Mistress Joanna had everything a beautiful and well-adjusted girl could ask for: wealth, brains, an enormous brownstone in the heart of Manhattan, a great body, lots of admirers, and a great sense of humor.
Many women complained that they have trouble finding decent domestic help.
Mistress Joanna had no trouble: she simply put her former lovers and slaves to work.
They worked for almost no pay, and they were incredibly loyal.
There was Karl, the chauffeur who wouldn't take money but loved to be whipped.
And Renata the nineteen year old Mexican maid who preferred pussy but would do anything her mistress told her to do.
And Pernod, the butler (who was into penis bondage), and the servile male slaves in the cellar who were building her a play dungeon and also serviced her from time to time.
There were her many male admirers: Robert, the young writer who had never known a mature woman before. And Burt, the Texas millionaire who was just crazy about her!
She just loved winding them around her little finger and keeping them all hopping.
But sometimes she felt down and wanted a little change-that was when she went to the tenth floor of a deserted warehouse in the financial district and performed all the desires of a hooded man whose face she had never seen-whom she called Master!
Truly, Joanna had everything a girl could want!
Until one day, when her two worlds collided and what happened then was-she got burned!!!
CHAPTER ONE
Joanna smiled at the dark-haired young man.
He was a writer, only twenty-five years old.
A youngster. He was cute.
She was thinking these thoughts, going over his statistics-his vital signs-in her head as they sipped her champagne in her living room.
Pernod, the servant, stood by, bubbling champagne bottle in hand, awaiting his mistress' approval. He was a tall, slim, well-groomed young man.
"It's excellent, Pernod, and the glasses are nice and cold, thank you. You may go."
Pernod deposited the champagne bottle in the ice bucket and left silently.
Robert, the young writer, said, "Servants too. Wow! You really have quite a set-up here." He looked around the well-appointed living room.
Joanna smiled. She could tell from his remarks and the way he sat uneasily on her red velvet couch that he was very naive. He was not used to people who had money and knew how to use it. He was a starving writer, who had just sold a book.
"My mother told me so much about you. And she insisted I look you up. I-I really appreciate this," he said holding up his champagne glass.
"Not at all," Joanna smiled charmingly. "It's not every day that a young writer sells his first novel. We have to celebrate. Celebrations are important."
She was trying to size up his sexual expertise.
From the looks of him, she didn't feel she could expect much right away.
But she thought he showed signs of having lots of potential.
He was very good-looking. Slim, tall, with wavy dark hair that fell naturally across his forehead and fell in curls at "the nape of his neck.
He had charming, boyish, modest black eyes that twinkled with the desire to please.
And she liked his hands-they were biga good sign and his fingers were long and artistically slim. It had been a long time since she had trained an artist.
"You really make me feel ... accepted," he stammered, to make conversation.
She was charmed. He felt so ill at ease-it really amused her.
"Well, I'm glad Robert. I may call you Robert, mayn't I? I feel as if I've known you for a long time. Well, I did know your mother very well, when we were schoolgirls. Intimately if I may say so. We were the best of friends."
She paused and reflected.
Mae Trevor, Robert's mother, and Joanna had shared many a long night of confidences in their beds together when they were just schoolgirls at a private boarding school.
But then the girls had gone different ways.
Joanna sighed. She cheered up. "I want you to feel accepted, Robert. Why shouldn't you? You're an up-and-coming young writer. Would you open that box over there and hand me a joint?" She said this last very casually.
Robert was too surprised to say anything. He reached for the box.
It was a beautiful mother-of-pearl box sitting right on the glass coffee table.
The table was actually closer to Joanna than it was to Robert.
It was within arm's length of Joanna actually.
All she had to do was reach out and get it.
But he got up and opened the box and found it full of neatly rolled pink and black joints. He took out one and held it to her. She smiled.
"No, no darling," she said. "You hold out the box to the lady and let her choose her own." Yet she took the one that Robert had offered her.
He was embarrassed at his lack of etiquette and tried to cover up.
"Sorry! Heh-heh! You know, living in a garret you don't get to know the niceties...."
"That's quite all right, darling. You'll learn. Would you light this for me now?"
She smiled, joint poised delicately in her cherry-red lips, waiting.
"Oh! Yeah! Sure!" he began reaching in his pockets desperately for a match.
"There's a lighter right over there by the box," she said quietly.
The large engraved silver lighter was quite evident beside the box.
The young man blushed and picked up the lighter and lit her joint for her.
She puffed it reflectively, blowing the clouds of pinkish smoke out of her mouth.
Robert looked at her and then looked away.
He was thinking that she was the most attractive woman he had ever met.
She was dressed in the most incredible outfit-all in black leather!
She was wearing soft black leather pants that clung tightly to her tiny waist and smooth round hips. The smooth black leather pants flowed into the most incredible pair of boots he had ever seen. They must have cost a fortune in themselves.
They were thigh high, and also black and very tight.
At mid-thigh, they cuffed over. And they had high stiletto heels.
He was staring at her heels thinking they looked as if they were made of steel.
He was thinking-how the rich spend their money. If I had that kind of money, I sure wouldn't spend it on fancy clothes that I really didn't need.
All I need is something to cover my backjeans and shirts and some good, practical boots. If I had money I'd stay in the same garret where I am now.
But I'd donate money to worthy causes, and I'd start a theater company.
Still he couldn't take his eyes off the luxurious soft leather covering of this svelte woman's body. He noticed her eyes were on him now.
She was passing him the joint.
"No thanks, I don't smoke. It fogs up a writer's brain."
"Robert," she said reprovingly. "I don't like to smoke alone. Take the joint."
To his own surprise, he took the joint and put it to his lips.
She was watching him. "Inhale," she said smilingly.
He inhaled. Of course, he had tried grass before-he just didn't like it.
He found it just clouded up his mind, and as a writer he found he needed to be clear-headed at all times. Yet, here he was smoking. He was thinking-it's just impossible not to do as she says. She was so beautiful, and so calm and decisive.
He passed the joint back to her.
She said, "You know I think it's really sweet that you call Mae your mother. How long has she been married to your father now?" she asked him.
"A year now. They just celebrated their first anniversary."
"Yes, I was so sorry I couldn't get to their wedding, but I had other ... er, commitments. Your father is a lucky man," Joanna said.
Robert said, "Yes," beginning to feel the heady fumes of the strong fresh marijuana invade his head. "Everyone of my father's friends were shocked when he married a girl thirty years his junior. But I could understand why. Mae is the sweetest girl I've ever met. I call her mother sort of as a joke, and she calls me son. But sometimes I really feel as if she's my mother, even though we're almost the same age. There's just something so sweet and maternal about her. I lost my own mother when I was very young, you know."
"Yes, Mae told me. And she also told me what a handsome young son she had gained. If your father is anything like you are, I know Mae made the right choice."
She was watching the haziness creep into the clear-headed young man's dark eyes.
He was beginning to feel the effects of the marijuana.
"So, " she said. "Shall we go to dinner. Or would you like some more champagne first?"
"No, no more champagne thank you. I'm not used to drinking much."
"So, you don't drink either. Such an upright young man," she said filling his glass.
They went to the Russian Tea Room, in her chauffeur-driven limosine.
Robert sat uncomfortably in the plush back seat beside Joanna.
There was still a little space between them.
Although Joanna was only four years older than he was-and the same age as his step-mother Mae, she made him feel like a little baby.
And yet he sort of liked the feeling. She was part of a world he knew nothing about and he enjoyed being at her side, while she showed it to him.
When they walked into the restaurant, she took his arm.
The maitre d' came up to her addressing her by name and then showed them to a private little table in an alcove. Robert looked around like a tourist.
"Gosh, this place sure is something." The walls were covered with fine pieces of art and paintings, and everything was plush and expensive and quiet.
The prices on the menu were astronomical, as far as he was concerned.
Again, he thought how careless the rich are with their money.
Why spend good money on this rich food when you could fill your belly just as well with healthy, wholesome rice and beansand think much clearer too?
Nonetheless, he ate the rich food that night and enjoyed it.
Joanna ordered for him-since he didn't know what most of the dishes were.
And she insisted he drink the sharp vodka.
"You can't eat blintzes without vodka," she told him at dessert, filling his glass.
His head was starting to reel and the restaurant was beginning to seem like a set from one of his dreams. A dream of paradise or hell-he didn't know which.
"How are you feeling, Robert?" she asked with a smile in the car again.
He hardly remembered leaving the restaurant He wondered when she had taken care of the bill. He said drowsily, "Great, just great."
She laughed. "You look like you're falling asleep. Drink this, it will wake you up a little bit." From the bar in the car she served him a glass with ice cubes and what looked like water. He asked what it was and she told him.
"Water."
"Water wakes you up?" he asked drowsily.
"Yes, if you use it to swallow these down." She handed him two pills.
"What are they?" he protested.
"Wake-up pills, swallow them down, there's a good boy. I don't want you falling asleep just yet!"
The promise and the excitement sparkling in her grey-green eyes was too much for him.
Did it mean he would have her before the night was through?
The young, dedicated writer, had not had a woman for seven months.
He swallowed the pills like an obedient baby. She patted his hand and smiled.
"You don't take any?" he noticed.
"I don't need them-I'm not sleepy!" she laughed.
There was even a sparkle in her voice.
"Now then," she said lifting up his arm authoritatively and sliding underneath him.
Robert's heart started beating faster and faster.
He could feel the warmth and curves of her soft body against his own side!
He couldn't believe she really wanted him to touch her!
But she did-she turned her uplifted face to his and a quizzical look of exasperation and yet amusement crossed her face. What was he waiting for?
She reached up and pulled his head down to hers and pressed her ruby lips against his avid dry ones. His lips returned the pressure.
Her lips were perfect-like two twin pillows, so soft, so round!
Then her dark red tongue darted out and wet the slit of his lips and dipped inside in search of his tongue. His heart raced-he couldn't believe this was happening!
When they broke away for air a moment later, Joanna caught the eye of the chauffeur looking at them by way of the rear view mirror. She made a mental note.
Then pulled closed the red velvet curtains across the partition that separated his part of the car from theirs. Then she pulled Robert's face down to hers again.
When they got home, Robert's heart was really racing.
He felt extremely clumsy however. After all, they were on her turf, she was calling all the shots, and he just had to wait and see what she wanted to do.
She wanted to drink more champagne.
"I can't," he said, "I'll get sick. I haven't had as much practice as you."
She laughed and poured herself a glass. He felt awkward.
He made a sudden move for her and rushed and tripped and almost bumped into her.
She moved away just in time, holding her champagne glass away from her.
"My," she said, looking at him on the floor, "aren't we clumsy!"
He had tripped over a corner of the oriental carpet.
Feeling foolish and horribly embarrassed and out of place, he got to his knees and looked up at her. From this angle he could really appreciate her!
The rise of her black leather boots from the floor to her thighs-the big flapping cuffs of leather at her thighs, giving way to the tight rise of leather of her pants.
He had to blink and shake his head when he looked at the crossroads of wrinkles as the pants wrapped around her crotch. And then the daring slopes of leather that encased the enticing curves of her breasts! And her long silky, shiny, billowing red hair that flowed down over her shoulders! She was breathtakingly beautiful.
"You look good down there, Robert," she observed quietly.
That was when he realized that he had been kneeling before her for many long moments.
Shakily he rose.
She observed him once more-in his neat, pressed, but very plebian blue jeans, and his simple light blue button down shirt (a little frayed at the collar she noticed) and his conservative blue and tan striped tie and his tweed jacket.
His arms and legs were long and gangly and his lips had been very warm.
She noticed his thumbs were large, as were his feet-good signs.
"Robert," she said smiling, "I'm going to change into something more comfortable. Would you come with me and wait for me in my bedroom?"
"S-s-sure," he said.
She led him by the hand
"How are you feeling?" she asked him as she led him through the maze of halls, past many doorways. He had the feeling that he would never be able to find his way out.
"Very ... speedy!" he said.
"Yes," that's the speed, well, here we are. Go in and make yourself at home. I'll be back in just a moment," she said. She held the door open for him.
And he passed into a beautiful room done entirely in blue satin.
When he turned around to look for her, the door was closed and she was gone.
He turned around and faced into the room again, almost afraid to walk on the soft blue carpet, or breathe the scented air. He felt like an intruder here!
Yet what a lucky intruder. He had the feeling that not many men penetrated this boudoir of pleasure, and that she was really making a special exception for him.
He knew that she considered him young and inexperienced, and he had picked up on her attitude of being amused at initiating him into the richness of her world.
But in exchange for a night of holding the sumptuous body that lay beneath all that soft leather in his arms he would trade away all his rights, and all his sanity of mind. It was only fOr a night-after all. He took off his shoes.
He placed then neatly and discretely under a white satin covered chair.
He took off his socks too and rolled them up and stuck them in his shoes.
Then he padded around the room in his bare feet, touching the blue satin downiness of the big quilt on the four-postered, canopied bed, touching the blue satin wallpaper, and looking at various objects in the room. He found a mother-of-pearl box.
It was just like the one in the living room. He opneened it .
And found more joints, this time wrapped in blue paper.
Even the joint paper felt like satin!
He lit one up and found a mother-of-pearl ashtray to dump his ashes in.
He smoked the joint and looked around the room nervously, hoping he would be able to perform well, hoping he would be able to satisfy her, when she came back.
When she left him, Joanna's steel stiletto heels clicked down the parquet floor of the long hallway until she came to a door at
THE ENDof the hall near the hall leading to the kitchen. She opened the door and stepped in and closed it behind her.
Then she went down wooden steps to the basement.
All the lights were on and blazing down there. There were many men, their backs all bare, with shirts wrapped around their waists over their workpants.
There seemed to be some kind of construction going on down there.
All the men were working and sweating, mixing cement, pushing wheelbarrows of cement blocks, bricking up walls, hammering beams, installing insulation.
The men hardly gave her a glance as the beautiful, leather-clad woman walked through them, except to look at her out of the sides of their eyes.
Joanna went up to one sturdily built man, who was bald and had a big black mustache.
His chest was bare too-and what a chest it was!
It was enormous, and the muscles that flexed up and down his back and all over his arms were really admirable. He was the foreman.
"Joe," she said starting to unbuckle her leather belt, "pick me a strong one."
She gestured with her head to a part of the basement separated from the rest of the basement by a make-shift white curtain. Then her stiletto heels clicked across the cement floor and she disappeared behind the curtain.
She was going to construct a wild pleasure palace down here for all her friends to enjoy.
A pleasure palace of pain, of course-in her very own dungeon.
But while the work was going on, she had set up for her own use a make-shift area in the back. Behind the white curtain was a white shag carpet.
On the carpet was a beautiful leather reclining chair.
The chair was situated right at the edge of the carpet.
And hanging down over the chair was another white curtain made of the same simple raw fabric. She unbuckled her belt, opened her pants and pulled them down.
She wore no underwear underneath. Her pussy liked the feel of naked leather.
And her pants were so tight that, when she wore them, all day long she felt the rubbing of the tight leather seam against the split open lips of her crotch.
