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Willie’s New Bitch
Part Three
A continuing work of fiction for
Adults only
By
Taskmaster
Taskmaster11@hotmail.com
Kim Turner, beautiful
blonde housewife and mother of two young children slipped back into bed,
careful not to wake her sleeping husband. The sleeping tablet was slowly
beginning to take effect, not before though Kim Turner’s tortured mind recalled
how her ‘master’, having eventually
withdrawn his still rock hard huge penis from her Anus had walked around the
table before placing the wet, shiny purple head before her lips.
Kim recalled her
Master had said nothing, he had no need to. For Kim had simply pulled her bound
body forward as best she could until, despite the knowledge it had just been
removed from her Anus, taking the huge purple head between her lips to worship
the gigantic organ that had provided her with more sexual excitement in the
past couple of hours than she had experienced throughout her married life.
As she had licked and
sucked the enormous giver of pleasure and listened to the orders her Master was
giving her, Kim, although knowing it was all so wrong, so debased, decided she
must re-compartmentalize her life. Her
wonderful husband and lovely children must never know of the degradations she
suffered today, no matter what, even if it meant her ‘Master’ using her at will.
For the utter shame and humiliation that would
surely follow exposure of today’s terrible events would be too much for them to
bear, more even than her own shame at, after all of her married life making
love to a passive husband , she had today been forced to admit her long
suppressed desire to be sexually dominated.
Kim knew her life
would never be the same again; drifting of to sleep Kim slipped a hand over her
hot puffy cunt lips, hoping it would not be too long before once again she was
beaten and degraded, forced to submit to her new ‘owner’ and his magnificent
cock .for Kim’s experiences that day had opened the flood gates to her
subconscious desires and like a drug she wanted more. And wanted it now!
…………………………………………………………..
A week later Willie sat in a dimly lit City Bar, astonished at the sight few
tables away from where he sat at the Bar counter, of James Turner, His bitch’s
husband sitting
Laughing and joking
with a fellow customer.
His demeanor was far
from that of a husband whose wife had only days ago been subjected to viscous beatings
and sexual assaults, far from it indeed, because James Turner was happily sharing a lunchtime drink
with youth much younger than himself, normally an event of no particular
importance after all the youth was probably a work colleague.
What had gained Willies rapt attention was that he could clearly see the younger mans
hand, under the table delving into the trousers of James Turner, via the zipper
James himself had just opened………………………………
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Willie knew he had
broken his bitch.
When finally departing she had been submissive
and totally obedient, no flicker of her previous spirit remained.
So although not too
concerned about repercussions, Willie had though decided it prudent to keep a
low profile for a couple of days, the bitch could wait and worry, but he
himself was not that concerned, after all, Willie had achieved everything and
more that he had set out to achieve that day and if the Police did come calling
he could easily prove the bitch was his willing partner
But Willie had though followed her husband to
the station for a couple of mornings and soon realized his bitch was obeying
his demand that she would not tell a soul about his visit and It had been on
the second morning of following James Turner the idea had come to Willie.
Sure he could control
his bitch, there would be no problem there, and after all, the bitch had
discovered she loved it, loved the beatings and forceful violent sex. The
harder the better it seemed by multiple orgasms she produced.
And Willie, having something of a lingerie
fetish was pretty certain she would be obeying his declaration she would from
now wear only black or scarlet red lingerie and
to wear a bra only when her husband was with her.
She was to start that
very afternoon and collect her kids from school wearing only the lingerie
Willie had left her with, e.g., just her black garter belt and stockings on
that hot sunny day!
Recalling that as he
studied James from the Van, Willie realized he could well be a big problem for
him for Willie had no intention of simply visiting, beating and then fucking
his bitch whilst her husband was at work.
Far from it, Willie fully intended to openly
display the beautiful Slave Bitch Kim, where and whenever he desired and to do
this would mean the bitch leaving her house
made up like a whore, dressed to thrill and spending whole nights away
from her husband and kids, a sudden change of lifestyle not easy to explain to
her husband!.
James, Willie realized, was a good six inches
shorter than himself and at least 50 pounds lighter, he knew that with his own
propensity toward gratuitous violence he could easily subdue James Turner even
if he were a martial arts man.
