As Kysia looked at Sawyer, her breath intensified. She couldn't wait to put him in a chastity belt. God, she couldn't wait. Kysia's ex-husband, Bramwell, had gone out of his mind in chastity.
Kysia would leave Bramwell in the belt for two to six weeks at a time, and parade around in front of him wearing only panties and maybe a little mauve low cut T-shirt with the sleeves cut off Yes and her boobs spilling all over the place, and Bramwell, whose dick was almost breaking the device, would just weep!
Kysia recalled that she'd put poor Bramwell in a tiny tube once, one of those evil "teeth" chastity tubes with the little needles and then she'd stripped fully naked and crawled all over Bramwell, kissing him and telling him how hot he was till he begged her to stop.
"What, Bramwell?" Kysia was all innocence. "Don't you love me? Don't you want me to kiss you?" What could the poor guy say? Tears streaming down his face, and he was so in love with her the months in chastity almost broke him, poor baby.
Bramwell was just possessed by Kysia's curvy breasts, she remembered, almost as much as Sawyer was now Kysia loved to wear bikini tops and cut off shorts, and graze Bramwell as he was doing the dishes he'd look at them hungrily, and she'd just laugh!
At one point, Kysia put Bramwell in a Prince Albert piercing. The benefit of this was, his dick was locked in the little loop, but she had full access to thrash it with whatever implement she had in her possession, but if she left Bramwell alone, he couldn't masturbate which is all he wanted! Since he couldn't fuck her very often, of course.
Once every two months, Kysia would take Bramwell out of chastity and let him fuck her it was his only orgasm, and it was quite a lovely slam. But then she became bored with this, and relegated him to a quick jerk-off time.
Poor Bramwell! He was a brilliant man, a chemist, but he really had no idea of how to handle Kysia, who had left the 9th grade to become a waitress, and then a dominant bitch (which paid better, really it did)
Yes, rubbing Bramwell's dick, cruelly bowed in the Prince Albert piercing (locked from his tip to his balls) was quite fun, and arousing and painful to poor Bramwell. But you know, it makes a man appreciate you and sometimes Kysia would whip Bramwell's locked dick with a high heel and he would scream like an opera singer!
When it came time for Bramwell to cum, Kysia never made it easy. It was always a bargain and after months of chastity, Bramwell would do anything. She once made Bramwell suck off Elijah, a slave of her cousin Gertrude, and Gertrude's lover Hilda.
The two men, both had been in chastity for quite some time, and the ladies made them lie on the floor in a 69 position and suck each other off. "And remember, boys, if one of you cums first and isn't horny anymore, you still have to suck the other off we don't care how heterosexual you are!"
Sometimes she'd just rub her nyloned heels on his cock as Bramwell was tied down on the floor slowly, while she thumbed the pages of a magazine. After three hours of this, he shot up like Old Faithful! Then there was fucking a knothole on the cellar floor of his old Colonial mansion
Making Bramwell, who was a shy man jerk off in front of a window at his workplace at the Buttermilk Bishop's Conference, was fun, too. She'd had him jerk off under a table at his father's retirement dinner, and let their cats scratch his dick as he was tied down, until he'd cum once.
Kysia had learned early that if a man was orgasm free long enough, he would be horny enough to cum with almost any stimulation, once the belt was off!
Towards the end of their marriage, when Kysia had begun getting bored, she'd started putting Bramwell in drag and having one of her boyfriends fuck him in the ass while he sucked the other, as a daisy chain thing that being the price of an orgasm after four months chastity!
When she'd divorced Bramwell, his bank accounts empty, Kysia had watched him sob in the parking lot. There would never be another like her that was for sure!
Yes, Kysia would really enjoy working poor Sawyer here over what an awesome husband he would make!
Hamlet, He Ain't
Sawyer McDivitt howled as Kysia brought the Spencer paddle down on his welted bottom for the thirty-eighth time. WHACK! Tears rolled down his cheeks, and he writhed, naked on the bed in their motel room. His cock was quite hard though, and was being stimulated as he rubbed it against the sheets.
"What a weeping little crybaby you are, Sawyer." Kysia said contemptuously. "How many is it now? What do you say?"
"Th-thirty-eight (sob) Thank you Miss Kys-Kysia (sob)". Sawyer was almost hysterical. The Spencer paddle, filled with holes so it would not be deterred by air, was a tough and unforgiving instrument but he knew that Kysia was giving him a thrashing to make him tough, so he would be able to stand up to his parents when he presented her as his bride-to be.
Earlier, Sawyer had looked at Kysia with love and a little terror, she didn't look happy, and when she wasn't happy no one was!
