Mistress Extreme

by Alex Jordaine

  Nothing could disguise the desire she saw in Anne’s eyes as she flaunted herself in front of her. Jacqui was wearing no underwear, as was her wont even then, and the thin strip of black leather was pulled up tight between her pussy lips, rubbing against the wetness of her sex. It aroused her even more, making her nipples poke even more insistently against the scanty black cotton top.

  ‘I think you’ve made your point – or should I say points,’ Anne smiled, eyeing her rigidly erect nipples as they strained against the tight material of her singlet. Rising gracefully to her feet, she stood in front of Jacqui. She then reached out for her, took her by the waist and pulled her close. The two women looked at each other for a long moment and then Anne put her lips to Jacqui’s and kissed her hard. ‘This is what you want, isn’t it,’ she whispered.

  ‘Yes,’ Jacqui said breathlessly. ‘And a lot more besides.’

  ‘You want to go all the way?’

  ‘I’d love to go all the way,’ Jacqui replied, still breathless.

  ‘Even though you know that I’m a happily married woman?’

  ‘That just makes you all the more appealing to me,’ Jacqui said, ‘all the more tempting.’

  ‘And that makes you a bad girl, doesn’t it.’ Anne’s eyes were shining brightly.

  ‘That makes me a bad girl,’ Jacqui agreed.

  ‘Let’s sit together on the couch and take things from there,’ Anne suggested huskily.

  ‘Yes let’s,’ Jacqui replied, and they sat down side by side. Things were really going Jacqui’s way, she thought. She felt in control of the situation.

  Then all of a sudden she didn’t. ‘As far as I’m concerned bad girls like you need to be punished,’ Anne said, her voice suddenly cold. She took Jacqui firmly by the hands and pulled her across her lap. Jacqui turned and looked over her shoulder at Anne, catching the gleam of determination in her eye. Jacqui may not have been in control any more but she as sure as hell knew what was coming next and it made her shiver with excitement. She was about to get rather more than she’d planned for today – and that was just fine by her.

  Jacqui cried out when the first stinging blow came down, the flat of Anne’s hand slapping firmly down on her rear cheeks. It was an explosion of pain, a raw livid sensation that turned her skin red. Then the second stroke came down and it was as sharp as the first, the sound reverberating around the room. Anne held Jacqui down, keeping her in place across her lap. She spanked her four more times in quick succession. The pain escalated with each blow, a fire building on her flesh. But those few blows were only the beginning. The spanking went on and on and on. Anne simply did not let up and the pain burned hotly on Jacqui’s backside, sinking ever deeper. But with the pain came the pleasure and throughout the beating Jacqui could feel its heat build up in her sex, which rubbed excitingly against the thin strip of leather pressing tightly against it.

  At last the thrashing stopped and Jacqui twisted round to see the curves of her cruelly spanked backside. They were dark red against the black of the ultra-brief leather shorts, the imprint of Anne’s fingers on her flesh merging into a deep flush of pain. Jacqui tried to get up but Anne kept her in place. She began to run her hand over the soreness of her rear, feeling the burning heat that she had inflicted on her skin. Jacqui sighed as Anne went on to stroke her fingers between her thighs. She pushed the leather deeper between her pussy lips, making her shudder with desire.

  Jacqui sighed again and shuddered even more as Anne’s fingers pressed harder against the wet material. She arched her back, on the verge of orgasm as Anne pressed her fingers harder still against the love juice-soaked leather. Then she stopped, pushing Jacqui off her lap. ‘Bend over the edge of the couch and wait,’ she ordered, getting to her feet.

  Jacqui was soon in position, breathing heavily with sexual arousal. She closed her eyes, wondering excitedly what form of chastisement Anne was going to subject her to next. She also wondered, as she listened to her leaving the room, how long she’d make her wait for it. Anne was not gone long. Jacqui’s eyes flew open and she cried out loudly as the crop came down with a swish followed swiftly by a snap of leather on flesh. ‘I gave up riding years ago,’ Anne said. ‘But I hung on to this. I always knew it would come in handy one day.’ Jacqui let out another loud cry of pain as Anne brought the crop down again, striking another line of fire across her backside. Then a further harsh stroke landed across her rear cheeks. It was followed by another viciously harsh stroke, and then another ...

