Discipline in the Desert

[fiploss]

What can I say about Cat? 

Good looking girl, petite, brown hair with blond streaks, 120 pounds, tanned skin and great legs.  She was 52 at the time and quite a vanilla personality.  

We dated for about six months and  we had a good time.  She was over at my place a majority of the time and my place happened to be a Minnie Winnie rec vehicle in the middle of the Sonoran Desert.  She had her place in the "town" if you would call it that, a bar gas station and convenience store. 

It was a Tuesday, we just left the bar after drinking all afternoon.  We got into her truck and I was driving.  The trip included a stop at the local "store"  to  pickup some beer and cigarettes.  When we stopped and she put the gas pump nozzle in to her old trucks fill port I could sense something was wrong.    She skirted all the usual cute quips and banter that I put out.

I wondered , but I knew I would come clean,....after all I loved her.

We got into her truck and headed out for the eight mile trip to my place.  

We went down the road a bit, rumbling along in this old truck of hers and I sensed something was bothering her.  I made some furtive glances and caught her just staring out the window , oblivious to any conversation material....

 

[Leisa]

Very intriguing. Cannot wait for you to turn the vanilla girl into a kinky one.

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We made the turn at the mailboxes onto the washboard dirt road that led to my property.  As I made the left the sun came into full view and glared off of the dusty windshield.  I caught a glimpse of her legs, one propped up on the twelve pack of beer we just purchased the other slightly outstretched but placed where I could have full view.  Her arms folded, her cowgirl hat slightly tilted to the side, the sight of the soft golden hairs on her arms and thighs glistening in the sunlight sent me into full on raging boner mode.  My cock expanded and became so hard I would have swore I could drill through concrete with it.

Dick wise, I am not a small guy by any means...sure my length is a bit above average however my girth is probably three times the average guy.  This situation became very embarrassing real fast, my cock seemed to develop a brain all of its own.  It slid down my leg and expanded until it took up all the available room in my shorts.  The head was just ***king out of the end of the shorts and starting to drizzle a good amount of pre-cum.  I guess it was the fantasy that I was replaying that caused this but I will never be sure, she spotted my hard on and spoke up, "you may as well lose that because you've lost this." She wave and flourished her two hands over the length of her torso as if she was performing some type of magic trick.

I had fantasized since I met her that she would be a perfect domme.  I would be ordered around by her, then for any little indiscretion she would order me to strip naked and get on my knees where she would dutifully "put me in my place" as she was fond of saying.  I imagined her using a strap, a whip, a piece of a branch, let's suffice it to say anything that could inflict *** and not cause permanent brain damage.  I imagined begging for her forgiveness and supplicating myself at her feet, working my kisses of thanks up her ankles, shins and thighs.  If I didn't please my mistress, the beatings would begin anew.  I especially fantasized about her taking a beating of my worthless hide in public.  

Ah...alas this was not in the stars as they say....Cat was just to damn nice for that.  Eh, or so I thought....LOL! 

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She sort of caught me off guard, I responded with a stutter, "Wah, whaddya mean?".  She snapped her head around to catch me right in my eyes and said, "do you have anything you want to tell me, mister?".  This was an obvious set up....my dad used to pull this on me when I was a ***ager and I wasn't going to fall for it.  

All was lost on that front so I blurted out, "how did you find out?".

"You're asshole buddy Rob at the bar asked me out on a date." she said   I mentally kicked myself for not realizing that, we had seen Rob at the hotel where he works as a maintenance guy.

"He told me he saw you with your whore...what's her name at the hotel and then later at the bar...", she started crying.  'Three days and you couldn't keep your hands off her!" , "Do you know what a fool I feel like?!", "You humiliated me in front of everybody, the whole town probably knows by now."  "And to think...that stupid son-of-a-bitch was asking me out because he thought we were no longer together!", tirade completed.

We pulled into my driveway a few seconds later.  

 

 

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She shoved me over and out of the truck.  She put it in gear and started to move and yelled out the window "you're an *** and deserve to be beaten like one!"  I slammed the side of her truck and she put on the brakes...I yelled out"what do you mean?".

She got out of the truck and put her hands on her hips, looked squarely at me and said, "you deserve a good old fashioned horse whippin'!"

Ka-Ching- I just hit the million dollar kink lottery!!!

The relationship couldn't be saved, I knew this, besides it was never that committed on my part anyway.  I might as well get something out of this a a parting gift...lol.

Imagine Cat with a fire and hatred in her eyes for that moment, she wanted to take a whip and beat me into oblivion.  My fantasy come true, her unleashing her anger on my hide as I was tied and immobilized not being able to do anything about it.  I just had to deal with it.

This is why the next thing she said to me was shocking.  She got back in her truck and her demeanor was very calm.  She looked at me and said ,"do you agree? "  I said,"about what?"

"That you should be punished!"   

My response, " harshly, I've embarrassed you and should be shown no mercy,"

"Don't call me, I don't want to hear your voice."    I will message you with instructions for your punishment!"

I stood there dumfounded as she drove off into the night...was this really happening?

 

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I am a masochist by nature so I really do dig ***... I have a very high tolerance and have taking a few severe beatings in the past.  I can say that I do enjoy the anticipation and definitely the *** part get's my cock super hard.  I especially like it if I am blindfolded and have no idea of who else may be watching...see a little smile on a stranger out on the street and wonder if they were there watching you get your worthless hide tanned :) Mmmm...

 

Into the RV I went and stripped down to my underwear.  I laid on the bed, pulled my cock out and gave it a vigorous stroking.  I came so hard my load landed on my chest and nipples.  Swabbing it up with my t-shirt I sucked every last drop out and swallowed; all the while thinking of the beating that was coming to me.  Then I drifted off to sleep.

 

 

 

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The next morning was a typical Monday.  I awoke, did my morning routine, checked my phone for texts...nothing.

 

I gathered my stuff and headed out for my truck.  I threw my phone on the passengers side along with some paperwork and a few tools and headed out to take care of my stops.

The morning went along without a hitch and by eleven am I was ready to move on and get lunch.  I went out to the truck and sat in the drivers seat, glancing over to the other side I spotted my phone and the little blue light was on letting me know I received a message.