She pushed the pants down over the tops of her boots, then climbed into the chair and waited. She ran her fingers through her lustrous red hair and thought about the boy upstairs.
Meanwhile, Joe, the Greek foreman was running his eyes over the crowd of virile young men working for him. They had been chosen carefully.
For their physical and sexual strength.
To balance out her taste for young artistic men and refined older men, Joanna liked to keep a stable of virile, strong, muscle-bound young blue collar workers.
But she never had relationships with them. She kept this strictly impersonal.
Therefore the curtain that hung down over her belly and cut off her view of the lower half of her body. Joe would bring the young stud around the other side of the curtain and she would never have to see him, know his name or his face.
She preferred it this way. She waited.
"You!" Joe called out, flicking his long black whip expertly through the throng of young men. The tip of the lash flicked against the bulky shoulder of a brawny young blond lad, working with work gloves on his hands at the furnace.
They were having to do some welding to fit some pipes together.
The blond looked up.
"Come this way! Quick!" barked Joe.
The blond took off his welding goggles, revealing clear blue eyes. His back ran with rivers of sweat as did his forehead.
His curly blond locks were damp against his forehead. He started to take off his thick dirty work gloves.
"Leave them on. Come this way! I said hurry!"
The foreman's lash fell across the lad's back leaving another red stripe there.
Where many already lay. The lad was new and his spirit was still unruly.
Joe pushed the young man ahead of him down a corridor created by the cement wall and the stretch of . white curtain. In the dimness the boy could make out something at the end of the corridor. Joe threw a towel at him.
It landed across his mouth.
"Wipe your mouth off. You're about to service a lady!"
The young man, whose name was Chuck, knew about theservice" that the lady of the house sometimes required her workmen to perform for her.
Chuck had already heard incredible stories-too incredible to be true, he thought-from the other guys on his work shift. Now he would see for himself.
A cunt is a cunt, he thought as he wiped his sweaty mouth clean.
How hot could this bitch's cunt be? His palms were sweating inside his work gloves and he took them off and wiped them on the sides of his filthy jeans.
His prick was starting to rise in his pants already-as he understood that what he could make out at the end of the little corridor was a pair of white thighs and long black boots, lying there, sticking out of a white curtain.
"Now go down there, and do whatever she wants you do to do. And hurry up! We've got to finish that welding tonight!" Joe gave him a push.
The young man stumbled down the corridor towards that pair of white thighs.
Joanna heard him coming. Which one was it-which one did Joe choose for her tonight?
As always, she felt an incredible desire to pull the curtain aside and look.
Was it the black man who did the brickwork? His lisps were so thick and fine!
Or the snarling street kid-the Italian, who had nothing but contempt for her and had to be made to perform beneath the influence of the whip?
She knew that Joe had taken on a number of new boys, to speed the work along.
She hoped it was someone new and tough and big and hard. She saw the thick legs in work boots, standing on the other side of the curtain.
Chuck stood there uncertainly, not knowing what to do. "Eat!" she said loudly, an ugly grimace crossing her face.
She spread her thighs open wider on the other side of the curtain.
Chuck stared at this pink-lipped cunt, surrounded by glinting red frizzy pussy hair, simply being offered up to him. And the arrogant voice commanded him to eat!
There seemed to be a footrest at the bottom of the reclining chair and he climbed up on it and stretched himself out of the lower half of the leather chair.
So he rested between the beautiful soft white thighs.
His heart pounding, his lips trembling, he began lowering himself into the cunt.
"Eat!" Joanna screamed, her cunt lips trembling with anticpation.
She could feel-smell-sense the presence of the face lowering near her wet cunt.
When-seconds before she would feel it. Chuck stuck out his tongue and sank it deeply into the wet pussy slot.
His tongue was thick and strong, like every other part of him.
He guided his thick tongue up her slot, up her cunt lips.
Lodging his tongue for a second in the nest of her fat pink labia.
Her pink labia trembled on either side of his tongue.
Chuck's big prick was lying big and heavy in his tight jeans. He was lying on it.
It was so uncomfortable-he raised himself up slightly to readjust his cock.
Joanne knew what that shifting meantthis boy was hard and shifting to get comfortable.
His tongue never stopped working in her box though.
Chuck was doing his work and doing it well. He had stirred up many a pussy pot in his time, though he was a young man. Most women found him irresistible.
He knew he was a stud and he knew he was a good one.
He was eager to win the favor of his new mistress for he had heard that she lavished incredible delights on her favorites. He massaged and stirred her honey round.
"Mmmmmmm! Uhhhhh! Uhhhh! Mmmmmm!" Joanna groaned.
This was one of the new boys. She knew each boy's technique and his texture.
The boy had curved his big thick tongue around the big throbbing bump of her clit and his big thick tongue would not stop worrying it-rubbing and licking it!
She couldn't believe it--she was going to reach ecstasy almost immediately!
"UHHHHHHH! UHHHHHH! OHHHHHHH! SSSSSSSStop!" she cried.
It was too much, too soon-she wanted to be ignited slowly, like a fire!
Instantly, obediently, the boy's tongue dropped down into her pussy and started poling in and out like a dildo! His tongue was so thick and hard and round!
God! He was good! She couldn't resist her urge to look and see!
There was a flap sewed into the white curtain at her eye-level.
She unbuttoned it now and lifted it up. She could see him.
He was blond and curly haired and wearing thick work gloves.
He had grease on his face in the shape of a welding mask-he must be a welder.
And he was naked from the waist upwhat a beautiful body!
She watched the muscles of his shoulder-blades and back jump and ripple as he moved himself up and down. Then she realized what he was doing.
While he worked his tongue in and out of her cunt he was rubbing his groin up and down against the leather of the chair-he was rubbing himself.
His penis must be very big and hard. She laughed and thought-let him rub himself.
He must have heard her laugh and he looked up suddenly, his mouth pressed against her wet cunt and his tongue penetrating in her. His clear blue eyes caught hers.
He stared at the mysterious grey-green eyes that were staring at him.
They seemed to be laughing at him.
Thick black eyelashes -rimmed the sparkling, laughing eyes.
Then the flap dropped.
"Bring me off now," she commanded.
He had gotten her good and hot and she wanted to come once more before going back upstairs to Robert. She knew from experience that it was a waste of time to take a young inexperienced boy to bed and expect him to make her hot enough to fuck.
So she usually came down here first to get started, before going to bed with a new lover. She lay back on the leather recliner and spread her knees wider on the other side of the curtain. She closed her eyes and relaxed.
Then she just let it happen.
The boy's deep tongue was grinding out her cunt meat, licking it, sucking it, making it come alive. She never liked to think about this part, she just liked to let it happen.
And it was starting to happen-her cunt meat was starting to snap and bite back at the crude thick tongue that spread slime up and down it.
Her cunt cave started snapping back at the crude thick tongue digging a hole down it and her cunt tried to grab and squeeze the slippery tongue.
Chuck lodged his lips around Joanna's monumental clit bump and thought of the pyramids. Those grey-green eyes-they looked like they could have been Cleopatra's!
And this bump of love in her pussy! Good God! How it was trembling!
His lips could barely grab hold of it as he slipped his tongue under it to hold it place and then began to master it! He began sucking on it!
He sucked and sucked! Riding out the slippery clit's throbbing vibrations!
He felt her thighs quiever and her whole body shake!
Her hands gripped the armrests and her knuckles turned white!
Then her body slumped and her pussy juices ran.
Eagerly, hopefully-sure that he had done well-Chuck began drinking up the juice.
"Enough!" came the imperious voice on the other side of the curtain. "Get off!"
Taken aback, Chuck jumped off.
The legs were pulled through the curtain and then Joanna stood up and pulled up her pants and zipped and buckled them. She felt the warm pussy juice running down her thighs. Her juices did wonders for her leather clothes.
Her juices kept her leather soft and oiled.
You had to know how to take care of expensive objects, she thought happily as her stiletto heels clicked off down the cement floors.
She nodded to Joe as she started up the wooden steps again.
The bare-backed workmen cast discreet flickering glances at her as her hips swayed and she mounted the stairs.
"All right all of you-keep working!" Joe yelled, flicking his whip above them all.
He went to the corridor and looked down it-where the hell was that boy?
Chuck's penis was bursting and throbbing in his pants and his breath was panting.
He stood up and took his healthy penis out of his pants and, staring at the lower half of the leather recliner that he could still see, and thinking about the white thighs and leather boots he had just been lying between, and thinking about that golden pussy-those wet pussy lips-that jumping cunt that his tongue had just been digging into-he was jerking himself off! He couldn't help it!
He forgot where he was and what he ought to be doing.
He just had to relieve himself!
He closed his eyes and grunted with ecstasy!
His cock was hot and jumping in his hands!
Just as his sperm was about to come pumping and bursting out. His dream was broken by the lash of the whip coming slashing down on his hard cock!
"YYOOOWWWWWW!" the smashed boy screamed!
His burly red hands fell away from his throbbing tool'
"You there! Back to work!" Joe thundered his order!
He gave the boy a good kick down the corridor.
Give them a good lick of the mistress's pussy and they started acting like they owned the place. But this one would learn, just like all the others did.
Back at the furnace, with his gloves and welding goggles on, turning the end of the thick pipe in the fire until it glowed red, Chuck closed his eyes and pictured that tawny pussy again. Those snapping lips, that sweet oozing slime!
He bent over to pick up another pipe and his cock stiffened again-it had never gone down! Now it had an ugly red stripe down it! But it was still hard!
His prick rubbed against his pants, bursting to get out.
He kept bending down to pick up more lengths of pipe and put other lengths down.
Each time he moved or bent over his cock mbbed his pants.
His dick was tucked in his pants, standing straight up and the tip of it was visible above the waist of his jeans. He bent over again and his pecker rubbed against his taut belly. This time when he stood up, the head of his pecked was overflowing with cream. He sighed. The bubbling cream glinted in the red light of the furnace.
"Hello!"
Robert whirled around.
It seemed like hours had gone by. He had actually started to wonder if she had left him and forgotten about him. He was sitting on the side of her big canopied bed in just his underwear now. His thighs loved the silkiness of the satin bedspread.
"How silly of me to have forgotten. I keep all my clothes in here," she said sauntering across the room and opening a mirrored door leading into a large bourdoir.
"I'll just be another moment!"
She walked into the mirrored boudoir, took off her boots and pants and shirt.
She slipped a taut, tight, black leather g-string up over her still-throbbing pussy.
Then she slipped her thigh-high black leather boots on again.
A scanty black lace bra covered her firm cone-shaped breasts.
She put a little perfume behind her ears and between her breasts and on her wrists.
Then she stepped back outside.
"Ready?" she smiled.
He was sitting hunched over on the bed, his shoulders hunched, his clenched hands covering his crotch. He looked very uneasy. But when he saw her he said:
"Wow!"
She smiled. "Do you like the way I look?"
He said, "You ... look beautiful. You've got an incredible body."
"I know," she said jumping on the bed easily. She started running her fingers up and down, all over his bare back. Of course, he didn't have anything like the physique of Chuck, or any of the other men who were down in the basement.
But still, she liked his lankiness, and she especially liked they way he was so ill-at-ease.
Putting men at their ease was one of her specialties.
And then making them do unspeakable things for her-out of gratitude, just for the privilege of letting them touch her.
Of course, that was how she hooked them.
First she let them touch her-make love to her, fuck her, do all the things they wanted. Then, when she had them hooked, she wouldn't give them what they wanted so easily. No, then they had to earn the privileges that she had let them take so easily at first. But by that time, they were already hooked.
Having once tasted the pleasures that her body, working in tandem with her kinky mind, could offer, they were always willing to do her bidding, and hope for more.
"I like your underpants. They're real cute," she said kittenishly. "What's this design on them-I can't see."
"Uh, heh-heh-they're monkeys. It says,Don't monkey around!'."
Robert blushed and chills ran up and down his spine.
Her fingernails were lightly touching his back.
"Why don't you take them off and then turn around and lie next to me," she said patiently.
"Uh, yeah!"
He scrunched over and took off his underpants and kicked them on the floor.
Then he turned around to face her.
"My, my," she smiled, looking discreetly down at his instrument.
It was big and hard already, and quite long and sort of pointed.
It looked like a fine piece of equipment. Now to see if he knew how to use it.
She held out her arms.
Suddenly she was crushed by his weight!
She was only five feet tall (without her boots on) and he was over six tfeet.
So though he was skinny, his weight pressed heavily on top of her.
"UOhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhh!" Robert was already moaning and sighing.
He was just rubbing his body against hers, feeling the soft satin-like touch of her skin with his big wandering hands. He really knew how to touch, she gave him credit for that right off. But he just kept moaning and moaning and touching her.
"How long has it been since you've been with a woman, Robert?"
He groaned. "Seven months."
She petted the back of his head. "Feel good?"
"Ohhhhhhh! Does it ever!" Crudely he pressed his lips against hers and started fanatically to attack her mouth. He began pressing his lips hard against hers and working his tongue into her mouth frantically.
"Whoa!" she called out laughingly, wrapping her legs around his waist!
She opened her mouth a little and gave him some tongue.
His hard dick was pressing against her thighs, pushing against the small black sheath of her g-string that covered her pussy. She laughed and reached down there.
She pulled the black pussy sheath aside and reached for his cock.
His cock was hot. Her pussy was hot and wet and well-prepared!
"Stick it in me!" she hissed into his ear!
She guided his penis head to the wet place!
He shoved his cock in her!
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" she sighed grinding her teeth. He was long and hard!
She stuck her pink, pointed tongue into his ear and grinded it inside.
"Stick it in me!"
He stuck his long slick wet cock down her pussy tunnel!
Fucking God! She felt good! It had been so long! So long!
Robert couldn't believe how good her slit wet pussy felt as it enveloped his long hungry penis. His pecker dived and shoved into her wet meat.
Searching out the bottom of her dark wet pussy hole.
Every time he pulled his long pointed dip stick up out of her crotch, she moaned!
The rim of his cock head bit her clit and she sighed!
She was thinking of the dirty sweaty boy downstairs!
Suddenly she rolled over.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Robert asked as he lay beneath her.
"My turn," she said ferociously! She grabbed his hands and pulled them over her head. A strong harsh rope, covered with blue satin, hung in a noose at the head of her bed. She slipped Robert's hands in the noose and pulled the slip knot tight.
"Wh-what?" Robert stuttered looking above him.
"Just lie still and relax darling," she told him gaily, riding his cock the way she wanted it. "It's only a game!
His prick moved in her pussy well slowly and deeply, rubbing her cunt up and down, rubbing, massaging it, satisfying her itch for cock and satisfying it deeply. "Stop! Stop!" he cried.
She stopped suddenly. "What's the matter?"
"I was going to come," he panted.
She looked at him suddenly in a new way and leaned over and kissed his mouth gently.
"And why didn't you?" she asked him coyly.
"I didn't want to yet. Not until you. the panting boy gasped.
Now she knew her earlier instincts about Robert were right.
He would make a perfect slave!
She rode his penis until she came, soaking the silk bedsheets all around her!
CHAPTER TWO
"Put this on," the master told her.
"Wh-what is it?" Joanna asked frightened.
