After she finished her bath, Wendy dressed in a loose sweat suit without any underwear. She waited to for her brother Ted to return home so she could report how she had been abused by his friend Norm and also Norm's cousin, Barbara. The phone rang. When Wendy answered it, there was a moment of silence; then a weak, but still recognizable voice spoke.
"Please don't hang up, Wendy; it's me, Norm."
"What do you want, you creep," Wendy replied. "I'm sitting here waiting for Ted to get back from work. Maybe you should use this time to leave town."
"Please, Wendy, listen to me. Barbara and her family have already gone away. They told my parents an emergency came up. They're gone, all of them. Barb and her family started this whole business, and I... uh... just got caught up in it. I couldn't help myself... and... I st-started... t-to... l-like it."
Wendy could hear his voice breaking up until she was hearing sobs coming from the phone. She was without pity after the treatment she had received from Norm and Barbara. She did, however, enjoy the cringing, servile tone in Norm's voice. She listened as he whimpered and begged once again for a reprieve.
"Wendy," he whined. "I'll show you. My parents are going out tomorrow for most of the day. If you come over, I'll let you do whatever you want, but, please, don't tell your brothers or anyone else what I did."
"I'd have to be crazy to be alone with you," Wendy shouted angrily into the telephone. "You are just looking for an opportunity to get me in your power and take your revenge for what I did to you."
"No, please, Wendy," Norm begged. "It's the other way around; I want to be in YOUR power. I want to be your slave."
"What!" Wendy exclaimed. You want to be MY slave? You must be so whacked out, you jerk." Even as she denounced the idea, Wendy was attracted to it. He seemed to be truthful, if she could believe his obsequious tone. Maybe this could lead to some fun. She had actually liked him until that afternoon's events.
"Wendy, it's the only way for me; I don't just like it; I NEED it," he mumbled. "Please, give me a chance, one chance, and I'll show you. You won't be sorry, please."
Wendy, growing up with two older brothers, always felt that she was the lowest on the family totem pole. It did not matter how well she was treated; she always felt inferior to her brothers and her parents. In her own mind she was the underdog. Even on her dates she usually felt subordinate to her boyfriends. Usually she realized that this belief was irrational and unsupported by any facts. Now she was faced with a chance to be the boss, the mistress, the order-giver, the top dog. "When and where?" she asked calmly.
"Come to my house at noon. You will see right away that I am sincere. I'll prove it to you. My parents will be gone, and you can do as you please."
Wendy slowly pulled up to Norm's house a few minutes before noon the next day. She was ready to accelerate away quickly if she saw anything suspicious during her surveillance. As her car stopped in front of the driveway, Norm stepped out of the shrubbery by the rear of his house. He was nude and had chains linking his hands and ankles. When he saw Wendy had seen this spectacle, he tossed a key down along the pavement toward her. She pulled forward a few feet and parked. Checking once again for the pepper spray and the short metal pipe in her pockets, Wendy got out of her car. She could deal with him if he tried anything.
When she reached the key, she bent over and picked it up. "We'll stay out of the house for a while, slimeball," Wendy said. "I want to hear more of your pathetic explanation. Go around behind the house."
"Yes, mistress," he mumbled, his head hanging down. She watched as he waddled slowly away from her. Wendy observed that he wasn't faking; he had chained himself so tightly that he could barely walk. She was still worried about the slack in the arm chains. He might be able to throw a loop around her and strangle her or drag her into some hellhole.
"Is this all right, mistress," he asked obsequiously as he stood in the grass behind the house.
"Yes, slimeball, stand there now." Wendy looked around and noticed a stick as thick as a finger lying in the grass a few feet away. She picked it up and waved it around so that it made a swishing sound in the air. "Bend over, slimeball," she said. Norm bent over. She gave him several moderately hard wacks on his bare ass.
"Thank you, mistress," Norm cried out at each sharp swipe.
When she was done, Wendy ordered Norm to turn around. As he turned, she could see that his penis had enlarged somewhat and was angled out from his body.
"Jerk off, slimeball," she directed. "I want to see you do yourself."
