by David Saxon
“Ooooh!” Her head dropped and her lovely, long, waved hair fell over her face. She was silent.
“How many times?” I picked up the tawse that I had left handily lying on the rubber floor and flicked it over her bulbous bottom.
“Sod off!” It was a weary whisper.
“Why won’t you let your man fuck you? You obviously enjoy fucking.” Silence. I hadn’t expected a feisty girl like Kathleen to be so easily subdued. It was very disappointing. I wracked my brains for some means of dealing with this surprising reaction. I turned towards Kerry. “Come here!”
Kathleen turned her head sharply and her eyes opened wide and questioning as they fell upon the naked Kerry. She seemed to squirm in her bondage. I guessed she was embarrassed. Good. I stroked her bulbous bum. It was an instinctive action as if my hand was drawn there by some magnetic force.
“Now, Kathleen, Kerry is going to punish you a little ...well no, not a little. She is going to punish you a lot! I’m trusting her to do a good job over the next hour in my absence. You see, I am going to organise a special party for us and I want you ready for it.” To Kerry I whispered. “Put her on the saltire, get her used to it because that’s where she’ll be during the shindig.”
Kerry pouted. “I thought you were going to put me on it.”
“Of course, both of you,” I said distractedly. I was trying desperately to control my feelings towards Kathleen which, I had to admit, were getting out of hand. By falling in love with her, as I seemed to be, I was transgressing my own code of ethics, but...!” I was in a quandary and no doubt about it. It made Kerry’s imminent departure that much easier to manage.
I saw the smile on Kerry’s lips and knew I had been right about her desires. “Should I be doing this the other way round, Kerry?”
I got another enigmatic smile as her eyes fixed unashamedly on my semi rampant cock. I nodded and smiled. “In time … all in good time.”
I left the two women alone. I really didn’t want to know what would happen down there though, somehow, I believed it would be very one sided. Kerry’s little step forward and that quip about Kathleen being delicious suggested rather more than just a hint of girl on girl enthusiasm in her. Of Kathleen I was sure that no such ideas had ever crossed her mind. She is a man’s woman if ever I saw one. And, by heavens, I’ve seen many of them, yet somehow, I just had to be sure, completely sure that I was right in my surmise. I was acting as if there was a very great deal resting on the outcome of this little experiment and I couldn’t or, at that moment, didn’t want to admit anything, not even to myself.
The party was to take place in about two weeks’ time, after Kathleen had been broken to the will of her body. I intended to invite all the women who had passed through my academy and, dear reader, I might as well add at this point that there are a lot of them for I have never had a failure among my many clients. But then you are well aware of that, are you not?
Their spouses or partners, all of whom are those who initiated and brought them here for treatment, will also be attending. Indeed, without them the party would be sluggish and dull indeed. It promises to be an exciting evening if previous such events are anything to go by. I donned my silk dressing gown to sit at my desk and make the string of phone calls that will set in motion the necessary machinery. I wanted to create a night of unabashed luxury and debauchery. I wanted this one to be better than anything that has gone before though why I should be seeing it any differently from previous events I wasn’t quite sure. Somehow I didn’t feel wholly comfortable and I was troubled and that made me feel vulnerable because I couldn’t put my finger on the cause. To ease my mind I went to the kitchen and began to prepare a meal for the three of us.
Like all the other rooms in the house the kitchen was large. I had placed a massive deal table in the centre of the flag stoned floor. I moved the chairs away from one side and began my preparations. I diced vegetables, sliced cold ham from the bone, boiled eggs and tossed salads. From the wine cellar I brought up decent whites and reds. Soon there was a whole salmon baking in the Aga cooker and hot cheese scones were stacked on a large salver under cover. When, at last, I stepped back from my handiwork it was to see that I had laid out a feast far greater than for a mere three people. Why had I done that? I washed my hands and, throwing off my robe, returned to the cellar naked to find Kathleen and Kerry.
