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"Cmon Batman, let's get you home, and out of that costume," Lisa says in a carefree tone while helping me to my feet. She picks up a duffel bag sitting in the hall and hands it to me. "Here's your stuff, just so you know, I charged a tank of gas on your credit card. I hope you don't mind," she says with a knowing smile. I burst into a fit of sobbing laughter at the absurdity of the statement. My entire life has come to an end, and she's joking about gas?
She grabs her toy bag out of Molly's SUV, and we leave by the back door. As we walk through the back yard, she says, "Molly may not need your money, but I do. I'll expect five hundred a month... For expenses." She smiles sweetly, "after all, I have the same information Molly does, and more, right Uncle Daddy?"
As we enter my house Lisa say's "I don't know about you, but I'm starving! You wanna order a Pizza?"
"What's stopping me from going to the cops right now?" I turn on her angrily, and hiss.
"Dressed like that?" She replies quite amused.
"At this point, I don't give a fuck how I'm dressed! Last time I checked, cross dressing wasn't illegal, but blackmail is!"
"Well, there IS the evidence that you brutally raped me."
"With your record, and Molly's job description, do you really think the authorities will believe you over me?" I ask her, convinced I have the upper hand.
She bursts out laughing, sending more than a little doubt into my plan. After a minute, she stifles her genuine laugh before asking, "what record do I have?"
A sliver of fear takes hold of me now as I say, "the prostitution charges in High School."
Lisa has tears rolling down her cheeks as she starts laughing again, she drops her bag and throws her arms around me. "Oh Chris," she says while trying to control herself, "Molly lied to you...I admit to an overactive libido, and slept with some unsavory guys, but I have never charged anyone for sex, nor been arrested, for anything."
She kisses me deeply, despite my attempts to reject her, then whispers, "my Daddy is a judge, so who do you think they'll believe?" She releases me and digs her cell out of her pocket and dials 911. Lisa hands it to me, and says brightly, "go ahead, Batman, make the call."
'Is she bluffing? Dare I chance it?' I stare at the phone, tempted, until I look into her face. She has that 'oh please make the call!' Look in her eyes, and frankly, it scares the shit out of me.
Lisa chuckles when the look of horror crosses my face and presses end before saying, "now, about that pizza?"
I don't feel like eating, but knock your socks off." I answer bitterly.
"Listen Chris, I know you're pissed off at me, and that's understandable, but it's time for you to put that anger aside, and accept your new reality. Give me what I want, and I'll make this as painless as possible, it might even be fun... Fuck with me, and there's no limit to the humiliation you'll endure."
"Les, er, Lisa or whatever the fuck your name is, right now I really don't give a shit about what you think I should do, all I care about is getting the fuck out of this costume, brushing my teeth, and taking a shower." I grab a beer out of the fridge and down it in four long pulls... Thankfully the Fat Tire washes the taste of piss and cum out of my mouth.
"Chris, you may as well try to make the best of a bad situation, cmon, you have to at least admit you enjoyed tonight's adventure, well most of it anyway. I know I did, I've never had so much fun in my life! Now come have a seat, and we'll see about getting you out of that costume."
"Is that an order... Goddess?" I sneer in reply.
Lisa casually pulls out a taser and points it at my crotch. "Sit the fuck down, quit acting like a baby, and tell me where you keep your pliers, and if you behave I'll get you out of that fucking costume... Bitch!" Lisa snaps back, her temper finally starting to show.
Cursing under my breath I tell her where to find a multi tool. I sit down on a kitchen stool, and wait for her to return. Lisa is on her phone ordering food as she returns carrying my Leatherman, so I step to the fridge, and under her watchful eye, grab a bottle of water. Lisa hangs up the phone and has me sit down, she removes the boots, and commands me to kneel in front of her. With an angry glare, I do as I'm told, and she unclips the wig from my hair.
"I don't suppose you remembered the wig stand by any chance?"
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Chris, the bad language is starting to annoy me, if you continue to use it, I'm afraid I'll have to adjust my monthly stipend to one thousand."
"I apologize Goddess," I mutter, "I couldn't unlock the cuffs because I couldn't pick up the key with the gloves and nails... I couldn't remove the gloves because of the cuffs, and I had to use my nose to unlock my phone to call the Cunt next door to come rescue me, so pardon me for using profanity... So no, I didn't remember the wig stand, or the cooler, or the radio, if that was yours, and the lights were still on when we left."
"Apology accepted," she says sweetly. "Sow-ree about the cuffs, I didn't think they would cause you any trouble." Lisa finishes removing the pins, and pulls the wig off, setting it on the counter. She steps behind me with pliers in hand, and unzips the catsuit. "There, your free now." She say's, not realizing how ironic those words were.
"Thank you, do you have any commands for me before I go shower, Goddess?" I retort sullenly.
"I do, Slave! Come back down here when you finish showering, and I'll remove your nails... That is unless you would like to keep wearing them, Slut." Lisa mockingly replies. I turn to leave when she calls out, "Slave, do you always leave your boots in the middle of the kitchen floor, and your wig on the kitchen counter?"
With a weary sigh, I return for the boots and wig, and Lisa grabs my arm. "I expect acknowledgment when I address you, understand?"
"Yes Goddess." I say barely above a whisper. Lisa releases my arm, and I retreat upstairs.
I take my time peeling off the cat suit and carefully lay it across my queen sized bed, before removing my body stocking. I can't prevent ruining the body stocking with my long nails as I remove it, and hope Lisa doesn't get mad about it. I pop the breast forms out and set them on my dresser before fighting with the bra, and finally removing the panties, these I place in my laundry hamper. I grab a hanger out of the closet for the catsuit, and as I turn to hang it, I notice Lisa watching me with a look of approval on her face.
"I came up to see if you needed any help." She says magnanimously.
"I'm afraid the body stocking didn't survive my talons, Goddess." I reply with caution.
"I didn't expect it to," she says without emotion. "Let me help you with your lashes."
