"Lisa, you should either give in or be sure you'll hold your ground. I've known Mr. Wagner to be an expert at getting what he wants and much more than others want to give," warned Owen.
"If that's the case, then why don't you help me?"
"Partly because of the nasty things you said to Mr. Wagner. And mostly because it's bloody fun to watch!" We all laughed as I agreed wholeheartedly.
"No, I absolutely refuse!"
"I'll respect that," said Mr. Wagner.
"I have my slave here. He will do as I tell him. Slave," she looked at me sternly, "I can see how much you're enjoying this. Come over here with that tool of yours and finish me off."
I was at the ready and gladly flew to her rescue. Well, flew as much as anyone in handcuffs and ankle irons, towards her. They all laughed at my awkward progress. As I went to plunged in I started spewing my cum! My mind was blown at being able to press her into the wall and feel her body being squeezed. But the excitement was too much and I was mortified at having an uncontrolled ejaculation. As I started to soften, her frustration overcame her as her invective came my way. The others were laughing heartily.
"Sorry, sorry. It was too much," was all I could babble out.
"I guess I should be off," Mr. Wagner laughed.
Pain crossed Lisa's face. As Mr. Wagner turned to leave, Lisa started pleading. "Mr. Wagner, sir, I'm very sorry for everything I've said. I desperately need you to finish what you started. Can you lift up my breasts so that I can suck them for you?" Knowing how much she would hate to do that told me just how desperate she really was. I waited anxiously to see what Mr. Wagner would do.
He turned around and smiled. "Young woman, I'll only do that if you give me something that'll make sure you never insult me again. I desperately (he smiled slyly) need to know I can finish what we've started without you changing your mind and without being cruel to me. And if you do I want something that can force you to change it back and do my will."
As much as I liked seeing Lisa squirm, I didn't want her to squirm at his beck and call.
There was silence. "I'm not sure what you mean. I sure am happy for you to have more fun with my breasts."
He looked at her sternly. "You know, my philosophy is that breasts are on women who must be respected. You have two wondrously large silky smooth, lusciously soft and delightfully pendulous breasts." Mr. Wagner caressed the bottoms of her breasts and then lifted them up. "Any woman who lets a man play with such exquisite examples should be duly rewarded." His hand went down and presumably pressed against Lisa's bare vagina. The motion of his arm said he was then rubbing it. Lisa started breathing deeply and her face become relaxed with pleasure. "Tits, on the other hand, are on women who play hard to get, keep changing their minds or are cruel to men. They need to be treated like whores; to be put into to a gutter lower than the insults they hurtle at men; to be trapped into submitting to the whims of others no matter how degrading or humiliating."
Lisa started to grimace. "I'll never go so low for a bit of release I need. But I will let you play with them for suitable reward."
"Even from an old pervert are like me."
"Oh I didn't really mean that. You're not an old pervert."
"Then I'm happy to continue what we've started once you give me some assurance you won't change your mind again." Oh he was being tricky. I could tell where this was leading and didn't want to go there.
"No, Lisa stop now." I got down on my knees. "I'll use my tongue to give you the orgasm you're craving. Don't let yourself be blackmailed into being his plaything."
"Oh, shut up, slave. I can handle myself," barked Lisa. "Can someone put a sock in his mouth? I don't want to be disturbed again." Owen quickly picked up his boxer shorts and stuck them in my mouth. I didn't know which was worse: the taste or the humiliation. It didn't matter as I was stuck being just an observer.
"So, would a testimonial like my little slave just gave be sufficient assurance," Lisa queried coyly.
"Only if I can use it to blackmail you into utter submission to the whims of an old, lecherous pervert with a slimly, sickly tongue who stinks worse than a toilet and tastes worse than a rotting corpse and is a greasy, weaselly measly bastard with scalely creepy hands to boot should you fail to live up to your side of the bargain" Lisa grimaced at what she had said. "It'll have to be damn good to make up for that." Mr. Wagner smiled.
Lisa licked her lips and looked thoughtful. I could only hope she was considering the cost of agreeing to Mr Wagner's offer of release. "As much as I hate what I'm about to say and what you do, I will give you access to manhandle my breasts anyway you want for the next month if I can take a promise that you will manhandle my vagina as you've just done so that I orgasm after each session. But I want on film that you agree to everything I just said about you."
"Young lady, you're the one asking me to pleasure you and who has repeatedly changed her mind. You're not in a position to bargain. I'm happy to leave right now as I've been fully satisfied." He smiled as Lisa grimaced. "And since you're still pushing me, I will accept a month of full, unfettered access at my discretion to play with your breasts, but I will want a month of Sundays where I use the recording to force you into submitting your tits and yourself to my whims if you change your mind and refuse me access."
That sounded scary and lopsided to me. But Lisa probably thought this too. "So for the next month you'll treat me as a woman as long as I allow you to play with my breasts and then you'll provide a Thank You. But if I refuse you, you want me to turn myself into your whore for a month of Sundays? That's petty extreme."
"That's right," he said as he brushed her vagina. "But as long as you don't change your mind, it's not extreme. It all depends on you." He smiled very lecherously!
Lisa took a very deep breath. "Okay, Owen, set up that camera of yours. I'll join my husband in your film catalogue but will ensure it never sees the light of day."
I tried to voice my objection but of course was ignored.
Owen got the camera set up. "As with my sex slave, start just with my head and shoulders and move back when I say." Lisa then started her monologue.
I used to be a typical suburban housewife in full control of herself. Prim, proper and restrained with her body. Women respect their bodies and are very careful about who they allow to enjoy their attributes. They have the dignity to control themselves. But recently I have been taken over by an insatiable desire to play with these wondrously large silky smooth, lusciously soft and delightfully pendulous tits. (
Lisa motioned for Owen to move back to get more of her body in the shot.)
I've had to be strung up like this because the only way I can control myself is to give myself over to others for control. I want to massage my tits endlessly; to push them against my body and then pull them by the nipples for as long as my arm will stretch; to hold a tit up so that I can stuff it in my mouth, suck on my massive nipple so I can give myself the most shattering orgasm of my life. Then I'll do the same with the other tit, as who can resist do something so wonderful again. And again. And again. My sex drive is as big as my tits. It is only matched by my supersized cunt that craves supersized attention. Even now, I want to grab my soft flesh and kneed it like a ball of dough; to pull my tits almost off my body and then jam one into my mouth so I can suck till I fuck my cunt silly. This is why I've handed myself over to Mr. Wagner. If I disobey his commands to control myself, to not allow him to relieve my cravings in a measured way, to revert back to being consumed by my desire to play with my gorgeous knockers, then I accept that he can force me into the gutter where I belong. I would give myself over to be forced into submitting to the whims of others no matter how degrading or humiliating. Mr. Wagner can use this film to blackmail me into being his personal sex doll. It is only with such an extreme threat to denude me of all self-respect do I have any chance to succeed in becoming a woman again. If I fail, then Mr. Wagner can treat me as the whore that I am.
Mr. Wagner smiled broadly He lifted Lisa's right breast. But his left hand went down. He was again playing with Lisa's cunt but making it look like this was what was causing her to orgasm. Lisa couldn't speak. Only moans and heavy breathing passed her tit filled lips. Lisa's body shook violently signifying a wrenching orgasm. Mr. Wagner then switched tits and hands. Lisa again found herself being brought to a shattering climax. Mr. Wagner let her tit fall from her mouth and stepped away. If Lisa wasn't held up by chains, she would have collapsed onto the floor.