This time, when she came downtown to the house of prostitution she liked to visit, she had entered her master's room to find a pile of horrible-looking rubber articles of clothing piled high on the broken-down bed.
The room was totally sleazy, as was the whole hotel.
Located near Battery Park on one of the sleazy side streets of the financial district, this place made a perfect getaway for her.
The streets of this neighborhood practically emptied at the end of the workday.
And she could come down here in her limosine in perfect anonymity.
Of course lots of businessmen knew of the after-hours life that was carried on down the same side streets of the business district where they conducted their money-making deals every day. And many of the men availed themselves of the other side, the seamier side, of the sevices offered on these streets, after the banks and offices closed.
But Joanna doubted how many women knew of the delights that could be had for the money and for the asking. Joanna herself had discovered the delightful services of Madame X at a sleazy party she once went to.
The party had been a reception-so to speak-for a new punk rock band that was playing in a sleazy club off the Bowery. Joanna moved in many circles.
And at that reception, in honor of the four leather-clad, long haired, flea-infested burnt-out-looking musicians, she had had a very interesting conversation with a woman.
It had started out this way:
Joanna said, "Why would good-looking young men want to look that way. That is, I'm sure they are good looking, beneath all that black make-up and that scrawny unwashed hair."
The woman she was standing next to only smiled. She was a tall, well-built black woman wearing lots of make-up and she had long black hair that curled around her breasts.
"Some women find that look very appealing," the black woman remarked sipping her wine.
Joanna shook her head and said, "I wish I could find some smart enterprising person who could recognize the vast need there is for houses of prostitution for women. Women need to be able to go to a place and pick out the kind of man that fits their fancy-just as men can do with women." She sipped her wine.
The black woman just smiled. She was wearing a tight-fitting beaded dress that left not much to the imagination. She said, "And what kind of man would you choose to fit your fantasy?"
Joanna grinned. She thought they were joking. As long as they were joking, she would tell her. "Well, I would like to be able to go someplace where I would not be recognized where I could be guanranteed total privacy and anonymity. And there, I would like to be totally and utterly dominated by a huge man who wore a mask.
"So I would never see his face. A huge man, who would be my total master! Who would use me sexually as his pleasrure dictated. To whom I would totally submit and how my will, The black woman smiled. "Take my card," she said.
Joanna took the small black calling card. In day-glo letters it said, "Madame X's. All your delights are here." And then there was an address.
"Barrow Street," Joanna read. "Is this for real?" she laughed.
"Come and find out," the black woman smiled and then she moved off into the crowd.
The masked man loomed terrifyingly over the five foot tall redhead.
His massive hands were covered with rubber gloves and his entire head was concealed beneath a rubber hood. She could see his black eyes glittering through the holes in the hood and his nostrils flaring and his cruel, thin lips parting.
"Yes! Yes!" she gasped backing off him.
She had left that punk-rock reception with the black calling card in her bag, thnking the whole thing was a gag, and then even forgetting about it.
But when she turned he hand bag over to oher maid to clean it out, as one of her regular duties, the pretty girl (her name was Renata) had come to her with the black card many days later.
"Do you want this card, Mistress?" the pretty girl asked.
"What? Let me see that! Oh, yes! I'll take that Renata.
And then she had called.
"Madame X's? May I serve you?" said a low, soft, incredibly sexy female voice.
Joanna recognized the memorable voice of the black woman she met at the party.
"Yes, yes, I'd like a master," Joanna said, eyes sparkling, waiting to hear the reaction.
"A master, fine. That can be arranged. Any other specifications. Race? Height? Weight? Shaft length?"
Wow! Joanna thought-this is the real thing.
And she had given all her specifications: big, hunky, hooded, big hands, big cock, nothing less than twelve inches. Broad chest, the works.
The first time she had Karl, the chauffeur take her down there, her hands had been covered with perspiration from fear and from excitement.
And it had been that way every since!
She had never seen the master's face. And he told her exactly what to do!
Now he was telling her to put on the rubber jacket.
.Her lips were jerking in and out of a smile as she went into the corner and started to undress. Today, for the first time, when she came in, her master had been totally naked except for his hood. She had never seen his naked body before. The first two times she had been here he had been completely covered, from head to toe, in leather. And he had satisfied her-completely.
But still, she had always, vaguely in some way, felt perfectly in control.
It was as if she knew that it was all a game. That she was paying for it-paying this man to "act" like her master. She knew he would never go too far.
Because if he did, she would report him to Madame X and there would be hell to pay for. It was his neck, not hers, that was in jeopardy.
And so somehow, though she had enjoyed the "game," the switch in role-playing from being the mistress to being the slave, she didn't really have the kind of orgasm that comes from really totally and completely and thoroughly letting go!
She wondered if he had sensed this, last time.
Because now he was starting out totally differently.
Being naked, for example. She cast a quick glance at him as he stood in the middle of the room with his thick, muscular arms crossed over his deep hairy chest, waiting.
His cock, even when it was limp as it was now, seemed to hang half-way down his thighs.
His thighs looked like they were made of steel-all sinew and muscle.
His legs were strong and hairy. She could see the muscles of his neck before they disappeared under his rubber hood. Good God, the man looked like a giant!
The arms of the jacket he wanted her to wear were much too long.
They hung down almost to the floor. Immediately she started to sweat.
The rubber was so hot and the contact with her skin seemed to make her sweat.
The jacket zipped up the back. But there were also zippers over her breasts.
What were they for? she wondered.
Wearing the jacket with the trailing arms and the open zipper in the back and nothing else but her high heeled shoes, she went across the floor.
"I am wearing the jacket, master," she said humbly biting her lip.
She was really scared this time, because she had no idea what he intended to do. He looked her up and down.
"Take off your shoes," he told her. "I told you to strip."
She slid out of her shoes. It was a funny thing-maybe it was because, shoeless, she felt so short. But nothing could make her feel more vulnerable than being barefoot.
Now he really towered over her! He was over at least a foot and a half taller than she was! She stared up at him frightened and then looked down at the floor.
Unable to take the intensity of his stare.
"Turn around," he said.
She turned around. She heard and felt him zipping up the back of her jacket.
Now she felt tight, enclosed and she began getting much hotter.
She could feel her armpits starting to produce sweat.
"Turn around," he ordered her again, turning her with his big hands.
She turned.
He put his hairy hands to the zippers closed over her breasts.
He unzipped them and stuck his hands inside and pulled her breasts through the zippered slits.!
"Ow! Oh!" she cried out softly.
Her soft breasts lay against the jagged teeth of the zippers. She bit her lip.
She knew her master didn't like her to complain about the pain.
But he seemed to ignore her cries this time. He was more interested in doing something else.
"Turn around," he said.
She turned again. What now?
He stooped and picked up the trailing sleeves of her jacket.
Now he was wrapping the sleeves around her body-and tying them in back!
Now she understood!
Good God! This was a strait jacket!
A rubber strait jacket!
A bead of sweat started up from under her hairline at her forehead and the sweaty bead of water dripped down her face. She tiried to laugh.
"Heh-heh," she looked up at him.
His black eyes were not looking at her. He was looking at her pert white rounded ass.
Then he went over to the pile of rubber clothing lying piled on the bed.
He picked through several pieces of rubber then pulled out something.
"Here," he said, "put these one."
He handed them to her. Her heart was beating.
She couldn't figure out what these things were!
It appeared to be a pair of panties-there were two holes as if for legs.
But there was a big dong-a black rubber dildo, sticking inwards into the panties, and there were strange big bumps on the inside too.
"Wh-what?" she began cautiously remembering he didn't like questions.
He walked over to a broken-down bureau and opened a drawer.
He took out a container of talcum powder.
"Powder the inside first," he said. "They're a pair of panties for you, Joanna."
She licked her lips and began powdering the inside of the rubber panties as he had instructed her. What the hell kind of panties were these?
And how could she bear to wear them?
The heat in the old building came up through the steam pipes, clanglingly and the windows rattled and let in cold drafts of air from the deserted street outside.
But nevertheless the room was hot. And she was getting hot under the collar.
"Oh, you can't do that, can you?" the hooded master laughed. "Of course not, you can't move your arms anymore." He took the panties and the powder and powdered the panties. "Bend over," he said.
Trembling, she bent over. Her long glossy red hair brushed her pure white breasts that were being bitten by the zipper teeth. Another bead of sweat poured over her face.
The master fingered her slit. He poked his finger deep up her cunt slit as clinically as a gynocolgist would. She felt drips of sweat run down from her armpits now.
She couldn't move her arms and she felt totally in his control.
The way he touched her clinically frightened her.
No man had ever touched her this way.
In her life, when a man touched, he was gasping with joy and desire, practically ready to expire for the privilege of touching her body.
Her pussy got wet and squeezed his finger automatically.
It was as if she couldn't help it-she couldn't help acting the way she normally acted. And normally, she was always trying to butter the man up, win him, make him want her, want her more than he had ever wanted a woman, so she could get him under her control.
The master withdrew his thick finger from her cunt, leaving her cunt restlessly grasping at nothing. Then he pushed her over further.
Now his thick finger was delving into her ass hole!
She gasped at the indignity of this! No man had ever touched her there before!
She certainly would not allow it! .
And no man would dare try it, not to mention even suggest it!
But this man dared! Not only did he dare-he didn't even seem to think twice about it.! He was digging down into her ass hole again as clinically as a proctologist!
"Good," he said. "Now stand up."
She stood up. He had removed his fingers.
"Step into these panties."
He held them for her, She stepped into one hole, then the other.
The black rubber panties came up her thighs.
The big black rubber powered dildo appeared to be in back.
The big rubber warts were in front.
The master pulled the tight black rubber panties up and inserted his fingers into her ass cheeks, holding her ass cheeks open.
Joanna gulped for breath! The indignity of it all!
And there was nothing she could do or say! That is, she still could say somethingscream, call him off! But she didn't want to!
She knew now the contempt he would have for her then!
And besides, if she called him off, would he really go off?
She really didn't know!
Here they were on the top floor of this drafty old buildning.
Madame X was in her office all the way down on the first floor.
Coming up in the elevator, escorted by her master, she hadn't heard much noise on any of the other floors. They got off at the tenth floor.
Going down the hall she had peered into the open doors of the other draftv rooms.
They were all empty! who would hear?
Yet, she tried to keep her nerve about her.
Madame X would not let her employees take their customers too far.
She kept telling herself that over and over, trying to believe it.
Now he was inserting the tip of the black rubber dildo into her anus.
"You are resisting, Joanna," he said mildly. (She shuddered to think what this man's voice would be like when he raised it, when he really got mad.) "I command you to stop resisting," he said, pulling her anus open.
She tried to relax, but didn't know if she was succeeding.
But he seemed to be managing to get the big tip of the dildo in her ass crack.
Finally he got it shoved all the way up her.
Sweat was pouring off her forehead and down her face, and down the sides of her body under her rubber strait-jacket. She had never had anything stuck up her ass before!
She tried to think how big the dildo was.
It must have been a good seven or eight inches!
She could feel it all too-cramming up her ass hole, filling he ass with penis-shaped rubber. The walls of her crammed ass began to heat an sweat."
Her anus tightened around the thick piece of rubber.
When he had gotten that in place, he reached in front of her.
He put his hand down to her crotch. Her immediate reaction Was to try to bend over and cover and protect her private parts.
The next thing she knew she was lying on the floor on her back with her legs open.
The whole side of her face was burning and a bright red slap mark was rising on he cheek where he had slapped her.
His slap alone had sent her flying!
"Don't ever try to do that again, Joanna," he said as calmly as ever. Now his fingers went freely, unhindered down to her cunt and his fingers plied her frightened pussy open.
Though her pussy lips were clammy and sticking together, he knew her pussy lips were lying. A moment ago, when he had stuck his finger up her cunt he had found it hot and sliding wet. He laughed.
Holding her slick wet cunt wide open wit hh his big thick fingers, he pulled the panties up and snapped them in place. The rubber warts slapped in place right against the even hotter wet meat of her slot! She felt how the rubber warts rubbed and moved against her!
"Ohhhh!"
She was lying on her back now, with her legs raised, her ass filled with the heavy rubber dildo, her pussy held open against the thick rubber warts of the panties.
"Get up!" he told her with a certain weariness in his voice.
She found herself blushing red. Was it the heat? Yes. But also the fact that she realized she had forgotten for a moment what she was here for.
She had been lying on her back with her legs up, and spread, as if she were here solely for her own pleasure! Which was not true at all, she knew.
Her master's pleasure must come first.
"What can I do for you Master," she said with a pleasing smile upon her face-ever the eager beaver, ready to please.
He looked at her with a look ofboredom? Disdain?
Unconsciously she shook her pure white tits as they hung out of her leather rubber strait jacket-always trying to please. Her eyes slipped to his cock and she felt herself blushing redder and redder. He wasn't even hard yet! Not the least little bit!
"Get down off your knees and push that stool over here for me to sit on."
She did as he said. One thing she liked about this place was the total lack of luxury.
Luxury got so boring sometimes..
Here-there was only some kind of black cheesecloth tacked over the windows, and broken down furniture. With her nose, she pushed the broken-down stool across the wooden floor towards him. When she got it in place she looked up and smiled.
Another bead of sweat ran down her nose and into her lips and she opened her lips and gulped it. Rivers were running down her arms.
She squirmed as she sat on her heels.
Every move she made caused the most exciting rubbery rubbing of the panty warts against her open pussy meat! And the dildo penetrating her asshole was stimulating!
A river of sex lubrication poured down the walls of her anal canal.
Her ass squeezed and squeezed. Could he tell she was getting such pleasure?
Her face was a bright guilty red.
He reached out touched her breasts with his fingertips.
"So lovely, so lovely," he said. She felt goosebumps come out all over her body under the rubber and that only made her sweat more.
He was holding something that glinted bright in his hands."
Clamps!
He squeezed the clamps and they opened. He attached one bit to one of her bright hard nipples and the other clamp to the other nipple!
Sweat poured down her forehead. She gritted her teeth.
She could take it! She wouldn't be laughed at because she couldn't take it!
She could take it!
A gold leash connected the two nipple clamps and hung between her breasts.
Two more leashes were attached to each of the nipple clamps and they joined together forming a gold leash leading from the biting clamps on her breasts.
She was grinding her teeth together.
"Master," she said humbly on her knees, "Please! Do no hurt me!"
He laughed and fondly pulled on the biting clamps chewing her bright pink nipples.
"I would not hurt you, Joanna my slave, but that it brings me pleasure to see you so pretty and helpless. Look, look how my cock jumps up to see your pretty pink nipples grow pink and distended."
She lifted her head. At last! At last! While he pulled on the clamps sunk into her nipples and her nipples began to swell, his cock began to stiffen and get hard.
"I am glad, Master," she said softly, as shivers of sweat ran down her body and she panted with pain, "I am glad if my pain makes you happy!"
There was a faint trace of a smile on his cruel thin lips.
He put the gold leash on the floor and placed his foot on top of it.
"I am glad you are glad, Joanna. And now, will you put this on your head."
He held out a strangely shaped piece of rubber clothing.
