Madeleine's Pits ..... Punished!
by Mr. Chain

I woke the next morning with a huge smile on my face, still remembering the last remnants of the dream I had the night before. In it, the image of Madeleine's sweaty body bound to a steel frame were quite vivid in my mind, and that image was absolutely delightful to me.

Obviously my subconscious mind had gotten over the issues I had with her age, allowing me to fully enjoy the fantasy. Sitting up in my bed, I glanced alongside me where she lay, still fast asleep. Not wanting to wake her, I got up and walked into the bathroom before taking my time to shave and shower.

I emerged about a half-hour or so later, only to find the bed empty and Madeleine gone. I then walked out into my living room where I found a note sitting in the middle of the coffee table. I picked it up and began to read it.

Thank you so much for giving me such a memorable evening. On a night which had started out so depressingly, you left me feeling sexy and appreciated. I cherish your friendship and the memory of our special night together and hope that you will someday give me the chance to show you how thankful I am for it.

Affectionately,
Your Personal Genie

I smiled at the way she had signed the note, remembering the discussion we had on that topic just the night before. As we had gotten to know each other better, Madeleine had paid close attention to my admission of one of my fetishes and upon discovering my fondness for a woman's armpits, she delved into the subject further until I revealed my innermost fantasies on the subject. She then used that information to bring one of those fantasies to reality.

Madeleine had organized an armpit contest between herself and a woman named Ashleigh as a gift for my 30th birthday, allowing me to be the sole judge. By doing so, I was able to experience a part of my fantasy which I had never dreamed possible. But Madeleine brought the fantasy to reality, hence the description of her as "my own personal genie".

After enjoying the note, I placed it back down on the coffee table. As I did however, I noticed that the BDSM magazine we had been looking at together the night before, was missing. Realizing that perhaps Madeleine had borrowed it, another smile crossed my lips. Our latest discussion had gotten pretty personal, even more so than usual, and offered me the opportunity to reveal another of my fetishes to her; namely BDSM. But what was even more shocking than my revelation, was Madeleine's reaction to it. She admitted that she had been hiding her own secret desire to be tied up for quite some time.

Though she was probably old enough to be my mother and possessing what I had thought were traditional and conservative values, Madeleine's willingness to venture into the world of erotica had continued to surprise me. Having spent all of her life with one man and never even remotely experimenting sexually, she was now very anxious to, for the first time in her life, spread her wings in regard to her own sexuality.

I was actually quite happy that she took the magazine if it gave her the opportunity to explore her own fantasies in private. And though, over the next week or so, I had the desire to call her and ask her about it, I didn’t want to embarrass her, so I never called. But I found myself fantasizing about her, much to my amazement. Her pleasant nature and vulnerable quality, combined with her desire to delve into uncharted waters was quickly overcoming my aversion to her age. For the first time, I also found myself wondering what it might be like to take our relationship to a more romantic level. As if to read my mind, the following week, on a night I had planned to just relax and stay in, the phone rang, and Madeleine was on the other end.

I was delighted to hear from her and thankful that she had decided to call since I had been thinking about her more frequently lately, and anxious to talk to her. Our conversation, as usual, flowed freely with no awkwardness at all. She held no grudge about my not calling her, nor did she seem uncomfortable in discussing the mild amount of intimacy we had shared. We spoke about it for several minutes before she again thanked me for the way I had treated her.

"I just wanted to thank you again for that night. I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, but you probably have no idea how important it was to me. You really made me feel like a woman, in more ways than one!”

She giggled after saying the words, her reaction bringing a smile to my face as I could picture her blushing.

“At the same time you acted like a true gentleman, not taking advantage of the situation while still making me feel wanted and desirable. You really are a very special guy!", she gushed.

I was happy that I had made her feel good about herself, but the next question put me in awkward position.

"I want to show you how much I appreciate what you did for me, so I was wondering if you'd be interested in seeing me again.” she asked shyly, the nervousness in her voice unmistakable.

I paused, my silence being the first sign of awkwardness in our conversation. After all, Valentine's Day was quickly approaching and I was wondering what she had in mind. Though my fantasizing about her had aroused me, I didn’t want to come on too strongly. But in her usual clam manner, she explained that she simply wanted to do something nice for me to show her appreciation. She sounded sincere and I could tell that it was difficult for her to even ask, so I decided to accept her invitation. I could sense her joy at my response, before telling me that she would be in touch. I agreed and we left it at that.

About a week passed when I got an unusual letter in the mail. It looked like a wedding invitation, though I didn’t know anyone who was getting married. As I opened the letter and read it to myself, I was stunned at the contents. It was a very elegant invitation, written in calligraphy on fancy parchment paper.

“Madeleine requests the honor of your presence at a private affair to be held on Friday evening at 8:00 PM sharp. Please RSVP to …...”

