by Dana Drake
He’d put the Brie on a plate and surrounded it with poppy seed crackers when she entered the kitchen. The sight of her in a black, lace, see-through baby doll, made him gasp and drop the box of crackers. She towered over him in clear Lucite sandals with five-inch heels as he bent to pick them up. “I want you in the room with us unless you’re getting drinks.” He stepped back as she opened a towel and showed him a black semi-automatic pistol. “Know how to use one of these?”
“What are you doing with that thing? Is it registered?”
“Of course it’s registered. I’m an officer of the court. Do you know how to shoot? Have you ever fired a pistol?”
“I fired my dad’s revolver when I was a kid.”
“This is insurance, just in case my vibe on Felipe was wrong. All you have to do is point it at him and he’ll stop whatever he’s doing.”
“Is there a safety?”
“The safety is off.”
“Isn’t that dangerous?”
“They won’t fire if you keep your finger off the trigger. If you have to point it at him, keep your finger outside of the trigger guard. If you need to fire, pull the trigger and hold tight. It semiautomatic and reloads and cocks itself.” She placed the towel with the pistol next to the breadbox and walked out of the kitchen. Nathan stared at her perfectly symmetrical buttocks, exposed by the thong panties and sighed, and then stared at the towel as if it contained a venomous snake.
The doorbell startled him, jarring him from his semi-automatic pistol induced trance. He padded meekly past the couch where Bridget relaxed to the door. Nathan peered through the viewer. Felipe rocked from one foot to the other in the chilly December air. Nathan unlocked the door and stepped back as he pulled it open, obscuring his nude body from their guest and the street. The young man stepped in and immediately focused on Bridget. She rose and walked slowly forward.
“Hello, Felipe, I’m so glad you came.” She kissed his cheek. “Please, take off your coat.” When she handed it to Nathan, the young man jumped.
“Hey, lady, I don’t do that,” he said staring at Nathan, who was holding the coat in front of his naked body. “I’m not gay. You said he wasn’t your husband.” Bridget laughed. A hot wave of shame washed over Nathan.
“He’s not. He’s my slave.”
“You make him wear that thing?”
“Yes.”
“Why does he let you?”
“Because he’ll do anything to please me, even if it means making himself suffer.”
“Do you and him, ah... you know.”
“You mean do I let him fuck me?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“I let him fuck me once, and that’s all it took to turn him into my slave. Think you’re strong enough to fuck me and stay free?” The young man looked Nathan up and down as he stared at the floor, face burning and his anus clenching his butt plug. The young man smiled.
“Sure.”
“Get us a bottle of Merlot and the Brie, slave.” Nathan quietly padded into the kitchen and carried in a tray. He half filled both glasses and knelt beside the couch at Bridget’s feet. He stared down at the carpet as they made small talk, sipping wine and eating crackers and cheese. He turned his head slightly when the talking stopped and Bridget sighed. Felipe had his hand inside the baby doll, caressing her breasts as they kissed. Her delicate fingers rubbed the bulge in his uniform pants. He gently removed her top, revealing her large, milky white breasts. The contrast with her tan made them look even fairer. She moaned when he took her nipples in his mouth. Nathan held his breath as she lowered his zipper and freed his hard, caramel-colored cock.
Felipe rose and unbuttoned his shirt revealing a smooth, chiseled chest. He flung his shirt on the floor, stepped out of his shoes and pulled off his trousers and briefs at the same time. He pulled off his socks one at a time and stood upright, his stiff, eight-inch cock pointing at the ceiling. Nathan turned his head. Bridget’s eyes widened. Her beautiful face and neck were slightly flushed from wine and lust. Her eyes sparkled as Felipe sat beside her and their bare thighs touched. She ran her fingertips over his muscular chest and pressed her lips to his nipple. She stood as he removed her black thong panties, revealing her smooth vulva. Her pulled her to him and kissed her, just below her navel.
