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Opal disembarked from her BMW,
shutting the door. She tossed her briefcase in the trunk, looking around
nervously, as she’d never liked Master Sickles’s
neighborhood too much.
A couple of young black boys,
adorned in baseball hats and doo-rags, laughed in her
direction. “Whatchoo looking at, white ho?” one
jeered, and Opal flushed, looking at the ground.
Every week she promised herself
she wouldn’t come back. Her therapist had worked with her for months. “Opal,
you’re a feminist, you’re a valuable person.
You’re married to the president
of one of
Opal moved away from her car,
praying that no one messed with it. Goddamn Narcissus
Sickles, full time slacker, half-ass
student, and part-time Master. Or full-time Master,
but not for her.
“MALE MASTER
LOOKING FOR GENEROUS FEMALE SUBMISSIVES FOR BRIEF INTERLUDES. I WILL LET
YOU KNOW WHAT A PILE OF BILE YOU
That had been the ad in the free
weekly. And Opal had answered it eighteen months ago.
As Opal’s high heels clicked down
the sidewalk to Master Sickles’s house, she wondered
what she’d think of doing to her today. Punching her stomach with boxing
gloves? That was a bad one. “Not that I’d ever (cough)
hit your face, (cough) Dirtbag.”
Last week, Master Sickles had
rubbed Band-Aids in Ben-Gay and put one on each of Opal’s nipples, and then
made her hold a nickel to the wall with her nose, while kneeling on bits of
gravel. For an hour.
She’d thought then he would have
gotten her up and they’d have gone through the usual whipping and him allowing
her to suck him off. But Master Sickles had just sent her home then.
“I’m not feeling (cough) too social (cough)
today, Dirtbag” he’d said this, while putting her
five portraits of Ben Franklin in his wallet.
Sometimes the sessions were long
and interesting…invigorating, like the time he’d tied her to the floor and screwed
her pussy with his big toe, or the time he’d chained her to the bottom of a
U-Haul truck (she’d rented it for him) and he’d driven along a bumpy road and
she’d bounced horribly against the steel floor.
Then Opal had complained, so
Sickles had actually cuffed her hands to the back of the truck and driven at
five miles an hour, making her run behind the thing or be towed for nearly
twenty minutes, until a cop had stopped them, and she’d had to bribe the guy.
Once, Master Sickles had
suspended Opal from a hook in the ceiling, put mousetraps on her nipples and
Icy hot on her shaved pussy. Then he’d made her watch him fuck his cute little
bimbo girlfriend Bonnie. (The little bitch didn’t even have a high school
diploma, and Opal had a PhD in chemical engineering)
Every time Bonnie had cum, Master
Sickles had jumped up and thrashed Opal’s ass with a thick wooden paddle…and
Bonnie had been multi-orgasmic. Up until then, Opal hadn’t wanted to admit how
much she was in love with Master Sickles…that she was jealous of that little
slut.
But it was true, she’d cried
bitterly while Master Sickles had fucked Bonnie, and Bonnie had actually made
fun of her!
Another session had consisted of
Opal being forced to clean Master Sickles’s garage
floor with a rag in her mouth. Good God, what was she paying him for? Paying him five hundred bucks to clean her
garage floor? But Opal’s panties were
drenched just thinking about it.
Whatever he did to her…the time
he’d made her rim out homeless drunk men’s asses at the bus station…she took it
all…because after all, he was her Master Master
Sickles!
Just imagining
Master Sickles’s beautiful blond curls, his jutting
chin and his contemptuous look. “Dirtbag”
Master Sickles always said. “You know (cough) you need (cough) this. Just to
(cough) remind you of (cough) how loathsome(cough) you really are.”
Poor Sickles. He was her Master,
but he was also a consumptive, tubercular albino who had lived in a iron lung
from the time he was seven until he was sixteen, back in
But Opal was addicted to Sickles!
And it wasn’t as if men didn’t
like Opal. She kept herself in excellent shape, and had a devoted husband
who was actually a slave himself...
And during her single years,
she'd been quite a princess!
