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Dream Date With A Domme.
Part Three.
By 781-524-112.
38. Clean
i’m getting a bit worn out with all this squatting in a cage in the back of a Range Rover lark.
i was ‘invited’ to climb in at Mistress’s house, still hooded and unable to see anything. Naked, but for collar, cuffs and chastity belt. Something heavy and soggy was thrown in the cage after me and the rear door was shut and we were off, gravel crunching under the tyres of the car.
‘I would suggest you get dressed before we arrive, worm. It is daylight.’
So here i am struggling to get into a soaking wet t-shirt and jogging pants in a cage in the back of a moving vehicle, while being unable to see. An interesting exercise and by the time i am done i feel like i have been in a blender, for Curtis spares no thought for my travails as he whips round corners and appears to brake late and accelerate hard.
Eventually I manage it and minutes later, the car stops, the rear door is opened and so is the cage.
Strong but nimble fingers undo the lacing of the hood and it is removed. Strangely I hadn’t even considered trying to remove it myself. It never occurred to me that it would be just be laced and not locked.
‘Here’s your room key card, don’t lose it. Someone will be in touch regarding arrangements for tonight. And you’ll be needing this.’
He throws me a small purse. Pink canvas.
With that he is gone and I realise I am in the parking garage in the hotel basement. I have no idea what time it is but it feels like early morning, the garage’s fluorescent lighting giving no clue.
Up in the lift to floor four, I exit and quickly walk along the corridor to my room, turn a corner and walk almost straight into an elderly couple.
‘Sorry.’
No response from them, just a look of disdain and a wrinkle of their lips as they take in the state of my clothes.
‘Early morning jog, got a bit carried away and a bit of rain about too.’ I utter in as unflustered a way as I can manage as I detour round them and hurry on past a maid’s trolley
‘Smells like he pissed himself on the way, too.’ The old guy remarks to his companion.
‘Lionel, for goodness sake, will you watch your language,’ the old dear scolds.
At the room, I slide in the key card, now is not the time for it to fail. Green light, phew, I am in.
The room is in disarray still, the bed unmade. Good, just time to get a shower and change and then I can get off to work.
Quickly, I dodge in the bathroom, rip off the sodden clothes and take a long leak in the toilet. Boy did I need that, cold and busting for a pee. Not good. Not that it would really have mattered if I’d lost control, under the circumstances.
I jump straight in the shower, remembering first to go back and check the door is locked. Been caught that way before! Finally, warmth and cleanliness, no thought for the leather cuffs on my limbs. I use all of the hotel’s complimentary shampoo and feel like me again. Clean and fresh, good to go. Get my head on right, get to work, apologise to Franklin, then get out of this mess I have created for myself.
Once dried off and relaxed, I wander over and open the wardrobe and react in complete shock to the four sides, empty coat hangers and a forlorn looking iron and board propped up in it.
I open the other cupboard. Nothing. Drawers? Empty.
Back in the bathroom, it dawns on me that my shaving kit is gone too. My laptop, phone. Shit.
Gone. The room is devoid of anything belonging to me. I slump down on the bed and see the pink canvas purse laying where I had thrown it.
It contains my bank card and a folded note.
On it is written, ‘worm. you will be able to draw a maximum of £250 from your back account which should be enough to buy some clothes before you go in to work. Do not miss my call or that will be all you will possess for the rest of the week.’
‘Jesus, fucking Christ!’
i had just got my head back to normality and here i was, back under her thumb again. What the fuck was i going to do, now?
Bang, bang.
The door.
‘Hello, may I service room, please.’ A muffled oriental-sounding voice from out in the hall.
Bollocks.
‘No just leave it for a while, please, I’ll sort the room, ok?’
‘But sir, I need give you towel.’
i crack the door open and reach out to take the offered towel and she pushes at the door and barges in, straight into the bathroom. i am left cowering, naked, behind the door.
As she turns to leave, she shoots me a quick glance, no reaction discernible on her face at all and leaves.
Hotels. i guess they see all sorts.
Anyway, no time for all that, somehow i need to get some clothes and get to work.
39. Franklin
‘Booth. My office, right now.’
My first phone call of the day. Well it would be having been in the office all of twelve minutes. It’s almost twelve-thirty. Franklin, pissed off as expected. Face the music time.
His office is the only work space on my end of the floor that has a door. The rest of us a have cubicles or desks the size of which depends on one’s rank within the company. It always made me wonder why the people with most to do have the smallest space. The work gets done by the juniors whose desks are usually over-flowing with paper, while the ‘execs’ just need a keyboard and a phone. Check mail and book lunch, that’s all they need to do.
Quick rap on the door and i enter, ‘Mr Franklin, what can I do for you?’
‘Sit down, Booth. I need a talk with you about your work of late’
‘Sir, before we go on, I must apologise for the….’
‘Booth, shut up and listen. I am going to tell you this once and once only.’
I really don’t need this shit right now. I have just spent the morning being humiliated in the worst possible way. Returned to my hotel with nothing but soaking jogging gear, exposed to the maid in a chastity belt and then out into the world again to buy clothes suitable for the office looking like a vagrant with a bladder problem. A lecture, I do not need but I’m going to get one anyway.