What I saw made me unaccountably jealous. Jealous? Why, in hell’s name, should I be jealous? Kerry had released Kathleen from her suspending bondage and somehow managed to get her harnessed against the wall with the leather straps that I had used on her so long ago. My eyes were on Kathleen’s face which was livid with ecstasy. She looked absolutely beautiful posed there in the outstretched position with Kerry on her knees working her head into Kathleen’s crotch. I was just in time to see Kathleen shudder and sigh in orgasm. Her eyes opened wide and passionate in the extremes of her pleasure. “Aaaaaaaah!”
But then she saw me and her mewling turned to a sigh. There was a sudden flash of sorrow and embarrassment in her eyes.
I almost ran across the rubberised floor and dragged Kerry away by her lustrous hair. Without a word I dropped her on to the floor, whipped her over on her front and levelled my great rampant charger at her rose hole. The plug she habitually used was always removed when she rode the bar so my entrance was unimpeded. I stretched her legs wide apart and drove in so violently that she squealed. It was the extent of her protest. She knew that anything more would lead to severe punishment. Once embedded in her I grasped her hips and drew her up and in to me so that her ass was tight into my stomach and my cock hard up her. I held the position brutally.
“Have you been doing that with other women? Is that why you excluded Dominic?” I began to thrust hard in an out of her tightly gripping anus. “Are you a closet lesbian?” I asked emphasising each word with a hard thrust into her body.
“N … o … ooooo. I just ...Oh, Kathleen is so beautiful ... oh fuck me … fuck me ... fuck my arse hard… oh…!”
“Move it, Kerry, move your ass ... Come on … do it!” I shouted harshly, needing her liveliest response to convince Kathleen of the pleasure she would get when I entered her by that route. I had placed Kerry so that Kathleen would get a good view of the proceedings though I wasn’t sure that I particularly cared whether she got a good view or not. It seemed to me that all I wanted to do then was to punish Kerry for what she had done. It seemed to me to be a betrayal. Angered by it, I thrust into her again and again hard and brutally as if I wanted to hurt her. She seemed to accept it as my driving force and worked herself back into me with unbridled enthusiasm. Her bottom swung from side to side and up and down as she rode my cock with thoroughbred determination and I had to grip her hips tightly to avoid being unseated and thrown out. On we bounded in gigantic convulsions with sighs and groans, exhortations and exclamations, sweat pouring off our bodies and commingling in our union where my pubic hair matted against her ass and my charger streamed with the moistures of our fucking. I lurched forward over her back and reached beneath to grasp her large tits. I plied them with my fingers, squeezing and kneading and wrenching at the engorged nipples as I plunged in and out of her bottom hole. She twisted her head round, offering her mouth to mine. Being an incautious lifting of the veil of anonymity, that brings a meeting of minds rather than bodies, kissing is, for a counsellor, an intimacy too far but, nevertheless, in the heat of passion with her breath rasping through her nostrils I clamped my lips to hers as I had, carelessly done too many times before. There was no going back. Our tongues intertwined with the same vigour as I thrust my cock into her bum. My cum was beginning to boil in my balls as they slapped against her pussy lips. It seemed that all the energy I possessed was concentrated in my cock relentless as that cranked weapon Kathleen had been put to. My scolding cum was drawn up into my shaft.
“I’m co … ming … you bitch … co ... ming!” I thrust
in shorter, harder strokes needing my cock as far up inside Kerry as it would go, nor yet further. I wanted to inundate her very bowels with my load.
“Let me have it, you sod … now... NOW!”
She cried out in an excess of passion as my hot juice shot into her cavern and bathed her insides with superheated cum. She was panting like a steam engine. “Aaaaah! That’s it give it all to me ...oh ... oh ... oh!” Kerry had reached under herself and was kneading my balls to make them give up everything they had to offer her. She continued to wriggle and draw on my cock for a long time after she had emptied them but, at last, fatigued and contented, we fell together on to the rubber and, still conjoined, relaxed as we both slowly descended from whatever climactic hill we had just climbed.
Chapter 5
As we three sat at the kitchen table eating from the huge spread I had provided, both girls hobbled with ankle chains and Kerry adorned once more with nipple clamps, I told them of my plans for the party and of the things we had to do in preparation.