I sit on the edge of the bed and tilt my head up, she removes a pink tray from her pocket before carefully peeling them off, and setting them in the tray. "Where's the bra and panties?" She asks in a polite manner.
"Their in my laundry hamper, they need to be washed." I reply equally polite, but guarded.
"Good, make sure you use the delicate cycle, or better yet, hand wash them in Woolite, ok?"
"Yes Goddess."
She nods and looks around my neat room approvingly before going back downstairs. I start the shower and use the facilities before stepping under the hot shower spray. It's there I finally release my pent up emotions, and start weeping unabashedly. "Why did I accept this promotion? Why did I have to buy this particular place? Why are they doing this to me? Why are you punishing me God Why?"
I scrub my body pink, as if I could wash away my shame, but no matter how hard I scrub, I can't help but feel dirty. When the water becomes tepid, I shut off the shower and towel off. I wipe the steam off the mirror to brush my teeth, and panic. The eye liner washed off fine, but my lips are still red! I take some soap, and a wash cloth, and the color fades a bit, but their still red. I go ahead and brush my teeth so violently, I inflame my gums, and spit into the sink before rinsing.
I throw my towel in the hamper, and grab a pair of sweats, and a t-shirt. I step out of the bedroom and watch Lisa going through my desk drawers with silent anger. Dare I say anything? She looks up at me unconcerned and says, "just making sure you don't have any surprises waiting for me." She stands and gestures me ahead of her, and follows me down.
As we're walking to the kitchen I say, "Goddess, do you have some kind of special lipstick remover, I can't seem to wash this off," with much trepidation in my tone.
I turn to face her and she says, "my bad, I forgot I used long wearing lipstick, have you got any cold cream?"
"I'm sure my sister does in their room."
"Would you mind if I go look?"
"Be my guest, your the Boss around here."
Lisa smiles a cheerful smile before going to look for the cream. The smell of the pizza overwhelms me and my stomach reminds me I haven't eaten since lunch, so I find myself grabbing two plates and a couple of sodas out of the fridge. Before I can dig in, Lisa returns with a jar of Ponds, and a bottle of nail polish remover.
"Here, let me help you," she says, opening the Ponds. She scoops a small amount on to her finger, and gently spreads it on my lips. "Rub your lips together," she says and grabs a paper towel. I do as she suggests and she wipes my lips when I'm done.
"There, no more lipstick." Lisa pronounces after a quick examination.
"Thanks," I mutter, trying to remain civil.
"We can remove the nails after we eat, or in the morning. I personally think they're sexy, and you should leave them on until tomorrow."
"And I'd like to get rid of them as soon as possible, but as you keep reminding me, I'm just a slave now, so your wish is my command." I reply sullenly.
"Just stop with that passive aggressive shit! We're in this together, whether you like it or not. There's no reason we can't be civil, and try to make the situation as painless as possible."
"Why did you do it Lisa?" I ask in a pain filled voice.
"Because I had to! You see, my Father doesn't approve of my promiscuous lifestyle, or the quality of the guys I choose to sleep with, so he made a deal with Molly. She "councils" me on my wicked ways, and reports to him, and he continues to pay for my education and expenses."
"Bullshit! Why doesn't he make you live at home, and monitor you himself?"
"Because he has his career to worry about! He's never had time for me."
"So to get back at him, you fuck scumbags, and help Molly blackmail others! Brilliant choices there... Goddess!"
"Chris, it's not like that! Yeah, I've slept with some bad guys, but you are the first guy I helped Molly enslave, for lack of a better term. For what it's worth, I am feeling a bit of remorse here."
"You? Remorseful?" I laugh bitterly, "admit it, I'm just another sucker you played to get what you wanted. If we have to keep each others company, lets at least be honest with each other... This is all a big fucking game to you, isn't it?"
Lisa answers me in a sincere tone, "at first it was, I thought I'd seduce you, video tape the rape scene and turn you over to Molly and be done with it... Chris, she's really got it in for you, by the way, she's a lot more pissed off that you rejected her, than you realize."
"I kinda figured that out, but thanks for the heads up... What do you mean... "At first"?
"That was before I got to know you. I think you're a really are a nice guy, and I like being with you... For what it's worth, I'm going easy on you."
I don't even bother to acknowledge her apology, how could I after what she seduced me into tonight? Instead I ask, "but how did Molly know I'd be attracted to you?"
"Did you even bother to look at who I was in the tub with?" Lisa asks in an exasperated tone.
"Uh, no, I couldn't take my eyes off of you, if you really must know."
"Chris, everybody at the party knew! In fact, one of the girls I was with thought your intense gaze was creepy, and she was relieved you weren't attracted to her. Which in itself was kinda surprising, seeing how she reminded me of your ex."
"I don't understand!"
"Molly stacked the deck against you! In the tub with me were a brunette, red head, an oriental, and a guy, in case you turned out to be gay after all... I don't know what she has on the others, but we were all there for one reason only."
"Shit! She told you to meet me at Whole Foods, didn't she."
"Fraid so, I was waiting for you to show up."
Angrily I say, "you claim your sorry, but you sure seemed to be enjoying yourself in Molly's study!"
"What did you want me to do, call Molly a blackmailing liar, and risk losing everything?" She shoots back.
"Oh we can't piss off Daddy and lose your free ride, now can we?" I say sarcastically, "Did you ever consider getting a job, and paying for it yourself?"
"Sorry Chris, but I've seen those girls who work their way through school, they're always tired and drawn out, and never have time for fun... No thanks!"
"Nooo, you would rather commit a felony, and blackmail fools like me to make your life easier... You know, it's not too late for you to back out of this, you haven't broken any laws yet... What will your Dad do when you get busted? Or you choose the wrong guy to blackmail, and he snaps?"
"You know what? You talk to fucking much! Shut the fuck up and eat you pizza!" Lisa says angrily.
"Language, Goddess."
If looks could kill...
