Mistress Extreme

by Alex Jordaine

  ‘Sure,’ Kate said. ‘What did you have in mind?’

  ‘We’ll each in turn say something we want one of our two slaves here to do or have done to them,’ Isabella said. ‘Whatever one of us says, the other must allow, come what may. Why? Because we trust each other, simple as that. Want to play my game?’

  ‘I certainly do,’ Kate said, her violet eyes gleaming.

  ‘Then let’s begin,’ Isabella said.

  ‘Would you like to go first?’ Kate asked, deferring to her former Mistress as always.

  ‘OK,’ Isabella said and reflected for a moment. ‘Let’s start the proceedings gently. I would like your slave to worship my feet.’

  ‘All right, why don’t you sit down and I’ll bring Tony to you,’ Kate said. She then strode over to the cross, detached Tony from it and led him, crawling, to kneel at Isabella’s feet. He bent his head low and pressed his lips against the toe of the boot Isabella presented to him. He slid his tongue along the pure leather, his lips caressing the instep and then sucking on the high, pointed heel. She presented her other boot to his lips and he did the same, soon lost in the action.

  ‘That’s enough,’ Isabella said eventually, pulling her boot away from Tony’s lips. ‘Your turn to decide now, Kate. My guess would be that you’ll want to go to the opposite extreme.’

  ‘And you’d be right,’ Kate said, taking her cue. ‘I’d like Tony to go over and select the whip of yours that he thinks he’d find the most painful. He will do this in the sure and certain knowledge that you are about to use it on him with the utmost ferocity.’ Both Isabella and Tony got to their feet, Tony to collect the whip that he feared the most – a vicious flogger of braided red and black leather – and Isabella to use it on him as soon as he had handed it to her.

  ‘Thank you, Tony,’ Isabella said with a slight sideways nod of the head as she took hold of the braided flogger. ‘See how polite I am?’

  ‘Yes, Mistress,’ he replied, trembling noticeably.

  ‘I want you to return the compliment and be equally courteous,’ she told him. ‘You must thank me every time you feel the lash of this nasty whip, counting out the strokes each time you receive them. Understood?’

  ‘Yes, Mistress.’ His voice was unsteady.

  ‘Good,’ she said. ‘Now, get on to your hands and knees.’ As soon as Tony was in position Isabella brought the braided flogger down on his backside with a blow that was exceptionally stinging and sharp.

  ‘One, Mistress, thank you,’ he gasped. She whipped him again and there was another sharp flash of pain.

  ‘Two, Mistress, thank you.’ And again and again and on and on, each strike a hard explosion of sound, until the pain tore at his body and he was sobbing out his thanks piteously, tears cascading down his face. Isabella put the braided flogger to one side when the sobbing slave had counted all the way up to fifty. She looked over at Kate.

  ‘Your choice this time,’ Kate said. ‘It’s your turn to decide.’

  ‘I’d like you to clamp Tony’s nipples,’ Isabella said after a moment’s deliberation.

  Kate took hold of a set of clover clamps, walked over to her slave, got him to kneel upright and attached them to his chest. Tony cringed with pain as the clamps pinched into his nipples. Kate then pulled them hard and he cried out. His nipples throbbed painfully, sending spasms of sensation directly to his shaft which pulsed within the tightness of his leather cock corset.

  ‘Now you choose,’ Isabella said. ‘You make the decision.’

  Kate picked out a double dildo strap-on and handed it to Isabella along with a bottle of lubricant. ‘I’d like you to fuck my slave in the arse,’ she said.

  ‘It would be my pleasure,’ said Isabella, getting into the strap-on harness and easing the internal dildo into her wet pussy. ‘My pleasure indeed.’ She pressed the internal dildo hard so that it nudged exquisitely against her clitoris, and she let out a moan of pleasure as she did so. The other end extended from her pubis, a thick, erect cock that was identical to the one she had just inserted into herself. She tightened the straps of the harness, testing the dildo that jutted out from her body and delighting in the feeling that it caused as it pushed against the one inside her that was its mirror image.