‘Your work, of late, has been… how shall I put it…’
Sloppy, unfocussed, distracted…shit, maybe?
‘….inspired.’
‘Sir, like I said….pardon…inspired?’ I didn’t hear that right or he’s taking the piss.
‘Yes, son, inspired. You have shown a concise and targeted approach to problem solving that has been noticed by those on the upper floor. All that flim-flam and dressing has gone and you are cutting to the chase and getting the job done, adding value to this organisation and showing the ‘can-do’ attitude that we need.’
And the prize for the most corporate-speak clichés in one sentence goes to…
‘Son, you are being recommended for a promotion to business development manager and I expect you to take the opportunity and do this organisation proud.’
He’s at least ten years younger than me. If he calls me son again, I’m going to wallop him, the smug bastard.
‘Now get yourself out there, clear your desk and move into the free station by the window, until we can get you an office sorted.’
I am in shock and part of me still thinks that the desk clear-out will be followed by an escort out of the building.
‘By the way, Booth, before tomorrow, just one more thing.’
Here we go.
‘Buy a fucking watch! You’ll need to be on time for lunch at thirteen hundred with the CEO.’
‘Yes, Sir, sorry, I will.’
I close the door on my way out and turn to see Jerry, who has obviously been hanging round trying to eavesdrop.
‘Well, sport, your pants aren’t showing any signs of blood so I guess you still have your arse-hole intact. Which is a surprise to me.’
‘Look Jerry, I guess you covered for me and I’m grateful…’
‘Covered. Yes, I got the account complete this morning and sent it away from the files you had on the shared drive. Otherwise you would have been gone. No problem though, you just owe me one. Big time. So what did he say?’
He puts his arm round my shoulders and leads me back to the work stations.
‘You on probation?’ he whispers, desperate to get the gossip to spread round the department.
‘Actually he’s promoting me. I’m out for lunch with him and Barnes at one.’
I honestly said it as a matter of fact and, still reeling from the unexpected turn of events, didn’t realise it sounded like I was rubbing Jerry’s nose in it. He had covered my ass for a week while my head was in cuckoo-land.
‘Son of a bitch.’ Jerry’s arm squeezes tighter across my shoulders, surprisingly so for a lightly-built guy.
‘You’ll go far. Use your mates and dump them when you get the bigger job. If you were a dame, I would have said you fucked your way to a promotion, but as it is I reckon maybe you got yourself fucked for it instead.’
The arm is gone and so is he, ‘congratulations,’ he shouts in a voice dripping with sarcasm.
40. Shock
Lunch goes okay, I get a comment about my new shirt and tie. If only they knew. A pep-talk from Barnes, the big boss. Talking to me like a mate, when he’s barely acknowledged my existence as a human being previously.
Frankly I’m glad when it’s over, though the food was much-needed and very enjoyable. Two hours. So this is executive life, then.
Back to the office and I go back to my ‘cube’ and start to get my stuff together. The promotion is a ‘shoe-in, I’m told. It has to be authorised but will go ahead, so best to move now and distance oneself from the troops. Barnes’ idea.
For fuck’s sake, it just rubs their noses in it even more. The guys in the team have done all the work. I just guided them in the right directions. When I wasn’t thinking about having my backside leathered or spending the night on the floor in a hogtie, that is.
The department is quiet and I am becoming increasingly paranoid that everyone is looking at me and I should really say something and thank them for their work and all that. As I am moving papers on the desk, my hand catches the mouse and the monitor comes to life.
There on the screen is some hooded bloke tied to a cross with a.. I don’t know..bloke or girl, I can’t tell, kneeling on the floor making some gesture towards the guys dick.
Which appears to be nailed to a block of wood.
Fucking hell, that’s me! How the….?
I turn round reflexively to see if anyone’s looking and the whole department is staring at me over the top of partitions and each other.
‘We can see you were a bit tied up this week while we were all breaking our balls to get the contract out. Well done buddy. You have the lifestyle that will endear you to the politicians too it seems.’
‘You fucking perv.’ Jerry turns and sits back down as a wave of nervous laughter rolls round the room.
Just then, the phone rings.
41. Afternoon
‘Hiya, love, it’s me, I just had a phone call from Ben. It’s great you getting a promotion, I’m so proud of you. It makes all that work away from home worthwhile. Call me when you get chance. Bye, love.’
I couldn’t answer the phone, I just let it go to voicemail. The wife. Glad I didn’t answer it. Not sure quite how I would have sounded and I would have had a whole department listening in. Who the hell is Ben? Not Franklin, surely?
Why couldn’t I just have reacted differently when that picture came on the screen? I gave away the fact it really was me just by how I acted. Indifference or laughter and it would have been forgotten about.
Moving to the desk by the window was a blessing and I’d spoken to no-one for two hours. Hadn’t called home yet, though.
I was still thinking through a plausible get-out explanation but I was damn sure I wasn’t going through all that again. I knew now, I was getting out of this hole I’d dug myself, no more fooling about, I’d nearly blown my whole life apart for what? A stupid notion that I would be happy as a slave?
