Kristin’s stomach knotted as she opened the drawer. There it was, in amongst the gags, cuffs and leashes, the spiteful instrument of her anguish. She picked it out and carried it over to him.
“Now turn and put your hands on your knees. Legs wide. Wider. That’s it. Now push out your butt. Excellent.”
Kristin braced herself but Shepard was in no hurry. He was clearly savoring the obscene view she presented. Eventually, he came around the coffee table, swishing the cane lazily through the air. Each time he did it, Kristin flinched but no contact was made.
She could feel him standing there, her naked sex on display and within touching distance, and her thighs started to shiver.
“I had a very interesting chat with Brian while you were sleeping,” he said tauntingly.
“I came to the conclusion that he knows nothing about your little escapades.”
In spite of her vulnerable and indecent pose, Kristin paid attention. She had to learn what had been said.
“You really were very smart,” Shepard conceded. “It was quite a feat to pull off something as complex as that without anybody smelling a rat. Nobody suspected a thing.”
Somebody did, Kristin thought bitterly, or I wouldn’t be here now.
“Of course, now we’re going to have to concentrate hard on the Motoko contract but I think I have an idea how to keep that.”
Kristin couldn’t believe he was discussing business with her whilst gazing upon her openly displayed crotch.
Then he said unexpectedly, “Brian likes you, did you know that?”
“Yes, Master,” she replied. Her back was beginning to ache and she was having difficulty maintaining the posture.
“No, I mean he really likes you. I’ve seen how he watches you.”
Accustomed as she was to men of all types and ages lusting after her, Kristin wasn’t so sure that Brian felt the same way. He was a gentleman and she had always considered that he doted on her in a more fatherly way.
“Have you ever come on to him?” Shepard asked.
“No, Master!” Kristin said. “Absolutely not!”
The first lash of the cane arrived without warning, causing her to emit a high-pitched shriek.
“Tell me the truth,” he said. “You’ve never even given him the hint that he might get lucky?”
“Really, Master, no!”
He thrashed her a second time and the burning sensation ripped through her body.
“Please, Master, it hurts!” Kristin whimpered.
“That’s a good thing,” Shepard replied. “You are a willful child and you need to be reformed. You may straighten up and turn around.”
Kristin did so, once again presenting him with a full frontal view of her naked body.
Shepard walked past her over to the dresser where she could hear him rummaging around. When he next came into her field of vision, he was holding the ball gag and the chain leash.
“It’s time you learned to walk properly in those heels,” he announced. “This part of your training will ensure that you get used to them. You will continue to wear them, standing or walking at all times until I am satisfied. There will be no respite unless I command it.”
Kristin felt a cloud of gloom settling over her. Apart from her throbbing head, her calves and ankles ached mercilessly.
“And I’m sick of the sound of your whining voice. Open up.”
Kristen widened her jaws and Shepard pushed the red rubber ball between her teeth until it completely filled her mouth and then buckled the strap firmly around her head. Then she watched, breathing heavily through her nose as he attached the leash to the D-ring at the front of her collar. He let it go and it swung down between her breasts, the metal cold against her stomach, and the leather handle dangling between her legs.
“Now we’re going for a walk. Keep your hands behind your head and try not to lose your balance.”
He picked up the leash, wrapping the strap around his fist, and then walked towards the kitchen, pulling the chain tight and jerking Kristin forward. He led her out into the kitchen, nude and collared like a captured animal, and then he opened the door to the back garden.
Oh no, Kristin thought, not out there. She tried to object but the only sound she could make through the gag was a stifled moan. Shepard tugged on the leash and she lurched after him out onto the patio where a biting wind swept over her naked body.
It was already dark but the lawn was illuminated enough by the kitchen lights for her to be seen. She glanced up anxiously to see if the guy next door was watching. Shepard led her down the garden lawn towards the shed. Her narrow heels sunk into the soft turf and she was forced to raise her knees with each step to free them. Her breath steamed from her nostrils and her nipples grew stiff in the frosty air.
Shepard stopped a few yards from the shed and said, “You can piss here.”
Even after all she had been through, Kristin felt a surge of vexation. He was treating her like the family dog!
“It’s not like you haven’t done it before. I’m sure those delivery guys yesterday will remember you for a long time to come. Now squat down and get to it. I’m getting cold.”
Even if she had wanted to say something, the gag prevented it, so with her hands still behind her head, she squatted on the lawn.
Nothing happened and she looked up at him. God knows, she thought, what I must look like!
“If you don’t do it now,” he warned. “You won’t get another chance until morning.”
Kristin stared up at the lights of the house and tried to focus. The last thing she wanted was a full bladder all night. What if she had to share his bed again and she wet herself?
Still there was no response from down below. Shepard pointedly looked at his watch. Kristin tried to squeeze. She was getting quite uncomfortable and her whole body was shaking in the winter wind.
Just when she thought she couldn’t go, the silhouette of a man appeared in the back window next door.
Oh, please no! she thought. It has to be that Tony guy. Can he see me?
