"So, do you want the gag back in, or should I leave it out," asked Chet, helping me to me feet.
I thought about it. I smiled at him.
"What the hell. Put it back in," I said. "Oh, but first—you said to let you know if I needed to use the little girl's room. Well, I do. Pretty badly now actually."
"Of course," he said with a nod. "You want me to get a girl to help you, or..."
"No, I can manage. I only have to pee. I just need you to lead me there and open the door for me."
He nodded, then put the gag back into my mouth.
Chet took me by the collar and led me to the ground floor washroom, which I kind of enjoyed. Then he opened the door for me.
"There you go, Missus Bee. Just knock with your foot when you want out," he said.
"Mmm-hmm," I said through my gag, and then went into the bathroom.
Chapter Five
Finally, once in the bathroom, I was alone. I kind of stood there for a few moments trying to come down from the high of having so much male—and some female—attention, all while tied like this. I looked at myself in the mirror, evaluating the way I looked in the ball-gag, the armbinder and the high heels, and basically nothing else. I did look pretty irresistible like this. Heck, I worried I might even turn myself on! Was Master proud of me, I wondered?
I sat down on the toilet and then peed, which felt really good. I'd been holding it in pretty badly by the end there.
Then I heard the lock on the door latch. Was that Chet? What was he up to?
I stood up and walked around to look, and then froze.
It wasn't Chet.
It was Mei Wen, wearing a leather dominatrix outfit and brandishing a riding crop. And the look she was giving me didn't just look sadistic. It looked psychopathic.
And for the first time of the night, I felt real fear. Not just the apprehensions about the party. Genuine, unadulterated fear. Outside, I had Master, Chet, and Roly looking out for me. In here, I was alone with a woman who may well want me dead. Or perhaps worse…
"Hello, Kayla. Remember me?"
How could I forget?
I didn't answer. I literally couldn't; I was still gagged. I gathered the question was largely rhetorical anyway.
"Of course you do. You're the little gold-digging cunt who stole Gary away from me.
"Mmmff," I tried to yell as loudly as possible, but with the noise going on outside, paired with the gag, I was realizing, much to my horror, that whatever it was that Mei had planned for me, it was going to happen. I was in basically no position to stop her. I was in deep shit!
And much to my embarrassment—I don't mind telling you—I started to cry. Like I said, I was scared.
Then Mei darted towards me.
"You bitch," she said, and slapped me hard across the face. So hard I went reeling, and stumbled backwards.
Then Mei tackled me to the floor.
I flailed my legs at her, trying to kick her off, but there was no way. I was so helpless right now, my arms trapped in the binder as they were, pinned at the elbows.
She lowered her pussy onto my nose, and I couldn't breathe. I just flailed and cried.
"I'm going to fuck your face while I destroy your pussy. And I don't just mean that as a clever euphemism for sex!"
I continued to cry, gasping for air when she raised her pussy up from me.
"Shut up," she said. "Just be glad that I'm feeling generous enough not to kill you. Then again," she said, and then smacked the crop down on the lips of my pussy as hard as she could.
I shrieked. The sting on my pussy was agony, and I felt pure terror as she lowered her pussy over my nose again, holding my head still with her strong thighs. I was either going to suffocate in here, I thought, or…
"Then again, maybe killing you would be more humane. See I have something else planned for you. Something I'd like to try."
She whipped me again, and agony shot from my pussy to all over my body again. I wanted to scream out, but as it was, I could barely breathe.
"It's called vulvodynia," she continued. "It's a chronic pain condition that can come from excessive vulvar trauma. I've read that it's permanent, and can make it so that you never enjoy sex again. I think that's a suitable punishment for a slut like you, don't you agree?"
I, of course, couldn't say anything. I could barely breathe. The idea of having this condition did indeed sound horribly cruel. I'd had so much fun tonight, up until now. That would be such a horrible thing to do to me. And why? I never, ever did anything to her! Why did she want to ruin me in that way? I wanted to cry. Of course, I could barely breathe, and so there was a chance I would die before she could do that to me anyway…
Whap! The crop came down again.
"I can't hear you," she taunted.
I tried to scream, but it came out as a muffle. I wanted to fight back, but I couldn't. All I could do was lie there and take whatever abuse she had to give me, until I either went insane or suffocated and died. Where was Master? Where was Chet? Wasn't he waiting for me right outside?
Whap!
Please Master. Save me. Master, please, for the love of god, save me.
