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Chapter 31
It takes a while to organise everything but finally a couple of weeks after watching the video I am ready to end this and change all our lives.
Chrissie, when I phone her, is hesitant about me popping over for an evening but when I tell her that it isn’t my intention to check up on how she is looking after you, I just want to show off my new guy, she is reassured that I have moved on and is no longer interested in your fate.
She suggests the following Saturday and although I’m desperate to get this over with earlier than that I have no choice but to agree.
Saturday finally arrives and I wake feeling nervous about this evening. I’ve no idea what is going to happen or how things will pan out. I’ve spent hours going over in my head different scenarios and things I’m going to say, but all it’s done is give me a headache. I realise that all I can do is play it by ear and see what happens when I arrive.
I dress with care; wearing the same black dress and knee high boots that I wore the day you were ‘sold’ at auction. I want you to see me and remember that day and all it meant. Dennis is forced to wear a thick polo neck sweater, even though the weather is mild. It was the only thing I could find that hid his slave collar adequately.
The last thing I want is for Chrissie to realise he is a slave and not my new boyfriend.
While I’m dressing and applying my makeup Dennis showers and gets himself ready. When he’s finished he appears in my bedroom dropping to his knees subserviently just as I finish applying deep red lipstick to my mouth. Ignoring him I check my reflection in the full length mirror. The dark eyes and red lipstick together with the outfit make me look vampish, it is a look that I know you love. It appears that it is a look that Dennis also likes because as I glance at him I notice his erection under his tight jeans. I’m almost tempted to allow him to wank while looking at me, but decide not to as it is a reward that I have often given you in the past when you had particularly pleased me. It used to amuse me to watch you on your knees furiously pumping your cock whilst taking in the sight of me wearing my black basque, stockings and leather stiletto boots. For some reason, especially if I was also wearing long black satin gloves I remember you used to cum really quickly.
It amuses me how men are so easily pleased.
Noticing that I have drifted off into a daydream Dennis coughs to attract my attention. Bringing myself back to the present I pick up my handbag just as the doorbell rings signalling the arrival of the taxi.
‘Well Dennis I hope you are ready for this.
Please do not let me down, or we will both be in a lot of trouble.’
‘Please do not worry Ma’am, everything will be okay.’
‘I hope so. I just hope to God it all goes according to plan.
If it does, then I will do what I can for you Dennis, I promise.’
‘Thank you Ma’am. Having spent a short time with you I can understand just why Roy loves you so much.
But can I say something to you without you getting mad?’
‘Hmm is it something I want to hear?’
Smiling he says ‘probably not but I’m going to say it anyway. I don’t think you will punish me for it…..please don’t buy another slave after this is over, you are just not cut out for this kind of life.
I think you and Roy should move away and make a fresh start somewhere, where no one knows either of you.
Smiling sadly at him I reply ‘one step at a time huh.
Let’s see what happens this evening.’
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‘Shit, shit, shit’ says Chrissie when she puts the phone down after speaking to me.
‘What’s the matter?’ asks Denise as she rolls over in bed yawning.
‘That was Tracey on the phone. She wants to come over with her new guy – to catch up she says. I’m sure she really wants to check how Roy is. Fuck, he’s in a shit state.
Can she report me do you reckon?’
‘Well when’s she coming over?’
‘Not til next Saturday. I managed to put her off
til then.’
‘Well then Chrissie honey, I suggest you let up on torturing the poor guy from now on, and spend the time trying to make him look half decent. Or alternatively you can just keep him out the way while she’s here.
After all she can hardly demand to see him can she?!’
Laughing in delight Chrissie can’t believe she never thought of that herself.
‘Fantastic idea! That will really piss her off. I bet she’ll be dolled up to the nines, hoping that as soon as he sees her he’ll be drooling like a fucking love sick dog. Actually though, thinking about it, if he isn’t here I won’t get to have as much fun winding her up. I don’t suppose she can really complain about how I’m treating him. After all, I am a rape victim aren’t I, and the law knows he’s going to get treated pretty damn harshly by his victim. Yeah, fuck it, she can see him. You
wanna come round again on Saturday and meet her?’
‘Yeah okay’ replies Denise. ‘It might be fun. Hey, we could maybe slip some of that date rape drug stuff in her drink and have some real fun with her!! Oh shit, just remembered I’ve gotta fly out to Holland
first thing Sunday morning to do a bit of business so I can’t stay too late.’
‘Pity’ she says laughing. ‘We could have had a real laugh with her. We could have both fucked her and maybe got Roy to fuck her too, just what she’s probably gagging for, and she wouldn’t remember anything about it. That would be hilarious. Still, now you’ve given me the idea, I might be really sweet to her on Saturday, let her think that everything’s fine with Roy and lull her into a false sense of security. Then maybe next time you can make it we can drug her and do all sorts of shit to her, film it maybe and put it on the internet. That would be a fucking scream. Miss Prim and Proper on Youtube being fucked by a couple of lezzers, for all the world to see. Oh my God that would be so funny. Yeah, I think that would be a good idea. Leave it for the time being so I can get chance to plan it out. It might be an idea to make sure she comes on her own as well,
cos it’ll be a pain in the arse if we have to knock out her boyfriend too.’