  Jacqui lost count of the number of times Anne used the riding crop on her, but when the beating was finally over and she was allowed to stand up, her rear was criss-crossed with red lines and her flesh was quivering and burning with both pain and pleasure.

  Jacqui suddenly became conscious of the passage of time. The light outside the window had faded and the colours in the room had dimmed and were tinged with shadows. It was evident that afternoon had morphed into evening during the course of her prolonged punishment. Now for what she’d actually planned for, Jacqui said to herself with an inward smile. Now for some pure, correction impure sex with Anne.

  But Anne had other ideas altogether. ‘That’s all you’re getting out of me,’ she said with grim finality, her eyes hard. ‘I want you to go to your bedroom now, shut the door, strip off your little fuck-me outfit and spend the rest of your time under this roof playing with yourself – like you were doing this afternoon for my benefit.’ She went on: ‘I want you to leave at daybreak and never return. You might have been determined to seduce me today, Jacqui, but I was even more determined that you wouldn’t. I told you I’m a happily married woman. I’m also monogamous, and that’s the way I’m going to stay.’

  Jacqui did as she’d been told, climaxing time and again as she masturbated deliriously for hours on end, her skin marked deeply by the heavy chastisement Anne had inflicted on her.

  The pain Jacqui was still suffering as a result of her earlier beatings and the knowledge of what had caused that pain in the first place made her epic masturbation session and the multiple orgasms that went with it a hundred times more intense.

  Jacqui’s night of onanistic excess did come to an end, though. It had to come to an end because Anne had been very specific in her instructions. There was nothing else for it, nothing that could be done, it was all over.

  Jacqui left Anne’s home by dawn’s early light, just as instructed, closing the front door behind her as quietly as Anne had closed her bedroom door the day before.

  Chapter Thirty Five

  ‘David,’ Jacqui whispered, breaking the silence in the dungeon.

  She got no answer. Isabella had been quite clear that they were not to speak or move from the positions in which she had left them and David was not about to disobey her.

  ‘David,’ Jacqui repeated.

  There was still no answer.

  ‘David, playing with Mistress got me all sexed-up. I know it did the same to you. I noticed that you had a huge hard-on when you were licking her anus.’

  Silence.

  ‘David,’ Jacqui persisted. ‘I still feel incredibly horny. I’ve been having some really sexy thoughts – horny memories – while I’ve been kneeling here back to back with you.’

  No reply.

  ‘My pussy’s dripping, I can tell you,’ Jacqui continued. ‘So I’m going to play with myself, can’t resist it.’

  David still gave no answer but his cock swelled anew as he heard what he heard next. It was the wet sound of Jacqui’s agile fingers working rhythmically in and out of her pussy and her accompanying moans of pleasure, which he was sure she was exaggerating to increase his lustful discomfort.

  ‘David,’ she said, and he felt her naked breasts rub against his shoulders, her breath hot against his neck. ‘Yes, that’s right, I’ve shifted position. Naughty, aren’t I? Want to be naughty, too?’

  David gave no answer.

  ‘Let me see if you want to be naughty,’ Jacqui said, reaching round to the front of him and
grasping hold of his cock, which was now massively erect. ‘I knew you did, and here’s my proof.’ She began to masturbate him, her fingers pulling on the length of his erection, rubbing ever harder.

  ‘David,’ she breathed, letting go of his throbbing shaft. ‘I so much want to suck that big cock of yours.’ She crawled to the front of him and pressed her mouth to the head of his cock, savouring the feel of it against the softness of her lips. She traced her tongue under it. She closed her mouth around it, sucking on it. Then Jacqui began to work her mouth up and down David’s erection until he was panting with desire as her pace grew faster and faster. And then she stopped, removing her lips from his shaft.

  ‘David,’ Jacqui purred, turning round and getting on to all fours in front of him. She looked back into his guilty, anguished face. ‘I’d just love it if you’d fuck me in the arse,’ she said, putting her hands behind her and parting the cheeks of her backside. ‘I’ve been looking forward to it all day. Got my arsehole all prepared, lubed up and everything, in readiness for your great – big – cock.’

