Soon David was lost to the world, writhing in a dance of agony to the music of the whip on his flesh and his own agonized cries. And while he was in this trance-like state of agony something else happened, something that hadn’t happened for weeks and weeks, something he really didn’t want to be happening now…
Kate stopped whipping David. ‘Turn back round,’ she ordered and when he did, his cock waved in the air in front of him, huge and taut and aching. Fresh agony burned sharply through his tender nipples as she pulled out first one, then the other large needle, causing on both occasions an elaborate burst of precome to spray from his cock.
‘As I say, he’s just a prick,’ Kate concluded. ‘I rest my case.’
Last but – God knows – by no means least, it was Isabella’s turn. David looked up, his eyes wide with terror as he watched her approach. It was like watching a dark and terrible storm move in across a valley.
Isabella came to a halt before David and half turned. There followed a tense hush, every ear in the dungeon directed to her. Then she broke the silence. ‘I’ll be very brief,’ the dominatrix said, gazing directly at her cowering slave and giving him the most pitiless of looks, her eyes cold and hard. ‘I’m dumping you, David. End of story.’
David felt as if he was half floating out of his body, that it was going to die on him. He let out a strangled cry of anguish. ‘No, Mistress, please,’ he pleaded, the expression on his face desperate, his eyes wild. His very worst fear, his worst nightmare, had been that she would do this.
‘I’ve said all I have to say,’ Isabella replied, her features now cast in stone.
‘Can I say something?’ David begged. ‘Please, Mistress, please?’
‘Go on,’ she said with evident reluctance, still stony-faced.
‘Everything I’ve been accused of being here this evening is true, every last word of it – I’ve been a prick, a snake …’
Isabella gave a snort of derision. ‘Tell me something I don’t already know.’
‘I deeply regret what I did, Mistress. I’d give anything to turn back the clock, anything.’
‘You can’t though, can you?’ she said, giving him another cold hard stare.
Struggling desperately under that pitiless stare, David replied, ‘No, Mistress, but I swear I’ll never let anything like that happen again, swear on my life.’
‘Irrelevant, slave,’ Isabella responded brusquely. ‘Like I said, I’m ditching you. And I’m doing it as of right now.’
‘Mistress, Mistress, please, oh, please?’ David was utterly distraught now. ‘I’m begging you not to dump me. Torture me like you’ve never tortured me before, flay me alive, do anything you like to me. But please don’t desert me. You’re my whole world. I worship you. I was a complete fucking idiot to do what I did with Jacqui.’
‘You were indeed.’
‘I didn’t let my head do the thinking, but my cock.’
‘You said it,’ she agreed, eyeing his groin; he looked down too. ‘So, what’s new?’ David was clearly in a state of the most chronic distress imaginable yet his cock was still ragingly hard, it was mortifying.
‘I’ll change, Mistress. I will. I will,’ he cried.
‘I’m not sure I want you to change,’ Isabella said, toying with him now.
‘Uh?’
‘There’s definitely something to be said for a man who thinks with his cock. That amazing libido of yours was one of the reasons I chose you as my house-slave in the first place, you must have realised that.’ She continued, ‘now, what was that you were saying about wanting me to torture and flay you like I’ve never done before? You did say that, didn’t you?’
‘Yes, Mistress, but …’
‘But me no buts, slave – it’s way too late for that,’ she said as she picked up a rattan cane. ‘Turn round and reach towards your toes.’
Once David was in position, he gritted his teeth and waited. Isabella brought the cane down extremely hard, its impact a pure scarlet spear of pain that caused him to let out a loud shriek. She went on to beat him over and over in rapid fire motions. Isabella brought the cane down hard in criss-cross stripes across his hips and backside, relishing the sadistic pleasure of striking his already severely punished rear with the thin, cutting instrument and listening to his shrieks of pain.