The phone rings again and I start in a panic, seeing it’s reception calling, I pick up the phone.
‘Mr Booth?’
‘Gabrielle, hi. What can I do for you?’
‘You have er…guests.. In reception, Mr Booth, would you come down?’
‘Guests?’ I wasn’t expecting anyone, ‘who is it?’
‘They didn’t say, sir, but I really think you should come down. Quick as you can please.’
Click. The phone went dead.
I disappear off to the lifts, the department has settled down a bit and I don’t feel quite as many eyes boring into my back as I expected.
Coming out into reception, I walk over to the desk and Gabrielle has a peculiar expression on her face. Relieved but excited somehow.
‘Mr Booth, your guests….on the couches by the window.’
‘Thanks, Gabrielle, did you offer them coffee?
‘Er no. It never occurred to me, I can if you wish?’
‘Please.’
Only then do I turn the corner and see who it is. A well-built black guy in an expensive suit. Curtis!
I would have thought immediately,’ what the fuck is he doing here,’ but his companion breaks the thought off the minute I see her. I approach the sofas, quickly, trying to avoid them having to raise their voices.
‘Come sit by me, worm’ The woman on the couch purrs.
Not Mistress’s voice, bearing in mind Curtis was the only one I had ever seen, that was all I had to go on.
‘Excuse me, madam, but do I know you?’ I have had more than enough now, I have resolved to end this fiasco and certainly do not want any more of this spilling over into work. Nevertheless, I try to take in her outfit. It is tough to do with only a glance. It needs time to savour it.
Just then Gabrielle comes round the corner, presumably to offer them a drink.
‘Good afternoon, Miss.’ Curtis rises and extends his hand palm up. ’Nice to see you, again.’
Again??? What? Has he been here before already?
‘And you too, Mr..?’ Gabrielle is almost melting as charm oozes from him. She accepts his hand and he bends to kiss the back of hers.
I have never in my life seen anyone do that and get away with it.
‘Curtis. Just call me Curtis.’
‘Gabrielle. Hunt. Pleased to meet you.’ Her voice is like velvet but she can barely hide the flutter in it.
The woman on the couch, crosses her legs. That gets my attention back to her.
‘When you two have finished preening, I would like a coffee. Black, dash of dark rum and a sugar cube.’
She then lights a cigarette with absolutely no hint of the fact that she is breaking the law of the land.
‘Erm, Miss….you can’t…..’
‘Lady, actually. Lady Victoria. Run along dear, I have to speak to ‘worm’ here in private.’
‘But.. Lady, whatever, I cannot allow you to smoke on the premises and I have no alcohol.’
‘I said, run along and my name is not ‘whatever’ it is Victoria.’ Her voice too allows no room for argument and I realise now who it is.’
I stand, fixated. Shall I sit? Run? Kneel? Running sounds perfect, get the hell out of this situation. I know, however, flight is not really an option at all.
‘Lady Victoria. Mr Curtis. Please. I must ask you to leave the building, I have a good job here and you are going to get me fired. I am supposed to make a decision today and I have made that decision. I will not be continuing this liaison with your friend and I wish to be released back to my normal life as per her conditions. As in, never to dabble in this stuff again.’
Lady Victoria takes a long drag on her cigarette, elegance itself in her long opera length gloves.
Curtis meanwhile, does not appear elegant, he looks about ready to rip me limb from limb, tensing his muscles and placing himself closer to me than is comfortable in normal situations.
‘Actually, worm, you are to make that decision this evening when you return to Madelaine’s. Until that time you will act as you should to your betters and ensure your head is at a lower level than mine when you address me.’
A boot in the back of the legs, Curtis’s, puts me on my knees. He’s done that before, I recall and I glimpse Gabrielle rounding the corner with security. Shockingly Curtis smiles at her, gestures and she takes hold of the guards arm and mutters something to him about it being okay and she was mistaken and he leaves.
Gabrielle minces back in her tight, long, black dress and expensive heels and stands right beside Curtis, looking down at me prostrate at Lady Victoria’s feet.
‘Now worm, you didn’t complain when you were drinking my piss from a bowl prior to sucking my pussy, did you? You were rather good at it too.’ Lady Victoria sits forward, her cleavage crunching up in the shiny black, sleeveless cat-suit. Thigh-booted legs still crossed.
Gabrielle’s face reacts merely with the widening of her eyes and she shuffles a little as Curtis takes her elbow gently to steady her. She is loving this.
‘I’m sorry, but I cannot..’
Her hand shoots out and slaps me clean across the cheek and I barely manage not to fall over.
‘Listen to me, worm. You are going to leave here with Curtis and I right now and we are going to your Mistress’s house to finalise the arrangements for the remainder of your life according to your choice, but it will happen tonight, not now. So shut the fuck up and do as you are told, understand?’
‘Yes, Mistress.’ i reply.
Thwack.
Another crack across the cheeks, harder still.
‘I am not your Mistress, she is waiting for you. Now get up and let’s get going before Curtis has to crease that immaculate Armani suit of his.’
i am on my feet after she has arisen and marched off towards the revolving door, her boot heels clicking on the marble. She turns.