Nathan met her gaze, his heart burning in his chest as she smiled and puckered her lips in a faux kiss. “Bring me a condom, Nathan.” Nathan watched them embrace with the urgency of lovers who are about to part forever. Bridget was on her knees with her back to him when Nathan came down the stairs. His anus reflexively tightened against the stainless steel butt plug as his caged cock twitched up and down. Felipe deftly held her head with his fingertips as he faced the ceiling, eyes closed, mouth slightly open. Nathan placed a condom and lube on the end table, and watched Bridget sucking Felipe’s hard cock with relish, taking it deep in her throat, her full lips pressed tight against his thick shaft. She pulled free, held it with both hands, and pressed the large, mushroom-shaped head to her lips.
“Open the condom, slave.” Felipe’s light brown cock glistened from her saliva. Nathan tore open the packet. “Hand me the lube.” He handed Bridget the squeeze bottle. She squirted a generous amount into her palm and coated Felipe’s rock hard cock. “Now put it on.” Nathan froze. He met Felipe’s glazed eyes, looking for signs of anger or aggression. Felipe seemed to be in a trance. “Put it on him, slave.” Nathan knelt beside her. He’d never touched another man, never been this close to another naked man. He held the latex condom with both hands as he stared at Felipe’s hard eight-inch cock. It made Bridget’s fingers look even more delicate. He looked away as he stretched the latex over the large spongy head. His anus flexed as he rolled it down the hard shaft.
Bridget rubbed the rest of the lube on the condom and mounted the couch on her knees, straddling Felipe’s hips. “I want you to hold Felipe’s cock and guide it into my pussy, the pussy you’ll never have.” Nathan’s chest felt like it might explode as he held Felipe’s hard cock with his fingertips and watched it enter Bridget’s wet vagina. She moaned as she lowered herself on the thick shaft. “Oh Felipe, your cock is so much bigger than my slave’s.”
Nathan watched them on his knees. Bridget rode up and down on Felipe’s hard cock as he sucked her nipples and caressed her bottom. He began to move his hips involuntarily, almost mimicking Bridget’s movements, as his anus clenched warm steel and his imprisoned cock flexed. He couldn’t look away as she thrust his cock inside her. Nathan caressed his own nipples. His gyrations accelerated and his breathing became shallow and rapid. It wasn’t an orgasm. That was impossible. Semen dripped from Nathan’s caged penis and began to flow. Three weeks worth of semen dribbled out the front of the Steelheart, onto the hardwood floor as he rubbed and pinched his nipples. Bridget climaxed and fell against Felipe’s chest as Nathan tipped over on the floor and lay panting, staring at the puddle of semen.
It was several minutes before Bridget stirred. Nathan watched Felipe’s flaccid, condom covered cock slide out of Bridget’s vagina. She placed one hand on Felipe’s shoulder and rose. Nathan got to his knees as Felipe rose and stood over him. He watched in horror as Bridget deftly slid the condom off Felipe’s limp cock, holding it carefully to preserve Felipe’s seed. “Open up, slave. I want you to taste cum from a real man. Her eyes flashed as Nathan fought against every instinct to obey her. His focus moved from her sparkling eyes to Felipe’s malignant smirk, to the glistening, bulging latex condom. Nathan looked up, closed his eyes, and opened his mouth like a baby bird. He gagged as warm, thick semen ran over his lips and tongue. Bridget giggled. “Clean up, slave. We’re going to bed.” He watched them climb the stairs. Felipe’s large hand held Bridget’s slim waist.
CHAPTER FIVE
Bridget ordered Nathan to sell his condo and move in with her on the 180th and final day of his slave contract. “We’re going to be married Friday,” she said, as casually as if she was telling him about an office party. She held up her hand so
he could see the two-carat diamond engagement ring on her finger. A mixture of joy, pride, and fear swelled his chest. “I thought about a honeymoon someplace warm, perhaps a clothing optional resort.” Her words washed away the joy and pride, leaving only the fear.
“Clothing optional, as in nudist?” Nathan’s voice went up an octave. Bridget giggled.
“That’s nineteen eighties terminology; clothing optional means what it says. Wear clothes if it’s cold or inconvenient to be nude.”
“But what about my... you know the Steelheart?” Her smile answered his question. He was to be her husband in the eyes of the law, but in reality was still just her slave, a possession whom she relished humiliating.
“But I decided to attend Dark Quest instead.”
“Dark Quest?”
