My phone rang, it was Pam, she had been gone for most of the week visiting friends in D.C. She was excited,her voice just poured out of the phone. She had just had lunch with her friend Janet and wanted to tell me about it.

Pam and Janet had been friends for a long time. They had know each other when each was still married to their first husbands. Now, older and living thousands of miles from each other, going to lunch was a special treat for them. I was immediately interested in what had happened because Pam had promised to indulge my kinky side by sharing with her friend that my penis was pierced. During our love making the week before, I had asked Pam to tell her friend Janet that I was pierced. When Pam had responded to my pillow talk with a yes if she could also tell her friend how wonderful it felt inside of her, it triggered a most wonderful orgasm for me. I knew that Pam would "forget" to do it, but the pillow talk had served its purpose. Still when I dropped her off at the airport she surprised me by insisting on taking a photo of my penis with the ring through it. I said we might get arrested, but she took the picture anyway. She said she wanted to show it to Janet when she told her about the piercing. I found this all very exciting and thought she was just indulging my fantasy.

Now, days later, all an excited Pam wants to talk about is her lunch with Janet. Her first real words are,"she wants to whip you". All I can think is what? Pam keeps saying it again and again. "She wants to whip you" and "what should I tell her?"

At first I did not know what to say. A wave of excitement went over me. I love being whipped and being told that a very attractive woman I hardly knew wanted to whip me was beyond exciting. It was almost enough to make me come on the spot. My thoughts were for me to slow down, but I said them to Pam. her voice recoiled, it now carried a touch of disappointment. "I thought you would like that," she said. Thinking fast, I said I did, but the decision was up to her. If she wanted another woman to whip me I would love it. She said, "of course I want Janet to whip you. I know how much you like it and I just thought this would be really nice for you." I reassured Pam that as my mistress, she should be the one to decide. She should make it clear to Janet that I obey my mistress. I love being sexually submissive to Pam. I also made it clear how excited I was and how I would enjoy submitting to a beating from Janet. Then I wanted to know more.

How did this happen, who brought it up, when did she want to do it? Pam's voice was again filled with energy. They had gone to lunch, she had told Janet of my penis ring and had shown her the photo of it on her digital camera. Janet had asked a lot of questions and they turned to a my kinky nature. It was at this point, still sitting at a very nice D.C. restaurant, that Pam had again used her camera to show more pictures to Janet. While I was sleeping, Pam had photographed my ass, still well marked fro a very severe whipping I had received just before her trip. The pictures were pretty graphic. An excited Janet kept asking questions and one thing led to another and she asked to whip me. It turned out that Janet had an ongoing fantasy about whipping a man. she had never done it. Now she had the opportunity to do it and she was not going to pass it up.

Pam said she was still with Janet and would call me back later. I was stunned. This was beyond my wildest expectations. I wanted to know more. I would have to wait and see what they decided.

That evening Pam called again. She sounded tired, but still had excitement in her voice. She wanted to tell me where they went to lunch and how they had spent the rest of the day. I tried to wait patiently, just about ready to explode. Soon she turned to Janet and what they had decided. First, her husband was not to know about this until after it was done. Janet wasn't sure how he would feel about his wife whipping a restrained naked man. She didn't want to miss the chance to live out this fantasy. she did promise to tell him afterward. Maybe by giving him a picture of herself dressed as a dominatrix.

The plan was for her to visit Pam in abut six weeks. She would stay for four or five days and would expect me to be available for her to whip. There would be an entire evening devoted to indulging her desire to dominate and beat a man. The fact that it I who would be whipped was just a convenience to her. She had already told Pam all she wanted to hear out of me was "yes miss" and "ouch, that hurts". Pam thanked me over and over for letting her friend do it to me. Pam knew how much I needed to be whipped from time to time, so I guess she just found Janet's desire as no big thing. I was to make sure everything was ready for her, and that I should try to make it special. She had to run, so she said bye and hung up quickly.

Immediately I thought of the basement dungeon I was in the last time I was whipped. Actually it had been pretty scary. It was the first time with that dominatrix and and I had been beaten much harder than I expected. Afterward her husband had refused to release me until her jerked me off. I had been frightened beyond belief and thing about it later, I realized the dungeon may have had something to do with it.