Oh God-no! she thought terrified, her heart beating like a butterfly's wings.
Not a rubber hood! No-I can't hear it! I'll go crazy!
No! I can't stand being alone in that black rubber dark!
But she saw that, in addition to the hole for her head, there were two more leg holes in the rubber garment.
"What is it?" the question popped out of her mouth .
The master jerked the gold leash with his foot.
"No questions, slave!"
"YOW!" Joanna squealed! He pink swollen nipples had been given a good hard jerk by the clamp's biting teeth!
"OH!" she was panting.
"Put the hood on!" he commanded, sitting before her, holding the hood for her head.
She bent her head and he slipped it on her.
"Such pretty hair," he crooned, arranging her shiny red hair on her back.
Gratefully her nose found the holes to breathe through.
And she could still see the light of daythrough the other two holes.
"Don't move, now, Joanna, or I will have to cause a great deal of pain to those already-swollen-looking pretty pink nipples of yours."
And with that, the hooded master proceeded to raise one of his legs and slip it through one hole of the black rubber briefs and then slip his other leg in the other hole!
OH MY GOD! Joanna thought! This is a pair of underwear-with a mask attached!
Now she knew what the master's pleasure would be today!
As he slid the rubber briefs up over his legs and over his groin, Joanna was pulled forward. Now her head was enveloped in blackness!
Although she wasn't protesting-the tit leash was pulling hard on her breasts.
The master was snapping his rubber briefs.
Joanna's face was smashed against a long fleshy member.
"You'll find you have some company in there, Joanna," she heard the master say.
"You'll recall from last week what to do with it."
Joanna was sweating profusely.
Her pussy was a puddle of pussy juice from the sweating and the constant simulation of the rubber warts. Her ass hole was sweating and the sweat was causing her to get added stimulation as the rubber dildo slid in and out of her ass hole.
Her mouth and face were smack up against her master's cock.
His cock was stiffening but not yet completely stiff!
Good Lord-where would all his meat go when he got completely stiff?
There was no more room in the mask attached to her master's briefs.
But she knew where his stiffened cock was to go.
The attachment for his cock was to be her throat and mouth!
Repressing a sob she kissing and licking his cock meat.
"You are frightened Joanna, is that not right?" the master said.
He looked down at the lovely form of the woman's body in front of him.
He could not see her head-that was in the mask that was connected to the crotch of his briefs. Her head appeared to come out of his groin!
But below that there was her glinting gold hair.
He could see her white tits hanging from the zippered openings of her rubbber jacket.
And the shape of her ass was lovely in her tight black rubber panties.
He thought about the big dildo he had made her take up her asshole.
He knew her cunt would be well wet by now from the friction of the rubber bumps against her meat, which he had personally held open.
"But do not be afraid," he continued as she felt her feverish sweaty lips press against his stiffening shaft of meat. "I promise you that all your fear and discomfort will be paid off by the most increidible heights of pleasure that you live ever reached. You have but to trust in your master. You do trust me, don't you, Joanna?" He asked her.
In answer, she began lapping at his cock meat avidly, like a dog.
"Good," he said with a cruel grin rimming his lips while he fingered the gold tit leash. "Then shove my cock down your throat, cunt, and start sucking!"
And he gave the tit leash a couple of good hard tugs!
He kept tugging on it until she had managed to cram all his cock meat down her throat.
It was no easy matter!
In the darkness, in the tight confines-she was as good as blind, and of course she couldn't use her harnds! Just by maneuvering her mouth she had to push his cock with her tongue to get it to point down her.
The tip of his cock head was throbbing as her pointed tongue maneuvered it.
Finally she had it pointed down her mouth. Then she began going down on it.
Pushing her face up against it, and gobbling it up, inch by inch.
She began to regret her requirement to Madame X-twelve inches!
It was only when his prick meat was lying on her tongue in her mouth that it began to really get stiff and hard! She felt his cock lengthening in her mouth.
Rivers of sweat were pouring down her face.
She didn't even have to move her mouth on his cock-it seemed to be growing longer and stiffer all on its own! When she felt the tip of his spearhead bump against the back of her throat and then push down her throat, she knew the worst was going to happen.
She couldn't believe this was really going to happen!
Step by step, along the way, it had only been a matter of accepting one thing, then another. But now-here she was, all the way into this-with absolutely no way of getting out! For God's sake-she couldn't even scream now!
What kind of scream could she get out of her throat now that it was crammed with all twelve inches of his hard rod!
"Suck it Joanna!"
She began sucking.
The blackness was complete. She couldn't see them, but she knew there were airholes.
Because her supply of oxygen was entirely adequate. But there was no light.
Good good-how long had this been going on?
She was quickly losing all sense of time! Was it night or day? Had it been hours or minutes!
Was he about to come-or hours away from coming?
All she could do was go on sucking and sucking his prick meat!
The head of his cock was lodged deep in her wet throat!
Sometimes she felt she was going to gag and strangle on his penis
.
And then a horrible panic-stricken terror rose up and in her and she felt herself starting to gag! There was only one thing she could do to prevent that from happening.
She began pressing her legs together, and, as she rocked back and forth on the stiff wet penis down her mouth, she was also rocking her cunt and anus on the stimulants attached to the insides of her rubber panties!
Now she knew what they were for! To keep the slave satisfied, while the slave serviced the master! She was only too happy to give her mind a distraction from the terror of this nightmare tha her head was lodged in!
His big cock was slick and wet and slippery and slid in and out of her deep throat.
But all the while-to keep herself from going stark raving crazy she used the rubber warts and the rubber dildo inside her panties, to bring heself off again and again! There was no other way to get around it!
Again and again her pussy creamed and her anus was highly slick and wet and stimulated!
The ingenuousness of it-while her cunt craved the big pointed rubber dildo, her ass was forced to take it! And so her ass hole squeezed and squeezed and rubbed against the slick wet dildo while her pussy imagined that it was getting it!
She rocked and rocked on his throbbing wet cock!
Sweat was pouring out of her rubber strait-jacket.
Her body, usually bathed in gentle fragrant perfumes was sweating like a hog!
The master looked over the rocking, sweating rubber-coated body of his slave and felt how richly his cock was pounding and felt highly satisfied.
But there was one last thing he had to check on.
He leaned over his rocking slave (with her head in the hood attached to the crotch of his rubber briefs) and he reached for her ass.
There was a flap in the crotci. of her rubber panties and he twitched it open.
He peered into the slot.
Yes, everything looked like it was going fine in there.
He examined the opening that her anus had now become, as it gratefully welcomed in the huge rubber dildo! Her puckered ass hole was dripping wet with sweat and pleasure.
And her pussy was absolutely nothing.
It was covered with her cream slime and he saw how her thighs were rubbing together.
He was absolutely satisfied.
He jerked his hips forward. They sent his penis deeper into her sucking throat.
"Uhhhh," he heard her strangled moan.
He reached across her jerking body and, still holding the rubber flap open, inserted his finger into her cunt, in between the rubber warts.
"UHHHHHHHH!" Joanna groaned when the felt the finger slip in her cunt.
The master slid his penis in and out of her gaping throat hole.
He diddled her wet creaming cunt with his finger.
"UHHHHHHH!" Joanna groaned.
He slid his slick penis in harder and harder!
Each time he diddled her wet grasping pussy she groaned and her throat opened up and he slid his cock in and out of it. His bulging penis head head was pounding, his shaft was trembling like an arrow about to oe shot from the bow!
Now he was fucking her pussy! Fucking her throbbing wet slit with his finger and ramming his cock down her throat in the black hole of the leather and he began shooting off! Shooting off his boiling hot cock cream! She sucked it!
She sucked his hot cock lodged deep down her steaming throat while the sweat poured off her and she squeezed the enormous dildo up her wet ass hole and creamed and creamed all over his sliding finger! Again and again her powerful master pumped his loads of thick cream down his slave's willing, aching, sucking throat.
And again and again, in the darkness of the rubber, while she creamed and creamed on his fingers,, his willing slave sucked his tool, as if she loved it like no other!
CHAPTER THREE
The telephone rang.
"Pernod, get that please," Mistress Joanna said to her servant.
She walked around the polished parquet floor, surveying Karl, her chauffeur.
She was giving him a "talking-to" for observing her with her escort through the rear view mirror of the limosine a few nights ago.
Karl, a tall, broad-built man of German descent, was standing in the middle of the polished floor completely naked, except for his chauffeur's cap.
He was bound hand and foot and tied to a large whipping pole.
This was in the Mistress' grand ballroom.
"It's Mister Robert Trevor for you, Madame," Pernod said.
Joanna sighed. Robert had been calling her night and day since their one date.
She said, "All right, I'll take it."
Walking over to the little Louis IV table where the phone was located, she let her whiplash slice across the air and fall on the errant chauffeur once more.
"ACH!!!!" Karl screamed again.
Pernod kept his hand discretely over the mouthpiece of the phone.
"Hello?" Joanna said carelessly, watching Karl writhe.
"Joanna! Darling! Why wouldn't you let me talk to you? I've been trying to get you for days! I've got to see you! Can I come over?"
"Now, Robert darling? I'm terribly sorry, but I'm busy now.
"Sssslash!"
Her whip sang through the air. "AAAACCHH!!"
"Joanna? Joanna-what was that screaming? Are you all right?"
It was nothing, Robert dear, only one of the workmen hit his thumb with a hammer!"
"Ssssslash!" . "ACH!"
Her whip curved through the air and latched around his penis, which was bulging.
She jerked it hard. She knew how terribly Karl lusted after her.! He was always watching her and her lovers, or her victims, through the rear view mirror of the car as he drove them to one restuarant or another.
She knew he did it as much to watch her making love to some man other than himself as he did it for the tittilating sensual pleasure of feeling her whiplash on his naked body. She really knew she oughtn't to indulge him in this way.
Lashing him was only giving him what he wanted.
But his salary was so low-he worked for practically nothing, that just to be fair she liked to throw in these whippings. She moved slightly to one side.
"SSssslash!"
The tongue of her whip caught him across the buttocks.
"Workmen? What are workmen doing there?"
"I'm having a little playroom built for me down in the basement, honey. Perhaps you'll get to see it someday?" she toyed with the innocent boy.
"I'd like that very much Joanna. But listen-f've got to see you before then! How about tonight?"
She said, "I'm busy tonight."
"How about tomorrow night?"
"I'm busy tomorrow night!"
Robert sighed. "Joanna, you just don't understand! Christ! I think I'm in love with you! I've thought of nothing else but you ever since I left your house the other morning! Do you know you're the most passionate woman I've ever known?!"
Joanna smiled into the phone. How many times had she heard that remark.
But she treated him still as if he were the first man to say that to her.
"It was good for me too, Robert," she said. "You were really fantastic!"
She heard a glowing sigh of contentment.
"You really know how to touch," she added, remembering the hunger with which his big hands had searched over her body, like searchlights from a lighthouse looking for a lost ship in the fog! His big hands were good. She got an idea.
"Look," she said. "I'm busy now and I can't talk much longer. But I'll see if I can break one of my dates-for tonight. I'll call you back later."
She hung up.
"Pernod, call in Renata!"
Karl, agonizing on his wooden whipping post in the middle of the polished and mirrored ballroom, heard these words and his moans increased.
"NO!!!! No! Mistress! Please! Not Renata!"
She walked up to him and stood very close. She had only just gotten up out of bed-it was three in the afternoon. And all she wore was a sheer beige chiffon robe with a pearl-colored feathered fringe at the sleeves, neckline and hem.
Her luscious, voluptuous body, every curve of it, was visible through the sheer fabric. Karl stared at her swaying tits bug-eyed and groaned.
How he longed to sink his head between them!
She stood close enough to him so that her feathered fringe brushed against his bleeding lash marks, causing him to wince. He groaned.
"Karl, you will not complain about Renata. She is very competent."
Somewhere in her heart she knew she had a soft spot for Karl, which is why she was so patient with him. He had been her very first slave.
That was about five years ago.
In those days, she had let him service her frequently, as rewards for his good behavior. But since that time, she had grown bored with him.
However, out of loyalty, she had kept him on as her chauffeur.
Althought he had not touched his mistress in over four years, still, every night he longed for her. He was a middle-aged man who loved young pussy.
And Joanna, at twenty-four, when he first met her, had totally enslaved him.
He had been forty at the time.
'You know Renata is very competent," she repeated.
"But Mistress-when will you let me, just one time. I beg nothing more than to be allowed to touch it with my ... "
"Karl! I will not listen to your filthy talk! Here is Renata! Renata-service this man!" Joanna stepped aside. And Renata walked up.
She was a stunning girl of nineteen, a Mexican, who served as Joanna's maid.
To an observer, Karl's objections to being "serviced" by Renata would not be immediately understandable. She was everything a pussy-hungry older man could want in a young girl. Her breasts were lush and jutting.
Her dark-colored nipples pushed out through the top of the little white apron pinned over her short black maid's dress. Her hips were hypnotic.
She had beautiful cocoa-colored skin and he eyes were black, covered by long, thick lashes. Her lips and cheeks were naturally rosy.
Her long thick black hair looked like a fragrant jungle and invited one too imagine what the matching jungle of her thatch hair would be like.
But she was a lesbian.
She couldn't have cared less about men.
Giving it or getting it from men meant less than nothing to her.
Of course she did whatever Mistress Joanna ordered her to do, but when she got down on the floor on her hands and knees and unpinned the top of her dress so her jugs hung out, and then arched her ass, folding back the short hem of her dress so everyone in the roomJoanna and Karl and Pernod, could see her cocoa ass cheeks and her thick black thatch hair and the bulging red lips of her pussy (she was forbidden to wear panties, but she did wear a black garter belt and black seamed stockings at all times)-she did it with all the passion of a dog raising his leg to urinate against a fire hydrant.
Karl was despairing. "Please! P-please, Mistress!!" he begged.
Joanna lashed out with her whip. "ACH!"
"Use the girl Renata or use nothing at all. V thought you liked cunt, Karl! Really! You begin to make me think that you're not the man I always thought you were!"
Pernod laughed.
Joanna looked at him oddly. And what was he laughing about!
"Go on Karl," Joanna moved closer to him and rippled her feather trim against his trembling cock. *'Do it, for me! For my amusement and my pleaseure! It may even turn me on!" she whispered, letting her pink lips touch his ear.
The trembling, bleeding man looked from his alluring, charming mistress to the waiting ass and cunt of the obedient maid. Renata was on the floor on her hands and knees simply waiting, pert rump in the air, for him to use her or not, as he pleased.
Joanna, with one movement, released the knotted rope that tied him to the post.
He was free. His hands were still tied in front of him though.
Stumbling with the sudden lack of support of the pole, he considered Renata's black-haired pussy. He looked up at Joanna.
Her nostrils were flared and her chest was rising and falling.
She was excited. It always excited her to set one of her servants on top of another, especially when they were so mal-suited to each other.
She liked to watch her servants matingfor her pleasure!
To please his mistress, he would do anything!
Stumbling forward, his knees buckled and he fell to the floor behind the pert ass of the Mexican maid! His hands gripped her raised buttocks.