 

I reached over and picked it up.  My stomach had butterflies going in it and the two scars on my butt cheeks started to tingle.  I must admit I was nervous, curious, frightened and suddenly very horny all at once.

 

I pressed the button and scrolled down, there was a message from Cat...

I opened the message and this is what she had texted:

Cat:  I stayed up most of the night thinking of what I wanted to do to you.

         Yes, I will punish you!

         Your sentence will be - not less than 10 and not more than 30 lashes depending if you follow my instructions to the letter or not!

         You will be whipped at a time and place of my choosing.  Stand by for further details! Do not call me!

         Yes, after this is done I am done with you, I never want to speak to, hear from or see you again!

 

 

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I drove to my place where I usually grab lunch.   I sat there and hardly touched my food, there were a thousand questions running through my mind.

Where was she going to do it?  Chances were she would do it at her place.  How?  She had a huge tree at the back of her yard, perhaps she would tie me to it and render the beating.  Would she use a whip or a strap?  Maybe she would go for it and use that nasty looking bullwhip I spotted in her shed when I was doing some work for her.

Cat trained horses for a living, quite a successful businesswoman in her own right and a champion rodeo rider.  She has been doing it for over twenty years and has a couple of horses and a  paddock is what I think she called it.  There way also a pen that I built with her. That's actually how we met....she needed help building the horse pen and hired me to help her and we hit it off.  

When I was helping her she had asked me to go to the shed and bring something back, let me tell you, when I opened the door it was like a kid being in a toy store.  On the walls hung all manner of whips, leather straps, bridles ropes and lassos.  I just had to stop and take it all in, the smell of freshly oiled leather was overpowering and it wondered if she was into the lifestyle.

I really took my time looking through the items in the shed until finally she came looking for me.

"Did you find it?" she asked   At this moment I completely forgot what I was looking for so I diverted with a couple of seemingly innocent questions.

"What's this used for?" I asked as I picked up some type of belt.  "That's a bridle strap, have you ever rode a horse?", she responded in kind.   "No, not I, ***s and me don't really see eye to eye...ha, ha, ha.", I said.  

I glanced around at the wall where all her whips were hanging and joked, "have you ever used any of them on a person, maybe a bad boyfriend?"

She turned to look at me and said," Oh, god no, I'm not into that type of stuff."  

"Let's get back to work, its getting late...after we finish I'll get us some dinner", she said.  With that she picked up whatever it is I was sent to get and walked away from me.  She was perfect, walking away in those cowgirl boots, her cutoff denim shorts baring those tanned great looking legs.  The cowgirl hat really topped it and all I could do was stand there and fantasize about her dominating me.

A few moments of daydreaming then I went back to work.  We hooked up a few weeks later and began dating, it was very casual for the first month or so then she started talking about marriage and commitment.  This is where I fucked up and should have just been straight with her, come right out and say that's not what I was looking for but we were having fun and the sex was super hot.

 

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After lunch I got back in my truck and proceeded to do the rest of my stops.  I was so distracted by the idea of Cat dominating me that I couldn't keep my head in the game and decided to call it an early day.

Got back in the truck and started it, screaming hot today so I put the AC on blast, filled in some info on another useless check sheet and grabbed the phone from the passenger's seat.  The little blue light was lit, I was so nervous I fumbled with the phone and dropped it to the floorboard.  Scrolling down I found the new message from Cat and read it with high anticipation:

 

Cat:  Your sentence will be executed on Friday at 5 pm.  No excuses!

          I thought about doing it to you at my place but I have nosy neighbors and don't need any more drama in my life.  We will conduct this operation in private in that crappy mobile home that is

          on your property.

I had fif*** acres where I lived in my little RV, the intention was to build a house on it sooner or later.  There was an old dilapidated run-down double wide mobile home on the very south end of the property.  Hell, I hadn't been down to it in so long I practically forgot it was there.  You couldn't see it from the area where I had the RV because it was behind a rise and lower in elevation.  I had brought Cat there once when I was showing her around the property, I was surprised she remembered it.

Cat:  Go the mobile home and clear out some space, find some way to rig up some ropes to tie yourself up spread eagle.  Leave enough of room to swing a whip.  Before the appointed time go           there and change into your birthday suit, get yourself all trussed up and restrained and I will be there to mete out the punishment.  You're a smart guy I know you will figure something out!

I was ecstatic to see this moving along at such a place but I had a lot of questions, I wanted it to be perfect.  So, I shot her back a text message:

Me:  May I ask a question?

Cat:  What is it? Make it fast!

Me:  Would you like me to be hanging by my wrists or ankles?

Cat:  Wrists will do.

Me:  Yes ma'am I will do as you bid.

Cat: Scratch that last order, hang by your ankles!  And make sure your legs are spread as far apart as they will go...I might as well make this interesting for me...for once!

Me:  Yes ma'am...I will do my best.

On the way back home my mind kept drifting to the scenario and how it would be played out.  I knew i was going to be hurting after it, good thing she picked a weekend but damn that means I'm going to have to hurry to construct something.  I was 165 pounds and I knew the ceiling of that mobile home wouldn't support my weight being tied to it, not even considering all the bucking and bouncing I'm sure would occur with a good thorough whipping.  Looks like I needed to make a run to the Home Depot!

[Ky****]

with look she'll enjoy it and give you regular beating, suspended for a horse whipping u lucky sod! lol I'm jealous

[fiploss]

Thank you for the comment Kymi.  I needed it bad back then...and I got it!

Keep reading and you will be introduced very soon to a new character that had an integral role in the whole affair.

And as for Cat; she turned out to be not quite the innocent that she portrayed herself as....stay tuned...LOL!

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On with the story:

I drove through the desert on the interstate heading for home and made the decision to stop at the Home Depot and pick up the materials then.  It was on the way and I didin't have a lot of time to be fucking around.

When I got the truck loaded with the items I bought you would think I was constructing an eigh***th century Man-o-War sailing vessel.  I tend to overthink things but I probably outdid myself this time.  I had three varieties of rope and different thicknesses, lumber in all different dimensions and plenty of hardware...cleats, hooks, eyebolts...I was ready to party...ha ha!

