The Mistress and the Mouse

by JJ Giles

  Feeling Brian’s possessiveness of Morgan, Dan offered a little softer, “Right.”

  “And that’s all you want? You just want me to whip her?”

  “I don’t know. You don’t want to take her?”

  “Not because she’s not attractive. Only because...” He shook his head.

  “Morgan would be furious. Alright.” The longer this went on the more he wanted Brian. It was obvious Morgan didn’t know Brian as well as she thought she did. So perhaps it wouldn’t work out anyway. “She’ll be home in about an hour.”

  “Where do you want this to go down at?”

  “The bedroom. You can go there now and arrange things however you’d like.”

  “And you won’t tell Morgan?”

  “No, but if you want to marry the woman, don’t you think she ought to know?”

  Brian hesitated. “If she knew there wouldn’t be a marriage.”

  Dan shrugged, more than ever convinced there wouldn’t be a wedding under any circumstances. He tossed his head to dismiss Brian and then picked up the phone.

  “Where you at?”

  “Car, honey. I’ll be there soon.”

  “I convinced Brian to stay.”

  “You want to keep him, don’t you?”

  “Yes, I do. I’d love to have him as a submissive licking your toes.”

  She smiled. She wouldn’t mind that herself. “Then we’ll see what he’s got to offer tonight.”

  * * * *

  Brian moved into the master suite and gawked at the plethora of toys spread on the bed. A couple thousand dollars worth, he surmised. Hopefully, everything he could possibly need to turn Caroline on and consequently Dan.

  In the bathroom, he removed his clothes and stood under the pulsing water. There was no reason in the world he should trust Dan to not tell Morgan about this. Dan did, after all, tell Morgan he was playing with Caroline.

  But only now he realized there was a current of discontent in his relationship with Morgan. As much as he loved her, as much as he adored her, there was always something missing. This. Being allowed to get up off the floor and create havoc once in awhile. Apparently there was more than a little something missing for Morgan. That had to be the reason she refused to marry him.

  Quickly, he dried off and went to the bedroom. Chose the things he needed and a few he merely wanted. He took a length of leather and tied his own genitalia in a Grecian knot and then, quite subserviently, stood beside the bed to await his Master’s slave.

  * * * *

  Dan met his wife at the car. “Hi, baby.”

  “Hi. God, I’m happy to be home.”

  “That bad?”

  She sided heavily. “My sisters are absolutely insufferable. I think you’re right. I think they are jealous of what I’ve got.”

  He smiled. Whether it was the truth or not didn’t matter. “As long as you’ve got what you want, baby, what they think is only hurting them.”

  She smiled a little and flipped toward the door. “And you’ve had fun this week?”

  “All kinds of fun. He’s waiting for you now.”

  “I took a shower before I left like you said.” She opened her pants to let them fall to the floor.

  He watched a moment until she stood before him completely naked. “Good, baby.” Quickly, he wrapped the cuffs around her wrists. Easily, the leather restraint slipped over her head, the ball to fill her mouth. “Okay?”

  Eagerly, she nodded.

  “Go.”

  * * * *

  Brian heard the footfall and heavy panting before he saw her. She entered under the control of her husband, her neck clutched in his grip. Quite roughly Dan threw her toward Brian into his arms. “I want her punished for allowing herself to be swallowed up by her family. She doesn’t deserve that and yet she allows it. I want her to understand she’s better than that. Do it.”

  Caroline quivered to hear her husband’s admonition so eloquently spoken. That he needed her was obvious. He didn’t want her to get lost in her family’s turmoil. At that moment, she wanted that punishment, to be always reminded of who truly loved her.

  Yet she couldn’t see Brian, blinded by her husband’s device. She merely stood quietly shivering.

  Brian studied her for a moment, the shivering flesh on her chest, the narrow hips between which sprouted the softest of blonde already regrown after the Ordeal of Fire. Dan’s admonition rang in his ears, ‘swallowed up by family’, family that doesn’t give a shit anyway. To be reminded of who loves her truly.'