‘So why not make him
my slave as well and enslave the fucking pair of them?’ thought Willie.
Although having no Gay
tendencies the idea of stripping, beating, gagging and tying up her husband
before his bitches eyes suddenly became very stimulating to Willie. Not only
would it further humiliate his bitch but more importantly give him total
control over both husband and wife. One thing only clouded Willies thoughts,
why was his cock twitching to the idea of beating and gagging a naked man? Only
if James Turner, even after suffering a beating turned out to be braver than
Willie thought would there be a problem.
So Willie, having
taken a couple of weeks sick leave, decided he would follow James into the city
one morning if for no other reason to identify, as he had with his bitch, his
movements and lifestyle, first to the
plush modern offices where once inside James had been treated with some
deference by the doorman and reception staff. Willie, well dressed in suit and
tie for the occasion had discreetly followed James far enough to realize he
held a position of some authority before it became imprudent to further follow
the unsuspecting husband of his Slave Bitch.
Waiting outside the
building at lunchtime Willies patience was rewarded when James, exiting the
office block strolled away in a haphazard fashion seemingly without purpose
until, almost before Willie noticed, hurriedly walking down the steps of the
cellar Bar in a quiet backstreet.
It was there, in what Willie realized was a
‘gay bar’ he found the reason his Bitch Kim had been literally gagging to be
fucked as brutally as Willie had fucked her. Her loving husband was a closet
queen!
Willie could not
believe his luck; everything was falling in place, right into his hands!
What he witnessed was
obviously no one off lunchtime liaison for Willie, after carefully following
the pair to an even quieter, dimmer recess of the gay bar spotted them
indulging in a passionate mouth on mouth kissing session before James, dropping
to his knees before the younger man, was soon working his lips and mouth around
the youths hardened penis whilst having his hair ruffled by his partner.
Willie became aware he
was not alone in watching this scenario, a Barman and another customer sitting
in the darkness behind him and unaware of Willies real purpose in the Bar waved
for him to join them, thinking him to be another Gay customer wishing to view
the action.
Even though he had no
gay inclinations Willie still found himself a little aroused by the Scenario before
him for the younger mans pants were by
now around his ankles, he himself
sitting in a large leather swivel chair holding him by the head whilst
James’s head bobbed up and down his erect yet rather smallish penis.
Eventually, unable to
hold out any longer, the younger mans body suddenly stiffened and groaning he
began filling James mouth with his semen. For his part James gulped, greedily
swallowing every drop of the younger mans offering before cleaning the purple
head with his tongue.
‘Thank you Sir’ Willie
heard James say to the younger man then looked on in astonishment as he twice
slapped James across the face.
‘So you should be you
useless old queen, but you get no more of my juices until I get that pay rise
you promised, until then forget it bitch and don’t even dream of having my cock
in your Ass!’
‘Yes Sir, I shall see
to it as soon as we get back to the office, I suppose I deserve to be punished
for my neglect Sir’ replied James.
‘You’ll get your
punishment bitch, ten strokes of the cane, but first you fix my pay rise!’
Willie had been barley
able to contain his delight,
‘Just how lucky can a
guy get?, first the bitch I choose turns out to be gagging for it, a raving
masochist and now I find her husband is just the same, expect he’s an old
queen!, well the old queen is going to get a hell of a lot more than ten
strokes of the cane before I’m finish with him!’
………………………………………………………
At the same time James
beautiful blonde wife Kim was having her regular midweek lunch at her mother’s
house on the other side of town from her own.
Looking at her it was
not hard to see just from where Kim had got her natural beauty for her widowed
mother Susan, even at 50 retained all of her own natural beauty, just as with
her daughter Susan’s hair was long and blonde, her eyes blue and her figure
only a little fuller than that of Kim, kept that way by regular trips to the
local swimming pool.
‘What the matter
darling, you seem miles away today’ Carol asked of the daughter she loved so
much whilst Kim absently stirred her coffee.
‘Is everything ok at
home, the kids? James?
Kim looked up to her
mother, smiling wanly. Yet again her mind had drifted back to the previous
week, to visions of the huge penis that now so easily controlled her emotions.
