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Julie (leashed) part 5

By: John B. MacBurney PSHideway@aol.com


I woke up to the terrible sting of a thin leather
belt across my stocking clad thighs! There was a
very young blonde girl standing over me with a
bright smile on her face, headphones on her head
and a folded belt in her hand! The next thing
that hit me was that it was daylight outside. I
had slept for some time neck tied to the floor
and wearing only my high heels and collar in
addition to the stockings and garter. As the
sting of the belt faded I began to feel the burn
in my butt and the bruises of the night before, I
had really taken a lot from those men and was
feeling a weird sense of pride! I tried to ask
the girl what time it was and got another hard
strike of the belt to bring me out of my thoughts
real quick! The cute little blonde girl was
using everything in her arm to bring the leather
strap down on me and smiling so sweetly too! She
didn't look a day over sixteen and she was
whipping a woman who was naked and tied to the
floor of a garage! I tried to get up but my
hands were still tied behind me. I realized that
she and I were the only ones in there. I began
to ask her why she was whipping me but she took
another big swing and stung my belly good while
saying in a sweet "airy" voice that I was not to
speak and should just lay there like a "good
doggie" until my master came back. I tried to ask
who told her to do that and she said "Shut up!"
before stinging me again! This time I was fully
on my back and she caught the inside of my thigh
and some across my sex. This girl meant business
and I chose to lay there obedient, under her
inspecting gaze until whoever my "Master" was,
showed up.

I looked around me to see what daylight brought
to the garage. It was a small auto repair place
with two big doors facing an alley, one of which
had a regular door in it. There was a
freestanding lift to raise up the cars, set at
the end of one bay. There were three or four
other machines between the bays including my very
'intimate' friend the tire changer and some hoses
and cords hung down from the high ceiling. At the
other side was the railing that separated a
little office area from the two work bays. On
the same side as the office was a room with a
closed door, I assumed it was a restroom. I
needed to go in there for a few hours to recover
but I was afraid of the cute blonde and her
strap! I was thinking of trying to seduce her
like I could with many men, but I looked down at
myself and I was a filthy pig! Covered with
grease, cum and spit. My nipples were dark red,
my breasts were purple (where I could see through
the grease) and in places I had bluish bruises,
plus there were four vivid red stripes across
various parts of my torso and legs. I wondered
if I was going to need a hospital. I didn't
really feel that bad, I just looked scary! A big
clock high on the wall said nine-thirty.

The clock would make it around to eleven am
before Kick came in the door. He looked at me
there on the floor and asked the girl if I had
been any trouble, she said no real trouble, she
had woke me up at nine thirty with the belt like
he told her to but I had tried to talk and she
had to whip me a few more times, also like he
told her to do. Kick said what a good job she
had done and was invited to come back later that
evening to "see" if she wanted. I started to say
I wanted to go home now but she still had the
belt and was all too proud to show him how she
had dealt with me during the morning! Both
breasts were caught! She hit me harder than any
of the men had! He told her he would take care
of me for now and gave her some money as she
handed him the belt. "Amy" her name was, left
the garage after telling me I was a "Bad
Doggie!". Not your everyday scene but then I had
in fact really asked for this. Of course I
didn't even consider the possibility that I would
be kept tied up overnight! I figured that I
would be home soaking in a warm bath by now,
contemplating the future of me. Kick started to
tell me how he was going to make some money with
me that night! I got the impression I was going
to be kept for a while! He also told me that he
had some "boys" coming in to clean me up soon, in
fact they should be there in just a few minutes.
I wondered how the men were going to wash or
"clean" me up, with a hose perhaps?

Fifteen minutes went by (I had become a real
clockwatcher) and the "boys" showed up. They
were in fact just BOYS! Four of them, younger
perhaps than Amy! They didn't see me there on
the floor at first and just asked Kick what they
were to clean. He came over to me and untied the
leash from the machine then grabbed a breast and
the collar to lift me to my feet and said "This."
You could then add to the rainbow of colors I
already displayed, the beet red of embarrassment!
The men was one thing but some little boys! OK,
twenty-four ain't all that old but I was a lot
older than these kids that had been told to
"clean" me, on a leash, in the nude and obviously
whipped! The boys seemed as stunned as I was and
could do nothing but stare for a few moments,
then broke out in high five's and boys giggles.
Kick told the biggest one to hold the leash and
told another boy, if I moved or said anything he
was to whack me as hard as he could with the belt
handed to him.

