Naked and wearing nothing but a black blindfold, Eve pinned her ears back and tried to tune in, hoping to predict where the first blow would come from.

The sound of a thin tool flying through the air swished through the basement, and she clenched her hands and curled her toes in anxious anticipation. With her wrists chained to the ceiling and her ankles cuffed to the floor, these were the last parts of her body she could move freely.

Jane knew how to restrain her subs.

The chain holding Eve’s arms together hung from a butcher’s hook in the ceiling, and the two others keeping her legs aside were secured to metal rings cemented to the floor.

But it wasn’t the physical pain of her subs that turned Jane on — she stopped getting a high from that years ago — it was the emotional torment of them not knowing what, where, when, and how would come at them.

Take beautiful, gazelle-like Eve.

In this moment, Eve knew perfectly well that Jane had swung something in the direction of her body.

But what was it? A belt? A strap? A bullwhip? A leather flogger? Where would it hit her? The wondered that it could come from any direction and strike either side ate away at her. When would it land on her skin? Not that being able to tell would make it any less painful. And how badly would it hurt? She was soon to figure out.

Eve screamed hoarse.

The relief of knowing preceded the pain of learning.

It was a bullwhip. The whip struck her left breast, its tip licking the nipple with such ferociousness, it turned pink and stiffened up. Her instincts kicked in and she tried to wrench herself out of the restraints helplessly. Before she even knew it, Eve screamed again as Jane’s whip smacked her in almost the same spot, now leaving it red.

“Relax, pet, and take it,” Jane said in a cold, demanding voice, then sent the whip flying through the air a third time. She bashed the shiny piercing on Eve’s flawlessly flat, trembling belly. The whip sunk deep into Eve skin, and she screeched and shuddered.

Jane knew a thing or two about cruelty from growing up in foster homes. She had sadistic thoughts from as far as she could remember, and she got off on punishing women as much as she did men. It was all the same to her — pets, she’d call them — that deserved to be punished if they wanted to be loved.

She had all the reasons to punish Eve.

It wasn’t that Eve was hotter than her. They both turned heads on the street in different methods. But Eve was younger and more privileged. She had grown up in wealth, all the time being the good girl for mommy and daddy, obeying everything they said, doing what they wanted.

Then Eve went to school — and discovered that she was a good Christian girl who wanted to be treated bad. She met Jane in a forum and got her ass spanked the following day. That was more than a year ago. Now Eve stops by Jane’s basement, screaming “Oh, God!” every Sunday on her way back from church.

The whip swished loudly and snapped from below, flicking Eve’s clitoris, parting her lower lips with its lizard tongue and finding its way to her ass crack. The pain was so intense that her body quaked and tears ran like two rivers under her blindfold.

“Tell me you want more, pet!” Jane instructed.

Eve bit her lower lip and, for a brief few seconds, hesitated.

“Yes, Mistress, I…” she opened her mouth to say, but the wrapping of the whip around her inner thigh kept her from finishing the sentence, and instead she screamed out, “Aaaaaah, God!” instead.

“The next time I ask nicely, you better not hesitate.”

“Yes, I… AAAAAGH! AAAAAAAAH!! AAAAAAAAAAH!!!”

Jane kept whipping her up and down, left and right, from above and below, straight and at an angle, mercilessly. The sound of Eve’s tender and pale skin getting whipped to the point of redness was only muffled by her howls.

“You look so pretty when you cry, pet. Let me see those eyes,” Jane said, as she put the whip on the drawer cabinet behind Eve’s back and came up to her to take the blindfold off.

Her eyes were pretty.

They glistened like blue gems in a rivulet of tears.

Jane held Eve by the cheeks and kissed her hard and deep. “Do you want to continue, pet?”

Eve gave Jane a submissive look and nodded her head twice.

Jane strolled to the cabinet and came back with a pair of nipple clamps attached with two chains to a red ball gag.

She fastened the clamps on one of Eve’s nipples, and then the other. She screwed them on so tight, it looked like they were about to pop off at any moment. Jane spat lavishly on the gag ball, put it in Eve’s mouth, and tied it around the back of her head so it was wedged securely to her mouth.

The chain attaching the clamps to the gag ball was intentionally too short, and the clamps pulled hard on Eve’s nipples, stretching them out and lifting her perky C-cups tall.