It was because men had always
treated Opal as if she was a goddess. She’d been her daddy’s little darling,
captain of the high school cheerleaders, Homecoming Queen, and then Prom
Princess, and it had continued into adult life.
Her fantasies had always been
shameful and disgusting…until she’d met Master Sickles. He’d made everything
all right.
Somehow, when she left Master Sickles’s ratty house, bruised and humiliated, the hole in
her soul was filled. She had higher self-esteem, and felt great…but she knew it
was unhealthy to do these things.
Sickles certainly knew how to
treat a girl, there was no doubt. And also MEN. Once Opal had come in and seen
one of
Once the house had been
overcrowded with clients, and Opal had been tied up briefly in the attic, where
she'd had to watch a flabby fat man kneeling in the corner. According to
Sickles, the man lived there and paid most of the mortgage on the house. He
came home every night from work, took a vicious whipping and a skull-fucking
from Sickles, and then it was upstairs to kneel naked in the corner until
bedtime. Weekends the man never left the attic!
Opal took a deep breath and
knocked on Master Sickles’s door. Suddenly the door
opened, and a woman with short strawberry blonde hair came out, rubbing her
attractive buttocks. “Good bye, Master Master
Sickles?” the woman said over her shoulder. “You too, scum” came
Master Sickles’s voice, floating out the door.
The woman didn’t even look up at
Opal; she just walked around her and went to the street. Opal stepped in.
“Master Master Sickles? I’m here, Sir.”
There he was, leaning
languorously against the doorjamb. Thick sunglasses, dead white skin, and
coughing, as always.
“Well, now Dirtbag…so
you’re here. A little early, aren’t we? Hope Cloris
wasn’t too freaked about you practically knocking her down when you came in.”
Opal flushed. She put her purse
in the hallway. Master Sickles rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, and
she handed him his five bills. “Five hundred dollars.”
Master Sickles said musingly. “Maybe I’ll buy Bonnie a necklace, huh?”
Opal burst into tears. SLAP!
Master Sickles’s hand slammed her cheek. “Fuck off, Dirtbag. Your crocodile tears don’t go for much in this
house. If you were one quarter of the woman that Bonnie is, you wouldn’t even
have to come see me.”
Master Sickles spun on his
sandaled heel and walked through the tiny kitchen into the living room. Opal
followed him, thinking that her
Master Sickles’s
teeth set. “Take off your bogus business suit, and kneel on the floor, you
pig.”
Opal took off her business
jacket, and unbuttoned her blouse, hoping that Master Sickles would like seeing
her lace bra. Nothing affected him though, he just watched as she undid her
hose and stepped out of
everything, standing in front of Master Sickles, shivering
slightly, though it was August.
Master Sickles looked at her
critically. “You are developing love handles, Dirtbag.”
Master Sickles snickered as
Opal grabbed her middle. “Lucky I don’t have to fuck you.”
Opal was in a panic. Did this
mean…was this why Master Sickles hadn’t allowed her to suck him off during the
last few months? Was she fat? Oh, God.
Master Sickles grinned. “Maybe I
should put you on Hyacinth’s plan. She’s a tubbo, and
I cane her viciously for every pound she’s overweight when she comes here…we
get on the scale and everything. When she actually gains weight after a
session, I whip her tits.”
Opal shivered. She knew the pain
of Master Sickles’s cane against her nipples, and it
was horribly stinging. She’d once had to rub aloe vera
on her breasts for a week after seeing him, though it had been one of the more
thrilling sessions she’d had.
What was happening today? Was Master
Sickles going to whip her? Cover her with clothespins and knock them off? That
had happened once. He was such an imaginative little fuck.
Master Sickles looked at Opal a
bit tenderly. “You know, Opal, honey. I know it’s difficult being a slavegirl…and you look so lonely. You probably don’t get
laid much.”
Opal looked at Master Sickles,
amazed. Was he…could he be wanting to make love to her? He’d never done that,
though often she’d rubbed her clit while kissing his feet.
Master Sickles smiled kindly. “I
want you to have love, too, and I worry so much about you, putting all this
money into your training. I mean, your billable hours probably barely cover MY
billable hours.” Master Sickles snorted at this, and winked at Opal.
