Toledo, part 2

By Writerswitch

 

We finished our lunch, which was splendid. But I must admit feeling a bit comfortable, I had a vivid memory of my “close encounter” with the waitress, the Spanish Fury. And she was also serving our table still. And every time when our eyes met there was a different expression on her face, It varied from broad smile to commanding. I did not know where to look, to be honest. Every time when she left A looked at me? As if something was going on. And sure, whenever she was on out table she served A first, when I asked something she replied to A instead of me. Finally I was allowed to ask for the bill, and yes. It was handed over to me. The threat she used for leaving a small tip was clear, I did not mention that to A. So she was kind of surprised when I finally paid. She wanted to say something, but then the Fury slipped a note in A her hand. I was dying to find out what was in it, but A was careful not to show me, let alone let me guess or discuss any of it with me.

 

 

The afternoon was spend visiting the wonderful town of Toledo. One can spend a day walking there and never seeing the same thing twice. A glorious town. We did not visit the exhibition of El Cid. A thought not so much of it, the way he treats his colours is not to her liking. After another relaxing coffee we wandered off from the tourist centre. I noticed A consulting the paper, clearly something was about to happen. When we came to a dead end alley I wanted to indicate it was wrong, and turn around, when I spotted some sitting figures at the back. And above all, I could make out the posture of the Lady that I called “The Fury”. We were coming to an end of a wandering afternoon. I felt kind of scared. Playing with A had always been fun, relaxing. But now there was something else, I might even call it suspense. 

 

We walked up close and greet politely

 

“Good afternoon Ladies”

 

They have seen us, that’s for sure. But I am ignored. The Fury turns to A,

“he will make it worse by not paying proper respect”.

 

I look at A, she nods,  and I go down on my knees. I am in shorts, my knees hurt, are bruised when I crawl on hand and knees towards the place where the Fury is sitting. She sticks out her right foot, a delicate foot in an espadrille. I bow my head and plant a gentle kiss on the top of her foot.  She lifts her foot, presenting me the toes. I can imagine the shoes she was wearing in the restaurant, they were elegant, tight fitting. The smell is still on her toes. It stinks, but I don’t care. I want to pay my respect, I want to impress this Lady. There is no other way than to lick the toes, lick the sweat. And when she had enough she presents me the other foot. Completely finished  there is the twist I expected. The sole,

“clean it”, she says

 

And I obey. I need to make sure A looks good. I feel there is a contest going on. This Fury is a much tougher lady than my beloved A, who is a caring and kind Madame to me. Now she is challenged, and I must keep her from falling. But I am sure the Fury will push her beyond any imagination. I guessed before the Fury is a lady that likes a challenge. And that it is sure she will prove she will win any contest! I lick the sole, there is dirt. There is nothing attractive to this, apart from the fact I am watched by three great Ladies. The Fury is satisfied, not pleased. She passes me on to her friend,

 

“present yourself to Julia, my friend”.

 

I obey, “Lady I am your servant, may I honour you?”

 

And she laughs, “you want to make my shoes dirty with the dirt in your mouth? “

 

She picks up some gravel and dirt and opens the palm of her hand. Presenting it to me, “lick it!”

 

Slowly I crawl near, then a kick. It is from A, “hurry” she says, we haven’t got all day!”

 

I obey. Head down and start licking the dirt of her hand. When I am finished I feel a collar around my throat, tightened severely. Taking my breath away. I try not to flinch, but this is in no way a gentle treatment, she is rough, pulling me up, choking me, Then starts to move inside the house. I go after her, hand and knees, no alternative.

 

Inside it is dark, and I don’t have any time to look around, we stop in front of a table. I am pulled upwards, my clothes are being torn of my body. Where is A? I panic, but then I see her, standing and watching. More or less as a spectator, and curious as to what will happen now. About one thing we are both on the same level, the Fury is in control. Finished with stripping me she pulls me on the table, at least my upper body. Hands are tightly secured, rope underneath. My legs are attached to the table supports, not gently. The ropes are tightly secured. It is clear experience speaks! My head is yanked upwards, a gag shoved into my mouth. All are silent, I cannot see what is going on, I just lie still.

 

Then I feel a hand on my buttock. “I warned you today! I am not satisfied, your behaviour towards your mistress is inappropriate. And you thought I was some kind of sexy creature, not teaching you a less but for your entertainment. I can tell you, you are wrong, so very wrong! And I am going to teach you your folly. You will experience the whip, my whip”

 

And with these words she stroked, maybe it was her friend. But the surprise was complete, the surprise was like thunder at brought daylight. I am not a pain person, I like a game, some teasing, but the stroke was intended to hurt me! I suppressed  response, knowing she would be angry hearing my suffering. And then more strokes came, lying there, completely immobilized made it worse. I could only concentrate on what was not to be seen, just felt. And if felt as if my backside was treated with hot oil, the whip fell, and it burned until it fell again, and burned more intense on another spot.   How many strokes, how long? I had no idea, but they moved from my back upwards, down again. And bringing me real agony when the top of thighs were reached. At this point I could not bear it any more. I wanted to shout, to scream, to stand up like Superman and free myself. How foolish thoughts one can have. I wasn’t going anywhere, but managed to scream, a little squeal.

 

The whipping stopped, all of a sudden. As if there was given some kind of sign. I felt a hand on my back, urging A to come and have a look. Well, doesn’t this look really nice? Now two hands were touching me, one gentle, probably A and the other forcing me to respond.

 

“now, we consider this enough. But I want to give you a present that will last forever. A gift from Toledo. Will you accept it?”

 

The question was meant for me, I nodded slowly, what else was there to be done?

“Good,” she replied. “I will tell you what we will do. I have a branding iron here, and I intend to use it on you. Let me heat it up for you, lie still and don’t go anywhere”

 

She laughed because of that remark, I did not. Since what I heard was terror, sheer terror. I tried to catch A’s attention. But she ignored me. Somehow she was deeply impressed by the power of the Fury. She let it all happened, and must have figured out that this lesson would be more than a small entertainment. She understood that the power exposed here was putting me in a place, where I might long for but for which she lacked the power. But not the Fury. I heard her approaching me.

 

“now, this will sting a bit, be a good boy and keep your mouth shut. We don’t want the police charging in now, do we?

 

And upon finishing that sentence she put the iron to the back of my leg, the spot that did hurt so much. At that moment I felt nothing but a terrible pain, I tried not to scream, but failed. A’s hand covered my mouth, blocking my sound. But also comforting me, being with me in this agony. Only later I smelled the smell, of burning flesh. It was so intense, I nearly lost contact with this world. I collapsed, mentally, completely.

 

Don’t ask me how we left, how I dressed, or walked back to the car. There was the loving and caring hand of A, but it felt different. It felt as if walking next to a transformed person, her step was more powerful, her grip more tight. When we came to the car she stopped, looked me in the eye and smiled.

 

“I am proud of you, my slave. Now bring your mistress to the hotel, I am very hungry to have my juices lapped. Hurry”

 

And with another adventure ahead I drove home, to unknown land. My life had changed!