We finish eating in silence and I put the left overs in the fridge before rinsing the plates and stacking them in the dishwasher. Lisa watches me silently, before departing to use the bathroom.
When she returns to check up on me, I follow her gaze to the knife set on the counter. Satisfied I'm not planning to cut her throat, she finally speaks.
"So, what do you want to do now?"
"I'd like to turn in, with your permission. It's been a very long day, and I'm completely exhausted. You can either sleep in my bed, or my sister's if you prefer."
"I'm sleeping with you." Lisa says simply.
"Goddess, you have my word I won't try anything, there's no need for you sleep with me."
"Never the less, Master ordered me to make sure you didn't do something stupid, and I can't do that from separate bedrooms, so where are we sleeping?"
"Lisa... Please, you two have me wrapped up all nice and neat, with a pretty little bow, and I'm not suicidal. I'd really like to be alone tonight."
"Goddess... You will not be sleeping alone tonight, and if you speak one more word on the subject," Lisa reaches in her duffel and pulls out the gag. She dangles it by her finger and smiles a "dare ya," smile.
Sighing heavily, I say, "I have a Select Comfort mattress upstairs, and Carrie's is a Tempurpedic, which would you prefer... Goddess."
"Yours is fine, we'll get your nails off in the morning, now grab your sister's cold cream and put it away like a good boy. Leave the polish remover, we'll need it tomorrow, I'll meet you upstairs."
I put the Ponds away and grab a new toothbrush out of Carrie's cabinet. I head upstairs and change into a pair of boxers and a t-shirt and get ready for bed... Did I mention that all of this is ten times harder to do with one inch nails?
Carrie comes up carrying her toy bag and purse, and asks to borrow a t-shirt to sleep in. I hand her a new shirt, and she shamelessly changes in front of me. Apparently she plans on sleeping in the shirt and her thong, much to my dismay.
I loathe myself for the lust stirring in my groin, the bitch is destroying my life and all I can think about is hitting that shit.
"There's a new toothbrush on the vanity," I tell her, ashamed of myself for staring at her ass."
"Thanks, turn the tv on will ya?"
"I don't have one in here, it's out in the office area."
I lay down in bed, and roll to my side, away from Lisa and the bathroom. I'm hoping I can fall asleep before she finishes cleaning up. My eyes are closed but a minute when I feel the cold metal of a handcuff circle my left wrist. Damn, she's quiet! She secures the other end to the headboard as my eyes open.
"Handcuffs, really?" I complain to a serious faced Lisa.
"It's for my protection," Lisa says simply. "I don't have those slave bells handy, and I don't want you trying to sneak off while I'm asleep...I'm going to watch some tv for a while, get some sleep."
I roll my eyes in frustration and try to fall asleep. Once I do I find myself having a nightmare. In my dream I'm driving a logging truck over Lookout Mountain pass in Idaho. My brakes go out on the downgrade and I start to lose control of the rig, throwing logs into oncoming traffic, and causing major mayhem. I wake up with a start, and feeling weight on my groin. I almost dislocate my cuffed wrist when I try to sit up in panic. Lisa is naked, sitting on my groin, she pushes on my shoulders, forcing me onto my back, while whispering, "shh, Chris, it's just a dream."
I focus in on her face leaning over mine, and see compassion, maybe even a bit of guilt there. Once I calm down, and stop struggling to sit up, she relaxes and sits back herself. Lisa gently takes my right wrist and cuffs it to the headboard before using her discarded shirt to wipe my sweaty brow.
She stares at me for a minute before averting her gaze. "I've been thinking about what you said..."
"What I said?" I reply, confused as to why both wrists are cuffed now.
"About the blackmail, and committing a felony. I guess I'm guilty of detaining you against your will, maybe even kidnapping, but I don't think any Prosecutor could make a kidnapping charge stick."
"Uh, ok? So you didn't kidnap me, are you saying your relieved by that?" I say, still not understanding where she's going with this.
"What I'm trying to say, is I fucked up. You don't deserve to be treated this way, and I want to help you get free and clear of 'the Cunt next door'... On one condition."
"Wait... What your saying is in order to help me get free of the blackmailer next door, you want to blackmail me?"
Lisa giggles, causing her body to tremble and do funny things to my dick. "I wouldn't have put it quite that way, but I guess you could honestly say that... Don't you ever get sick of being so logical?"
"No, it's kept me out of trouble... Until now." I say, complete sincerity. There wasn't anything logical about what we did tonight..." And with a resigned, weary tone, continue, "let's hear your condition Goddess."
"But it was damn fun! Listen, I'll help you if in return you help me get free of Molly too."
"Just how can I do that?" I ask, bewitched by what her crotch is doing to mine. The damn girl is seducing me without realizing it, or does sh know exactly what she's doing down there?
"I want you to promise me that once we get you free and clear, you'll come to Arizona and meet my parents."
Now I'm really confused, and getting really aroused by the subtle grinding her body is doing apparently subconsciously. "What? Arizona, I thought you said he was a judge... How would that help you?"
"He IS a judge, in Flagstaff... Chris, your a clean cut, successful guy. The kind Mother is constantly trying to fix me up with. Only they're all asshole Lawyers kissing Daddy's ass. "Oh Lisa, this is Gary, he went to Yale law, and will make partner at Dewey, Cheatum & Howe by the end of the year"... Blah blah blah... My parents will love you!"
"Surely you didn't come all the way to Illinois to go to a junior college for nursing?"
Lisa bursts out laughing, doing more funny things to my cock, "hell no, I'm not a student at CoD, and I sure as hell don't plan on nursing as a career!"
Still not getting it, Lisa stares at me exasperatedly, "Forget about school...I want you to come back to Arizona over the holidays... If we convince Daddy that we're engaged, he'll believe I finally found a man who could tame his wild child, and will continue to pay my for my apartment, car, and education."
"En...Engaged?" I sputter, astonished at the utter audacity Lisa is displaying.