  David didn’t say anything, didn’t move. But, my God, the enticement of Jacqui’s seductive words and that anus pulsing and twitching eagerly, hungrily, wantonly.

  ‘Come on, David, you know you want to,’ Jacqui cajoled, placing her hands back on the floor in front of her and parting her thighs a little further with a seductive wiggle of her backside. ‘Think how it would feel plunging your stiff cock into my tight arsehole and fucking me hard until we both come.’

  Suddenly David’s resolve deserted him. He couldn’t hold out any longer against this most persistent, most voracious of temptresses. He crawled forward and thrust his rampant cock into Jacqui’s anal hole, causing her to utter a loud moan of pleasure. David buggered her powerfully, faster and faster, each thrust going deeper into her anus until she screamed out her climax. David called out, too, a wordless explosion of lust as he pumped squirts of hot semen into Jacqui’s anal hole.

  At that moment the door of the dungeon burst open with a heavy crash and Isabella stormed in. ‘What the hell is going on here?’ she said with raised voice, her dark eyes blazing. ‘I told you two not to move position or speak and what do I come in here to discover? I find you, David, fucking Jacqui in the arse. You climaxed, as well, didn’t you, you bastard. The evidence is before my eyes.’ David had withdrawn his cock and a gentle dribble of jism was beginning to run slowly out of Jacqui’s anus and down her thighs.

  ‘Yes, Mistress,’ David replied shamefacedly.

  ‘Lick that up,’ Isabella said pointing to the come leaking down Jacqui’s thighs.

  ‘Yes, Mistress.’ He got on with his task straight away, his tongue working fast.

  ‘Now, lick all your semen from out of her arsehole and swallow it down,’ she demanded and David, again, complied immediately. He sucked and slurped at Jacqui’s gaping anus, gulping down his own come greedily until Isabella told him to stop.

  ‘You’re both a couple of disobedient fuckers, there can be no denying that,’ Isabella said. ‘But what I really want to know is which of you started all this?’

  ‘David did, Mistress,’ Jacqui replied almost before Isabella had finished speaking.

  ‘Is that true, David?’ Isabella asked.

  David was silent, momentarily dumbstruck by Jacqui’s outrageous duplicity. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

  ‘Well?’ Isabella snapped. ‘Is what Jacqui has just said true?’

  He shook his head vigorously. ‘No, Mistress.’

  ‘One of you is lying,’ Isabella said, taking hold of a heavy leather flogger, ‘and I intend to find out which one it is. I’m going to beat the shit out of both of you until I get at the truth. You first, Jacqui, over the whipping bench with you.’

  ‘Yes, Mistress,’ she said, getting into position.

  ‘Now, I’ll ask you again – who started it?’

  ‘David, Mistress.’

  Isabella began to whip Jacqui with considerable ferocity. The lashes struck her backside in a regular harsh rhythm, and each time the whip cracked against her skin, she cried out in pain. Isabella began to strike more quickly, inflicting ever more excruciating pain on her, and Jacqui’s cries came faster and faster. Pain soared through her and she began to sob, the tears forming in the corner of her eyes and rolling down her cheeks in a constant flow. Tremors ran through her body too and her backside was crimson from its punishment.

  Isabella stopped whipping Jacqui and asked again who had started it.

  ‘David, Mistress,’ she sobbed.

  ‘Get back on to your knees, bitch.’

  ‘Yes, Mistress.’

  ‘Your turn now, David,’ Isabella said and he got up from his kneeling position in order to change places with Jacqui. ‘Who started it?’

  ‘Jacqui, Mistress,’ he said, trying desperately to catch Isabella’s eye but she determinedly avoided returning his gaze. He bent over the whipping bench, one extremely worried slave.

  Isabella thrashed him as ferociously as she had flogged Jacqui, whipping him over and over until the sharp pain burned like fire into his flesh and his aching backside was thoroughly striped with the marks of the flogger. The pain was excruciating but still she went on. David gasped and sobbed with the agony of trying to bear it. The only way he could cope with the intense pain was to block everything else out. He thought of nothing, imagined nothing, the vicious strokes that burned on his backside his only reality.