‘If you wish to bring her with you, Curtis, you have my permission.’ She is gone.
‘Get going you, he gestures to the door and my legs take over and i follow like a…well, like a slave, really.’
‘You coming along?’ Curtis turns to Gabrielle.
‘Mister, I let you go out of this building once not knowing how to contact you, I won’t be making the same mistake again.’
And with that, we are off, consequences forgotten as we are entrapped in our respective webs.
42.Departure
As we all emerge on the street, i see the Range Rover parked on double yellow lines, a traffic warden standing beside it. Ha, they are not totally above the law then.
Curtis merely gesticulates and the warden moves off. It was like he was looking after the car. How do they have this power?
Curtis pips the central locking and opens the rear kerb-side door for Lady Victoria and she enters gracefully as if she were wearing jeans and trainers not a skin-tight catsuit and heels. The impression is that her outfit is not for my benefit or anyone elses but is the way she dresses. Always. She is perfectly at ease, no hint of self-consciousness.
I am then ushered into the same door as if i was being arrested, Curtis’s hand on my head to stop me banging it, like i have never got in a car before. Lady Victoria has moved across the back seat and is relaxed already, cigarette in hand and a glass of dark liquid in her hand. This thing has a bar?
I am aware that i have been in this vehicle three times already and only now have i been seated. The cage in the back is still there i notice, but i am not placed in it. Hmm. What has changed?
Before i get too comfortable, Curtis reaches in and fastens my seat belt and i hear an additional click. He moves my feet back to the bulkhead below the seat, reaches and finds something and i hear two more clicks and i realise my feet are secured.
‘Put you arms up behind your back.’
I move them but obviously don’t quite get the jist of his instruction. He takes hold of my left wrist, his grip like steel and pulls it up towards my shoulder blades, palms flat to the back of the seat. I hear another click and my wrist is held in position.
‘The same with the other wrist.’
I obey his commend and he reaches behind me and snaps the restraint mechanism on my right wrist.
I am now angled slightly forward from the seat back as my fingers touch high up my back, elbows sticking out so it looks like i am doing an impression of a chicken. Or a trussed up turkey.
‘Don’t worry, the restraints are hooked into the car’s accelerometers for the airbags and they will release if we have an accident, as will the double lock on the seat belt so you will not be trapped in the car.’ Curtis explains with some pride.
‘My little invention.’
He removes something from the door pocket, it smells of leather. A leather drawstring bag. In a second it is put over my head and the draw-string is pulled tight but not tied, there is no need to tie it as i cannot move.
The door is shut, the thick tinted windows giving no clue as to the state of the rear occupants.
Gabrielle is waiting patiently on the kerb until Curtis finishes and then he opens the passenger door and he helps her inside. More like a chauffeur than a cop this time. The door is closed. He looks for traffic and walks round the front of the car and gets in behind the wheel and fires up the big V8.
Turning to Gabrielle, he says, ‘Sorry, my dear, but rules are rules.’
With that he puts her seat belt on and pulls another, similar bag from the glove compartment (i guess that should be a hood compartment) and places it matter-of-factly over Gabrielle’s head also.
‘I can fasten you in too if you wish but i think you can be trusted, no?
She declines to answer, just sits back and smoothes her black dress tight along her thighs.
‘Excellent, let’s be off then.’
Lady Victoria stares, absent-mindedly out of the side window as if this is the most boringly mundane journey ever.
43. Revealed
Crunching of gravel announces our arrival. A gloved hand wraps around my throat and pulls at the drawstring bag.
‘Welcome.’
The one word from Lady Victoria’s lips for the whole journey and i nearly shit myself. I am terrified, more so than before. Why? In a moment i shall express my choice to quit this fiasco and i will be away. I may have to walk to find a taxi but i will be free of these nutters.
I am ushered inside, through the front door (i recognise it from the number of steps) and into the hallway i first entered a few nights ago.
‘Knees.’
Curtis quietly beckons me to get off my feet. Almost sounded like he was being protective.
‘You, Miss, may take off the hood.’
Gabrielle removes the bag. She looks at me on my knees on the tiles in a large hallway. A solid oak staircase extends up to one side and a few very robust-looking doors exit to each side of the bottom of the staircase.
One of these opens and probably the most formidable looking female Gabrielle has ever set eyes on in her young life emerges from it.
About five feet six in stocking feet, but looking considerably taller with the heels Gabrielle glimpsed beneath the full length, tight leather skirt. The woman’s waist clinched with a broad black bustier supporting very generously sized breasts straining against the buttons of a starched white blouse.
The high collar is buttoned and enhances an elegant face, fine cheek bones, aquiline nose atop a stern, thin-lipped mouth. Possibly around fifty years old but hard to judge. She is more heavily made up than one would expect at this time of day.
But it is the hair and the eyes that are the intimidating part.
Raven black hair, pulled severely off the face and contained in a tight bun, leaving those eyes an unobstructed view with which to bore into one’s soul. Jet black pits of menace shockingly trained on Gabrielle’s.
‘So, Mr Curtis was correct. The girl fell under his spell and came along.’