"Of course... Either we continue this route, or you agree to my plan. So you need to decide if you want to continue to suck dick for Molly AND ME... Or just ME!" She says sweetly as she leans forward to kiss me.
"Wait! You're saying you want to continue a Master/slave relat..." My thoughts freeze as Lisa reaches between our legs and frees my now erect cock from my boxers. She eases her wet pussy down onto me, impaling herself with a small, sexy gasp.
"Oh God, Lisa, what are you doing?" I struggle to say.
Lisa looks down at me with a 'what are you, stupid?' look, as she starts panting softly. She quickens her pace, increasing her sexy gasps. Balling my cuffed hands into fists, I long to reach up and touch her breasts, feel her hardening nipples beneath my thumbs, and my desire and frustration escapes my lips, bringing a teasing smile to hers. "So, what's it going to be?" Lisa says between throaty gasps, "will you agree to be my bitch exclusively, or continue to suck old cocks for Molly?" Her orgasmic cries drive any coherent thought from my mind, and her pussy wraps itself around my dick in a lovers embrace, which has me shooting my load deep into her body.
I cry out, joining Lisa in orgasmic bliss, and briefly wonder if I really want out from under Lisa's thumb after all. Lisa lazily climbs off me, laying with her head on my chest, and we take a few minutes to catch our breaths. "Goddess?" I say, still breathing heavily, "what exactly did you mean when you asked if I wanted to suck your dick?"
Lisa props herself up on her elbow and looks into my eyes. "Chris, I'm afraid I've fallen in love with you. When I was using the dildo, I felt such a rush of power, and completeness. I decided right then and there, you were the guy for me. I was so very tempted to shoot that load deep in your ass, but something told me to wait. When you fell on your knees and BEGGED me to swallow the load, I was so overwhelmed with emotion, I orgasmed."
I feel a shiver throughout my body when she say's she loves me, and I honestly can't tell if it's fear or a thrill. "Ok, I'll admit I loved having your strap on buried in my ass, and the orgasms I felt where phenomenal, but that didn't answer my question."
"Are you saying my dick isn't good enough for you now?" Lisa says playfully as she slips her hand under my shirt and tweaks my nipple with her nails.
"No, yes! I mean I don't want to suck ANY dick!" I say in a panic.
"I'm afraid that Genie is out of the bottle," Lisa say's with mock sympathy. "I intend to own your lips, your ass, your everything. Now you can grab on and enjoy the journey, or fight me every step of the way. Either way, I intend to take full advantage of you... All of you!" Her hand drops down to stroke my cock, causing me to lose my train of thought. She kisses me deeply and unlocks my cuffs before rolling on her side, away from me. "Get some sleep Batman, we'll talk more in the morning."
I rub my sore wrist and stare at the ceiling for a long time, until exhaustion overcomes me.
Lisa's phone wakes us just before ten, a text from Molly instructs Lisa to bring me over at eleven, so we grab a quick shower. Lisa pulls a navy polo out of my closet and thrusts it into my hands. "Here, you should wear this since you don't have a Bears jersey." Lisa say's as she grabs a pair of jeans off a hanger.
"Um, are you coming to the party?"
"No, I wasn't invited, besides someone has to go clean up the mess we made last night."
I quickly dress and we head downstairs to remove the nails. I start a pot of coffee, and Lisa has the nails off by the time it's done brewing. I pour us both a cup, and Lisa shoots me a nod of approval after taking a sip. I slice some cheese and fruit and we eat as we discuss plans to get free of Molly's clutches. Lisa starts by saying, "now that I have Molly's confidence, I should be able to find out where she keeps the evidence... It might take a while, so if I seem to be taking pleasure out of your pain and humiliation, please know I'm not, ok?"
"But without your testimony, she has no case!" I say in alarm.
"Chris, she has those pictures I gave her, and the video of you blowing that old fuck last night, so we have to play along until we either find the evidence, or get something on her to return the blackmail."
"Fuck! That's right, how long do you think it will take?" I say in a concerned tone.
"Before we discuss this further, have you accepted my offer?" Lisa asks seriously.
"Goddess, I don't see much of a choice in the matter. I'd rather have your dick in my mouth, than Molly's." I say in a resigned voice.
"I was hoping you would have accepted my offer because you had feelings for me, but I understand your position, and I'll take whatever I can get. Perhaps you'll have a change of heart in the future."
"Lisa," I say in a pained voice, "I do... I did have feelings for you, but right now I feel like I'm being forced into a relationship I'm not prepared for, or have any control in... I just don't like the circumstances."
"That's fine Chris, I understand, for now... Do you think you'll be able to handle whatever Molly throws at you?"
"I'm tougher than I look, I'll deal with her."
"Alright, let's go see our Master then." We walk through the backyards and knock on Master's back door, Molly answers with a smile, and invites us in. She's wearing a pink Bears jersey, with a white Bears mock turtleneck underneath, and faded blue jeans.
"Coffee?" She asks with a pleasant smile, as if we were normal company. "No thank you... Master," I reply. Molly's smile widens, and she shoots Lisa a knowing glance. Lisa accepts a cup of coffee and leans on the counter observing Molly and me.
"Chris, please have a seat," Molly says, gesturing to a kitchen chair. I sit, confused by Molly's apparent friendliness. She looks at Lisa and says, "How did it go last night?"
"Well pretty much as you predicted, first the anger, and threat to go to the police, followed by tears, and finally resignation. I did however feel the need to restrain him when we went to bed, I think he's accepted his new reality, but I wasn't taking any chances."
"Did you fuck him again last night?"
"No Master, he was so emotionally and physically drained, he fell asleep around one."
"Very well, I want you to stay with our boy again tonight, I don't know if he's ready to be alone yet."
"Yes Master, I will have to leave early for class tomorrow though."
"That's fine, leave him restrained, I'll release him before I go to my office. You may go, try to be back by six."
"Yes Master."
Lisa leaves and Molly sits there and studies me like a germ under a microscope for five full minutes before saying, "so here we are."