Truth be told, I didn't know what I was going to build and just wanted to be prepared for every possibility.  I hate running back to the store for the lack of one solitary screw or the wrong size board.  My answer: just buy it all...LOL...four hundred and eigh*** dollars and change later I may rethink my engineering process!

It was about seven thirty when I rolled up to my RV and I figured I would at least unload this material tonight.  It was still light but fading fast but I could get it done besides if it did take longer I had a portable generator on the truck and work-lights. I would have to keep that in mind in case this whole session ran into dark time as there was no power to that mobile home.

I went into the RV and grabbed a couple of beers, threw them in the truck and proceeded to drive along the trail at the edge of the property back to the mobile home.

This mobile home was in really rough shape and had always kind of creeped me out.  The door was half falling off its hinges and swung when the wind blew with a loud creaking noise that was reminiscent of an old west ghost town.  The inside was no better, there was a gaping hole in the roof of the kitchen, graffiti all over the living room and bedroom areas.  It reeked of urine and some type of *** dung smell.  There was a stained urine soaked mattress and bed in the main bedroom along with a  nine*** seventies looking dresser with a cracked dressing mirror which had some gawd awful decals of vines or such vegetative nonsense stenciled along the sides of it.

The threadbare carpet with the worn path down the center of the room was testament to the hard life that this dwelling had been exposed to.  ***agers and derelicts of all stripes had used this as there personal love shack for years before I arrived.  As I stated before, I had every intention of getting rid of this eyesore however in light of the circumstances, if this works out I may keep it a while longer as a play place.

I did a walk through to scope out where everything would go.  Wind torn raggedy curtains flopping lazily, dust coming up from the floor in clouds everywhere I stepped, hot as the devil and I wondered why any sane person would look to live here.

I looked in the bedroom and after a few ninja whip poses imagining the whole thing decided that there was not enough room.  Back in the living room area it afforded enough of space for someone to be trussed up while another beat their worthless hide with an instrument of ***.  Yes, this was the place!  I went to work immediately, clearing the trash left by uninvited visitors, picking up pieces of broken glasses from no longer functioning windows and at last moving the remnants of what was left of a couch.  This thing probably had a lot of stories to tell but it needed to go.  I dragged it around the corner and pushed it out the door.

I took all of the items off the truck and stacked them neatly in the corner, I would finish this tomorrow after work.  I looked around once again and the though occurred to me that I would be alone when I was preparing to get beat.  How was I going to pull that off? Getting into restraints and being suspended upside down.  The it clicked, I would make something like a hangman's gallows and elevate myself on something, slip my feet in the restraints and push my self off.  The old dresser in the other room would work for this so I dragged it into the living room and set it where I thought the gallows would be centered.  There was a bonus of having a mirror so I could see what was going on when she wielded the whip towards my skin.

I daydreamed a bit, imagining her with her cowgirl outfit, me hanging there anxiously waiting for the next stripe.  She would pull the whip behind her and shake it out so the full length was available for damage, give it a shake, one hand on her left hip then wind up and the swish and finally the crack as the leather bit into my worthless ass.

Oh well, something to jerk off to tonight, as I got in the truck and headed back to the RV.

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I worked on my "contraption" all of Tuesday night after work and into Wednesday.  Finally I was finished and stepped back to admirer my handiwork.  I grabbed a cold beer out of the little cooler and moved to the side of the "hangin' gallows" to get a better look at it.  The generator outside running on the truck provided power for the work light that cast an ominous upward shadow of this creation on the wall.  I made some final adjustments and pulled the rope through the eyebolts drilled in the top beam, stopping to take a measurement or two and figuring the length I needed for each piece.  I actually grabbed a piece of paper, made a sketch with a little stick figure with his legs spread and tried to remember that trig stuff I learned in high school.  Finally, it came back to me and I was able to get accurate lengths for the rope plus the stretch and the knot with bight.  Who said you will never use all that crap you learned in high school math, show them I just put it to use for a good purpose...LOL.

By my calculations, the spacing and the length of the rope at the securing point would leave me dangling with my legs spread apart about six feet.  I tested this out by spreading my legs to a mark I made on the floor.  That was good, my ass cheeks would be taut but not inflexible and my asshole would be visible if I moved, I was going for maximum *** here.

I tied the two rope ends into the cutest little hangman's nooses that ever saw, I was very proud of my project so I stepped back and took a swig of beer when I caught a shadow of movement out of the corner of my eye.

Startled and alarmed I spun around and there she was.  Standing on one perfectly shaped leg the other bent upward with her foot and back against the wall holding what looked to be an ice cold dripping six pack in her right and and a cigarette in her left.

It was Amy....AKA: "The whore"

"What'cha building there my little play friend?", she asked.

"A jungle gym for the kiddies, what are you doing here?", I replied

"In the neighborhood and thought you may want a cold one.", she said.  "I didn't see your truck at the RV so I followed the sound of the generator and here I am, surprise!", she added

 

Amy...ah...Amy  What can I say about Amy?

Great looking gal, 50 years old, short black hair cut in almost a bob type style,  great sense of humor.  She is about five foot six or seven and weighs in at about one hundred fifty pounds.  Big breasted, legs to die for, olive skin complexion.  Her lineage is from the middle east somewhere, Egypt, Libya, Jordan...one of those countries, she told me but it was hard to hear with her gorgeous mid eastern thighs wrapped around my head.  

Amy is a hardcore masochist... we met online through a BDSM dating site.  I was looking for something to "fill the void" and she was looking for a play partner.  I think this is where the wires got crossed, both of us checked off switch under role in the profile, I guess when you do that its just like checking off Bi in the sex boxes...it doubles your chances for a date on Friday night.

She only lived about twenty minutes away in the next town over and my gal was out of town for three days...perfect.  I responded to her invite and I asked her out for a couple of drinks and whatever may come up.  She jumped onboard and almost beat me to the tavern that's about eight miles away.

When we met we instantly hit it off.  Her sense of humor and mine are almost identical, we joked and laughed, told stories for about two and a half hours.  She then leaned over to me and asked in a sultry voice, " my manna vock clure trock".  Me being half fucking deaf anyway and with the cowboy music blaring from the jukebox I said, "Sure sweetheart whatever your religion requires." She responded with or what I thought I heard,"bed glow, rye gannha beat ya rock!"  I waved her off once again listening to one of the good ole boys tell another stagnant joke at the other table.  This time she practically screamed it at me," Let's go, I wanna suck your cock!".  Joy oh joy...all I could do was put my hand in the air and say,"Check please!".