  Isabella stopped whipping David and asked him again who had started it.

  ‘Jacqui, Mistress,’ he said, his face streaked with tears. She told him to get back on to his knees next to Jacqui.

  ‘Well, I’m loathe to admit it, but torture isn’t always the answer,’ Isabella said, looking contemptuously from one slave to the other. ‘I’m going to have to make a judgement call on this one and decide which one of you two disobedient slaves is also lying.’ There was a long silence, heavy with tension.

  ‘David,’ Isabella said, gazing at him with all the warmth of a rattle snake. ‘Crawl into the cage.’ He obeyed and Isabella immediately locked him in and told Jacqui to get up from her knees. She walked with her from the dungeon, switching off its lights before shutting the door and, for good measure, locking it as well. David was left imprisoned in the cage and the dungeon in darkness and despair.

  ‘I was going to watch a pornographic film I have that’s a bit special,’ Isabella said to Jacqui as they entered the living room together. ‘Care to join me?’

  ‘Yes, Mistress,’ Jacqui said, her expression that of the proverbial cat that had got the cream. ‘Can we masturbate each other while we watch?’

  ‘You never know.’

  The mahogany cabinet that housed the television was open and Isabella picked up the remote control. She and Jacqui then sat down together on the leather couch opposite the screen. Isabella wound the tape that was already in the machine back to the beginning. There were no credits, just some fizzing on the screen. There was a small glitch on the tape, giving the impression that it had not been professionally made. Isabella fast forwarded and pressed to play. The picture had been taken from one angle only and the two people in it obviously did not know they were being filmed.

  Those two people were David and Jacqui. And Jacqui was the one giving the star performance: Jacqui lavishly playing with her wet pussy, Jacqui turning round and masturbating David as she whispered provocatively in his ear and rubbed her breasts against his shoulders, Jacqui crawling in front of David and sucking his cock, Jacqui opening the cheeks of her backside and inviting David to sodomize her ...

  Isabella stopped the tape.

  ‘You’re always saying that my dungeon’s got absolutely everything,’ she said, turning to face Jacqui. ‘That’s true. And that includes a well hidden CCTV camera. It’s extremely rare for me to use it but today I made an exception and I’m very glad I did.’

  ‘I don’t know what to say,’ Jacqui said, not meeting her eye and lookin
g extremely shamefaced.

  ‘Don’t say anything,’ Isabella replied, curling her lip with distaste. ‘Go and pack your bags right now and get out of this house.’

  ‘But, where will I go?’ Jacqui said, her voice pleading.

  ‘Don’t know. Don’t care,’ Isabella hissed sharply. ‘All I know is that I don’t ever want to see your lying face again.’

  Chapter Thirty Six

  Jacqui gave up being a hostess at Club Depravity immediately after that and disappeared off the radar. ‘I never did trust her,’ Kate said to Isabella the next time they met.

  ‘Neither did I, not for a single moment,’ Isabella replied. ‘I wasn’t born yesterday, you know. I was merely toying with the devious little bitch. She thought she was manipulating me and yet it was the other way round all along.’

  Kate laughed quietly. ‘I might have known it,’ she said.

  The two dommes were having this conversation in Isabella’s dungeon and were both gloriously naked except for identical black leather and diamante chokers and shiny high heeled boots. David and Tony were in the dungeon too and were in bondage.

  David was on his knees inside the steel cage in which he’d been left incarcerated when he’d thought the treacherous Jacqui had managed to fool his Mistress – more fool him for having thought that, he’d told himself afterwards. On this occasion his wrists were handcuffed to one of its bars, he was wearing only a black leather hood with open eye, nose and mouth holes, and there was a metal cock ring at the base of his erect shaft.

  Tony was standing with his back to the wall-mounted cross, his arms outstretched. His wrist cuffs were attached by metal trigger clips to chains attached to either end of the horizontal section of the cross and his ankle cuffs were attached together by another trigger clip. He was naked apart from a metal slave’s collar and a black leather cock corset that tightly encased his erection.

  ‘No, I never trusted Jacqui – not one little bit,’ Isabella went on. ‘And while we’re on the subject of trust,’ she added, ‘do you want to play a little game that’s all about that very subject?’