The Polaroid -- Part 2
This is a continuation of "The Polaroid -- Part 1"
I tried to make it a stand alone, but I really think you will enjoy it more if your read Part 1 first.
This is a violent, non-consensual BDSM story Involving two doms, a sub, and evolving love stories.
Nasty and mean.
If not for you, sorry.
Please look elsewhere.
Written in the style of '60s-'70s erotica.
Please enjoy if this is your thing.
Of course, all above 18.
I would like to thank Steffiebabe's for her invaluable help in editing this.
She is a brilliant resource and I truly appreciate her help and contribution.
Where Were We:
The dildo was still within Beth's delicate vagina but now pulled out with only its head within her. I could see streaks of blood upon the dildo mixed with the juices from Beth's small, tender pussy. By all indications, Angela had just angrily taken Beth's young cherry with the dildo
I stared at the photo examining the streaks of blood and marveling at the audacity of the act. Taking the young girl's virginity with a silicone dildo.,
I called her, "You deflowered her."
"Yes, I was doing you a favor. Got that messy business out of the way. Now she is open and ready for you."
"Did it occur to you that I wanted that privilege?"
"Oh, that's the way a man thinks. Trust me it is better this way."
"We may disagree." And I slammed the phone down angrily. I thought I heard a surprised gasp on the other end as I did.
And We Are Back:
Chapter 5
It took a while until my anger cooled enough to see Angela again.
The hymen of a delicate, young virgin is a prize worth cherishing, and she had denied me that pleasure.
In the back of my mind I held a consequence for her that one day would become a reality.
Yet, Angela was offering the fragile flower of Beth like a wild dog sharing its kill to the pack to feast upon, and I desired to partake in the bounty. I relished the thought of seducing her, no commanding her without care for her mind or body exclusive to my will and needs. Depositing my seed wherever and whenever I preferred.
it was my turn to host a meal, and I graciously did.
Angela and I were seated at my table enjoying a dinner of salad, a jauntily spiced barley, and Steak Diane, a classic French meal of filet mignon in a cognac, cream, mustard, and Worcestershire sauce. The tradition is for the restaurant to prepare it at the table. I did the same.
I poured an Opus One from my cellars. An entrée this rich deserved a deep, full bodied cabernet that I would describe as "chewy."
Angela, once again, was dressed for cocktails. This time another tight dress, red, with a gold chain around her waist with long, dangling earrings that shook as she spoke.
I think of red as the color of sex. I was wondering if her underpinnings matched. The soles of her shoes did being Louboutins famed for their red soles.
I spent most of the dinner speculating over her fashion choice, and if it meant something other than nice dress.
We indulged in chit-chat for a period of time. Then she said, "I am sorry for the lack of respect Beth displayed on the boulevard the other day. She owed you better."
"She suffered a consequence."
She smiled at the idea, "That was not a consequence."
My curiosity was provoked. I was a willing accomplice, but how far and how much did Angela desire?
"Tell me more about her. I need to know my boundaries," I said.
"You remember Danielle my old girlfriend?"
I did.
"I trained her. I'll admit she was my favorite slave. Then we ended our relationship. This year she brought her sister to me for training. Beth is her sister."
"So the boundaries are limitless?"
"No. Nothing permanently physical. No tattoos, piercings, or scars like branding. Nothing lasting. Danielle feels that is reserved for Beth's future master."
"I completely understand the sentiment."
"Where is the girl?" she said.
"I have her in the kitchen eating her dinner at the small table.
"The same?"
"Yes, the leftovers. It seemed only right."
"Agreed."
"Do you think she should join us in the repast?"
Angela nodded yes.
I got up from the table, walked into the kitchen and summoned her.
I sat back down at the table and Beth stood before us with perfect posture and hands by her side once again in a buttoned blouse and a pleated skirt.
An angry Angela looked at her and said, "What are you doing? Assume the position. There will be a punishment for your disobedience.
Beth rapidly dropped to the floor, opened her legs with her hands behind her back and an open mouth.
"You continue to disappoint. Wider!" And Beth opened her legs wider.
Angela embarked on a running commentary to me of the treasures of Beth's body. The perfect figure, her faultless breasts, the tight, fine derriere, and her moist, young womanhood that Angela offered up to me solely for my amusement.
I had to agree with all of her observations. They were also mine.
Angela's hand moved over, trailed up Beth's thigh and found her pussy. She starting to aimlessly stroke it. "The little cunt is soaking already." And she shoved two fingers into her sex.
Angela pulled the fingers out dripping with Beth's juices, turned to me, showed me her fingers and said, "You see. She is dripping." This early in her training and already dripping.
She was.
Angela continued, "What shall the punishment be?"