One hand immediately wrapped around his cock, and he began to wank himself first to full erection and finally to ejaculation. Wendy watched Norm's face as it contorted more and more as he came closer to his climax. He sighed in relief as he squirted white strings of cum onto the grass.
"Very good, slimeball; now lick it all up. Don't miss any." She had been rather impressed with the size of Norm's swollen prick. It was really too bad that he was such a weird pervert. Making him come should take some of the steam out of him, Wendy thought.
Norm ponderously lowered himself to the ground, clanking and straining his chains, and systematically moved from spot to spot, licking up his semen. He didn't miss a single drop.
"Was that good, you piece of filth?"
"Yes, mistress, it was very good. Thank you so much."
"Explain yesterday to me, slimeball."
"Your brother mentioned that he had seen you naked and that you teased him with your tits at breakfast. I told Barbara... my cousin, and she said we should get you alone and punish you for being a slut... I didn't use that word; she said it. Then, when Ted had to go to work, we knew we had a chance. Barbara told me what to do and say. She and her parents have been telling me what to do and say all week, and I must always follow their orders."
"What was happening with the parents?" Wendy asked.
"They brought all those sex toys that you saw, and they used them on me and on each other. Wendy and her mom are dominant females and her dad and I were submissive males," Norm explained. "I had never heard of this stuff before, but it filled a big void, like something I had always been missing in my life. It was very strange; I was suffering, but at the same time, I never felt so much pleasure. I went along with it because I liked it so much. I felt sick afterwards, the first few times, but after that..."
"You are a sick, disgusting piece of shit, Norm!" Wendy shouted. "What happened after I left yesterday?"
"I walked to another cabin and used the telephone. My aunt and uncle came out, packed up their junk, and left with my cousin. They dropped me off."
"No, slimeball," Wendy said. "What happened right after I left you two?"
"Barbara cut herself loose and then unlocked me."
"And then..." Wendy said. "Tell me the truth."
"We did it, just as you said. Barbara and I fucked."
Wendy laughed. "You two are so pathetic," she said. "I bet it was up her tight, little ass too, wasn't it?"
"Yes, that's how it finally ended up," Norm mumbled humbly. He smiled faintly and said with some enthusiasm. "Look on the back steps; I bought something this morning for you to use."
Wendy carefully backed away from him a few steps and then walked over to the porch. On the top step were a dog collar and a leash. The collar was decorated with metal studs. She picked up the collar and leash and returned to Norm.
"These are so nice," she said sarcastically.
Norm missed her tone. "Yes," he said enthusiastically, "I took my time this morning and picked them out especially for us. They were expensive, but well worth it. Quality is so important."
Well isn't that so sweet, Wendy thought. What a fucking lunatic! "Yes, slimeball, they're beautiful," she replied, not trying to conceal her sarcasm. She walked around behind him and put the collar around his neck. She felt like making it really tight until he choked, but relented so that she could amuse herself further. She attached the leash.
"Thank you, mistress."
Wendy looked down at Norm's butt. The red marks were still quite apparent from the caning. She pulled on the leash and made Norm hobble around the yard after her while she surveyed the area. His neighborhood was composed of a few houses located rather far apart. Everything would be very private. She was now determined to have fun, but she knew not to let her guard down.
"What would you like to do next, slimeball?" Wendy asked. "You owe me big for what he did to me yesterday."
"I want to lick your feet, mistress, if a may."
Wendy led Norm over to a wooden lawn chair. "Lie down," she ordered. When he was down on his stomach, she sat and put her hand into her pocket on the pepper spray. "OK, slimeball, get to work." Norman pulled himself forward and began unlacing her walking shoes. He removed her socks and inched forward so that his face was over her bare feet. Wendy felt his wet tongue begin to lick, but it was so light that it was tickling her. "Harder," she ordered.
Norm cleaned each foot with his tongue and mouth. He licked between each toe; he sucked each toe for several minutes as he laved it with his tongue; and he thoroughly swabbed the tops and bottoms of each foot. When he finished with the second foot, the first was dry, and he put her sock and shoe on. He blew on the second to dry it and also restored that sock and shoe. She felt another wetness; it was between her thighs.