"Yes Master," I say in a low voice.
"STRIP!" Molly barks suddenly.
I stand and remove my polo, jeans, shoes, and socks, and with my head hung low, await her next command. A smile briefly touches her lips, but never reaches her eyes, as she holds out her hand, finger pointed to the floor. She rotates her finger in a circle, silently ordering me to turn around.
"Bend over and grab your ankles," is her next command, and I comply.
"Very nice, I see you waxed for me," Molly says with a touch of humor in her voice. "That's one less thing to worry about come Halloween." She stands and I see her walk up behind me through my legs. Her long nails lightly stroke my ass and thighs, bringing up goosebumps, as I stand there, blood rushing to my brain.
Her hand reaches between my legs, and she bounces my balls in her palm, causing me to wince slightly. "I considered locking you in a chastity device," Molly murmurs, "but I promised my little Lisa access to this anytime she wanted... Pity... Stand and turn around."
As I stand, I feel a slight case of vertigo, and stagger a bit. "I'm sorry, Master." I apologize, not knowing if my dizziness would upset her or not. Molly just reaches up and pulls my mouth to her's, tongue raping my throat. Her right hand reaches down and starts rubbing my cock, and I feel myself getting hard despite myself.
Her left hand grabs my hair and she sticks her left leg behind my thighs, Molly then jerks my hair back, pulling me off balance while continuing to stroke my now erect cock. She's got me leaning so far back, that if she moves her leg, I'm going down on my ass, and despite my best efforts, she has me panting and moaning in pleasure much too soon.
I feel a slight panic take hold of me when Molly says, "I thought about having you wear this jersey today, but since you're being such a well behaved boy, I've decided not to humiliate you in front of the neighbors... Yet. Let's hope I never have to." Her voice is like honey, and despite my best efforts, I feel myself about to orgasm.
"Master, may I cum?" I ask, face turning red with strain. Molly just smiles at me, as if daring me to shoot my load. My body is shaking now with the strain of holding it in, but in the end, my cum spurts out like a volcano, coating her hand, and the floor.
"You fucking pig, get down there and clean your mess up!" Molly orders, amused by the situation. She uses her forearm to leverage me up, and I fall to my knees in shame. I gently take her right wrist and bring her hand to my lips, first kissing, then licking her hand clean.
"I see you seemed to acquire a taste for cum, you naughty boy, tell me, do you like the cock?"
"No, Master," I reply, humiliated. I drop down and lick the floor clean, as my face turns red with embarrassment. Molly watches me for a moment before walking to the sink and washing her hands. She returns and gestures me to stand.
I rise to my feet and she orders me to wash my face. I use the kitchen sink, and return to stand before her, head bowed. Molly stares at me, deep in thought, after a few minutes she speaks.
"You seem to have adapted to your new position very well... Too well, why is that?" Molly asks, suspiciously.
"Master, I don't understand the question?"
"Don't play stupid! You haven't defied me yet, or fought me at all. Now if it were I being forced to do things like suck dick or cross dress, I'd be angry as hell and fighting every step of the way!"
"Permission to speak freely, Master?"
Molly's eyes narrow dangerously, "as long as your respectful and polite, I expect you to always speak freely, understood?"
"Yes Ma'am..." Molly's right hand fly's out and slaps me in the face, hard! I stagger from the blow, and look at her through tear filled eyes in surprise.
"Lesson one, never call me Ma'am, that's an honorific reserved for old ladies."
Returning to my place before her, hands folded behind my back in an nonthreatening manner, I say, "I apologize Master, lesson learned."
"Now, you were saying?"
"Master, I am pissed off, I am more angry than I've ever been in my life, but if my only two choices are your dick, or becoming Bubba's prison bitch, I'll fall to my knees in front of you every time, suck your dick, and beg for more. I'll clean your house, I'll learn massage and nail care, and I'll resent every minute of it, but I will do it, exactly the way you want it done... Master."
"I will say this for you, you are honest. Tell me Chris, do you find me attractive?"
"Master, that's a hard question to answer, I'm afraid the current circumstances have affected my judgment."
"Fair enough, think back to our initial meeting, what was your first impression of me?"
"You were not my type, too old and heavy for me, and obviously not a blonde. I thought you were ok, until you smiled. Your smile transformed your face into a image of beauty, I found very appealing."
"I see, and day two? Didn't I at least give you a hard on in my shorts, and halter?"
"To be perfectly honest, yes I felt something, and for reasons I still can't figure out, I found myself volunteering my time and truck to help you out, despite my subconscious screaming at me never to offer help."
"So you thought I was ok, even beautiful when I smiled, and felt the stirrings of arousal pretty much every time we've been together, yet you rejected my advances, is this true?"
"Um, I believe there's quite a few..."
Molly cut's me off mid word, "It's a simple true or false question Christopher."
"Then I'd have to say false, only because I didn't know you were hitting on me."
"Not even when I asked if you were taking me on a date?"
"When you asked me that question, it caught me off guard. Carrie, Sophie, and just had a huge fight, and my mind was on that, and inviting you to dinner. I simply wasn't prepared for the question."
Molly's sudden laugh catches me off guard, surprising me. "I guess it doesn't matter any longer." she finally says, still amused.
"As long as you get what you want?" I ask, catching on.
"Of course, my boy," Molly says. "Now I need you to lean over and take hold of the table."
I do as I'm ordered, dreading what's coming. "Spread your legs a bit more... That's a good boy, now try to relax." Molly says, totally in her element. I feel something hard press up against my anus, and I let out a startled hiss. Molly gently massages my asshole with a thumb before giving a sharp push.
Fire explodes in my ass as the object penetrates my sphincter without the benefit of lubricant. I grind my teeth, trying to bite back a curse as Molly wiggles the object, seating it firmly in my ass.
"You will only remove that to use the toilet, and replace it once you finish. I found it's easier to hold in if you don't use lube, understand?"
"Yes Master." I gasp out, trying not to show weakness.
