Taking three short paces, the instructress trod him dominantly face down into the floor. ‘You two, get his legs. You, hold his cheeks open. Wide open.’
Giggling with glee, the four girls obeyed. Two gripped his legs just below the knee, the other two dragged his buttocks painfully apart. His pink sphincter puckered and shone beneath the neon above. The tip of the dildo dimpled his reddened left buttock. Adam cried out. The instructress raked it down his cleft, briefly kissing his anal whorl with the shining tip. Adam screamed.
‘I wouldn’t make too much noise, young man. Might attract attention. Awkward questions would be asked. Awkward answers required. Better keep quiet, eh?’
He didn’t, so they gagged him for his final humiliation.
‘Get ready for the ultimate female experience, my boy. Hold his balls,’ she snarled. ‘That’ll keep him still.’
The blonde’s soft hand held him, squeezing hard till he lay passive and quivering.
‘There, there,’ the instructress murmured, cradling Adam’s sobbing face after driving the dildo slowly but firmly in between his buttocks. ‘That’s what it feels like to be a woman. Nice, isn’t it? Not quite what you expected, hmm, the first time you put that pink lipstick up to your mouth, I’m sure.’
9
Party Line
‘So which do you want? The laboratory or the wine cellar?’
‘I don’t know. I’m not sure. You decide. You’re in charge.’
‘That’s right. I’m in charge. And don’t you dare forget it, or you’ll pay. Painfully. I’m in charge. What am I?’
‘In total control.’
‘Of what?’
‘Of me. Of all of me, naked and kneeling before you. Of –’
‘Slowly. You know the rules. Speak more distinctly. I must be able to hear every miserable word or I’ll make you say it all over again. Understand?’
‘Yes. Sorry.’
‘That’s better. Continue.’
‘You control me. All of me. I am yours to do with what you will. You own my bottom. My bare, helpless bottom. It is yours. I give it to you absolutely –’
‘It is not yours to give, wretch. It is mine to take and punish as I please.’
‘Yes –’
‘Silence when I am talking.’
‘I’m so sorry.’
‘That’s better. So we know who is in charge?’
‘Yes. You.’
‘Totally?’
‘Oh, yes, mistress. Totally.’
‘Good. Then I think we’ll go into the laboratory tonight. You shall be Graham. I shall be Doctor Jane. Understand?’
‘I understand, yes.’
‘Yes, what?’
‘Yes, Doctor.’
‘We are in the laboratory. You are wearing a pullover, shirt, dark tie and jeans. It is hot in the laboratory. You want to loosen your tie, don’t you?’
‘Yes, Doctor.’
‘And take off your pullover, mm?’
‘Oh, please, Doctor.’
‘You may not. I will not tolerate scruffiness or a slack, casual attitude. I have already voiced my displeasure at your wearing jeans.’
‘Sorry, Doctor.’
‘I am wearing a crisp, white coat. Unbuttoned, but closed together by my hands in my side pockets. You want to peep, don’t you, Graham?’
‘Yes. No. I’m sorry.’
‘You do, don’t you? You want to peep at Doctor Jane’s breasts.’
‘No. Yes –’
‘Because you know that Doctor Jane only wears a black leather thong underneath her white lab coat, don’t you, Graham?’
Silence.
‘Don’t you?’
He confessed.
‘Yes. I am naked underneath my crisp, white coat. My nipples chafe against the freshly starched cotton –’
‘Yes. Please. Tell me –’
‘Silence. How dare you interrupt your mistress while she is speaking?’
Frantic whimpering, sprinkled with ‘sorries’.
‘That’s better. You’re learning. Slowly. But you’re learning.’
‘Thank you, mistress.’
‘My black leather thong. So sleek. So shiny. It is slippery at my pussy and burns where it bites deep into my dark cleft.’
Silence. The soft sound of rasping breath.
‘Graham. Are you touching your cock?’
‘No, Doctor –’
‘Are you masturbating?’
‘No, I promise –’
‘You know the rules perfectly well. You must not do that until I give you permission. Understand?’
Silence.