Why she had had not
yet heard from him, her Master, she had complied with all his demands, even
down to the lingerie she was to wear, or not to wear, as with today with only a
tiny scarlet red thong below her light summer dress.
A thousand times Kim
had asked herself why. Why she felt this all consuming desire to be psychically
and sexually dominated. It was becoming like a drug to her, the longer she had
to wait the she needed it. For the past week her cunt had been on fire, hot to
the touch, her pussy lips puffy and throbbing. It was not Willie as such Kim so
desired, she could barley recall his features although she remembered him being
not unattractive.
No it was her Master,
her owner, his physic and domination Kim so needed, His power over her, his
capacity to subjugate her, his sheer wonderful brutality.
Somehow it was the
most natural feeling in the world to be subjected to such awesome punishment, a
wonderful all consuming price well worth paying before his enormous penis
crammed and sealed her every orifice with its awesome power.
‘Of course Mother, really
you worry about me to much, just thinking about the kids school holidays, James
is driving them both to their summer camp on Sunday and staying overnight with
his own mother, I shall miss both him and the kids of course.’
Susan wondered if this
were true, was her daughter really that happy with James? Sure he had given her
two adorable children but Susan’s intuition had always told her something about
James was not quite right. For one thing he had never even looked at her as
anything other than his mother in law; certainly she had never seen him admiring
her body, not even when Susan had deliberately walked in on James wearing only
her black bra and thong. Susan knew she
still had tits to die for, better even than her daughters who herself she
noted, appeared not to be wearing a bra. Her legs were not bad either, so why
had her son in law not even given her a second glance?
No, something was not
right with her daughter but could not be too bad for Susan had rarely seen such
a glitter to Kim’s eyes and her whole demeanor radiated elation.
Had her daughter taken
a lover? Well, if so good for her. With all the attention James gave her of
late it would come as no surprise to Susan who not for the first time wondered
if her son in law had homosexual tendencies.
‘Poor Baby, I’ll come
round after six on Saturday before I go and visit my friend Sarah
………………………………………………………………………………………
Having seen more than
enough, Willie had not bothered to follow James home from the city. After their liaison in the Gay Club both men
had parted company at the door and Willie had followed the younger man back to
the office block of James.
Willie had all he
needed and decided to make his way back to the suburbs, all that was now
required was a plan of action for the subjugation of James Turner, Willie had
no regard for blackmail and was proud that so far he had not needed to use it
via the DVD film and photos as a hold over his slave bitch. Indeed it would
have led only to a serious lack of respect from his bitch, better by far the
respect to be gained through sheer brutality and fear.
James though may need
to be reminded of his lunchtime dalliances, but only after being first
subjected to Willies special sexually humiliating brand of male on male
violence.
In the event Willie
decided great fun could be had by keeping husband and wife as ‘separate’ slave
for the time being. He needed entry the following week to the very special very
exclusive domination club and easier by far would be having James agree to
allow him to take his wife out for ‘a drink and chat’ without of course James
being aware his Wife had already been enslaved by Willie. The finer details he
could fill in later.
………………………………
Friday, late
afternoon, golf afternoon, and James, his game not that bad today meant a drink
in the bar, he had a long day on the Saturday, driving the kids to camp and
knew Kim wouldn’t mind him being a little late.
Later, placing his clubs into the rear of his
SUV James neither heard nor saw Willie behind him in the deserted car park and
the thick rubber piping crashed down upon the back of his neck with crunching
finality.
An hour and a sniff of smelling salts and
James slowly came round to find he was lying naked on the rough floor of some
outbuilding. Looking around whilst Rubbing his sore neck, wondering where his
clothes were and just who had removed them, his eyes finally came to rest upon
the large smiling figure of Willie lounging against the rough timber door.
James first reaction
was to cover his genitals with both hands
‘What the hell is
going on here’ he demanded of Willie after struggling to a standing position
‘Who are you? Where
are my clothes? Why have you done this to me? You can’t keep me here like this’
‘You can leave anytime
you wish Jimmy boy; your clothes are outside, all you gotta do is push me out
of the way then walk through the door
I’m leaning on and put them back on’ replied Willie who in fact had taken James
in his SUV no further than a disused club outhouse.