Using part of Pam's basement, I set to work right away. Pam Pam would chide me to hurry and finish it as the date of Janet's visit approached. Finally the day arrived, Pam picked Janet up at the airport and spent the next few days with her. I was not allowed to be around as Janet wanted to keep the whipping separate from her visit with Pam. She also said she wanted to avoid creating any personal attachment or sympathy for me that might interfere with her fantasy.

That Saturday they went to lunch, I let myself in and went to the new dungeon. I was excited and shaking. Pam had left a letter with specific instructions on how I was to behave.

Dearest James, tonight you are to submit to on of my dearest friends. I expect you to obey her as you would me. I have given her my permission to whip you, mark you, and treat you as her own. This is a very important evening for her and you will do whatever is needed to fulfill her fantasy. You will give her your complete obedience. You will be submissive and compliant at all times.

She expects to find you on your knees, naked, and prepared to accept her dominance. She does not want you to speak to her at any time. You are encouraged to cry out and beg for mercy. I have asked her to bring you along slowly if she intends to be severe, and she has promised to let you rest from time to time.

If you find tonight difficult, think of how much you love me. You said you would do as I asked. Please don't embarrass me tonight, Janet is my dearest friend and I want her to live out her fantasy completely.

Love, Pam

I was to be prepared for Janet when they returned. Not wanting to be rushed, Janet planned to begin early in the evening. I could not hear anything upstairs in the house, so I was to be ready at sundown and to wait patiently until Janet arrived.

As the time approached, I carefully prepared and checked everything. I bathed and took special care that I was mentally ready for whatever she would do. I wanted to be powerless and thankful for her attentions. I wanted to please Janet because it would please the woman I loved. I wanted my mistress to be proud of how I accepted her directions. I wanted to show Pam how deeply I loved her and that I was completely hers for all time.

As the sun began to set, I went to the newly constructed dungeon. Sliding the door handle back I was very calm and ready for whatever would be done to me. I fixed the locks on the shackles around my ankles and clicked the locks closed on the wrist restraints. At this point I could no longer escape. Until Janet pulled the cords tight I could stand or sit on the floor, but I could move only a few inches in any direction. I had chills up and down my naked body despite the hum of of a small electric heater. The room was light by candles that would burn for hours and the sweet smell of incense filled the air. Music played quietly in the background from a CD player that would play the same six CDs over and over if no one came. I could no longer tell what time it was. I sat with my head against my knees, my shackled hands wrapped around my legs. I lost myself in mediation and tried to let go of every thought.

I heard the door open. Without looking up, I quickly knelt. I continued looking down in submission. Pam and Janet came in. They were laughing and talking back and forth. I couldn't tell if it was nervousness or alcohol that was making thing so amusing for them. Pam was talking about how she had never seen the inside of the dungeon. Janet said very little except that she wanted to take pictures. Pam came over to me, she was very excited and happy. I looked up at her. She told me told me that after all the effort I had put into making the dungeon she hoped I had a really good time. I glanced over at Janet. She had on a long black dress with sleeves and gloves. I could not make out her face. She was turned and looking around the room. She carried a long black case, which she leaned against a wall. After much examination of the room and a lot of banter with Pam, Janet thanked Pam and said it was time for her to go. As she left, she promised Janet that there would be no interruptions and to do anything she wanted to me.

Once we were alone, Janet closed and latched the door. She continued to walk about the room, finally stopping in front of me. She said to lean forward and put my head on the ground and to keep it there. I obeyed. She explained that I was a gift from Pam and that she was free to do with me as she pleased. She said to remain as I was if I accepted her dominance over me. I didn't move a muscle. I remained in a submissive pose. I could hear her open her case and move about the room. I could not see what she was doing, but assumed that she had her own touches she wished to make to the dungeon. After a few minutes she returned to me.

She said to stand up so she could examine my shackles. I stood completely still while she checked each lock. She looked to see where the chain from my wrists went. She smiled and walked to the wall. There she found the hand crank. Turning it brought my arms up and pulled them above my head. She continued to turn the crank until my body was pulled between my feet shackled to the floor and my hands stretched upwards. She appeared please with herself as she walked back to where I was now half suspended. Then standing in front of me she proceeded to peel off the long black dress. Quickly she was transformed into a dominatrix. Her naked breasts protruded outward. Other than her long black gloves, a choke collar was all she wore above her waist. A tight black panty with a thong back, sheer black hose and finally a pair of spiked, black, high heels completed her clothing. It was obvious to me that she had invested much time in doing her make-up. It was overdone for anything less than a formal night out. For this night it was perfect.