‘Do you understand?’
‘Yes, Doctor.’
‘That’s better. But what’s this? You’ve left the fridge door open, Graham. You stupid idiot. Can’t I trust you to do anything right? The specimens will spoil. All of yesterday’s hard work ruined. Why are you trembling, Graham?’
‘Because I have made a mistake, Doctor.’
‘Precisely. You are trembling in my stern presence because you have made a very foolish mistake. And what happens to men like you who are stupid, Graham?’
‘I will be punished. You must –’
‘Must?’
‘Sorry, I didn’t mean –’
‘Never, ever tell me, your mistress, what I must or must not do.’
‘Sorry.’
A pause. A long pause.
‘I’m sorry, mistress. Do you forgive me?’
‘Perhaps. We’ll see. You really are a stupid idiot, Graham. What am I going to do with you, hmm?’
Silence.
‘I asked you a question and expect an answer.’
‘P-punish me?’
‘That is the correct answer, Graham. Punish you I shall. We are alone, together, in the laboratory, aren’t we?’
‘Yes, Doctor.’
‘And the door is locked, isn’t it?’
‘Yes, Doctor.’
‘Bend over that wooden stool. At once.’
‘Shall I take my jeans –’
‘Silence. Face down across the stool. I will bare your bottom for your stripes when and only when I deem it fitting to do so.’
‘Yes, Doctor.’
Silence, broken by the sound of excited breathing.
‘Are you playing with your cock?’
‘No, honestly –’
‘I’ve warned you. For disobeying me, I’m putting you on hold. I’ll be back.’
‘No, please, mistress, don’t go –’
Annette put her phone down on the desk and took a sip of ice-cold lemonade. It was so cold it burned. Let him sweat. It was important to increase the tension slowly. Important to pace the mounting excitement and build towards a satisfactory climax.
She worked from home now. After two months at the busy exchange, she had won her sharp spurs as a tele-dominatrix. It was much better here in the spare room of the flat. She told Tom, her partner, that she was busy selling advertising space. She must have a couple of hours every evening alone. Completely undisturbed. Tom found it easy to oblige. After eight months together, all the sparkle seemed to have fizzled out of their affair. He didn’t even follow her into the shower any more. Tom found it easy to leave Annette alone. Undisturbed. While she went to ‘work’ on the phone, he was next door, in their bedroom, busy surfing the net.
‘Graham.’
‘Yes, Doctor Jane.’
‘It was extremely stupid of you to leave the lab fridge door open like that. I’m going to have to teach you to be more attentive to important details. It is, I’m afraid, going to be a very painful lesson.’
‘Yes. I deserve to suffer. Please –’
‘Now that I have you at my mercy, bending bare-bottomed across the wooden stool, I am going to whip you. And can you tell me what I am going to use to whip you with, Graham?’
‘No, Doctor. Tell me, please. Tell me, I beg you –’
‘Oh, come now, Graham. I think you do know, don’t you?’
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�The riding crop?’
‘Did you say riding crop, Graham?’
‘Yes, the one you keep hidden behind the red fire extinguisher.’
‘Oh, so you have found that, have you? That was my little secret. I’m not sure I like the idea of you snooping around, Graham –’
‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to –’
‘I won’t be spied on, Graham. Do you understand?’
‘Yes, Doctor. I won’t do it again.’
‘Of course you won’t. And you know all the painful reasons why you won’t, don’t you, Graham?’
‘Yes, Doctor.’
‘No, it is not to be the riding crop for your bottom. Not this time, although I am sure there will be other occasions for its use. I was rather thinking of the flexible rubber hose attached to the bunsen burner –’
‘Oh, yes, please, Doctor.’
‘So rubbery, so satisfyingly whippy. Shall we say a dozen strokes?’
‘Yes, a dozen strokes.’
‘But then you are forgetting, Graham, aren’t you, that it is in fact not for you to say what punishment I dispense? It is for me and me alone to prescribe your suffering. Two dozen.’
Silence.
‘I have the tubing in my hand, Graham. So firm, so pliant, and yet surprisingly soft. It is as thick as your cock.’