  Brian leaned forward and brushed his cheek against hers. “Did you hear that? Your husband loves you so desperately and yet you turn your attentions away from him to people who only put you down. You, little girl, are very, very foolish.” His voice rasped and he felt it deep inside of himself.

  Without warning, Brian turned and caught her throat in the crook of his arm. Horrendously, he jerked her and she yelped, setting him on fire already. So long it had been to have truly submissive flesh under his control. Not at all like Renee, the ultimate smart-ass masochist. But something that went limp in his arm like Caroline and acquiesced every fiber of her being to his control, devastating him.

  Only a moment later, her wrists were tethered to the end posts of the bed. Rudely, he kicked her legs wide. “You leave your feet where I put them or I’ll tie them to your throat. Do you understand what I’m telling you?” His broad hand closed on the soft pad of fat between her legs and clenched down hard. “You belong to your Master and no one else.”

  Only a nanosecond parted his warning from the first strike of the whip. It struck her nipple, kindling a flame there and she cried out.

  “Shut up!” Brian screamed. “You will endure this because you love him. You adore him. You don’t ever turn away from him to get involved with other people.” He felt his recrimination toward her aimed at himself like a sword piercing his heart.

  If only Morgan had done this for him that fateful day.

  Her thin thighs, her sweet little mound were blood red with Brian’s love for his new Master. He worked on her breasts, leaving them in a checkerboard pattern, swollen and quivering with the exactness of his skill. From side to side they wobbled as she lurched against the bonds, her tears of both pain and contrition. Her voice garbled, filled with phlegm.

  He stood back a moment to let the sound of that pitiful sobbing fill his heart. It was choked as if something tore at her heart. Did she care for the individual members of her family any more than he cared for his and they him? Or was it the idea of family, a refuge, a haven against the world where the individuals cease to be alone and become a part of a whole?

  What a fucking crock!

  Without will, he dropped the crop and scooped up the nipple nails. Without any finesse, he drove them into her nipples. Again, she cried out, writhing in his hands, jerking at the leather restraints holding her to the posters. Her body lurched away from him, but he held her steady, his thumbs pressed to the nails, his long hard fingers wrapped around her ribs. When he was sure they were stuck, he grabbed the duct tape.

  She heard that first rip and closed her legs the better to endure this. All he wanted was a scream of fear. He needed to hear something shattered as badly as he was. The Master’s bondage device was jerked from her head so that the room could be filled with terror.

  Brian forced his hand over her mouth to quiet her. “You’re being punished.” His wickedly erect dick forced into her hip. “You open yourself to me. You are a slave. I am my Master’s submissive and he wants you punished.”

  Dan sat in the chair, frozen and speechless as if captured by some acid-driven fantasy. He watched as Brian captured her breasts in duct tape and pulled it tightly around her back, squashing her breasts against her chest and driving the nipples even deeper. She screamed and lurched uncontrollably to that pain, yet he ignored it. He retrieved a very large, long phallus; something he brought with him, hoping it would be used on him.

  Again, he shoved her legs apart
and knelt before her. The phallus was slid into her dripping cunt, the little knob for her clit between her lips. He strapped that around her legs and then slid the Router Bit into her rectum.

  He rose to gather her into his arms and press his chest against those nails. “You just stand here and think about where your heart should be.”

  Brian turned to see his Master sprawled in the chair, his legs thrown wide. A very anxious penis in the Master’s hand awaited him. Brian dove between his Master’s legs and stared unabashedly at his Master’s authority. His Master’s expression was stern.

  Without permission, his lips locked around the shaft. His teeth slid down only to capture a testicle and gently suck. Caroline wailed in the background to the feel of fire coursing through her intestines, yet Brian cuddled that testicle in his mouth.

  Dan’s fingers wrapped around Brian’s skull to feel the reverence in that embrace. The gentle sucking, the refrain of a soprano in the throes of ecstasy. Caroline’s body was orgasming wildly. And then Brian’s tongue licked up the length of his Master’s penis and his lips so passionately kissed the glans.