After the immediate shock of that predicament wore off it was time to leave.  My well wishing shit kickers making all types of commentary as we left.  One guy pointed out,"You gotta fly Hoss, that filly needs to be broken!" 

we got out to my truck and she got in the passenger's side, I said,"what about your vehicle?"   She responded,"So sweet of you to worry, I'll get it later, right now we have business to take care of, I have to settle my tab."  I was like,"what the hell are you talkin' about?".  "With you silly", she said.  "I embarrassed you in front of your friends, now I need to be disciplined if you want this to work!", she added. "What do you want me to do? Go back in and buy them a round of drinks?", I said, dismayed.  "No, you have to take out your anger and disappointment on my ass!", she responded

"I can see I'm going to have to be the one making all the decisions around here!", she quipped.  "Tell me, no, yet order me to go out there and let the tailgate down, pull down my skirt and undies and you are going to take off your belt and make my ass cherry red!"

I obliged to her request, she got out and proceeded to the rear of the truck, dropped the gate bent over and pulled her skirt down exposing even more gorgeous olive thigh.  Then she pulled her panties down around mid thigh, pulled her elbows into her sides, with a turned head on the bed of the truck she said, "let me have it, take off your belt and beat my ass right here in the parking lot in front of all of these motherfuckers!".  

Perfectly shaped ass, faintly yellow tinted parking lot light glinting off of the fine hairs on her lower back and ass, just a glimpse of swollen labia.  I almost ***d, I fumbled with my buckle and got the belt undone.  Pulling it off, I doubled it and took about five swats at that great ass.  I watched it ripple and was in awe....such beauty.

She hissed," is that all you got, c'mon my grandma hits harder than you, you're here to tech me a lesson!"  She said,"I'll make it easy for you."  She slid her skirt down and caught it with her ankle, slipped out of one leg and the the undies followed. Now she was leaning over with her skirt and panties on one leg around her ankle and she spread her legs as far apart as they would go.  What a delightful vision, I was enraptured.  She woke me from my stupor with,"Now give me ten strokes and make them hard!, hurry we don't have a lot of time before they call the cops!"

I looked at the bar and could see a few gapers, holding pool cues and beers looking like a bunch of stunned fish in an aquarium.  Figured we're in this deep let's go.  So I proceeded to lay ten good solid lashes on her behind and with each one I could swear that she purred.

Time being of the essence, she pulled her drawers and skirt back up and we hopped into the truck and took off into the night.  We stopped at another place and this scene was almost identically played out although with a different cast of characters.

She loved that scene so much and played it out all over I found out later on I wasn't the only partner she had done it with!   God bless her!

[Ky****]

I'm changing my name to Amy, lol

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Amy took her foot off the wall, took a long drag of the cigarette then dropped it on the threadbare carpet.  "Hope you don't mind me putting this out on this expensive rug of yours?", she mused.

She walked towards the gallows like a lion stalking its prey.  Two beers were liberated from their plastic bondage and one found its way into my hand.  She opened her's and downed a gulp while studying the structure before her as if it were a piece in an art museum.  "Nice engineering job, what's it for?, did you find some gnomes that need to be executed?", she said

"Ha ha ha, smart ass, I'll show you what its for.", I said to her while opening the text messages on my phone and scrolling to the beginning of Cat's messages.   "She found out about us", I added.

She leisurely read through the messages scrolling back a couple of times and then she let out a chuckle and said,"boy, oh boy, you really fucked up ha ha ha".  I answered her,"yes, and I hope she makes me pay dearly for it, ha ha ha."  "Oh I'm sure she will, I've seen the pictures of her on your phone and she looks like she has a mean streak in her, in fact I'm jealous, do you think we could get her to do both of us, like a two'fer?", she countered.

"At least call her and ask if I can come over and watch.", she said  I told her,"I don't think that's a good idea, she was awfully ***ed off at the mention of you."  

She spun around and put the beer on the ratty old dresser, "ahh, no sense of adventure is what you suffer from."  I said,"I think that is the least of my shortcomings, ha ha ha".

She had began pulling her shirt up and over her head so I questioned her," Err....what are you doing?"

"Well you have to test it out, it's done isn't it?", she asked

 I responded,"for the most part, I was just getting ready to make the final adjustments when you showed up".  By this time I could see that I had lost the argument, her bra was tossed to the side along with her shirt.  She was now pulling her shorts off and she stood before me in just panties and sneakers with the flood light shining up from the floor.  This silhouetted her form and revealed in stunning detail every facet and curve on her gorgeous body.  I could make out every glistening hair on her forearms and even the fine down around her aereolas.  My cock jumped to attention.

She saw me standing there with my hard on trying to play Houdini in my shorts, she laughed a little and said,"see, he wants me to try it out."  She gave a nod towards my crotch and said," okay, how do we work this contraption?"

After a few minutes of struggling and repositioning of the old dresser she was able to lie on her back on the dresser and slip her feet through the nooses.  I told her,"okay, now that your feet are secured you have to push off the dresser so you will be hanging."

With an ummphh! she pushed off on her elbows and went into a swing as the nooses tightened up around her ankles. she swayed to and fro for a good while ever trying to slow her arc by balancing and pushing off the floor with her fingertips.  Her beautiful legs were spread akimbo revealing every fold and hair of her magnificent cunt.  Her ass cheeks were stretched to the point of being taut but flexible.  I got a good eyeful of her asshole when I moved around the back end of her admiring my handiwork.

She was trussed up well and the discomfort was evident.  It looked as if she was performing some type of weird handstand acrobatic trick , the creaking of the ropes added a nice nautical flavor to it.

Suddenly she yelled out<" I'm sorry, I promise I'll be good!"  I went around the front squatted down and asked her<" are you okay?"  She shot back at me,"It's a line, you know, role play...now get a piece of rope or something and give me a good solid ass whipping!"  "I want to know what you're going to feel like when she is going to town on your backside, damn I'm so fuckin' jealous of you!"  "You have to call her and at least ask, what's the downside?"  "She gonna break up with you?...ha ha", she added.