“So I have a friend, and I want
you to meet him. I want you to have an intense time.” Master Sickles turned and
whistled, and in a moment, a naked girl, her head shaved, brought in a Great
Dane.
“This is Duke, honey.” Master
Sickles said with a big smile. “And the creature pulling him I call Dingleberry. I just shaved Dingle’s head because I caught
her masturbating with a pair of my underwear. Get the fuck out of here, Dingleberry, and leave Duke with me.”
The bald woman looked at the ground and walked
out, and the Great Dane came up to Master Sickles, wagging its long tail.
Master Sickles smiled at the dog
and rubbed its head. “Do I have a treat for you, Dukie!
Yes, this is better than anything you’ve had in a while.”
The dog lay down and Master
Sickles walked over to Opal and grabbed her by the nape of the neck, forcing
her to the floor. He slapped her ass, hard and she bent it up, and he began
playing his fingers in her clitoris. “Now, then…doesn’t that smell good?”
Opal wondered what was going on
now. Master Sickles rarely touched her private parts with his fingers. He even
used latex surgeon’s gloves when he put clothespins and her office binder clips
on her mound, but he was stroking her now, and how good it felt!
“Yes, there we go…are you hot,
honey?” Master Sickles’s voice was quite comforting.
“Yes, Master…I feel quite
excited.” Opal said, breathing heavily. Master Sickles’s
fingers were diligently rubbing her labia, and she was getting more and more
excited.
She didn’t understand why he’d
brought his dog in, but maybe he was going to make love to her, and he liked to
have the dog around for comfort.
Opal was a bit intimidated with
the way that the dog, Duke was looking at her, quite intently. What the hell
was that about? She was so naked…
Master Sickles rubbed Opal’s
increasingly damp slit. Opal was getting more and more enthralled. Master
Sickles could be so tender when he wanted to be! Opal began shaking with the
desire to cum. Ooooh, it feels so good, she thought,
as Master Sickles’s long finger probed her slit, tickling
the sides. God this is incredible.
As Master Sickles rubbed faster,
Opal bucked and gasped. She was getting closer and closer to cumming. She’d hoped that Master Sickles would fuck her,
but this was better than nothing. But suddenly, as she was going to cum, Master
Sickles pulled his finger out quickly.
“Smell it, Duke.” There was a
panting. “Yes, you can lick, it it won’t kill you,
boy…though the Dirtbag is a nasty little thing…like
motor oil her cum is.”
Opal listened dumbly as Duke
licked Master Sickles’s finger excitedly. “Smells
good, doesn’t it?”
Opal turned around “Master
Sickles, what the hell are you..” Suddenly Master Sickles jumped up and grabbed
Opal by the hair and slapped her four times across the face. “Here I am trying
to create a pleasant situation for you, scuzz, and
you don’t seem to like it. Want to leave?”
Opal’s heart fell into her
stomach. She had no idea what was going on, but she didn’t want to leave, ever.
Master Sickles turned to Duke. What about the goddam
dog, what about her? Why was he…oh no, not that.
“Want to fuck something good and
juicy?” Opal’s ears burned. “Oh, Dirtbag you are in
for a treat, babe.” Opal heard Dukes’ panting behind her.
This is awful, she thought. I
can’t put up with this! What would Dr. Greenstahl
think?
Opal felt Duke’s furry form
coming up behind her, and all of a sudden he was climbing on her back. Opal’s
buttocks, which
Her beautiful buttocks. Opal
remembered the previous summer when she and her girlfriends had gone to
Opal had been in her bikini
thong, and despite being in her forties, all the male gasps she’d heard, and
how her girlfriends had giggled…she had a “Midas Ass” made of gold. And this
was what was happening to it! A Dog.
Rubbing his filthy nose in her
crack, and now she felt his dick against her globes as well!
Suddenly, Opal felt Duke climb on
and hump her, rubbing his dick against her hole with all his energy. There was
panting. “Oh, you know, Duke, I think I have an even better treat for you, boy”
came Master Sickles’s voice.
