It was as if Isabella was not just fucking herself and fucking David but fucking the man and the woman as well and the excitement all four of them were experiencing mounted fast. The woman was the first to climax, her body shaking as her husband’s tongue worked fast and hard on her clit. Then he succumbed too and spurted extravagantly into his fist, his climax overwhelming him and causing David to climax as well in an orgasm that swept over him uncontrollably. He heard his own cry as he ejaculated deep inside the man’s anus. Then he heard and felt Isabella climax with a loud moan and convulsive spasm around the dildo rammed into her sex.
And then it was all over – and far too quickly as far as David was concerned. He didn’t want that, didn’t want that at all. His body was still aching to be fucked by Isabella. He wanted her to fuck him forever, do it without stopping, never let him go.
The moon glowed full overhead as David pulled his car over to the side of the street outside Isabella’s house where he was about to drop her off. He was feeling down, couldn’t help himself. He’d only been with Isabella for a short while again – two, three hours on this occasion – and the time had flown by. Now she was about to leave him once more and the prospect of it filled him with deep dismay. He could feel a chasm of despair start to unfold in his stomach.
David watched Isabella as she opened the car door, the dome light blazing white on the porcelain smoothness of her skin. Before she got out, she turned to him. ‘You made me proud of you tonight, slave,’ she said. Then she was gone ... and so was David’s attack of the blues. He thought he was going to burst with happiness at what Isabella had just said to him.
Chapter Twenty Two
David went straight to bed when he got home but didn’t sleep much, didn’t even try. He couldn’t get Isabella’s words out of his mind; they kept dancing round and round in his head in a whirl. ‘You made me proud of you tonight, slave.’ That was what she’d said to him. ‘You made me proud of you ...’ He was thoroughly elated. And things got even better. She phoned him that afternoon. That very afternoon, would you believe.
‘Caroline’s just invited me round for drinks tonight with her and Matthew and has suggested that I bring you,’ she said. ‘I’ve accepted her invitation on behalf of us both.’
‘That’s great, Mistress,’ David replied, thrilled. ‘Thank you very much.’
‘You know that smart-casual outfit you wore when I took you to Latin in the Lanes,’ Isabella said.
‘Yes, Mistress,’ he replied.
‘I liked it.’
‘Thank you, Mistress.’
‘I would like you to wear it tonight,’ Isabella went on. ‘There’s no need for the nipple clamps and butt plug this time though. It’s not going to be that kind of an evening. I’ve agreed with Caroline that it will be purely social. I’ll pick you up at eight thirty.’
‘Yes, Mi …’ He didn’t get the words out, Isabella had already hung up. He replaced his own receiver on its cradle with a feeling of exhilaration.
David had high hopes for the evening, which he could see going very well. Its main potential for him lay in the fact that the four of them shared so much common ground. There’d be much to discuss on the subject of BDSM. Also, he reflected sardonically, they all actually knew one another, which was more than could be said about last night’s depraved foursome – not that you’d find him complaining. “You made me proud of you tonight, slave”.
David had been right. No sooner had the four of them sat down in the living room, drinks in hand, than the conversation turned to the delights of domination and submission. Caroline looked on approvingly, her green eyes sparkling, as Matthew told Isabella and David about how she was the love of his life and how happy they were together. He said that being Caroline’s slave was the most fitting way he could imagine of showing her how much he adored her.
David was very pleased that his friend had found such happiness with Caroline, but what he had to say gave him pause for thought too. He knew things were very different between Isabella and himself because with her it was all one-sided. He wasn’t even allowed to contact her, and she never showed him any affection to speak of. But perhaps all that was about to change, David told himself optimistically. Those words of praise she’d given him last night might have meant she was starting to have tender feelings towards him at long last. Why, only today she’d complimented him on the outfit he’d worn when they’d dined out at Latin in the Lanes, the same one he was wearing tonight on her instruction.
