by Dana Drake
“I generally don’t allow slaves to clean up immediately afterward. The sensation of lubricant on their anus and cold semen inside the chastity device provides further humiliation and reminds them how low they have fallen. I do however make them clean up the area. In this case I won’t, due to the circumstances. Mistress Bridget, I’m finished with your slave.” Nathan slid off the bench and crawled beside Bridget to her seat, face burning hot, ashamed to make eye contact with the other attendees.
CHAPTER SIX
“Inga is joining us for dinner Friday evening at Felipe’s.” Nathan closed the dishwasher and turned the timer. “She’s bringing a date.” Bridget’s smile sent a chill up his bare back. “A slave she calls Humilus.” Nathan remembered enough Latin from school to understand the significance. Humilus meant the humiliated one, or the punished one. “I like it, and think I might come up with a name for you. Slave seems so impersonal.” Bridget sat on the couch and turned on her iPad. Nathan quietly took his place on the floor at her feet and pondered dinner at the French restaurant with Inga.
*****
The burley maitre d’ beamed the instant he saw Bridget. “Bonsoir, Madame Kelly, comment allez-vous?” She air-kissed him on both cheeks.
“Bien merci, Paul,” Bridget said glowing. “Comment ca va?”
“Bien! Bien! I believe your friend Inga is already at your table.” He led them to a private alcove with only one table. Inga was dressed in a black pencil skirt and a crisp white cotton blouse that accented her figure. Her slave Humilus, stood behind his chair eyes cast down. He looked to be in his early twenties, a bit younger than Nathan, tall, handsome, with black hair and an olive complexion. The maitre d’ took their drink order and scurried off.
“So this is Humilus?” Bridget looked him over like a horse trader. A pang of jealousy stabbed Nathan. The young, handsome man could have come off the cover of GQ. “How did you meet?”
“He attended my afternoon session at Dark Quest with his girlfriend. She didn’t have the strength or stamina to totally dominate a man like him. I stole him from her. It was like taking candy from a baby.”
“Do you keep in chastity?” Inga looked at her handsome slave like a Queen at her prize stallion.
“Not yet anyway, I’m testing his sexual vigor.” Nathan stared down at his plate. Bridget and Inga drifted between English and French during the four-course dinner.
“Would you follow me home for an after dinner drink?” Bridget asked. Inga smiled; her cheeks pink with wine.
“I’d love to, dear. We can catch up on things and I can show you my Humilus.” Nathan’s face flushed hot at the thought of the humiliation that awaited him.
“I love the name. I want to come up with one for my slave.” Bridget glanced at Nathan. He quickly looked away.
*****
Bridget was preoccupied with text messages and email on the ride home. Nathan drove in silence, pondering what more could be done to humiliate him further. He undressed when they got home and prepared a plate of hors d’oeuvres. He was decanting a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon when Inga and her slave arrived. Humilus appeared nonplussed at the sight of a nude man wearing a stainless steel chastity device. Bridget came down the stairs dressed in a black leather corset and tight leather pants. Her blood red toenails contrasted with her five-inch black peep toe pumps. “You look ravishing, dear,” Inga kissed Bridget on the mouth, the relaxed kiss of two lovers.
“Is there a place my slave may change?”
“Of course, upstairs, second bedroom on the right.” Nathan watched the tall, slim man walk upstairs. His perfect posture and calm demeanor seemed in stark contrast to his role as Inga’s slave. But then, no one would believe that a tough litigator like Nathan Scott could be emasculated and cuckolded. He was carrying the tray into the living room when Humilus slowly descended the stairs. Both women turned. He had a swimmer’s build, lean, muscular, and with almost no body fat. His uncircumcised penis hung limp, at least seven inches, his black pubic hair trimmed short above it, and his shaved scrotum hung low between his legs. He appeared comfortable in his nakedness, and knelt at Inga’s feet without hesitating.
“Fimus means dirt, filth, or manure,” Inga said. Bridget turned to face Nathan and wrinkled her brow.
