Kristin's Demotion

by Lorenzo Marks

  Even now, he realized there was a chance that she would fight to save her honor, but Henry was beyond stopping. He stepped into the shower cubicle and said, “Soap me.”

  At first she appeared not to understand, but then she squirted some shower cream into her hand and tentatively started to rub it onto his chest. He kept his eyes on her face, watching her lower lip quivering as she worked the lather over his belly. She was too close for him to observe her pussy, but that was fine for now.

  He turned and let her cover his back, enjoying the soft caress of her small hands.

  This is really happening! Henry thought. We’re actually naked together!

  When she had completed soaping his upper torso, she stopped, as Henry figured she would.

  “Lower,” he commanded.

  After a brief hesitation, he felt her hands on his buttocks and then her warm breath coming in quick staccato puffs against his thighs. Knowing that she would now be on her knees, Henry quickly swiveled around.

  Kristin flinched, pulling her head back as his rigid cock swung out in front of her face. In an attempt to avoid confronting his eager sex, she looked up at him with round, fearful eyes, which made him harder still. He turned off the faucet and they remained motionless, dripping and steaming, both wordlessly knowing what was to come.

  Averting her eyes from his throbbing prick, Kristin said in a low, timid voice, “Please, I can’t.”

  Henry knew that he could allow her no respite. This day had, for both of them, been about breaking down barriers and entering new territory. This coming act would seal their new relationship and allow him to move it on to levels that even he had yet to imagine.

  “I can’t,” she repeated. “I don’t know how.”

  “I’ll show you,” Henry said hoarsely.

  He hooked his finger into the ring on her collar and pulled her towards him. Feeling her resistance, he placed his other hand on the back of her head and brought her forward until her mouth was almost touching his swollen glans.

  She kept her lips together and stared at his navel.

  “You can either do this, or we can have another session with the cane,” Henry warned her.

  He saw something pass across her lovely face then, a kind of despairing acceptance that any resistance was futile.

  Henry watched mesmerized as she parted her pouting lips and touched them against the tip of his penis. She couldn’t hide the disgust from her face and for Henry it was a moment of pure sweetness. He gave her a nudge forward and the entire head of his cock slipped in. She made a small whimpering noise and a tear rolled down her cheek.

  The vision of her beneath him receiving his manhood was overwhelming, and he thrust his hips forward, shoving the entire length of his cock into her mouth. With her face pressed against his belly, Kristin could only make muffled sounds of protest as he held her in place. She gagged and began to choke, so he pulled back, resting his glans on her wet lips, but only long enough to allow her to catch her breath, and then he slid back in again, moving her head in time with his hips.

  “There you go,” he crooned. “Just like this. That’s a good girl.”

  Her hot breath, her satin tongue sliding around under his erection, her guttural ululations, were all too much and he climaxed in a hot rush, his semen gushing into her throat.

  He felt her struggle but his grip on her slave collar was too strong and she was unable to break free. His orgasm continued even after he had emptied his seed into her

  mouth.

  “Swallow,” he said.

  Kristin was making strange little animal sounds and breathing rapidly through her nose into his pubic hair. He held her firmly in place and eventually heard her gulping down his seed. He released her and she pulled away retching, tears streaming down her face and a thin line of cum trailing from her lips.

  Before she had time to protest, Henry told her to stand and he turned the water back on. Once again, Kristin had to soap his body, and this time it included his penis. She didn’t protest this time as her fingers encircled it, slowly masturbating it back to erection.

  Why would she? Henry thought. She has just become as intimate with my dick as a girl can get.

  Henry stepped out of the shower stall and made Kristin towel him dry. Then he went back into the bedroom and climbed naked into bed. His brain was still fuzzy with delight.

  When Kristin emerged from the bathroom, she was wearing the black g-string again. It pleasured him that, despite the look of utter defeat on her face, she was still valiantly trying to protect her ultimate prize.

  She came across to the bed without attempting to cover her breasts and knelt down on the floor.

  “As a reward for being a good slave,” Henry said. “I’ll let you sleep up here tonight.”

  With great effort, she raised herself up onto the bed and slid in next to him.

  He pulled her close so that their bodies touched and then he turned her towards him, feeling her nipples prodding his chest. His erection pressed against her thigh and her body began to quiver.

  “Don’t worry, slave,” he said. “I’m tired, and we have another busy day ahead tomorrow. Try to get some sleep.”

  He sensed her relaxing a little and to his amazement, within seconds she was snoring lightly.

  She must have been totally spent! he thought.

  Henry lay awake for a long time, one hand on his cock, the other on Kristin’s thigh. He was in his own personal heaven. Surely now, he thought, as he started to drift off, she was his to keep.

  And he intended to keep her forever.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Kristin is sitting on the floor of a stone-walled cell, wearing nothing but a gray vest which is marked with little black arrows. The heavy metal door swings open and Shepard, dressed in a prison guard’s uniform, looms over her. He looks terrifying, bigger than he used to be. A bunch of keys jangle from his belt as he leads her into a large room where a row of people wait behind a wooden table. Shepard orders her to remove her vest and display herself to them.

