The fifth installment brings the story back to Donnie's point of view, and it is the phase of Mel's conversion to full enjoyment of the sadistic and masochistic side of bondage and domination. Not knowing he was seduced, Donnie has dismissed his submissive side and taken the reigns and become Jill's Master, a power dynamic unfamiliar to Mistress Jill's stable of slaves.
Mel had just submitted to Jill, after exploring her bisexuality with her neighbor, Jill turned into her Mistress and after seeing Mel quickly fall asleep, Donnie went across the street to Jill's house having plotted the whole thing together with Jill
All of this started when Jill seduced Donnie, meant to elevate her status in the two development's underground BDSM community and make their affair legitimate when Mel doesn't just submit to Jill, but to other men.
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I saw her standing in the basement, full breasts supported by leather underwire, she was thinking dressed as Mistress Jill, not naked and waiting since I texted the signal I was coming over. She turned to me, the thought overriding the fact she was being disobedient to her Master.
"In regards to Mel, she told me 'I know my husband and he'll either get over it or get into it.'", Jill announced seeing me walking towards her, knowing I wanted to know where Mel was on the topic of taking cock from other men. I stared at her chest, she not making eye contact at least, Jill's natural breasts looked so good propped up like that and the cut of her leather panties, cropped top and long black boots delicious.
"Sounds promising," I said, nervous getting a nodding agreement from the 52 year old neighbor, hair done up into large bun that must have been under the leather hat that was on the bar. I felt playful, getting closer to bringing my wife into our playground, rather than feeling the need to punish Jill right away for her still standing dressed. "She's asleep now, her tortured body gave way. Shall we?'"
"How do you want me, Master?" Jill said.
I chuckled under my breath, this a far cry from when I was calling her 'Mistress' and she unleashing a furry of pain, using my digressions against me in a power play. I had taken control back.
"You are to be naked within two minutes of notice we are meeting," I said sternly, she looked up momentarily then struggled out of her boots, leather panties, top and adornments. "Did she cry, Nishtik?"
I had struggled to find the appropriate name for her as my slave and used this one for the first time. We had gone from my dominance to hers, back to mine and I was hesitant so I settled on 'Nishtik' a yiddish adjective I would tell her the meaning in a little while.
"She did cry, Sir," Nishtick said carefully, her experience at someone's hand evident. "Not as much as I thought since it was her first long session, she's very strong."
"All fours!" I commanded, throwing Nishtick off balance with a shove sending her awkwardly to the floor, my hand reached down and found her hair. I pulled and led Nishtick to her own lair, a playground of devices and furniture for discipline. She grunted and yelp I pulled hair while she tried to keep up on her hands and knees couldn't keep up, feeling the pull from the hair roots in her scalp.
"Ahhgggh! AHhhgghh!"
I yanked her forward so her face pressed against the door, the anger welled up inside me from her dominating me in this room when she had been threatening me with exposure of our affair. I was plowing her cunt from behind multiple times, once in front of her husband Brian and that turned to her flogging me, whipping me and caging my cock. We had entered a game through seduction and weakness, somehow we were here and I was pressing her cheek against the wood entrance yanking her forward.
"Do you know what your name means, Nishtick?"
"No Master..."
I kicked her side, sending her to her seat, her eyes hungry looking up at me, then down, she could have guessed and I wouldn't have struck her.
"It means what you are to me - 'Worthless."
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Camilla spent her Sunday with friends, having done Jill's calling all day Saturday keeping Donnie (Donnie) busy. Returning home from lunch, her parents house given to her when they left abruptly a few years ago, she sat on the front porch, sipping tea. Earlier in the morning Camilla watched Mel, in her pajamas braless messed up hair, in the street take Jill's arm and disappear into Jill's house. Moments ago Camilla saw Mel return home, and once she sat down on the porch, she saw Donnie walk powerfully across the street.
She had immediately called Nikki.
"The wife, Mel's, hair was braided," Jill said into her air pod, talking to Nikki the owner of the bar Spoked Wheel and a Cardinal Creek resident. "Yeah, and she was over there a long time....Yes, I agree she had to of submitted willingly."
Nikki's daughter Izzy, 22, seduced/was seduced by Mel the day before and Nikki walked in on Mel pushing her cunt into her daughter's face. Unknown to Donnie and Mel, both were familiar with Mistress Jill intimately and was in her circle, part of the game Jill was playing with both Donnie and Mel.
"She's going to have to cross streams at some point," Camilla said, referring to getting a woman to have sex with another man outside their marriage/relationship. Having taken care of Donnie on more than the recent occasion, knowing some of the plot, Camilla knew her role. "I've done all I can, and Donnie's fucked if his wife gets cold feet...Jill will blow the whole thing up. Yeah, that's against the rules, I know, but she'll do it to get her way, this is her last chance with Duvessa"
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"YOU ARE CORRECT MASTER!!!!!!" Jill screamed, the whip striking the back of her thigh, the sharp snap of its tip immediately buckling her leg, causing her to hang from her wrists. "I'm your CUNT and YOUR'S ONLY!!!! AHHHHH! AHHHHH!"