Still reeling from the
blow on his head and wondering why his tormentor was calling him ‘Jimmy’, the
confused bewildered James tried to focus his attention on the large muscular
figure in the doorway. Leaving aside all of his questions still needing an answer, James realized that even fully fit he
would probably be no match for the figure in the doorway, but his Nakedness left him feeling vulnerable and
embarrassed, just as Willie had known it would. How could a naked frightened
man overpower someone so obviously relishing the opportunity to humiliate him?
‘Look Buddy, just step
aside will you’ He rather lamely told Willie who himself simply smiled back at
him shaking his head.
‘You gotta beat me
first jimmy boy’
James knew what he had
to do, moving faster than he had ever before he rushed at Willie, head down,
hoping to butt him in the soar plexus.
But before he even got
near Willie a sharp pain exploded in his head. Willies lightening fast reaction
sent a crushing full fisted punch to the side of James head to leave him naked
and sprawling flat out on hard stone floor. Looking up at his tormentor now
standing over him, James was horrified to see Willie, standing between his
outspread legs, holding a riding crop, the same crop, known to James of course,
Willie had used to beat and subjugate own wife. Now Willie thought it a neat
idea to use the very same crop on his bitches’ husband.
‘Hey Jimmy, not much
of a dick you got there’ teased Willie flicking at James small limp penis with
the crop, causing James to cover his genitals with both hands only to find
Willie bring the crop down upon one of his nipples.
James, screaming in
genuine pain complied fearfully when Willie told him to place his hands
together behind his neck
‘You’re gonna do
exactly as I tell you Jimmy boy or your little pecker here is gonna be useless
in future’ said Willie once again flicking James dick with the crop.
‘Understand me?’
James, visibly
trembling, nodded his head, if only he knew what this monster wanted from him
but he dared not ask. It couldn’t be cash, after all the guy would be long gone
by now.
And call me Sir, you
got that?’
‘Yes Sir’ said James,
who wasn’t going to argue with whatever the guy told him
‘You married Jimmy?’
asked Willie who then watched James fearfully nod in affirmation. ‘Yes Sir’
‘Kids?’ how many? ‘Two, look, please, let me go, I’ve gotta
take them to summer camp tomorrow Sir, it’s a long overnight drive’
So suddenly life
became a lot easier for Willie, tomorrow night the bitch was alone, well,
that’s what she and her faggot husband may think!
‘I’ll let you go when
I’m good and ready Jimmy boy, now turn over and get on your hands and knees’
‘Oh God, the guys
going to fuck me’ thought James hoping Willie had a condom with him as Willie
forced his hands behind his back and secured them together with the cuffs used
on his wife, giving James no option but to place his chin on the floor to hold
himself in his kneeling position, his Ass high and vulnerable.
Just how wrong James
assumption about Willie raping him was soon became clear as Willie began
whipping James’s Ass with the riding crop.
‘Listen you fucking
faggot, I know all about you and the young boy in your office, now keep still
or you’re getting much worse than this!’
Willie told the amazed
and shocked and pained James trying to squirm away from the vicious punishment.
‘Now count each
fucking stroke Jimmy boy and call me Sir each time’
For a good ten minutes
Willie subjected James to the very same punishment inflicted upon his wife a
couple of weeks previously. Whipping his Ass, back, thighs and legs in turn
whilst happily hearing James count each stroke
‘49 Sir’
‘50 Sir and so on whilst all the time Willie
kept up a tirade of verbal abuse.
‘You want me to tell
your wife and kids what a faggot you are Jimmy?’
No Sir, please Sir,
don’t do that, I’ll do anything you tell me but don’t do that!’
Music to willies ears
of course but by now Willie was fighting emotions of his own.
Never before had he
done this to another Male but Willie could now see James was obviously getting
excited by this punishment, was the guy’s dick now quite visibly erect.
Willie, his own dick stirring, was fighting
the temptation of having the naked James suck him off, for such was his power
over his bitches husband he knew James would not hesitate to carry out Willies
instruction.
Willie though,
deciding he wanted James’s wife far more than him finally told James
‘You faggot Jimmy,
your dicks hard, you loving it, tell me you love it Jimmy’
‘Yes Sir, oh God, I
love it, please Sir, let me play with myself’
Willie, knowing he now
he absolute control over his bitches husband reached down to remove the
handcuffs from the trembling James then grabbed a handful of his hair, forcing
James head round toward his face.