  Isabella liberally coated the dildo jutting from her crotch with lubricant. ‘Adopt the position to be penetrated, slave,’ she ordered. Tony obediently leant forward and then reached back with both arms and held the cheeks of his backside apart, presenting his anus to Isabella. She gently worked the thickness of the dildo in and out of the rosebud opening a few times, pushing it in a little further with each thrust and stretching Tony’s sphincter. He suddenly felt the dildo spasm right into him until his anal ring was tight against its base. He put his hands on to the ground and Isabella began to fuck him, slowly at first and then building increasingly in intensity.

  ‘My turn to choose now,’ Isabella said as she continued to sodomize Tony. ‘I’d like you to release David from the cage, bring him to the centre of the dungeon on all fours and use a riding crop on him just as hard as I whipped your slave – harder if it pleases you.’

  ‘It most definitely does please me,’ Kate replied with a sadistic laugh as she strode over to the cage. She bent forward to remove the handcuffs from David’s wrists that had been shackling him to the cage, which she then opened. Kate let him crawl out and then took hold of a riding crop.

  She weighed the implement in her hand and then began. The first swish of the crop whistled down and landed hard across David’s backside. He gave a cry of pain through the mouth hole of the leather hood and a red stripe appeared across his flesh. There was another whistle of the crop, another flash of pain and a further stripe. Soon David lost count as stroke after stroke fell across his rear, slicing red heat through his body. Each stroke made him jump and shudder and cry out. Sometimes Kate brought the crop down in rapid succession, other times her strokes were drawn out, making him wait, in tense anticipation for ages. And then she stopped altogether, putting the crop to one side.

  ‘Your call,’ Isabella said, when she saw that Kate had finished.

  ‘I’d like to give his genitals a good thrashing now,’ replied Kate.

  ‘Then, do it.’

  Kate went to select a small but vicious flogger that she knew from experience was perfect for cock and ball torture and told David to lie on the dungeon floor on his back. Despite, or more accurately because of the severity of his recent punishment and the certainty of more to come, David was extremely aroused. When he lay on his back his erection reared in the air, straining against the metal cock ring that now gripped its base like a tourniquet. Kate knelt beside him and got to work. The first stroke of the vicious little flogger brought a white flash of pain as did the second and third. By the tenth agonizing stroke David’s flesh was burning deep and the pain was almost unbearable, yet still it did nothing to diminish his sexual excitement, quite the reverse. He was on fire with lust. She stopped anyway.

  ‘What now?’ Kate said, getting to her feet.

  ‘I’d like him to crawl over to your slave,’ Isabella said, not even breaking stride as she continued to sodomize Tony. ‘I want him to get on to his back facing me, this time with his hard, punished cock right in Tony’s face.’

  ‘Then what?’

  ‘I would like Tony to suck him off and swallow all the come he ejaculates,’ Isabella replied. ‘This game won’t be over until Tony has sucked David completely dry, which I absolutely insist that he does. Are you happy with that?’

  ‘I couldn’t be happier,’ Kate replied gleefully.

  David got into position. With Isabella still ramming her strap-on into Tony’s anus, he opened his mouth and closed his lips around David’s aching cock, circling his tongue around its swollen glans. He held him in his mouth, sucking more and more greedily, energetically deep-throating him all the way down to his tight cock ring.

  Isabella, still sodomizing Tony as hard as ever, looked over at Kate. ‘What would you l
ike now?’ she asked. ‘Want to join this daisy chain by any chance?’

  ‘That’s exactly what I want,’ Kate replied, her violet eyes shining more brightly than ever. ‘I’d like to straddle your slave’s hooded face and have him lick my pussy.’

  ‘Then do it, my dear,’ Isabella replied.

  Kate duly squatted down over David’s face, settling her dripping thighs over his mouth. She opened her pussy lips with her fingers so that David’s hot tongue could poke through the mouth hole of his leather hood and enter her. He pressed his tongue into her pussy and she moaned with pleasure.

  Isabella carried on energetically buggering Tony as he sucked David’s hard cock with equal energy. She also reached down between Tony’s legs and began firmly stroking his leather-encased erection, which was now dribbling precome constantly.

