The British Airways flight from Heathrow to Budapest was full and contained the usual run of passengers, businessmen and women, tourists and weekenders, but one couple stood out from the rest. He was a tall, powerfully built man with dark hair, greying slightly at the temples, who exuded an air of authority which was difficult to define, while his companion was a stunning blonde, who by contrast, appeared to be much more subservient by nature waiting on his every word. She was certainly striking in appearance, with a classical hour glass figure, emphasised by the clinging white knitted dress she was wearing. When she moved down the cabin, it was obvious that she was braless, and if she was wearing any underwear at all, it could only be a minute thong.
Although none of their travelling companions were aware of it, she was in fact Cat-o-Nine, famous in Fetish circles for her ability to endure the lash and he was her Master, who she always referred to and addressed as `Sir`, and they were, in fact, travelling to a Fetish Party in a castle in central Hungary where Cat would be stripped naked and `Sir` would administer sixty lashes with his single tailed whip for the delectation of the many onlookers.
"Sir, I have an uneasy feeling about this whole business, we will be in a strange country, what will happen if anything goes wrong?"
"What can go wrong? You`ve taken sixty several times before with no problems, and we are being paid handsomely, a high fee plus all expenses. Don`t worry."
After the plane landed and the pair had collected their luggage and passed through Customs, they made their way to the pre-agreed meeting point to meet their host, Count Istvan Nagy.
Nagy politely welcomed his guests, making small talk about their trip and generally exchanging pleasantries, before escorting them to the Car Park where his large Mercedes saloon was stationed. They all entered and, once their luggage had been stowed, began the long journey into the interior and Castle Nagy.
The trip took about four hours, and on arrival, Nagy had his major domo show them to the luxurious room which was be their home for a couple of nights. They were informed that dinner would in an hour and that the Party would commence immediately afterwards so it was advisable to change into their party gear.
`Sir` always wore black trousers and a white shirt for their performances and Cat a relatively cheap, disposable ensemble that `Sir` could destroy when he stripped her for punishment. On this occasion she wore only a thin white blouse, a short black skirt and heels.
Dinner was delicious, and the pair were amazed at the array of Fetish outfits on display everything from cock rings to nipple clamps and elaborate costumes to stark nudity.
The first formal display on the stage was a demonstration of dressage by dominant and two virtually naked pony girls which was greeted by only a mild degree of enthusiasm. Count Istvan informing them that Cat`s flogging at midnight was the major event to which everyone was keenly looking forward.
Cat, herself, was drawn to the striking looking woman who was striding purposefully towards them, she must have been almost six feet tall and was dressed in very dominant black leather, with a wicked looking riding switch attached to her belt, along with nipple clamps handcuffs and suchlike, but it was the woman`s face which struck a chord of fear into Cat, despite the obvious good looks it just emanated cruelty, and the way she looked at the scantily clad blonde made Cat only too aware that her nipples were stiff and protruding from the thin blouse and that her sex was starting to become moist.
As the woman drew closer, Cat could see that her short cropped hair had a white streak, which made her think of Cruella deVille, and that impression was intensified as she became even more aware of the lustful and proprietary way in which she was being inspected.
"Ah. Allow me to introduce you to my sister Irina Nagy. Irina this is the couple who will be providing the highlight of our evening very shortly."
"Mm, so this is Cat-o-Nine, the infamous pain slut. I`m told that your ability to withstand the lash is legendary. Well that is a question I would like to put to the test myself. I have a proposition for you, Whatever my brother is paying you, you may keep, and I will add double that amount to it, on condition that instead of being flogged by your normal partner, you become my submissive for one hour on that stage. I promise you you will not be permanently harmed, but I guarantee there will be tears. I know that you need the money, and that if you refuse my offer, you reputation will be in tatters as will your future earnings potential."
Both Cat and `Sir` were taken aback by this turn of events, but found Irina`s logic hard to dispute and realised they had been forced into a corner from which there was no escape.
"Good that`s settled then. Brother, will you have the caning frame brought to the stage, the one from the old Pest Reformatory, and you ,girl come with me, I wish to examine you."
Cat now thoroughly frightened , followed the dominant woman into a side room.
"Well, what are you waiting for, girl, strip and be quick about it."
It took only a few seconds for Cat to obediently remove her scanty clothing and stand naked before her nemesis.
"Present position, you stupid slut. Let the dog see the rabbit."
Cat adopted the humiliating position, and, for the next few moments, was subjected to the most humiliating inspection she had ever experienced.
Her mouth and teeth were checked, her breasts were palpated and weighed as if they were two melons, her buttocks were pinched and prodded and their texture thoroughly examined and, finally, Irina fingered the shaven mound and turned her nose up in disgust at the state of Cat`s dripping sex.
"I have to admit, English woman, you are remarkably beautiful and in excellent physical condition, which means that the next hour will prove a significant experience for both of us."
TBC.