Thank God, he’s reclaimed his
sanity. He’s going to get the dog off her and give it some food, and she could
dress and leave…or maybe he’d fuck her now. She just had to be degraded before
Master Sickles could stick it in…right?
Master Sickles pulled Duke off
Opal. Thank God, he was just scaring her a little bit. He wasn’t going to…
Suddenly, Master Sickles’s thumb and forefinger were on her ear. “Now then,
Dirt-bag, I want you to service Duke a little bit. Make him feel like a sexy
macho dog, won’t you?”
As Opal’s head was forced to suck Duke’s dick, she realized that she was lucky, as such a little scumbag…to have Masters like Master Sickles and Master Duke
Looking up,Opal noticed that Sickles had a thick
glove on his right hand.
"You'll like this thing, baby" Sickles said enthusiastically.
"After Duke works you over a bit, I'm going to spank you with my new stun
glove.
It has some nice insulation to protect my hand and the terminals inside the
glove are (cough) real nasty. This stun glove almost makes my little electric
baton obsolete! I spanked my girlfriend Skinner with it, and she's still
at the Emergency Room!"
Eustace sat looking
at his beautiful Opal. she'd let her hair down and was enjoying the atmosphere
of Tooley's the best singles bar in
Eustace still hurt.
Opal had been playing with Eustace's cock, stroking it slowly and pulling her
cute manicured hand away just as he was about to cum. (His wrists were tied
above him on the back porch, and the neighbor boys, both offensive little
bastards were smirking over the fence)
And then Eustace
had begun running his mouth. He knew better than to ask for orgasm...
Opal wasn't too
generous in that department, but she'd looked so hot in her blue and white
striped top and tight jeans, and she'd actually spun around and rubbed her
curving buttocks, covered in tight denim against Eustace's sweltering, engorged
cock now and then when she felt her hand had to take a break.
And again, Eustace
also wanted to know if she'd take off her clothes, but he'd known better about
that one, too.
How could he have
fucked up so stupidly? He'd been under his wife's lash for thirty years for
God's sake. He knew she was temperamental, and that she would make him pay
dearly for any nagging...but hell he wasn't asking to cum, or for her to do
anything differently that day...
and he was damn
grateful that she had his cock out, as for seven previous
lonely months it had been locked in the Supertube, and she'd not even
teased him. She'd been so enraged about his spurt in September...
But he'd made the
mistake, the egregious mistake that day... "Opal" he'd said
hesitantly. Opal had smiled as she was pulling and rubbing Eustace's burgeoning
erection, toying with the foreskin with her long magenta nail. "Yes,
Eustace, darling?"
"I had a
request." Eustace kept looking at the floor as Opal played her long pretty
fingers around his cock. "Would you get upset if I just asked, ma'am?"
"No,
honey" Opal's voice syruped out...venom hiding under lots of treacle, eh?
"Tell me anything. You know I won't punish you if it's not
unreasonable."
"Okay, you
sure?" Eustace gasped as Opal tickled his frenulum, amazed at her
resilience at pulling and tweaking his organ. Oh, she is so hot. "I hope
you're sure."
Opal smiled, but
there was an edge to her voice. "Darling, I find it irritating when you
need reassurance." Opal's pretty fingers went from stroking Eustace's ballooning
shaft to pinching it. "Are you trying to nag me, dearest?"
Eustace had kept
himself from screaming as Opal had cruelly pinched his glans Ohh...no
please...my glans is so engorged, no more.
Opal let go of
Eustace's dick for a moment. "Sweetheart" she smiled as she put her
head on Eustace's shoulder and kissed his ear.. "You know you can tell
Opal anything."
"Okay,
great" Eustace said. "Would you let your pretty hair down while you
stroke me, ma'am? I spent four hours shampooing, blow drying and brushing it
yesterday, and I'd just like to enjoy it a bit."
Opal began gritting
her teeth, and took her hand off Eustace's cock. She reached down and picked up
a rat-trap, the dead rat hanging from the metal bar. She took the rat out of
the trap and shoved it into Eustace's mouth, and put the trap on Eustace’s'
left nipple, snapping it hard. Then Opal punched Eustace in the stomach.
