Rendezvous With The Bitch - Chapter Three
by kinkabella (c)2005
[FM/F; D/s; bondage; humiliation; blackmail]
Synopsis: This story is part of an assignment written for a Taskmaster from the
BDSM Library Academy. The instructions set for this assignment were to write a
fantasy story about a sexual rendezvous with a real life person who I despise.
The Bitch is just such a person and in this follows my attempt to confront her
over an affair I believed she was having with my husband. It backfires and a
series of subtle blackmail scenarios ensue before I am ultimately humiliated and
enslaved by her.
"Well, this is going to be cozy," The Bitch grinned at me.
I could feel her friend's cock softening in my wet pussy - the walls of my
vagina twitch with involuntarily spasms and ultimately expel his cock. A large
blob of jism that he'd deposited in me immediately followed and trickled into
the crack of my butt. The saltiness of it mildly stung my ass, which was still
packed with the softly buzzing vibrator.
"Let's get her on her knees," The Bitch said.
She grabbed hold of the rope around my ankles and pulled while her friend
struggled a little beneath me and then lifted me onto the floor. The Bitch
kneeled close behind me and whispered in my ear.
"Play with my cunt, slut," she said.
I was repulsed by the idea of touching her. The man stood right in front of me
and waved his flaccid cock under my nose. The scent of my own juices and his cum
had the effect of smelling salts, and I crinkled my nose at the smell. I
reluctantly accepted his cock in my mouth and, aside from the new flavors of
myself now mixed with the prodigious residue of his cum, it was a taste that
already was becoming familiar - sickening, but familiar.
"Hurry up! Get those fingers busy!" The Bitch hissed in my ear.
I immediately started to feel blindly for The Bitch's pussy while I bobbed my
head on her friends cock. His cock in its semi-soft state felt heavier in my
mouth than when it had been fully erect and I was able to take its entire length
into my mouth, right down until his crinkly pubic hairs tickled my nose.
"Come on, slut. You want to please me, don't you?"
The Bitch's voice was hot against my shoulder. I shivered and tried to look back
at her without releasing the cock in my mouth.
"Don't you?"
I nodded.
Her pussy felt so different to my own. The entire area was cleanly shaven and
her skin was soft and smooth. The inner labia were completely unfurled and
distended and seemed to hang down, large and loose. Wetness quickly covered my
fingers as I explored the area.
I closed my eyes and moaned softly at the touch of The Bitch's embrace. She
wrapped her arms completely around me and cupped my breasts in her hands so she
could play with my nipples.
"Do you like being my slave? My fuck toy?" The Bitch purred in my ear.
I nodded slowly and made a little 'uh-huh' noise.
"Here! Don't move your fingers from here!"
The Bitch suddenly grabbed one of my hands and positioned my fingertips so they
were directly on her swollen clitoris.
"Rub! Rub hard, in circles!"
I could feel The Bitch now grinding her pubic mound against the inside of my
wrist as I followed her instructions.
The cock in my mouth showed no signs of swelling any more than it already was,
but I continued to suck it anyway. I felt a strange and perverse satisfaction to
have it in my mouth - like a pacifier that made me feel comfortable and not
think about how much I was arousing The Bitch with my fingers.
"Make me cum! Ooh! Make me cum, slut!"
The Bitch's voice was now shrill and her breathless words were fired with a
staccato rhythm from her mouth. Her fingers gripped my tender nipples really
hard and she twisted and pulled them painfully.
I whimpered around the cock as my nipples were stretched. She pinched so hard, I
almost screamed. My distress clearly aroused The Bitch, who was by now
simulating a fucking motion behind me.
"Yes! Fuck, yes!" The Bitch finally grunted.
The moisture on my fingers instantly became a flood of warm, slipperiness. It
seemed to fill my cupped hand. The Bitch's body went still for a moment and I
could feel her resting her forehead on my shoulder as she recaptured her breath.
"It's going to be a fun night!" The Bitch finally declared as she rose to her
feet again.
She left me on my knees sucking her friend and disappeared back down the hallway
in the direction of her bedroom. When she returned, she had a bundle of things
that she dropped onto the coffee table.
"Don't stop on account of me," The Bitch grinned.
I resumed bobbing my head and tenderly sucking the man's cock. It still didn't
seem to be responding, although he wasn't complaining and even seemed to be
quietly enjoying what I was doing.
"Since you are now my slave, you won't be needing these anymore," The Bitch
said.
I panicked when I felt The Bitch grab my fingers. She held them tight with one
hand and used the other to tease off my engagement ring and wedding band.
"No!" I said, forgetting about the cock and turning my head around to make sure
The Bitch could see how desperate I was not to lose my rings.
She just laughed and, once she had them off my finger, she tried slipping them
onto her own finger. I felt a momentary victory over her when I saw her having
trouble getting my wedding band into her fourth finger and she had to give up,
instead forcing both rings onto her left hand's fifth finger.
"Now that you're my slave, you can wear this," The Bitch said.
I watched as she picked up a thick, stainless steel collar that she then
attached around my neck. The steel was cold and the fit was snug, although it
wasn't so tight it restricted my breathing at all. Once locked in place, she
turned her attention to a number of broad leather cuffs.