“It is important to get the layout right because there is a ceremony.” I said, vouchsafing nothing more because I needed to preserve the element of surprise. “Eat! Eat!”
It was a great pleasure to see Kerry tucking in. That both of them were hungry was no surprise to me for I had deliberately kept their diets small as part of the subjugation process. Kerry was frank in her appraisal of me. She kept her eyes on me all the time, eating with mechanical deliberation and in them I saw nothing but complete devotion. I avoided eye contact as much as possible and was solicitous towards Kathleen whom I was a little anxious about. Ever since she had been strapped to the wall and witnessed the turbulent ass fucking Kerry and I had enjoyed she had been subdued. She neither spoke nor seemed able to meet my eye though she ate readily enough.
“Kathleen, look at me. Obey me now!”
As she turned her head towards me I was taken aback by her blank, soulless stare. “What the hell am I doing here?” she asked in a flat tone.
“You are here, Kathleen, to discover your sexual being and to make you receptive to your husband.” “So you left me alone with … with ... with ... her?”
Oh ... oh! I cautioned myself silently. “So tell me you didn’t enjoy it.”
Kathleen lowered her head though she did nothing with her food. “Oh, I enjoyed it, yes.” She lifted her head and stared hard at me with renewed confidence. “In fact I enjoyed it a lot but…”
“…you would much rather it had been me kissing your pussy?” Kathleen nodded. She was still very frightened of her feelings.
I was inordinately pleased by her nod. “Kerry was uncertain too but she felt that that was why I had left the two of you alone.”
“Was it?” Kathleen was mildly indignant. “I had to be sure.”
“Of what?” Her voice had raised an octave. She was getting angry.
“You needed to know about yourself. Until you are absolutely sure about that we could not progress.” Kerry had been following the exchange placidly but now she said, “I enjoyed it, Kathleen, because you are very beautiful but I...”
Kathleen ignored her. She kept her head turned fully towards me “Oh, and now you are sure, are you?” “Yes,” I smiled as I nodded enthusiastically.
“I don’t see that it matters much. My prospective husband, as you persist in calling him, is so straight laced even his kisses are cold pecks.”
“I understood your mother to have been a very passionate lady.”
“I suppose she was.” Kathleen shrugged her shoulders. “I wouldn’t know.”
“Your pro … your intended,” I corrected myself, “might just be very shy with you!” “And?”
“He loves you very much!” I nodded to endorse the hypocrisy, looking carefully into her green eyes as I did so. She held my gaze for several moments then dropped her look to her plate. Silently she picked up a cheese scone and took a tiny bite. I was captivated by the sensuality of the action and knew, in that instant, that Kathleen was much more to me than any other woman had ever been. It was a hammer blow so unexpected that I was dumfounded and, for once in my life, lost for words. I realised that, far from being angry with Kerry’s intimacy, Kathleen was bewildered by my having left her. I took a mouthful of salmon and as I masticated slowly I considered, very carefully, my own situation. There were two options. Either I had to admit defeat as a counsellor and send her back to her prospective husband or acknowledge my own feelings and succumb to her.
“Kerry, Dominic has been invited to the party. He will then be taking you home.”
I expected argument but to my surprise Kerry merely nodded as she looked at me with the light of understanding in her eyes. She smiled more broadly than usual. “Do any of the women you have, eh treated, know your name?”
“No, and you won’t either. I am The Counsellor and I never lose contact with any of my clients so don’t...”
“I shan’t, Counsellor. I’ve been to one of your parties, remember?” “Right, on your feet both of you, we have work to do!”
The party took place a few days later. I was there, in evening dress, to meet the guests all of whom arrived promptly at ten o’clock all, that is, except Dominic whom I had told to be there at one o’clock in the morning for reasons that will be clear. Like me, all my guests were formally dressed with the ladies in a colourful array of expensive evening dresses. Seeing them all suitably armed with drinks, I left them briefly to go and fetch Kerry.
