Mistress Blackheart

by Francine Whittaker

  “I want you naked, apart from socks and shoes.”

  “Yes.”

  “My name’s Mistress Blackheart. That’s how you’ll address me.”

  “Yes, Mistress Blackheart.”

  Ali gave a wintry smile. “You learn fast, Dr. Rankin.” She waited until he stood before her, naked save for his tan coloured socks and shiny black shoes. “You look totally ridiculous, and are a particularly pathetic example of manhood.”

  Actually, he was in pretty good shape. Lean and athletic without an ounce of excess fat, he was smooth chested with fair, soft skin. There was a fine sprinkling of hair that covered his arms and legs, and a particularly thick crop of pubic hair, from which a modestly long but gloriously thick cock sprang up. If only she could relax her own rules, which precluded any fucking at all on a first appointment. She could feel her quim twitching with longing to suck in his powerful weaponry. Still, maybe next time...

  Squaring her shoulders, as much to keep a reign on her own licentious enthusiasm as much as to gain control over him, she began the process of belittling him.

  “Look at you! You’re nothing but pasty skin, bone and hairy legs. Call that a cock? I’ve seen better than that on the end of a fishing rod.” She cast a derisive eye over his upper body, where two defiant black hairs curled on an otherwise satin-skinned chest. She narrowed her eyes and gave a derisive laugh. “Don’t tell me - that’s one hair split down the middle.”

  With a sharp movement that reeked of pent-up aggression, she raked her fingers through her short, jet hair, scraping her scalp with her fingernails. She’d known Terence vaguely for many years but had never seen him as a potential fuck before.

  Oh, to squeeze his cock witless with her vice-like pussy muscles. He was unaware that she still had dealings with one of his sons who, having suffered from her bullying throughout adolescence, had been only too pleased to make use of her adult services now that she was back in town. And as Terence stood before her, she mentally compared the cocks of father and son, coming down very firmly in favour of the father’s. Yes, if he played his cards right, she chuckled inwardly, Terence might just be in with a chance!

  “Now, hands behind your back, wimp. Don’t make a sound, or I’ll have to gag you. Move away from the desk. Stand with your legs open and keep your eyes on the floor.”

  Transfixed, Terence watched the two slender fingers of one hand as they slid either side of the cigar. She removed it from her mouth and smoke billowed upward as she pursed her shiny red lips.

  “Hurry up! You’ve got a waiting room full of patients.”

  His thick penis twitched, then twitched again. “Yes, Mistress Blackheart.”

  Obeying her commands, he cast his eyes downward and listened as she walked round behind him and unlocked the cupboard. He heard her rummage through the shelves, then walk back again. Standing behind him, she bound his wrists using some kind of surgical tape.

  Unseen by Terence, Ali stubbed out the cigar on the glass of a framed photograph of a woman.

  “Is this a picture of your wife?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “What a nice-looking woman.”

  Ali snatched up his stethoscope, then standing in front of him, she placed the ends in his ears before taping the round, metal end in position on his chest. His eager cock continued to rise to the occasion, ready for action. She gave his balls a hard squeeze.

  “I thought you’d like to listen to the beating of your heart at the same time as I beat your arse.” She took something from her pocket which she held beneath his lowered eyes. “Have you ever seen nipple clamps before? No? Well, here’s how they work.”

  She took his tiny nipple between finger and thumb, relishing the acceleration of her excitement as his cock jerked, then pinched his nipple until it stood like a stiff peak. She opened the jaws of one clamp, and then closed it over the small, hard morsel. Her lips quivered at his sharp intake of breath as he experienced the pain of pleasure for the first time.

  “As you see, it’s joined by a chain to a second clamp, which is usually attached to the other nipple. But, seeing as how the stethoscope is in the way,” she noted how he sighed with relief as she removed the clamp, “I thought we’d try something else. Put your tongue out and say ‘ah.”

  As soon as he poked his tongue out, she snapped the clamp closed over it, then grabbed his rigid penis and squeezed it hard, relishing the way it throbbed.

  “I thought I’d attach the other end...,” using finger and thumb, she plucked at his foreskin, “here!”

  His face contorted with agony and he cried out as the clamp pinched at the delicate area. He bent from the waist to try to relieve the tension. Quick as a flash, Ali snatched his belt from her pocket, flicked her wrist to uncurl it and struck him across the thigh.

  “Aaaaah!”

  “No, we’ve already done the ‘say ah’ bit. Be quiet, or someone will break the door down to see what’s wrong. Unless, of course, you want your patients to see you like this? No, I thought not. Keep your bloody mouth shut and stand up straight.”

  With grim determination Terence pressed his lips together. His eyes glistened with moisture as the excruciating pain of the clamps bit in. He stood ramrod straight, his gaze focused on his penis.

  Ali unzipped her jacket to let her firm, naked, upward-tilting breasts swing free.

  “Look at my tits.”

  Terence looked, feasting and gorging himself senseless on the sight as she took each dark brown nipple, already hard and erect, and rolled them between finger and thumb.

