I was breathless from the involuntary exertions. I was asked my opinion. I gave it: "That was intense, particularly at maximum force. Did you enjoy it?"

Several said that it had been an incredible experience watching the obvious pain of my body. Deep down I was proud and aroused by the intensity of pain inflicted on my body. The last up was the one who had tweaked my nipple before. He tweaked the other nipple. "So good to see that sexy body in pain. Bitch."

I wasn't surprised that a group of committed and sadistic dominants would find it very sexy. I was confident that, with the alcohol, my body could take a sufficiently intense beating to leave them impressed and willing to buy. Moral of the story: if you are going to let a large group of sadists do whatever they please with your body then take some alcohol on board first.

The machine was moved across the room and set up across the room to operate horizontally. The customers detached me from the board, cuffed my wrists behind my back and re-attached. I continued to play at defiance. I struggled to pull away from the leash making the customer tug hard at my labia. This increased the sense of dominance and control over my body. Precisely what both they and I enjoyed. I was strapped onto the spanking bench in a kneeling position with my ass pointing upward and my wrists strapped to the bench. Only very limited movement was possible.

A spanking paddle was chosen for the next demonstration.

"Enjoy this spectacle boys," I commented as a further gesture of defiance, guessing that it was more exciting to watch a defiant body beaten into submission.

After the machine was adjusted to provide the most effective blow to my body the machine was started. A much louder swish could be heard together with a loud thwack as it connected to my ass. The first blow made more sound than it inflicted pain and my body only flinched slightly. The machine was again turned up to maximum. Another thwack eliciting a minor flinch and a slight gasp. The machine was remorseless - thwack, pause, thwack, pause. Although each individual stroke was well within my body's capacity the pain started to accumulate. My ass felt as if it had been set on fire. Each stroke provoked a very sharp intake of breath and a very sexy wiggle of my tortured rear.

Finally I was released. It was time for a break. Drinks and snacks were brought. Next up was the cowgirl sex machine so I put my gin and tonic to one side to prepare for the huge Arabian whip that I knew would come after. There was something very weird about trying to make polite small talk with a group of sadists who have just seen your still naked body showing the marks from being badly beaten for their benefit. It was clear that they weren't keen on small talk. They were certainly not interested in talk at all. Many asked me to move so they could see the full extent of the red marks. Others simply groped my body. To them it was just a commodity to be tortured and used for their pleasure. What I thought or felt was wholly irrelevant. What they did not realise was that I felt the same. My inner self was, like them, sadistic. I actually wanted them to treat my flesh as an object for their pleasure. That was precisely the idea. My body had been supplied by me precisely for them to see different forms of pain and humiliation inflicted upon it and, of course, to sell Jason's products.