I took a piece of the rope and cut off a length of about four feet, fine...I thought to my self you want a beating, I'll give you one!

I stepped back and unfurled the rope back behind me and swung it in a wide arc where the tip connected with her right as cheek.  I her her give a little ooh but no other reaction.

After four shots with this rope she said loudly from her inverted perch,"sweetheart, this ain't doin' it for me, find something heavier like a hose or something and whoop me like you mean it!"

I hurried out to my truck and searched in some of the side toolboxes and came up with the perfect item.  I drew it out and end uncurled it,  a five foot rubber bungee cord.  One of the heavy black rubber ones with the "S" hook in each end.  I took the two hooks out of their respective holes, threw them back in the tool box and hauled ass back to the living room.

I got just the thing to adjust your attitude, Missy", I said as I took my position and readied the new instrument of discipline.

Full swing, satisfying swish and a full bodied "thwack" as it connected with the soft cheek of her ass.  It created a nice ripple and she gave a nice little yelp then said,"that's more like it, lay it to me daddy!"  Kinda weird but hey who isn't, right?

Ten lashes later and she was at a full bore scream with each contact, her ass was on fire red and it quivered uncontrollably.  I went around the front of her and checked her out, sweat ws running from the crease under her tits and pouring over her face.  I asked her,"are you alright?, Do you wanna stop?".  She replied with a shakiness in her voice,"Keep going, I haven't learned my lesson, I'll let you know when I have sweetie!".

After the twentyfifth stroke she was yelling so loud the coyotes were starting to howl back.  Her ass was fire engine red and the skin was slightly broken in some places revealing a little drop of *** or two,,,,I wanted to stop but i didn't want to hear her complain so I readied for another stroke when I heard her say,"I've learned my lesson, you can stop now daddy...please let me down and I'll be good!"  At this point I was starting to worry a bit but I went over and released one of the ropes from its cleat and her leg dropped to a folded position.  I told her to watch out because she was only being held by one leg now and I was going to release the other cleat and lower her to the floor.  She acknowledged that she knew what I was saying so I untied the cleat and gripped the rope and slowly lowered her into a heaping quivering mass on the dirty threadbare carpet. 

She lay there weeping or so I thought it was weeping but it turned out to be more of a purring sound.  I undid the nooses off her ankles and rubbed her to get her circulation going as her feet were a shade of purple.

I went back over to the dresser and took another beer, opened it and took a long hard pull on it.  At this time I noticed Amy on all fours coming slowly at me.  I asked "what's the matter babe, are you okay?".

She said in a raspy almost sultry way,"I'm more than better and I want to pay you for rendered services."  What was running through my mind was.... oooh fuck, she's got a gun out in her car and she's gonna go get it,  I couldn't have been more wrong.

She slinked up to me real close on all fours and put her face right at my crotch and whispered,"I was a bad little shit and you put me in my place....I bet that made you excited daddy, didn't it?"

I learned along time ago don't give a woman a smart ass answer when she is that close to the family jewels so I just replied,"errr....yes I am".

She reaached for the zipper of my  shorts and began pukking it when she said," no problem daddy, I'm going to take care of that for you...I'm your little slut bitch."

She opened my zipper and pulled my wad out of its hiding space, up and down the shaft her tongue went until he was at full attention.  She eased her lips over the head and took the whole shaft in her throat right up to my balls.

She pumped and slurped and made every other imaginable sound until I unloaded what must have been or at least felt like a pint of cum in her hot, moist mouth.  She swallowed the lot of it in one gulp making a noise like she was eating an oyster.

I was shaking and had to brace myself against the dresser, i haven;t came that hard in years....damn my ears were ringing!

She got up collected her clothes and started dressing with out saying a word.  She put her sneakers on and walked pass me kissing the tip of her index finger and put it to my lips she said," thanks daddy, I had a great time...catch you later...don't forget call her and ask."  She moved with cat like grace for somebody that just took a beating like that and as silently as she came in she went out.  I stood there and took another slug of beer and thought....fuckin' weirdo...where do I find'em....ahh, God bless her!

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Thank you for the kind words IrishCelt3, there is a lot more to come, stay tuned!  LOL

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Friday, the day of reckoning had arrived and I wasn't quite ready to face it.  I drank my morning coffee and reluctantly started out to my truck to begin the day.  Throwing the usual crap and my  cell phone onto the passenger seat, I noticed the blue message light was blinking.  It ran through my mind that there would be a message from Cat telling me she was backing out of the deal.  

I opened and scrolled to her message, it read:

Cat:  I hope your ready on time this afternoon, your life will not be the same afterwards! 

What the hell could she mean by my life would not be the same afterwards"' Ehh, I shrugged it off and rolled on.  A little bit after lunch I found my attention wandering to visions of what the beating would be like and what did Cat have in store for me this afternoon so I decided to quit early and head for home.

I arrived back at the RV at about 2:30 so I had a bit of time to kill.  I went in to the fridge and brought out a six pack and took a seat on the lawn chair on the side of the RV.  The weather was hot as hell and not a cloud in the sky.  The cold beer felt great going down so I opened another one and chugged it.  I decided it was time to go on over to the appointed place and start preparing to meet my fate.

I reeled an extension cord out from my truck to the rear of the living room and dropped it onto the threadbare carpet in the dust.  I set up two work lights and plugged them in.  I figured if this ran past sundown she would not be happy if we ran out of light.  I had installed a digital timer on the generator so that if I were ever in a place like a crawlspace or such I wouldn't need to crawl out and start the thing it would come on for whatever time I set it for....handy little feature.  I set it for six pm, that should be plenty of time after all how long does a whipping take?

I looked at my phone and it was three thirty so I figured I would start getting ready.  I took off my boots and laid them aside then stripped down to my underwear and folded my clothes and put them on the ratty looking sofa.

I looked my body up and down in the mirror on the dresser and was pleased, I am not a muscular guy but I am defined.  I don't have a lot of hair on my body and where there is hair as  on  my legs it is bleached blond from being in the sun all the time.  My legs, arms, torso and back are all deeply tanned and the only place white is in my crotch and my ass which I now revealed by slipping off my underwear down to my ankles.