“Macero, I think” Bridget said, staring straight ahead.
“Weaken, reduce, torment,” Inga answered. Nathan stopped and steadied the tray to keep from dropping it.
“That’s what I’ll call him, Macero, the tormented one.” Blood rushed into Nathan’s face as he leaned down to place the tray of the coffee table. “Did you hear your new name, slave?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Do you like it?”
“If it pleases you, mistress.” He knelt as Bridget handed Inga a glass of Cabernet.
“I have a surprise for you Macero,” Bridget said. “Bring me my purse.” Nathan rose and fetched the twelve-hundred dollar designer bag. “I’ve decided to give you an evening out of chastity and an orgasm.” Nathan’s heart jumped in his chest. “On one condition.” Nathan looked from Bridget to Inga, whose wine burnished cheeks glowed. “You must suck Humilus’ cock to completion. You must allow him to come in your mouth.”
“Humilus will suck your cock,” Inga continued. “You will come in his mouth.”
“And if I say no, mistress?” Nathan whispered in a hoarse voice.
“No orgasm.”
“But why, mistress? Isn’t denying me sexual gratification enough to prove your complete power over me?” His words shocked and frightened him. He’d blurted them out and he expected her to spring from the couch and beat him with his own belt any moment. But she sat there, calmly sipping wine as Inga caressed her calf under the leather pants.
“The ultimate sign of my power over you, will be to change your sexual orientation and make you crave cock. I thought about feminizing you, after seeing those beautiful transwomen at Dark Quest. But you’re too masculine. You could never pass. This is better. She unlocked the Steelheart and removed the stainless steel cylinder, exposing his penis. She carefully removed the anti-pullout rod and then pressed one testicle at a time through the retainer ring. Go into the powder room and wash off. Leave the door open. I don’t want you pleasuring yourself.
Nathan soaped and washed his stiff cock and smooth scrotum with real purpose. He dried off and walked slowly into the living room, his Prince Albert captive bead ring tight against his hard flesh. “Your mistress has asked me to direct you, Macero. Bring a chair from the dining room and place it facing the couch.” Nathan entered the dining room, his stiff cock bouncing with each step and brought back the chair. “Sit down, Macero.” Nathan hesitated, looked at Bridget, and sat uneasily in the chair.
“Humilus, suck Macero’s cock,” Inga said. The slim, handsome man crawled to the chair on all fours, and stopped in front of Nathan. He was even more handsome up close, with clear skin, soft brown eyes and full lips, sort of masculine pretty. He grasped Nathan’s hard cock with his fingertips and looked up. His soft brown eyes were devoid of fear, anger, or malice. Nathan didn’t know what emotion they contained. Humilus licked his lips and put his mouth over the head of Nathan’s rock-hard cock. He looked up; they locked eyes.
Nathan barely contained himself as Inga’s handsome slave ran his full lips and soft tongue up and down his hard cock. The tactile depravation from six months in chastity gave him a hair trigger. He grabbed the arms of the chair and squeezed until he thought they would shatter into splinters. “Oh... mistress, I don’t know if I can...”
“Stop!” Inga said just under a shout. “On your knees, Macero. Sit down Humilus, Macero is going to suck your cock.” Nathan turned to Bridget, expecting her to call the charade off and rescue him. She stared, eyes wide, cheeks pink from the wine. “Suck his cock,” Inga repeated. Nathan stared at the man’s hard cock, stiff and pointing toward the ceiling. He moved closer. He’d never gotten close to an uncircumcised penis. The man’s cock was large, perhaps seven inch
es. The head, freed from the foreskin was fat and dusky colored. Nathan leaned forward; the man’s musky scent filled his nostrils.”
“Take him in your mouth.” Bridget’s voice was unmistakable, but had a coarseness he’d never heard. “Suck his cock.” Nathan closed his eyes and leaned forward, pressing his lips against the other man’s flesh. The fat, mushroom-shaped head felt spongy against Nathan’s tongue, in contrast to the hard shaft, as hard as the chair leg. The taste and smell of another man’s cock flooded his brain.