Even the slightest movement of Eve’s jaw, like when she would swallow or make a sound, tugged on the clamps, hurting her.

Jane marched toward the metal cabinet a second time.

She stood behind Eve and slapped her butt cheeks, establishing ownership, before spreading them open like a ripe peach and popping a giant plug in her asshole. She gave no notice to Eve and she used spit instead of lube, adding extra friction to the insertion.

Between her aching nipples and her sore ass, Eve tried to control her breaths… but she couldn’t. Her asshole was playing a losing game: the more her hole stretched, the harder it tried to clench; the harder it tried to clench, the more it had to stretch out.

Eve jerked like a fish out of water. Her muffled sounds of desperation filled the basement. But you could tell that she liked to suffer. Her pussy gleamed with grool that kept trickling down the fresh whipping marks on her inner thighs.

Jane stuck her middle finger up Eve’s cunt from behind and rotated it harshly, daubing it in Eve’s juices. “Oh, pet, if you could see how wet you are… You enjoy being punished so much, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh!”

Jane took her finger out of Eve’s cunt and smeared it under her hose. Eve tried to turn away, but the pull on her nipples was too hard. With no other option to breathe, Eve had to snort up own pussy juices.

“Get a good sniff of your arousal, pet!”

She wasn’t even half done.

Jane drew a fat, veiny dildo from one of the drawers — a dildo well over the capacity of Eve’s co-ed pussy — and kneeled down under her slit to rub its head on her labia and coat it in her sparkling fluids. Pressing the base of the dildo with the palm on her hand, she pushed every inch of the dildo up Eve’s quivering hole.

Finally, the picture was complete: Restraints on the wrists and ankles. Nipple clamps tied to a ball gag in the mouth. A plug up the ass and a girthy dildo up the pussy.

Jane walked around, caressing Eve’s body, taking in the scene, wondering what of all things on her mind to do with her beloved pet next. Grabbing hold of her phone, she sat on the brown leather couch before Eve. She unlocked her phone, swiped her finger a couple of times, and sat there, and fixed her eyes on Eve.

The dildo and the butt plug started vibrating on full speed in Eve’s holes. “A-A-A-A-A-A-A-H,” Eve vocalized the sensations in her body. Every tremble and vibration of her voice reflected on her stretched nipples, leaving her drooling in conflicting pleasure and pain.

Jane stood up, circled her slowly, and tapped on her phone until it started buzzing. She set the phone on Eve’s clitoris with one hand and held her by the neck with the other, pulling the chain impossibly taut between the palm of her hand and Eve’s neck.

Eve cried out in confusion. Her nervous system became so overwhelmed, she could see stars. Her nipples got yellow, then white, then purple, and then blue while the phone buzzed on her clitoris and the toys vibrated inside her holes. She didn’t know what of all things happening in her body to react to.

Jane suddenly released her hold over Eve’s neck.

The chain that held the ball gag and nipple clamps together went back to the way it was — tight, but not as intolerably as a few seconds ago.

Feeling relief from the pain, Eve kept panting as the toys and phone drove her closer, and closer, and ever so closer to orgasm. Jane leaned towards Eve’s face, licked her spit off of her chin like dessert, and whispered in her ear, “It’s time to cum, pet.”

And cum she did. Eve shook like a rabid dog against the restraints, making the chains rattle as she grunted, moaned, and sobbed through the gag. She swung her head wildly, pulling her tits in all directions, until both of the clamps came off snapping.

With her holes contracting around the dildo and the butt plug, Eve squirted unbelievable amounts of pussy juices onto the floor, splashing Jane’s hands as she held the buzzing phone on her clit and supported the vibrating dildo by the base so it wouldn’t plop out from her convulsing pussy.

At first, Eve moaned in pleasure. But, as Jane continued to work her, she screamed in pain. Then came the sobbing in anguish. Jane let her cum, and cum, and cum, and cum, and cum again. Eventually, nothing — not even a droplet — could ooze out of Eve’s glands, but the forced orgasms continued for minutes.

When Eve’s mindless vocalizations became quieter, Jane retracted her phone from her clit. She grabbed a cigarette from the top of the drawer, lit it, and smoked, watching and listening. Her tied pet’s yelps and whimpers were music to her ears.