And still there was no sign of passion from her.
"Karl, you will have to eat Renata out first," Joanna gently reminded him. "You know that otherwise, she cannot get wet enough to take in cock."
Karl groaned! What good was it to eat out an unwilling lezzie?
Nevertheless he knew that his mistress, as always, was right!
He stooped and put his head down under her ass and began pushing his tongue into her now splitting open cunt lips! Her taste was sweet and salty at the same time. "
If only the fucking girl liked it!
""UHHHhhh, mmmmmm!" Renata groaned, grinding her ass meat back into Karl's face.
Her pert tail was shaking like a dog's.
"What are you thinking about, Renata?" Joanna asked, feeling her own cunnie start to tingle. She was always interested in Renata's fantasies while she submitted to men.
"I am dreaming, Mistress," the girl said with closed eyes, "that I am sitting on the face of my sister who I left behind in Mexico City. I have not seen her in seven long years!" The story of Renata's family left behind in Mexico, was an old one. Karl's blood boiled when he heard this and his ears turned red with humiliation.
That's all his tongue was good for with this dyke-to fan her fantasies of her sister! Disgusting spies-incest was a commonplace! Did they have no morality?
Thinking these angry thoughts, the lashed and beaten man ravaged the shaking ass of the beautiful Mexican girl with his tongue.
Until her honey pot was dripping! He pulled his face out from under her pert ass.
"Ah! Yes! Now! Karl-fuck her!" Joanna breathed.
She glanced over at Pernod to see his reaction.
Her always upright and proper butler was sweating.
One strand of his black hair lay pasted to his forehead.
She looked at his groin? Did she detect that it was bulging?
She saw him bite his lips and wince with pain.
Yes--his groin was bulging! She remembered how he had laughed at her remark to Karl about not being a man and she made a note in her mind that she would have to deal with him later. One punishment at a time.
Karl held Renata's swaying butt with his tied hands and then positioned his rounded, reddened cock head against the lips of her cunt.
"Fuck her Karl!" Joanna cried out! She knew how much Renata hated to be fucked.
Karl sank his spear into her wet slippery slot in one thick blow.
"AAAII!!!" Renata cried and wailed.
Every time she was fucked by a man it reminded her of the time she was raped and gang-banged by her seven brothers! She gripped the parquet floor with her red nails!
Karl's thick reddened spear-bulging with whiplash marks-riddled her slot!
Again and again his spear punished her pussy slot, ramming down into it!
Joanna and her butler Pernod watched the thick rod disappearing again and again into the slimy pink lips that lay nestled in the middle of the black bush of Renata's twat!
Harder and harder, poor Karl rammedthinking of Joanna!
And Renata-as much as she hated what i was going on-as much as she hated taking it from a man, did not move an inch-did not try to even get away, though she was not tied or bound in anyy way, as Karl was! She took it voluntarily!
Because her mistress had ordered it!'! Her mistress was so good to her in so many other ways, after all!
"Aaaiiiii! Caramba!!!" the unhappy girl cried out.
But still she kept her twat in place, arching her ass cheeks high so the man being pusnished could screw her! Then it was all over.
Karl's grunting became louder and harder and his thrusts became deeper.
It was evident he was on the verge of coming.
"UHhh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh-Ahhhhhhhh!" He plunged his dip stick in the pussy froth and kept it in there this time! wiggling it around and around!
His shooting hot prick cream was pulsating out into Renata's sweet honey pot!
And once again, against her will, the Mexican girl was forced to suck man's prick cream in the hole of her cunt!
When it was all over, Karl pulled his relieved cock out and it sagged downwards onto the floor. From the tip of his spent penis a few hot drops of sperm dropped.!
"Pernod, take Karl away and clean him up. Karl, I hope you have learned your lesson this time," she added.
Karl looked distant as he said, "Yes, Mistress.
He started moving away with Pernod.
Joanna turned to the girl now lying as if squashed, still panting heavily, on the floor.
"Renata, lick up that puddle of sperm on the floor please. You know what it does to the wax."
"Yes, Ma'am.
Joanna called her admirer, Burt. Burt was the man she had the date with tonight.
"Joanna!" he breathed into the phone when he answered.
"I've made reservations at theTop of the World' for eleven o'clock. And I got tickets forHer Majesty's Blues,' playing at the Royal. It's the hit of the season, honey. Igot us center seats in the front row."
"I don't like to sit so close to the stage. Get us a box."
"Well, I don't know if I can-they're probably all sold out."'
"Then you just may find that I'm all sold out too!"
"I'll do my best honey! I'll do my best!" the ardent Southerner pleaded.
Burt was a very wealthy Texan. He owned the largest grain and feed supply company in the country. He was also a very attractive-looking man.
He had dark hair and a dark mustache and the body of a quarterback.
In fact he once had played pro for the Dallas cowboys, but an early leg injury had put an end to his career. He was crazy about Joanna, ever since he met her two months ago. She had been having fun toying with him and keeping him dangling on a .string, one she became assured that his affections for her were unchangeable
"Darling , would you do me a teensy-weensy little favor?"
"Anything, Joanna, anything at all. What is it darli?"
"Well, this adorable little boy, the son of my oldest friend, is in town and I promised Mae-his mother, that I'd take care of him. Would you be terribly upset if he came along to the show with us?" She smiled into the phone.
Burt's heart sank. He had been looking forward to an intimate evening alone with his mistress. Now he would have to put up with some stupid kid.
"Uh, darling, I was hoping to see you alone," he sighed, j!
"Oh, I know, sweetheart, but it's just that he's only in town for a little while. And I did promise his mother. He's the sweetest little boy-I know you'll love him."
Burt knew he would hate him.
"Well, I don't know if I can get three tickets for tonight. The show's sold out!"
"Buuurt," she crooned. "You can get them if you want to? I guess I'd just better say itif you can't get the ticket for Robert-I can't go with you.
"Uh-I'll try my best honey!"
"You do that!"
She called up Robert. "Come to my place at seven."
Burt picked them both up in his limosine. He kissed Joanna and shook Robert's hand.
"Did you get the tickets, sweetheart?" Joanna squeezed his arm."
"Well, actually, I could only get two seats in the box, but there is standing room in the back, so perhaps Robert could.
"Robert and I will sit in the box, darling, and we'll meet you in the lobby at intermission." Burt sawHer Majestly's Blues' from the back of the crowded, glittering theater.
Actually, he didn't see much of it-his eyes were elsewhere. It wasn't Joanna he was furious at.
He couldn't be angry at Joanna. He considered it a beautiful woman's privilege to get whatever she could from her man. And he loved being the one that Joanna twisted around her little finger. But what he couldn't abide was the "boy" Robert.
Any man with any sense of honor and decency would see that he was horning in on another man's territory. Really, the wealthy feed man thought, puffing on on a Havana cigar in the lobby before the play broke for intermission-if I were invited out by a woman, only to find that she was taking me out on another man's money-I would tell the lady good bye! Why the hell doesn't that fucking teenager get lost!
Joanna was sparkling and bubbly at intermission, talking and laughing.
She was enjoying the spirited comedy immensely.
She floated back to her box with Robert on her arm.
Burt retired to the area for standing room where he stood shoulder to shoulder with ragamuffin students to poor to pay the full price of a seat!
He was still burning. But still he was looking forward to dinner.
Surely, Joanna could not mean to take that mere slip of a boy-what did she say he did-a writer? A struggling writer-with only one sale to his name?
She did not mean to take him out to dinner with the two of them.
After the show, as he escorted him to his car, he began to hum and haw
"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed the show, Robert. It really was a pleasure to be able to take you out. Hope we can do it again some time. Wher e can we drop you?"
Joanna turned to him in shock in the back seat of the car where she was sitting between the two men. "Why darling!" she said. "I'm surprised at you! Just think what a thrill it will be for him to tide at theTop of the World' for the first time. The view is simply fabulous, Robbie," she turned to Robert.
Burt grinded his teeth together. He knew that this meant it was decided.
He suffered the infant's infantile conversation all through dinner.
Jonanna appeared to be enthralled with the child.
Child indeed-the burning Texan thought-the kid was in his mid-twenties.
Why when I was in my mid-twenties, the ardent feed man thought, I was working like a common day laborer on my daddy's ranch, roping cattle!
And what is this little swishy kid doing, with his slim white hands and knew pale face. Sitting all day in front of a typewriter! That's a real he-man for you. A real hero! He could tell that Joanna was just coming on strong with the kid.
It was all show-he knew her well enough by that time.
He knew that-as an actor never really stops acting, or as a cat can't stop being a cat-Joanna couldn't stop being a maneater.
She was forever and always practicing and refining her art.
If there was a male around, she had to charm him, entice him, and try to entrap him.
And, as long as Burt had been around, he had never known her to fail.
Of course, Burt was as blinded by his lust and admiration for the beautiful Joanna as all the other men she collected around her were.
Like all the others, he believed that he, alone, was the one she really cared for.
He believed that, though she said the same thing to all the others, she only really meant it when she said it to him, said that he was special, and different from all the others. And that was why he put up wih her.
Finally, dinner was over.
Joanna was still charming and glittering.
And Robert was totally enthralled with her.
Though he could tell, easily enough, that the feed man didn't want him around, he knew Joanna wanted him there. And so he surrendered his better sense to pleasing his Joanna. Like Burt, he believed that Joanna didn't really care about other men.
He believed that he alone, Robert, had touched her as no other man had ever touched her before. Thinking these thoughts, all three of them drove to her house.
She served them brandy. Still Burt sat impatiently, waiting for the adolescent to leave. Would it never happen. Finally, the boy left them for a few moments to go to the bathroom. Then Burt moved immediately, coming up behind Joanna.
He kissed her neck, under her fragrant hair and his hands slipped to her breasts.
She was wearing a low-cut gauzy gown of red.
She smiled and let his hands linger threre a moment, while her nipples hardened in his palms, then pushed his hands away. "Darling," she said.
She could feel him getting hard alreadypushing his penis into her back.
She could feel it all the way through his three piece suit!
"When is that kid leaving?" he asked.
"Oh soon, darling, soon. You don't know how much I appreciate this!"
She pulled his palm to her lips and she kissed it, and then licked the middle of his palm. She felt his rod stiffen again, against her back.
"Get rid of him soon, please, Joanna! I can't wait any longer! I can't wait to be alone with you! I've been waiting all evening!"
She giggled. "Burt-you big stud. I've got an idea. Come here, I want to whisper in your ear." And like a princess tugging on the ear of a wild bear, she pulled his head down to her mouth. She whispered into his ear.
A look of astonishment and outrage crossed his face.
"Joanna! You're joking!"
She whispered again.
"I will not!"
"Pleee-asssse, Burtie, just for me! It will be so ... kinky!"
"But what if he sees us, darling! I won't be made a fool of in front of that boyl"
"Darling! He won't see you! Look at the length of this cloth handing over the table! I promise he won't see you. I'll keep his attention distracted, and then I'll just talk to him for a few minutes, and tell him goodnight He'll never know a thing."
Burt seemed to be hesitating. She pulled the rich manufacturer's ear down to her lips and began nibbling his ear lobe and then she began plunging her tiny pointed pink tongue into the funnel hole of his ear. She felt his hot blood pumping behind her.
"Hurry! He's coming back! Quick-get under the table!"
She moved her chair up so the lower half of her body was covered by the long hanging lace table cloth. Burt slipped under the table without thinking what he was doing. Who could resist one of Joann'a's commands?
Robert came back into the room. "Where's ole Burt?" he asked.
"Burt to you," Joanna reprimanded him primly. "He had to go and make a phone call.
About business or something in Texas, I don't understand such matters. So, come here and sit beside me, Robert, and tell me how you are enjoying New York."
She patted the seat beside him.
Under the table, the man in the three piece suit, on his hands and knees, barely got his hand away in time to avoid having Robert step on it.
Burt was staring at Joanna's slim, silky legs, which were crossed, and the gauzy layers of the skirt of her dress which covered his legs.
She extended one red sandalled foot and almost kicked him in the stomach.
She kept nosing that foot into his body.
Finally he took her sandaled foot in his hand. He felt her spiky heel, and the satin of her stockings.
Her pebble-shaped pink toes were glossed with bright red nail polish.
Her toes looked like candies. He brought her foot to his mouth and began sucking on her toes. Her pretty little toes wriggled and writhed in his mouth.
She uncrossed her legs. He knew she was getting excited.
"Well, I like New York fine, especially since I met you Joanna. I've never known a woman like you before!" Robert enthused above the table.
He was taking Joanna's hands in his hands.
Burt was shrimping the toes of her other foot now! Her toes were arching and writhing. He licked with his tongue down her foot to her arches and began delivering long wet ardent strokes there! He knew that drove her crazy!
Now her legs were opened wide under the cloth of the table and he moved even closer, careful to avoid touching Robert. He lifted the gauze of her skirt ad stuck his head under.
Now he was in the wonderful world of Joanna's underwear!
Her clear stockings snapped against her taut thighs.
She was wearing clear panties and he could see every detail of her cunt-her throbbing red pussy labia, her wet silky red hair, pushing against the clear crotch of the panties.
He dove in whole-heartedly, gnawing and biting through the clear nylon.
"Oh!" Joanna cried out a little strangulated, surprised at the cuntal attack.
"What's wrong?" Robert held and squeezed her hand
"Oh, nothing-it's just that, I remembered something. Burt said he would be gone for about half an hour. Do you really like me Robert?"
"Like you!" he said. "Joanna! I think I want to marry you!"
Joanna spread her legs wide apart under the table.
She smiled at Robert-what a silly boy he was!
He pulled her head to his and began to kiss her, and for once she let him!
He was kissing her deeply, moaning and sticking his tongue in her mouth.!
And she began sucking his tongue, as if it were his cock.
Meanwhile, Burt was pushing his tongue into her cunt through the panties and then suddenly, he pulled aside the thin, soaked panty crotch and began eating and eating her raw wet pussy! He thought her groaning was because of what he was doing!
Joanna groaned and sucked on the happy Robert's tongue even harder!
Then she broke away-"Robert! Please! Stop it! You know-I think you're very sweet, really I do. But. ,: .you don't really know me. Trust me. You really don't know what I'm like at all!" She pulled her hands out of his and put them under the table to spread her pussy lips open wider. She smiled at Robert.
"Yes I do! I feel as if I've known you for ages! And I want to get to know you better! I want to be with you always!"
"Robert, Robert, many men have said that to me. But sometimes, when they get to know me better, they change their minds. It will be that way with you too!"
"But we were made for each other. I'mean we're practically the same age and everything. We understand each other. What do you want to go hanging around with these old men forever. Are they really so much better in bed than I am? I bet that guy's got a puny little dried up piece-all rich old men do. Is it just his money, Joanna? I'm going to make money some day-lots of money. I'll make it for you!"
"Silly boy," she said. "You just don't understand, do you?"
She felt Burt's tongue licking her fingers as she held her cunt open wide to him.
Now he was spearing her hot pussy with his fingers! Her clit throbbed like a loose tooth and she was going to come!
"Robert," she panted now, "Please, leave me! We can't talk about this anymore!"