The invitation listed a telephone number to call and an address for the affair, both of which were unfamiliar to me. But nonetheless, I called the number and spoke to a very professional and cordial woman. I asked for details, but the woman was elusive. She explained that Madeleine had invited me to a very intimate and private affair, just between the two of us. As a valued friend, she asked that I be present during her initial voyage into the world of erotica, but while I was invited to observe, I would not be allowed to participate further. I pressed her for further details, but was given nothing more. Intrigued by the explanation, I decided to accept the invitation. I was warned to be prompt or run the risk of missing the “affair”. As I hung up, a smile crossed my lips as I wondered what my “personal genie” was up to this time!

The night arrived and I drove to the address, arriving right on time. It was an old brownstone townhouse in an exclusive part of town. Reaching the front door, I rang the bell and was escorted in by a stunning woman dressed in black. I was ushered into the basement of the building to a private room with a very comfortable lounge chair which faced a wall covered by a black curtain. The woman then left me alone, but shortly after, another incredibly beautiful woman entered, dressed in a black leather dominatrix outfit. She introduced herself as Mistress Nellie, and began to explain why I was here.

“Your friend Madeleine has decided to explore an uncharted part of her sexuality. She has asked that you be allowed to witness this endeavor, but you will not be allowed to do anything more. She and I have had a very long discussion about her desires, and tonight, those desires will be fulfilled. Your part in all of this is solely as an observer. When Madeleine is ready, the curtain in front of you will be open, and you view her experience, though she will not see you, nor will either of you be able to communicate with each other.”

Mistress Nellie then paused and inched closer, staring me directly in the eye.

“But there are very specific ground rules which you must abide by. First, you are free to watch, however you must remain seated at all times. Next, when the curtain closes, your participation will be over. You will then be escorted out of the building and asked to immediately leave the area. Do not wait for Madeleine to leave, she will be well taken care of. Her transportation has been arranged and she will be escorted home safely, requiring no further assistance. Do you understand?”

I nodded my head, still in awe of the absurdity of the situation. I was then handed a note and asked to read it as I waited for the curtain to open. Mistress Nellie then excused herself and left the room. I looked down at the envelope which was scented with Madeleine’s familiar perfume. I opened it and read the note to myself.

Thank you so much for coming! I hope you aren’t too uncomfortable with the absurdity of all this, but since you were the one who gave me the courage to explore this new experience in my life, I wanted you to enjoy it with me. I thank you for giving me the strength to pursue a fantasy I have had for some time, and while you may be shocked by what you are about to see, please know that I have given this a great deal of thought and am fully aware of what I am doing. I have given my complete consent to everything which is about to happen, so don’t worry about me! Just sit back and enjoy!

Love,
Your Personal Genie

As I held the note in my hand, I grew a little nervous about what Madeleine had gotten herself into. I was fairly sure that Mistress Nellie had something sinister in mind for my friend, but what exactly that was, I still couldn’t tell. A few more minutes passed before finally, the curtain began to open. I sat on the edge of my seat in anxious anticipation as the scenery in front of my finally came into full view.

Much to my disbelief, there was Madeleine, her wrists and ankles bound to the four corners of a large, steel frame, suspending her body in midair to form the shape of a large X. She was blindfolded with a ball gag stuffed in her mouth and wearing a skimpy, black, latex corset which was pulled tightly to her body. She was sweating quite heavily, and I immediately remembered the picture we had looked at together. She was recreating that picture, only using herself as the subject! I then remembered the image from my dream, and unbelievably, once again, Madeleine had brought my fantasy to reality.

As I gazed at her bound body I had an immediate erection. She looked great, even better than the image from my fantasies! My eyes were quickly drawn to her deep, wet armpits which looked even better than they had ever looked before. I wasn’t sure how long she had been bound like this, but judging by the way she was perspiring, she must have been there for a little while.

Her head hung down in front of her as her arms were pulled apart and stretched overhead to form a deeper cavity beneath her arm than I had ever seen. They were slick and soft looking, and all I wanted to do was rush in and lick them! I sat in stunned silence as I stared at her, feeling as if I were about to ejaculate. But within a minute, Mistress Nellie walked into the room, and I knew that the show was about to begin. She walked up in front of Madeleine and stood before her with her hands on her hips in a menacing pose.

“Are you ready to serve your Mistress?” Mistress Nellie barked at Madeleine, who nodded sheepishly in response.

With that, Mistress Nellie reached over to a table and grabbed a long ostrich feather with one hand, and a riding crop with the other. I wasn’t sure what she planned to do with them, but I was dying to find out. She then set herself in front of Madeleine once again before barking her next instructions.

“You are to remain perfectly still. If you flinch at anytime, your Mistress will reprimand you. Do you understand?”

Once again Madeleine nodded her head, though unable to see anything from behind her blindfold, nor speak from beneath her ballgag. Mistress Nellie then raised the tip of her ostrich feather into Madeleine’s sweaty right armpit, and began to gently stroke it. It only took a second before Madeleine’s sweaty body cringed at the touch. As a result, Mistress Nellie lowered the feather, but then whipped the tip of the riding crop into Madeleine’s left armpit.