  Brian’s dark eyes stared into him with wanton lust. “May I change my mind and have her tonight, My Lord?”

  Dan studied the face of an angel a moment longer. No longer content to be divided, he grasped at Brian’s head and pulled him forward. His tongue drove into Brian’s mouth with passionate force, his teeth pressed against Brian’s. Wantonly, Brian sucked on his tongue to keep Dan inside of him.

  Only at length could Dan release him. Dan was in love, hopelessly in love and he knew it now. Yet he reached down and tugged at the knot holding Brian’s penis in bonds.

  “Lay her face down on the bed and get into her, but don’t move.”

  “Yes, My Lord.”

  Quickly, he untied her and picked her up to lay her on the bed again. Rather gently, he rolled her over and parted her legs. He spread the oil generously on her bottom and then her orifice. He slid a finger in to check the condition of the Router Bit.

  Melted already, he thought dismally. He’d never before felt his father’s chemicals on his penis. But the flame was still lingering there and would be for another half hour. Quite respectfully, he stretched long and turned a little so that his Master could watch what care he took of the Master’s slave. Very, very slowly, he slipped into her.

  “Take her breasts in your hands.”

  Brian slid his hands under her body. The flesh spilling out from the tape filled them completely. The hardness of the nails drove into his palms.

  Only then did Brian feel the oil drip on his own ass. But there was no finger to part him gently. There was only the weight of the Master between his legs, the weight of the Master as he laid down on Brian’s back. There was only the agonizing brutality as his Master drove into him like a sledge into soft earth. There was only this passion, this fire, the woman under him wriggling uncontrollably, his penis trapped within her throbbing body, the Master’s penis throbbing within him.

  * * * *

  Gasping for air, Brian lay at the end of the bed as the Master gathered his slave into his arms. An imperceptible smile raised the corners of his mouth as he panted uncontrollably.

  Dan did smile as he held his cooing wife in his arms. “It’s your turn to make dinner tonight,” Dan said.

  “Right.” Brian licked at his dry lips. He heaved a while longer, kissed the bottom of Caroline’s foot and then went again to the shower.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  “No...hang around here,” Dan said. “We’ll only be at Morgan’s a few hours.”

  Brian hesitated. He was growing more and more attached to these people already. “Alright. I think I’ll go sleep off last night’s buzz.”

  Dan smiled. “Do that. I’ll make sure I don’t get used up.”

  * * * *

  Curious, Morgan thought, to see the faint bruises around Caroline’s breasts and back. A certain indication of duct tape.

  The session now over and Caroline in the cleaning room with Kitty, Morgan sat on her chair. “You’re playing rough these days,” she commented.

  Dan shrugged. “Caroline’s been away all week and she needed to be punished.”

  “You punished her because she came home?”

  “I had her punished because she let’s her family fuck with her head.”

  Morgan hesitated. “You had her punished?”

  Dan grinned. “A fine disciplinarian.”

  “And who might that be?” she asked curiously.

  He stared into her bright green eyes a moment. “An old friend of yours.”

  Morgan’s heart lurched and then stopped for a moment. “Brian Alexander?”

  “Oh, yeah. Again, he was reticent to take her but you trained him very well,” he said with a sly smile. “I thank you for that.”

  As if a sword pierced the fabric of her balloon, Morgan deflated. Her various body parts went limp beyond her control. He thought he saw a tear form. She leapt up. “See you next week.” Her lovely ass swished toward the door.

  Without remorse, Dan sat down. That one totally wrecked her. She didn’t like the idea of that at all, just like Brian said. With any luck there would be no way Brian and Morgan could get back together and he smiled, took his wife’s hand and led her out the door.

  * * * *

  Kitty followed the sound of sobbing to the lower level bedchamber to see Morgan sprawled on it face down. “Judas Priest, what’s the matter now?”

  “A switch,” Morgan screamed. “He’s a fucking switch.”

  Kitty’s features contorted. “Mouse! Our Mouse is a switch?”