‘Okay faggot, turn
over and play with yourself, before you do though, you’d better remember this,
I now own you , you do anything and everything I say, without fail, your my
slave faggot, one word or deed out of place and I beat the shit out of you, you
got that Jimmy’. For good measure Willie, still gripping his hair, landed four
fearful open palmed spanks upon each of James’s exposed buttocks to further
undermine and humiliate his Bitches husband.
‘Oh god, yes sir I’m
your Slave faggot’ replied James who in truth really had enjoyed being whipped
so viscously before turning over onto his back then playing with his small
erect penis before the DVD cam that had captured the entire episode.
‘Now kiss this fucking
whip and tell me what you are Jimmy boy’
“Your Slave faggot
Sir, I’m your Slave faggot, I’ll do anything you tell me!’
Eventually released
after ‘Sir’ had watched him bring himself off, a painful frightened James drove
home, still no wiser as to why he had been kidnapped by him, perhaps the guy
just got off on inflicting pain, whatever the truth though, James knew he would
keep his mouth shut and do whatever ‘Sir’ told him to.
Not only did the guy scare the shit out of him
but James was terrified his lunchtime assignations would get back to Kim, and
James, although no longer sexually aroused by his beautiful wife was terrified
of losing his Job, his family and his position in the community, but to James
although he knew it was wrong and stupid, his obsession was like a drug but his
lovely wonderful wife and mother of his kids was just too naïve to understand
his craving to be dominated and used by young men.
James who could no more discuss this problem
with Kim any more than admit to her his long held erection inducing fantasy of
Kim being stripped, beaten and then brutally anal raped by a violent man such as ‘Sir’. Was of
course totally unaware ‘Sir,’ driving in the opposite direction, was already
making plans to do just that, and more to his beautiful wife.
…………………………………………………
The following day at Eight
in the evening, an hour after taking the call from James telling her the kids
were safely at summer camp and he himself at his mothers for the night, Kim, after
seeing her mother out of the house and relaxing in a hot bath, thought again of
how strange and quiet James had been since getting home late from his golf the
previous evening.
Suddenly though she was astonished to see the
bathroom door opened.
Standing there smiling,
looking down at the naked blonde housewife stood the man who had never been out
of her thoughts since he had so recently
humiliated , beaten and raped her.
‘Oh my God, how did
you get in here’ the shocked Kim asked of Willie.
‘Never mind how I got
in here bitch; get your lazy fucking ass outer here’
Was all Willie said before gripping Kim’s wet
hair before hauling her dripping naked body from the bathtub and dragging her
upon her bottom across the tiled floor into her bedroom, there to throw the
terrified blonde beauty sprawling across the thick white carpet.
‘Now greet your owner
properly bitch, get up on your knees’
Shock panic and confusion
fought for supremacy in her terrified mind as, water dripping from her body,
Kim found herself obediently struggling to raise herself onto her knees and
place interlocked hands upon her head.
How did Willie get in the house? How did he
know she was alone?
Now you can kiss what
I know you been missing since I was last here bitch, but first you gotta beg
your owner for it!’
And although Kim had
indeed missed her Masters massive throbbing cock, whilst almost instinctively
obeying Willie by begging he allow her to kiss his beautiful cock, she dared
not admit this to him wanting to at least retain a little dignity.
Even though he had
studied the DVD and pics of his Slave bitch all week, Willie was still pleased
to find he found Kim Turner, even with dripping wet hair and body, to be as
beautiful as he had thought when he first set eyes on her
Soon Willies pants and
jockeys lay in a pool upon the Carpet and Kim once again held that wondrous
throbbing cock in both hands and, much to Willies pleasure, with unthinking
obedience soon. Began licking and sucking on her Master’s giant organ, bobbing
her head up and down with a passion and undisguised ecstasy, at last she had
this wonderful giver of pleasure in her hands once more and it felt so good!.
