1.
Dez sits hooded and gagged. Her arms have been cuffed to the chair that she sits in - the perforated metal is cold against her shoulders and the backs of her legs which have been tied to the armrests at the knees. Dez's ankles, in turn, have been shackled to the chair. A small rag sitting in her lap is the only cover she has. Time has become irrelevant but the rough holes in the chair have started to cut deep into her skin. The sharp toe of a woman's shoe rests beneath her sex.
"This is bliss." Dez thinks through her want and ache.
There is the smell of warm air. "Hello," echoes down the hallway. It is the familiar voice of the Mister.
"In here," the woman replies. The foot moves - captive Dez does the only thing she can to show her relief and disappointment - whimper.
"Well what have we been up to today?"
"Training the new kitten. You?"
Nothing nearly as interesting."
Dez hears the sound of zippers and fabric, then a soft masculine grunt. He is being serviced. By the wet sounds of it Mrs. is hungry. "Bend over the chair. Put your hands on the armrests." He orders. Dez feels the warmth from Mrs.' hands so close to her thighs. The chair jolts back as he enters the Mrs. Although, Dez has never taken him she has seen Mister thick and full and tasted his salt while cleaning the Mrs. The hot breathe of the woman in front of her, the woman being fucked at a relentless pace if the chair is any judge, the woman she cannot see or touch makes her sob with need.
Dez's mind races screaming for attention. "Someone touch me, please." She thinks. Fidgeting she tries to get noticed, which she does. A hand jerks hard on her nipple ring. "Still." She draws in a quick breath but the hood and ball only allow so much release. She is as quickly forgotten, as a long string of curses, pleads, and lewd promises laced with terms of endearment rolls out of Mrs. Dez understands her position in this relationship and while she would perform for either one as commanded, especially the Mrs., the intimacy makes her blush.
"Mistress is almost there " Dez's body begins to synch up as Mrs. cums . Her body rocks and her own waters pour out of her as she finds her release. A dominant male sound tells her that it is over.
"Damn, I am good." Mr. jokes laughing, "I was not even fucking her and she came.
"Yes, baby you are a wonderful lover. However -" A hard, unseen smack rattles Dez. "This bitch needs to know mine is the only twat that is allowed to cum, until I say otherwise." The blow caught Dez unready leaving her confused and seeing lights despite the dark hood.
"Easy you'll break her."
"That's the idea. However, you got this creature to agree to be tamed and I can't thank you enough. Mama, would never damage her permanently - but her ass will be broke."
"Take the hood off I want to see her." The room though poorly lit is suddenly bright as Dez's eyes become accustomed to the light. Her tormentor is a heavy breasted woman with full hips wearing only a black bra and heels. She goes to her knees in front of him. He is already solid again but how could he not be with Mrs. serving him. His large cock is devoured completely by her. He looks at Dez to make sure she is watching. After several minutes he says," You'll thank me alright." He pulls away from Mrs. then forces her face down on the bed there is a slight struggle but it is quick. With his hand trapping her head against the mattress. Mr. takes no time sliding his well spittled member inside the woman's thick ass. Again, she thrashes then accepts her position. Soon Dez notice she is finding more than a small bit of pleasure watching the violation After, his second orgasm - the pair both fall asleep still coupled.
Dez nods off. She awakes by her nose being pinched shut followed by the rough removal the gag at the last moment, as her consciousness is almost lost to her again.
Mr. is wrapped in a towel fresh from the shower. "Hello, sleepy head." He says.
"Say hello." Mrs. demands. The gag dangles in her hand.
Dez stammers her jaw almost froze in place by the prolonged gagging, "Hello Mister. Her body screams against the brutality of the chair. She can see the clock but not the time - that is by design. However, the light in the room had changed at least an hour must have passed. Then looking at her Dez begs, "Please."
"She has a new trick she wants to show you."
Dez starts to panic. "No, no, please - anything else I cannot take any more, Mrs."