A wave of terror swept through her, and her bladder abruptly opened, sending a squirt of urine onto the grass. Now she was desperately trying to hold it in but there was no denying nature’s call and soon she was quickly peeing a steady stream onto the lawn.
The last time she had been compelled to do this in front of Shepard at the mall, Kristin believed she had reached the nadir. Since then, she had performed oral sex on him twice, so she had been wrong about that. However, there was something so demeaning about the way Shepard curiously scrutinized her as she went about her private business, that she felt especially tainted.
The shadow in the window still hadn’t moved as the last of her urine dribbled onto the grass. As Shepard tugged on her leash, Kristin saw that they would have to pass through the rectangle of light emanating from the kitchen window.
She remained crouching in the shadows and pulled back on the leash trying to alert Shepard to the watching figure next door but all she could manage though the ball gag was a muffled moan. Shepard either didn’t see him or didn’t care and he yanked on the leash, causing her to nearly topple over forward.
“Stand up!” Shepard snapped, and as she did so, he marched her smartly back towards the house. Walking almost at a trot, it was as much as she could do to remain upright, and her exposed body was quickly illuminated as they reached the kitchen’s glow. She couldn’t help but glance across at the next door window as she was dragged onto the patio, and she caught a glimpse of Tony’s awestruck face pressed against the window. Kristin cringed inwardly as Shepard led her into the kitchen.
He unclipped the leash and said, “There are some microwave dinners in the freezer. Warm one up for me and bring me a beer.”
With that, he left Kristin naked and shaking, gagged and collared, as she set about preparing his evening meal.
Chapter Nineteen
Sitting in front of the television, sippin
g his beer and waiting for his naked slave-girl to bring him his dinner, Henry basked in the beauty of the moment. In his wildest dreams, he could never have imagined how far Kristin would have descended in just over two days. He had purposely kept up the pace, bombarding her with new and varied humiliating experiences in order to keep her off guard, and it was working. He could sense that she was still resisting but, unable to even catch her breath, she was rapidly spiraling downwards.
He had spotted Tony watching them from his kitchen window and he was confident that the lad wouldn’t interfere. In fact, Henry suspected that if he carefully orchestrated the scenarios, Tony would become a willing voyeur, thus adding another dimension to Kristin’s torment.
Henry turned his attention to tomorrow. Now that he was confident he had Kristin under his control, he intended to use her not only for his own sexual gratification, but also to advance his own career. Ironically for her, he would take advantage of her irresistible charms for his own benefit, whilst simultaneously wrecking both her personal and professional reputation.
He ran through a mental checklist of things he would have Kristin do which, by the end of the day would have most of the staff convinced she was heading for a nervous breakdown. Once that was established in their minds, it would be straight forward to implement the next step of his takeover.
He looked up as the object of both his loathing and desire came into the room and laid his dinner out before him. She was still wearing the ball gag of course, and there were trickles of saliva running from the corners of her mouth.
Henry told her to bend forward and he reached around and released the gag. Beholding her swaying tits, he felt a sudden impulse to ravish her right there and then, but knowing the time for that was imminent, he maintained a semblance of self-control and started on his meal.
Kristin stood to one side, remembered the rules, and placed her hands dutifully behind her head. Unable to concentrate, with her gorgeous nude body so close by, Henry said, “You’re annoying me standing there. Go and load the washing machine and then grab a duster from the cupboard and dust all of the furniture in the house. You can clean the bathroom too.”
“Yes, Master,” Kristin said compliantly, and went back out to the kitchen.
Henry ate, finished his beer and watched television while she went about her chores. She remained upstairs for a long time and Henry was just beginning to wonder if she’d climbed out of a window when he spied her shapely legs coming down the stairs.
She stood before him, a vision of sweet beauty and said in a husky voice, “Master, may I drink some water?”
He realized that she hadn’t consumed anything since lunchtime and that she must be parched.
“You may,” he said grudgingly, and off she went to the kitchen sink.
“I’m going up,” he called after her. “Turn off the lights and lock up. Don’t be too long.”
Henry mounted the stairs tingling with heady anticipation. Kristin probably expected something of a sexual nature to occur when she joined him, but what she couldn’t know was that by the time he was finished with her tonight, they would be as intimate as a married couple.
He stripped off and went into the shower and when he emerged, Kristin was waiting in the bedroom.
“Go and shower,” he instructed.
She regarded him for a moment, a mixture of puzzlement and relief, momentarily showing in her eyes.
So, she’s been steeling herself for another blow job in the shower, he thought.
He lay on the bed and stroked his cock, listening to the shower running.
After a moment, she came out, toweling her damp hair. He saw that she had removed her shoes without permission but he had intended for her to do that anyway. All she had on now was the leather collar. He also noted that she made no attempt to cover herself. He guessed that she figured once he had seen her naked, there was little point in any further attempts at modesty.
Wordlessly, he patted the bed and she came unsurely to him. She parked her beautiful ass on the edge of the bed and he nodded towards his already rigid member.
“Use your mouth,” he said.
