by Rocky Wyatt
“Back off boys, it’s white man’s business!” Paul shouted at them.
Whatever training the bouncers had been given, it wasn’t enough and neither was what they were being paid.
With Paul standing firm and showing no sign of fear or intention of moving, and quite prepared to use the gun on them, the bouncers thought it wise to go back and attend to their broken and bleeding friend.
CHAPTER SIX
Trudy’s Apology
It didn’t take long for the news to news about Geordie’s attack to filter back to Trudy.
She was in her office in a foul mood. Her best laid plans, were being rethought.
“Who the hell would beat Geordie up, like that? Who in the world could have done it?” she was asking Clive and Karl…
“I’ve no idea, boss,” said Clive. Karl just shook his head.
“My bloody number one stud, gone. I’ve got to cancel all my bloody ladies’ dates and probably give them back their money!” Trudy continued fuming now she’d thought of the money she would lose.
“Okay fellows, go about your business, but if you hear anything, Clive, let me know right away.”
“Yes, of course I will, you’ll be the first to know,” Clive said.
She ended the conversation abruptly and ushered Clive and Karl out. They walked back to the canteen area and Karl made the coffee.
“I’m not sure,” Clive said quietly to Karl, “but I’ve an idea who could be behind this.”
“I’m still trying to put two and two together… but my instincts tells me maybe, and it’s only a maybe, mind you… but I think that escort Paul’s got something to do with this,” he added, looking at Karl.
“What?” Karl answered, dumbfounded. “How do make that out?”
Clive looked around, as if to see if anyone was listening and whispered… “Look at the facts. Paul the escort was sacked, Geordie took his place. Paul’s got no job because of him and now Geordie’s in hospital and Trudy’s looking for another top escort.” Clive didn’t know the power games Trudy was playing, but he added…“and it’s obvious Trudy was obsessed with him, that’s why she sacked him. He was driving her mad… But mark my words, Karl, Paul will be back… He’s the only one that can benefit from Geordie being beaten up. Geordie was harmless, he had no enemies… except maybe jealous husbands,” Clive added, accidentally making a joke.
They both started laughing together; they sat back drinking coffee and smoking, making light of the incident, but at the back of Clive’s mind he knew his instincts were right and he was going prove it and make Paul pay for losing him his extra income from Geordie.
Trudy was fuming inside; things were not going right for her, at all. She would have to start thinking out her next course of action, if she wanted to get Paul back.
She wanted Paul on his knees, grovelling back to her, not the other way around. How could this have happened? How could events turn to Paul’s favour? she thought. Had he got the luck of the devil, or was he involved?
It started to occur to her that maybe Paul had attacked Geordie or had someone do it for him… but she dismissed the thought from her mind, Paul was a ladies’ man – he wouldn’t fight, he wouldn’t get his hands dirty.
Geordie could have owed money to a debt collector, or a drug dealer, who knows? Who cares?
She’d told Clive to visit Geordie and give him some money to help with his recovery and explain to him that the agency couldn’t use him any more, for obvious reasons.
She went back to thinking about Paul and how she could get him back to Summer Nights.
There was only one way, she would go to Paul and ask him outright to come back, front it out, make up a story about sacking Geordie, probably because her ladies had gone off him, or something to that effect.
She knew although Paul had no money, he would be proud and stubborn and play hard to get, but she was a brass-faced business woman and used to getting what she wanted. She would offer him money, and she knew that nobody refused money, least of all Paul.
Trudy phoned Paul and arranged to meet at his apartment; she was still at the office. She was dressed normally, not expecting any sexual activity. She looked at herself in the mirror, up and down, checking her ass and tits.
She decided to change; she wanted to look her best, she wanted to look as if she was doing him a favour.
She changed at her office. She kept spare clothes there, just in case she met a new and attractive future escort.
She put on a red lingerie set, but at the last minute, she took off her knickers, anticipating a possible ‘liaison’ later.
Over the top, she added a pink blouse and finally her blue suit.
She thought she looked good and her opinion was all that counted, to her.
She drove through the town’s junction and got to Paul’s just on time.
She rang the bell and Paul let her in.
“Hello Trudy, what a pleasant surprise, you calling,” he said, and kissed her cheek.
“Hi Paul, always nice to see you… you now that,” Trudy answered and meant it.
They walked into the lounge and Trudy sat down. Paul fixed the drinks and the verbal sparring began…
“I need you back, Paul. The new boy didn’t work out and I need a top escort and obviously I thought of you first,” Trudy said, and it was quite true.
“Well Trudy, I can’t say I don’t need the money, as you’ll probably be aware, but.” he paused, got up and refreshed his drink, play acting, trying to tease her.
“But what?” Trudy asked. She’d expected him to be grateful and leap at the chance.
“But you hurt my feelings, sacking me when it suited you, now trying to reinstate me, as it suits you,” he replied, laying on the mock sympathy.
“I’m sorry about that, Paul, but I will recompense you and I’ll be very generous too,” Trudy countered, just a little worried.
In her heart, she wasn’t completely sure that he would say yes.