Mistress Madelaine was actually talking to herself not Gabrielle, Curtis or her friend. Most certainly not to me.
‘Young Lady, why are you here?’
Directed towards the girl now. Lady Victoria is standing just to one side, drawing on another cigarette while Curtis stands close behind Gabrielle.
Fortunately the elegant black dress she is wearing will not show the sweat rapidly building in her armpits.
‘I...am not really sure, madam... i just had to follow.’
‘Madam. Hmm. Very correct way for you to address me, young lady. Not many manage that with their first greeting’
‘Very well. You will bear witness to this,’ she gestures dismissively towards me, ‘creature’s choice tonight, which will determine the course of the rest of its life’
‘You are here of your own free will and we will not harm you in any way, my dear. However...’
A pause and the eyes intensify even more as they burn into Gabrielle’s own.
‘..you will do as you are asked immediately while you are in my house or you will be invited to leave and Mr Curtis here will return you to your.....judging by the beautiful and expensive dress you are wearing...apartment in town, never to return.’
‘Is that understood?’
‘Yes, madam. Perfectly.’
‘The dress is exquisite. Cut beautifully, the décolletage is just right and it offers support round the breast too. I trust you have no need of a brassiere, dear.’
‘No, madam, i find them uncomfortable and i do not really need one’
Why had she added that? Was it to be-little the older woman with her breasts up-thrust so artificially?
‘Indeed, I see that. It fits around your hips like a body stocking. I always find a tight long skirt infinitely more provocative than a short one, don’t you? Much more sexy and yet so much more classy too?’
‘I think so, madam and thank....’
‘Remove it!’
‘Pardon.....,’ natural hesitation and disbelief in Gabrielle’s voice.
‘Mr Curtis?’ Mistress Madelaine lifts her chin ever so slightly as she speaks.
‘Mistress.’ he replies in understanding, reaches from behind with both hands, grabs the lapels of the dress and rips the front of it out in one movement.
Gabrielle gasps as if she has just been immersed in freezing-cold water.
‘A little slow to obey my dear. Your breasts are as magnificent as I imagined. I so prefer large dark nipples to the insipid pink ones. An advantage of being brunette, perhaps.’ A subtle glance towards Victoria is met with a huff and a toss of long blonde locks.
Gabrielle’s face fills with blood and she blushes bright pink at this exposure and critique of her chest.
But she does not move a muscle.
‘Leave it like that, it is better than nakedness actually.’
‘Now follow me.’
‘V, bring it with you please, darling.’ A wave of the hand in my direction, Madelaine has already turned and is heading into one of the reception rooms.
I have seen nothing, but my cock is hard like a poker.
44. Vision
I am lead into the same room as a few nights ago by a hand clasped underneath the drawstring hood. This was the scene of my ‘rape’ by Lady Victoria’s ‘boy’.
‘This room will have fond memories for you, your face buried in various pussies. Must have been such a fun night for you.’
Lady V’s hand it was leading me in then.
‘You, whatever your name is. Stand in the corner over there, hands behind your head and look into the room, do not move from there until you are told to.’
I assume this was all directed at our gorgeous receptionist and i hear movement in the room through the hood to confirm it. Am i alone with her and Lady V, now then?
‘Secure it’s hands to it’s ankles and have it adopt a proper position please, V’
I am not alone with them then as that was Mistress Madelaine’s voice. I am sat back on my knees with my ankles underneath my butt and my wrists are manacled to my ankles with what feels like handcuffs. Bizarrely i am still fully clothed in my office gear.
‘Now, worm, a little explanation. As I alluded to before you have a choice to make this evening. If you remember there are three options. Leave and kiss goodbye to any BDSM- related activities in the future. Continue your life as it is but under my command. Or submit totally and become a full-time slave in this house.’
‘Mistress, i...’
‘Silence.’
I am immediately interrupted and shut up instantly. I’m learning. It will be soon be over and I can get out of this place and get back to my normal life. Smooth things over with the team at work and forget this ever happened.
‘You will not decide yet. I said you will decide this evening but not yet. You are cold at the moment and not in the correct frame of mind to make an informed choice. So i guess we shall have to warm you up a little’
‘Lady V. If you wouldn’t mind.’
With that request, possibly the most startling thing yet occurs.
My hood is removed and i am allowed to see for the first time in this house.
What i see affects me in a way i could not begin to imagine.
The room is an elegant drawing room. High ceilings, moulded cornices, large ornate Georgian fire-place, expensive draped curtains, solid-looking oak furniture and a green leather Chesterfields and chaise-longues scattered about the room.
Instead of the customary country scene over the fire-place there is a huge oil painting of a woman. Dressed in cream jodphurs and a tight jacket and riding hat, riding crop and gloves clutched in one hand, she looks about ready to embark on a days hunt.
Except at her side is not a trusty foxhound but a naked male on all fours on a lead, head bowed looking at her brown riding boots.
‘I was younger then, indeed and he was such a good dog until he strayed and had to be....re-educted.’