  The four of them fucked and sucked and licked and stroked with increasing fervour. They were all locked together, giving each other ever more intense pleasure until they each in turn tumbled over into orgasms that racked their bodies with spasms of delight.

  First Kate, pushing her sex down hard onto David’s mouth, climaxed with an animal-like moan. This was swiftly followed by Isabella who shuddered deliriously at the exquisite sensations she was receiving from her internal dildo as she fucked Tony in the arse with the strap-on and brought him off at the same time with her hand. As waves of come spilled from Tony’s trussed-up tumescence onto the dungeon floor he could feel David’s cock in his mouth swell and pulse as he reached his own peak, tensing his body and then yielding to the ecstasy of release. He uttered a muffled cry of pleasure from beneath Kate’s quivering thighs and climaxed powerfully, his cock flooding streams of come into Tony’s mouth in an orgasm that went on and on.

  David filled Tony’s mouth as he emptied one thick spurt of hot come after another over his tongue and into the back of his throat. Tony sucked and sucked at this deluge, gulping down the come over and over until David at long last stopped ejaculating.

  Kate, still buzzing and tingling from the huge climax she had just enjoyed courtesy of the slave on whose leather-hooded face she continued to sit, looked at Isabella and Tony. Isabella had finally stopped thrusting into Tony’s rear and had withdrawn the dildo from his anus, but he continued to hold David’s spent cock in his mouth just in case he produced any residual jism he would have to swallow. He had to suck him completely dry – Isabella had been insistent about that.

  Isabella’s game, which she’d said was all about trust, was almost over and it had been a good one in Kate’s view. It had pushed limits, pushed boundaries right to the very max but had not crossed them. That of course had been the whole point, Kate said to herself. Trust was the name of the game.

  Chapter Thirty Seven

  Dear Mistress Isabella,

  I just wanted to write to say how extremely sorry I am for the despicable way I behaved, particularly towards David, when I had the immense privilege of being your slave.

  I blew it completely because I was crazy in love with you … and also because I’m a manipulative, deceitful bitch – I hate myself for it.

  Please forgive me.

  Jacqui

  The letter did not show an address, phone number or e-mail address for Jacqui, and had been hand delivered some time in the night. It was marked for Isabella’s personal attention, although she showed it to David anyway. She presented it to him, saying offhandedly, ‘You’re mentioned in this missive, so you might as well read it.’

  ‘What do you think?’ Isabella asked when he’d done this. ‘Sincere or what?’

  ‘Difficult to say, Mistress,’ David replied, complimented to be asked his opinion by Isabella for once. ‘A tigress doesn’t ... ’

  ‘… change her stripes,’ Isabella said, finishing his sentence. ‘No, that’s true. Although I must say that the idea of giving her some new ones has its attractions from my point of view.’

  ‘I see, Mistress.’

  ‘But what do you think, slave?’ Isabella went on. ‘Have you got any particular concerns about her coming back into the fold?’

  There, she’d done it again: paid David the compliment of actually asking him for his opinion. Great – or it would have been if he’d gone on to give her a properly considered reply. But David didn’t do that and, my God, how he would come to bitterly regret that fact.

  ‘No, I don’t have any particular concerns, Mistress,’ he said, the reply tripping glibly off his tongue. ‘Just one thing, though – how shall we find Jacqui?’

  ‘I don’t think we need to worry about that,’ Isabella said, giving him a sidelong look, a sardonic little smile twitching at the corner of her mouth. ‘I’m sure she’ll find us.’

  Twilight was just shifting into night as they drove up to the large, vine-covered house where the fetish party was taking place. The house was located right on the furthest outskirts of Brighton, well beyond the urban sprawl. It nestled in a fold of the South Downs, hidden from the road by tall trees. The place was quite crowded by the time Isabella and David arrived. Even so, the party was not yet in full swing and the murmur of voices was louder than the sounds of the music that drifted from the open door to welcome them.