A soft grunt.
‘I am squeezing it. Mmm. It is helpless in my clenched fist.’
A moan.
‘Now I’m tugging it, stretching it. How obedient it is to my firm touch. I like obedience, Graham. In fact, I insist upon it.’
A gasp. Excited breathing.
‘Now keep your hands up where they can be seen, as I’ve taught you. Now dip your tummy, Graham, so that your bare bottom is big and round.’
‘Yes, Doctor.’
‘I’m raising the rubber hose up. It is hovering above your naked cheeks. Close your eyes, Graham.’
‘Yes, Doctor, yes.’
‘Close your eyes tight and picture me. Doctor Jane. My rubber lash is raised above your squirming bottom. My thigh grazes yours as I position myself at your proffered cheeks. Oh, look. My white coat has fallen open. My breasts are spilling freely. See how their soft flesh bulges, how the ripe curves shine, how the cleavage is deep and warm –’
‘Yes. Yes.’
‘After the seventh stroke, I will pause to palm your hot buttocks, then finger every red stripe –’
‘Oh, God, yes –’
‘After the eleventh stroke, I will drag your tear-stained face up and gaze down pitilessly as you slavishly lick, twice and twice only, my slippery leather thong –’
‘Please. Please –’
‘After the sixteenth stroke, I will bring my naked bosom to your suffering flesh, crushing them against your whipped buttocks. You will cry out as my hard nipples pierce your crimson –’
‘Oh, Doctor, I adore you. I want to kneel and serve you always. I beg you –’
‘I’m afraid that is all for tonight. You have not been the perfect slave, have you? Think, when I am gone from you, what it might have been that you did to displease me, wretch.’
‘No, wait, don’t go –’
‘Your mistress is going now, slave.’
‘Please stay, don’t –’
‘Try this number again. But not for at least forty-eight hours. Not until then. I’ll see if I can squeeze you in.’
Treat ’em mean and keep ’em keen. It had been written in large red letters above her desk at the exchange during her training. And it worked.
Annette knew as she hung up that her tele-slave would be masturbating furiously. It thrilled her to think that out there, in the anonymous city, a man was grunting in ecstasy because of what she had just said to him down the line.
Her words haunted her. A natural dominant, she found it both easy and pleasurable to come up with delicious scenarios of humiliation and punishment for her select clients. Tom, her partner, had never shown or spoken of any desire to enter into the dark delights of erotic mistress-slave games. Frustrated and denied her longings, Annette had discovered sweet release in her role as dominant tele-bitch.
Doctor Jane. She always gave herself a superior rank or title. It automatically created the necessary fixed gulf between mistress and slave. Between the penitent and the stern punisher. Doctor Jane. Cool, severe and totally in control. Annette wriggled as if the leather thong she had described really was biting into the wet heat of her slit. After the call, she was prickling and juiced with arousal. She closed her eyes. Graham. She pictured his bare buttocks waiting with impatient patience for their pain. Her mouth grew dry. Opening her eyes, Annette blinked the image away and finished off her lemonade.
Time for bed.
Next door, she found Tom already naked under the duvet. He seemed a little feverish tonight. More so than usual. He’d probably found some obscure new website and cyber-chatted with other sad geeks. Annette pouted as she released her swollen breasts from her bra. Nothing under the duvet to put out her fire. She tossed the lacy half-cupped confection aside. Stepping out of her panties, she thought she heard Tom grunt. Indigestion. He would raid the fridge when her back was turned.
In bed, they lay face to face. No kissing. He was, to her surprise, extremely hard already. He guided her hands down, holding her wrists gently, to his erection. She dealt with it competently. He came almost at once, spurting her belly and nipples as he moaned, then rolled over and promptly fell asleep.
Annette lay awake staring at the ceiling as the semen dried to a crisp second skin on her flesh. Had she imagined it? Had Tom murmured something when he orgasmed – splashing her with his wet warmth? Something that had sounded startlingly like Doctor Jane? Impossible. She dismissed it out of hand. But as she drifted towards sleep, the vague suspicion returned, taking shape like a shadow in a corner of the darkened room of her mind.