"Keep sucking!" The Bitch said.
I reluctantly took the cock into my mouth again and resumed sucking. While I did
this, The Bitch untied my ankles and replaced the rope with two of the leather
cuffs. They felt tight and comfortable. My wrists were also released from the
handcuffs and then cuffed. It was a relief to have some freedom of movement
again, and I shrugged and relaxed my tense shoulders until they stopped aching
as much.
"One more thing," The Bitch said.
My hands immediately rushed to the defense of my ass when she grabbed the base
of the vibrator and unexpectedly pulled it out.
My stretched and sore sphincter muscles had become relaxed around the shaft of
the vibe and the sudden emptiness and burning sensations as it was removed left
my ass throbbing in the same quick tempo of my heartbeat.
"Oh no, please no!" I gasped when I saw The Bitch intended to replace the
vibrator with an obscenely shaped black butt plug.
"Just relax and be a good slave," The Bitch laughed.
My whole body shook with spasms of dread. The tip of the plug was cold against
my hot and throbbing anus. As she pushed, I felt my sphincter stretching again -
its resistance feeble after having been conditioned to accept anything up to the
thickness of the vibe that had just been removed. My butt cheeks spread wider
and wider as the tapered shaft of the plug was forced into my ass. I moaned
loudly and hugged the hairy legs of the man standing in front of me.
"Relax," The Bitch said again.
"I can't!"
"Yes you can. Keep sucking that cock and just relax," The Bitch said softly.
"Stop fighting it."
"I can't!" I wailed again.
"OK," The Bitch said.
She stopped pushing the plug and withdrew it again.
"Keep sucking," The Bitch said casually.
I cautiously resumed sucking but tried to continue watching what The Bitch was
doing behind me. She appeared to have put the plug aside and was now picking
through the diminishing pile of things she had on the table.
The Bitch wrapped leather cuffs around my upper arms and secured them firmly in
place. After this, she held my elbows and told me to raise my hands so her
friend could clip my two wrists cuffs together. He did this and then held my
hands together just under my breasts. I was puzzled by what was going on, and
even more than a little apprehensive, but I remained silent.
A short, medium-sized chain with clips on each end was attached by the Bitch to
one of the cuffs around my upper arms. Once secured, I felt her roughly pulling
back on my arms and the cold chain go taut across my shoulder blades as my upper
arms with secured in place. The position effectively locked my arms in place and
totally immobilized them, leaving just my hands free to wriggle under my
breasts.
"Good!" The Bitch said to herself as she checked everything.
I followed her hands with my eyes and watched as she picked up something that
looked like a very short, squat penis made of black rubber. For a moment, I
thought The Bitch was going to stick it in my ass, but it trailed a number of
thin leather straps that, I discovered to my horror, went around my head and
were used to hold the fat plug in my mouth.
The sickly taste of rubber filled my mouth and burned the back of my throat when
I was forced to swallow the saliva that instantly formed in my mouth around the
gag. I struggled frantically to resist, but it was way too late and without the
use of my hands, it was impossible to defend myself. Once gagged, I felt
completely vulnerable and terrified.
The Bitch grabbed hold of the chain connecting my upper arms and used it like a
handle to lift me to my feet. I bit down hard on the gag and struggled to rise
and eventually managed to stand.
"Wait here," The Bitch said.
I was left standing in the middle of the lounge room, gagged and restrained,
while The Bitch disappeared down the hall and into the second bedroom. Her
friend slumped casually back down on the sofa and reached for the television
remote. The rise in volume drew my attention to the large screen across the
room.
When I arrived earlier in the evening, I had thought there was a porn film
playing, though I hadn't taken a lot of notice. Now, with my full attention on
the screen, I still had the feeling it was some kind of porn film - a kinky porn
film, judging by the sight of large wooden stocks and a variety of other
furnishing that clearly belonged in a dungeon - but the image appeared to be
static and there was no sign of any people in the dungeon. With the volume up
like it was, I could hear some music but there was a lot of distant background
noise. It wasn't anything specific, just a kind of a hissing noise.
The image fixed on the screen mesmerized me. I stood staring at it for a long
while, searching for signs of people or anything that could give me a clue as to
what I was looking at. The Bitch's return interrupted my thoughts.
She was now dressed in a tight-fitting leather mini-skirt and leather
halter-top. The skirt barely covered her ass, which was clearly still bare, and
the tops of her black fishnet stockings stopped just short of the hem of the
skirt. Her boots, glossy with the shine of patent leather, rose above her knee
and the heels added another four inches or more to her height, making her now
taller than me.
"Let's go!" The Bitch said.
She slapped me on my ass and pushed me in the direction of the dining room. Her
friend followed and we passed through the dining room and then through a long,
galley-styled modern kitchen and finally exited out a back door.
A sensor-activated light suddenly illuminated the entire back yard, making me
acutely aware of the close proximity of the neighboring houses and the absence
of any real privacy. I looked around nervously and had no idea what was going to
happen. The Bitch appeared to be completely unconcerned that any of her
neighbors might see me.