Madeleine’s sweaty body recoiled from the blow as her binds strained to hold her body in place. But Mistress Nellie then again raised the ostrich feather, this time stroking Madeleine’s newly pink left armpit. Unable to control herself, Madeleine again flinched, inciting the Mistress to strike her in the right armpit. Madeleine again fidgeted at the touch of the feather, and then writhed from the blow of the riding crop, the process repeated a final time so that each underarm had been struck twice by the leather implement.

Madeleine’s glorious armpits were bright red from being struck and as I watched, I was torn between the sensation of complete and utter arousal and sympathy for my personal genie. But the image was so erotic that quickly got over any guilt I was feeling. I did however, long to rush in and kiss the pain away from Madeleine’s smooth, silky, wet pits. Mistress Nellie then lowered both her feather and her riding crop, placing them back down on the table, an angry scowl on her face. She then stood before Madeleine once again and stared at her before barking at her again.

“You have failed your Mistress miserably and deserve to be humiliated!”

With that, she reached up and untied the string which held Madeleine’s corset together. Unthreading the string, she allowed the corset to break apart before falling to the floor, and as a result, Madeleine’s large chest bounded forward in front of her, bouncing freely as if excited to be freed from beneath the latex. I stared in amazement, still on the edge of my seat as her breasts jiggled for several more seconds before drooping in front of her.

Madeleine’s head slumped forward as if it were hung in shame while Mistress Nellie turned and walked back toward the table. Madeleine’s topless body dangled limply before my eyes, the only garment on it was a skimpy black thong covering little more than her most intimate body part. I stared at her, not wanting to blink for fear of missing any chance to watch. Her breasts were beautiful, but even better, her cavernous pits were succulent looking and red as a beet! But Mistress Nellie wasn’t done yet, and repeated her previous instructions.

“You are to remain perfectly still. If you flinch at anytime, your Mistress will reprimand you. Do you understand?”

Mistress Nellie then grabbed the feather once again, this time whisking over Madeleine’s right nipple. Immediately she flinched, and as expected, her fiery red, right armpit was swatted by the riding crop. Her left nipple was then stroked, Madeleine unable to prevent her body from squirming, and taking another slap on her left armpit. Mistress Nellie then ran the feather up the right side of Madeleine’s taut inner thigh, prompting her to writhe again, thereby subjecting her right pit to another whack. She repeated the tickling to Madeleine’s left thigh, not surprisingly, drawing the same reaction.

Madeleine’s arms began to quiver as the soft skin beneath each arm became a crimson red. The dominatrix continued to stroke various parts of Madeleine’s body, each time punishing her pits for being unable to withstand the ticking. This went on for several more minutes until finally Mistress Nellie lifted the feather, stroking the tip of it in the valley which formed Madeleine’s right armpit. To my amazement, Madeleine did not react at all, her body perfectly still as the dominatrix tickled it for several seconds.

She then stroked Madeleine’s left armpit, again drawing no reaction. I was stunned that the pit ticking which had caused Madeleine to writhe so quickly before, now drew no reaction. I quickly surmised that the thrashing had left both of her pits numb and unable to feel the affects of the feather. Finally Mistress Nellie placed both the feather and riding crop down on the table and walked out of the room, leaving Madeleine’s constrained body to dangle before me.

At that point I realized that Madeleine had an incredible ability to arouse me as much as I had ever been aroused before. She had proven to me that she was an incredibly sensuous woman with an intoxicating vulnerability. I imagined taking her down from her binds, lowering her to the floor and licking every inch of each armpit in an attempt to ease her pain. I wanted to taste her sweat, lick away her pain, and experience first hand, the incredible sight I was seeing. I also longed to make love to her, which was a sensation I had never felt toward her before.

As I continued to stare, lost in the fantasy, suddenly the curtain began to close. I found myself jumping up and rushing toward the glass, not wanting to miss one second of the image before it was taken away from me forever. When the curtain finally closed, I dropped back into the chair, exhausted, even though I had done nothing but sit and watch. Within a few minutes a large gentlemen came into the room to escort me off of the premises.

He reminded me on the way out that I should leave the area and not wait for Madeleine. When I asked if I could make that she was okay, he instructed me that she was being well taken care of. I thought to myself, “not nearly as well as I would like to take care of her!”

As I left the building and began the drive home, I was as horny as I had ever been in my life. As I got to my apartment and walked in, I immediately looked up her phone number and gave her a call. I knew that she wouldn’t be home yet, but I felt like I had to speak with her.

“Hi Madeleine, it’s me. Please call me when you get in. I want to make sure that you are okay. But I also want to thank YOU this time. That was one of the most erotic experiences in my life and ….. well just give me a call when you can, okay?”

With that I hung up, hoping she would call me back, and hoping that she would let me come over and lick her pain away!

TO BE CONTINUED!

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