Maybe she had been hopeful of a little clemency, because a look of despondency crossed her face. Henry didn’t care whether she enjoyed it or not, in fact her repugnance made it all the more thrilling for him. The fact was, she would, in time, become totally accustomed to having his dick in her mouth, as well as her other orifices and she would regularly partake in any act he desired, no matter how indecent she found it. Young Miss Hartman was going to receive an education she would never forget and it was to start in earnest tonight.
Sitting at a slight angle to him and bending forward, her damp hair tickling his stomach, Kristin closed her lips around his penis. He observed with interest that she didn’t pause this time. As she worked her lips and tongue up and down his shaft, Henry reached out and began to stroke her right nipple. Her body tensed at his touch but she kept on with her carnal chore. Her caress was so delicate that he rapidly approached eruption point and he was compelled to guide her head off him before it was too late.
She looked at him quizzically and he pulled her towards him, rolling her onto her back. He stroked her hair and looked into her wide, anxious eyes. He reached down and placed his other hand between her legs and again she twitched nervously. Still watching her face, he slipped his middle finger inside and parted her labia.
Her breathing started to come in short shallow gasps as he raised the hood of her clitoris and started to stroke the tender bud inside. She started to moisten rapidly as he flicked at her gently and she let out a little questioning mewing sound. Next he inserted two fingers into her pussy and began to slowly push them in and out, still gazing into her eyes as she became wetter.
“You are my slave,” he stated.
“Yes, Master.” Her voice was a whisper.
“Say it.”
“I am your slave.”
“You will love, respect and obey me.”
“Master?”
“Say it.”
She averted her eyes and said, “I will love, respect and obey you.”
Henry propped himself up, poised his torso above her and pried her thighs as far apart as they would go. The tip of his cock, resting on her vaginal opening, was dripping with pre-cum.
Her eyes started to fill up.
Oh dear, and you had been doing so well, Henry thought.
He nudged his hips forward, the head of his cock slipped inside her, and she let out another faint gasp. Her velvety cunt felt so sweet that he could hold back no longer and he slid the rest of his shaft in.
Kristin let out a shuddering groan as he leaned on top of her, flattening her breasts beneath his chest and jamming his pubic bone against hers.
“You are my whore,” Henry said.
Sniffing back tears, Kristin said, “I am your whore.”
Henry stayed perfectly still, knowing that even the slightest motion would cause him to come.
“Now kiss your master,” he commanded.
She puckered her lips and touched them to his.
“No. Kiss me properly.”
She parted her splendid, quaking lips and he lowered his mouth over hers, feeling the heat of her breath, exploring the roof of her mouth with his tongue and then tracing it along her even teeth. He wanted to know every part of her, her tastes, her textures. He became aware that he was moving his hips, imperceptible little thrusts and then, with the sudden recognition that he was actually fucking Kristin Hartman, he shot his load inside her.
She made a throaty sound but his mouth remained clamped over hers. He lay still for a moment, pinning her beneath him, his now semi-flaccid penis still inside her. After a moment, he raised himself up on his arms and examined her. There was a damp patch of sweat between her breasts and her cheeks were flushed, but her eyes gave away nothing.
Feeling the blood rapidly engorging his dick again, Henry put his lips aro
und her left nipple and traced little circles with the tip of his tongue. Then he moved across to the other one, and then alternated between them, sucking and kissing them to arousal. He kissed her stomach, putting his tongue into her navel and then went lower, feeling the light covering of her pubic hair against his face.
Moving his head down between her thighs, he closely examined her most intimate parts. With both hands he parted her pussy lips and kissed them, tasting her saltiness, and then penetrated her with his tongue. He felt her hips jerk slightly as he worked his tongue in and out of her vaginal orifice and then he moved up to her clitoris, probing with the tip of his tongue, his face now soaked with her juices.
Fully rigid again, he roughly flipped her over, pulling her ass up towards him and without ceremony, plunged his cock back into her. He grasped her hips and began pumping hard, his shaft coated with her wetness and his loins slapping against her soft buttocks. He reached around and grabbed hold of her breasts and continued to pound into her, holding on for as long as possible before finally, with a bestial grunt, he climaxed again. As he emptied himself into her for a second time, he felt her muscles contracting and her arms and legs convulsed. Even as he descended from his own ecstasy, Henry knew that she had come too.
Exhausted and shining with sweat, he rolled onto his back. Kristin continued to lay front down, pressing her face into the pillow.
“Move down the bed and put my cock in your mouth,” Henry panted.
With what appeared to be great effort, Kristin lifted herself up and then shuffled down under the covers so that her face was in his groin. He felt her fingers on his limp penis and then her lips sealing around it.
“You can sleep like that tonight,” he mumbled, and as sleep rapidly overtook him, he felt himself getting hard again.
Chapter Twenty
Throughout the night, Kristin drifted in and out of sleep. Even when she was dreaming, she remained vaguely aware of her surroundings and in particular, of Shepard’s thick, swollen penis in her mouth. With her nose buried in his pubic hair, she found it difficult to breath, and whenever he shifted position, she had to move with him.
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