Satisfied and pleased with her idea she jumps out of bed. She’s on a high and needs a fuck. Although the sex with Denise is pretty hot, it’s your face she wants to see.
The look of abject misery and defeat on it gives her a more intense orgasm than sex with anyone else.
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Both you and Pat have had an extremely uncomfortable night lying on the cold stone floor with the bare light bulb glaring brightly overhead. Neither of you slept leaving you both feel exhausted and utterly miserable.
Hearing the shed door creak open you’re not sure whether to feel relieved that your torture is about to end or whether you should be fearful at what today might bring.
Chrissie rips off the masking tape none too gently, not caring that either of you moans with pain as the hairs on your arms and legs are ripped off with the tape. She stands arms folded tapping her foot impatiently while she waits for you to both to disentangle yourselves from each other.
A smirk crosses her face at the look of shame on your face as Pat pulls the dildo out of your arse and you involuntarily fart loudly.
Gripping you by the hair she drags you from the shed leaving Pat to follow dejectedly behind with the shit covered dildo bouncing against his own flaccid cock.
Denise is already in the kitchen making herself and Chrissie a cup of tea when you walk through the door. Wrinkling her nose in disgust at the stench Pat and you have brought in with you she demands that you both have a shower. Pat is relieved at the thought of a long hot shower to warm his frozen bones, the relief being very short lived when he finds out the shower allocated for his use is a hosepipe attached to the cold water tap in the garden.
Denise takes great delight in aiming the hose at both of you as you are forced to soap each other’s bodies.
‘Ok boys I think you’re both squeaky clean now. Get inside and get breakfast on, we’re starving.’ Catching the look of annoyance on Chrissie’s face she laughs and says ‘Yeah I know you’re gagging for a shag with your fuck toy but you can spend all day screwing.
I’m starving and I’ve got to get going soon.’
Sighing Chrissie gives in to Denise’s demand for food and sits down at the dining table to drink her cuppa and wait for her breakfast.
While Chrissie and Denise tuck into a full English breakfast you two get porridge made the traditional Scottish way with hot water and salt. Pat finds it much more difficult to force down, Denise although a bitch, doesn’t normally make him eat vile food. For you however, although you find it disgusting, it’s not the most revolting thing you’ve ever been forced to eat.
You’re just grateful to be given something to eat that has at least some nutritional value.
Finishing her meal Denise lets out a satisfied belch. ‘Mmm that was delicious. I sure as hell miss food like that. I generally live off lettuce leaves in the States. The women out there are stick thin and if you’re anything over a size zero they think you’re a fat bitch. It’s been good to let myself go for a few days. Anyway Chris I’ve gotta cut and run, I’ve got a busy day ahead of me. Pat
get your clothes on.’
Pat glad to be leaving this hell hole can’t get dressed fast enough. He hopes he won’t be returning any time soon.
His hopes are dashed as he returns to the kitchen in time to hear his Mistress tell Chrissie that she can’t wait until Saturday.
Heart sinking he tentatively asks what is happening on Saturday. Smirking and watching your face she gleefully replies ‘Chrissie is having a little get together with an old friend on Saturday and we’ve been invited.
What did you say your friend was called Chrissie?’ She knew full well of course who was coming over but she was dying to see the expression on your face when you found out.
Playing along Chrissies says ‘She’s called Tracey and she’s my best friend. I just know you’re going to love her Denise, she is such a lot of fun and I do believe she’s bringing her boyfriend with her. In fact I wouldn’t be surprised if she announces her engagement to him on Saturday. I’ve heard that he’s a real stud and that she absolutely adores him. I think she’s coming round to show him off but hey I’m not jealous. She really deserves a nice guy in her life. It can’t have been easy knowing that your ex-lover is a rapist. I’m so pleased she’s moved on with her life.
It will be great catching up.’
At the mention of my name your ears prick up but you can’t believe the words coming out of Chrissie’s mouth. You just know she’s up to something. She’s being really sweet about me but you know from her venomous outpourings that she really hates me. However, the thought of seeing me again makes you want to break down and cry. Even the knowledge that I will be coming over to the house with a new boyfriend can’t dampen your excitement. You never thought it would ever happen but it seems in a few days time I will be there in Chrissie’s house!
Although you are overjoyed by the news apart from a flicker of hope in your eyes your face remains expressionless,
living through hell has made you a master at hiding your emotions, even if you are not a master of your own destiny. Both women who have been watching your face are disappointed at the lack of reaction from you.
‘Aren’t you pleased slave at the thought of seeing your ex
Mistress?’ asks Chrissie, curious to know how you feel about it.
Not being stupid enough to give her an honest answer you simply reply ‘No Mistress Chrissie, I have no feelings towards seeing her.’
Just as you know she’s lying she also knows that you are lying and she determines to make you suffer later for it, but for now she lets it go.
She wants you to think that she is happy with your answer so that she can make you pay for your lying when you least expect it.
Turning away from you she says her goodbyes to Denise, ignoring Pat standing meekly by her side.
Closing the door behind them Chrissie turns to you with an evil grin. It looks as if today’s mental and physical torture is going to start early for you.
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