“Well the thing is, Trudy, I’ve been offered a job with another madam, she seems to think I’ll fit in well with her clients. She’s given me certain assurances that I won’t be sacked at someone’s whim…”
Paul added the last remark to let Trudy know, that he was sacked not because there someone better at sex than him, or that her clients preferred someone else to him, but because she, Trudy, had some weird issues going around her mind about him.
Trudy felt as if she’d been slapped across the face. She used all her strength to keep smiling and not to lose her temper and turn the meeting into a slanging match.
She was livid but wouldn’t speak her mind.
He’d openly called her a madam, he’d mentioned another woman making advances towards him and more or less told her, she had sacked him out of spite, because he only wanted theirs to be professional relationship.
Trudy was speechless for a while; she couldn’t tell him the truth, that it was all a ploy to get him close to her, to want her, but she regained her composure quickly…
“You may be right, Paul, and I wouldn’t blame you, but the fact is I wanted you working for me, but on my terms and you must admit, you’re a very difficult man to deal with,” she said. “The new boy was a substitute for you, an easily managed man, no problems, no worries, but as I’ve said… it didn’t work out simply because my clients preferred you.”
She lied and Paul knew it, but said nothing.
“I see…” Paul said. He paused a while. “I appreciate your honesty,” now he lied, “and I’ll tell you what I will do and I won’t negotiate. You can take it or leave it. If you reimburse me all the wages I’ve lost, give me a nice apology, we can go back to the way we were….”
Trudy heard and without hesitation she said, “Agreed, I’ll transfer the money to your account right away. I’ve got a profile here with me now, so you can start work… tonight if you like.” She smiled and was genuinely happy.
Her game hadn’t worked, but he was back. She could always think
of something else she could do to manage or control him, in the future.
She had lost the battle, but she was damn sure she would win the war.
She finished her drink and got up to leave. Paul followed her to the door, biding his time. As she got to the door he said…
“Before you go, Trudy…” She turned her head back to look at him…
“I want to see what you can do with this… by way of an apology, you understand.”
He’d unzipped his trousers and held his cock in his hand. Trudy put her briefcase down and walked towards him. Just when she thought her day couldn’t get any better, it had.
Trudy thought she was going to have the time of her life again and she was more than willing to show what she could do to please him, and had showered and changed just in case.
What she didn’t know, was that Paul had a number of grudges and a lot of resentment towards her and today was payback time.
He walked her to the bedroom, where her ordeal began.
“Do everything I say, as soon as I say it, understand?” Paul said.
“Yes sir,” said Trudy, knowing the game.
“Strip off,” he said.
Trudy took off her jacket, she slowly unzipped her skirt, kicked off her shoes and stood in her bra and stockings, looking rather pleased with herself.
In the bedroom, Paul had already prepared his bag of tricks, it was all laid out on the dresser, ready for action.
He picked up a short whip in his hand and motioned it towards Trudy.
“Take those off.” He pointed towards her bra and stockings and Trudy removed them.
She was completely naked…
On the far wall in the bedroom were some hooks, screwed into the wall. Two were about five feet high and four feet apart and two were near the floor, in the skirting boards. He moved Trudy towards them; he put one of her stockings into her mouth and used the other one to tie it in place. She was now bound and gagged.
He turned her face to the wall and tied her arms and legs to the four hooks.
Trudy thought this was a new game and went along with it with utmost pleasure and anticipation…
Paul softly whispered in her ear… “Now who’s boss and who’s the slave?” he said. Trudy tried to speak but couldn’t, still thinking it was fun.
“The nasty little slave that needs punishing,” he said firmly.
He stood back, raised his hand and let the whip do its work. It whacked her across her back and she shuddered and grunted, she wasn’t expecting it to hurt so much.
He whipped her back again; she flinched and pulled at the ropes, not liking this at all, then he whipped again and again and again.
He lowered the whip to her ass cheeks and started to beat at them. Her back was covered in red stripes that were raised and looked sore, and shortly her buttocks would look the same.
Trudy slumped her head, sobbing now. No man had made her cry since she was a teenager. She flinched and felt every blow and couldn’t move a muscle to cry out, or to stop the relentless pain. It was pain now, and not pleasure at all.
Paul carried on the assault on her ass, until he was satisfied and put the whip down.
She had red stripes from her neck to her ass; she was feebly struggling to get free, her back was hurting and her eyes were filled with tears.
She couldn’t shout or break free and deep, deep, inside her she didn’t know if she even wanted to.
He untied her arms and legs, turned her around and retied her. She was crying still, but she didn’t try to break free, sex slaves never do.
He put a blindfold on her and waited a moment or two, for her to imagine and anticipate what was coming next.
He put the nipple clamp on one of nipples and she visibly shook and tried to cry out. He stepped back to watch her; she was squirming against the ropes, taking short breaths, because of the pain.
The next clamp went on and she started sobbing. They weren’t that painful, but she was new to this game.
She would soon learn to welcome the pain and enjoy it, knowing it would please Paul. His pleasure, would be her pleasure; she would obey his every whim and command, her body would just be a tool for his pleasure.
But Paul had to break her spirit and groom her a little, in his ways first.
