I had been back in Toronto for two weeks. Aiko had emailed me pictures and videos of her masturbating, and in teasing states of various dress and undress. She also teased me about coming to Toronto for her summer break. I offered her a place to stay, if she did make the journey.
Heather and Jessica had anxiously awaited my return. They were eager to meet with me again, eager to be Sir's cunts again, to be exact. Unfortunately, their husbands had surprised them with a trip to Europe the same day I arrived back home. They promised to make it up to me on their return. I had no doubt that they would.
I was on the balcony of my condo, enjoying a whisky, late that night. My cell phone rang. It was Brenda calling. I hadn't seen Brenda in close to a year. She was the top entertainment lawyer in, Canada, very wealthy and very powerful. We met at an after party, at the TIFF Film Festival, three years ago. Her husband couldn't attend that evening. Brenda approached me and introduced herself. She flirted and teased me all night. I had promised to put her over my knee and spank her shapely ass thoroughly and hard, if she rubbed her large breasts against my arm one more time. She coyly smiled and informed me that she would more than enjoy a good, hard spanking from me.
I hinted that her ass wouldn't be all that I spanked. She pressed her tits against my arm and boldly dared me. I grinned, grabbed her by the arm and walked her to a secluded corner of the theatre, behind red velvet curtains that hid the fire escape. Brenda turned around, placed her hands against the wall and pushed her ass out towards me. I lifted her gown, tore off the silk thong she was wearing, and spanked her pussy till she came.
I pushed her to her knees, tied the torn thong around my cock, and fucked her mouth hard. Brenda swallowed the load of cum from my balls, and thanked me. She offered to be my whore, if I wanted her to, and that she was eager to be trained to please me. I agreed.
Over the last year, Brenda had been incredibly busy with her work. She traveled frequently between her, Toronto, and Vancouver, offices. Our time together came to an end, but we still kept in touch.
"Hello, Brenda," I answered her call. "To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?"
"Hello, Sir," Brenda giggled, "I need your assistance in a very personal matter. Discretion is of the utmost importance."
"Discretion is always assured with me, Brenda. Tell me how I may be of assistance," I replied.
There was a short silence before Brenda replied, "It's Harold. He's having an affair with one of the young lawyers I hired."
"I am sorry to hear that, Brenda. How are you holding up?" I asked sincerely.
"I'm better than fine, Gil. I could care less about Harold's piece on the side. He can keep seeing her if he wants to. I'm hurt that he fucked in our bed, and that he didn't have the balls to tell me. I want to teach them both a very valuable life lesson. That's where you come into play." I could hear the nasty sexiness in her voice. "Let me know if you're interested in contributing to her," Brenda paused for a moment, and coyly finished the sentence, "education."
"What do you have in mind?" I grinned.
"Simple, Gil. I want them both to know that I am the boss. Harold needs to be reminded that I made the fortune he gets to share, that I hold the power to take it all away from him, if I file for divorce. And that little slut needs to know that I can ruin her career, no matter how smart the little twat thinks she is. I hired her because she is a brilliant lawyer. I gave her a good career, with the potential to make partner. I want her to know that I could destroy her, get her disbarred. Let her understand that no other law firm on the continent will hire her, if I so desire. I want them both to grovel at my feet and beg for my forgiveness. I want them to worship me out of fear. You can get as nasty as you want with her. I want you to punish the ungrateful slut." She paused again before she finished telling me what she wanted. "Hurt her, Gil. While Harold is handcuffed to a chair and forced to observe you degrade and humiliate her with your beautiful, big cock."
"That's a tall order, Brenda," I smirked.
Brenda quickly replied, "You don't think you could hurt her for me, Gil? Or you don't want to?" Brenda coyly asked.
"They'd have to agree to your terms, Brenda," I smiled. "I have very few limits when it comes to satisfying my needs or correcting unflattering behavior in young ladies."
Brenda sat back in her chair and placed her bare feet on her desk, "They already have agreed, Gil. How could they not? I confronted them, showed them pictures that a PI took, and gave them both copies of the divorce papers and the official request to have little Miss Slut, brought before The Law Society Tribunal."
"I assume you will be in attendance for the edification of little Miss Slut?" I chuckled.
Brenda giggled and replied, "Of course! I plan to enjoy every second of her suffering."
"On one condition, Brenda," I calmly said to her.
"What's the condition, Gil? I am open to negotiations, but, be warned my nasty friend, I negotiate for a living, and am quite good at it."
"My term is non-negotiable, Brenda. I want you to be available to me during the session, if and when I decide I want you," I sternly informed her of the nonnegotiable condition.
Brenda took a moment to protest, "That would be counterproductive. I want them to fear and respect me. How will they, if I am used alongside the slut? I can't agree to that, Gil. However, I will meet you at another time and you can punish me as hard as your big, beautiful cock desires," she seductively tried to entice me.
"My term stands, if and when I want you, in the presence of your husband and his piece on the side. Agree to it, or find someone else. I'm beginning to get bored, Brenda. Make a decision now or I'm hanging up," I sternly replied to her counter-offer.
"Gil, you are a wretched cad!" she hissed.
"Yes or no, make a decision now, Brenda. I am officially bored," I calmly replied.
"Yes, okay! You prick! You can have me too, if you wish, along with Lisa!" Brenda begrudgingly agreed. "Is seven pm., tomorrow night, acceptable for your highness?" she hissed.
"Sir, will suffice, no need to pretend that I am royalty, Brenda. I'll be there," I chuckled and hung up.
I arrived at Brenda's extravagant home a few minutes before seven pm., the next evening. She greeted me dressed in a long, gold colored gown. It was strapless and had a slit on the left side that started just below her hip. Gold stilettos enhanced her long and shapely legs.
"Glad you can make it, Gil. It's been far too long since I've seen you," Brenda greeted me and placed a long, hard kiss on my lips.
"Good to see you, Brenda. You look stunning, as usual," I grinned and slapped her ass.
"Such a naughty man," she giggled and pressed her large breasts against me. "Let's get started. I can't wait to see what you have in store for little Miss Slut," she purred into my ear.
I followed Brenda up the circular stairway to the master bedroom. Harold, her husband was seated in a chair that was positioned against the wall facing the foot of their bed. Lisa was standing next to the seated Harold, with her left hand on his shoulder.
Lisa was lovely, young, late twenties or early thirties. She was multiracial; her light caramel skin was flawless. The tight, long curls of her black hair framed her delicate facial features perfectly. Her dark eyes pierced into yours, when you looked into them. She had on a black, leather mini skirt that hugged her waist and slim hips, red stilettos, bare legs, and a tight, white tank top. My cock began to swell at the sight of her. I was going to enjoy putting Lisa through her paces.
Brenda cuffed Harold's wrists and ankles to the chair's arm rests and legs. She grinned at Lisa and sauntered to the bed, slowly turned around, sat on it, and gracefully crossed her long legs.