David was brought rapidly down to earth by what Isabella then had to say. Her relationship with him was very different to the one Caroline and Matthew enjoyed, she said. It was not a love affair like theirs. It was a diversion on her part, that was all.
David felt crestfallen to hear Isabella say these words. It was a blast of reality from her after his optimistic flight of fancy and it made his head drop. Of course it was all just one-sided. Of course she didn’t have tender feelings towards him. He couldn’t help envying Caroline and Matthew the love they had for one another. And yet that loving relationship was also strongly sadomasochistic and certainly was not monogamous. He of all people knew that after the two amazing BDSM sex sessions he’d had with them in this very room. There was something contradictory there, he suggested. How did they resolve it as a couple?
Caroline answered for them both. ‘Matthew is the man I love and respect and take care of in all the conventional ways,’ she said. ‘But by my choosing him to be my slave and him agreeing willingly to that enslavement and all it implies we’ve achieved a whole new level of intimacy and togetherness in our relationship. Our sex life is kinky and it’s pansexual and it’s hardcore. It is all about pushing limits and heavy duty S&M. But in its essence it’s about trust and love.
‘I know Matthew has told you about the first time I spanked him,’ Caroline went on. ‘I hope that aspect of it came across in his account.’ David assured her that it had. Caroline turned to Matthew. ‘After that spanking came your first whipping. Needless to say, I have pushed your boundaries very much further since then, but I assume you still remember the first time I took a whip to you.’
Matthew remembered it all right. The details were still as sharp in his memory as if it had all happened yesterday, each moment vividly recalled as it flashed across his thoughts. The experience had been euphoric. In its own perverse way, its own perverted way, it had represented a profound expression of love on both their parts...
Matthew was naked and on his stomach in a spread eagled position, his wrists and ankles secured by black rope to the sturdy bedposts of the couple’s four-poster bed. The blood was pounding in his veins and his throat was dry. Caroline, who was also nude, picked up a leather whip and brought it down hard on his backside. That first blow delivered pain to Matthew, sending a wave of agony through his body. It also delivered sexual excitement and anticipation. He wondered excitedly what Caroline would do next. Would her next blow be even harder? Could he handle it? Could he take the pain?
Caroline brought the whip down a second time, striking him even harder. Matthew felt pain and trepidation and excitement and anticipation. He felt something else too – complete confidence that he could trust Caroline. He was confident that even though this was the first time she’d ever taken a whip to him she would know innately what he could handle and what he could not. He knew he could trust her implicitly not to cross the line.
Caroline brought the whip down once more and the bed creaked and his body tensed and the pain bit deep. Then she brought it down again … and again and again until his body stopped tensing, instead giving itself up, yielding to the insistent lashing of the whip. Matthew began to rock his hips to the furious rhythm of Caroline’s lashes as she brought the whip down on his skin hard, harder, harder still. Finally he was on the point of orgasm. ‘Permission to come, Mistress,’ he gasped. His spread eagled body was shaking in its bondage as though electric shocks were coursing through his veins.
‘Not yet,’ Caroline said
. ‘Not until you tell me what you are, who you belong to.’
‘I am yours, only yours, Mistress,’ Matthew replied in exaltation. ‘I am your slave.’
‘Come for me now, slave,’ she said, bringing the whip down on his rear with one last ferocious blow. And he did. Matthew climaxed violently for Caroline, spilling his load in abundance as he shuddered without control within his rope bonds.
Chapter Twenty Three
‘…reminder of your enslavement to me.’
At first lost in his reminiscence of that first whipping he’d received from his beloved Mistress, Matthew heard Caroline’s voice only as a distant, disembodied sound. ‘Sorry, Mistress,’ he said, focussing on her. ‘What did you just say?’
‘I was telling our guests that I insist that you always wear the slave’s collar you have on this evening when you’re at work,’ Caroline said, ‘and that my reason for doing this is to give you a constant reminder while you’re there of your enslavement to me. Show it to them, would you.’