"Who the fuck
do you think you are?" she asked viciously. "You think I'm going to
let my hair down for you, you wussy piece of boloney? Especially after you
refused to give me some of your savings so I can have the parlor
re-decorated?"
Opal's hand went
crashing across Eustace's face. Then she slapped him with her other hand and he
felt her rings bouncing off his face. Then she scratched his chin with her
nails and laughed.
Opal spun on her
heel and went back in the house, coming back out with a cane. "You want me
to take my hair down, you piece of shit?" Opal asked. "I want you to
lose your erection. But it's still there. Let's see if we have any incentive."
Eustace tried to
think of something that would make his erection die, but she looked so hot with
her boobs pushing against the striped top...
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK The cane rose and fell on Eustace's cock
as he cried bitterly and Opal laughed wildly. Oh God.
But then
afterwards, Opal had forced Eustace to drink about eleven bottles of Evian
water and she'd cuffed him to a chair in her parlor, on the lush Oriental rug
he'd purchased for her for the twentieth reunion.
"I'm going out
for a bit, darling, and if you spill one drop of urine on this rug, Mummy will
make you scream with acute pain" she'd said, smiling.
Eustace's eyes were
tearing up and his cock and kidneys were swelled by the time Opal's boyfriend
had honked the horn.
Then Trey's wife
had dropped by with him, and cuffed him to another chair, kissing him lightly
on the lips before leaving
"Remember,
Trey, you can't pee either. Your dad's punishment will be NOTHING to compare
with what I'll give you." And Brandi had trotted out.
Within an hour,
Trey was crying as his cock bounced back and forth on the beautiful stuffed
chair. "Dad, I don't think I can take it!"
Eustace smiled
grimly. "You'd better... I can't take it much either, kid!" By now
his kidneys were painfully pushing his crotch up and out. Eustace's dick was so
hard and filled with pee, and of course it was covered with horrible welts from
Opal's beating.
Trey decided to rib
him.
"What did you do, run your peep through
the paper cutter at work?" Trey was sneering, but he knew Mom was a hard
hitter.
Of course Opal had
never laid a hand on Trey until he had chosen a femdom marriage for himself,
but now he was fair game, and she'd well paid her son back for sullenness
temper tantrums, pregnant waitresses, missed curfews, drug rehabs and poor
behavior over 21 years.
The most alarming
thing that had happened to Eustace earlier that year had been when Trey's wife
and Opal had ordered Eustace to suck his son off...Trey had been denied for 94
days and Eustace had been dying to cum...and the promise had been, suck Junior
off, and then jerk off yourself, MAYBE.
Oh, that had been horrible, and of course
because he hadn't shown proper enthusiasm for the fellating of his oldest, Opal
had denied Eustace the orgasm after all...no jerking off for him, and he was
now an official incest perv.
Eustace kept
pushing his legs together now trying to keep his penis from spurting out a
bunch of stinking urine all over Opal's mom's antique chair. God, Opal's mom
was a bitch.
"Don't get
Grandma's chair wet, Dad, she'll throttle you with the fan belt" Trey said
with a grin.
How Eustace wished
he could give his son the finger, but of course his wrists were manacled to the
goddamn chair. Yes, Opal's mom, Gert, had been quite a vicious whipper. She
would get all her six son-in-laws together and cane them all in a row, with the
daughters clapping. Of course Gert was Kappa Gamma Sade Landon grad '54
Ghastly.
Trey was not doing
well either, he was bouncing up and down on the chair he was locked to, trying
not to pee. Oooh. Eustace saw Trey's dick leak a little droplet. Eustace felt
triumphant. He knew that he should feel badly for his son, but the kid's
smartass attitude pissed him off, so to speak. He would enjoy seeing what Brandi
did to Trey later on.
"Don't tell
her, Dad, I just dripped a little bit" Trey begged, but he could see the
malicious joy in his father's eyes. Eustace tried hard to keep his dick still.
Trey gritted his teeth. "Promise me you won't tell, Dad. I think I can get
away with this."
