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."
Mistress starts to pet Dez's head. "Quiet, easy." Mrs. strokes her nipples lovingly and she calms down. "Really this is the best thing you ever brought me. She is so sweet." She leans over and kisses her deeply. "It is so delightful not to know your name."
"It's ..."
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh--------." She smiles. "Don't tell it makes it so much better." She goes to kiss Dez again - as her lips part and without warning the ball is back in place and being strapped behind her head. "When she is submissive she is wonderful. I hate when she tries to beg off. Dirty little whore pretends not to enjoy it. Like I need its real name to command it." Dez flinches at the indignity of being called "it".
"Start the metronome - the tempo is right."
He reaches over and taps the wand. The tears begin to well in Dez's eyes again.
"Our little slut likes to cum way too much. I came home to find her giving herself pleasure." Mrs. says, "She can't control herself - so, I had to find a way to control her. " She removes the towel and the last bit of modesty Dez had. With two medical forceps and twine she has pulled back her rich pussy lips exposing the clit. It looks like an overripe wild strawberry ready to burst. The area surrounding it is streaked red from her crop work. "Anyway - I thought what I should is to help it be the best slave - it could be. So, I have with its help found its speed." She starts to work Dez's sex with the flexible wand to the beat of the metronome.
"Sorry, still not getting it."
"Her speed. The perfect rate at which to hold interest and yet not provide her O. It is easier to show you." Sweat pours off Dez's skin. With that M steps behind her and begins to whip her clit with perfectly aimed shots. Her whole body starts to struggle to reach the thing that Mrs. is determined to deny. "Watch this."
Intentionally, the stroke stops short. Still Dez reacts as if she never missed a beat. Her pussy flutters as if begging for just one more stroke.
"So how long have you been practicing with this new trick?"
"Oh just hours -"she smiles and begins the torment anew. "That is why the plastic on the floor. The slut just kept cumming so heavily during the first half hour we would have wrecked the carpet - but I knew that it would not want to stop until I was satisfied."
