Our Conjugal Visit to a Dominatrix

OUR CONJUGAL VISIT TO A DOMINATRIX Part 3

By Long Tall Mary

It had been nearly two hours since my arrival at Claire’s, and Iwas teetering on the verge of emotional collapse. Claire made Mistress Mary seem like a Sunday school teacher.

I was restrained in a high backed wooden chair in Claire’s bedroom; it looked like it might have once been used as the electric chair at Sing Sing. Completely naked, leather straps attached my wrists and elbows to the arms of the chair, along with my ankles to the legs of the chair. This was complemented by two leather belts which encircled my upper body and attached it to the back of the chair. My leather collar was replaced with an equally uncomfortable metallic device.

It was the tightest bondage ever for me; the only consolation was I was not wearing the dreaded gag, at least for now. Claire issued two edicts; first off I would be staying overnight, second that I would become a permanent blond.

Once again it was time for her to play hair stylist as she shaved off what little brown hair that remained. I was then fitted with a short blond wig, this was glued into place. If I tore it off I would be bald, so realistically I had no choice but to wear it indefinitely. Trying to explain to my friends the reason for being transformed into a blond would not be easy.

Claire had announced that I would be forced to participate in a video, which she planned to sell to a bondage web site; this would consist of painful fisting. “The money will help to pay the rent, since you’re not providing any tribute for this session”, she added.

I then begged her to spare me the torture, that I was quite willing to pay a generous tribute. “You were not given permission to speak”, she snappedbefore attaching a clamp to each nipple, then yanking the connecting chain back and forth several times causing me to scream in pain.

Desperately I pleaded, “Mistress the slut requests permission to speak”. “Permission denied”, was her response, a dildo gag was then put in my mouth and strapped in place. It consisted of a four inch long leather cock, attached to a muzzle, which strapped into place over and around the head. “That should keep you quiet, the video will begin in a few minutes”. The leather cock portion had a distinctly unpleasant taste to it.

At that time Claire’s cell rang and after a brief conversation it was apparent that she had received bad news. She walked out of the room, a look of disgust about her, leaving me bound to the chair. I was in a state of high anxiety as I pondered what would happen next.

Claire remained away for nearly fifteen minutes, at which time I heard a vehicle pulling up and a door slam. Two minutes later Mistress Mary, along with Claire, entered the room. “There has been a change of plans you are going back to my house”, announced Mary. With no further explanation I was released from the chair, ordered to put on my sweater coat and booties, and thenput in handcuffs once again.

Mistress Mary led me to her van where I was again ordered to sit on the floor of the front passenger side of the van; Claire would not be accompanying us. As she drove off Mary offered her first explanation as to the change of plans.

“You are my favorite slut and when I heard Claire planned to use you for a fisting video I decided not to permit it, instead you will remain at my house overnight and I have other uses for you in mind, you are still my property and don’t forget that”. I knew better than to inquire as to the specifics.

“Thank you Mistress”, I humbly replied, then added “May I ask what happened to Tramp”. Mistress seemed annoyed over my continuing concern about her, before replying that “Tramp became disrespectful when I was taking her home and was to be released to her husband tonight, however she will be spending an extra night with me and suffer additional punishment”. 

Perversely I was starting to view Mistress in a more benevolent light. Despite her visceral sadism, she exuded kinky sexuality in her demeanor, both in appearance and speech. By contrast Claire was lacking in both respects, she dressed in a non-provocative manner, spoke in a monotone and lacked Mary’s sarcastic glibness. The fact that I was completely obedient and spoke to Mary with absolute respect, no doubt influenced her decision to spare me from Claire’s malevolence.

The mercurial personality of Mistress then surfaced. “You are a smug and conniving slut. You are convinced because of your intelligence and good looks that you can manipulate me into treating you leniently, but I am not fooled in the least. You need to be taught respect, I should have left with you Mistress Claire”.

My reaction was one of bewilderment. I had played her game and now she was casting aspersions upon my character and motives. Who in their right mind wouldn’t try to avoid incurring Mistress’ disfavor.

Mistress had more to say, “Your solicitude for Tramp is misplaced. She is not an innocent and naïve housewife, for years she denied her husband sex and nearly forced him into bankruptcy due to reckless gambling. Tramp lacks your sex appeal and smugness, but is a reprehensible character and deserving of severe punishment. Unfortunately her husband has imposed certain restrictions on how I can punish her”.

I remained silent, knowing that regardless of what I said, it would not mitigate the punishment that would soon be inflicted upon me. The van pulled into Mistress driveway, after slamming the driver’s door shut she opened the passenger door, a rope leash was once again put around my neck and I was roughly led to the basement.