‘Yes, Mistress,’ Matthew replied dutifully. He unbuttoned the top of his shirt to reveal the loose chained padlock he was wearing around his neck.
‘Now you, slave,’ Isabella said to David. ‘Let’s see the one you’re wearing tonight.’
David’s mouth fell open. ‘B-but I’m not, Mistress,’ he stammered. ‘You told me it wasn’t going to be that sort of evening.’
A tight, uncomfortable silence descended for a lengthy moment. ‘Correction, slave,’ Isabella finally replied, her face now hardened to a mask. ‘I told you to wear the same outfit you wore when I took you to Latin in the Lanes but said you should omit the nipple clamps and butt plug. You’ll be telling me next that you’re not wearing the genital ring or leather g-string either.’
David lowered his eyes. ‘N-no I’m not, Mistress,’ he responded falteringly. ‘I seem to have got the wrong end of the stick.’
‘I don’t know about that,’ Isabella snapped. She deliberately stared at David, forcing him to look up and meet her gaze. ‘I would have said that my instructions to you were perfectly clear. The bottom line here is that you didn’t do what I told you to and that’s simply not acceptable.’
David felt his Adam’s apple bob. ‘I apologise, M-mistress,’ he said, his words still stilted. ‘I meant no disrespect to you. I seem to have got the …’
‘… wrong end of the stick, yes you’ve already said that,’ Isabella cut in irritably. ‘You accept that you must be punished for what you’ve done?’
‘I do, Mistress,’ David replied humbly. He felt mortified. ‘Straight away, if you wish.’
‘It’s not up to me, is it, slave,’ Isabella corrected David, fixing him with another withering gaze. ‘This is not my house.’
David made an effort to swallow. ‘No, Mistress,’ he said. ‘I’m sorry for being presumptuous.’
Isabella turned to Caroline. ‘I’m in your hands, my dear,’ she said. ‘Actually I would like to punish him right now. But I don’t want to abuse your hospitality. We did agree earlier between ourselves that this would be a purely social evening. What would you like me to do?’
‘Punish him now,’ Caroline said. ‘It’s what I’d want to do in your position.’
‘Thank you for that,’ Isabella said. ‘I propose to tie him up and beat the crap out of him. Do you think you could loan me some bondage rope and a heavy leather strap.’
‘Certainly,’ Caroline replied. ‘I have both in my box of tricks here.’ She motioned towards the oak chest in which, as David already knew, she kept many of her BDSM items.
Isabella turned back to David. ‘We appear to be all set, slave,’ she said, gazing at him coldly. ‘Get up, leave this room, go to the foot of the stairs and take off all your clothes. Then wait where you are and contemplate the punishment you’re about to receive. I’ll join you there in a few moments once I’ve spoken some more with Caroline and obtained from her the implements I’ll be disciplining you with.’
‘Yes, Mistress,’ David said nervously. He took a deep breath, stood up and left the room, his head lowered. He shut the door behind him and stripped off at the bottom of the stairs. A shudder of fear ran up and down the length of his spine as he waited for Isabella to come through the door.
When she did she was holding the heavy leather strap and length of bondage rope she’d borrowed from Caroline. Isabella told David to put his hands together in front of him and cross them at the wrist. Once he’d done this she expertly tied them to the newel post of the banisters with the rope.
Isabella then grasped David’s hair and put her face very close to his. ‘I’m going to make you really suffer for what you’ve done, slave,’ she said, her lip curling with displeasure. ‘I’m more than a little pissed off with you, in case you hadn’t noticed.’
Isabella let go of David’s hair and he braced himself for the rigours of what lay ahead. Isabella moved behind him, raised the leather strap high and swished it through the air. It landed with a crack on its target, causing David to gasp at the sudden pain that seared across his backside. Immediately Isabella brought the strap down again. It was even more agonizing. When David felt the strap sting his backside for the third time he couldn’t hold back a cry of pain. A fourth and fifth stroke followed in swift succession and then down came the heavy strap again. David’s eyes blurred with tears of pain as the blows succeeded one another with increasing violence. Isabella carried on thrashing his backside mercilessly, causing numerous red streaks to appear there. David’s naked, lacerated body glistened with sweat and burned with unbearable pain.
