An Old Dog Learns New Trics

Brenda strode into the chamber. When I was hesitant to follow her, she pleasantly told me, "Don't be shy. Come on in. I just have to teach you who is the boss here. I am the dominant one. You must submit to me--in every way." With a smile,, she added, "You will have to do this if you want to keep your home and be able to pay for Mary's treatments." She had me and she knew it. I meekly entered the special chamber.

She led me to a device that was two wooden beams in the shape of an "X." Metal hooks protruded from each of the four corners. Leaving me standing there, she obtained four leather cuffs with metal hooks. Handing them to me one at a time, she had me place them on wrists and ankles. She then attached them to the four corners of the "X," leaving me spreadeagled and exposed. Leaving me there to contemplate my vulnerability, she slowly walked over to a wall which displayed a large number of whips and floggers. Selecting a small whip, she calmly returned to me.

I grunted as she roughly squeezed my cock. It was nothing like the sensation I had experienced when we were making love. Now, she was clearly demonstrating that she was in charge. "This thing is attached to you. But it is now my property. I can do with it as I please." I howled as she demonstrated her superiority by raking the whip across my groin. "Do you agree that I can do this whenever I want? Do you?"

Knowing there was only one correct answer, I mumbled, "Yes."

Again, the whip snapped between my legs. "From now on, you only speak to me when spoken to and you only address me as 'mistress.' Now, ask your mistress to whip your cock."

Swallowing hard, I said mechanically, "Mistress, please whip my cock." Again, the whip snapped against me. "Ask me again," she commanded. With a deep sigh, I got out, "Mistress, please whip my cock again." I struggled against my restraints as the device again found its mark.

Dropping the whip at my feet, Brenda made her way to a table along a far wall. The sound of her heels hitting the hard wood floor echoed through the chamber, adding a 'spooky' feel to the whole experience. She returned holding a vibrator, explaining, "The clients got a good idea of how you can perform from your time with me. Many will also want to get a close view of your erection." Turning it on,, I moaned and struggled against my restraints as she rubbed it across my cock. "Don't fight it. Let it happen," she advised. I could not believe what was happening. Less than twenty-four hours ago, we had been walking around the neighborhood having a pleasant conversation. Now, I was naked, restrained and being aroused to a forced erection.

Sensing just how much I could take, she pulled the humming vibrator away moments before I would have exploded. Leaving me shaking and breathing heavily, she slowly returned the vibrator to its location. Returning with her phone, she took pictures of me as I was restrained. She obtained photos from various angles, always insisting that I look directly at her. To my embarrassment, the pictures also included close-up shots of my throbbing erection.

When she thought that she had enough shots for my new album, she silently released me from the restraints. Taking me by the hand, she led me back out of this chamber and back to her living room where the encounter had begun. Leaning into me, she kissed me lightly on the cheek and told me to get dressed. As I did so, she informed me, "Tim, I am sure that this will be difficult for you at first. But remember. I did not come to you. You came to me. And without my help, you will find yourself homeless and Mary will not get her needed care. Let's face it," she added with a smile, "being the plaything of a different attractive woman every day--and getting paid for it--is not the worst way to make a living."

When I was dressed, she escorted me to the door. with instructions to return at 9:00 the next morning. She would schedule a "meet and greet" for me with some of her local clients. As I walked back to my house, with the realization that it would not be my house much longer if I did not agree to this, I knew that Brenda was right about two things. I really had no choice but to go through with this. And I had to admit that there were worse occupations than being with a different woman every day. The big question was how I would bring this up with Mary. There was no way that I could do that. I would just have to keep it from her.