‘
‘
Willie knew that with
her husband now under his control he now effectively owned both husband and
wife. ‘Jeez’ thought Willie, ‘if the older look alike I’ve just seen leaving the bitches house turns out
to be her Mother then I could even take
her as well, I’ll get her address and check that bitch out sometime’
With both ‘Jimmy’ and
her kids away, Willie, knowing his bitch was alone for the night had
decided now was the best time to
introduce his bitch to the ‘special club’.
Sure this was only the
second time the bitch had met her new owner, but as the club met only one
Saturday each month Willie decided tonight would have to be the night. She may
not know it yet but tonight the beautiful and refined Mrs. Kim Turner was about
to discover just how far down the road to depravity her new owner was willing
to take her’ thought Willie.
It didn’t take long
for Willie had been saving himself for his bitch since his first visit and five
minutes later he was pumping hot spurting strands of his semen down Kim’s
receptive throat, so much so that, unable to swallow it all, the overflow soon
began leaking from her mouth and over her chin to fall in droplets upon her
naked breasts.
Kim who been amazed to
find herself also achieving orgasm by simply enjoying her Masters cock in her
mouth swallowed every drop of the viscous liquid, even poking out her tongue to
catch the droplets from her chin before eventually cleaning the still erect and
bulbous purple head whilst staring up in awe toward her ‘owner’, forgotten was
the humiliation and pain of being dragged from her bath by the hair into her
bedroom, forgotten also the strange sense of disappointment at not being
dressed properly to greet her Master. All that mattered was his colossal penis
still throbbing in her mouth.
“Okay Bitch, enough of
that’ said Willie pulling himself away from his bitches mouth and striding
across to the bed. To collect a small case.
‘Back into the
Bathroom Bitch, get your make on like you did last time and dress yourself with
the stuff in the case, you’ve got fifteen minutes or I drag
you out and beat the shit out of you!’
On her hands and
knees, just as she knew she should, Kim crawled across toward the bathroom,
between her teeth the small case Willie had placed there before eventually, in
the semi privacy of the bathroom opening the case to discover its contents
consisted, not just of a set of the sheerest sexiest Red lingerie Kim had ever
seen complete with quarter cup bra and all in her size, but also a scarlet red
mini dress that would certainly leave little of nothing to ones imagination as
to what lay beneath plus a pair of the highest heeled black shoes she had ever
worn.
‘Well’ smiled Kim. ‘My
Master appears to want to enjoy his bitch all dressed up, well, why not, if I’m to be beaten and fucked again in my
own bedroom at least I shall look good for him’ she giggled, not even thinking
of her husband.
Fifteen minutes later
Willie’s Bitch emerged on hands and knees from the bathroom looking more
beautiful and devastating than she had ever thought possible. Even Willie’s
heart skipped a beat after telling his bitch to stand, hands on head whilst he
inspected her. Her face was made up just as he wanted her, like a high class
whore with plenty of deep red lipstick.
‘Collar and Lead
Bitch, fetch them’ Willie eventually told Kim after studying the vision of pure
mature beauty before him dressed to thrill anyone in the short red dress with
its matching lingerie and black seamed stockings that fitted the bitch
perfectly.
Its hem halfway her thighs,smooth and clingy
over her great ass., slightly clinched around the waist and showing off her
great tits with the bitches big nipples well on display thanks to the quarter
cup bra. “jeez’ thought Willie, this bitch could have been a top model and made
a pile of dough, still, she may not know it yet but she’s going to still make a
pile of dough……but all for him!
The whole outfit, the
sizes of which Willie had ascertained before leaving the previous week, had
cost him an arm and leg but he would get that back from his new slave
Jimmy………and of course there was the money his bitch would earn him tonight!
Minutes later Kim
stood before her ‘Owner’ collar and lead fitted and feeling sexier than ever
before, the matching red ball gag she was not so happy about, it smudged her
makeup, nor was she enamored with the cold steel handcuffs securing her wrists
behind her back, but the wonderful throbbing between her legs and the
anticipation of the beatings to come and the fucking that would follow made up
for any disquiet.
So when Willie ordered
his bitch downstairs Kim thought nothing of it, after all, she was dressed to
entertain, but then she was being guided through the kitchen door and into the
integral garage where, to Kim’s amazement, Willies little white van sat,
waiting.