  Unable to conceal her nudity, Kristin realizes with horror that she recognizes these people. Her mother and father are seated in the middle, flanked by Brian and Charles. Also present, is that creepy guy Ray, the manager of the Romana restaurant, and the two delivery men who watched her at the mall. They are all scrutinizing her body with a mixture of amusement and disdain.

  Shepard tells Kristin to turn and bend over and spread her vaginal lips. She hears them laughing and making crude comments about her innermost parts. From behind her, she hears the voice of Bella the shop assistant, saying, “This is for pissing in public, you dirty girl!” and the first bite of the cane cuts into her flesh…

  Kristin opened her eyes to the sound of rain lashing against the window. She realized with disgust, that she was cuddled up to Shepard with her face in the crook of his arm. She inched quietly away, trying not to rouse him. The bedside clock told her it was six-thirty, Monday morning. Ordinarily, she would be up and about in her apartment, eagerly anticipating the week ahead, but today she just lay there, dreading the prospect of Shepard humiliating her in front of the staff.

  Throughout her weekend’s ordeal, she had told herself that her best chance of salvation would come from the office. All the time she was snared in Shepard’s house, she was powerless to do anything. It had been her intention to try to work out an escape plan while Shepard slept, but to her annoyance, she must have fallen asleep immediately.

  The problem was, Shepard’s little psychological games, combined with his infliction of physical pain, were keeping her mind focused on him alone. She was continually fretting about what he might come up with next and was thus unable to concentrate on getting out of his trap.

  Even so, she thought, surely he won’t continue torturing her in the office in full view of everybody? He must be aware of the potential risks there.

  Shepard obviously wanted to resume his career and she was confident
he wouldn’t jeopardize it by overstepping the mark in front of Brian. Her one glimmer of hope was that she would have time to herself in her office today, and her first task would be to find out who had cracked her codes.

  She felt her bowels move and gingerly slipped out of bed and went over to the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, she looked over at the shower cubicle and the memory of what he had done to her rushed to the forefront of her mind. She was suddenly overwhelmed with a crippling sense of loss. Never had she felt so violated. She hadn’t been lying when she’d informed Shepard that she had never had oral sex with a man. She knew it was every man’s desire to climb into bed with her and she had always wielded that power precisely and mercilessly. Not until she had been sufficiently wooed and showered with gifts had she allowed any of her boyfriends to have their way with her, and only three had ever succeeded. Charles hadn’t even made first base. Even when she did permit them to have sex, she always set the ground rules and that meant nothing happened that she didn’t approve of. My God how things had changed!

  Without intending to, Kristin visualized herself on her knees in front of Shepard, her face buried in his groin, her cheeks distended. The despicable bastard had ejaculated down her throat! Instinctively, she spun around and retched into the toilet bowl.

  “Kristin.”

  She twisted her neck, eyes watering, to see Shepard standing naked in the doorway. With a stab of fear, Kristin feared he might be ready for a repeat performance.

  His eyes lingered on her crouched form for a moment, and then he said, “Put on your shoes and go and prepare my breakfast. Same as yesterday. Remember to get the eggs right this time and leave the toast until last.”

  Then he stepped around her and turned on the shower.

  Kristin was in a mild state of confusion as she buckled on the stilettos. The way he had performed in the shower, she was sure, he was going to follow up with rape, and yet he had simply gone to sleep. She saw from the hungry look in his eyes how much he desired her, yet he demonstrated this peculiar ability to switch himself off.

  Like just now. She had seen his erection, so he was clearly aroused again but he had merely brushed past her. No sign of affection, passion or even displeasure. No real interest in her at all. Was this a deliberate attempt to make her feel worthless?

  Clad in her ‘slave’s outfit’ - the loathsome collar, the g-string and the six-inch heels - Kristin negotiated the stairs, her breasts jiggling freely. Once again, the central heating hadn’t yet switched on and she shivered in the kitchen as she fixed Shepard’s breakfast.

  He came in dressed in his business suit and if it hadn’t been for Kristin’s bizarre state of undress, they would have looked like any upwardly-mobile couple preparing for their workday.

  “Don’t bother with the paper,” said Shepard, seating himself. “Go get showered and dressed. I’ve laid out your clothes. Use the make-up I bought yesterday.”

  Kristin went up to the bedroom and inspected the clothes he had laid out on the bed. Thankfully, he had provided underwear, albeit sheer black lace. The blouse was plain white and seemed respectable enough, but the brown skirt could have been no more than nine-inches long. She also noticed there were no tights or stockings so she would have to go out into the winter air bare legged.

  After showering, she squeezed into the undersized bra and panties and turned in the mirror to examine the red marks on her buttocks from her caning. Whatever happened, she would do almost anything to avoid going through that again. In fact, she reminded herself, she already had. She buttoned up the blouse which fitted tightly around her torso and then zipped up the scanty skirt. Without doubt, this outfit would get the tongues wagging at OFS.

  Which brought her to another thought: when she came into the office with Shepard, what would they all think? It would certainly appear as though they had some kind of personal relationship.