  “If you’re a good boy and do as I say, I might let you suck them,” she thrilled at the way his eager eyes bulged with lewd fascination, and his cock jerked upwards despite the pain, “but not today - we really mustn’t keep your poor patients waiting much longer.”

  Holding the buckle end of the belt, she gave it a couple of turns round her hand and instructed, “face the wall.”

  When he’d taken up the required position, Ali stood behind him. She adjusted her own stance, then pulled back her hand. For a moment she concentrated, then with a satisfying Crack! of leather against bare flesh, she drew a wide line of red fire across his buttocks.

  ***

  As she left the surgery, Ali glanced across to reception where one of the doctors was tearing Leigh off a strip in front of the whole waiting room. Blaming Leigh for the backlog caused by his own late arrival, and to some extent added to by Ali’s liaison with her new client, he set about destroying Leigh’s credibility in front of the patients.

  Now, as she headed towards the car park, Ali reflected on the way her friend’s pale complexion had turned an attractive shade of pink as humiliation washed over her. From her open-necked blouse to her hairline, her skin had positively glowed, making her look younger and more vulnerable than ever. The thought made Ali tremble with anticipation.

  She unlocked the door of her shiny, yellow Ferrari and decided to head for the Water Gardens, an oasis of calm where the river passed through the town centre, a place to sit quietly and make her plans. Merely watching as the scene had unfolded behind the glass partition had made her own body heat rise by several degrees, and set her stomach muscles clenching and unclenching. Her nipples pushed against the leather of her jacket as she slid behind the wheel and gunned the engine.

  Her hunger to join the Doctor in the humiliation of Leigh had been acute; yet she couldn’t stand the thought that someone other than herself could cause such distress or have that degree of control over the girl she intended to dominate. Still, she’d set the ball rolling now; if things went according to plan she’d soon have Leigh exactly where she wanted her.

  Chapter Eight

  Sitting side by side on the bench overlooking the river, the two women embraced. Claire Rankin opened her mouth to allow entry to Nina’s snaking tongue. They paid
no attention to the pair of swans that glided effortlessly towards them in the hope of food scraps, nor the leather-clad woman sitting on the far bank, where the tots stood with their mothers throwing whole slices of bread to the waiting ducks.

  Claire moaned as she felt the hand squeeze her breast. Breaking the kiss she said, “I told the Manager I had one of my migraines. I promised to do an extra shift on Saturday.” She giggled. “I know I’m irresistible, Nina, but I thought we’d agreed to cool it for a while!” Claire rubbed her bottom as if it hurt. “Are you going to pick up where you left off?”

  “That depends.” Again, Nina indicated the scarf-sheathed implement, running her fingers up and down its length.

  “On what?”

  “Your co-operation.”

  Drawing the object from her bag slowly, Nina unwrapped the scarf to reveal a thin riding crop and ran it lovingly through her fingers. She raised it in the air, then with a Swish! brought it down against the side of the bench. The resulting Crack! drove away the swans and ducks in a commotion of feathers.

  And on the far bank, Ali wondered where she’d seen the round faced, chestnut haired woman before.

  Nina’s own thrill at the sight of the crop matched Claire’s, who drew back a couple of inches. The two women had been friends for several years, but had only become lovers a few months ago. Together they’d explored the emerging darker side of Nina’s sexuality.

  Although Nina loved to administer mild punishments with the crop, having discovered that domination over Claire brought about the best orgasms of her life, like the bondage they also enjoyed from time to time, it remained their secret. So far Nina hadn’t tied up any of her other lovers or taken the crop to their backsides, though she fully recognized it was an itch that would one day have to be scratched.

  “Ok Nina, what do you want?”

  “You over there, behind that tree for starters,” Nina pointed to an old, gnarled tree on the other side of a little clearing, “We’ll discuss the other matters after I’ve given you a reminder of what the crop feels like.”

  “You’re not going to do it here, in the open air?”

  Nina put on the stern expression she usually saved for Owen. “That’s for me to decide.”

  She took the other woman’s hand and helped her to her feet. She picked up her tote bag and led Nina through the clearing and round behind the tree. Neither of them noticed that the woman in leather also rose from her bench and made for the little bridge that crossed the river, following at a discreet distance as Nina led her companion through the clearing and round behind the tree. Along with the surrounding vegetation, it proved to be an effective screen from passers by, and Nina couldn’t help the tremble of excitement in her voice as she issued her orders.

  “Pull your knickers down, then lean with your breasts against the trunk.”

  “What if we get caught?”

  “We won’t if you hurry up. Quickly.”

  With satisfying haste, Claire pulled her plain white panties down to her knees, then took a couple of awkward steps forward. Positioning her feet with her toes against the trunk, she clasped her hands in front of her eyes so as not to hurt her face on the bark as she rested her head against it. Then, with her breasts squashed flat against the trunk, Claire Rankin braced herself and waited for the impact.

  When it came, it was like a blaze of fire across her generously proportioned rump. She couldn’t help but scream.

  “Shhh! Someone will hear you.”

  “I couldn’t help it. You hit me too hard.”