Turning my head i see her for the first time and she bears no relationship to the picture i had of her in my mind. I expected a younger woman. Slimmer in a more overtly ‘dominatrix’ type outfit. She looks like a governess in a Victorian school might have looked, though maybe the long skirt would not have been made of leather. Not one thing about her appearance is how i imagined her to be.
But she is perfect.
‘This evening you are going to have some fun.’
45. Fantasy?
The door opens again and Curtis leads in a girl. She is tiny, a thin, white cloth covering her. It looks almost like a big pillow case with a hole cut in it for her head. Her arms are enclosed within.
She is totally bald and reminds me of that Irish girl that sang a huge hit years ago, Sinead something or other. O’Connor, that was her. Elfin face, dark eyebrows in stark contrast to her bald pate. She is tanned a beautiful golden brown colour.
‘She is prepared, Mr Curtis?’ Mistress Madelaine sits back on one of the leather loungers, as if waiting to be entertained.
‘Mistress, she is prepared as you wished.’
‘Good. Now V, i think we need to prepare worm here, too. Would you mind removing his clothes and his device, i think he should be allowed a little freedom tonight.
‘I just finished fastening him up. Very well.’
Lady V walks towards me but i am still enthralled with the girl in the pillow case. A slap on the face with a leather gloved hand, gets my attention.
‘Right, worm. Listen. Any hint of resistance and you will miss out on what may well be a fantasy scenario for you, something akin to what you imagined you would experience on your first visit. I suggest you comply and enjoy. The alternative will involve my large friend over there and a visit to somewhere considerably less pleasant.’
‘Do you understand?’
‘Yes. Mis...., i cut off the forbidden phrase just in time.
‘You may call me ma’am. As yet you have no priveleges to address me by my name.’
No, and i bloody well never will either as i’m outta here once this is over.
The manacles are removed from my hands and feet and i am helped upright.
‘Walk over to your bitch in the corner there, face her and undress.’
‘Oh , come on...’
THWACK.
A line of pain shoots across the back of my thighs.
‘Be very careful what you say, this privilege can be rescinded as quickly as it was granted, now get over there and do as you are told.’
Madelaine, looks and a feint smile crosses her face.
I walk towards Gabrielle, holy shit. Faced with one of the most gorgeous looking girls in the office, no, anywhere actually, standing with her back to the corner, hands clasped behind her head, openly exposing her magnificent breasts. Large, firm, olive-skinned, huge dark aureoles and nipples you could hang a Stetson on. She is excited, her breathing is shallow and rapid. The closet pervs in the office would kill to have this view.
The long black dress that we had so admired is destroyed. I don’t much care.
‘Whenever you are ready, worm.’
Where to start. Embarassing undressing in front of anyone but someone you know. And have had fantasies about for months.
Dad’s advice. Never let a woman see you in socks and no pants. Shoes and socks first then. Put them to one side, neatly. Figure that will be expected.
‘Shirt, first’ A command from behind me. Mistress.
I pull off the tie, open the top three buttons and, as is my habit, pull the shirt over my head. Gabrielle stares at my chest. Thick collar round my neck with its tag, wrist cuffs and the new larger nipple rings exposed to her. No reaction.
Undo the belt, pull down my newly bought pants and fold them and place them in a pile with the shirt and shoes.
Just the undies then, will she react when she sees what is under there?
Off they come and i am left with nothing but the cuffs and collar and the chastity belt around my waist.
Gabrielle continues to stare, as if hypnotised.
‘I feel hands in the small of my back and the next thing the belt is loose.
‘Off with it.’
Blood is beginning to fill my cock, if i don’t get the piercing through the end soon i’ll never get it off. It is done.
‘Handle it.’
I reach down to my slowly engorging member.
‘Not you, idiot. Her!’ Mistress’s command snaps my hands behind my back.
Gabrielle’s hands come down from behind her head and she reaches out and cradles my cock in both hands, gently, oh so gently. Her eyes lock on mine and they do not flinch. Flinching is not my problem and my cock begins to fill and grow as she caresses it.
‘Get on your knees and suck it.’
Fucking hell. She is as well. I don’t believe this. Down she goes, my cock in her mouth, no movement of her tongue, she just envelopes it and draws it pretty deep. Deeper than necessary? A hint of a gag reflex?
‘Use her mouth, worm’
That does it. My cock is like a hammer-handle. Need no second invitation and i grab the back of her head and ram my cock into her throat. She swallows the lot. Feel her throat spasm as she struggles to stop herself gagging.
Press hard on her head but eventually lack of breath forces her to pull free. She gasps for air and a long string of saliva is coughed out from her lips. She looks up at me with those big, doe-like brown eyes pleading with me.
Her mascara has run as her eyes have watered. i ram it back in again and begin to fuck her face. No other word to describe what i am doing.
She is having a bad time. I have no mercy and am abusing her like no other woman i have ever been with. The more duress she is under the worse i get, i feel her hands on my thighs, trying to push me back but i am having none of it. i am going to cum.
THWACK.
THWACK.
THWACK.
‘Enough.’ Madelaine’s voice, not raised, just matter of fact as usual.
‘Fuuuuck’ i can’t help myself. The heavy cane across the backs of my, now exposed, thighs stops me in mid thrust.