I stepped out of the underwear leaned over, picked them up and threw them on top of the other clothes.  I turned around to look at my ass in the mirror.  It was very white in contrast to the rest of my body but sexy in a sort of country type way, I guess they call it a farmers tan.  I stroked my ass and mentally apologized to it for the *** it would have to bear.  It was soft and had just a trace of hair going up the crack, nice curves and could be tightened rock hard on a seconds notice.

As I was playing with my ass my cock seemed to wake up and was jealous, it rose to a half mast position and demanded to be touched also.  I grabbed the shaft and gave it a little pull and it felt good.  I was debating it in my mind whether I should rub one out or not and decided to try and go for it.  I sat on the ratty sofa and began jerking it, a little spit in the palm to loosen things up.  Ten minutes of jerking produced nothing, may have been me being anxious about the whipping I was to receive, the beer I had been drinking or the fact the sofa smelled like a thousand wet dogs that previously rolled in shit had just taken a nap on it.  I got up went over tho the dresser and looked at my phone, it was now four ten....getting close.

I sat on the dresser and thought it would be a good idea to rehearse what I was going to do right before Cat arrived.  I stretched out and laid back on the dresser and shimmied my ass to the edge.  In a replication of how Amy did it the other night I arched my back and put my elbows on the dresser and I was able to guide my feet up to and through each noose.  This out of the way I hopped down off the dresser and headed over towards the door and grabbed another beer out of the little cooler I had brought in with me.  I went back to the sofa and sat down.  Sitting there drinking the beer I thought Cat may just come in find me hanging there and laugh so hard she wouldn't be able to take it seriously.  Then I remembered back to how incensed she had become when we were arguing so I ruled that out.  I was pretty sure I would at least get the minimum promised in her text for all the effort I put in to this.

I watched my phone with extreme anticipation as the minutes elapsed, finally it was time five to five.  I proceeded to mount the dresser as I did in the rehearsal, reached out my feet and snagged the nooses one at a time.  I shuffled my foot round and round until the noose fell even with my ankle then did the same for the other.  Now I was in a most awkward position and I leaned forward and pushed my bulk of the dresser.

The noose on each ankle tightened and strained as my weight was abruptly cast upon it, my mass went into a pendulum swing for about six arcs until I was able to bring it to a halt by using my hands against the carpet.

I stopped to survey the situation, I was definitely hanging upside down, the ropes were already starting to leave there burning sensation on my ankles and feet. I looked at the mirror and I saw a figure with a tan line around his dick and balls, legs spread akimbo doing a cha-cha handstand dance.  Yes, I truly did look ridiculous in this position, just what I was shooting for.  I wanted her to belittle me and make me feel inferior, I was practically begging for it at this point.  My dick was sort of hanging there drooping to one side, my balls leaning over to the other side.  I wasn't certain but I felt you could get a good view of my asshole and my butt cheeks were stretched to the point of being taut.

Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours as I hung there trying to keep the weight off of the restraints by pushing against the carpet with my hands.  I heard a faint growling sound off in the distance.  Yes, it was definitely an automobile engine with a leaky muffler just like Cat's dilapidated truck.  I hung there counting the seconds with baited breath, it took about three minutes to round the property and get back here from the main road.  I heard the sound of the exhaust getting louder and my tension ratcheted up until finally the vehicle pulled up outside and the engine was killed.

I heard a car door slam shut and not quite catch right and I heard laughter, it sounded like Cat.  Then I heard a second door open with a creak and then slam shut!  I heard different voices, laughing and talking but I couldn't make them out. They all sounded female, oh my god what did she do!  She must have brought other people with her to watch this happen.

I listened intently and heard steps on the creaky steps leading up to the kitchen then the falling off screen door opened and I heard Cat's voice call out,"Yoo hoo, anybody order a whipping, we're here!"

 

 

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Caution!:  This is the part most of us have been waiting for...there is extreme whipping, *** to the nth degree, *** play, a little bit of *** and some of that, toe and foot worshiping,

anal rimming and a general stripping of human dignity for the greater good.  There is something for everybody however if this type of behavior bothers you or you are faint of heart ....Please exit now! 

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Oh my god!...ten thousand thoughts immediately raced through my mind. Who? How many? Did I know them?  What would they think?  Would they spread it around town?  I could hear the future inevitable mockery ringing out  in my mind as crystal clear as the desert sky, " ha ha, you know who that is?", "no man who is it?", "that's the dude Cat the horse trainer beat the shit outta!", "shit,that's him, I thought he was a little guy!", "Naw and he screamed and cried like a little girl when she was laying that whip across his ass!!"

The first one to step into the living room was Cat.  Sleek and sexy as ever, cut-off Daisy Dukes and cowgirl boots...she had a T-shirt with her business logo on it and her locally famous cowgirl ten gallon hat.  

She took two steps into the room and froze.  She had a deer in the headlights look and I suppose she was taking in the whole scene.  I addressed her with, "Hello Cat, I am ready to receive my punishment.".  She looked me up and down while waving her left hand to keep whoever was with her at bay behind the wall.  In her right hand she held a whip of formidable construction...this is the implement that I would have to contend with so I studied it closely.  Even at the oblique angle I was viewing it and her through the mirror I could see this leather creation was engineered for one purpose and one alone....to inflict hurt!  It was coiled only once in her grip making it four to five feet long.  It was braided from the end of the handle to the end of the bight where it continued in a tongue of leather about two inches wide and six inches long that came to a point.  This thing had no other purpose on earth than to hurt somebody...really bad...I shivered at thinking this, my body completely betrayed me by becoming covered in goosebumps!

Cat made a few more steps towards me and I could see in the mirror a partially silhouetted faced ***king around the corner that I did not recognize.  Cat gave out a little phew type whistle and said,"Boy, you look silly, hanging there...ha ha ha!".  "I'm gonna have more fun with this than I thought!".  With that she gave a wave of her hand and two more people entered the room.

Even from my poor vantage point, the mirror being at an oblique angle I could see one of the persons was Nicole. Oh god, Nicole, why her?  The other one was some chick that I didn't know but immediately wanted to get to know better.  Dressed in the same cut off Daisy Duke shorts and sneakers with T-shirts sporting Cat's business logo these two were a jackpot from an S&M standpoint.  