"Here, put these on," Molly says, handing me a pair of Chicago Bears boy-short panties. I step into the panties, sliding them up my legs to hug my dick and ass snugly. The rear seam parts my cheeks, and holds the butt plug firmly in place.
"Master, may I ask you a question?"
"Yes my boy?"
"You told me you were strictly heterosexual, why do I find myself cross dressing and wearing woman's underwear?"
"It has nothing to do with sexuality, and everything to do with control. Every time you put panties on, and a leg band or seam digs into your balls, I want you to remember who owns you, and you have no choice but to obey."
"And the butt plug?"
"Oh, that's there because it amuses me to know we'll be surrounded by friends who have no clue about our dirty little secret."
Molly kisses me deeply, and I respond, and kiss her back... If I'm going to get back at her, I'll have to play along until I can destroy her.
Molly breaks the kiss, slightly flushed. She takes a breath before saying, "now that wasn't so bad, was it?"
"No, Master, that was... Very nice," I reply, while really thinking, 'your ass is mine.'
"Hurry up and get dressed, we have to get going." Molly appears a bit breathless, as she commands me, and I quickly dress. We stop in at my house to grab the case of Fat Tire I bought for the party, and head next door to Geoff and Kari's. Just after I ring the doorbell Molly takes my hand in her's, interlocking our fingers. "Smile!" She orders through her own smile, and squeezes my fingers in warning. Kari opens the door wearing a white Bears jersey, and a smile. I notice her eyes widen just a bit as she notices our interlocked fingers.
"Hi, come on in, let me take that Chris... Where are the girls?" Kari asks in a friendly tone. I hand her the case of beer and explain their early departure as we follow her into the family room. Molly releases my hand, and follows Kari into the kitchen. I join the guys, and within moments Molly joins us, handing me a beer.
'God damn, she's already playing like we're the happy couple.' I think as I smile in thanks. Molly sits on the arm of my chair, laughing at a comment Tom made while her fingers comb through my hair.
Halftime rolls around and I join the guys on the deck while Geoff grills burgers and bratwurst, the Bears are down by three in a defensive grinder. Once again Molly comes out and hands me a fresh beer, she pats my ass, giving the butt plug base a nudge before going back inside to join Deanne, Kari, and Mika.
"Yo C," Geoff says, "what's up with you an Molly? She's all over you Bro."
"We decided to give dating a shot." I reply, after taking a drink of beer.
"De told me you were going out with that blonde number from Molly's party." Tom throws out, "you hittin boat of dem?"
'More like they're hitting ME!' I think. "I was, but it wasn't working out. She was too busy with school and clinical's, and 'll be really busy once I go back to work next week."
"Well, Molly's cool, so I hope it works out for you." Greg says, jumping into the conversation. When the food is ready, everybody heads inside for the second half, as I step into the kitchen, Kari calls out, "Chris, can you give me a hand for a second?"
"Sure, excuse me guys," I say and follow Kari back outside with a case of beer and ice for the cooler.
"Thanks... Heaven forbid Geoff miss a play," Kari says with a smile, and glances around casually. "Chris, How serious is it with you and Molly?"
'Uh oh,' I think, "It's not very serious, why?" I reply, guarded.
"Well... I know it's none of my business, but, some nights I come home late, and I've seen her with a number of different guys."
"Thanks for telling me, we're not at the "disclosure" point of a relationship yet ...But I'll keep that in mind if things start to get serious." I reply rather lamely.
"You're welcome Chris, I thought you should know." Kari smiles as I pour the ice over the beer.
I can't describe the feelings I feel inside now, I've never been close enough to anyone other than Carrie, who cared enough to be concerned about me. Yeah, I had my late Grandparents, and I know my parents love me, but their stuck in their own little world out west.
The other thing I realize is, it appears not everybody has joined the Molly Blake fan club.
After the third quarter, I excuse myself to use the bathroom. Thats when I learn it's kind of hard to piss while squeezing my sphincter hard enough to retain the butt plug in my ass. I wash my hands and leave the bathroom to find Molly waiting for me.
Her left hand reaches around to my ass, and grabs the butt plug base, and gives it a little wiggle, while her right hand wraps around the back of my head, and pulls me down into a kiss. "I saw you talking to Kari outside," she says softly. "What did you two talk about?"
I'm conflicted about how I should answer, if I tell the truth, maybe Molly will stop bringing slaves home for me to blow, but might stir up shit with our friends. On the other hand, if I lie, I can probably keep the peace, but at a personal cost.
"She just asked me how I liked the area, and my job," I lie, covering Kari. "She and I have never really had the chance to talk before."
Molly stares at me with her smile, and asks, "is that all she said?"
"Uh... Yeah, what else is there?" I say, faking confusion.
"Oh, nothing... You can have one more beer, I have plans for later, and want you sober."
"Yes Master."
Molly kisses me again before releasing me and stepping into the bathroom. I turn to see the very pretty Mika watching us from the family room doorway. As we pass each other in the hall, she smiles and says, "you two make a cute couple, I'm happy for you."
"Thanks, we are," I mumble in reply, feeling nervous around such a beautiful woman.
The Bears win the game on a last minute touchdown and the party wraps up around five o'clock. Molly and I leave hand in hand, and bypass my place and go straight to Molly's. We enter her house and I ask, "what are my orders, Master?"
"Remove your clothes and draw me a bath," she says without even looking at me. She goes into her office and checks her messages as I head into her bedroom to start her bath. I open the faucets and pour in some bath oil I find. I remove all my clothes while the tub fills, and wait for Molly to arrive. Molly walks in and removes her jewelry, while ignoring me completely. She finally turns to me and starts handing me her clothing as she takes them off. "Hang these up, and put the underwear in the hamper in my closet." She says in a neutral tone. "When you're done, go mop the kitchen, then make me a Martini and bring it to me... Two olives."