To no avail Kim
fearfully shook her head and mumbled protests into the ball gag whilst Willie
half carried, half walked his bitch, stumbling upon the ridiculously high
heeled shoes, toward the waiting Van, eventually to be carried inside and place
upon a special seat Willie had devised where, after being strapped in with her
dress riding high around her stocking clad thighs, Willies bitch looked up at her owner with horrified eyes
when her told her
‘Time you started
earning me some money bitch, were going to a special club tonight where I get
to beat and fuck you in front of an audience!’
Thirty minutes later
Willie stopped the white Van beside a couple of guys guarding the entrance to a
large drive in garage. Turning round to the terrified Blonde beauty in the rear
of his Van, Willie told her.
‘You’d better behave
bitch, do that and I look after you, but any disobedience and I let anyone here
tonight beat and fuck you, you understand me bitch?’
Kim, holding back her
tears, nodded in terrified agreement, a bit of fun at home had been one thing,
but this was another horrifying matter altogether, did her Master really intend
to beat and fuck her before an audience? Oh god, what if someone recognized
her!’
One of the guards was
leaning against the driver’s door.
‘Bitch slave Kim and
owner’ stated Willie.
The guard flicked a
torch over the plainly terrified bound and gagged blonde beauty but then,
merely matching her face with a file in his hand, told Willie.
‘Okay, drive through
that door over there then take your bitch up in the lift to the second floor,
someone will meet you there,’
Then added jeez buddy,
I sure wish I could have some of that bitch in the back though!
Kim, already having
endured a nightmare journey bound and gagged inside the small van where she
could surely, should anyone look in the window, she could be recognized at any
time as she was driven toward an unknown destination, was staggered to hear
this interchange, but as see looked at the guard with pleading eyes and mumbled
protests, the guard told Willie.
‘Yeh, that’s one shit
scared bitch you got there buddy, and she aint even inside yet!’
Willie just laughed on
drove on.
Just as the guard had
stated, Willie and his bitch were met by another man as the lift doors opened
on the second floor after Willie, simply throwing Kim over his shoulder after
getting her out of the parked Van had carried her into the adjacent lift,
where, smoothing down Kim’s rumpled Dress Willie told her.
‘Just remember what I
said bitch, do as you are told and keep your fucking mouth shut, got it?’ The frightened housewife, hoping her owner would also be her protector once
again looked at Willie with pleading eyes but none the less also nodded her
head in agreement.
Willie, good to see
you again’ said a tall well dressed middle aged
man with long graying hair as he stepped from the lift whilst tugging
his bitch be collar in a gesture that meant Kim should follow him.
‘Good to see you too
Mr. err Smith, as you can see I’ve bought my slave, Slave Bitch Kim, along as
promised’ said Willie before, at Mr. Smiths bidding, leading Kim away from the
lift area and following his host into a large lounge area where two other men
stood, both holding a leash connected to their own ‘Slaves’ who where both
kneeling upon the thick carpet. As with Kim both women, each probably in their
early twenties were cuffed and gagged, if either saw Kim they showed no sing of
it as both women had their heads bowed their eyes to the floor.
‘Well, a fine looking
bitch she is Willie’ said Mr. ‘Smith’ eventually, whilst studying the clearly
embarrassed Kim from tip to toe. ‘And certainly well turned out, may I?’
‘Mrs. Smith,’ placing
a finger upon Kim’s nipple began, after Willie had said ‘of course,’ to run his
fingertip around the nipple under Kim’s red satin dress.
‘But as you can see
Willie, she has some competitors for the main prize tonight, so are you a good
Slave for your owner Slave Bitch Kim?’
Kim, unable to believe
what was happening to her wanted to shake her head in protest, wanted the gag
removed so she could tell this man her
‘Master’ had all but kidnapped her to bring her here, that the whole thing was
crazy, she was a loving wife and mother, not a sex object.
But, not only was Kim mindful of her Masters
words, she was also becoming aroused be Mr. Smith’s expert fingering of her
nipples through the dress, Kim nodded in agreement, she was a good slave.