“It’s a weekend long BDSM convention, here in town.”
“BDSM convention?”
“Yes. There are workshops, shows, and socials. We can learn about domination and submission from some of he best.” Nathan was almost relieved to be spending his honeymoon at a fetish convention rather than a nude beach, where the whole world would witness his chastity. He wondered what anyone could teach Bridget about dominating a man.
*****
Nathan stared at the computer screen. Imagine exploring the many facets of your sexuality, in an intimate community of like-minded people. “Jesus, they’ve rented the whole hotel,” he whispered aloud. He looked at the sidebar. Overflow hotel number two now available! He jumped when his telephone rang.
“Mr. Scott,” his secretary Karen said. “It’s Ms. Kelly.” He rose from his desk and closed the door.
“Have you made our reservation for Dark Quest?”
“Uh, I was doing it when you called.”
“I told you to do it last week, so we wouldn’t end up in the overflow hotel.” Nathan gulped and rubbed his eyes.
“I got so busy, it slipped my mind,” he stammered. “I’ll make the reservation now.”
“Does the website mention an overflow hotel?” Perspiration trickled down Nathan’s side.
“Two of them...”
“Damn it, slave,” she hissed. “Register now and I’ll see what I can do.”
“I’m...I’m sorry, mistress,” he choked.
“You’ll be sorrier tonight when I punish you.” She hung up, leaving him holding the phone against his ear as his stomach churned.
*****
Bridget wasn’t home from when he entered the house. He undressed, inserted his stainless steel butt-plug, and started dinner. He tried to ignore the eight-hundred pound gorilla sitting at the kitchen table, watching him fixing a salad. “You’ll be sorrier tonight when I punish you.” Each time her words came to mind, the same sick feeling he had in his office washed over him. Karen had asked if he was feeling okay. One of the paralegals told him he looked pale. Bridget walked in the door at seven-fifteen. She dropped her coat and briefcase on the chair and walked upstairs. He hung her coat in the closet and placed her briefcase next to the hall table.
He knelt when she walked in the kitchen, clasped his elbows behind his back, and stared at the ceramic tile floor. Bridget walked past him, opened the refrigerator, and poured a glass of wine. He heard her open the cutlery drawer. He stole a glance as she peeled a ginger root and placed it in a glass of cold water. “Go upstairs and get one of my dirty gym socks out of the hamper. They are on top. Bring the sock and the black leather belt hanging on the rack on my closet door.
Nathan felt a rock in his stomach as he quietly walked up the stairs. Was he afraid of the punishment he was about to face, or was it the power that this woman had over him? In six months she had taken complete control of his life. He was powerless to resist. He opened the hamper and saw the crumpled white socks with tiny pompoms. He removed one and brought it to his lips. Her scent entered his nostrils and went right to his caged penis, causing it to twitch in its cage, as his anus clenched the butt-plug.
His heart began to race the minute he opened the closet door and saw the black patent leather belt, hanging on a hook. She’d worn it with a white blouse and gray slacks to a dinner party. He felt dry-mouthed and swallowed hard as he walked into the living room and saw her sitting on the couch with her glass of wine, dressed in black leather pants and a leather halter-top. Her ice water blue eyes bore into him as he crossed the room. Nathan spotted the ginger root immersed in a juice glass of water on the coffee table.
He knelt on the floor at her feet and presented the sock and belt. She left him holding them, arms outstretched and quivering, as if they weighed twenty pounds. “I told you to make our reservations last week. Why didn’t you do it?”
“I have no excuse, mistress,” Nathan whispered.
“You deserve to be punished.”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Say, I deserve to be punished.”
“I deserve to be punished.”
“For failing to obey Mistress Bridget.”
“For failing to obey Mistress Bridget.” Nathan choked on the words.
“Do you know what figging is?”
“No, mistress.”
“It was used to punish and humiliate female offenders and prisoners in the Victorian age. The Greeks and Romans first used it on female slaves. Victorian husbands figged their disrespectful wives and spanked them. The ginger root is inserted in the anus or vagina. It begins to burn. Tightening the buttocks increases the burning by squeezing the root.” Nathan stared at her bright red toenails encased in her black, five-inch, peep-toe pumps as she stood and took the belt and soiled sock.