"Yes Master," I reply and retreat to her closet. I hang her clothes and put her undergarments in the hamper, before heading to the kitchen. I quickly mop the kitchen floor, I go back to the master bath to retrieve my iPhone while the floor dries.
"Who are you calling?" Molly asks curiously from the tub."
"Nobody Master, I was going to look up a Martini recipe, I've never mixed one before."
Molly waves her hand dismissively, and I head back into the kitchen. I find an app called simply Drinks, and figure it will come in handy. I mix up her Martini, adding two olives, and return to Molly's side. I hand her the drink and stand there with my hands behind my back, waiting for my next order. Molly sips the Martini, and frowns, "too much Vermouth, next time swirl it around the glass, then pour it out before adding the alcohol."
"Yes Master, my apologies Master."
Molly ignores my apology and relaxes in the tub. She finishes her drink and hands me the empty glass, not knowing what to do with it, I set it on her vanity. "Rub my feet," Molly commands and I kneel at the foot of the tub. She lifts her right foot, and I massage it gently, I rub her foot with the pad of my thumbs, taking my time to work the arch. When I finish, I softly kiss every manicured toe, bringing a smile to her face. There's a knock on the door and Lisa enters the bathroom as I'm rubbing her left foot. Molly commands me to go kneel by her bed, and I quickly kiss each toe before slipping out of the room, much to Lisa's amusement, I hear a snicker as Lisa see's the base of the plug, sticking out of my ass.
"I want you to go over to his place and search it thoroughly. I want financial records, addresses, names and phone numbers of his employers, and what kind of porn he has on his computer... I want it all!"
"Yes Master, how much time do I have?" Lisa replies.
"Oh, I don't know, three or four hours, I'll let you know before dismissing him."
Lisa enters the bedroom and winks at me as she passes through, we don't dare do anything else in Molly's house. She departs and I kneel in waiting for fifteen minutes before Molly enters the bedroom wearing a fluffy robe, and a towel in her hair. Once again she ignores me like a piece of furniture, as she putters around her bedroom. Molly has a seat at a vanity and says, "Chris, come brush my hair." I step up behind her and she hands me a brush over her shoulder. I start brushing her hair, stroking it from the crown, down to the tips. I'm finished brushing her hair when Molly snaps her fingers and holds out her hand for the brush.
She stands and removes her robe, handing it to me to hang in the bathroom. I return and she walks to her bed, she lays down on her stomach and says, "massage me, there's oil in the top drawer of the end table." I grab the oil and give her the best massage I know how. I hope she's happy with it, but since she gives me no feedback, I don't know. After twenty minutes, Molly flips her hand signaling me to stop, and I step away from the bed.
Molly rolls out of bed and walks to her closet, emerging a moment later wearing an embellished satin gown, she uses a finger for me to follow, and we walk into the kitchen. "Mix me another Martini," she says while she examines the floor. I go grab her glass from the master bath, and place it in her dishwasher before mixing her a new drink. A scowl comes over her face, but she doesn't say anything. I mix her drink as previously directed, and drop to one knee, bowing my head as I present it to her.
Amusement replaces the scornful look on her face, but she continues to remain silent, driving me crazy. Molly finishes her drink and hands me the glass, leaving me to try and figure out if she wants another, or to place the glass in the dishwasher. After a moments hesitation, I decide on the latter, rinsing the glass and placing it in the dishwasher. Once again Molly appears to be amused by my decision, but remains silent. Inspiration hits me and I say, "may I fix you some dinner, Master?"
She replies, "no, follow me," in a cool, neutral tone, and walks out of the room. I follow Molly in silence out of the kitchen and upstairs. Her loft is set up as a sitting area/reading space with comfortable chairs, and low end tables. She opens the door to the bedroom and gestures me inside. I step through the door into and stop dead in my tracks, the room is decorated like an old dungeon.
The walls are painted to look like gray granite blocks, with matching stone tile floor. There are electric torches in black iron sconces placed around the room, and a giant round iron chandelier, with electric candles hanging over the center of the room.
The room is a Tomás de Torquemada wet dream. I see shackles bolted to the wall, a St Andrew's cross, a set of stocks, a heavy duty, dog like crate made of thick steel bars, and a low table with a torso shaped top, and narrow head support. The only thing missing is a brazer full of hot coals, a rack, and iron maiden. Molly steps up behind me and grabs my balls with her right hand, and the back of my neck with her left. She frog marches me to the stocks and forces my head into the middle slot.
"Place your wrists in the slots boy!" She commands, squeezing my nuts for emphasis. I rapidly place my hands in the slots before my knees buckle from the pain in my groin, and Molly slams the top closed, locking it with a hasp and padlock. I find myself bent at the waist, in a half squat position, and very uncomfortable. "Don't go anywhere," she say's sweetly, as her left hand taps my cheek twice. She walks over to the closet and opens the door, exposing all of her BDSM toys, neatly hung up on a custom closet system.
Molly selects a three foot spreader bar and a leather parachute with a cigar box full of weights. She steps in behind me and locks my ankles in leather cuffs, clipping them to the spreader bar, forcing my legs to spread apart. Molly then wraps the parachute around the neck of my scrotum, leaving four little chains to dangle between my spread legs, and steps around in front of me to examine her work.
"Shall we start with six ounces?" Molly asks playfully, as I start sweating from the strain of my bent over bondage. She hooks the lead weight to the chains, and let's it drop with a mock apologetic "oops!" The weight drags the leather down, forcing my nuts to squeeze together, eliciting a grunt from deep inside of me. "My, what a manly grunt, perhaps six ounces wasn't enough." Molly's smile has turned sadistic, and she dangles a ten ounce weight in front of my tear filled eyes. She attaches the weight to the chains next to the other, but mercifully, she doesn't drop it like the other.
Never the less, the pain emanating from my testicles pressing together is almost debilitating, and soon both sweat and tears are flowing from my face. Molly steps over to the closet and stands there, arms crossed, finger pressed to her lips. "Slave, what should I use to punish you, hmm?" Molly's looking over her shoulder at me as if expecting an answer.
