My head is so full of the mental images I’ve just been wallowing through that I can’t think of anything else even as the ecstasy trails away. I’m lost in silent thought and I listen to our breathing as it slows and eases.
“We’ve been invited around there tomorrow night for drinks.” Lynne says eventually as the sports news starts on the T.V.
“Both of us?” I turn to look at her, not knowing what to feel.
She nods her head and holds my gaze.
“But you’ll need your belt back on.”
Chapter Five
“Good evening folks,” a smiling Dominic towers above my wife and I on his doorstep. Shit, he’s here too. This is going to be embarrassing. For second, I think I see awkwardness on his face.
“Come on in.” he steps aside in his black open-necked shirt and jeans and waves us into his home. Lynne leads the way in her fitted beige dress and Dominic’s eyes snake over her body as she brushes closely past him.
I don’t know where to look as my hand is gripped and then shaken by a much larger, more powerful one. A hand that may have already touched my wife’s bare body. Fingers that will have felt the heat between the legs of the woman I bow down to: his wife - my dominatrix. Clearly that puts him way above me in any ‘pecking order’ I might have created in my head -even without his obvious superiority in height or any ‘other’ measurements.
My free hand is buried in one of my pockets, feeling then feeling again another wad of cash I’ve withdrawn and brought for his wife.
I follow my own wife through to their kitchen where a beaming Becky, looking as striking as ever in a dark green blouse and black leggings; greets Lynne with a hug.
“Champagne?” Dominic re-appears and opens the fridge.
“No drink for Stuart please Dominic. He has work to do.” Becky’s mouth tightens imperiously and I notice for the first time how heavily made up she is tonight. Black around the eyes and thick crimson red lips lined with darker scarlet. She adjusts her high pony-tail behind her head then crooks her finger for me to follow her.
As I turn to be lead out of the door at the rear of the kitchen I imagine Lynne and Dominic’s eyes are boring into me. In reality, Dominic seems more interested in complimenting my wife about her new dress. I keep my eyes down as I pass them both, studying Lynne’s painstakingly applied copper-colored toenail polish inside her new gold sandals.
As soon as Becky’s confident strides have led me out of the kitchen, I stop worrying about how I might look to my wife and Dominic. My focus is quickly on the woman in front of me and in particular what she’s wearing.
Although the fabric of her blouse is opaque around her shoulders, below that the back of it is transparent. The folds of this see-thru fabric ripple as she walks and put me in mind of the curtains of some exotic Bedouin tent from an old silent movie. Underneath her blouse the straps of her Becky’s black bra are clearly visible. Teasing, enticing torment for my longing eyes.
As we arrive in the laundry room I realize I’ve been so ‘taken’ by her blouse that I didn’t even use the opportunity to admire that wonderful ass of hers on the short walk here.
She closes the door behind us and faces me.
At the front, her blouse is more heavily patterned with lace and so far less transparent. Her top two buttons are undone though so I can make out a little of her bra and quite a lot of that cleavage. I feel my cock stir inside its newly re-locked cage.
“Did you bring more money for me?”
“Yes Becky” I dig the roll of notes out of my pocket. As I extend my arm out to her it shakes so much that I hardly recognize it as my own.
“I’d like you to count it out into my hand,” she curls one corner of her painted lips into a little smile as her judgemental eyes lock onto mine. Without moving her arm from her side, she turns her hand over so that her immaculately manicured and polished nails are hidden from my eyes. Then she smiles at me and raises the arm from the elbow, opening her petite, shapely palm ready to receive. For a moment I find myself frozen in disbelief as I remind myself that such an exquisitely small hand is so capable of inflicting the kind of physical pain she’s made me suffer.
I try to steady my hands as I peel the first bill off the roll and place it into her flesh.
“Sorry about this Becky.” I say, trying to defuse the embarrassment of my trembling.
“There’s no rush tonight,” She smiles patiently at me. “It will be useful for Dominic to have some time alone with your wife.” She lifts an eyebrow at me and studies my face.