"Leave you!" He reached unde the table and grabbed her hand, just barely missing touching the top of Burt's bobbing head. "You don't mean forever!"
"Robert, I don't want to entrap you. You're too young and innocent, you don't know what yo're getting yourself into.
"The only thing I want to get myself into is you! And I don't care how many rich old farts you've got around you!"
"Robert! Please go! I hear Burt coming! He won't want to see you again! I told him by the time he came back you would be gone! Please leave!"
Robert stood up uncertainly. "All right, I'll leave this time, for now. But I'll be back. I'll be back to get you Joanna."'He crossed the room.
He turned to look back at her again. She was sitting close up againt the table.
Her hands had slipped down under the cloth agan, and she was caressing Burt's head with her hands as he wallowed in her pussy. She blew a kiss across the room to Robert. At last he had left.
Joanna erupted "into merry peals of laughter.
Burt lifted his head under the table and grunted with laughter too.
Now, finally he was beginning to feel good about the evening.
Although somewhere inside him he felt uneaasy about what Joanna had just made him do, he told himself that Robert was the one being made a fool of.
Yes, by this final coup, Joanna had proved that all along this evening, it was Robert she was leading by a string in his nose, and not Burt.
He started to crawl out from under the table.
"Oh no darling! Not yet! Please! Oh please! I was just about to come!"
Burt crawled back under. Joanna spread her writhing pussy lips and Burt nosed his face back into her steaming pussy meat. His lips ferreted out her throbbing clit wedge and he took it between his lips and began sucing.
Her pussy juices were squirting! Her thighs convulsed around the Texan's face!
Again and again, wave upon wave of pussy joy spasmed over her, and over Burt's working face. He never knew a woman's twat to get so soaking wet as Joanna's did when she came on his mouth.! What an incredible woman she was!
Afterwards, when he crawled out from under the table and stiffly stood up, Joanna rang for Pernod and got a coolly scented and soaked towel.
And she used it to clean up Burt's face-his mustache soaked with juice from her cunt. But his eyes were bright and glittering.
He couldn't wait to get inside her-with another part of his body!
He let her gently wash his face with the wet cloth, feeling in ecstasy just at her intimacy with him. That was when he got the worst shock of the night.
"Daling-it was delicious. The whole evening, thank you so much. Pernod has called your car and it's waiting for you. I'll talk to you in the morning."
Burt opened his eyes. "What?" he said.
"I'm so awfully tired honey-you can't imagine what a long busy day it's been. But I'll talk to you in the morning. Maybe we can make some more plans for the end of the week. And I promise you-I'll never make you take me out with Robert again. That was just a special favor, and I won't forget it I'll pay you back. she kissed his face and talked to him as if he were a little boy, "some other time."
"Good night, Burt!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Standing between her white legs as she swung in chains from the ceiling, the hooded master thoughtfully rubbed the ball of his thumb against her crinkled anus
"So tight," he murmured growing hard, "Soso tight!"
Joanna's heart pounded with the sense osf impending disaster!
She had a large ball gag tied into her mouth, and strapped in with a mask of rubber strips that covered her face with a harnass. She was terrified!
"UHhhhhhhh!" she groaned, trying to protest The master dipped his finger into a jar of thick grease and dabbed a big swab of the sickening grease across her shivering shit hole!
Joanna swayed and hung in her chains!
This time when she had come up, led by her handcuffed hands, to the tenth floor of the drafty old warehouse that was Madamee X's strange hideaway, she had found the room waiting for her-with four thick chains hanging from the ceiling!
She had stared at them in fright.
"Wh-what are those for?" her voice was high and squeaky.
The hooded master turned and surveyed her slowly. She had stopped in the middle of stripping. For she had already been told to strip immediately upon entering the room.
"Keep stripping," he told her quietly.
Although she seemed incapable of remembering not to ask questions, he didn't get angry or to lose his temper. He suspected that that was what she wanted, that was what she expected. That he would lose his temper, and lose control of himself.
And then she would win.
But there was no chance of that. There was little this woman could do to upset him.
He had seen women come and go before. Madame X had intimately explained her character to him. Rich bitches. Rich cuntshe knew them all.
All of them, one and the same, they wanted only one thing.
They wanted to be dominated.
And that was why they came to him.
Because he knew how to dominate them.
For him it was almost a boring chore.
Because they wanted it so badly, that they were practically eager to submit.
Whereas, in thereal world' these cunts did everything they could to dominate over their husbands, or ex-husbands, or lovers and friends and sons and dautghters, and lawyers and enemies, all they really wanted when they came to him, was to submit.
These rich cunts had to pay for it. It really made him lagh.
Basically that's what it amounted to.
They had to come to pay and to be well and royally fucked!
And to be well and royally fucked, as he knew well, a woman must be made to be totally passive. God-it was amusing to see how these rich cunts took to it.
They usually wept a little, and whimpered and pleaded with him to be easy on them as they surrendered their freedom to him, and allowed him to tie them up in the most undignified poses, in the most excruciating positions, in the most vulnerable ways.
But that was not what they wanted-for him to go easy on them.
Not really.
What they wanted was just the opposite: for him to ride them hard!
So he was not surprised when Madame X told him this one wanted anonymity.
"She wants to be fucked and taken by a stud who becomes her master, but she never wants to see his face," Madame X had told him the first time.
He knew what that was all about too.
She liked to keep it all within the realm of fantasy!
Hooded, anonymous, it was all like some kind of make-believe fairy tale.
She didn't really want to face up to the fact that she was being dominated by a real live flesh and blood man. No, these rich cunts couldn't really take that!
They thought they were so tough, these cunts, because they had their men by the balls at home, because they were rich and could get whatever they could pay for!
Ha! he laughed to himself as he greased the trembling girl's virgin ass hole.
True, he had fucked her ass with the dildo last week, or at least penetrated her ass hole with the dildo. But basically she was still an anal virgin.
She had never had live cock in her ass. Well, she was going to get it now!
"Uhhhh! Uhhhhh!" Joanna protested and swayed in her chains.
This time she had really let him go too far.
When she saw the chains hanging from the ceiling she had laughed.
When she asked him what they wrere for and he said nothing, she felt even vaguely confident. The events of the past couple of days had made her feel more confident of her powers than ever! She had those two men wrapped around her little finger.
And eating pussy out of the middle of her hand!
There was no man in the world who could resist her!
So when she called up and made an appointment to see her master, she was feeling espcecially cocky. In fact, she was thinking about giving up this master business altogether. What did he do for her, anyway? she asked herself in the cab.
What could he give her that her other didn't give her-for free, too!
He had handcuffed her immediately in the elevator.
She had laughed at that too! This whole thing was beginning to seem like a silly game. After all, it was only happening because she was letting it happen.
All she had to do was lift her little pinky and say, No, enough, stop.
And it would stop.
It all amounted to getting into the right mood, and going along with this subservience bit. Didn't she know well enough that you had to create a mood, a psychological atmosphere for your slaves and servants to thirive on?
Dominating and subordinating people was three fourths psychological manipulation, if not more. The rest was just a matter of her incredible beauty and charm.
So, she could simply resist her master's psychological spell, if she wanted to.
If she refused to let her mind submit to him, what could he really do with her will?
It all seemed like such a joke to her.
She laughed at the handcuffs in the elevator, and she even wanted to laugh at his "costume"-rip his hood off and laugh at him.
He was only a man after all.
But she didn't. She just let a smile play at the edges of her lips-she didn't even feel horny that day-and decided she would go along with the gag one more time.
She'd see if it did anything at all for her today, and if it didn't, she would stop coming to see this man. After all, he wasn't really her master and she wasn't really his slave!
Then she saw the chains when she walked into the room.
Her heart had skipped a beat and she asked what were they for?
When he said nothing, she smiled to herself again inwardly.
She remember very well what a big deal he had made the other times about her not asking questions. In a deep low voice, trying to sound very masculine and masterly.
And now this time, when she disobeyed his rule again, he didn't even seem to notice.
Look, she told herself, this guy's probably just an out-of-work actor.
He's just playing a role he doesn't even really believe in himself.
Well, I'll go along with it one more time, but I'll see if I can't get some kind of a rise out of him, after all, I want some kind of a run for my money.
When she was naked and standing in front of him quizzically he said:
"Raise your hand."
She raised one hand over head. He tied it with a rubber tube, then tied the tube to the chain hanging from the wall. He did the same with her other hand.
Then her hands were tied about shoulder's length apart.
"Raise a leg," he told her in the same dull monotone voice.
She began to wonder about him-what he looked like. For some reason, she thought to herself he must be a very ugly man, to hide his face in a rubber hood that way.
The hood practically obliterated all of his features-except the rise of his nose.
He seemed to have a hook nose.
She forgot all about the fact that she was the one who requested a hooded master.
Now one of her legs was suspended by rubber tube from the chain hanging from the ceiling. He patted her other leg, which was coming up off the floor on its own.
She raised it up. He attached it by rubber tubing.
Now she swung, by her hands and legs, utterly naked.
She shook her long glossy red hair over her pure white shoulders, and looked down admiringly at the delightful pink of her full round nipples.
"What now?" she asked brightly, as if this whole thing were rather a tired joke.
He said nothing but when he came around the front of her he was holding the halter-like mask made of rubber tubing that fitted over her entire head.
"Open your mouth," he said dully.
"What for?" she asked pertly. In answer he put his burly arm around h',r head and began squeezing her head with his biceps as if her head were a nut and his arm was going to crack the shell.
His fingers pushed into the pressure points at the ends of her jaw.
"OOOWWWWWWW!" Her mouth snapped open! The pressure around her head was incredible!
The master fitted a large red rubber ball into her yawning mouth!
She snapped her jaws to, and the ball came springing out!
She laughed-she actually did, she laughed, as she saw her master go sprinting around the room after the wildly bouncing ball.
But when he came back, ball in hand, and fitted her head into the crack of his bulging arm again, he squeezed her head tighter than ever!
Her hair felt like it was tearing out of her scalp and her head felt like a raw egg about to crack open-and the pincer-like squeezing of his fingers into her jaw was causing her unbearable pain! She tried to keep her mouth closed all the same!
She bit fiercely on her teeth!
She thought he would resort to still more examples of he-man strength and brutalityby twisting her nipples, maybe, but he didn't.
Still keeping her head tightly squeezed in his arm, and applying pressure to her resisting jaw, he reached down her body wih his other long arm and found his way into her pussy which he began diddling ferociously with his index finger.
"Mmmmm-ooooo!" she groaned, responding to the insistent pressure of his finger on her clit but still trying to keep her jaw closed.
She would not submit to having a ball stuck in her mouth.
That was one indignity she did not think she would enjoy-being stuffed like a pig with an apple in its mouth! But he kept diddling her cunt in that firm, wonderful wayknowing exactly how much pressure to apply to make her cunt slick and wet.
It was becoming unbearable-she couldn't take it-it felt so good!
God! How she just wanted to open up and groan!
And all the while, while he increased the pleasure, he increased the pain!
His fingers felt like nails piercing into her jaw and she was slowly opening her mouth under the pressure! He diddled her hot cunt harder and faster! And squeezed her head in his biceps!
This time he shoved the red rubber ball into her mouth, mashing it in, and he held it in with his thick able fingers and then slipped the rubber harness over her face.
Now it was done-she had the big ball in her mouth, and the rubber harness held it in place! Now she couldn't even scream or yell!
But worse than that was the way he had done it-and the psychological effect it had had on her, she tried to tell her reeling mind.
All that had happened was that he had made her admit that what he was doing to her felt good-so good that she couldn't keep her mouth shut about it!
And also made her admit that what he was doing had hurt-hurt so much she had to scream and groan! And the combination of the two had given her an incredible orgasm! It had-her pussy was sopping wet! She had already come once!
And on her way up she hadn't even been horny!
She stared now at this man she called master with a growing sense of fear and danger and also admiration. As she swung entirely helpless from her chains.
Now that he had given her one orgasm, she remembered that she was only here for her own pleasure after all. Even if he did humiliate her in some ways-by making her get into indecent positions that she would never have assumed with any of her men-in what way was she really being humiliated, she asked herself.
After all, who was this guy-a nobody? If she met him on the street she wouldn't know him.
Besides she could probably buy and sell him.
So he had her now hanging, spread-eagled and naked and from the ceiling, with a humiliating ball gag in her mouth. But he had brought her off once, and well already.
All she had to do was hang there, he back and relax and let him pleasure her, so to speak. What kind of humiliation was that after all?
This was just a little kinkier than the kinds of ways she usually had men fuck her. And she was always in pursuit of new ways to get it from her men.
Then he stepped around behind her and started spreading some kind of thick axle grease across her anus! Oh, God, no! she thought with dismay.
This guy must have an anal fixation!
Well, so, she would have to grin and bear it. I mean, how bad could it be?
She asked herself. It could hurt, it could hurt a lot-it was embarrassing to have allowed herself to go this far with this guyand be trapped in this situation-but basically, after all, so what? So afterwards, she would walk away and no one would know, but this guy-who she didn't give a shit about anyway.
He didn't know her real name anywaywhat could he do to her.
Just then, as he was greasing her puckered anus, there came a knocking at the door
"Yeah, come in," her master called.
Joanna's eyes bulged wide-this had never happened before! And she tried to twist her head around to see who was entering! All she could see were legs!
Lots of legs!
"Here you are, gentlemen. I trust you will not be disappointed with the show. As you can see, the girl is tied and totally helpless!"
It was Madame X's voice! Joanna twisted her head to see the curvacious black woman, in a scanty bikini, leading in two men-they looked like businessmen.
Businessmen from out of town, two guys in from Detroit, buyers probably for some big store here to take . in the delights of the Big Apple that they couldn't get at home!
But no one had informed her of this! No one had told her that this would be on the agenda! She was outraged! She would talk to Madame X about this!
She writhed and twisted in her chains, but there was nothing she could do to twist out of them. The men were staring at her fascinated.
One of them, a middle-aged man with thinning hair in a suit, came up to her and touched and tested the chains. "They're real; chains, Frank," he said softly."
She looked at his crotch and saw his dick rising!
The other man came up timidly beside her and touched her boobs while looking at the master, as if afraid of doing something that wasn't allowed.
"Go ahead," said her master, smoking a cigarette as if bored.
The second man, named Frank, touched he boobs over and over again, as she hung face down from the ceiling.
"Mmmmmmmm, oh! Oh!" he sighed as he squeezed and stroked her gorgeous white globes.
She bit into the ball gag fiercely-now this was an indignity!
How dare he-that stupid little nothing from Detroit!
He would never dare touch her that way in real life-in the outside world!
Why she would walk down the street and pass him and never notice him more than she would a puff of air.
"Great jugs!", huh Bill?" Frank said to his friend.
Talking about her as if she were no more than a piece of meat displayed her for his pleasure. Who the fuck did he think he wasthe playboy of the western world?
Now Frank was squeezing her ass. Taking hold of her ass cheeks in his hands and
"Hey, Frank! Get a look at the beaver! It's the real thing!"
"Whhoooo-hooo!" the two yokels chortled.