  But Morgan only knotted the pillow in her hand and drove her fingernails into the soft fabric. With a mighty rip, feathers burst into the air. “A switch.” She sat, shivering in a shower of white feathers that reminded her of snow. How cold her heart felt just then to think on it.

  * * * *

  For the last three hours, Brian thought of nothing but Morgan. “How’d it go?” he asked anxiously.

  “Just fine.” He would soon turn Brian’s excitement in another direction.

  “Is she still wearing my ring?”

  “As a matter of fact, she is, my friend. So if you just relax, I believe everything will work out as it should.”

  Brian fell into the overstuffed chair in the greatroom and cuddled the beer bottle. Morgan knew he was screwing another woman and still wearing his ring. A very good sign. She still wanted him.

  Dan peered down studying him intently. “Is Morgan really what you want?”

  Brian looked away now. He not only wanted Morgan, he wanted all of it. The car, the money, the fabulous vacations. He also wanted to discipline Morgan. But his life as an Abernathy and his life as an Alexander were mutually exclusive things.

  The shimmer of a smirk filled his hollow cheek. “You can’t have everything, though, can you?” Brian asked.

  “No, you can’t. So for now, let’s just put the burgers on the grill.” He was more than content to watch Brian come to very obvious conclusions.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Jerry lingered at Morgan’s table on their usual Monday evening appointment, yet another appointment she wasn’t charging him for. That she cared for him was obvious now, but where that ring on her finger originated, wasn’t.

  “Much better,” she whispered. She placed the latest addendum to his journal on another chair. “The penis is mine and I discipline it. So prepare it now.”

  He rose out of the chair and held his hands behind his back only to watch her exquisite ass thrust high on stiletto heels walk out of the room. When she returned, she had a cock ring, a riding crop and his ringing cell phone.

  “Thought it might be important.” She grasped the penis and pulled the keeper of it toward her.

  He clicked on and said, “Yeah...”

  “Dad,” Brian started. “How ya’ doin’?”

  Morgan felt Jerry tense so she merely rubbed at the penis. “I’m fine.
..are you okay?” And then, “A Reds game...this Saturday, hell yes.” Suddenly Jerry filled with bubbling excitement. “Alright, I’ll call you later in the week.” And then he finished with, “Hell no. If we take the limo we can get drunk on the way. Thanks.” He clicked off.

  Filled with passionate excitement, he tossed the phone to the bed and grinned at Morgan. “That was my son. Invited me to a baseball game Saturday.”

  Gently, she stroked the penis. “A son you haven’t seen much of in a very long time?”

  “Yes.” His previous despair had been replaced with bubbling enthusiasm. “Apparently, he’s starting to understand about his mother. Apparently, I’m not the asshole he always thought I was.”

  Her smile was genuine to see hope in his attitude. “Why have you and your son not seen each other for so long?”

  A moan passed out of his chest to think of it. Slowly, he descended to his knees because this required the attitude of confession. Yet, she offered absolution still holding him tightly.

  “Genlabs. A company I was about to buy out. The CEO was about to be indicted for some very serious ethics violations...I don’t know how the guy could live with himself, actually. My son was working on the transfer papers when the news that the CEO had shot himself came over the wire. And then my son came at me believing I had caused it.

  “He told me to stuff his job and my name up my ass. I thought he just needed to settle down and then he’d be ready to hear the truth. I knew that day he wasn’t cut out for business and I’d have to let him follow his heart. But...I’ve learned recently...he went back to the Mansion after that and that’s when his mother told him he’s not my son.”

  Morgan’s expression tightened in defense. “I’m sorry.” That was all she could say, knowing it should have been Jerry who told him.

  “He just took off on me. I mean...I kept a check on him. Knew he was living close, you know. Handled all of his affairs through Post Office boxes, filed annual tax returns. Never once tried to get money out of his accounts or trust fund. Has pretty much done it all on his own in that time and I’m damn proud of him. Just needed that time to grow up and find himself and now...now that he’s confident of who he is and what he wants, he’s come home again.” His joyful tears flowed freely.