She had made him more than angry; he still had a score to settle with her. He was feeling quite good about how she was developing a sort of ‘shameful joy’.
“Now Trudy, understand this. I am the ‘boss’ and you are my ‘slave’, you will do what I command, without question or hesitation… Nod your head if you understand,” he said firmly.
Trudy reluctantly nodded, up and down, slowly, in agreement.
“This whip will become your best friend, because this whip will teach you how be submissive and obedient and enjoy being my sex slave, then you can have all the sexual pleasures you dream of, serving me. Nod your head if you understand,” he said again.
Trudy nodded again and quickly this time.
Paul put his hand on her flat stomach and slowly moved it towards her groin. He stroked her pussy softly and uncovered her clitoris, slowly rubbing it around and around, masturbating her, showing her the pleasures of being a submissive slave.
Trudy was so relieved it wasn’t going to be pain, it was feeling so good after being beaten so severely. She wanted this pleasure and her body was reacting to the sensations from her clitoris, overriding the pain of the whipping and the nipple clamps.
She was slowly but surely coming to her first orgasm; she was starting to ride Paul’s fingers, instead of pulling against the ropes, crying out in pleasure, instead of crying out in pain.
Just as she was about to come, Paul stopped rubbing her clitoris and stepped back.
Trudy tried to shout, “Let me come,” but it just sounded like a mumble.
“You have to understand, you get your pleasure, when I get my pleasure, and my pleasure is this…”
With that Paul clamped another nipple clamp on the soft flesh at the side of her pussy. She bucked and tried to cry out, then another clamp on the other side. She bucked again and gasped, rather than cried out.
“We’re getting there,” said Paul. “After my pleasure, your pleasure. When you feel pain, you will be rewarded with pleasure, so welcome the pain,” he softly whispered to her.
He tied string to the pussy clamps and pulled each one apart, taping the string to her thighs. She was trussed up now and in constant pain – not too much, but enough that she could feel alive.
He cracked the whip to scare her a little; she would soon become wet, just hearing a whip crack, or even just looking at one, her body anticipating what was to come.
She had entered here an arrogant and domineering boss, but she would leave here, his submissive and obedient sex slave, to use and abuse, as and when he pleased.
He now pushed a vibrating dildo into her wet pussy, slowly at first, it buzzing all the way to the back of her pussy, sending sensations through her body, mixing with the sensations of pain.
She was in the zone now and when she was in the zone, she felt like a different person, a slut, a whore, or maybe even a sex slave?
She would be in this sexually aroused wanton state, all night long.
The dildo had another vibrating head attached to it that was shorter and touched her clitoris every time the main body was inserted into her pussy.
Trudy felt it go in, vibrating beautifully and taking away the thoughts of pain. When it felt like it couldn’t go up her any more, the smaller head buzzed against her clitoris, sending her reeling again.
Paul pushed the vibrating dildo in again, buzzing all the way up her tightly gripping and eager pussy, then the buzzing on her clitoris, in and out slowly, almost tortuously, buzzing all the way up her pussy, stopping briefly, and the smaller head buzzing on her clitoris sending her to orgasm, forcing her to come.
She was starting to enjoy this game now; she was accepting the pain, because she could feel its reward surging
through her body.
She could feel herself now coming, the pleasure overcoming the pain, the pain even adding to the pleasure, amplifying it. She was on the brink, panting and wanting it to happen, her body arched and desperate to orgasm…
Paul stopped again. He wasn’t ready for her to orgasm yet, she hadn’t quite earned it.
She had more to learn, she had to understand the dynamics more. She could orgasm when he was satisfied with her submissive behaviour, her total obedience and her acceptance of the pain he inflicted upon her, all of which was for his pleasure, and his pleasure would then be her pleasure.
Trudy was panting, she’d really wanted to come and was feeling very frustrated.
He whispered again in her ear…
“When I’m happy with your behaviour and you fully understand your role as an obedient and submissive sex slave, I’ll let you have your orgasm.”
Trudy looked at Paul and this time, nodded quickly in agreement. She knew more was to come and if she was a good slave, she might come too.
“I’m going to take the gag off you. If you cry out, I’ll put it back on.” She nodded again.
Paul unclamped all four of the nipple clamps and Trudy sighed a little, but not too much, remembering the warning.
He squeezed a nipple, it had already been flattened by the clamp, but he wanted more out of it. He squeezed it hard, watching her face, enjoying her grimace and squirm, but she never cried out.
He squeezed it more, enjoying the sensation of power he had over her, her face contorted again.
“Welcome the pain and enjoy it. I want you to please me, then I will please you,” Paul said softly.
He squeezed her other nipple and Trudy squirmed a little but didn’t utter a sound; he squeezed harder and more prolonged and she pushed her breasts out, in order to please him.
“Good, good girl, I liked that,” Paul said.
Trudy felt good, she had pleased her boss for the first time and she was happy that Paul had enjoyed himself, albeit by hurting her. She even felt a little empowered. She now knew how she could please her new ‘boss’, and get her pleasure as well. The pain didn’t seem so painful any more.