And then, as if I'd somehow willed it, I heard a crash, and the door flew open, letting in the ambience from the party.
"Kayla?" came Master's rather desperate voice.
He's here. Master is here, I thought, relieved. Thank god!
I felt Mei get hoisted off me while she kicked and screamed.
"Let go of me, let go."
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Mei?" said Gary.
"Teaching this bitch a little lesson, that's all."
Master looked at me.
"Are you all right?" he said.
I couldn't say anything though the gag, though I imagined the tears running down my face spoke volumes.
"What the hell have you done, Mei?"
"It's just a little game. She's fine."
"Get her out of here," he said to Chet and another large guy I didn't recognize.
"What does this blonde bitch have that I don't?" she called.
"What, you mean besides a conscience? And half a brain? She's a submissive, Mei. You and I always knew that sooner or later our relationship would never work, that as two natural dominants, we needed others. Don't you see that? It was never personal. It just wasn't mean to be. You have to let it go."
"I will never let you go," she snapped. "And when first you're not looking, I'm going to snatch up this blonde little bitch and ruin her for you forever."
I have never seen a more angry look on Master's face, such as the darkness that crossed over his face then. Had he ever looked at me like that, I think I might quite literally have died from fright. Just from the look.
"Get out of my house, Mei. You're hereby banned from all parties and all activities in my immediate group."
"I'm not leaving," she snapped. "I'm not."
"Yes you are," he said, and the two men continued to carry her out.
"And if you ever lay a hand my Kayla again. I will rip the offending arm right off your body and beat you with it."
There was something just so primal at the way he said that, that stilled the room. The scary thing was, I could actually picture him holding her down and wrenching her arm free of its socket, and seriously beating her with it while her blood sprayed everywhere. Though at the same time, the threat sounded so extreme, so atavistic, that I couldn't believe he was serious. But the point had been made. Master would never let anyone seriously hurt me. He'd made me a promise to me after all. And I knew he loved me.
When we were alone, he took the gag out.
"Are you all right?" he said.
"I think so," I said, though my pussy was still stinging from the abuse, and my nostrils were filled with the stink of Mei's pussy. Then I began to sob.
"Oh, Kayla, I'm sorry. I didn't know she'd snuck in here until I realized I couldn't see her outside and that you were taking too long in the bathroom. But then when C
het realized the door was locked, and I couldn't find Mei anywhere, I realized what was happening. Are you going to be okay?"
"Yeah," I said. "Yeah, I think so."
"I swear to god, Kayla, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this—"
"It's okay, Master," I said, forcing a smile. "I know you'd never let anyone hurt me. You said it, and I believed you. I still do."
Then he kissed me, and I felt waves of relief come over me. Then he bit my lip in the playful way that he does.
"Wanna blow off the people at this party and head upstairs?" he asked.
"Yes, Master, I'd like that," I said, feeling much, much better now. Things felt like they were finally getting back to normal.
Master put my gag back in, I suppose for posterity sake, and then led me back out to the party, pulling me along by the leash.
The whole room seemed to cheer us on as we headed up the stairs, though I imagined they were more cheering him on than me. Maybe it was both of us. I barely cared by that point, anyway.
Finally, we were alone in our room.
"I've been waiting all night fuck your brains out," he said.
He looked at me hungrily. I returned a demure look to him.
"I got pretty frigging turned on watching you fuck all those people. Did you have a good time, pet?"
"Mmm-hmm," I said through the gag.
"Who was your favorite?" he said.
I shrugged demurely.
He smiled.
"It was Chet, wasn't it?" he said knowingly.
I nodded, though I did think Roly was a close enough second. I was gagged though, so my capacity for commentary was limited. And anyway, I gathered that Master didn't really bring me up here to listen to me talk. If he had, he'd have taken the gag out.
"I thought so. Well, now it's finally my turn."
Master pushed me back towards the bed, and then down onto it. Then he mounted me, and thrust his cock into me. And I was so wet that he slid right in.
"Oh god, you're hot. And everyone knows how hot you are. Fuck, it drives me so crazy how hot you are. And they all know it. And you're all mine now. All mine."
I let out a cry of ecstasy as his cock effortlessly rubbed my pussy in all the right places, bringing me to the point of orgasm, and then I climaxed convulsively.
"Oh…fuck…" he grunted.
Then I felt Master's warm load shoot inside me. It was a big one this time. I don't think I've felt a load that big come out of him before. He must have been really excited by watching me with all those men tonight.