Gabrielle falls to the floor, her face a mess, coughing and retching and tears streaming down her cheeks.
My cock begins to weaken as the pain in my thighs intensifies, i can’t help but rub them.
‘Worm, you are something of a revelation. I had you figured for a worthless submissive but you have surprised me.’
It’s hard to tell whether she is pleased or not.
‘V, we need to work on his pain reflex, when you hit him he should orgasm uncontrollably not pull away and go limp. Conditioning required, for sure.’
Madelaine turns to Gabrielle and says. ‘You. Bitch. Stop grovelling and get back in the corner with your hands behind your head.’
Gabrielle stands up and hurries back into the corner, her spectacular breasts are dripping with white goo and it appears she has actually vomited too. Her ruined dress is now stained and soiled. Her make-up is all over her face.
She looks fabulous.
46. Python
‘Worm, go over to the horse and lay on it, on your back’
I have been on this before I think. Not the most pleasant of memories.
Lay down, it’s only a foot or so wide so shoulders are unsupported. Backside too, almost hanging off the edge. Legs pulled back almost under me, arms the same, cuffs fastened with snap hooks to the legs of the horse. Leather on my back is cold at first.
‘Head back’
I comply and my head is fastened down at an uncomfortable angle with a strap across my neck.
‘Slave. Do your stuff. Make it good.’ Madelaine orders the elfin Emma and in a second I feel her hands on my chest. I cannot see her as she is between my legs, I can only see the painting of Mistress Madelaine. Upside down.
She manipulates my penis with, something, her hands i guess and in no time i am hard again. Then she comes round to the head end, still in the shroud, she bends and kisses me on the mouth. i am lost. i love kissing, Deep, sensual, slow, exploratory kissing. i could hold roofs up with my dick now it is so hard.
She breaks off the kiss. I moan in ecstasy, eyes closed. A waft of air and i open my eyes to find she is naked. I now see the studs in her hard nipples for the first time. They are like grommets. Hollow. Metal. Huge. Tiny tits but it matters not. She is tattooed with a giant python around her torso. Head looking at her pussy and body going over her shoulders and round her waist as if she is being squeezed.
More metal hangs from her pussy, the python’s tongue seems to be trying to flick the piercings. She turns and i see her arse. She bends and i see, inverted of course, her glorious backside, buttocks parted by a black plug, nestling against the huge rings impaling her inner and outer lips. The words, ‘Fuck Slut’ are tattooed across the small of her back and a stylised twin ‘ W’ logo nestles at the top of her crack, just by the tail of the python. ‘W’? No, idiot, ‘M’, I am seeing everything upside down. Mistress Madelaine’s initials and ‘M’ is what they refer to her as. Is her name Emma, i really don’t know.
She is presented as a sex toy and that is what she becomes.
47. Endgame
My head is at the perfect height and perfect angle for her to straddle my face and i soon find my mouth covered in warm flesh flanked by cool metal. The rings are huge. Thick gauge, large diameter. Seems like there are dozens of them. My nose is squashed against the flanged base of the plug buried in her butt-hole. i need no telling to get working with my tongue and i quickly remember the ingenious device covering her clitoris preventing me from making direct contact with it.
Remember. She orgasms from pain not pleasure. Doesn’t stop her getting wet though. Face and lips are soaking now. The more excited she becomes the more she grinds down on my face flattening my nose. Hard to breathe. Head getting forced ever further back. i don’t care, her pussy smells fragrant. Remember it was anything but last time. So horny i feel like i might cum without even being touched.
Whack!
Fuck! I try to say it out loud but there is nowhere for the sound to come out. My cock has just been smacked with something, right on the end. The still-healing PA catches it full on and hurts like abastard. Pillar to pasta in seconds, my stiffy recedes almost immediately as i struggle with the pain while trying to keep focussed on the task at hand…or mouth, actually.
‘Really disappointing how it responds to the crop. It is not a natural pain-slut, that’s for sure.’
Victoria and Madelaine discuss my predicament like i am some sort of lab animal.
‘How would you go about re-educating him?’ Funny how Victoria refers to me as a male, Madelaine always objectifies me as if i am sub-human.
‘I know exactly how to proceed, it responds to humiliation, combine it with some corrective actions and it will react differently over time. Association of the pleasant with what it believes to be unpleasant will blur the boundaries between the two and before long they will be one and the same emotion,’
‘We just need to add a little fear, for our benefit though.’
They both laugh, the first term there has been any joviality at all.
Meanwhile i am dying here. My neck is beginning to feel the strain of the un-natural posture and it seems there is no way that i can make her orgasm.
‘You. Bitch. Would you like to continue your task that was so rudely interrupted?’
You are kidding me?. Am I hearing this right? Now the luscious Gabrielle is going to blow me again, but this time by choice?
My head is pushed further down still. Obviously M is finding this horny too.
Never had two women. Performance anxiety too much. Her i am with one babe sat on my face and another about to swallow my cock. No anxiety. No expectation of performance, just pure pleasure, despite the neck beginning to rebel big time.
