Victoria Gets Punished
Victoria unlocked the front door, she was late home from work. As was the norm, she was wearing her power suit, a crisp black bolero jacket and semi transparent white blouse, a pencil skirt not too short, with a slit up the back. She never left the house without stockings and matching black underwear. Her face was made up immaculately with slightly slutty red lipstick on her mouth to show her dominance over the weak men that worked for her in her high powered job.
She glanced nervously around as she walked in the front door, in case Ian was around. She sighed with relief as she couldn't see him or hear him inside the house. He habitually parked his car in the garage and she didn't see his car keys in the tray by the door.
Her dripping pussy was wet with the spunk of the two young interns that she had chosen to satisfy her in the office earlier, and her pussy lips were swollen and aching.
She needed a drink and a bath.
Where was that sissy slut slave Billie when you needed her? Victoria would need to remember to punish the lazy faggot bitch later with the spiked cock cage.
In the meantime she would have to run her own bath she supposed.
As she climbed the stairs to go to the bathroom she heard a noise.
It came from the spare bedroom. She crept hesitantly towards the door of the room that Billie spent his nights in when he wasn't in his usual cage in the corner of Ian and Victoria's room.
As she turned the door handle she heard Ian's voice, too late for her to retreat now, she opened the door.
There stood Ian, his face red with rage, Billie draped over the punishment trestle with her arms tied to the steel restraints, his girly pussy in the air crimson with welts from her masters belt.
Ian let another blow crash down on the weeping and sobbing sissy.
As Victoria entered, Ian turned quickly in the spot.
"So here is the slut late home from work again and dressed like the office whore she is!"
"Which of the poor excuses for men did this bike shag today then?"
Victoria tried to turn away but Ian caught her with a slash of his belt, breaking skin on her white powdered face.
She screamed but before she could get away Ian hand grabbed her with his muscular arms and dragged her into the centre of the room where the wooden cross was erected.
He strapped her to the cross using the leather thongs that hung there, brutally over tightening them and raising welts on her slender wrists.
"Please Ian, I haven't done anything wrong," she pleaded.
"Please let's talk."
On that Ian slapped her hard across her red smeared lips, "Shut up you cunt, I know you've been shagging again, you are a slut and always have been!"
Ian stuffed a ball gag into her mouth before she could beg any further. Again tightening the straps so hard Victoria could hardly breath.
"This sissy cunt I caught going through your knicker drawers again."
"She knows the penalty for that, a good whipping. But to make things worse she was sucking on my boxers while she tried to play with her sissy clit inside her cock cage."
"What a stupid cunt Billie is."
"But to add insult to injury the whore Victoria walks in two hours late, no dinner on the table and walking like she's fucked for a fortnight."
"Your shaking your head are you?"
Ian yanks up Victoria's skirt, she is wild eyed with fear.
Ian grabs at here scanty panties, ripping them as he pulls them with force from her body.
He holds them, disgusted look on his still furious face.
"They are soaked you slut!"
He waves them under Billie's nose.
"Smell these faggot, tell me what your expert panty sniffing snout finds there."
Billie buries his nose in the lace panties, frustrated that her humiliating punishment has been interrupted, but slathering with anticipation of what is going to happen. She has seen master Ian in this mood before.
"It's man spunk master Ian, there is hunk juice all over Lady Victoria's panties master. "
Ian turns again to confront his slag of a partner.
"You know what this means Victoria, I warned you what would happen if I caught your slutty whore arse fucking without my permission again didn't I?"
He gave Victoria two swipes of the belt, one across her heaving breasts and one across her ample thighs.
"Billie you sissy whore, you know what needs to be done, master does not soil his hands with a cunt that is covered in stinking cum."
He said this as he untied Billie from the trestle, whacking her girly bottom twice with the belt just to emphasise his mood.
"Start with the worthless cunts clothes sissy."
Billie relished turning from sub to domme, especially as Lady Victoria was such a bitch to her, feeding the dog's leftovers to her in a bowl in her cage when her master wasn't looking. Smacking her caged clit every night before she locked Billie up for the night in the corner of their bedroom, hooding her so that the sissy couldn't see Ian and the slut shagging.
Ian turned to the wall with all the torture devices.
"Mm which shall we use nancy girl, the knife I cut you with when you've been really bad, or the shears I use to trim your sissy pubes? Let's go for the knife. Fetch it slave."
Billie jumped to Ian's command and removed the deadly blade from its sheath on the wall, manys a time Master had sliced into Billie's buttocks with that honed knife when Billie, normally on purpose' had pushed her master, beyond his limits.
She held the knife lightly in his hand awaiting instruction from her master.
"Well don't just stand there you sissy cunt, slash the slag's jacket and skirt from her body, now sissy!"
Billie stepped forward enjoying the feeling of power coursing through her sissy faggot bones.
She slashed twice to remove the jacket, cutting into Victoria's skin on her stomach on the second pass causing her to since and scream silently into her ball gag.
The second two sweeps removed the pencil skirt from his now struggling mistress, she was tightening all her bonds by squirming backwards and forwards inflicting more pain in her already bleeding wrists and ankles.
Again Billie nicked some skin on the whore's thigh, served her right for pissing in Billie's dog drinking bowl.
Ian stood back to admire Billie's work.
"Now sissy, rip your ex mistresses whore's blouse off and the tart's bra beneath."
Billie used her bare hands to carry out her masters orders, making good use of the manicured bright red nails she had. She didn't care if she tore into Victoria's tits and stomach as she shred the offending articles, leaving trickles of blood flowing in the gashes she left behind.
Victoria was now insane with fear, her eyes bulging and glancing from Billie to Ian, not knowing what was going to happen next.
With the facade of her designer gear gone from her body you could now see that Victoria had let herself go over the last few years as she had enjoyed a rich whore's life, over indulging in wine and spunk.
Her stomach sagged and wobbled as she struggled again with her bonds. Her tits, massive but slightly sagging toward her ample belly. Her inner thighs were flabby and etched with cellulite, yet she was still a sexy bitch to look at.