In quick order I was blindfolded and strapped, bent over on a saw horse like device, with my ass protruding high in the air. Tramp was locked in a cage on the far side of the room. Mistress then took a cane and delivered at least twenty painful strokes to my buttocks, varying the intensity and timing of each stroke.

She then used a riding crop to deliver about eight strokes to my cunt, it was the most painful experience in my life and I was unable to avoid screaming. This elicited a smile from Mistress, with the remark“you will be sore and blistered for days to come”.

I was left strapped to the bench to wallow in misery,this was compounded as I was left blindfolded, with no way of knowing what Mistress would do next. From the far side of the room I could hear Tramp screaming, judging from the fact that I did not hear the sounds of whipping, I suspect Mistress was torturing her tits by means of clamps and a chain.

Nearly a half hour passed in quietude, during this period I remained blindfolded and strapped to the saw horse, Tramp was removed from the cage and taken somewhere. Suddenly Mistress appeared; I was released from the saw horse and the blindfold removed, but was immediately locked in the cage, previously occupied by Tramp, I was not about to inquire as to what had become of her.

Mistress then dropped a bombshell. “Your faggot husband will be brought here this evening and the two of you will reconcile your differences”, she announced. This was too much, my protest was immediate and vehement, I wanted nothing to do with him.

“If you refuse reconciliation I will consider selling both of you, if you think this isn’t possible then you have another thing coming”, was her testy reply.

NARRATED BY MISTRESS MARY:

Actually my threat of selling them was unrealistic. They were both well established in the community and their disappearances would trigger an investigation. From the standpoint of market appeal, it was minimal for Dennis; Rebecca could probably be put to work as a hooker in the southwestern United States. Recently I consummated a similar sale of another female; however she had no friends or relatives and her disappearance went unnoticed.

It had come to my attention that Dennis planned to have a date, with a female bondage submissive, about 5:00PM. The sub is under contract to me and reported the planned visit immediately. When Dennis arrived at her house he would be overpowered by one of my male associates, and then transported to my dungeon.

My tentative plans were to force him to once again dress as a transvestite, and provide sexual service to my associates. Both Rebecca and Dennis would be subjected to various humiliations and punishments; I was confident that she would see fit to reconcile their differences.

Despite my sadistic temperament I have a jaundiced view of marital dissolution. Rebecca’s reason for leaving her husband went against my grain, and for some reason the thought of the smug slut seducing other males, increased my animosity towards her. I will continue to refer to Rebecca and Dennis, as Slut, and Faggot, respectively.

Faggot was not due to be brought to my house until 6:00PM, and having tavern business to attend to during the day, this required someone to monitor Slut during my absence. My associate, Mistress Linn, was assigned the task, in return she would be allowed tosexually enjoy Slut later in the evening.

Slut was transferred to my holding cell, which is an authentic replica of a jail cell, the only furnishings being a mattress and a floor toilet. The later was installed only recently by a plumber, it was no longer necessary to use buckets to dispose of excrement.

It was exasperating to listen to Slut continue to protest the forced meeting with her estranged husband. My response was to tightly ball gag her, cuff her wrists to the rear, and connect them to the rear of her collar. The cell is equipped with a seven foot chain, padlocked to a bolt on the concrete floor. This was padlocked to the rear of her collar.

Her bondage was most restrictive and Linn was instructed to remove the gag and wrist restraints after about two hours, provided Slut’s behavior was acceptable. If she continued to be defiant, the bondage would be reinstated, accompanied by a severe flogging. Slut would remain chained to the floor at all times, preventing her from escaping the cell.

Upon my return home about 4:00PM, I found Linn in the living room, Slut was visible over the CCTV, sitting forlornly on the mattress. Linn reported she had been obedient and consequently her only restraints were the collar and chain.

To prep Slut for Faggot’s arrival, she was removed from the cell and forced to kneel on a foam pad, placed upon the carpeted floor. Her wrists were cuffed to the front with leather cuffs, and then attached to the front of her collar, forcing her to remain in a prayer like position.

This was complimented by leather ankle cuffs, attached to rings on the floor. I then directed Linn to perform some special rope work upon Slut, something at which she is very proficient. A coil of rope was fastened around her waist, with the ends looped underneath and between her legs, then tied to the same rings as the ankle cuffs. The result was a painfully tight crotch tie that left Slut arced slightly to the rear, and unable to move in either direction.

It was time to terrify Slut even more. I displayed my branding iron, explaining to her that I frequently use it upon sluts before they are sold. My presentation had the intended effect of causing her to beg for mercy.