He was about to beg for mercy when Isabella suddenly stopped beating him. She moved briefly to his front, laying the heavy strap over the balustrade. Then she moved behind him again and shortly afterwards he heard her open and shut the front door of the house. He then heard the sounds of Isabella slamming the door of her Mercedes and of it growling away out of the drive and down the street.
David was left, tied to the banisters by his wrists, naked and in great pain and all alone. But he was not left like that for long. Matthew came out of the living room, freed his hands and retrieved the bondage rope and leather strap. David said how sorry he was for screwing up the evening the way he had but Matthew waved his apology away. ‘These things happen,’ he said gently. ‘Everyone makes mistakes.’
‘I’d better go,’ David said, his voice subdued.
Matthew did not demur. ‘I’ll call you a taxi,’ he said, reaching out and squeezing his shoulder.
Chapter Twenty Four
Isabella didn’t call. No surprises there. After what had happened David didn’t expect her to call any time soon. Indeed he strongly feared that she’d never call again.
Matthew did call though. He phoned the next day to check David was OK. David told Matthew that he thought he may have blown it permanently with Isabella. But his friend told him he was worrying needlessly. ‘Think logically about this, David,’ Matthew urged. ‘It was a simple misunderstanding on your part, that’s all. Isabella knows that perfectly well, so the chances of her wanting to finish with you because of it have got to be remote in the extreme. The incident was just a minor setback, no more than that, trust me.’
David was reassured by Matthew’s advice, which on reflection made a lot of sense to him, and he managed to stop worrying. Even so, it soon became clear that Isabella was in anything but a rush to get back to him. As time went by and the painful welts on his backside slowly faded there wasn’t a day David didn’t spend thinking about Isabella and masturbating. And there wasn’t a night that he didn’t spend dreaming intensely vivid erotic dreams about her. Those dreams tended to follow something of a pattern.
In them Isabella took David to a club that seemed to be some sort of a cross between Club Depravity and The Office. She was dressed in a tight fitting leather body suit and he was naked and on his hands and knees beneath her. Isabella lost no time in handing David over to an Amazonian blonde beauty wearing nothing but a gigantic strap-o
n dildo. The Amazon lost even less time in putting her strap-on into use. She sodomized David vigorously, her hands on his hips, her sharp-nailed fingers digging into his flesh. Her stomach kept beating against his rear while she was pounding in and out of him. Time and again that rapacious Amazonian blonde penetrated him, plunged hard into his narrow anus then withdrew, then plunged in hard again. Over and over she hammered into him, making his insides scream in protest. David’s body was so stretched, so damaged by this brutal onslaught, that it felt as if it was broken in pieces.
Eventually Isabella spirited the brutal Amazonian woman away and replaced her with a group of handsome young men with tanned, toned bodies. All of them were naked and hugely erect, their big cocks hard and eager. Having told David to kneel upright, she instructed the young men to form a circle around him and wank themselves off, telling them to make sure they ejaculated all over him.
They went about their task with gusto, licking their lips and gasping as they worked their hands fast along their hard cocks. They stroked and pulled and jerked forcefully at their erections until they climaxed as if as one, all of them convulsing in spasms. They squirted their hot seed over David’s body and face and splashed it onto his hair in a real bukkaki-fest.
It was deeply humiliating, but David didn’t mind. In truth he revelled in it. He was so submissive, so devoted to Isabella there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. He was hers to abuse as excessively as she saw fit. His battered, gaping anus and come-covered face and hair and body was the proof of it. It proved that he was worthy of her. Isabella was proud of him too, she kept on saying so over and over again ... in his dreams.
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