Bending down, he carefully picked up the scissors and moved slowly towards Lois. She edged away from him, following the script beautifully. Looking at me, she whispered, “Don’t do this.” I simply smiled and held up the ball gag. There were no further arguments.
The first cut of the scissors into Lois’s skirts was tentative and lacked enthusiasm. To hurry things along, I picked up a riding crop. When the second cut was just as lousy as the first, I slammed the crop into Adie’s backside. This hadn’t been part of the script. For some things, you needed the element of surprise.
When he spun around to face me, spluttering, I said, "I'm a busy man. Let's move things along." Adie took my threat seriously enough. The scissors then began to move with purpose, slicing through reams of expensive duchess satin and French lace. It was an utter waste of an utterly exquisite dress, but it was highly impractical in a dungeon setting, and Lois was unlikely to need it again any time soon.
"That's better," I encouraged. "It's about time we saw her naked. Let's see what my filthy little slut is hiding beneath that dress when she was well aware her husband was away."
It didn't take long for Adie to sever the dress from top to bottom, and after that, it was a simple matter of unravelling the fallout. Adie carefully pulled apart the satin until it was nothing more than a puddle of frayed material on the floor. By now, Lois was visibly shaking, and while the action was superb for our role-play, I was concerned. Shaking wasn't easy to fake. Either she'd got lost in her head and was living this little charade to the max, or we were pushing her too hard. I'd have to keep a close eye on her. The last thing I needed was for her to faint on us.
"Stand up, darling. Stand up and give us a twirl. Let everyone see what you wear to tempt men when your husband can't be around to service your whims." Lois looked at me with fire in her eyes - the kind that burned everything it touched. I was not immune. My dress pants were extremely tight right now, and I was more than a little uncomfortable. One glance at Adie revealed that he felt exactly the same way.
"I'm waiting," I said when no response was forthcoming.
"Fuck you," she spat at me. That was all the encouragement I needed for what was to come next. Grabbing hold of her, I yanked her upright and spun her around slowly. Although my expression gave nothing away, the sight of Lois in a black basque, lacy stockings and suspenders nearly floored me. Although I'd seen the woman completely naked on numerous occasions, it in no way prepared me for seeing her like this. She was dressed to titillate, torment and tease, and judging by the response of my cock, she ticked every single one of those boxes. If I wasn't careful, I was going to lose my shit.
Pulling her towards me, so her back was pressed against my chest, I asked, “What’s your boyfriend’s name?” My hand was caressing the side of her left breast as I looked directly at Adie, and he looked distinctly uncomfortable. When she didn’t answer my question, I delved into her bra and tweaked her nipple sharply.
“Alain. His name is Alain,” she whimpered.
"Alain," I pretended to test his name out for size, as I watched him watching us. His eyes were glued to Lois's body, where any real males should be, and I'm sure there were quite a few other pairs trained on her through the window. Sinking one hand inside her panties, I asked, "Alain what?" We needed to get his surname out there, and we needed tongues wagging.
“Alain Dumortier.” Although Adie’s eyes were still feasting themselves upon Lois, he said, “And I should warn you that I’m…”
"I'm not interested in your threats," I intercepted brusquely. "If you know what's good for you, you'll do exactly as I tell you. If not, by the time the boys outside that door are finished with you, you'll be hospitalised for the next week or so. Your choice." I looked towards the door and raised my eyebrows as if waiting for him to make a decision.
Adie looked worried, as well he might. He was, for all intents and purposes, between a rock and a very hard place.
“What’s going to happen if I stay?” Although his arms were now on his hips as he tried to assert himself, we all knew where the balance of power now lay.
“First you’re going to spank my wife. Then, if you do a reasonable job, I’ll watch you fuck her.” That set the scene, pretty much. There was plenty more besides, but we’d get to that later.
Biting his lip for a moment, Adie looked at me, then switched his attention back to Lois, before his eyes rested on me again.