Slut was then issued precise instructions as to what to say upon Faggot’s arrival. She would implore him to forgive her indiscretions and to end their estrangement; in addition she would perform oral sex upon him immediately. I informed her that the branding iron would be heated up and whether or not she would be branded, would depend upon her performance.

NARATTION BY REBECCA:

My restraint position was extremely uncomfortable, but it would be worth it if Dennis and I were released without being tortured. After kneeling in the position for nearly twenty minutes, I heard the sound of a commotion on the stairwell. Dennis had arrived and was not submitting peacefully.

Dennis was brought down the stairs in handcuffs and wearing a ball gag, at least he was attired in male clothes. His captor was the same thug, I simply refer to him as Brute, who had tortured Dennis at our first session. This time he was not wearing a ski mask but his demeanor was very intimidating, to say the least.

“What is the problem”, Mistress demanded as she stared at Brute. “He doesn’t like being abducted”, Brute replied sarcastically. “All right take him to the other room and dress him up as a woman”, before Brute could comply Mistress displayed the branding iron and held it up to my boob. “If you don’t want to see the slut branded then you will cooperate with us, if not then you’ll be branded as well”, at this point Dennis abandoned his futile struggles and was led away by Brute.

When Brute returned ten minutes later Dennis had once again been transformed into a female with the short black dress, stockings, heels blond wig, lipstick and atrocious make up. He was still handcuffed and ball gagged, Brute led him with a chain leash wrapped around his neck.

Mistress then announced our fate. We would both be taken to a downtown lesbian nightclub and made to perform on stage; it just happened to be amateur night at the club. If our performance was satisfactory we would both be released, with no further torture and Dennis would be allowed to shed his costume.

I was released from my restraints and allowed to put on a short black dress, similar to Dennis’. While I fully expected Mistress would install a chastity device on him, she surprised me by instead using a new torture device. This was a stun belt; I had seen one on a TV show being used to control a prisoner. The leather belt was encircled around his waist and locked into place.

It was a relief to be free of the painful restraints, however it was somewhat of a letdown in that I expected to perform oral sex on Dennis. Now we would be both be subjected to humiliation at a nightclub and I feared someone might recognize me, even with my wig. Mistress must have sensed my apprehension, as she assured me that I would not be addressed as Rebecca, only as “Slut”, and Dennis as “Denise”.

“Any disobedience on your part, or sluts for that matter, and this is what will happen”, she then pressed the button on a remote control device causing Dennis to slump to the floor in pain. “Get up faggot or I’ll shock you again”, she commanded. Brute took the opportunity to lift Dennis to his feet, gripping his cock in the process. “Keep your hands off his cock”, snapped Mistress; it was unclear whether she was angry with Brute or using some psychological ploy.

Mistress then removed his handcuffs, Dennis was in no position to resist. She then took a four foot long piece of chain, padlocked one end to Dennis’ collar, and the other end to mine. “You two are inseparable” she chortled.

She then issued orders; both of us would be placed in the rear of the van, with Brute riding shotgun. Neither of us would be allowed to speak to, or to embrace one another. At the nightclub we would perform as directed, but she was not specific as to what this would entail. Then my mouth got me in trouble as I blurted “Tell Brute to keep his hands off my husband’s cock”.

Instantly Dennis was shocked again and again fell to the floor. In what can only be described as surreal, I had to fall to the floor with him to keep from being strangled, prompting Mistress to bark “You stupid slut, from now on any time you speak without permission the same thing will happen, unfortunately I only have one stun belt or you would be wearing one”. I wanted to apologize to Dennis, and demand that I be punished instead, but knew better than to say another word.

We were then led by Mistress, using a single leash connected to our collar chain, to the van and placed in the cargo hold. We sat side by side, separated by the four foot wide chain. The van then drove off, with Brute sitting in the love seat. Much to my surprise he made no attempt to molest either of us during transport.

I desperately wanted to be tied and fucked by a male, since being abducted my only sex was being forced to give a blow job to a low life male on the stage of some redneck bar, along withbeing the passive recipient of cunnilingus performed by another female; my jaw ached from the oversized ball gag, and my ass still burned from the brutal caning;it would be sore for days to come.

My expectation was that I would be forced to be perform some type of sex with females, on the stage of the lesbian night club. The diabolical sadism of Mistress knew no limits. It was especially painful to not be able to embrace or talk with Dennis during the trip.

After what seemed eternity, the van pulled into the parking lot of the night club. Still not knowing what act we would be performing, Mistress used the leash to walk us in the front door; we were still connected together with another chain. Brute remained outside.

There were at least thirty people inside, and the spectacle of two people being led across the floor in chains, could and did not escape notice. Mistress led us directly to the empty stage; the regular show wasn’t set to begin for another hour.

