BDSM -- Young thick woman craves older white master
[Author's notes: Warning! This is a BDSM sex story. There are strong Dominance and Submission themes in this story. There are strong group sex themes in this story. This story has substantial multiple-male/single-female and female/female sexual contact. This hopefully will be hot enough to be a whack off story for the people who like these themes, as it does have a lot of sex in it. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Civil and constructive comments about writing are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.]
[Note: Despite repeated references to her dominant as 'Devil' neither the character Betsy or anyone else in the story believes he has supernatural powers. Betsy doesn't understand much about hypnosis, so she uses the shorthand of magic with mischievous intent.]
Betsy was Deidre's Irish milkmaid roommate, 'was' being the operative word. On that fateful night two weeks ago, Deidre had disappeared, only to finally answer the last call before Betsy would have called the cops on them. Betsy had a duty to watch out for her lover, even if she was out on a B&D 'playdate'. She'd seen her roommate/live-in-lover only for two shopping trips and to pay off their bills since then. All of them.
He'd given Deidre a black plastic platinum credit card in her own name with a fifty thousand dollar credit limit and a five thousand cash advance limit. So it is no surprise to Betsy that Deidre knew where her bread got buttered, and spent her time there.
She'd poured over their profile's on FetLife, told by Deidre she needed to update her own, admittedly very thin profile. Be honest. Tell the truth. "He is VERY tough about doing as he says and telling him the truth" Deidre said. The carrot of course is that Deidre dangled the hope of getting her a private audition, to become one of his adopted P.O.'s -- Pandemic Orphans.
At twenty one, Betsy hardly needed a new Daddy. But the list of her fetishes needed to be filled out, and pictures needed to be uploaded from her and Deidre's phones, and the pictures had to be turned private, and she had to recheck her list of friends to see if there is anyone she didn't trust to see those pictures. She told her story and what she is looking for. She put her status as in a relationship with Deidre, but her profile did not have her in a relationship with Deidre's new dominant, something only he can do. She would have to do something about that.
The allure of this rich, powerful man for her can easily be understated. He is skilled in Bondage and Dominance, with over thirty years of experience, twenty years of that in long term relationships. He also practices hypno-dominance, often referred to as being a HypnoDom. No person should have that amount of control over another, she had once firmly believed. But after two weeks of nightly hypnos while she slept, she can no more refuse him anything than she can jump over the moon.
There is a deeper allegory for Betsy being the cow who jumped over the moon. She is at least fifty, and perhaps seventy five pounds overweight, with two belly rolls and a muffin top. Her weight loss attempts have only deflated her breasts so that her nipples point down at the floor unless in a push up bra. Being next to Deidre therefore has its pluses and minuses for her.
When out at clubs or FetLife events, she can usually pick off a wingman or a straggler while Deidre got the prime stud. Deidre told her this new one is not like the others, wouldn't take her home and beat the crap out of her with no aftercare, wouldn't take her off to an unmentioned gangbang where she is the star. Not that Betsy minded that. Being very orally fixated, she loved sucking cock or licking pussy.
Which leads to the gaping hole between her legs. Despite being party girls (as long as others paid for the drinks and such), she and Deidre got it on together at least three to five times a week. So one of the things she's going to ask Mr. Big Stud Dominant for is equal time with Deidre's sweet pussy. It isn't often that a five like Betsy gets to bed a nine like Deidre on a regular basis, and she is not going to give that one, singular achievement of her life up unless she gets something even better.
Little did she know that her appearance had little to do with it -- Deidre loves Betsy for who she really is, how she treats people. Always kind, always generous, Betsy has a wealth of spirit which far too few people in the world share.
Maybe it is the luck of the Irish, shown clearly in her flaming red hair that caused her date -- her audition -- to be tonight, the night of the full moon. Deidre bought her a wrap dress, or more precisely Tina did, the strawberry blonde wrestler easily as hot as Deidre, and the only known living candidate to have passed all of Dr. Demented Dominant's slave tests.
Tina also bought her a black girdle, a gauzy push up bra with a front clasp, Louboutin five inch 'Hot Chick' heels, and dark seamed thigh high hose. Those shoes alone nearly made her climax every time she picked them up, and she slept with them each night. Tina took her to get her hair and makeup done in a Lexus SUV that still had the new car smell. Tina is amazingly chatty, so after the end of the 'prepare to be fucked' tour, Betsy feels like she has a new best friend.