When the last of the notes are in her possession she folds them together then arches her back and lifts the bottom of the front of her blouse an inch or two. I get a quick glimpse of the bare olive skin of her belly as she slips the bundle under the waist elastic of her leggings. Then she lowers her blouse and straightens it on her shoulders. For a second or two my stomach feels nauseous as I think about this further loss of my savings.
A sharp ‘crack’. Blinding pain. My face and jaw. I’ve been slapped.
“W-w-w-, what was…?” My hand goes up to my cheek. My mouth gapes in shock.
“That’s for not entering by the back door when you arrived.” Becky folds her arms across her swelling chest. Her eyes blaze at me.
“Now, remind me why you’re still dressed Stuart?”
Part of me wants to protest and it occurs to me what a chance she took with that slap out of the blue. How sure must this woman be of my submission to her?
“Umm, right, er yes. Sorry, shall I?”
“Oh for goodness sake Stuart” Becky sighs and rolls her eyes, dropping her shoulders so that her beautiful breasts bounce in front of me.
“Do you want me to slap you again?”
I feel like I should say “No” to her question even though I suspect it might be a lie. I pull my shirt over my head then unbutton my pants and lower them to the ground.
“Come on, come one, take them all off.”
Hurriedly I strip for her and then stand there, nude except for my pink chastity belt.
She stares between my legs.
“How does it feel being incarcerated again Stuart?”
“Difficult Becky”
“Well you’ve been spoilt for the last few days haven’t you? How often did you make love to your wife while you were unlocked?”
“I’m not sure Becky”
She smirks at me then tells me I have to make this little room spotless. Washing the floor, cleaning all the surfaces and the one small window.
“You know how to do it. Everything you need is in the cupboard as usual.” I’m nodding my head, already hoping that when I’m left alone I might find some of her underwear in here.
“When you’ve finished you can do the same in the kitchen then come and find me in one of the other rooms. We’ll either be in the living room or, depending on how long it all takes you – possibly upstairs in my bedroom.” Her lips pout at the double “O” each time she says the word ‘room’. Then she smiles in such a way that it looks almost warm and enticing.
With a flick of her pony-tail she turns and this time my eyes do devour the proud and perfectly round moons of her behind as she leaves me here.
By the time I’ve knelt on all fours washing and then buffing-dry two cold hard floors, wiped down windows, worktops and everything else in the two rooms; my shoulders ache and my knees are chaffed. The padlock clacked against the case of the chastity belt the whole time and still rings in my ears now as I stand rubbing my sore, bright pink elbows.
I look around the kitchen and can see nothing out of place. I check the clock on the oven and realize I’ve been cleaning for over an hour and a half.
I could do with a drink but decide I better not help myself. I creep into the hallway and press my ear to the cool painted cream wood of the living room door. I can hear some music and I clear my throat, straighten my chastity belt and then knock.
I hear Dominic’s laughter getting louder and then the door opens,
but only a couple of inches. He looks me up and down through the crack.
“Er, Dominic, Becky said to come and find her when I’d finished.”
“Ah right, yes OK. Hang on” he turns his head away and as he calls his wife I study the chiselled thickness of his neck.
There’s some female laughter from inside the room and then Becky appears and slips out of the room without fully opening the door. She pulls it closed behind her. I Inhale her fruity perfume as she faces me.
“Right Stuart. Wait here while I inspect your work.” As she walks into the kitchen (more quickly than I’ve seen her move before), I notice she’s now barefoot.
When she returns she catches me with my ear pressed to the living room door. She shakes her head at me, making her pony-tail fly around either side of the back of her elegant neck.
“Upstairs Stuart” She clicks her fingers and marches past me down the hallway. I hurry behind her so that I don’t lose sight of those heavenly ass cheeks as she strides up the stairs.