Next Isabella led David over to the horizontal torture chair that on this occasion had in place a mechanical dildo attachment, which she lubricated before she strapped him into the chair. She buckled his wrists so that they were held behind his head and his legs so that his knees were held up and wide apart. David concentrated on relaxing his sphincter muscles as best he could in order to accommodate the giant rubber phallus that she now pushed against his anal hole. The head of the dildo popped through his sphincter immediately and he absorbed it with a cry of pain. At the same time his cock hardened still further and let out a spurt of precome that splattered back down onto his torso.
Isabella started the machine and the dildo began to push all the way in and all the way out of David’s anus. It picked up speed too and he cried out as it jerked in and out of him. There was only intense pain at first but eventually this turned into hot, exquisite pleasure from each energetic thrust of the mechanical dildo as his internal muscles contracted and released around it. Pure pain had become pure pleasure – which Isabella was definitely not prepared to allow, and which was why she turned the machine off.
Once she had brought the mechanical dildo to a stop she pulled it from David’s anus and he felt lubricant trickle from his hole. Isabella released him from the horizontal torture chair and led him across to the horse, strapping him across it on his front. She picked up a heavy leather flogger and began whipping his rear. Isabella used the flogger to sear David’s uplifted backside over and over, making him jump and strain against his bonds. His rear now burned like a raging inferno and the resounding crack of each blow mingled with his tortured cries of pain.
Next Isabella released David from the horse and told him to lie flat on his back on the dungeon floor. She took hold of a genital lead made of chain and leather and, kneeling down briefly, buckled it tightly into place round the base of his achingly erect cock and the top of his scrotum. Isabella then stood up, told David to get on to all fours, and yanked at the lead so that his genitals were pulled back hard between his thighs. Still grasping the genital lead, she took hold of a cat o’nine tails and rained it down onto David’s backside, taking care to catch his cock and balls with it as frequently as possible. The pain was excruciating and David sobbed and whimpered at the agony of trying to bear it, tears cascading down his face and onto the dungeon floor in a constant stream.
Isabella then unbuckled and removed the genital lead and led David over to the vertical torture chair. She strapped him to it on his back, and attached clamps to his nipples and genitals. Isabella kept adding magnetic metal weights to these, each one causing fresh agony to burn through his body. It was like nothing less than Hell on earth for David. His eyes bugged, his face went red, the veins popped on his neck.
Finally the agony was too much for him and he was overpowered by it completely, reaching the absolute end of his tether. His whole world suddenly exploded into crimson agony and, screaming for mercy, he climaxed in great bursting spasms. The orgasm Isabella had ripped from David seemed to go on forever as he screamed and screamed maniacally, spraying out an endless load of come.
Chapter Forty Four
After experiencing an ordeal as harrowing as that there was a bit of sorely-needed good news for David the next day. There was however some bad, some lousy news for him as well. The good news was this: Isabella told David that as soon as she’d seen her husband off at Gatwick airport and returned to Brighton she was going to release him from the dungeon. She was as good as her word and did this straight away upon her return. Also she did not kick David out of the house and out of her life, which had been – and continued to be – his worst fear of all.
The bad news was that
, on letting David out of the dungeon, Isabella made it crystal clear to him that he remained as much as ever persona non grata with her. And that coloured everything as far as David was concerned. Knowing that he was still in complete disgrace with his Mistress meant that he continued to dwell as much as ever under a black cloud of mortification and abject fear about his future. Nothing had fundamentally changed at all.
‘I’m going out presently, slave,’ Isabella informed David one evening, several days after she’d released him from his incarceration in the dungeon.
‘Yes, Mistress,’ he replied meekly.
‘Remind me where I’m going.’
‘To an orgy at Mistress Kate’s house, Mistress.’
‘Mistress Caroline will be bringing your friend Matthew to the orgy,’ she said tauntingly. ‘I did tell you that, didn’t I?’
‘Yes, Mistress.’
‘Remind me why I’m not bringing you, slave.’
‘As a further punishment, Mistress.’
‘What for?’ she asked.
‘For my disobedience and deceitfulness, Mistress.’
‘Correct. And what do I require you to do in my absence?’
‘Kneel in the corner of the room with my face to the wall and reflect on my shortcomings, Mistress,’ David replied.