With her by my side, naked and alluringly beautiful, I took a discreet vantage point behind a two-way mirror and indicated a redheaded women standing tall and elegant. “That gorgeous creature is Anna. She was my most recent client. Difficult to believe, I know, but she had grown fat, lazy and downright obnoxious. Oh, you wouldn’t think so now.” “She is very beautiful.”
“She was horrible ... oh, I don’t mean ugly, never that, but she did manage to make herself thoroughly undesirable to her husband. That’s him with his arm about her waist. It took me a long time to bring her to heel but, as you see, I was successful just as I have been successful with you. It all started in a traffic jam when I drew up beside them and I heard her yelling. I was so annoyed by her behaviour that I followed them home and, choosing my time went to the front door. She answered my ringing of the bell with a rude demand as to who I was. I asked to see her husband. He came to her call. “May I speak with you alone, please?”
“Why?” That was from Anna.
“There has been an event at your work,” I looked pointedly at him, “which I need to discuss with you.” They lived in a leafy suburb, as the description is, so I took a gamble on his being employed by a respectable company.
“I don’t know you!”
“If we could speak outside, sir, alone.”
I had to do some fast talking to overcome his belligerence but bit by bit, as we paced to and fro on the lawn watched from the window by his wife, I told him that I had witnessed her behaviour towards him and managed to persuade him that I could rectify the situation and, after several weeks of correction at my academy, she would become the beautiful, loving person he craved. He was not easily persuaded. I had to gain his trust by breaking down his scepticism but at last he agreed. I managed to get him to see that they couldn’t go on in the manner I had witnessed in the car; that it could only end in disaster. “You cannot break the vicious circle without my intervention. I will send you a formal invitation to a party in a few days’ time and when you leave you will go alone. I will give you a daily progress report but you may not come and see her until I tell you. I cannot stress that earnestly enough.”
I smiled into Kerry’s questioning eyes. “I flung her into the nook too. She was a hellion! Fought me tooth and nail for a very long time.
“Worse than me?”
“Oh no, I wouldn’t say that,” I laughed with her, “but she did mana
ge to give me a black eye before I’d got her strapped to the wall.
Kerry laughed. “Good for her!”
“Ah, but for her sins, I had her facing the wall. She stayed there until she had stopped shouting, oh, about three hours. Later, with her arms strapped to her sides and properly hobbled I took her to the bar where she sat with her feet well off the floor for another three hours. She didn’t enjoy that.”
“My pussy was pretty sore after it too!”
“You rode it like a trooper, Kerry.”
“Why did I feel so bereft when you took me off it?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Some do!” I returned to the subject of Anna. “You cannot imagine what I had to do to her. She was livid with the strict crash diet I imposed on her though, like you, she did like the milking.
“Eeeem, and what am I going to do about that when I’m at home at home?” “Offer it to Dominic.”
“What? Make him fat?”
“The quantities will gradually subside as the medication wears off.” Kerry pouted. “And if I don’t want it to?”
I laughed with her.
“Do you see that small, black haired lass in the silver dress? That is Jemima. A real treasure, beautiful, always beautiful, but a complete and unadulterated bitch. She wore her clothes as though it was a suit of armour. She used to beat her husband ... oh yes … with a bamboo cane or anything else that came to hand. There was a cruel streak in her that just had to be broken. She degraded her husband horribly. Perhaps her worst crime was handcuffing his right hand to his cock and forcing him to go shopping with her.”
“What? You can’t be serious!” Kerry laughed but quickly closed her mouth when she saw the hardness of my expression.
“It was no laughing matter, I can tell you.” I told her sternly. “She made him wear a raincoat whenever they went out, even in the hottest of weathers. The garment had a slit in the pocket flap to give access to trouser or jacket pockets. You know the sort of thing? She cut out his trouser pocket and forced him to wear crotch-less panties. She demanded that he kept himself hard constantly by rubbing himself even in the street. I saw her slap his face once. “I told you to keep it hard!” she had shouted at him, openly feeling his crotch through the raincoat. “My God! The damned impudence of the woman! I just had to take her in hand. I didn’t bother with preliminaries either. I mounted her directly on the mechanical cock.”