They were squeezing her ass and her tits and all the flesh of her scented and expensive and delicate body as if she were no more than a piece of beef hung from a hook in a stockyard! How dare they! And now they were sticking their faces down between her legs and looking at and fingering and touching and sniffing her cunt!
"Whoooo-hhooooo!"
"Oh yeah! It's the real thing, Bill!"
"Gawd, I can't believe they can get girls to do things like this!"
"No kind of girl I know would do such a thing!"
"Look at that pussy, will you-just a'hanging there!"
Saliva began dripping out of Joanna's mouth as she bit on the ball so hard she could almost feel her teeth coming out the other side. "
Then someone else came in the room. She saw a pair of sinewy black legs.
It was a young black man and he was naked except for a black cock sheath.
"Gentlemen," her master said, "please sit down now, and the show will begin.""
"Hoooooeeeee Frank! We going to see some fucking now!"
"Yeah," Frank replied in short gasping breaths.
There was a broken down old couch against one wall and the two men sat down in it.
Madame X had left, closing the door behind her.
Joanna was seething with outrage and fury! This was no part of any fatntasy she had requested!
This was totally unacceptable to her and she would not stand for it!
Good Jesus fucking Christ-what were they going to do to her in front of these two rubes-and would she be able to stand it? Would she be able to stand up to it?
Sweat starting pouring out of her head from under her rubber mask.
It was the sweat of fear and anxiety.
Her arms started to feel as if they were being wrenched out of their sockets.
Her master walked over to a switch in the wall and pressed it.
Joanna heard a buzzing sound and then she realized that she was being lowered!
The chains were coming down out of the ceiling and her body was being lowered to the floor! When she was about a foot off the floor the buzzing stopped.
Her master flipped the switch off.
Her heart was pounding a mile a minute. Not until this moment had she realized how totally, how utterly she was in his control! Her body felt like a piece of machinery!
Nothing more-a cunt machine-a piece of living human flesh that had been incorporated into a machine, and was going to be fucked for these two assholes' pleasure!
"Aaaaaaaaghghghg!!" a groan of uncontrollable terror swept over her body and her mind like powerful waves pounding up the sands of the shore!
She screamed and twisted and writhed but in the head she was still in exactly the same place-hanging naked and gagged, from chains in a deserted warehouse!
If they left her here-who would find her?
They'd find only a naked emaciated skeleton!!!!
Her mind was cooking in terror and rebelling against what was happening!
NOOOOO! This was not happening! NOOOO! Not to her! Not to Joanna Riggland! Mistress Par Excellence! The black boy was mounting her body-riding on top of her back!
She knew what he was doing-she could feel him, rubbing the bundle of his cock, inside the black sheath, against her back and ass cheeks! He was getting himself hard!
To fuck her?
But why bring in a black boy to fuck her? These businessmen-they must have ordrered it!
How did they ask for it-: We'd like to see a nice young juicy white girl hanging in chains being fucked by a black man?
Or was it that her master was above performing^ for the sake of these two clowns!
OOH GOD NO! She didn't want to be fucked like a performing animal for these two twenty thousand dollar a year businessmen! The black boy had achieved erection!
She could feel it! She could feel his long spear growing along her ass crack.
She wiggled and writhed, trying to throw him off!
"Look at that hot ass, Frank!" Bill said likcking his teeth. "Oh yeah!" said Bill.
Both men on the couch were growing very excited.
"Let's see him fuck her now! Let's see him stick it in her!"
The black boy looked up at her master and he nodded!
Suddenly-Joanna knew why the master had greased her ass hole now!
She had almost forgotten!
Oh God no!!!! No! No! No! NO!
The tip of his spear was pressing against her anus now and she knew it was going to happen. Then sitting on top of her he started to sink his big dick in her expanding anus! Goddamnit-she couldn't help it!
That miserable little nigger was diddling her clit while he sank his cock in her!
Her master must have told him to do that-how she coudn't resist anything when her pussy was being touched! Shit!!!! Shit! Shit! Shit!
"Look at her ass hole take it Frank!"
"Jee-eeeessus!"
Shit!
She could feel the nigger's black cock penetrating her ass hole, and gliding easily in and out. He wasn't even diddling her pussy anymore!
Her shoulders were being wrenched out of their sockets and the pain was excruciatingfrom the black boy's added weight as he sat on her, made her pain unbearable!
And the goddamn thing was-the same thing was happening again!
The same thing that had happened before!
Her pussy was absolutely sopping wet-and aching for a piece of cock to fill it!
Was it the pain or the pleasure-or the horrible burning indignity of having these two jerks watch her get it and take it-she didn't know what but she knew she couldn't help getting excited! In fact, she was getting so excited that her whole body was starting to blush with lust burn! A flush rosy blush of lust covered her whole body.
"Get off now," her master said.
"Did he come yet?" Frank asked Bill.
"No, see-they're both gonna fuck her. At the same time. Just like we asked for."
"Both? Really? At one time? Can they really do that!"
"I told you they could. Now you watch and you're going to see.
Joanna closed her eyes and lived through a thousand humiliations.
So that's what was going to happen.
Knowing now-did it make it more bearable?
No, it did not.
For now she was living as in suspended animation-waiting for it to happen.
Now that she knew what it was, she also knew that it was inevitable.
What was going to happen! What were they doing now-what were they waiting for!
Why didn't they just fuck her and get it over with!
"Look how wet her pussy is Frank!"
"Jeeesssus!"
The black guy slid underneath her! So that's why she had been lowered one foot off the floor! His big pecker shoved right up through her legs! She could feel the giant size of his pecker between her trembling thighs-it felt like a redwood!
"OOoeee, look at that, Bill. Look how big that nigger's cock is!"
"They say they're all like that, Frank."
"Gawddamn! Is he really going to get that whole thing up off her cunnie!"
Joanna gritted her teeth in fury and seething anger.
All right, all right, get it over with, get it over!
She felt the master come up behind her and start to rub his limp dick up and down against her split open beaver and her thighs.
He wasn't even hard yet! She wanted to laugh-one final humiliation from her loving master-Oh! He was her master all right, if anyone was!
How well he knew what would humiliate her most!
It was as if he understood her mind better than she did!
She hated him for this, bitterly hated him! Hated him, hated him, hated him!
Once she got out of here ... She felt his prick start to get hard along her thighs.
Oh God--here it was-now it was coming! coming!
All she could hope for was that she could somehow control herself!
Somehow. How could she do it?
The one thing she wanted to do now was not to give these two-bit yokels a show for their money! Not give them something they could talk about afterwards when they went back to wherever it was they came from! She closed her eyes and prayed to whatever gods or goddesses there might be that somehow she would remain unmoved and could control herself! She felt the black guy's big cock open up her pussy meat and plunge in!
"Uhhhhhhhhhh! Uh-uhhhhh!" she sobbed and groaned.
She bit into her big ball, bit harder-that was what it was there for, after all.
To keep her from screaming. So let it work! Let her not scream! then her master's big-knobbed cock started working into the greased opening of her ass meat, that the nigger had already opened up for him!
Oh God! Oh God No! It was happening!
"Uhhhhh! UHHHHHH!" It felt so good! Bite the ball! Bite the ball! Don't let it show!
The nigger cock worked her cunt meat over-in and out, in and out, still slow, but smooth and regular! God! Every time the tip of his prick hit her clit!
"Uhhhhh!"
"Look at that cunt take it-look at her sweating! Wowee!" She bit the ball.
Her master's tool worked over her ass hole, penetrating deeper, opening her up, sliding the grease around! Jesus Christ-why? how could it feel so good!
Bite that fucking ball, girl! She told herself!
Don't come all over yourself for these two fucking jerks!
"Uhhhhhhhf Uhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhh!"
But she groaned again and again-it felt so incredibly, fuckingly, goooooooooddddd!!!
Maybe if she closed her eyes-just forgot about the two men, pretended they weren't there. So what if she got off-she could keep her eyes closed and never even see them.
And out on the street again, they wouldn't even know her if they passed her!
If she passed them on the street she could spit on them-and they would never know why!
The cock meat worked her cunt meat over, the other cock meat worked in and out of her ass. The double rhythm was getting stronger, building!
"Ohhhhhh!" her groans were becoming sobs! She could not take it!
She was going to come like a pig, like a whore, like a mindless cunt, in front of these two men who had paid to see some chick getting it in the ass and the cunt at once!
They wanted to see what it looked like!
What a girl looked like when she was forced to get it that way!
Sweat was pouring into her body as the nigger and her master forced her to take their cocks into her at the same time-penetrating her two holes simultaneously!
It was incredible!
She could feel the two stabbing shafts throbbings!
Two cocks! Two rods! And two holes! And both burning, throbbing cocks were inside her!
And both bulging throbbing shafts-inside her! And sliding faster!
"A U h h h h hhhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she was going to cme!
"UHHHHHHHHH!!!! UHHHHHHHHHHH!!! She was coming! She was coming!
The two stabbing spears shafted her two meat holes at the same time and th men buggered her simultaneously, pumping load upon steaming load of hot scum down her cunt and butt.
CHAPTER FIVE
Her tits were wobbling and trembling while her whole body shook and she let go completely in front of the two men watching, and her whole body shook and writhed as she came and came and came and came! Joanna recalled in the back seat of the cab.
God, how humiliating it all had been! She writhed to recall.
Never, never in her whole career as a dominatrix had she ever allowed herself to be humiliated in such a way-coming like a common dog, a bich in heat, like one of her maids-in front of some men-for their entertainment!
And she had come-good God! She had never come like that before in her life.
She felt like a slut, a harlot, a whore.
She had allowed those worthless men to watch her lovely body shake in its love vibrations and though she had tried to hold back, resist coming, resist revealing herself in that totally shameless manner-in the end it had been impossible!
The feel of that big slimy spear, of her master's!-going in and out of her ass hole while the black boy's cock serviced her juicing hungry cunt!!!!
It had been too much for her-and her senses had slipped from her and she had become nothing more than a come-machinea body shafted with vibrations.
She writhed internally and scrunched down in the back seat of the cab taking her home as she recalled coming to her senses, hanging from the chains, dripping with sweat, totally wiped out, hearing the voices of the two businessmen.
"What a hot piece of cunt!"
"That bitch took it up her cunt and her ass at the same time!"
When she got home she immediately called Renata into her bedroom.
"Strip," she told the beautiful Mexican maid.
The brown-skinned girl looked in surprise at her beautiful mistress and immediately her heart began pounding. Without asking questions she stripped.
Down to her stockings and heels and garters, of course.
"Now prepare my bath and bathe me," Joanna said.
She was feeling the need for the soothing loving touch of a woman.
Renata went into the richly decorated bathroom adjoining the bedroom and ran the bathwater, filling it up with oily, fragrant bubble oil.
Joanna let herself be emerged in the soothing bubbles and water.
Renata, bending over the marble tub so that her breasts overhung the side and glowed with water and oil too, washed her mistress tenderly.
The happy maid's cunt was already starting to tingle with anticipation and pleasure.
Could it be that her mistress was going to allow her to touch her?
She could only hope.
Renata washed Joanna with her bare hands.
She slid the perfumed bar of soap over her lovely mistress' perfect white round breasts and across her lovely neck and shoulders. .
She washed and massaged her mistress' back and then sank her hands deep into the white soapy water to caress and wash between her mistress' legs.
Joanna let her bruised and aching thighs open under the water.
She felt the gentle loving touch of Renata's long slender fingers rub aganst her thighs. Her own pussy began to tingle at the soft touch.
Renata ran her soaped fingers through her mistress' pussy hair and rinsed the matted hair clean. She could tell that her mistress had come back from another one of her mysterious disappearances where, Renata suspected, Joanna had some sort of sexual encounters. But the nature of these sexual encounters, Renata did not know.
And could not guess."
"Does that feel good, Mistress?" Renata asked with her charming, low, accented voice.
"Ahhh, yes, Reenata, rub deeper, it feels so good!"
Renata let the soap slip from her fingers and deep under the oily bubbled water, her fingers slipped in and out of her mistress' slippery pussy.
"Ahhhhhh, yes!"
Joanna leaned back in the big tub and relaxed.
All the sordid memories of the last few hours began to slip from her mind.
As she let herself be masturbated by her beautiful cinammon-skinned maid.
She opened her eyes. Renata's breasts were rubbing against her own.
Renata was leaning over the tub to squeeze her mistress' pussy.
"Get in the tub, Renata," Joanna sighed.
Renata kicked off her shoes and got into the tub with Joanna, still in her stockings and garters. The nylons clung' like a second skin to the Mexican girl's long thighs.
Joanna slipped her legs on top of Renata's.
Now they sat in the oily tub facing each other, and Renata continued to service her darling mistress with her fingers. Joanna hiked her hips up.
Her cunt was wide open and exposed, and half in the water, and half out.
Half-concealed by the luxuriant bubbles.
"Does it feel good, Mistress?" the overwhelmed maid said.
Her own throbbing pussy was immensely excited.
She could not remember the last time she had been allowed to get this intimate with Mistress Joanna. She surmised, correctly, that something very upsetting had happened to her Mistress that afternoon and she wondered if Joanna wanted to talk about it.
"Can I help you in any other way, Mistress?" she asked
"Come lie on top of me. Let me feel the weight of your lovely body lying on top of mine, engulfing me! Come!" Joanna held her arms out.
The lovely warm security of this beautiful warm Latin girl lying on top of her was doing her more good than the soothing warm fragrance of the bath itself.
Renata lay on top of Joanna. Their perfect round breasts, Joanna's white and Renata's brown, lay on top of each other. Renata rubbed her nipples against Joanna's.!
"So good, so good," Joanna moaned.
Being with a woman was so different from being with a man.
With a man it was all spears and thrusting-hard and relentless.
With a woman, however, there was all this curved warmth and trusting.
She had nothing to fear with Renata.
Lying together in the warm tub, their breasts rubbing and touching, their pussies melted into each other. Renata was rubbing her scruffy black pussy hair against Joanna's coiled red-haired cunt. Their labia opened and touched.
Then they were rubbing their open sexes together.
Both their clits soon were hanging out of their cunts, throbbing with excitement.
Renata began moving up and down on top of her mistress in the tub.
"Oh! Ohhhh, yes, Renata! Yes!" Joanna sighed and groaned.
"It feels good, mistress, it feels good!" Renata sighed.
The tips of their clits were tickling each other!
The warm throbbing of their-sexes permeated the rest of their bodies.
Just then the intercom in the bathroom buzzed.
"Answer it, Renata and tell Pernod that I wish to speak to no one!"
Renata answered an did as she was told.!
"It is Master Robert, calling you," Renata said.
Joanna said, "I said, I wish to speak to no one."!
Renata relayed this informatin and then listened to Pernod's answer.
"Pernod says that the young man is quite insistent about wishing to see you. He says it is very important."
""Tell him to leave whatever message he wants with Pernod. I do not wish to speak to anyone at this moment!" the mistress said, her voice becoming angry.
Renata again relayed this information and hung up.
Then she went back to rubbing her hot wet pussy against her mistress' open and willing pussy, in the enormous bathtub.