‘That’s right,’ Isabella said. ‘Do that now. Get into position.’
‘Yes, Mistress.’ David immediately did as he’d been told and at the same time Isabella strode towards the living room door. Just before leaving the room she turned and said, ‘Goodbye, slave. I’m going off to the orgy now.’
‘Goodbye, Mistress,’ he replied. ‘I’m most desperately sorry for what I did. I’d do anything to make things right. I’d …’ It was too late. She’d already gone. It was funny, though, he hadn’t heard the front door shut. Isabella poked her head round the living room door. ‘OK, you can come with me to the orgy.’
He turned to look at her. ‘Mistress?’
‘I said you can come with me.’
‘Why the change of heart, Mistress?’
‘I’ve decided to forgive you.’
David could hardly believe his ears. ‘Why, Mistress?’
‘I think you’ve suffered enough.’
Isabella parked her car just past the entrance gate to Kate’s house, a double-fronted property close to the seafront in Hove. The last slither of the sun was sinking into the sea and a warm orange light suffused the air around Isabella and David as they walked up the front path. The door opened a crack soon after Isabella had rung the bell and it was a stark naked Kate who let them in and ushered them into the living room. It was not only Kate that was nude, as quickly became apparent. Tony, Caroline and Matthew were all also stripped for action. And very soon Isabella and David were as well.
It was only then that David realised that Isabella had duped him. He realised it for the simple reason that she told him so. And precisely what it was that Isabella told David sent waves of sickness coursing through his brain. Suddenly Isabella seemed to be addressing both David and the other naked occupants of the room at the same time. ‘All right, slave, here’s the deal with this orgy,’ she announced. ‘You will be required to pleasure everyone here, bring each of us in turn to a climax. We, on our part will do our best to bring you to orgasm, which you must resist at all costs. If you are successful you get to go home with me tonight.’
‘And if I fail, Mistress?’ David had suddenly gone a sickly shade of pale.
‘You’ll go back to your own home alone, I’ll go back to my home – and I’ll shut you out of my life for good. I’ll have nothing further to do with you for as long as you live.’
David’s face became even paler, as white as a sheet, and his head began to swim. He stammered, ‘Y … you c … can’t be serious about this, Mistress.’
‘Never more so,’ Isabella replied and David could see from the look on her face now that this was indeed the case. She was positively glowing with malice. ‘If you blow this, David,’ she went on, a mocking light in her eyes, ‘you’ll be completely fucked, and not in a nice way!’
‘So, when you said you’d forgiven me, Mistress …’ The sickness was mounting even more, making him dizzier. He felt as if the ground underneath him was no longer stable but tilting, this way and that.
‘That’s right. I lied,’ Isabella said, smiling thinly. ‘But, of course, you know all about lying, don’t you?’
‘Yes, Mistress.’ David closed his eyes for a second, trembling, trying to force down the ever rising tide of panic. This couldn’t be happening, it couldn’t. Isabella had said she’d forgiven him, that he’d suffered enough.
Isabella looked away from David and then right through him. ‘Now, speaking for myself, I feel incredibly horny,’ she said. ‘So let’s have no more crap from you, David. Make a start – get on with pleasuring me.’
‘Yes, Mistress,’ David replied shakily although he felt himself starting – just starting – to rally. It was true that he was still in an advanced state of shock but it was beginning to disintegrate, still in him but spread through his body, less and less a centralised force. And mixing with it, adulterating it, was a real feeling of resolve. It was already beginning to harden … and so was his cock; it was stiffening more by the moment.
David was determined to succeed against all the odds in what would undoubtedly be by far the most difficult challenge of any of those that Isabella had set him since he’d first fallen under her hypnotic spell. In a perverse way, the fact that what was being required of him was so incredibly difficult and that there was so much – everything – at stake, turned him on inordinately. The colour had begun to come back into David’s cheeks, his mouth had gone dry with sexual anticipation and his blood was now rushing through his veins, making his shaft rigidly erect now. He mustn’t fail this time, it was vital; he wouldn’t fail.