I feel the head of my penis warm as it is enveloped by…well, i hope, Gabby’s lips. No funny business going on like last time.
For what seems like forever, i am ‘subjected’ to a twin assault. i am told in no uncertain terms that i shall not orgasm until told to do so, the punishment is left unspecified but i do not intend to find out.
Gabrielle slowly works on my penis but she is not intending for me to cum, just keeping me erect and gradually building my excitement. I am in heaven.
‘Mr Curtis, I think you are due further payment. On you go.’
Within a second or two the style of Gabrielle’s ministrations change sharply. She is rocking about and far less subtle, almost as if she is not concentrating any more.
She isn’t.
She is getting fucked.
With no need for further invitation, Curtis has rolled up the tight skirt past Gabrielle’s waist and he has rammed himself, belly deep, in her sopping pussy, knickers pulled to one side. It would be considered forced sexual conduct had not its recipient obviously been loving every minute of it.
Inevitably her mouth slips off my cock as she succumbs to the force of Curtis’ thrusts. My member is left to rub up and down the side of her cheeks and in her hair. i am not complaining.
‘M’. meanwhile, is getting the full view of all of this and it becomes very obvious that it is not just pain that gets her off after all.
‘OHHHHH.’
My face is flooded as she orgasms in her own unique way. Feels like a bucket full of fluid. Runs up my nose, into my mouth, i cough and splutter and struggle to breathe.
‘Now you know what it feels like’ Gabrielle dares to speak but is not punished.
‘Indeed, bitch, that is close to what you felt, I shouldn’t wonder’. Madelaine is close by, no longer seated watching.
‘Perhaps we could further replicate the feeling.’
With that Madelaine hurries round the back of her slave girl. She comes into my inverted field of vision and speaks to her.
‘Move. Bend over.’
M obeys, of course, though she still appears in the throes of her climax.
‘Aggh, Mistress.’ M calls out in a wail.
Madelaine unceremoniously rips the plug out of her arsehole. Then jams it straight down my throat.
She brutally drives it into my gullet and after the third or fourth thrust i heave some snot-like fluid and it too ends up in my nose, further adding to my distress.
i find my head is free to move, the strap must have been removed or maybe it had been gone some time and was just M’s crotch holding my neck back. Not just that, Madelaine is actually holding my neck up now, I am also treated to the view of Gabrielle getting shagged stupid.
‘Now, my little worm, do you see what fun we have here. The pain and suffering is merely a part of it. All kinds of experiences are shared. And you would consider leaving all this behind, forever?’
She almost whispers in my ear. I can barely cope with that either. Her breath excites me. Her smell excites me. Her light touch on my neck excites me.
As Curtis throws back his head and, judging by his face, shoots his load inside Gabrielle, her moaning excites me.
‘What would you give to be inside her next? Imagine how wet she will be, imagine all those times you have desired her at work, all the times you have fantasised about how she would look naked. How she would feel next to you. Whether she would be sluttish or prudish. What sort of noises she would make as you fucked her.’
‘Mistress, please, it is too much….’
‘Would she swallow your seed? Let you cum on her face? Would she let you fuck her in the ass? Who would believe she has gagged on your cock as you jammed it down her throat with those fabulous tits thrust against your thighs…...’
An imperceptible nod from her and Curtis picks Gabrielle up from behind by the thighs, her dress still up round her midriff.
‘…how else would you feel her dripping pussy thrust on your cock other than the fact that you are both here, under my command…..’
Curtis, seemingly effortlessly, lowers our erstwhile unapproachable receptionist onto my dick. She even reaches down to lift it off my belly.
‘….could you dream you would have her desperate to fill herself with you after being fucked by a black stud…..’
‘Mistress, i can’t stop mys…..’
Curtis lowers her further and I feel myself buried to the hilt in her pussy.
‘Will you leave here tonight giving all this up…’
‘No Mistress, i….’
‘…or will you give yourself up to experiences you never dreamed of?’
‘Yes, Mistress. Please, Mistress. Anything..’
‘Good, then give yourself up and cum in her now’
‘FUUUUUUUUUCK’ i roar like a beast.
The French refer to it as ‘Le Petit Mort’. The Little Death.
There was nothing little about it and i think i truly died. And went to heaven.
Spasm after spasm racks my body, my stomach muscles tense and relax as if i am hooked up to a Slender-tone machine. i shoot what feels like a lifetime’s worth of seed into her.
Curtis lifts her off me as easily as he lifted her on. Deposits her on a chair, legs spread wide, head back, eyes firmly closed. Slave M is between her thighs lapping up our combined juices like she is eating a five star lunch, She is truly a slut.
‘So you are ready to graduate from being a worm? Is this what you expected when you first entered my door those few days ago?’
‘Your Dream Date with a Dominatrix?
‘Yes, Mistress.’
i am still in the aftermath of my uber-gasm.
‘Then you give yourself over to me as what? My toy? Or my live in slave-boy?’
‘Mistress, i cannot live with you permanently, i have a wife..a job…’
‘Very well. My toy then. So be it’
She then slaps my face so hard, I think she’s broken my jaw.
‘Never , ever, say Yes Mistress to me again.’
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