Finally, exhausted, we fell asleep, me in his arms. He didn't even bother to untie me or un-gag me, and even though I was sore all over now, I didn't even care. I felt owned, I felt loved, and I felt safe. And for now, that was all that mattered.
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The Billionaire's Hotwife 2: Competing with the Other Submissive
"I want to try something different today," Master said.
I was on my knees, and completely naked, except for the three-inch heels on my feet, and the black leather monoglove binding my hands behind my back.
"I want to please you however you wish, Master," I said, keeping my eyes down, being the submissive and not looking above his crotch. I could tell that Master was extremely hard at that moment, and I wanted to please him any way I could. He was bare-chested before me, and he was such a magnificent, muscular sight, but I wanted to wait for permission to look upon him. I wanted to pleasure him every way he wanted. I wanted him to tease me, and torture me, and then fuck me.
He is my Master. I am his doll to toy with.
A week had passed since our last bondage party, and that day, I had learned that tomorrow, my husband, Billionaire Gary Bennett, or as I call him, 'Master,' wanted to host another one. At least I was getting some advance warning this time.
Last time, Master was very cruel. Well, not too cruel. Just a little bit cruel in not warning me about what would happen. Not warning be that I would be fucked by numerous men, and in some cases, women too, all while tied up and helpless. In the end though, Master was right. I had enjoyed it thoroughly. Well, all except one thing. There was that incident with his jealous dominatrix ex, Mei Wen, which I'd rather not think about right now…
It had all worked out all right in the end though, and by the end of the night, Master had come to my rescue and taken me upstairs, and rewarded me with some good hard fucking.
I still didn't know how to feel about this new development in our relationship. Master apparently wanted to share me with his friends, but I didn't want to share Master with anyone. But I can't deny that I had fun at the party, especially at the hands of Master's longtime friend, and also his limo driver, Chet. In the past week, in fact, I have to admit that I've had a few sex dreams about Chet. It doesn't help either that I see him almost every day, when he takes Master and me to an event somewhere, or sometimes it's just the two of us, me and Chet, if Master sends me shopping. I think about Chet, and how he fucked my mouth with his huge black cock at the party. And since then, I've been fantasizing about how it would feel to be taken by him – to feel his cock pumping in and out of my wet, helpless pussy. I don't know whether or not I should tell Master about these fantasies of mine. Because it's one thing to admit to having enjoyed being throat fucked by Chet at the party, while Master stood on the landing up above and watched it all, but it's quite another thing to be thinking about doing it with Chet one-on-one. Maybe in the back of his limo when it's just the two of us. Does this go too far? Is this a transgression? Because it's one thing to fuck Chet in front of my husband. After all, it was his idea, and it drove him so wild that the sex with Master after all of it was positively explosive for both of us. But if he doesn't see it, if he doesn't even know about it, then that's just cheating, isn't it? Would that hurt Master? I couldn't bear the thought of ever hurting Master, because you see, I love him completely, with all of my heart.
But today, Master is trying something else and I don't know if I like it. He's bringing in a second submissive for a scene today. We've been waiting down here in Master's home dungeon for about ten minutes now. The mystery guest has yet to arrive. All I know is, a few nights ago, I broke down and said I felt like I'd been unfair for g
etting to play with other men while I'd never seen him with another woman. I'd meant it to be more illustrative of my having transgressed rather than something I had wanted him to do. But then Master had simply nodded and told be he would make arrangements to rectify the situation. So earlier today I found out what he was planning, when he just got off the phone with someone. He said she was already on her way, and that soon, Master would have two playmates to toy with for the day. Now I'm insanely jealous, even though I don't even know who she is yet.
For the last ten minutes, Master and I have been waiting down here in his personal dungeon. I've already been bound in a monoglove, and am naked except for the high-heeled shoes. And for most of those ten minutes, I have been on my knees, servicing Master's cock with my mouth.
"You look gorgeous, doll," he said to me, when he first got me down here.
"I'm glad you like me, Master," I said, and bit my lip.
"I've got a surprise for you today," he said, and traced his hand along my face and throat. I purred like a kitten at his touch, and then he put a single thumb into my mouth, allowing me to suck on it, while our eyes gazed into each other's, and we both imagine another part of him in my mouth. "Today we're going to have a playmate."
"A playmate?" I asked, sensually continuing to kiss his hand and suck on his thumb, as his other hand explored my exposed breasts, teasing and pinching my nipples.
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