"Fine, I'll stay, but I want your word you'll let me go with no further repercussions once we're outside this room." Adie had remembered that line perfectly and considering he'd spent most of the day jollying around Lyon with Lois, I was pleasantly surprised. The man had at least some talents that would come in handy.
Nodding my head sharply, the deal was done. It was now time to get down to business. "Lay face down on the spanking bench, darling. Alain is going to give that naughty backside a good paddling." Pushing her away from me, I picked up a leather paddle and tested its weight in my hand. Today I'd brought along a slapper paddle, which is somewhat more intense than the usual variety. Slappers are made up of layers, and when you spank someone with one, the top layer ‘slaps' against the bottom layer, adding a little bit of extra bite. It wasn't too brutal. I knew Lois would be able to cope with it.
“If you think I’m staying here for this craziness you must be out of your mind!” Lois then turned on her heel and raced for the door, yanking it wide. My two bouncers were still stationed there, just as I’d said they would be, and she wasn’t getting past them – nor was Adie for that matter. They firmly closed it once again.
Lois screamed, and when that didn’t work, she started yelling. “Someone get me out of here. My husband’s a monster.” Now I have a thing for fiery women who have a bit of a temper, and watching Lois stalk up and down in her high heels and suspenders was one sure-fire way to get my blood pumping.
Grabbing Lois from behind, I quickly grasped both of her hands in mine and marched her towards the bench. With my hand in the small of her back, I forced her forward upon the black leather, where I quickly fastened her wrists in place, before making short work of her ankles. Lots of swearing followed this, but I had a solution for that, too. I had warned her, after all.
Plucking the ball gag out of my pocket once more, I pushed it against her lips and smiled wickedly. Lois's eyes flared, and then they hardened. She hadn't expected me to get it out again so quickly, but that was her problem, not mine.
"There's only one monster around these parts," I thundered, "and she's making far too much noise. Open up, darling, and be a good girl." Now I knew Lois wanted to respond to that with something witty or at the very least snarky, but she didn't dare. As soon as that mouth was open, we both knew what would happen. She settled for glaring at me instead. If she thought she had won the battle, though, she was mistaken.
Throwing the paddle to Adie, I said, “Your job is to make her gasp out loud within the next five minutes. If she doesn’t, I’m going to bend you over her, and show you how it’s done.” I hoped the bastard took my threat seriously because I meant every word. Just because it wasn’t in the script, didn’t mean it wouldn’t happen.
Adie stared at the paddle for a moment, his fingers shaking slightly before he managed to get a grip of himself. Giving him a hooded look, I waited patiently for him to begin.
The first smack landed with a lacklustre intensity as Adie pretended to gauge what kind of beast he'd been given. I knew for a fact that he was very talented with nearly every aspect in the BDSM dominants arsenal, so he was playing to the crowd. I wondered if they were sympathising with him at the moment. Probably. He could make most women swoon just by breathing.
I sighed. “She’s been a very naughty girl, Alain. That’s not going to cut it. Put some fucking effort into it. If you fuck like you spank, this is going to be a poor show indeed.”
My words must have struck a chord because thankfully, the next whoosh of the paddle packed some punch, and Lois's eyes nearly burst throu
gh their sockets. Excellent. This shouldn't take too long.
"Yes. Perfect. A few more of those should do the trick." Staring at Lois, I played the waiting game. The woman would open her mouth, one way or the other. Watching Adie slam into her backside, over and over again, turned me on something fierce. I could see the heat building in Lois's eyes as she tried to control the pain. She was doing all the right things – relaxing into each smack and using her voice to diffuse some of the pain. Unfortunately, she still had her mouth closed.
"Harder," I barked. Lois might be one stubborn woman, but she was no match for me. "I want to hear her scream." Raising my eyebrows at my temporary bride, I smiled. "You're not going to win this war," I purred, knowing she would take that as a personal challenge. I was curious to see how much she could handle and what it would do to her.