“That thing between your legs does make a terrible a noise sometimes.” She laughs over her shoulder as she swishes into her bedroom. I follow and my feet sink into the lush pile of their bedroom carpet as Becky points me into her en suite.
“Wait in there for me.”
I pad through her bedroom as she opens up one of the drawers of her dressing table.
Alone in her large en suite my heart is pounding. I avert my eyes from the mirrors in here so I don’t have to see myself as I stand almost naked on the tiled floor and wait.
It’s a lot messier than the last time I was in here. There’s an untidy array of cosmetic containers, soaps littered around both basins and towels in a heap on the floor. The shower door is half open and from where I’m standing I can see a shampoo container discarded on the floor inside there. The lid of the toilet seat is raised.
“So,” Becky announces as she appears clutching in both hands a small rectangular black box that I’ve seen before. I lower my head as she passes me but can’t help watching her feet with their purple painted toe nails as she walks. Out of the corners of my eyes I see her lower the toilet lid and take a seat on it.
“Come here Stuart.” The words are spoken far more quietly and softly than what I suspect may be about to follow.
“Kneel down for me.” Her eyes never leave the box on her lap as she simultaneously opens it with one hand and points to the floor with a finger of her other hand.
The tiles are cold and hard on my already-chaffed knees. I look up at the familiar silver nipple clamp between Becky’s little fingers. Beyond them, a satisfied almost ‘thrilled’ expression on her wonderfully symmetrical face.
“Oh I do so enjoy using these” Becky says, as if to herself.
“Put this on over your belt” she tosses one of Dominic’s large condoms onto the floor near my knees and I hurriedly rip open the foil pack. My hands are unsteady but eventually, using some of what little saliva I can muster, I get the rubber over both the end and a reasonable portion of the shaft of my chastity belt.
“Come closer to me Stuart” Becky leans down and forward. I shuffle nearer to her on my knees. So close now that I can smell a trace of champagne on her warm breath. She reaches for my left nipple. It stiffens immediately with her touch. She holds it between two of her graceful fingers and a thumb before the other hand joins it. She feeds the nipple into the jaws of the clamp then releases the other ends of the clamp. The jaws are forced together, mercilessly compressing the nipple. She leans back to study me. I blow into my cheeks, determined not to cry out.
“Good boy” she whispers.
Then she’s leaning forward again. Now her fingers move rapidly as she adjusts the tension of the nipple clamp. The delicacy of her fingers and the elegance of their motion are more in-keeping with someone playing beautiful music on a Celtic harp. Not the fingers of an incredibly attractive female determined to increase the pain she’s purposely inflicting.
Once Becky has fixed the second clamp to my other nipple, the overall pain level seems to become a little easier rather than even more difficult to deal with. Endorphins I guess.
But now come the weights.
“I’m not a complete ogre am I?” She asks as her brow furrows and her little tongue appears at the corner of her mouth. She clips the first of the large oval weights in place.
“I could’ve made you wear these for me while you were at work downstairs couldn’t I?” She’s supporting the oval stone in her palm and her free hand adjusts the front of her blouse, pulling it wider open and exposing more of the top of her cleavage to my eyes.
“Do you like to suffer for me Stuart?” her voice is throaty. I nod my head and an instant later she releases the weight. This time I can’t help but cry out. I half stagger on my knees before her, gritting my teeth, grimacing and hunching my shoulders. Willing the endorphins to step up and help me deal with the teeth dragging so heavily and relentlessly on my teat.
She adds the second weight, leaving me gasping and writhing on my knees .She rocks back on the toilet lid, gripping one of her knuckles between her brilliantly white, perfectly straight teeth as she watches me.
After a moment she moves her hand from her mouth.
“Now Stuart I want you to do as good a job in here as you did for me downstairs. And I think you’ll appreciate; it will obviously be in your own interests to finish as quickly as possible. The sooner you complete your task - the sooner the nipple clamps can come off. But the catch is: I obviously still expect this room to be absolutely spotless. Do you understand me?”