Once again Mistress demonstrated her talent as an announcer, as she took the microphone and introduced us as Slut and Denise, for the time being Dennis was officially a female. We were then ordered to both kneel on our hands and knees, on the stage. Mistress then produced two rawhide dog bones and tossed them about twenty feet to the rear of the stage.

With flogger in hand, Mistress ordered us to crawl on all fours, pick up the dog bones with our mouths and avoid touching them with our hands. We would then crawl back to the front of the stage, Mistress seemed jovial as she announced to the crowd that each of us would be flogged, should we deviate from her orders; she didn’t tell the crowd that Dennis would be shocked as well.

We both performed the inane act to her satisfaction and were made to kneel facing the crowd, holding the bones in our mouth. There were no blinding lights on the stage and I was somewhat relieved not to recognize anyone in the crowd.

After being permitted to drop the bones, we were made to bark, both separately and in unison, for nearly five minutes, as the crowd roared with laughter. For the finale we were ordered to stand, Mistress then commanded, “Denise hike your dress and display your cunt”. Dennis obeyed, confirming what everyone must have known, that he was a female impersonator.

This didn’t seem to go over too well with the crowd, at least there was no applause. One dykish type yelled out “we don’t allow men at this bar”. “Fuck you cunt, are you having a rough period”, Mistress retorted. Without further ado we were led back to the van. The whole degrading act had taken less than ten minutes.

It seemed too good to be true in that we were not forced to have sex inside, it was further encouraging to note than Brute was nowhere in sight. We were not further restrained and told to sit in the same manner as earlier.

Then out of nowhere Larry, my abductor, appeared and hopped in the rear with us, while Mistress drove off. Over the intercom Mistress announced that Larry could use me in any way that he saw fit. I fully expected to be handcuffed and gagged again, but much to my surprise Larry announced that I would be cunt fucked in the presence of my husband, who was still chained to my collar.

Perversely I did want to be fucked in bondage, but only while tied up, and certainly not with Dennis present. I wasn’t about to make my preferences known, my mouth had gotten Dennis shocked once and Mistress no doubt would enjoy doing so again.

To fuck me without removing the chain required a rather unorthodox position. After being allowed to shed my dress, both Dennis and I had to lie on our backs, my legs spread, with a pillow used to prop up my ass. This was facilitated by a mattress which had been placed on the floor of the van.

By this time Dennis was desensitized to any sexual violence, but to taunt and further degrade him Larry asked, “Would you like me to jerk you off first by hand”. Dennis meekly replied “no”. He was then ordered to begin doing so himself, under threat of being shocked if he refused.

It was disgusting to see him treated like this, in addition he was ordered to make erotic sounds as he masturbated himself. Larry then quickly got down to business with me, and began cunt fucking me. It was readily apparent he did not meet my standards of sexual prowess; his size and rigidity were marginal at best.

Commenting on his inadequacies was out of the question, so I had no choice but to bear the revolting situation until he climaxed. Listening to Dennis making forced erotic sounds further detracted from what little pleasure I was experiencing. He finally climaxed in less than five minutes and then ordered Dennis to do the same.

I only managed to experience a single orgasm, ordinarily I am multi-orgasmic. It was necessary to feign eroticism for fear of Larry doing violence to either Dennis or myself. Fortunately at this time the van pulled into Mistress’ drive and the rape session came to an end.

Larry disappeared as suddenly as he had first appeared at the night club, and none too soon. Mistress led Dennis and myself down to the basement, where we received a welcome surprise; both of us were allowed to dress and leave. Dennis was allowed to change back into male attire and Mistress provided me with a special dissolvent, should I wish to shed my blond wig. “I will not charge for today’s session”, she added wryly.

We were told to wait in the garage and a limousine would transport us to our home. While about to leave I observed Linn, Mistress’ associate, securing a hooded and naked female to the overhead in the adjoining dungeon room; Mistress seemed to have no shortage of clientele. My impulse was to inquire as to why she been sent for bondage, but I quickly stopped myself.  Mistress, ever vigilant, observed my reaction and smiled, the first time I ever saw her do so when not inflicting pain on someone.

About five minutes later the limo pulled into the driveway. An effeminate male in a tuxedo exited the vehicle and introduced himself as Jeff. After we were seated in the rear Jeff drove off and I immediately embraced Dennis, assuring him that I was willing to reconcile and that we could work things out; his response was positive.

Fifteen minutes later the limo pulled into our driveway, Jeff opened the passenger door and wished us well as we exited. The process of healing our relationship was off to a good start.

END PART 3