  My God, she thought, Kristin Hartman with Henry Shepard? The idea was laughable and yet, to her dismay, the evidence would be plain to see. She could deny all she wanted, but if Shepard wanted her to go into his office, she would have to comply. Glumly, she put on the shoes he had set out for her, which, she was grateful to see, were her own four-inch red pumps.

  Downstairs, she found Shepard in the living room watching the morning newscast. Without looking up, he said, “Clear away the dishes and then put your new clothes away upstairs. When you’ve done that, you can put your bondage equipment into that cabinet next to the television.”

  After completing her menial duties she once again located him in the hallway.

  “Your cell phone batteries have run down,” he said, shrugging into his coat. “So we’ll have to stop by your apartment to get your charger and also your briefcase. Come here.”

  Kristin stepped forward and he unlocked the collar and removed it from her neck. It hadn’t really been uncomfortable but Kristin felt as though a stone necklace had been lifted from her.

  Shepard made Kristin drive again, stopping to fill up her Outlander and paying again with her credit card. Kristin was learning that not only was this ordeal emotionally and physically painful, but it was becoming expensive too. Shepard was making her pay for everything!

  Kristin’s apartment was located in the fashionable northern suburbs, about a half an hour away from the business district. On the way over, she had time to think about how she was going to handle her climb-down regarding Shepard. Brian would agree of course, although he would certainly be puzzled considering the aggressive way she had lobbied to get rid of Shepard in the first place! Again, she thought despondently, it would all indicate that there was something going on between them. She dreaded losing face in front of everybody, but compared to being led away in handcuffs, it was something that she was just going to have to tolerate.

  It was half past eight when Kristin pulled into the car park under her apartment block. They took the elevator up to the sixth floor and thankfully, they weren’t spotted by any of her neighbors. She unlocked the front door and Shepard followed her inside.

  “My, my,” he said, surveying the spacious and tastefully furnished room. “So this is where the enigmatic Kristin Hartman made her nest. Very nice indeed. The Motoko sale must have been more lucrative than I thought.”

  He stretched out on Kristin’s sofa and turned on her plasma TV.

  “Go get your briefcase and charger,” he said, flicking through the channels. “And pack some personal stuff. Toiletries, whatever, things you might need. I don’t want to come back here too often.”

  Kristin went into her bedroom under a cloud of miserable comprehension that Shepard intended for her to stay at his place full time. As long as he controlled her, she would be forced to abandon her lovely apartment and for now, her home was going to be his dreary little house. Bit by bit it seemed, he was tightening the noose around her neck.

  When she returned, carrying her overnight bag and briefcase, Kristin froze in horror. Shepard had his fly open and his rigid member was sticking bolt upright. Kristin looked away, her heart pounding.

  “I don’t know why you’re being so coy after what you did to me last night,” Shepard mocked.

  Even though she couldn’t deny that she had accepted his penis into her mouth the previous evening, Kristin had absolutely no desire to look at it again.

  “This sofa is so comfortable,” he commented. “How much did you pay for it?”

  “Two thousand dollars,” Kristin murmured.

  “What was that?”

  “Two thousand dollars, Master,” Kristin corrected quickly, and wondered obscurely if he was going to make her address him as ‘Master’ even when they were in the office.

  Shepard caressed his dick thoughtfully.

  “I don’t want to leave here without giving you something to remember the place by,” he said. “Come over here and sit next to me.”

  Kristin hesitantly did as she was instructed.

  “Hoist up your skirt and op
en your legs.”

  She raised up the miniskirt until it was a just a thin band around her waist, and then cautiously parted her trembling thighs. Shepard gazed at her crotch approvingly.

  “Now,” he said. “Grab hold of my cock and put your other hand down your pants.”

  Kristin glanced at him with a look of revulsion.

  My God! she thought. I’m in the clutches of a pervert!

  Slowly, and for the second time in her life, Kristin closed her fingers around the vile man’s penis. Then, feeling utterly sickened, she slid her other hand inside her lace panties.

  “We’re going to share a quiet moment together before you face Brian,” Shepard said, leaning backwards.

  “You know what to do, I hope?” he asked. “And don’t stop until we’ve both come.”

  Anxious to get it over with, Kristin began moving her hand up and down his shaft, feeling the skin and bulging veins moving beneath her fingers.

  “Don’t forget yourself,” Shepard reminded her.

  Looking away from him and with her cheeks burning, Kristin gently pulled back her prepuce and located her clitoris. She had absolutely no intention of reaching orgasm but because he was watching her so closely, she would have to make it look convincing.

  As Kristin’s hand built up rhythm, Shepard’s face began to redden and his breathing started to come in short bursts. It didn’t take much to turn this man on, Kristin noted, as she continued with her disagreeable task.

  She continued masturbating them both in silence. After a while, Kristin discovered to her shame that she was becoming moist between her legs. As repugnant as she found any physical contact with Shepard to be, incredibly, her body was rebelling against her! She tried to switch off her mind, divert her attention - anything to avoid any further arousal. The last thing she wanted was to experience any kind of sexual pleasure with him!