Brandi was obviously tired from the drive, and from being up all night. But she was also excited, so she took the time to whip me, fuck me in the ass with a dildo, make me suck it, make me drink her piss, make me eat food off the floor, and constantly shock my balls, or vibrate my butt plug, with the remotes. When she gave me a command, I didn't know if I was supposed to say "yes ma'am" or something similar, so I didn't say anything; I just did what I was told. So at one point, she said, "I really like how you don't talk. I don't really want my boyfriend to talk. I just want him to do as he's told. And you do that. I like that. I'm not interested in anything you have to say, anyway."
It was nearly noon before she began to get sleepy, so she announced we were going to bed. She had kept the collar and leash on me, and when she got in bed, she wore nothing but a shirt. She pulled my leash, to lead my face between her thighs and up to her hairy pussy. "Eat your girlfriend out," she said, and tugged on the leash, keeping a rhythm as I licked her. She tasted very strong and musky; it was quite a contrast from Ms. Smeltzer's pussy, which was always fresh and clean (and shaved). She lay back and relaxed as I serviced her, saying, "Ohhhhhh. Mmmmmmm, yes. Please your girlfriend."
After she came once, while still holding my leash, she flipped herself over, to lie on her stomach. She pulled the leash again, and this time pulled my face into her huge ass. It was even bigger than Dale's. My head must have looked like she had a peach between her cheeks. She made me tongue her asshole, telling me to make sure I continued to do it until she was asleep, and then I could lay my head down on "my girlfriend's butt" and use it for a pillow.
During Brandi's visit, Ms. Smeltzer played a supporting role, allowing Brandi to direct all the action. If I had to pick one word which best summarized Ms. Smeltzer's overall style, in terms of how she treated me, it would be 'terrifying'. She was a truly frightening, unpredictable maniac who had put me through the most traumatic and hellacious experiences of my life. Just a month or two before Brandi came along, Ms. Smeltzer got very drunk on wine one night and put me in elaborate bondage, with a dildo in my mouth that she warned me not to spit out. Then she put me in the bathtub and, while I lay helpless, she filled up the water and stood over me, drinking wine and savoring my frightened face, with her evil smirk. When the water reached the level of my mouth, she pulled the dildo out and said, "Bye bye Davey. It's been nice destroying you." I tried desperately to raise my face out of the water, but soon I had to hold my breath, as the water covered my mouth and nose, and my wide eyes looked up at her through the water. I thought, This is it. This psychotic sadist is the last person I'll ever see. She's grown tired of me, so now she's killing me. When I could no longer hold my breath, water rushed into my mouth and nostrils, and I started bucking and thrashing wildly. Just then she reached in and yanked on my collar, and pulled me up, so she could enjoy watching me spit and cough, and choke and gasp for the next ten minutes.
So I had to admit Brandi's overall style was a huge improvement, even though I found her so thoroughly unattractive. The best word to describe Brandi's style was 'smothering' (literally and figuratively). She loved the fact that I was smaller and weaker, and that she could lead me around and just treat me like a plaything, or a piece of furniture. She enjoyed having me lie on the couch with my arms beside me, while she would sit on my stomach and chest. Her weight already made it hard to breathe, but then she might lay her big, meaty hand on my mouth and make it even harder. She loved making me just lie there and suffer in silence, while she watched TV, or talked with Ms. Smeltzer, or talked on the phone. She liked sitting on my face as well, both for her sexual pleasure, and just to enjoy her still, suffering "boyfriend", powerless under her large frame.
Whereas nothing gave Ms. Smeltzer more pleasure than to see me crying, screaming, squealing, or looking at her with terrified eyes, Brandi's enjoyment came from my stoic acceptance of anything she wanted to do. "I just love how he's so wimpy and I can just do whatever I want. Oh god, it just makes me hot. And with this thing on his dick, it's like he doesn't even have a dick. I'll never even need to think about pleasing him. It's like he's a doll and doesn't even need sex, so I can just focus on my own pleasure."
So on Wednesday when Ms. Smeltzer came home from work, she asked Brandi if she'd like to take me back to Keenesburg to stay there for a while. She eagerly agreed. I had mixed feelings about that. (Not that my feelings mattered one iota.) On one hand, I found everything about Brandi annoying, and she was ugly to me. But on the other hand, at least I didn't have to worry about her doing something that would make me fear for my life!
Ms. Smeltzer gave Brandi "tools" she would need, like collar and leash, remotes, etc. If she gave Brandi the key to my chastity tube, I didn't see her do it. And I certainly didn't ask, because #1, Ms. Smeltzer had long ago forbidden me to even bring it up, and #2, Brandi preferred that I never open my mouth to utter anything.
On that Wednesday night, I sat beside Brandi in the front passenger seat of her car for the ride to Keenesburg. She had a compact car, and her huge frame seemed almost to spill over into my seat. Her presence loomed large right beside me. She smoked cigarettes all the way there, and though her window was cracked, she made me keep mine rolled up. She would also purposely blow smoke at my head, and expected me to just sit there still and look dumb while she tormented me with it. She played music loud, and sang out of key, thoroughly enjoying the ride. When we stopped, she would get fast food, and when we got back on the road, I'd have to feed it to her while she drove. Now and then she'd say, "Mmm. That's really good, here, take a bite," and she'd spit her half-chewed food into her hand, and make me eat it out of her hand. Then I'd hear her loud, abrasive laugh.
Thursday morning, we reached her house in Keenesburg just as her parents were getting up to get ready for work. She put the collar and leash on me, and led me through the front door, through the living room, yanking on my leash and pulling me with her into the kitchen, where her parents were having breakfast. I struggled to keep my balance until she came to a stop. "Mom, Dad," she said, "This is my boyfriend Davey. Don't be offended if he doesn't say hello, he's never allowed to talk."
I don't know if *I* should have been offended, but I wasn't surprised when neither of them said hello to me. Her dad said, "Ha. Jesus Christ. You found you a pussywhipped one, huh?"
"Uh huh," Brandi said, smiling. "I love it. He just does whatever he's told. It's great."
Her mother just shook her head, and chuckled.
Brandi said, "Oh my god, Mom, I have to show you this, look." She undid my belt and unfastened my pants. I just stood there, unresisting, looking and feeling like a moron, but by now that feeling was very familiar.
"Ummmm... what are you doing?" her mom asked.
"Just look, you gotta see this." She pulled my pants and underwear down to reveal my steel chastity tube. Then she took me by the shoulders to turn me around so they could see my butt plug. Finally, she demonstrated the ball-shocking remote, and her parents watched me grunt and wince while she shocked me and pierced the room with her hearty, annoying laugh.