“Yes Becky.”
She extends an arm and takes hold of one of my nipple weights, momentarily easing the burden of it.
“Look at me Stuart” her voice is soft and quiet. I obey her command, raising my eyes from her marble-like feet to the intimidating beauty of her steady silvery-blue gaze.
As my eyes meet hers I feel her pull on the weight.
“Argh..Becky, Becky! Please! Please!”
“Becky-Becky-please-please” she mimics my words in a sing-song tone, moving her head from side to side as she does so.
“Please what Stuart?” her pupils have shrunken into small specs and they bore into me.
“Please don’t. I’m begging!” The back of my neck and shoulders ache as I scrunch them up against the sudden, hugely intensified level of pain in this nipple.
“I do like to hear you beg.” She smiles wickedly at me then releases the nipple.
“What do you say Stuart?”
“Thank you Becky “I groan, wincing and gulping the air with this minor relief. “Can I make a start please Becky? These really hurt”
“Yes. Get on with it” she rises from the toilet seat.
“I need to get changed for the main event”.
Chapter Six
I can hardly even admit this thought to myself, but while I was cleaning Becky’s en-suite I was tempted to kiss her toilet lid. Just because it was still warm from her sitting on it. In the end I didn’t. But I think that had more to do with the pain and wanting to get my work finished rather than any sense of pride or self-respect.
When the door from the bedroom opens again the whole area of my chest around both nipples feels numb. Becky is standing in the doorway in a red silk dressing gown and shiny black high heels. She has her hands on her hips and is observing me on my hands and knees in the en suite. Around one of her wrists is the black leather strap of her pink riding crop. The whip itself hangs down the length of her left thigh. Briefly I hear Dominic’s voice from behind her in the bedroom before she steps inside and pushes the door closed with her backside.
Her heels click across the tiled floor towards the toilet. She lowers the lid once more and sits.
“It looks like you’ve done a good job for me in here. Did you clean around the inside of the shower as well?” She crosses her long legs before beckoning me over to her with an index finger.
As I arrive at her feet and look up at her, my
hands are cupped around the nipple clamp weights, trying to support them. Looking up at her strikingly stunning face it always seems incomprehensible that something so beautiful could willingly inflict such pain.
“You didn’t forget to clean this either did you?” She taps the toilet lid with a fingernail and I shake my head.
“Open your mouth Stuart.” She raises the riding crop and points down at me with it.
“You must be thirsty after the work you’ve done. “ She tells, rather than asks me.
I’m confused about what’s coming but I obey and open my mouth for her. Becky smiles then leans forward, allowing the sides of her dressing gown to part across the top of her cleavage. She still has on her black bra underneath.
“Open wider for me Stuart and lean your head right back.”
I raise my chin and pull my lips back right over my teeth.
Becky’s face is over mine, several inches above me. I hear her clear her throat and see her neck muscles move. She purses her lips and spittle pools at the entrance to her mouth. Then as her beautiful eyes look down the length of her nose at me she parts her lips. Slowly, she moves her head from side to side and her saliva pours out, cascading down like a glossy rope into my mouth. It lands thick and warm over my tongue.
I’m past caring. I hold the mouthful of Becky’s saliva there, closing my lips and curling my tongue around it to savor her body heat and flavor.
“Swallow” she smiles at me and I close my eyes. I throw back my head and allow Becky’s fluid to slide down the inside of my throat.
When I straighten my head she’s grinning at me. One of her hands then goes into a pocket of her dressing gown and she hands me a black sleep mask.
“Put it on.” She instructs me.
The mask looks an expensive type, with sunken, luxuriously padded areas for the eyes. I tear open the Velcro ends of the straps and raise my arms to my head. The weights swing down making me gasp with the pain. I place the mask over my eyes and pull the straps tightly together behind me. The world is darkness alone. Then darkness and Becky’s voice. I move my hands back to support the weights on my nipple clamps.
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