“Lean over the arm of the couch.” Nathan stood and faced her. She was two-inches taller than he was in her heels. Her thick black hair lay on her bare shoulders. Her full lips were the same blood-red color as her toenails. He lay over the arm of the couch, resting his chest on the cushions. She pulled back his left wrist. His anus flexed against his steel butt-plug as she closed the handcuff around his wrist. She cuffed his right wrist. Nathan willed his muscles to relax as she removed his butt-plug. She held the soiled sock under his nose for several seconds, letting him savor her foot sweat before she pressed it into his mouth.
The ginger root’s girth was slightly larger than the butt-plug, but after six months, Nathan’s anus was well trained. He felt nothing for the first thirty seconds. “Perhaps you’ll learn to follow my orders from now on, slave.” She brought the three-inch leather belt down across his bare buttocks hard. SLAP. Nathan bit down hard on the soiled sock. SLAP. His buttocks stung and his anus began to burn. SLAP, SLAP. The sock muffled his first scream. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. His screams became sobs, as tears clouded his vision. The ginger burned his anus like a hot coal, but his muscles flexed uncontrollably as the blows rained down. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. Bridget dropped the belt on the floor and walked away, leaving Nathan naked and helpless, draped over the couch.
He began to choke on the sock. His legs cramped and a wave of panic swept over him as he fought to catch his breath. He heard the staccato sound of heels on the hardwood floor. Bridget pulled the sock from his mouth and lifted him by the shoulders. Nathan gasped as she held him upright, anus burning, his cheeks wet with tears, and snot running from his nose. “Can you stand by yourself?”
“Y...yes, mistress.” The metallic click of the handcuffs rang in his ears as she unlocked them, and gently removed them. She held a tissue to his face as if he was a child.
“Blow. You may remove the ginger root and shower.” Nathan was suddenly overpowered by her beauty.
“I’m... I’m sorry, mistress.” Bridget caressed his cheek.
“It’s over. You’re forgiven. We won’t speak of it again.”
*****
Bridget held Nathan’s hand as they approached the front desk. “Reservation for Mr. and Mrs. Scott,” Bridget said, as if she had been saying it for years. She rubbed it in by saying Mrs. rather than Ms.
“Certainly, Mrs. Scott, may I see the credit card used to make the reservation, please?” N
athan handed the skinny, pimply-faced man his American Express card. He ran the card through a reader, tapped on the computer keyboard, and activated two keycards. He handed them to Nathan in a small portfolio with a flier of house rules printed by Dark Quests’ organizers. “The promoters asked us to provide this to our guests, the rules of the road for the weekend. You’re on the second floor, fourth room on the left. The elevator is that way.” He motioned with his head.
Their wedding had lasted all of five minutes in a clerk’s office. Bam, they were husband and wife in the eyes of the law. “Nathan, take Bridget by the hand and repeat after me. I Nathan, take thee Bridget, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do us part.” He’d choked when he got to the words to love and to cherish. He did love Bridget. He loved her more than life itself. And if she wouldn’t allow him to be her real husband, a life as her slave was better than not having her. He couldn’t have her, but she had him. She owned him. The night before, he’d signed a contract of perpetual slavery.
Of my own free will, I, Nathan A. Scott, herein known as slave, hereby grant Bridget R. Kelly, herein known as Mistress, full ownership, care and use my body, mind, income, assets, and possessions. The slave will own nothing and will be the sole property of Mistress for all time and in perpetuity, from this date, the 22nd day of January, 2014, at 8:00 pm.
The slave agrees to submit completely to the Mistress in all ways. There are no boundaries of place, time, or situation, in which the slave may willfully refuse to obey the Mistress without risking punishment. The slave also agrees that, once entered into this contract, his body belongs to the Mistress to be used as she sees fit, within the guidelines defined herein. All possessions likewise belonging to the slave, including all assets, finances, and material goods, belong to the Mistress to do with as she sees fit. The slave agrees to please the Mistress to the best of his ability, in that he now exists solely for the pleasure of said Mistress. The slave agrees to accept punishment by the Mistress as she see fit...