When the fun stopped rather abruptly, I looked up at Adie to see what was the matter. He was now covered in sweat with the exertion of flinging the paddle around and was taking off his shirt. That was going to be a crowd pleaser. I'd love to have been a fly on the wall outside the viewing window. I bet it was standing room only out there. Clucking my tongue in impatience, I waited for him to continue. He didn't take long, thankfully. Soon the paddle was flying again, and even harder than before. Adie had first-hand knowledge of how much pain Lois could take and judging but the effort he was putting into chastising her backside, it was a lot.
Leaning forward, I growled in her ear. "Scream. I don't want you black and blue before we're invited downstairs to the dungeon." She'd get more than her fair share of pain down there, and this was only supposed to be a warm-up.
Lois looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with what should have been fury, but in reality, was mischief. How she had lasted as long as she had in this business was beyond me. Why couldn't the woman do as she was told?
Smiling tightly, I let Adie get out another few slams with the paddle, and then, tired of waiting, I pinched her nose closed. There was more than one way to get the job done.
"You bastard," she spluttered when she had run out of air. That was all she managed to get out because the ball was then swiftly slotted into place and buckled tightly behind her head.
"Oh, I'm the bastard?" I said with tightly controlled fury. "Here I thought you were the one running about trying to fuck other men?" I snatched the paddle back from Adie and decided I'd have some fun of my own. Wielding it up high, I smashed it down, ten times in quick succession, but the actual impact was nowhere near as hard as it looked. I lessened the strength of the swats by pulling up short before they landed, but no one who was watching would know.
“I think she’s had enough,” Adie said, looking down at the two bright red patches on either side of her thong. I have to confess my gaze was drawn to the same place. I was beginning to wonder if Lois had opted for the sexiest lingerie she could find in order to torment me.
“Then you don’t know my wife very well,” I said darkly. “She’s so turned on right now, she can barely think.” When Adie looked disbelieving, I said, “Put your hands between her legs. Find out if that tight little cunt isn’t soaking wet.”
Adie looked nervous and shuffled about a bit.
“Do it,” I barked, “or I’ll shove my fist through your face.”
"I'm not sure this is a good idea," Adie whispered, backing away. I was on him like a shot. My fist slammed into the side of his jaw, sending him flying before the corner of my elbow slammed into his ribs. It was hard enough to hurt, but it wouldn't leave any lasting damage. Falling to the floor, in line with what I'd told him earlier, Adie backed away and held his hands up.
“Alright, alright. I’ll do whatever you say.” Getting to his feet slowly, I glowered over him as he made his way back to Lois. The dark expression on my face was only half an act. When his hand probed beneath the little black triangle of lace she was wearing, Lois shifted on the bench and moaned. I wanted to hit him again, but much harder this time.
"Do you like that, my little whore?" I murmured. "How does it feel to have another man's hands between your legs?" The restraints rattled this way, and that as Adie's hands edged deeper inside her panties.
Turning to Adie, I said, “Put your fingers inside her. Tell me if she’s wet. I want to know how aroused she is at the thought of another man fucking her. ”
This time Adie did as he was told, pushing two fingers forwards. Lois sank down onto them greedily, trying to say all kinds of things through her gag – none of which I suspected would be pleasant. Her eyes were now glazed with desire, and the look she wore made me want to devour her.
“Finger my wife, Alain. Make her so fucking wet, that she’ll be sobbing and pleading for your cock. I want to watch her beg.” Any normal red-blooded male should have almost lost his shit by now, and Adie played his part to perfection. Two of his fingers were now buried inside Lois, and he used his thumb to reach forward and stroke her clit. Meanwhile, I took hold of a handful of her hair and yanked it upright. Squatting down in front of her, we eyeballed each other, and it was one of those moments that went on forever.
We were both aroused – of that there was no question. So far, Lois seemed to be reasonably relaxed and coping well with what I’d thrown at her. I’d just have to hope that would continue to be the case. Things were going to get a little intense soon.