"I was thinking we'll go downstairs after dessert."
"How enjoyable. I agree."
And we continued to finish our dinner as Beth knelt there on her knees by the table with her legs and mouth wide open.
On occasion Angela would feed her a scrap that Beth hungrily ate.
I did too. Larger and tastier. Beth spent a longer time licking the food from my fingers.
I felt a momentary feeling of love, for the beautiful, young thing.
I rapidly shut that down.
I reached down to my crotch, unzipped my fly, pulled my cock out which was surprising hard and pulled it out.
I looked at Beth and said, "Crawl over here."
I offered her my cock and said, "Suck it."
And she took it into her mouth grabbing my cock with both hands as she did.
I look down at her and said, "Suck it until I tell you to stop.
And she did as we had crème brûlée, coffee, and an aperitif at a leisurely pace as Angela told Beth in great detail what we were going to do to her poor, defenseless body as Beth knelt there with my hard prick in her sweet, tender mouth.
When Angela got to describing the whipping a few small tears started to crawl down Beth's beautiful face. The tears quietly forming in her eyes lightly taking her mascara down with them dripping onto my naked flesh.
I said, "I think we should have cognac downstairs. Don't you?
Angela agreed. We stood up, took Beth by the arms, lifted her up and escorted her towards my basement door.
Chapter 6
We walked down the stairs to the dungeon, and I opened the soundproof door.
Angela looked around admiringly, I sensed a hesitation in Beth who without expression willed herself forward.
Tools hung from the walls including a variety of whips, various gags, and restraints.
The large room was filled with selected apparatus: Stocks, a sectional bondage bench, a spanking bench, a multi-section sex bench, a single wooden pole with hooks and chains, two types of stockades, a classic Puritan style and my favorite kind, a medieval suspension bar, an outfitted, canopied bed and a restraint chair with cutouts.
In the middle stood the crowning glory, A hefty, wooden X-cross made from 6"x12" stock with hooks, chains, and other types of restraints on it.
Unlike most crosses that are secured to the wall, mine was in the center of the room. Freestanding, bolted to the floor and heavily secured to the ceiling. Being open and in the middle allowed access to the entire body from any angle or side.
Beth looked at the room, what was in it, and focused on the X-frame, and the tears started to lightly flow again.
She stood waiting for our command with quiet tears.
Angela continued to look around appraising what was available.
""What shall we do with the little bitch?"
"My thought is strapping her to the cross. Unless you prefer a different beginning."
"My expectation is this will not be the only instance we are here, and she is being punished for disrespect. I agree, let's start with the X this time."
"Get undressed!" Angela ordered.
Beth knew the ritual. She dropped to her knees and starting with her blouse removed her clothes one article at a time. Soon she was down to her stockings and garters.
"Show me your breasts and play with them," I said.
Beth took both breasts into her hand.
As described before Beth's breasts were somewhere between a B-cup and a C-cup with freckles scattered across the top where the whiter, softer curve of the flesh begins to emerge begging to be pleasured and used.. Her nipples were a delicate pink tipped towards the sky and still slightly puffy as if they were not yet fully matured with her nipples slightly inverted.
They were still firm in the first blush of growth and youth. Just reaching womanhood. The kind of breast that photographers, and pornographers desired. There is only a small one, maybe two year window for this, and Beth was in it.
"Should we leave the stockings for now?"
"Yes. They might look delicious on the cross."
Beth stayed kneeling before us legs apart, shoulders held high with her body on full display for our visual enjoyment.
I stood her up and led little Beth over to the X-frame, placed her firmly against it, held her hands up and secured them. Then spread her legs onto the bottom beams of the frame, and secured her ankles.
Then the metal belt around that gloriously narrow midsection.
She stood there, naked, spread arms and legs tied to the wooden frame, her red hair glistening against the dark brown wood, looking like a deer in the headlights.
The black garter belt was just high enough to the waist to display her pussy. And the black of the belt, the horizontal stripping of the garters, and the thigh high stockings made a perfect frame for the now fully sprouted small, fire, red curls above her tiny clit sparkling in the light somehow making the scene magical in nature.
I looked up and down her body drinking in the sight as did Angela.
"Now that is an artistic masterpiece."
She agreed.
"Don't you think a vibrator is required?"
Angela agreed again.
I turned to Beth, "Do you remember the safe word?"
A small nod.
I took a small, remote controlled vibrator off of the wall, inserted it into Beth's opening, and also onto her clit. I handed the remote to Angela who turned it on low.
"We don't want her coming just yet, do we?" she said.
Another agreement.
We sat down on my two comfortable side chairs and enjoyed our cognac as Beth writhed from the vibrator against the X-frame chained tightly.