  They entered the house and were greeted by their hosts, a long-standing male-Dom couple called Master Clive and slave Suzie that Isabella and David knew from Club Depravity. They directed them to the changing area where they got into their fetish wear. Isabella squeezed into a skin-tight leather cat suit with some assistance from David, who also helped her on with a pair of tall boots with very high heels. He then put on the infinitesimal outfit she had selected for him, which consisted of only a tiny leather g-string on top of the tight metal genital ring he was already wearing at her insistence. They made their way into the big main lounge and picked up a couple of drinks.

  The party was warming up very nicely, the buzz of conversation punctuated by the occasional sound of laughter. People were enjoying a chat and a drink, admiring one another’s sexy outfits, and generally getting in a great mood for what was to follow. David let his eyes scan the room. He recognised some familiar faces from the various occasions he’d attended Club Depravity with Isabella, although there was nobody there from her immediate entourage. His gaze was drawn away from the other party guests for a moment to an erotic film that was playing silently against one wall. It was nothing too heavy, in fact rather beautiful: scenes of fetish passion and sensuality in the broad daylight in a sunlit wooded area somewhere.

  David looked back at the other party guests. It was already clear that this was going to be a good night. Small groups of people were clustered together, absorbed in conversation but there seemed to be quite a bit of movement from group to group. It would not be long now before one couple or another started to use one of the various items of high quality dungeon equipment positioned around the large room they were in and the even larger one beyond it, which was devoted entirely to BDSM play.

  Isabella and David continued to stand together and sip their drinks, the ice clattering in their glasses. They saw Jacqui before she saw them, apparently. They watched her crossing the room in their general direction, walking with rhythmic strides that snapped her high heels down hard on the polished floor as if to announce her presence. She stopped a short distance away from them next to a black leather couch, which was situated under a large, rectangular window. Pulling its curtains slightly apart, Jacqui flicked her long curly hair and gazed pensively out into the darkness. She looked not only suitably flamboyant but gorgeous too, dressed as she was all in black leather in an extremely short skirt, high heeled shoes and a corset that cinched her waist and pushed her breasts up enticingly.

  Jacqui turned round and saw Isabella and David for the first time, or so she would have had them believe. ‘Oh, hi Mistress Isabella, David,’ she said, her brown eyes glittering. ‘What a surprise to meet you here.’ They watched a look rise into her face that communicated surprise and delight as well as embarrassment and contrition too, as
she bit her lip softly. You had to hand it to Jacqui. It was a well nigh faultless performance.

  To cut a long story short, Jacqui launched into a total charm offensive that evening, which David thought was more of a smarm offensive. She hung like a limpet on every word Isabella uttered, grovelled unashamedly to her, and did everything the dominatrix told her to do in an instant. This included stripping completely naked and crawling around the floor at her feet. It also included allowing herself to be punished most cruelly by the dominatrix – while David looked on, feeling like the invisible man for most of the time ...

  The room devoted exclusively to BDSM play had quickly become a hive of kinky activity as the evening progressed. There was strap-on action and girl-girl action and girl-boy-girl action. There was needle play and wax play and rope play. And there was Jacqui, buck naked and on her knees beneath Isabella who was about to give the young woman her undivided attention.

  ‘Kiss my boots, slave,’ the dominatrix ordered and Jacqui immediately dipped her head, pressing her lips to the shiny leather of the boots.

  ‘Now suck this heel,’ Isabella commanded, and that’s what Jacqui did. Bringing her mouth to the heel, she sucked the hard, shiny dagger in and out of her mouth. When Isabella finally pulled the boot away from Jacqui, its heel was wet with her saliva, the smear of her lips on the black leather.

  Telling David to follow them, Isabella next walked Jacqui over to a metal spreader bar that hung by two chains from the room’s ceiling. A naked, multi-pierced young black woman with very short hair and a stunning figure had just been freed from the spreader bar by her Master who had virtually covered her body with hot white candle wax while she’d been manacled to it.

  Isabella told Jacqui to raise her arms and David to attach her wrists to the manacle attachments at either end of the bar before standing back. The dominatrix then took hold of a leather flogger and wasted no time in putting it to use.