"So we're going to see your folks this afternoon, and you have told me all about how your daddy used to whip you with a belt to keep you in line, but I hope you don't think he's the boss now, Sawyer, do you?" Kysia raised her left eyebrow.
When Mistress Cezanne had set him up with Kysia Cez had said "This will be a great match. Sawyer, you're an airhead playboy, and Kysia is a redheaded temper-filled dominant, just what you need we used to call her Mistress Rooster because her hair was so red, and she was so hot-headed!"
And dating Kysia had been so incredible. His pain threshold was weak, and Sawyer had seen Kysia disciplining her female submissive, Fabliesse, the Brazilian "scullery maid" who also was an international banker when she wasn't cowering before Kysia!
Sawyer had watched, dumbfounded, as Kysia had viciously flogged Fabi's full 34 DD breasts with a willow switch as the girl had knelt, biting her lip and never making a sound. Stoicism was this girl's watchword it was amazing!
"You'll never be as tough as Fabi" Kysia had laughed as Sawyer's eyes had widened and his stomach lurched as he gazed at the heavy welts on Fabi's boobs. She was right. Sawyer would never be man enough to take that without crying.
And Kysia was just remarkable, she looked like Jessica Rabbit from the movie Long, flowing red hair and a figure that was incredible!
And when Kysia said she didn't think Sawyer was man enough to tell his folks that he was marrying a commoner, he silently agreed with her, but insisted he was up to the task.
"Kysia, you are the boss, of course. But he'll love you, he really will, my Dad will, I'm sure of it. He's just concerned about my trust fund from Gramps."
It was trueÂalthough Sawyer's dad was in sales for an electronics company, he and Sawyer and all members of the McDivitt family were recipients of income from McDivitt's Mac Ale, made by the biggest brewery in the state, and Dad was on the lookout for golddiggers impressed by his son's BMW and cash reserves.
Sawyer "Worked" as a professional surfer, race car driver, hang glider, ski bum and polo player and this expended far more financial resources than it absorbed. Maintaining race cars and stabling polo ponies was especially onerous, dollar wise.
But hey, Sawyer was no longer spending thousands a year on professional dominatrixes, right? He was marrying a girl who understood!
But Kysia had said, "I'm just worried, Sawyer that your father won't let you marry me, since you are afraid of him, clearly." She paused, tucking in her Lycra top so her cleavage swelled and her breasts were more prominent.
"Well, part of the problem is, my dad's trustee? Boothby Beaminister? I call him Uncle Booth, but we're not really related. But Uncle Booth's son, Beaumont, he and I party a lot together, and so Uncle Booth knows that I um, am a little wasteful and he probably warned my Dad they're worried about money, I've made mistakes with women in the past, you know? Me and Beau, we went out with some wild chicks, and once Beau hit one with his car, and that cost some bucks " Sawyer smiled vacantly.
"So you really ARE under your dad's thumb" Kysia shook her head.
"I'm not under his thumb." Sawyer was not overly bright, and had a weak chin, but he tried to straighten up and have good posture then to impress his girl!
But Kysia's eyes gleamed. "I think you need to prove that you're a tough guy to me. "She had stood and taken the thick Spencer paddle that terrified Sawyer so much, off the dresser.
"Remove your clothes, Sawyer. You're a bit of a brat, and I want to see if you're my brat or your father's. Can you take punishment without crying like a faggot? Let's see."
"B-but Kysie, honey, I love you" babbled Sawyer. "I'll stand up to my f-father really I will" He knew how the Spencer felt, and it wasn't nice. Why did she want to punish him now, to torture him right before he saw the folks, so he'd have to Visine his eyes to keep from letting Mom know he'd been crying?
"You couldn't stand up to a hamster" Kysia had snapped coldly, tapping the paddle in her palm. "Get your clothes off now!"
And, as Kysia slammed the paddle for the fiftieth time on Sawyer's bleeding, broken bottom, she realized how true this was what a wimp!
Just Before Lunch
Kysia clicked off her cell phone, waiting for Sawyer to hang up with his parents. She had been talking to her old boyfriend Corvallis "Corv the Morgue" Murdstone, who was now Lady Corvina, professional submissive and occasional cocktail waitress. Corvina was so easy Kysia wondered what had happened to her other boys, who'd become Chelsea, Chloe, and Jordana and what would she do with her gorgeous Sawyer?
Sawyer hung up the phone and looked at Kysia excitedly. "My parents are going to meet us at Maguire's; I'm so excited you're going to meet them! And of course I am not going to let my dad push me around" He paused. "But I'm so nervous. My dad is a bit of a martinet, really stern, I mean."