She put a finger to my lips and told me not to say a word. She said she would see if I liked what she wore. I felt a gloved hand encircle my ridged cock. She dropped it like a used tissue, saying it was time to begin.

I stood still as she walked behind me. A few seconds later I heard and felt her lash. It burned, but I did not move. She struck again and again, I tried not to move but I began to flinch involuntarily. I could hear the whip cut through the air before it cut into my bottom. A dozen strokes and she stopped. she stepped close to me and put her gloved hand on the newly rising welts. She stroked my cheeks as if trying to erase the new marks. After a minute or two,her hand were sliding up and down my chest. I could feel her warm breath against my skin. She was purring, this woman was enjoying herself.

Standing back, she started again, this time with a flogger. She hit every part of my body. Over and over she kept swinging and hitting. The leather stung but it was not so intense as to force me away. It felt like the water temperature rising in a shower. It became more intense as she continued to swing and hit. She seem to take special delight in whipping my crotch and seeing my erect penis retract into its foreskin. She had attached a piece of chain to the ring in my penis and would use it to pull my organ out again and again. Finally she let me rest.

When she began again, my ass and thighs were her target. She never seemed to tire and took a special delight when I cried out. On and off for the next several hours she whipped me until I was totally exhausted. I hung from the ceiling still firmly chained to the floor. My entire body burned with pain, my ass had cuts that would scar me forever. Janet had enjoyed herself beyond anyone's expectations. I thought the worst was over and I would soon be released.

Janet gave me some water to drink. She said I needed to accept on last bit of submission before she would be through with me. I felt a wave of pleasure flow over me. The intense pain from the cuts and welts seemed to float away. I was still fully awake but totally without the pain of the last many hours. She told me it was something she had but in the water. It would ready me for the final step. She said to nod if I was ready. I did,and said I was suddenly feeling renewed and ready for anything. She said, "I hope you feel that way in a few minutes".

She slid her hands into a pair of rubber gloves and then took a bottle of liquid from her case. Kneeling in front of me, she poured some on my penis and then on my balls, carefully cleaning me. She said to stand very still as she reached into her case again. I could not see clearly what she had taken out, but as she took a firm hold of my scrotum, I could feel pain. Looking down, I could see she had cut my ball sack open. I stood there in shock. She quickly reached in an pulled out my left ball. With one quick motion she cut it free from my body. Dropping the scalpel on the floor, she stood up and held the testicle between us. I stood paralyzed, completely horrified.

She smiled and said thank you for the token, she would preserve it and treasure it forever. Saying that Pam had given her permission to do anything she wanted to me, i shouldn't complain. I felt very little at the time, the drugged water was taking over and I was falling into unconsciousness. I vaguely remember being let down, and watching as Janet repaired the incision to my scrotum. She kept saying that I would be fine and thanking me for her perfect evening. She covered me with a blanket and told me to sleep. Naked, scared for life, and half castrated, she left me on the floor.

In the morning Pam came in an woke me. I was still covered with the blanket and she could not see the damage done to my body. She apologized for not coming down earlier but she had to see Janet off. She related how Janet had told her about what had happened and how perfect the night was was for her. Janet had said I had had the time of my life too. Pam wanted to see how well marked I was and pulled part of the blanket back. I tried to conceal my groin, but in doing so the long, deep cuts on my bottom were revealed. Pam was appalled. She had never expected her friend to be so brutal. Still she tried to make the best of it and said I should be happy to be so well marked.

I was still quite drugged and needed her help to get up the stairs and to her bedroom. There she gingerly lay me down so that she could care for the injuries to my body. She was so concerned that she was unusually quiet, saying very little. After administering to the cuts on my bottom she turned me over. She froze in shock when she saw the sutures that closed the wound to my scrotum. Closer examination brought her the realization of what had happened. I saw in her face the revulsion and horror she felt. She did not say a word.

It is almost a year later and she has never brought it up. When she plays with my ball sack she treats it like it has always had only one testicle. Janet has asked repeatedly to visit again, but Pam has quietly declined. Janet did send me a picture of herself. The note said to look closely at her necklace. The ball suspended from it used to hang just below my penis.