Forty-seven hours and thirteen minutes since speaking to his mistress, the slave dialled her number. Annette picked up. The brief business preliminaries were dealt with quickly – she liked to get into role almost immediately.
Following her half-formed plan, she did not offer a variation to the previous scenario. She continued where she had left off as Doctor Jane.
Graham was thrilled.
‘I am not wearing my thong. It got very sticky when I whipped you. I had to take it off.’
Silence.
‘You took your whipping well, Graham. The doctor is pleased with the way her slave took his medicine. Quite pleased.’
‘I was foolish to leave the lab fridge door ajar. I deserved my punishment.’
‘And afterwards. Remember how I made you examine your red bottom in the mirror?’
‘Yes, Doctor.’
‘How you moaned softly as I placed my cool hand, fingers splayed, across your striped cheeks –’
‘Yes. Yes.’
‘And how you almost buckled at the knees when I squeezed your punished buttocks?’
‘Yes.’
‘Well, Graham, as a reward for being a tolerably good slave I have decided to grant you a small treat. Just this once, mind. Do not think for one moment that I make a habit of indulging those who serve me. I am a harsh mistress. Do not mistake my kindness for weakness.’
‘No. No, I shan’t.’
‘Can you guess what your little treat might be, Graham? What has Doctor Jane got for you, hmm?’
‘I don’t know. Tell me, please, I beg you –’
‘Can’t you guess?’
‘Please tell me.’
‘My thong. It is soiled and sticky.’
‘Let me wash it for you, Doctor. Allow me to –’
‘No, Graham, I do not want you to wash it. Not exactly. But clean it, you certainly must. Yes. I certainly want it cleaned.’
Silence.
‘You will kneel down. Kneel down before me and open your mouth.’
An excited voice promised to obey.
‘Are your eyes closed?’
‘
Yes, Doctor.’
‘Open wide.’
Silence.
‘I’m putting my soiled, sticky thong in your mouth, Graham. No, don’t speak. Close your eyes. You can feel my fingers forcing the soft leather into you, can’t you? I want you to chew gently. I am using your mouth like a miniature washing machine –’
‘Mmm.’
‘That’s right. Mmm. Make it nice and clean. Nice and clean and worthy of my slit –’
A grunt.
‘No, don’t spit it out, Graham. Swallow. Swallow your juices.’
Silence.
‘I’m watching you. If Graham dares to spit it out, Doctor Jane will have to use that riding crop behind the fire extinguisher after all. And it won’t necessarily be used on your bottom. Just imagine that cruel little leather loop being flicked up repeatedly against your balls –’
An anxious whimper.
‘That’s right. Just swallow like a good, obedient slave. It is a privilege for you to taste the stickiness of your mistress, after all. And now, before I put my nice, clean thong back on, I require you to clean me –’
‘Yes, Doctor. Anything you demand, Doctor.’
‘I will wipe my wet slit dry with a tissue. Your tongue is not worthy enough to lick me there.’
‘Not worthy. No, mistress.’
‘You, Graham, will be permitted to kneel behind me, gazing up in adoration at my heavy buttocks –’
‘Yes, yes, please –’
‘And then tongue my cleft until it is fresh and clean.’
A choking whimper of delight.
‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Graham? Hmm? Doctor Jane is right, isn’t she?’
‘Yes, Doctor. Permit me to kneel down before your bottom and worship you devotedly with my tongue between your buttocks.’
‘Good little slave. And what do good little slaves deserve. Occasionally?’
‘A reward?’
‘The ultimate reward, Graham. Pleasurable pain.’
‘Yes. Oh, God, yes.’
‘You may masturbate while you lick between my cheeks, Graham.’
‘Thank you, Doctor, thank you.’
‘But be very careful not to splash my legs or thighs when you come –’
A sweet groan.
‘A good slave never, ever soils his stern mistress with his hot seed –’
‘No, never.’
‘Unless, of course, she is deliberately and dominantly milking him with her leather-gloved hand –’
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