When she is finally dressed, Betsy can hardly recognize herself in the mirror. Two full grades -- she now looked to herself like a seven instead of a five, while most people would have called her an eight. She is tall enough to tuck either Deidre or Tina under her chin, so much of her Dad in her body frame, who was a football player back in the day -- plus the tall leggy Vegas showgirl roots of her Mom. If this is how the Devil wishes to buy her soul, this is how she would spread herself wide open for him. Whip me, beat me, but for godsakes make me look good doing it!
It is useless to have Deidre or Tina as her backup, the Devil with a handsome face can make them do anything he wants. So she arranges for Debbie to be her failsafe, one of her neighbors she often smoked a bowl with just to relax. "Time to go sell my soul to the devil" she says to herself in the mirror for her final check.
The Lyft whisks her away from her studio apartment in the big complex of studio apartments, which is all that Deidre and Betsy can afford, and even then because she blew the manager on a weekly basis. She didn't mind blowing the manager, or pretty much anyone else. It is her most common form of bargaining, introduction, or just saying 'hello'. She has a lot of male friends because of that she reminds herself. Pretty women can postpone the inevitable, 'fugly women have to go straight for the bone' Betsy believes.
They are expected at the gate, and waived through. The clubhouse has a big circular drive, and she is dropped off by the front doors. A valet at the curb informs her she should go upstairs to the restaurant, where her party is waiting. At the Restaurant and Lounge, she is escorted to a back corner private booth. 'He can put a ball gag in my mouth and fuck me right here' Betsy thinks to herself, to a resulting gush of dampness in her already overheated pussy.
"So nice to finally meet you Betsy! Deidre misses you terribly, we will have to do something about that." the Devil in disguise says cheerfully.
"So nice to meet you, Sir. I'm curious why, unlike all the other auditions, this one is not being conducted at your warehouse?" Betsy asks warily.
"Most often, the candidates have no inkling of who I am, what I do, or what my resources are, much less the full range of experiences they can expect. So a different seduction, tailored to you, Betsy, seemed more appropriate. By the way, you look glorious, absolutely stunning." I answer in complete candor.
"That is sad. I haven't had any impact play -- much less any cock -- in over two weeks. I'm not much of a dick magnet without Deidre." Betsy complains, completely ignoring the compliment as if it didn't exist.
"Nonsense. Completely utterly self abusing trash talk. I can find five men in this clubhouse right now who will gladly help me gangbang you all night long and feel they owed me a huge debt for doing so." I reject her baseless self disparaging assertion.
"You are on. Five men ready, willing, and able to give this not so lovely young woman the full adoration of their cocks for the night, and I will sell my soul to you, Mr. Devil." Betsy haughtily challenges me.
"Some preliminaries, Ms. O'Malley" I say as I fish a length of yarn out of my suit coat pocket, then "I'm an Old School devil. Offer me your wrists, palms up. Do you offer me your wrists, that I may bind you, and keep you safe?"
"Yes, Sir, of course. You already know your nightly black magic incantations make me incapable of saying anything else." Betsy gushes.
"So you are saying before Deidre left to meet me at the warehouse two weeks ago, you would have turned this offer down?" I object.
"Not on your life and eternal soul, Mr. Devil!" Betsy laughs.
"I thought not. So as I wrap this yarn around your wrists, I bind you to me, so that I may keep you safe. Do you also accept my instructions, my corrections, my punishments, that your guilt and shame may be released and you may become closer to the perfection we both seek?" I ask joyfully.
"If you are asking me to be a perfect slut for you, I'm already halfway there. I just need to do it for you. So yes, I accept your instructions, your corrections, your punishments of me, earned or not, that whatever little guilt I have left, whatever meaningless shame may be released, and I may become closer to the perfect slut slave we both want me to be for you." Betsy gushes in claiming that which she craved so deeply far more easily then she could have imagined.
"From this point onward, I will choose, and you will obey. I ask you again, do you accept my instructions, my corrections, my punishments, that your guilt and shame may be released and you may become closer to the perfection we both seek?" I need to be sure Betsy is clear on this.
"Yes, Sir. A thousand times yes, a million times yes. Oh fuck, I am supposed to bargain for time with Deidre before I sell my soul. Any chance you would consider letting me make love to her on a regular basis, say three to five times per week?" Betsy pleads.
"Done. You are ordered to make love to Deidre three to five times per week at a minimum. I shall order her to do the same. I shall also reinforce that with hypno commands which are repeated each night. There will be no escaping our bargain for either one of you. Now can I take possession of your mind, body, and soul?" I agree quickly.