I snapped the whip, it whirred through the air twice more marking her other thigh and her back, she collapsed and the restraints that had her body like an "X" hanging from the ceiling. Her legs were in them too, she dangled while the welts rose on her body, the last of 10 lashes she earned for withholding her mouth from my cock.
I moved swiftly, grabbing a set of cuffs from the open cabinet, the flickering lights making the room a surreal swirl of torture and pain. My training was without the fancy, in this case hand made, devices and instruments of pleasure/pain.
"Stand up Nishtik! Damn it, Stand UP!"
She whimpered, causing me to growl, moving to her hands, quickly freeing them, then cuffing them behind her back, a chair from the wall I gathered, her hair in my hand, I moved under her and forced her face down on my cock. The raw emotionless torture I used to feel even towards loved ones, lashing out, striking when I was younger, maturing but not ever losing that urge. This allowed me to release those urges, and pushing her down, my head burrowing deep in her throat.
"Swallow me Nishtik. Take it all in..."
I was someone different in these moments, though I wondered how far off of this person I was in my day to day life.
"GHHHFTTTTTT! GHFFTTTADFFFTTT!" she gurgled, my hand pushing her head down on my cock, she took it in, pulling her back up and pushing down again. "MGGHHAFFTTTTT!"
I pulled her head off his cock by her hair, slipped out and pushed her down to the floor, her legs still bound to the bottom, spreading her legs wide. Her wrists were in the cuffs behind her back, I slipped behind her and held my cock, scooting up to her behind.
"Feel me Bitch!" pushing forward into her wet, sloppy, cunt, she turned on as much as it hurt, the combination a rush I provided.
"OHHHH MASTER!" she cried out in anger and pleasure. I pushed her forward, hard and deep, pulling back and reminding her with each pelvic thrust who was Master and who was slave. "GODDDD! OH YES!!!!"
She had told me it was denial month when I was still a submissive and there was a payoff. It was an agreement Mel and I made, so I pulled out.
"You're so weak Nishtik, so pathetic," I said, she was breathing heavy from the obvious orgasm. "Flesh for flesh."
Having seen the bit marks on Mel's breasts I moved my mouth to Nishtick's ass cheek and bit down hard. Mel was still my wife and would be my submissive soon I had decided in that moment.
"AHHHHGGGGGFFTT! OHHHFFFUCKKK!!" Nishtik wailed, my teeth in her cheek, a hard orb from her working out, I stopped short of breaking skin. "AHHHHHHH!"
I stood up, left her bound on the floor and got dressed before releasing her hands and then her feet.
"Finish your training and let's move on," I said indirectly letting her know I had full control of Jill's body. "Don't mess this up, I know you love it too much."
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The smell of fall was in the air, September was melting away and Mel was going over to Jill's 3-4 times a week. Half the time was filled with making love to Jill the other half getting placed on one of Mistress Jill's restraint and torture devices, being taught all aspects of the lifestyle.
"She's a real masochist, Ohhh! OHHH!" Jill told me late in September me during our sessions, giving just little bits of information. We talked while I slid inside her body my concern was to get her on an equal playing field, now that I had turned my persona over, my marriage would either adapt or end. I slammed my cock deep in Jill's pussy. "Ohhhh, Master....She's not turned off the idea of another man, but she's hesitant. YES! OHHHH!"
At home I didn't pry about she and Jill and when I tried to engage Mel about other cock, she would clam up, almost withdraw. The idea, of course, is to have her in a group of men on her terms and erase the boundaries of our marriage together, folding in my transgressions with Jill and Camilla into a mixture of sexual deviance both of us took part equally.
"Just telling her may have the same effect," Camilla said, my cock inside Camilla's walls, my hips pushing and pulling my cock inside and out, she coming over to please me when Mel was with Jill. "Ohhhh, Daddy...aaaAgain it may not. Mmmmmm."
"What is the end game," I said, moving my cock to her moist pussy again and again. I had spent a 1/2 hour in her mouth earlier, my stamina rising even though I had pent up ejaculate from three plus weeks of restraint.
"I'll tell you a lot of things Daddy.....OHhh, Jilllll, Ohhh won't tell me," she said while I slid deep in her tight, young cunt. "OHhhhhh, Daddy!"
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A cool the fourth week of September drew the month to a close.
Jill had scheduled an overnight with Mel tonight, the last Friday, and for the past week all her sessions with my wife ended with Mel returning to our house and she would go straight to bed. I never asked about the marks the whips, canes and other devices left on Mel's body, I rarely brought things up getting a short summary from Jill when I went over as Master.
"I'm becoming quite found of your Mel, Master," Nishtick said when given the freedom to talk. I had worked her out on her fucking machine, gagged, while dropping hot wax on her nipples and breasts. "She's been on all devices and has felt the sting of my best shot with all of my implements of torture.
