Part two.
Ellis' story
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Ellis sat in stunned silence, as he watched Kate rampage through her house. He could not believe it was happening. There was terror in his mind. He did not want to lose Kate. He could not think of letting her see him. That terror was bigger, than his fear of losing Kate.
He wished that he was a woman right now. He thought it would be so much easier, if he could cry. He had watched Kate cry. It seemed to calm her. He found no calmness within himself.
His eye was filled with tears. It was the closest thing to crying that he knew. He remembered his tears as a child. He wondered where they had gone. He had given up his emotion, when he entered into business.
He had entered business early. He sat up his own desk in his father's office, when he was twelve. It was not just kid cute. He became a ruthless business man, with his own fortune before he finished high school.
He had cried when his parents died. He remembered his sorrow. He had cried for days. When he had finished crying, he had gotten drunk. He took out his frustrations, and the anger of his loss, on the whores at the whorehouse.
Ellis had found his passion early, with a whip in his hand. The whores all knew him. He had found no passion, or excitement, in high school. His wealth made him very popular.
He could find no friendship there. He found no romance either. The girls all saw him, as the most eligible bachelor in school. He could see it in their eyes. All they wanted was his baby, and his wealth.
He went to school as a duty. Like going into the military. He was glad when it has over. He did not even attend his graduation. His senior prom was two hot whores, and a night of lust.
It was lust he found with the whores. Lust would fill him. It enraged him. His lust was so great, he sometimes had to pay a lot of money, to compensate for the damage that he had brought. The whores that worked there, took the extra money and a couple of days off. Then they returned to kneel before him. He paid very well.
Evelyn's whore house specialized in his type of sex. If he had a friend in the world it was Evelyn. She had watched him grow into a man. She was like an aunt to him. She had held him in the hospital, when he didn't care if he lived or died. More than once, she was there, with her comfort, when Ellis needed it.
Through the years their relationship matured into friendship. They fucked together, from time to time. Not with each other. They were both firmly dominate in their sex life. Evelyn could never be submissive to anyone. In her life, or in her bed. Neither could Ellis.
Ellis did not burn up his money on whores. He seldom used them. He was driven in his business. He was cold and ruthless in his dealings. His fortune grew. He had to hire a team just to keep track of his holdings when he was twenty.
If there was a god of business and finance, he smiled on Ellis. His business soared, even as he sank into days of depression. His loneliness ate at him. He had no one to share his life with. He had no one to spend his money on.
Ellis sat in amazed shock when Kate slipped into her bed. He watched her cry herself to sleep. He wanted to share that with her also. She was emotionally and physically exhausted. He knew she would sleep through the night. He knew he would not.
He thought of the joy he had earlier that night. He had shared Kate's lust in the fish bowl. He had felt joy, as he saw her shine. He thought to himself, She is not just pretty. She is beautiful.
He felt her lust. He felt satisfaction, knowing that he brought it about. He was sure, he would have a long term relationship with her. He wanted to hold her in his arms. He wanted to kiss her.
He would settle for less. He was sure he would lose her, if she ever saw him. He wanted to cry for his loss of joy. It had been a long time since he had felt Joy.
He remembered it in detail. He had run it through his mind, so many times. The memories brought him no passion. They did bring him pleasure. He had found passion, and lust, when he found Helen. She had brought joy into his life.
Helen was not impressed with his wealth. She had wealth of her own. She was as competent in the business world, as Ellis was. They met at a social business function. They were comfortable together. They had both expended their youthful lust. It was a more mature relationship. They began to get serious about each other. Ellis knew he had to tell her of his sexual preferences.
Ellis had told her at an intimate dinner in an exclusive restaurant. He felt awkward and embarrassed. He rarely felt that way. The dinner was almost over. He just sort of blurted it out. It was easy, once he started.
"Some women have left my life, when I told them of my sexual preferences. Some thought they were kinky. I guess they were right. I am quite demanding in the bedroom. I demand obedience. I use a whip to obtain that obedience."
Once he had said it, he began to blush. He hoped Helen would not be frightened away. He did not want to lose her. Helen continued eating, while she thought about it. She flushed with sexual excitement. She blushed as she spoke.