“I’m a cocksucker now,” Nathan silently told himself as he began raising and lowering his head. “She’s made me a cocksucker.” Inga’s slave moaned and touched his own nipples as Nathan’s head bobbed up and down. The other man’s precum tasted rich and salty.
“That’s it slave, do it like a good cocksucker. Go ahead and jerk yourself off while you’re at it.” Nathan felt the other man’s leg shaking. He began to pull on his own, stiff cock as the other man’s breathing quickened.
“Mistress, may I come, please?” Inga’s slave begged. Nathan’s mouth filled with warm, thick semen before she could answer. He struggled not to choke.
“Yes! Swallow every drop, slave.” The taste and smell of semen filled Nathan’s mouth and nose and pushed him over the edge. He swallowed and climaxed, spurting semen under the chair onto the Persian rug, and then rested his head on the other man’s leg.
*****
Nathan folded the cleaning ticket and slipped it into his shirt pocket. He hadn’t told them about his accident, just that the rug needed a good cleaning. He drove to his office and started preparing for an afternoon deposition. Karen, his secretary knocked on his door. A man in motorcycle leathers, carrying a helmet, walked around her. “Nathan Scott?” He dropped an envelope on Nathan’s desk. “You have been duly served.” He turned and walked past Karen.
“He wouldn’t take no for an answer, Nathan.” She looked pale and frightened. Nathan picked up the envelope. Bridget’s firm was listed in the return address block. He opened the envelope with a letter opener, unfolded the sheets of legal-sized bond paper, and stared.
Now on this 7th day of January, 2014 comes the Petitioner, Bridget Regina Kelly, and hereby requests the Court to a issue proper order to that Petitioner and Respondent Nathan A. Scott, may live temporarily separate and apart from each other and make orderly provisions for the period of time until dismissal of this action; Court order; or trial.
Nathan turned the page and felt a sharp, stinging pain in his chest as he read the heading: Motion to Annul Marriage. He’d forgotten Karen was still standing at his door. “Is everything alright, Nathan?” He swallowed hard and tried to check his emotions.
“Yes, Karen,” he lied. “Everything is alright. Please close the door when you go.” Bridget picked up on the second ring.
“I didn’t know process servers worked that quickly.”
“What are you doing, Mistress? What have I done?” He pinched the bridge of his nose to stop his pounding headache.
“It’s nothing you’ve done. I’ve just gotten tired of you.” The words stung him to the bone.
“We’re married, remember?”
“We never consummated our marriage. I’m having it annulled.”
“You can’t do that,” he pleaded.
“Are you going to testify under oath that you have fucked me since we were married?”
“You can’t just throw me away.” He quietly placed the handset in the cradle when the dial tone answered him.
*****
He read the note on the kitchen table without picking it up. Gone to Palm Springs with Humilus for the week. That should give you plenty of time to move out. Judge Madison signed off on the annulment this afternoon. B- The key for the Steelheart lay on the table beside the note. Nathan rushed into the powder room and vomited.
Nathan splashed cold water on his face and stared at the pale, hollow-eyed man in the mirror. He was homeless, and had lost the ability to make even the most simple decisions involving everyday life. He removed the Steelheart but immediately put it back one, uncomfortable with free access to his own penis. He paced the floor and finally went upstairs to Bridget’s room. He removed a bra from the hamper and held it to his face, breathing in her scent, longing for her. He froze at the sound of the front door opening. He dropped the bra and eased down the stairs.
A tall blond woman dressed in a tight leather skirt stood at the window with her back to him. He instinctively knew who she was and even why she had come. A feeling of peace settled over him. “I didn’t expect to find you dressed.” Inga said. “But you’d have to get dressed to come with me anyway.” Nathan dropped to his knees. “I’m taking you, since Bridget is casting you aside. I grew tired of Humilus’ childishness. I think Bridget will too, but what of it? Get some clothes packed. You’re coming home with me.” Nathan looked up and smiled as tears clouded his view of his goddess and mistress.
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