Isabella told David to kneel in front of her as she lay back on the sumptuous black leather couch that graced Kate’s elegant living room. ‘Masturbate me,’ she said, spreading her legs wide apart. David plunged two fingers of one hand into her pussy, which was drenched: all ripe and ready for him. He also began to tease her shiny clitoris with the middle finger of his other hand.
‘Get to work with your tongue now, slave,’ Isabella ordered him next and he pressed his lips to her sex, pushing his tongue in and licking her labia and clit.
‘Lie on your back on the floor,’ was her next instruction to David and when he did his hard cock stood up like a flagpole. Isabella climbed off the couch swung her hips over his face so that he could continue to eat her pussy. He sucked at her clitoris with his mouth, his tongue both tender and rough, while she pulled up and down on his aching shaft with an insistent rhythm.
‘Fuck me now and fuck me hard,’ Isabella ordered as she climbed off him, her breasts jiggling, thighs quivering. ‘Take me from behind.’ She got on to all fours and David positioned himself behind her and thrust his cock deep into her pussy, which was now even more slick and oozing and wet for him. He went on to fuck her with strong, fast thrusts, pumping into her more and more until she climaxed powerfully.
‘That’s one down,’ Isabella said after she’d allowed her orgasm to fade. ‘And an easy one too – I’ve never allowed you to ejaculate inside me, and you never have. It was frankly unthinkable that you would have broken that particular rule on this of all occasions. So, as I say, that’s one easy one down. Four more to go, though. Four. Get flat on your back again, slave. Kate, straddle his face and blow him please.’
The ash-blonde domme immediately did Isabella’s bidding. She squatted over David’s face, pushing her sex onto his mouth, and he stuck out his tongue to lick her juices. At the same time she leant forward and fastened her own bright lips tight on his cock, which was moist at its tip. She sucked that moistness away, prompting an agonized whimper from David. He had to bring Kate to climax as soon as possible or he’d be finished, he realised, and he began to move his tongue very quickly ov
er the lips of her sex. He licked and licked at her, slurping and swallowing, but that only made her redouble her efforts as she sucked even more violently on his stiff cock. And then she abruptly stopped … but only to change positions.
Kate lay flat on her stomach before David, stretched her lips and wrapped them purposefully around his cock again. He balanced himself on his elbows and she looked into his eyes, a wicked glint in her own. David could feel his pleasure rising dangerously as she took his shaft deep into her throat. She pulled it out again slowly, accentuating the pressure of her lips, aware that his breathing was getting faster, and then plunged it deep in her throat again. And so she continued. If she carries on much longer like this, David said to himself fearfully, I’ll be completely done for.
But she didn’t. Kate stopped blowing him, sat on the floor with her legs parted and demanded that he pleasure her with his fingers and then his tongue. David lay on his front between her thighs and tried very hard to calm down as he fingered her pussy and played with her clit. She arched upwards, her knees up and legs spread wide as he went on to expertly tongue her sex, licking deep inside her.
‘Get on to your back again,’ Kate said next and when David did she sat on his aching erection and began riding him. He moaned with her movements as she slid up and down on his shaft, her pussy tight and moist. Then, groaning deeply, she climaxed while David held himself back from the brink with an absolutely monumental effort of will.
‘That’s two down,’ Kate said as she climbed from his shaking body.
‘You’re doing OK so far, David,’ Isabella said. ‘But let’s not forget that you still have three more people to bring to orgasm. Now you, Tony.’
Tony came forward, his cock full and stiff, and David immediately got on to his knees and began working on his shaft energetically with his mouth. With a bit of luck he didn’t think it would take him long to make Tony come if he kept working at it hard. This time he’d suck him dry, and he’d be damn quick about it. But all too soon Kate got back into the act again. ‘Get on to your hands and knees, David,’ she told him, and he did this while continuing to suck Tony’s cock as vigorously as he could. Kate knelt behind David and pressed her lips to his anus, hot and tight. His anal muscles pulsed around her slippery tongue as it wiggled and wiggled. It made David burn with a pleasure that he so did not want to be experiencing.
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