‘Good, have you had
the bitch marked as yours yet Willie’
‘No, to be honest I’ve
only owned her for a couple of weeks Mr. Smith and I’ve still to sort the
husband out on the matter’
This last remark was a lie of course but
Willie didn’t want his bitch to know her husband was now also his slave just
yet, and Willie, his confidence sky high with his subjugation not only his
bitch Kim but now also her husband, thought marking her by tattoo or even
branding may devalue the bitch should he decide to sell her on. Something he
thought may be a good idea after she had made him a good deal of money, perhaps
even as a double with Jimmy to a wealthy dominant couple, something he had
heard was a well established occurrence in the S & M scene.
Then Willie thoughts
were interrupted by Mr. Smith.
‘As you have been told
Willie, the host for the evening gets to test the Bitches before they go on
stage, I’ve already tested these two earlier Willie, now I’m ready to go again so, lets see just how obedient your bitch
really is Willie, on your knees please my dear’
Already shocked by the
words ‘stage’ ‘and ‘test’, being told to get on her knees hit Kim like a
thunderbolt, oh God, this man was obviously expecting her to suck his cock and,
although he had said nothing, her owners hand was behind her back, pushing down
on her handcuffs in an obvious gesture Kim should immediately comply to Mr.
Smiths demand.
For Willie this was
the first of the nights ‘tests’ for his bitch.
Although this ‘Domination’ club was a lesser
venue than the exclusive invitation only club that could net him big money,
tonight’s venture would provide valuable experience and training for his bitch
before ‘the big one where his bitch could earn Willie real money
And, if she were to
prove as obedient as Willie hoped, she could well earn him a useful couple of
grand in prize money plus whatever was
donated in the ‘lottery’ the drawing of lots, the winner of which allowed his own impromptu stage show with the
Winning owners bitch.
Kim new full well she
had no choice in the matter, to disobey her owner would probably invite a very severe beating, probably a public one,
the like of which she had no desire to experience and so, with some difficulty,
given her hands were cuffed behind her back and the height of her heel, Kim
sank to her knees before Mr. Smith, whose cock, when produced, was not that far
short of matching her owners in size and Kim found herself wondering why she
had allowed herself to be satisfied with her husbands much smaller cock for so
many years, despite him being such a loving husband.
Perhaps it was her
fear of her owner, perhaps fear of Mr. Smith, perhaps, if Kim were to admit it,
the adrenalin rush from earlier, in the Van when to her astonishment she found
herself growing ever more excited as the evening unfolded, the excited
apprehension at the though she may been seen in her Masters Van, the anxiety of
being kidnapped and transported to an unknown destination, her excitement and
fear of the unknown when hearing the guard talking to her owner.
Perhaps it was a
combination of all things that made Willies Bitch wrap her lips around Mrs.
Smiths erect cock and give him the best blow job possible without the use of
her hands as , with her tongue relentlessly wrapped around its bulbous head Kim
energetically bobbed her head up and down the throbbing meaty shaft.
Certainly Mr. Smith
must have though so, for despite the attentions of the other two Slaves
earlier, Mr. Smith, fingers entwined in Kim’s long blonde hair was soon
groaning in pleasure to her oral ministrations before, minutes later pulling
his huge throbbing cock from between Kim’s lips, holding it a foot away from
the surprised Kim’s mouth., telling her ‘Keep that fucking mouth wide open’
‘Okay bitch, her it
comes’ groaned Mr. Smith as Kim, for the fist time in her life saw juices
erupting from a cock and heading straight toward her open mouth. Willies Bitch
soon felt the hot salty semen coating the inside her mouth and sliding down her
throat before Mr. Smith performed his party trick of jetting strands of semen
all over her face, covering Kim’s mouth, nose, eyes and cheeks with his hot
viscous liquid.
‘That’s the way to
treat a bitch Willie, now take her to the ladies room, get her cleaned up
before she goes into the parade ring for her ‘viewing’, still, Willie, I can
tell you your Bitch has won the first of tonight’s events, she gives great
head, you have a very obedient and well trained bitch here Willie, my
congratulations!’
Her face splattered
with this stranger’s semen and apprehensive at just what humiliations she would
be further subjected to in the ‘Parade Ring’, Kim could only wonder why she
also felt a strange sense of pride at Mr. Smith’s final comment whilst Willie
led her to the ladies room
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End of Part Three
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