That must have been how the instructions went
with Amy and I soon found out how she got the
"Doggie" thing. Kick told the boys how I wanted
desperately to be treated like a stray dog and he
was doing this for me as a favor. He told them
that I may look like a girl but I was a "dog" in
every way and that they must help him to help me
by going along with this or they would have to
leave and not get paid. He drilled into them
that if I tried to say anything I was to be
whipped like a mad dog until silent. They were
afraid of him but not like scared fear, it was
like they looked up to him and did not want to
disappoint him. He asked if they could handle
that and they all said "Yes Sir" Not as
pleadingly as I had said to each man last night
but sincere nonetheless. Kick said OK, he was
going to get the soap and be right back, then
went into the closed room I had noticed earlier.
Less than a minute went by and he was back with
some big can of orange scented, hand soap (it
said on the label). He asked the boys if they
knew how to use the soap and two said yes but
they all were not sure how to clean me with it.
Kick took a glob and very matter of factly
slapped it on my shoulder then rubbed the gritty
stuff until it liquefied them took a hose hanging
from the ceiling and squeezed the trigger which
poured cold water down my front! He said it was
just like washing your hands but there was more
of me to be washed. It seemed the boys all
caught on and each got a handful to smear on me.
Not surprisingly my breasts were the first thing
to be scrubbed, while whispers of "tits" and
"boobies" mingled with giggles. One boy got a
firm grip on one of my breasts and made sure to
spend some time rubbing the hand soap into my
nipple, that caught on for a bit (which was
pleasing me!) then it was time to rinse off that
part. The water splashed around the shop and
Kick told them to take me out in the alley! The
young boy led me naked by leash and collar into
an alley to be scrubbed down by three other young
boys! The scrub down continued in that manner
until they got to the point of having everything
clean but my "Giggle, giggle, Pussy!" There they
were not sure how to proceed! Kick told them
"Remember? Just like a Dog!" "Make her spread
her legs and scrub 'It' just like the rest of
me." One boy asked "What about inside there?"
and Kick said that he should clean as far in as
his fingers would reach! Only the one boy had
the nerve to actually reach up in me and scrub
but all wanted to help rinse me out! I saw Amy a
few doors down in the alley watching intently as
the boys did their job and got me sparkling
clean. The biggest boy saw her too and asked if
she wanted to be washed but she just took off
around the corner of a building. The cold water
up in me did cause a whimper but I made sure not
to speak, the belt was still in the kids back
pocket. Using the shop towels, the boys rubbed me
dry and raw. There was a piece of metal in one of
the rags that made me cry out. We all looked at
Kick and he just said to them "What are you gonna
do about that?" The boy with the belt sort of
hit me with it and one other boy said that he
didn't think that was as hard as he was supposed
to do. Kick said he wanted to hear it over at the
desk and turned up his radio! I took three
strokes of the belt but they did not get the
required 'snap' Kick wanted to hear. He took the
belt and had them lead me inside where he tied
the wet leash to the rack again. I was up on my
toes and he took two great mind numbing strokes
across my breasts! I hopped around like a piñata
and was unable to scream, I wanted to but just
couldn't. I could not get any air with which to
scream! God almighty! That, was going to hurt
for a while! The boys were amazed at the sheer
power of the stroke and could not believe I was
still alive and not screaming! They were amazed,
among other things, at how much my "boobs" had
bounced. I was near fainting from all this and
didn't realize until too late that I was peeing
on myself! The boys were grossed out a bit but
had never seen a girl pee before. Kick untied the
leash and had them rush me over to the bathroom.
He told me to squat but not sit and "empty out."
Telling the boys that there is some housebreaking
needed in my case. I did indeed relieve myself
while squatting like a dog in front of the boys,
then was taken outside and rinsed off with a
hose! I had to bend over in the alley while Kick
held me up with the collar and they hosed off
between my legs.

The boys were paid and dismissed, being told that
they must not go telling anyone about me or the
shop. I had a feeling that they would keep this
secret among themselves for quite a while. After
they all left, Kick told me to sit in the chair
at his desk. I was all too happy to NOT be on
the floor or hanging by the collar or out in the
alley, so I sat quickly. He walked around in
back of me and I got a chill just as the "duct"
tape wrapped around my face. My hands still tied
behind me and being seated made it easy for him
to keep me down while he finished up the taping
of my mouth. He ran the roll of tape around my
arms, breasts and waist then around the lower
half of my legs as he held them up, making me so
immobile that he really did not need the thick,
cold, heavy chain around my neck! It was
padlocked tight around me with a big brass lock.
He dragged me by that chain into the
storeroom/restroom which nearly strangled me and
put a nice concrete burn on my ass and arms. He
locked the other end of the heavy chain around
the base of the toilet. The chain was just long
enough for me to sit up next to the toilet and
against the wall. The floor was cold and I was
hungry. He turned the light off and left me there
for so long I slept. Not an easy sleep but just
nodding out from exhaustion and cold here and
there.

I cried a bit and worried if I'd done it this
time. Every sound in the alley brought a wave of
new fears and I was persuaded that I was to be
found in a refrigerator somewhere in a few weeks.
Only the cabbie would remember where I had last
been seen alive! The brief bits of
unconsciousness were my only relief from the
aches and worries I had brought upon myself. And
Dammit! I still am NOT SURE if I want to live
like this! I have NO idea how many times I came
as those men used me to get their rocks off and
hostilities out! Sweet Amy made me cum too! The
boy had found it so easy to wash me inside with
his little hand because I was wet! I wanted to
finger myself for them in the restroom but my
hands were tied (or I would have risked the belt
to try!)

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