Cat said,"of course, you remember Nicole...and this is her friend and my newest employee Karly."  Nicole was carrying a cardboard box with a bunch of stuff in it that she wanted to relieve herself of the burden.  She went over and dropped it on the ratty sofa with a poof that made a dust cloud rise up.  The other girl, Karly, was carrying a mini cooler, undoubtedly filled with cold beer!  She took up station at the rear wall and put the cooler on the floor.

Cat stepped around the front of me and her golden tanned calves were within inches of my begging mouth.  She turned and abruptly said,"what's this piece of junk doing in my way?".  She took an edge of the worn dresser and pushed it back against the wall.  Now I could see everything behind me, thank the S&M gods!

Nicole:  What can I say about Nicole?...

Beautiful young gal...mid twenty something...athletic build...brunette hair, kind of wavy, usually pulled back into a pony tail.  I have only seen Nicole in full length jeans until this moment.  Now she was sporting cut offs like her partners in crime and I was liking it!  Legs to die or kill for, depending which side of the fence you were on!  Alabaster, without a visible pore...perfect knee folds...calves with musculature that played like Beethoven's Sonata every-time she moved!  Thighs that sang out on high"spread me!" 

As she did her walk around inspection of me she was letting out little snickers and making some comments that I couldn't make out.

Nicole lived with Cat in one of her spare bedrooms and worked part time with her training horses.  The one thing I did know about Nicole was that she despised me,from the moment we met, even though our interaction  was cordial, you just got the sense that she hated me.

Karly:  What can I say about Karly?....

Nothing really....I just met her in these circumstances, so I  can only tell you what I've observed.

Absolutely fantastic looking woman...probably about Nicole's age,twenty something.  Mixed race or black, perfeeeeecccccctttttt mocha skin tone, I mean perfect.  I'm hung upside down and she walked in front of me bobbing her head from side to side wondering how she got roped into this freak show.  Past by at perfect height to see her gorgeous black thighs pass right before my eyes as she dis her inspection tour.  I got a waft of sweat and a smell of coconut from her legs...it must have been one hundred and ten in that place and the sweat rolled off of me, the only thing on my mind was can I put my tongue to her crotch!

 

 

 

 

 

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ooh Daisey Dukes, yes even better on a sub, rubs uncomfortably on the welts and skimpy enough to show off some of them in public, hope they put you in them afterwards lol

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OOOhhh Kymi, thank you for following along with this story so far!  As much as I would like to say she ***d me into a pair of Daisies at the end, unfortunately she didn't.   There is more to cum(sic)...lol...my dick get's hard just writing about this...even though this is based on true life events (my insane existence) if you have something you would like to see worked into the plot let me know.

P.S.   (spoiler alert...lol)They all take a turn at me...but be prepared for a great plot twist!

Much love and thanks again for reading along!

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well if you're offering you could send them over to kidnap me and put me through the same lol and I will wear DDs

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Karly looked me up and down and put her hands on her hips, cocked one beautiful brown leg and said," Are you sure he's not going to do anything?".  Nicole and Cat were busy rooting around in the box that was dropped on the sofa.  Cat with her back to us said," yes dear, he's my slave and he's being punished, he must do anything you tell him to because I said so."

Karly turned her head and dropped her gaze down to meet my eyes, " is that so?" , she asked.  I replied," yes ma'am, you may tell me to do anything you wish and I must comply.". 

She turned and moved towards the kitchen to return a moment later with a rickety chair.  She plopped the chair directly in front of me and took a seat.  She put a little grin on her face and musingly said'"I thought I was just gonna see a white boy get his ass whooped today but if I can get somebody to suck my toes I'm all good!".

She ;ifted her left leg and put it over her right knee and began undoing the laces on her sneaker....she slipped it off....ahhhh, no socks, the anticipation was killing me.  The beast between my legs began its ascent and raised up a few degrees no doubt buoyed by the possibility of smelling this mocha goddesses feet!  It's shaft throbbed and the head became an ominous dark purple color...a small stream of seminal fluid began dripping and an unnoticed bead of it landed on her knee.

With her footwear abandoned she stretched out and splayed her toes like a peacock displaying its plumage.  She directed her foot with the ball of her sole right in front of my lips.  At that moment an old song started playing in my mind..."Heaven, oh I'm in Heaven...." The smell of her foot was delightful, a bit pungent foot odor, a little spice of perspiration, a creaminess of coconut oil and one other floral smell I couldn't account for...lilac maybe.  

With her voice a little more gruff she ordered me,"kiss the bottom of my foot slave!".  Oh dear young girl my thoughts went to...you could order me to commit *** right now and I would probably do it!

I dutifully and willingly kissed the bottom of her foot many, many times until she halted it and pointed out her big toe at my mouth.  "Suck on my toe and don't leave any part untouched with that nasty tongue of your's!"  Needless to say, she didn't have to ask twice!

She went on to order me to open my mouth wide and jammed all of her toes into my willing maw.  I was ordered to lick and suck between certain toes.  I felt a few coarse hairs on the top of her big toe with my tongue.  My teeth contacted her toenail and I was going to ask if I could trim it for her using my mouth when Cat interrupted.

My reverie was broken, Cat stood on the right side of Karly and Nicole assumed a stance to her left.  "What are we doing here dear. we need to punish this pig!", Cat said.  Nicole jumped right on board and pointed to my throbbing hard on with the handle of the whip,"Look at what your making him do!".  With that Nicole reached back and swung the butt of the whip against the shaft of my cock.  She received more than she bargained for, I ejaculated enough to take the place of an eight hundred pound gorilla.  It went flying all over Nicole's tee shirt. bounced here, bounced there and a good portion landed on Cat's shorts and drooled down onto her thigh.

In the hubbub anybody else would have missed it as Nicole was vociferously stating how much she hated me and she took out an oath to make me pay.  Karly reached down with two fingers and swiped the cum off Cat's thigh and quickly opened her mouth and licked it off.   As the kids say today...OMG!...WTF!

 

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Karly knew I witnessed this and gave me a little wink grabbed the chair and scooted out of there back to the kitchen.  