  “Sorry.” Except that she wasn’t, Nina thought with a smile. Here in the open air, with people going about their daily business just a short distance away, her excitement was more intense than ever. To see Claire’s pallid buttocks wobble as the livid red weal was raised was a delight that she just had to have more of. She raised the crop and brought it down heavily. Her aim wasn’t perfect and the blow fell a little lower than she intended, catching Claire at an angle across the crease below the cheeks of her bottom.

  “Please, Nina- no more! You’re hurting me. Let’s go home. Terence is at the surgery, so we’d have the house to ourselves. We could go to bed and talk.”

  Getting in the swing of things now, Nina brought the crop down hard. This time her aim was perfect, laying down a stripe over the first. Her clitoris throbbed in appreciation.

  “We’ll talk here. The thing is this...” she paused a moment, raised the crop, then added, “I think Owen’s having an affair.”

  Claire turned her head to look at her. “So what? He’s been having affairs ever since you got married.”

  “Eyes front!”

  Nina brought the crop down, sadistically aiming to miss her mark and hitting the tree close to Claire’s head instead. Oh, it was pure joy to see the terror in her friend’s eyes, then watch that same terror drain away once the tree had absorbed what should have been Claire’s pain.

  “I’ve had enough. I want shot of him, want him out of my house. But he won’t go... not unless I can make him see that it would be better for him if he did. I’m convinced his latest trollop is a patient, and I want to get a job at the surgery, as a receptionist. That way I can find out who she is. Then I can confront him with the evidence and threaten to shop him to the authorities if he doesn’t get out.”

  “Why tell me? Talk to Owen.”

  “He’d never agree.”

  “I don’t see what I can do.” Claire stuffed her hand in her mouth to stifle a cry as Nina’s crop came crashing down again.

  “I want you to talk to Terence - Owen might listen to him.”

  ***

  “Come,” Owen said when Leigh knocked on the door. Already seated at his desk, without lifting his eyes from the notes in front of him, he used a hand gesture to order her to take up a position beside him. “On your knees. You know what I want.”

  The man was unbelievable! “You’ve only just got here, and there’s a waiting room full of people!”

  “Do it,” he swivelled round in his chair to face her, “or get out there and tell them to go home; that surgery’s cancelled. It’s up to you.”

  She was lucky to have come through the ugly scene that had just taken place unscathed; to break such news now to a room full of angry people whose sympathies could switch back and forth in a moment was asking for trouble.

  Besides, there was still that annoying irritation that needed to be eased - she wanted his cock in her mouth as much as he did.

  Pushing all thoughts about the unfairness of it all to the back of her mind, she lowered herself to her knees while Owen opened his legs to give her access. With one hand holding his leg, she reached for the hasp of the zip and, with trembling fingers, unfastened his trousers and extracted his already erect penis from his boxer shorts. Oh, how she hated those things!

  Despite everything that had gone before, she felt the quickening of her pulses as she took his velvety glans between her lips. She flicked out her tongue and poked it into the tiny slit, which was already leaking salty fluid. When he groaned, she slipped a hand beneath his scrotum and, caressing his balls gently, took his cock right into the warmth of her mouth and began to suck.

  As much as she hated him, and it was true- she really did hate him - she couldn’t help the spirals of heat that spread from her loins to her tightening breasts. By now she was completely hooked on the joys of cock-teasing. The downside was, and probably always would be, that the actual act of fucking never turned out to be as great as she’d anticipated. It was probably her own fault, she told herself, for letting her wantonness build the act up to some great earth-shattering event. She was still waiting for the toe curling and the fireworks.

  “It’s time to renegotiate your terms of employment”, Owen told her between ragged gasps. “Further to our previous agreement, not to mention your scurrilous
threats, if you want to continue working in this town, you’ll keep your mouth shut about the cock-ups this morning. I intend to protect my interests and those of my colleagues by any means available. I’ve no intention of appearing incompetent, nor do I want to find myself hauled up before the authorities for anything that may, or may not, take place within these walls.” He laughed. “Or anywhere else. So, in the future, you’ll take the blame for everything- and I do mean everything- that goes wrong.”

  Heat rose in his balls as she manipulated them. She took his cock deeper into her warm, wet mouth, making slurping noises that were enough to drive him insane. She knew he was having trouble controlling himself, and that was just the way she liked it. However, the fact remained that he had the upper hand.

  Tiny beads of sweat formed on Owen’s forehead as he tried to keep an even tone under her delicious ministrations.

  “I want you ‘on call’ twenty four hours a day. Of course, I’ll see that you receive benefits appropriate to your new position. If, however, you fail to comply with any of my demands, I’ll have you named and shamed in the local press.”

  Horror-stricken, she pulled away sharply and his cock was rudely expelled.

  “For what?” she demanded sitting back on her heels

  “Oh, I’ll think of something, we all have secrets. And a man in my position is always believed over the likes of someone with your reputation. And if I were you, I wouldn’t want anyone delving too deeply into my background.” Seeing her puzzled expression, he expanded. “I’ve done my homework, Leigh. You’ve been quite active in this town - you were a bit of a hell raiser as a teenager, and now you’re a slut, like your mother before you. Don’t look so shocked - the whole town had her, including me! Now get out, and send in the first of my patients.”