How To Tenderize A Pig by Anonymous

The phone call lasted over an hour.  The frustration in her friend's voice hanging in the air around her.  She did not leave her house often, but did this time.  The bag she carried was heavy, it thudded against her thigh with each step she took.  She descended the stairs to the club, the doorman giving her a slight nod and a "Welcome Lady" before opening the door for her.  Inside it was dark, the music soft, the barest audible mingling of voices.  She let her eyes adjust then worked her way to the back, entering a room with a red door.

Inside there was assembled chairs in a semi circle around the perimeter.  Seated were many acquaintances, some she knew by name.  Her friend was seated closest to a table in the center, here is where she walked and set down her bag.  She remained silent, looking around the room and noting the brat suspended from the ceiling by cuffed wrists, a pig mask covering the brat's head.  Her lips gave the slightest curve of approval at the hook in the ceiling a couple feet in front of where the brat was suspended, also a few feet of empty space behind.

Opening her bag, she retrieved a couple ziplines, the clothespins arranged in rows of 15 with knots between.  She walked to the brat and began pinching bits of skin and attaching pins.  She worked her way up the chest on each side, taking care to include the nipple.  The brat did not say a word or make a sound.  This brat had greatly displeased their Mistress, and thought they could "take whatever anybody dished out".

At the top of each zipline was a loop, these she looped through a bit and tapped the brat's chin twice, inserting the bit then tapping their chin again til they closed their mouth.  Turning around she then went to her bag and extracted an iron weighted and hooked ball.  She carefully knotted rope to the ball, tugging it vigourously to make sure it was secure.  Standing on a chair, she ran the other end of the rope through the hook in the ceiling then walked towards the brat, the rope skimming along her fingertips as she pulled til the weight was suspended off the floor.  She tied the free end to the mouth bit in the brats mouth then let go, hearing a squeal of surprise as the brat bit down harder to handle the extra weight.

Reaching up she yanked the pig mask off the brat's head, observing them carefully as they looked around, taking in the room and their predicament.  She turned around and went to her bag, reaching in and feeling the leather against her hand. She closed her eyes and her body gave the slightest shudder of pleasure before removing the whip and unfurling it with a slight snap of her wrist.

The brat's eyes grew wider, watching her walk to the rear, the muscles in the neck straining with the weight to turn to see what she was doing.  She flicked the whip, the tip snapping against the brat's ear, the brat's head snapping to the front, the brat's body quivering now, the legs shaking.  She began with a soft lash against the upper back, watching the body jump and the weight sway.  The ziplines had been on there for awhile now, she smiled in anticipation knowing the pain this brat would be subjected to.  She managed two more lashes before breaking the brat.  A soft scream before the much louder sounds of agony and pleasure.

The brat stood, head bowed, tears flowing down their face.  Angry red welts ran in a line up their chest.  She walked by and waited, as other servants retrieved her items and handed them to her one by one.  She packed her bag then closed it, her hands resting on it for a moment reverently.  Sighing, she picked up her bag and left the way she came, her step lighter, the night more alive than it was before.