Cat moved directly in front of me and said<"I suppose I do owe you some thanks."  I must of had a puzzled upside down look on my face, she continued," After the fight with you I went home and was trying to drown my sorrow in a bottle of whiskey when Nicole came into the kitchen."  Nicole moved closer to Cat at this point and turned sideways to face her, Cat pivoted to face Nicole head on.  "She consoled me, stroked me and rubbed my neck and shoulders, a little kiss and the next thing I know we are lovers!", "Ain't that something!".  Nicole put her arms around Cat's shoulders and brought her right leg up to rest that gorgeous thigh right on Cat's waist.  The contrast between Cat's tanned skin and Nicole's whiteness started me up again.  Cat kissed her on the lips and without hesitation Nicole poked her sweet little pink tongue out, Cat grabbed it playfully with her teeth then the two of them bore down into a deep tongue kiss reminiscent of a seventies porn film.

They broke up their French fest and Cat turned and squatted before me.  "There's a lot you didn't know about me like I'm Bi, that could've worked for us but ...NOOOOO...you had to go and do the one thing that I HATE!...CHEATING!", she practically screamed at me.  At this point sexy as she was, I was beginning to doubt her sanity.  What came next would really drive that point home!

She stood up and paced back and forth in front of me stroking her chin as if she were an evil super villain hatching a plan to destroy the planet. Abruptly she stopped, turned towards me and said," When I got out of college I went back home to New Mexico, my mom and dad had passed away and left me the family farm.  It had about four hundred fifty acres and a couple dozen horses."  "I was going to run it and make a living breeding horses but I knew I would need help, I invited my best friend and college dorm mate Terri to come down and help me."  "She wasn't able to find work and jumped on the offer, we wet back and forth to working the farm each day for about a year."  She continued,"Probably the best year I had, we joked, laughed, made plans and dreams together."   "We became lovers, a few weeks after that she told me she was into all that S&M stuff...I told her I wasn't interested but it did pique my curiosity a little." 

She adjusted her posture and I smelled her body wash and suntan lotion that she always slathered on in the morning.  Her hair tried to encircle her face but she quickly corralled it and threw it back over her shoulder where it belonged.  I found myself not only longing for her to beat the crap out of me but also to hold and console her.

"It started slowly at first, she would go into to town for supplies and would come back late.", she went on.  "I didn't think much of it at first but the evidence piled up, one day while I was doing laundry I went through her pockets and found a note from a guy that we both knew in town.", She said  "The note told her to meet him at a motel outside of town when she had a meeting she was supposed to go to in order to set up a buyer for my horses."  "I let her go that night and followed her out of town, I saw her go into the motel, I was so ***ed I drove back to the ranch and thought about how I would confront her!" 

"She came home the following night and entered through the kitchen, passing through the living room I was in my underwear relaxing and reading a book and looked up at her with a smile."

"I got off of the couch and gave her a kiss while asking her how everything went."  "Fine she told me, have all the signed papers right here."  "I told her I had a special surprise waiting out in the barn for her."  "She asked me, ooohh...what is it? I told her that I thought about her S&M request and was ready to try it!"  "I'm going to make you my bitch, so go tidy up and meet me at the barn in fif*** minutes...don't be late!, I said to her".

"fif*** minutes later she came sauntering out to the barn, I stood there and grabbed the latch and slid the door open, a rope descended from the hay bale pulley up top, I tied a slipknot in to the end and put an old plastic milk crate directly under it."  "STRIP YOUR CLOTHES OFF!, get on the milk crate and put your hands together like you were praying!"  "She answered Yes ma'am, boy , what has gotten into you?".  "I told her, never mind just do as your told!".  

"She went willingly, thinking it would be some type of role play game,,,she stripped and laid her shorts and tee shirt along with her undies and bra neatly on a nearby hay bale."  "Moving along I watched her tear drop shaped ass and wondered if there was any thing that She could do to make this breach of trust up to me and do a reconciliation....I did love her after all...and her body was magnificent, shimmering golden skin in the light of those barn halogens, horses clacking around in their stalls snorting like they knew something was up!"

"She mounted the milk crate and slowly raised both of her arms clasping her hands together, I ordered her to put her hands through the loop and step off the crate."  "She stepped off the crate, the loop cinched around her wrists and the rope creaked."  "I yelled at her to kick the crate away from her!" "She complied and kicked it off to the side, there she was hanging ***ly, sort of like a side of meat, her toes pointed down to the ground and little circles of cellulite formed on the back of her legs that I had never noticed before."  "She grunted and groaned, made litlle puffing noises, I grabbed the bullwhip from the shelf off to the side and circled around to the front of her."  "She looked at me and the bullwhip and her eyes widened." 

"If you are going to use that to punish me ma'am my safe word is "orange".", Terri said  "Please take it easy, that's pretty dangerous!", she added.  At this point Cat was not being coherent. her face was beet red, her demeanor was very agitated and I could swear I saw a bit of foam coming out the side of her mouth.  I will try to translate the rest of the story as I remember her telling it.

Cat yelled at Terri,"FUCK YOU and your SAFE WORD!. Did you use that with your boyfriend...you want to get beat , I'm gonna beat you to within an inch of your life...You WHORE!"

 

 

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Cat ranted on and told the story of how she beat Terri almost the point of ***ness.  She released the rope dropping her to the ground in a heaping quivering ***y mess.

Cat went back into the house sat on the couch and resumed reading her book as if nothing transpired.

A half hour later the police arrived.  They arrested Cat and charged her with attempted ***.  She was carted off and booked, the charges were subsequently lowered by a plea deal to aggravated *** with a weapon.  She did five years in the state pen, seven on probation and court ordered anger management therapy sessions.  She lost the farm to cover her legal fees and the lawsuit that Terri brought against her.

Terri as it was later found out was pregnant from her tryst at the motel.  She went on to have a daughter and fell on hard times, depression and drug *** followed, she became homeless and faded off into obscurity not to be heard from again.

Meanwhile, Cat was released and rebuilt the business that she has and reinvented herself.

After hearing this saga I don't mind telling you I was indeed ***ing for my safety.  Its one thing to play the role of a psycho but when you are proven to be certifiably bat shit crazy you should not even attempt to engage in this type activity.

I breathed a sigh of relief when Cat admitted that she had anger problems and would be delegating the act of beating me to Nicole.