"You may have me for the weekend. You'll take me out Friday night. You'll capture me after our date. You will have breakfast with me Sunday morning, eye to eye just like right now. There are ground rules. You may not actually hurt me. If I say your name, and the word no. You will stop. The game will be over."
Helen narrowed her eyes. Her voice was serious.
"It is a game only. Outside the game you will never control me, or order my obedience. If you ever hit me outside of the game, I'm out of here. Do we have an agreement?"
Ellis was shocked. The sex god smiled on Ellis. He had a hard time believing his luck.
"You seem to know a lot about this."
"Yes, I do. I'm not a virgin. I am a woman. I will not pretend to be a girl. If you want to fuck a girl, I'm out of here. Do not sidestep the question. Do we have a deal?"
"Yes we do. I'll pick you up for our date, Friday at six."
Ellis thought about that night. Helen's demands were not much different than Kate's were. Ellis could meet Helen's demands. He knew he could not meet Kate's demands.
The week before he was to capture Helen, he could not concentrate on his work. Wednesday afternoon he left his office with instructions, he would not be back until Monday. He spent the night in his beach house.
The next day was spent in the hardware store, and his beach house. The house was secluded. There were no neighbors close. He had never entertained this way in his home. He had always gone to Evelyn's whore house.
He had entertained many women in his bed. They were all standard sex. He found both pleasure, and passion, in the affairs. His lust only came with a whip in his hand, and a woman kneeling at his feet.
The preparation of his beach house, was just as precise as his business was. When he was finished he could bind Helen in every room of the house. He had chain's, collars, and small padlocks. In the den he erected a pulley from the ceiling, with a small electric wench behind the couch.
He felt good with the preparation he had made. He went back to the city. He was just as thorough, as he assembled his bondage equipment and his sex toys. Friday afternoon he spent his time in a day spa. He received deluxe treatment. He even fucked one of the attendants.
He assembled all of his equipment into the limo. He gave special instruction to his driver. He picked up Helen. They dined and danced. He captured her in the back of the limo. The driver took no notice of any of it, as he drove to the beach house. Ellis had two hours alone with her on the trip.
When they got to the edge of the city, Helen looked out the window.
"Where are we going. We are way past my house."
Ellis smiled, as he raised the security windows.
"You are not going home to night. You're spending the night with me."
"Take me home immediately. This is not funny."
"I must insist."
Ellis opened the small compartment next to his seat. He produced a set of padded wrist restraints that snapped together. He threw them to Helen, with a leering smile.
"Put them on your wrists, or I will. I will not be gentle, if I do."
Helen threw them at Ellis.
"Not a chance in hell."
Ellis slapped her. He pulled her to the floor . Ellis sat on her back as he captured her hands. Ellis secured the padded cuffs to her wrists. He snapped them together. Helen screamed. Ellis pulled her up onto her knees.
"Shut up bitch."
Ellis punctuated his command, with a slap to her face. Helen stopped screaming.
"Let me go. Now."
Ellis said nothing. He slapped her again. Ellis began to fondle her body. She glared at him as she did.
"You'll get no satisfaction from me."
Ellis slapped her again.
"Each one gets harder."
Ellis went back to his inspection of her body, with his hands. Helen glared at him. She did not speak. Ellis was in no hurry in his play. He caressed her breasts through the thin material of her blouse. She wore no bra. Her full breasts needed no support.
Ellis aroused Helen's nipples to erection. Helen continued to glare at Ellis. She was coldly determined not to respond. She had already lost the fight. Her vagina was on Ellis' side. Ellis saw the vein on her neck throbbing. He knew her heart was beating fast.
Ellis pulled her blouse out of her belt. He tore the blouse open. He took her erect nipple into his mouth. He bit it sharply. He did the same thing to her other nipple. Tears filled her eyes. She glared at him. Ellis opened his shirt. He pulled Helen to him. He pressed her breasts to his chest, as he kissed her unresponsive mouth.
Ellis was in no hurry. He slid his hands slowly up her thighs. He slid her tight skirt up with his hands. He slid the skirt up over the swell of her hips. He slid his hands, over the silk covered globes of her ass. He continued to kiss her unresponsive lips.
"You will be much more responsive, with a red ass."
"Go to hell."