"That's enough," I instructed Adie when Lois's breathing became laboured. I knew she was close to coming, and I didn't want that to happen yet. We were going to save that for the finale later. "Now go get the flogger." With my head, I indicated my stash of toys by the door, not that he needed to be told. Walking over towards the bag silently, he rooted through my play equipment and picked up a reasonably decent suede example.
“Will this do?”
"Yes. Start swinging it around. Let's warm her up properly." Adie didn't need to be told twice. Running his hand down Lois's inner thigh, he then pulled back his arm and let loose. Meanwhile, I was scooping up a long line of drool that was beginning to run down her chin. Pulling my head in close to hers, I said, "We'll need to remove the gag in a minute. Adie's going to fuck your face, and I'm going to take you from behind. What I need to know, before we start, is if you're revved up enough for us? If not, we'll continue teasing for a few minutes. Nod your head for yes, shake for no." I already knew the answer to my question, but I had to make sure. Lois nodded twice, and she rolled her eyes at me. Bloody woman. Honestly, you couldn't get the staff these days.
“Harder. Make sure she feels every damn flail.” My tone was brittle, and my patience appeared to be wearing thin as I walked around to Adie and snatched the flogger out of his hands. Shoving him up against the wall with an elbow in his back, I yanked his shirt out of his jeans and pushed it upwards, towards his neck. Swinging back with the flogger, I gave him a couple of furious swats to show him I meant business.
"If I can't trust you to do the job properly, Alain, it'll be you in restraints. Feel me?" Adie pushed me back off him violently, but I'd been expecting it, so I managed to retain my balance. Giving him a hard look, I waited for him to respond.
“What’s stopping me from punching your lights out?” Adie looked good and mad, which was great. That part hadn’t been in the script, but I’d needed to pad things out a bit.
"Absolutely nothing, bar me and the two bouncers at the door. Feel free to have at it." I was goading him, and he knew it. Snatching the flogger back out of my hand, he decided he wasn't going to fly off the handle just yet. That was too bad. He would later.
When Adie returned to flogging Lois, this time he put some effort into it. I imagined the sight of that torso, glistening with sweat, was doing funny things to all the women outside. I was going to capitalise on that by taking off my own. The fewer clothes we had on in this room, the better.
Shrugging out of my dinner jacket, I yanked my shirt above my head and threw it to the back of the room. Holding my hand out for the flogger, when Adie finally began to flag a few minutes later, he looked at me bale
fully.
“What now?”
"Now you get to watch for a minute and save your strength. You'll be needing it later." With that, he was dismissed. Crouching down in front of Lois, I unbuckled her gag. I was going to use her mouth in a minute, but for the time being, a little swearing, groaning, and moaning wouldn't go amiss.
“Are you sorry yet?” I asked her, my eyes sparkling ominously.
"Get me out of these restraints right now, you bastard," she spat, "you can't hold me here like this." Grabbing a handful of her hair again, I yanked her head up and let the flogger fly.
“Do you want a divorce?” I enquired silkily. “I can have one drawn up right this minute, and you can go straight back to the gutter, where you belong.”
“You wouldn’t,” she whimpered.
“I absolutely would. Just say the word.”
Lois remained resolutely silent, glaring at me malevolently.
"If you want to stay with me, you'll take every single punishment I dish out in this room, and so will he." A nod of my head indicated the odd-one-out in our room. "So, if you want that divorce, now is the time to speak up. Then you can be on your merry way, dancing off happily into the sunset." My hands dropped from her hair to caress her throat, and for a moment, the heavily beating pulse in her neck fascinated me.
“I love you,” she whispered brokenly, “how can you do this to me?” As her voice cracked, her eyes filled with water. This woman was dangerous. Although I had yet to meet my match in a female operative, I suspected Lois would give me a run for my money.
"Then you have a hilarious way of showing it. Enough blathering. What's it to be?" My fingers moved from her throat to her chin and carried on forward. Folding her lip down, so it pressed against her teeth, I decided I'd hurry her along a bit.
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