Eustace laughed
harshly. "You need discipline; you're a pothead, speed freak, junkie, pill
popper, dope fiend and loudmouth extraordinaire. I spent years paying for your
speeding tickets and getting you out of trouble, because your mother wanted to
have you be raised normally.
You know Grandpa on
my side was femdom raised, and at nineteen he had to be in bed by seven o'
clock, and he wore dresses all the time, and then my grandmother cut his balls
off...and you are just OPALhetic. I will tell all,
and clap while you're caned and whipped."
But Eustace saw a
gleam in his son's eye, as he watched Eustace thrusting about nakedly on the
chair. Trey said with a smile. "Well, misery loves company, you know
dad."
Suddenly, Eustace
was horrified as Trey began edging the chair he was locked to closer and closer
to Eustace's chair.
Then Trey kicked
Eustace's chair and Eustace fell over, but Eustace had been ready, and he held
his penis-pee in...but then Trey reached out and kicked again and again and
finally managed to kick his dad in the balls, and Eustace's dick exploded, and
pee rained all over the chair, the expensive rug, everywhere ..
And then Eustace's
butt exploded too, and Eustace realized that Opal hadn't been kind in giving
him those nice brownies. Every five years Opal found a way to slip him
Ex-Lax...
Eustace still
wriggled thinking of the horrible whippings he and the boy had taken that
night, and how he'd cried with misery when Opal had insisted that Eustace turn
over the cash he'd been saving for a speedboat for over 25 years to buy a new
Oriental rug and chairs. God that had been so horrible.
Opal had only allowed Eustace $25 out of his
paycheck from the time they'd first been married, and never given him raises
when the university raised his salary.
Eustace had been
allowed to keep one third of any financial gifts he'd gotten from relatives, as
well as 50 per bonus from the University, so he'd worked his ass off to put
money away, and after 25 years he'd saved ten thousand dollars, enough for a
small speedboat...and he'd had to turn the money over to Opal and her mother to
redecorate because he'd been a bad piss boy.
Now Eustace had to
watch his beautiful wife looking imOPALient as she
was waiting at the bar for her latest lover.
Eustace of course
had to sit by himself near the bathroom, writing punishment lines while keeping
an eye on Opal to make sure she was all right.
Several times
during the evening Opal had already had long groping dances with anonymous
strangers, but it was her policy not to go home with anyone until Eustace had
Googled them, so she'd just had herself a time...
God how ghastly it
all was! Eustace was really worried that Opal would become annoyed because she
was going to have to go home with her husband, and that always made her mad.
When Opal felt like
a loser, she'd have Eustace strip naked in the parking lot of Tooley's and ride
in the back on the floor. Then she'd make him run to the door of the house and
stand naked while she walked leisurely to let him in.
And Opal looked so
beautiful. Her gorgeous hair was down and sitting round her shoulders, Opal was
also wearing a cute outfit, a halter top with a flimsy sweater over it, and super
tight jeans. Even at her age, Opal was probably one of the ten hottest women in
this stupid singles bar, Eustace thought.
And she keeps
talking to all these assholes. It's driving me crazy, it really is, Eustace
thought resentfully. I'm such a good husband to her, but whenever I protest,
she shoves her pickup's penises in my mouth.
EUSTACE saw OPAL look up, and actually look quite lively.
Who was she talking to? Oh God, that disturbed young man...Sickles, something
Sickles. Young Sickles was almost expelled from Landon a few months ago after
he rubbed poison ivy on a faculty wife's nipples--poor Marsden's
wife, the Sociology man.
How an attractive woman like Effie Marsden
would contemplate an affair with an albino twenty-one year old was a mystery,
and somehow he'd tied her up and rubbed Poison Ivy all over her.
Upon hearing about this, OPAL had joked that she should rub
some on EUSTACE's penis just when he was about to
masturbate, so he couldn't touch himself without the stuff spreading. OPAL was
not a symOPALhetic wife in so many ways.
But she was talking to young Sickles now as if they were old
friends! EUSTACE felt nauseous. Wait, were they actually....going into the
women's bathroom together?
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