"I... I don't know, Master," I manage to say through gritted teeth, as waves of agony coarse through my body. "Why am I being punished, have I displeased you?"
"Of course you've displeased me!" Molly says sharply, features turning ugly with anger. "You mix a shitty Martini using Gin instead of Vodka, your massage was weak and ineffective, and most importantly, you rejected my advances!" She picks up a coiled bull whip and examines it as she tries to control her anger. After a couple minutes of heavy breathing, her features brighten visibly. The transformation is astonishing, I've never seen anything like it before, and I'm struck with an epiphany so strong, my head spins... Molly is not just a sadist, she's literally insane, with at least two personalities trapped in that warped brain of hers.
"Perhaps my expectations are too high," Molly says while smiling. "You are naive and honest enough to be telling me the truth about not recognizing my advances, perhaps I'm punishing the wrong person here. I think I should be punishing Sophie for turning you into clueless pussy... What do you think, should I punish Sophie for you?"
"No Master, she's done nothing to you, leave her and Carrie out of this!" I growl, my temper overcoming my caution.
Molly's smile turns wicked once again, and I realize I just made a tactical error. She set's the whip back on it's peg and walks over to me. She ruffles my hair roughly and says, "temper temper, I'll leave them alone, for now, but I expected better of you today, and you disappointed me. You didn't once come up and kiss me, or pinch my ass, or even offer to get me a drink, or food at the party." Her hand comes out of nowhere and slaps me hard, and continues sharper, angrier, "You made me do all the work convincing them we were a couple, and that pisses me off." She returns to the closet and takes a metal studded leather wrapped paddle off a peg, and pulls a red ball gag out of a drawer. Molly set's the paddle on my ass and grabs my nose, squeezing my nostrils shut. When I open my mouth to breathe she jams the ball gag in deep and buckles it tightly behind my head.
She steps behind me and grabs the paddle, without a warning, or even a starting tap, Molly swings her paddle hard, causing me to jump, and sending the weights spinning and swinging erratically. I lose track of the blows Molly strikes me with, but my ass and thighs are incredibly painful, quite red, and starting to bruise by the time she's done. She hangs up her paddle and walks to the bathroom. When she returns a few minutes later, she removes the weights, the parachute, and gag, then leans in close to my ear. "I guess you'll be useless to me for a few days now!" Molly says peevishly, as if I did this to myself. "I want you to soak in a hot bath three times a day for the next week, understood?"
I can smell the sweetness of her breath, as I reply, "As you command Master."
She steps to the side and leans over me, and I feel her teeth digging into my left shoulder, just above the blade. Molly bites down hard, grinding her teeth and drawing blood, as well as a deep groan from me. "There, you now bear my mark, wear it proudly slave." Molly unlocks the stock, and I collapse into a fetal position on the floor, shivering uncontrollably. Molly opens a mini fridge hidden in a Gothic cabinet and grabs a medical ice pack. She kneels down next to me, and presses it against my swollen testicles, causing me to shiver even more violently. With a heavy sigh, she stands and retrieves a thin hospital style blanket from the bathroom and drapes it over my body, before leaving the room...
Lisa receives a text three hours after leaving Molly's, it says, "come over and get him, I am done with him for the night... Bring a robe."
'Fuck! Where the fuck am I gonna get a robe from, Bitch?' Lisa yells in frustration. She looks in the master bath and finds a bright red satin robe hanging in there and grabs it off the hook, before hurrying next door to collect me. Lisa enters Molly's through the patio door and walks through the silent house. "Hello?" She calls out as she enters the hall off the kitchen.
"In here," Molly says from the study, and Lisa joins her, looking around for me. "Have a seat, you can get him after we talk."
Lisa sits across from Molly, who's behind her desk. "What did you find?" Molly says, not wasting time.
"Not much I'm afraid, Master. His computer is password protected, and he must have locked his file cabinet before we came over this morning."
"Shit! I want that information!" What about porn, or kinky shit?"
"I found a strap on, and a couple of vibrators in the sister's room, but nothing out of the ordinary in Chris's."
"Alright, keep working on it, we'll need all the information we can get if we want to keep him under control. Seduce him into giving you his password, and do whatever it takes to get into the file cabinet."
"Does this mean I have to stay with him all week?"
"Yes, until Friday at least. I have a new guy I may need your help with."
"But Master, I go to school downtown! I'll have to add an hour commute each way!"
"Shall I call your father instead?"
"No, Master, that won't be necessary." Lisa says in a sorrowful voice.
"Do not restrain him in the morning, he has his instructions, and knows what I require. You'll find him upstairs, take him home and clean his wounds."
"Ah Master, you DO remember I'm not a nursing student, don't you? I don't know fuck all about treating wounds."
"You CAN clean a cut and tape a bandage, can't you?" Molly says with fire in her eyes.
Lisa drops her gaze and answers, "yes Master," in a meek tone.
"Go up and get the boy, he'll need the robe to wear home. You're both dismissed, get the fuck out!"
Lisa comes upstairs and stops in the bedroom door, "just look at you," she says angrily. "Can't you do anything right! Not only have you displeased our Master, but your now useless to me as well!" I look up at her and see concern and worry on her face, belying the tone of her voice.
I roll to my knees, and present myself prostrate, despite the burning pain in my thighs, and respond, "I apologize Goddess, I shall do better."
"You'd better!" She hisses as she throws the robe at me. "Hurry up, Master has ordered us to leave!"
I climb to my feet on shaky legs, and put the robe on, which smells of Sophie's perfume, and quickly fold the blanket. I set the blanket and ice pack on the strange table, and follow Lisa down the stairs slowly. Lisa puts my arm around her shoulders and helps me walk to the back door. After we pass the study door, I lean in and whisper, "I need my wallet, keys, and phone. They're in the master bath with my clothes." Lisa pats my back in understanding, and leaves me by the patio door to retrieve them. She quickly returns, and we head home...
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