A large brick garage with a flat room took up most of the space in the back
corner of the yard. It had spaces for three cars but two of them were bricked
closed. There was a small red sedan parked in the third, and I thought for a
minute The Bitch was going to drive me somewhere. This alarmed me, but not as
much when the realization came the dungeon I had seen on the television back in
the house was located in the closed section of the garage.
The Bitch pushed me inside and over to a small, cleared space near the far wall
of the dungeon. She had me spread my feet widely so she could attach short
chains that were bolted to the floor to my ankle cuffs. I felt very open and
vulnerable, although she turned her attention away from me and casually gave a
few instructions to her male friend.
"Use the house phone and invite a few people over for a party," she said to him.
"Tell them I'm breaking in a new slave tonight and that they don't need to bring
anything - just their cocks."
My stomach suddenly flipped as a rush of anxiety gripped me inside. The way The
Bitch laughed at her own joke was enough to frighten me, but the prospect she
might torture and humiliate me in front of her friends really pushed me over the
edge. My knees developed a tremble that I couldn't control and I suddenly became
acutely aware of a desperate need to pee.
After given her instructions, and after he went off to carry them out, The Bitch
ignored me for a bit longer while she gathered a few things - a small flogger,
something small and shiny, some lube and the big, black plug she had tried to
stick in my ass back inside the house. She also had her cell phone and a
Bluetooth earpiece.
I struggled as she approached.
"You think I should invite your husband as well?" The Bitch asked.
I shook my head frantically and desperately tried to call out 'no' as she placed
the things she had in her hands onto a small table near me. She then turned her
attention to her phone and appeared to be searching for a number - my husband's
phone number.
The Bitch flicked her fringe out of her eye and grinned at me, as she stood
poised with the phone at her ear and waiting for somebody to answer. I watched
helplessly as she casually picked up the flogger and swished it softly against
the side of her boot. The greeting she finally made convinced me she had phoned
my husband - a fact she even confirmed when she held her phone briefly close to
my ear so I could hear his voice.
"Not much. Just having a quiet night at home tonight," The Bitch said.
The one-sided conversation I could hear then continued with The Bitch making
small talk with my husband. As she spoke, she walked around me and started
whipping me with her flogger. It had many long, thin, knotted strands of leather
that bit deep into my defenseless skin. I shrieked and screamed and twisted my
body this way and that as I tried to evade the stinging blows. My ass, still
sore from the earlier spanking, was lashed repeatedly before she moved around to
face me.
I could tell by the look in The Bitch's eye she intended to now be really cruel
to me. All the while she continued talking blithely with my husband. The first
lash on my tender breasts hurt enough to recoil with a speed that nearly sent me
flying backwards. I struggled to maintain my balance as a second and then third
vicious blow landed on a soft, tender fleshy part of my breasts. A stray frond
landed squarely on one of my nipples and the pain brought tears to my eyes.
"The noise?" The Bitch asked.
She stopped whipping me for a second.
"Oh, nothing. I'm just punishing one of my sluts because she refused to let me
put a butt plug in her ass. You want to hear her scream?"
My husband must have replied in the affirmative because the Bitch removed her
earpiece and put it on mine. I could hear the open line, but not much else. My
husband would have clearly heard the muffled sound of my desperate pleas as The
Bitch stood back eyed my pussy in such a way that I knew it was her intended
target.
I twisted and squirmed as she raised her arm right back, like a ten pin bowler
about to throw down a strike. When the fronds struck my unprotected pussy, I
might have collapsed onto my ass on the floor, but the widely spread position of
my feet only allowed me to half squat and my pussy was still left completely
open to more savage strikes.
The lights in the room caused a kaleidoscope effect in my tears. The Bitch
whipped my pussy several more times and then stopped. When she stood close, she
reached down with her free hand and softly massaged the burning flesh between my
spread legs.
"You want me to whip you some more, or the plug?" The Bitch laughed. "The whip,
or the plug?"
I couldn't answer except with a nod every time she said 'plug'.
"Good. That's what I like to see. An obedient slave."
My eyes followed The Bitch as she put down her flogger and picked up the large
butt plug. She squeezed a large amount of lubricant onto it and then moved
around to stand behind me. I continued to sob and tremble as she then poked the
nozzle of the lube up into the crack of my butt cheeks and squeezed some more
lube there. I felt even more violated by her this time than I had earlier when
she forced the vibrator into my ass. The plug's shaft, as it slowly worked into
me, flared wider and wider until it reached a point where I thought I would
literally split in two. Even my pelvis bone felt like it was going to break but
then, my anal sphincter muscles rapidly began to tighten and I felt the fullness
of the huge plug rush deeper into me.
I could hardly breathe and my nostrils flared as I struggled to draw air through
them. The Bitch seemed satisfied the plug was now secure and she took back the
Bluetooth earpiece from me and continued to chat with my husband.
"Did you hear all that?" she asked.
The Bitch laughed loudly and looked at me.
"Yes!" she laughed again. "Oh yeah! The slut loves it in the ass. I think she's
going to be fun to have around."