Joanna raised her legs in the tub and Renata did the same.
Now their cunts were smack against each other.
Renata began rubbing harder and their wet throbbing clits began to tremble and climax
"Ahhhhh, yes, Renata! Yes!" the mistress moaned.
Their pussies throbbed and came together
"Now run some clean water and let us dry off. Then we will go to the bed, Joanna said.
"Yes, Mistress," said Renata only too happy to comply.
She let the soapy oily water run out.
A puff or two of the soap bubbles clung to Joanna's round tit globes.
Renata laughed and scooped the bubbles off.
She was left staring at Joanna's pink-tipped breasts.
Renata noticed that the nipples looked swollen, as if they had been twisted.
Before the clean water even began running, Renata bent her head to those gorgeous mounds of tit flesh and pressed first one, then the other into her mouth.
Renata's mouth was hot and wet. The warmth felt incredible.
"You are a good maid, Renata," Mistress Joanna said, stroking her maid's own perfect brown-nippled breasts. She felt Renata's nipples rise in her hand.
She knew how much her maid wanted her. And that pleased and soothed her.
After they had rinsed off, and Renata had perfumed her mistress' body, she carried the lithe and limp Joanna to her blue sptin bed.
Joanna's hair was long and thick. Renata dried it and combed it out.
But it still clung with some remaining wetness to her beautiful mistress' jutting breasts. Again the lovely Mexican maid put those incomparable breasts in her mouth.
And she sucked.
Joanna could feel the corresponding glow mounting in her twat again.
Renata too had rinsed and dried. She had taken off her stockings and garters now, and lay on the bed on top of Joanna completely nude.
Joanna ran her hands over the back and buttocks of her beautiful and willing maid. "Such firm flesh-such curves! Such warmth and softness," Joanna said, practically to herself as she gripped and squeezed her maid's rounded buttocks.
Her finger slipped down into the crack between her maid's buttocks and she began wiggling her finger into her maid's ass hole.
Renata giggled.
"Do you like that?" Joanna asked with curiosity.
"Yes!" said the innocent maid, wiggling under her mistress' finger.
"It makes my nookie get all hot and excited," the brown-skinned girl added.
Joanna laughed. This Mexican girl had none of the hang-ups that she herself, Joanna, apparently had. To test out the truth of what Renata said, Joanna now let her finger slip from he oozing, wiggling asshole down to the cunt crack.
Her finger felt the wetness that resided there before she even pushed into the nineteen year old girl's cunt hole! But that, she found, was also hot and wet!
"Ooooooh! Mistress! You are good to me!" the happy girl cried out.
Spreading her thighs wide she wiggled her cunt on her mistress' finger.
Just then the intercom buzzed again.
"What can that be now?" Joanna demanded angrily. "Answer it Renata!"
Renata, sighing, moaning, groaning, picked up the intercom. "Yes?" she sighed It was Pernod again.
"There is an urgent message ... from Mr. Haggdedorn," he said.
That was Burt Haggedorn, the Texan.
Joanna said, "Remind Pernod that I have already said I do not wish to be disturbed! By anybody!" she emphasized with fury. And she wiggled her finger harder in her maid's cunt!
"Aaahhhh, yes! Pernod, the mistress does not wish to be disturbed again!"
The maid hung up, and spread her legs wider as sh lay on to op of Joanna.
"Is there nothing you wish to do for me, Mistress?" the panting Mexican girl breathed.
"Turn around, Renata, let us pleasure ourselves together."
Renata could not believe her joy on hearing those words.
Eagerly she turned around on top of her lovely mistress' prone body.
She brought her face to her lovely mistress' glinting red-haired twat.
Her own cinammon-colored thighs she spread wide over her mistress' head.
The lovely maid put her fingers to her mistress' honeyed twat and gently pulled the quivering pink pussy lips open. Then she put her face down to drink at her mistress' cunt! The pink flesh was soft and moist and her cunt sauce was sweet!
Her fat tongue brushed into her mistress' wet twat and made her mistress sigh and then her tongue spooned out her clit from the engorged, engulfing flesh.
The fat wad of clit meat trembled and throbbed against Renata's tongue.!
Joanna groaned. "Ohhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh that feels good!"
It seemed so long since she had allowed herself a warm loving encounter like this.
She almost thought to herself-what use do I have for men?
Her maid's fuzzy pussy was only inches away from her own mouth.
She regarded the girl's tender ass hole and then let her gaze drop to the fuzzy black pussy hair and the arching pink cunt lips. Her pink labia were throbbing.
Joanna slid down a little more on the bed and, while she let one finger slip up to her maid's charming asshole, where she inserted it and started wiggling it, she applied her mouth to the quivering hungry lips of the girl's cunt.
"Ai ai ai ai ai ai ai! Ooooooo! Aiiiiii!" Renata squealed in her Latin way.
Her throbbing pussy began to ooze and tremble against her mistress' face.!
Joanna sank her other hand into the girl's firm buttocks and pulled the wet throbbing beaver down onto her face harder. Then she closed her eyes and spread her own thighs wider.
Then the two girls became like one throbbing orgasm.
Buttocks and breasts were trembling like jello as the two girls probed each other's pussies with tongue and finger and the drenching pussy juice began to flow!
They sucked of each other's cunts and ate the beaver meat so sweetly.
Renata's cunt opened like a mouth and sucked Joanna's tongue deep inside.
Joanna gasped at her maid's incredible pussy abilities.
She opened and closed her own gasping cunt around her maid's able finger, delving deep into the wet folds of her sex, while her tongue played havoc with her clit.
The crescendo of their moans mounted.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! OH!" Joanna screamed and sighed and writhed.
"Ai! Ai! Ai! AI! AIIIIIII!" the Latin beauty cried and sighed.
Then suddenly both girls were licking thick pussy cream.
The cream coated both their tongues and the insides of their throbbing beavers!
They had come until both girls couldn't come any more.
Renata wiggled the tip of Joanna's clit one more time.
"Ami!" Joanna squealed, imitating her maid. "No more! No more!"
She rolled off. Both girls twats were bathed in white pussy cream.
The cream lay heavily in their pussy hair. They sat with their legs spread, looking at their cream-laden cunts.
"Mmmmmmm," Joanna sighed, diving down to eat the cream from off her lover's meat.
"Ohhhhhh!" sighed Renata, squeezing her own flawless tits and recalling the feel of Joanna's lithe tongue in her slot. The whole thing was too good to be true.
I really have been neglecting my household staff, Joanna thought, after she sent her charming maid away. That brought to mind Pernod.
Really he ought to be disciplined. Twice today he had disobeyed orders, interrupting her when she had expressly said that she did not want to be interrupted.
And then-when was it?-just a day or two ago, he had smirked, no!-laughed outright at Karl, the chauffeur, while she was disciplining him.
This could not be tolerated! She would have to restore some kind of order to her house.
She fell asleep that night-still not accepting any calls, thinking of how she was going to turn over a new leaf starting the very next day.
No longer would she waste her valuable and precious time in a drafty warehouse with that hooded actor. She wouldn't even think about that again.
It had been an experiment-but it was all over now.
What did she, Joanna, need with such "experimentations"?
She had tried humiliation, that is being humiliated, and it didn't suit her.
She had done it once. But she would not do it again. No.
Her flesh was not made for the likes of two-bit businessmen from Detroit!
Her cunt and mind were not made to be put on display for the pleasure of men whom she could wipe her feet on, if she chose to. But those two were not even worthy of that.
She had pleasant dreams all that night of all the things she would do to her servants and the men in her life. She had always been content with that stuff before, and she would devote herself entirely to it now. She woke up feeling happy and refreshed.
Robert and Burt kept trying to get through to her all day long.
But she was still accepting no calls, and she didn't answer any of their urgent messages. She was too busy overseeing the last details of her play dungeon.
It was practically completed.
Iron chains hung from the stone walls at all different heights.
There was a vast array of manacles, stocks to put hands and feet into, chains hanging from the ceiling and a very full wardrobe. Rubber and leather were well-represented.
Then of course there was the usual assortment of whips and chains, handcuffs and dildoes and gags. Joanna walked through the rooms proudly.
Pernod was at her side with a checklist in his hand, taking inventory.
He had told his mistress of the urgent messages being left by Robert and Burt, but she refused to listen to him and finally became quite annoyed.
"Pernod," she turned to him finally, "what is the matter with you? Aren't you happy here? Don't you want to stay here? Because if you don't quit bugging me, I'm going to have to let you go. Now pull down your pants and let me see your genitals."
Penrnod's face turned white and with trembling hands he put down his checklist and his fingers went to the fly of his pants. Then he was standing with his pants down around his ankles. He wore tight black nylon European-cut briefs.
Joanna saw the bulge throbbing behind the briefs and knew he was frightened.
As she fumbled for the flap in his briefs she realized that perhaps she had been ignoring Pernod of late. Being a mistress with many servants was no easy matter.
Just when you thought you had them all well-trained, and could forget about them, they all started acting up again.
For the truth of the matter was that Joanna had chosen her servants carefully to compliment her in her dominant role. For te mst part she had chosen servants who were into pain. Karl loved being whipped, Renata loved performing the most servile and humiliating deeds with men (whom she hated) for her mistress. Pernod's great pleasure was penis bondage. He loved having his penis tortured.
Joanna's smooth hand slipped into the fly of his black briefs and she put her hands around the smooth, limp, white male organ she found in there and pulled it out through the crack.
His white penis and pinkish balls hung down while he stood above her, blushing and humiliated. He felt humiliated because once again his limp cock was forcing him to confess how much he loved to have Joanna make his cock hard and then encase it one of her ingenious penis-torture machines! And he knew that she was going to make him saw it too.
"Say it Pernod!" Joanna smiled with pleasure.
It was true-she had been ignoring him. It had been weeks, maybe even a couple of months since she had paid any attention to Pernod's penis, encaging it the way he loved.
No wonder he had been acting so testy lately.
"Mistress, please! You know what I need! Why make me admit it!"
A hot tear rolled out of the taciturn butler's big brown eye.
She loved to humiliate him, loved to hear him say that nothing would make him happy but her own penis torture. Wasn't his manhood in enough question just by the fact that he needed her brutal touch to make him come alive?
Did she need his words, his confession too?
"Say it, Pernod!" Joanna caressingly teased his long limp prick.
Caresses were useless in making Pernod get hard.
Suddenly she plunged her long red nails into him limp cock flesh!
"Say it!" she screamed.
His teeth clamped together and he jumped off the floor!
"OW!" But his prick was hard and blood was pumping through it now!
He was starting to get hard.
"Don't stop!" he panted. "Please don't stop Mistress! Yes! I want you to put my penis in its cage! Please! Use the cage on me! I need it! I love it!"
He was grinding his teeth together while his cock throbbed under her nails.
She smiled. "That's better, Pernod. All right, we'll do some penis work on you today." She pulled on a silken cord and a bell rang in a back room.
That was where Joe, the Greek foreman, had his quarters.
Now that the construction work was over, most of the workmen had been dismissed.
But some of them were kept on as studs in the mistress' service.
There was always to be a couple of them on hand at all times.
Night and day.
For special occasions,, when Joanna foresaw that she would need more-for instance for the big party she was planning down here for some of her friends, other studs would be hired for the evening. Joe came out of his office.
"Yes, Madame?" he said. As always he was bare-chested and sweating. :
His bald head and oiled mustache gleamed and his broad shoulders and muscles flexed.
"Joe, get one of the hot young ones and bring him out here to me."'
"Yes, Madame." Joe disappeared.
Meanwhile, Joanna was walking around her butler, observing his swelling member, marked with the prints of her delving nails. :
She made him sit in one of the stocks and closed the stocks over his head. He was also made to put his hands and feet through the stocks.
Then his trembling cock was put into a small stock too, so it stuck out the other side from the heavy wood.
CHAPTER SIX
Joe sent out to Joanna the blonde hunky boy who she had gotten off on so much a few weeks ago-the new one, who was a welder!
Joe shoved him out into the main dungeon room dressed in nothing but rags.
His nakedness was hardly covered.
First she had the blonde hunk (Chuck) whip her butler's back until it was naked and raw. She knew that this had a minimal effect on Pernod's cock but that was too bad.
He had to take the bitter with the better.
But watching the young blond boy-who had some whip lashes on his own back, really get out his own anger and vengeance on her butler really turned her on.
His muscles rippled and flowed and sweat started pouring down her handsome blond stud's hairless chest. Sweat was ripping from his thighs, showing through his rags.
His lips snarled.
"Enough!" Joanna cried.
She walked saucily up to Pernod where he sat in the stocks with his dick hanging out.
She squeezed his fat cock between her fingsers.
"It's getting hard, Pernod," she told him cheerily.
Testing out the hardness of his cock with her fingers always humiliated and embarrassed him. She knew the only thing that could get him really hard was the cage!
She brought it out now-and laid it on athe floor nearby.!
Pernod's eyes grew round and bulged as he looked at the luscious intrument of penis torture. How he longed to feel the long teeth of the inside of the penis cage biting into his tool and look down at the metal sturcture clamped around his cock!
She knew how he was suffering, just looking at the cage, so near and yet so far.
"Now, stud," Joanna addressed Chuck, "lay it on him again!"
Chuck recommenced with the lashing of Pernod's back.
The sight of the whole scene was making Joanna wet in her pussy, so she pulled apart the slit in her black leather pants and let her pussy protrude.
Her fingers slipped into her wet pulsing beaver. Her beaver hair stuck out, as did her sticky pink lips. Pernod watched, bulging eyed.
His eyes flicked from his mistress' pink wet beaver, which he was so seldom allowed to see, to the metal penis cage awaiting his cock on the floor."
Then when he could stand it no more, she made the stud stop whipping him and she went up to her butler. She attached the metal penis cage around his bulging cock.
His cock was really good and hard now, stimulated by the sight of his sultry mistress sliding her fingers in her slick wet cunt!
"Ohhhhh!" Pernod groaned as he felt the first bite of the metal jaws clamp around his hard male tool.
Joanna laughed and shook her long red hair over her shoulders.
She attached and fastened the metal chains of the cage around his reddened balls and gave the chains a good hard tug! Pernod groaned like a hound!
"Oooooowwwwwwww!"
That was when Joanna noticed that these stud's tool was hard and raised also!
She hadn't noticed him before, but he must have been watching her feeling her cunt with her own fingers. Or perhaps it was watching her torment and control the cock of her servant that had turned him on. She couldn't tell which.
But she got a new idea.
"Stud," she addressed Chuck. "Come here!"
She leaned back against a wooden saw horse and spread her legs wide.
Her bulging beaver really stuck out of her black leather pants slit.
The stud came up to her, as they both stood in front of Pernod.
The stud's cock was like a hard spear, pointing upwards, at the exact height and angle of Joanna's hot cunt
"Put it in me, and fuck me!" she told her surprised slave.
Then, while Pernod watched, while his cock got ever bigger with excitement, the stud made one jerking movement of his hips and thrust his big hard spear upside of Joanna's spread pussy meat! One thrust was all it took to get his prick in to the hilt!
"Uhhhhh!" Joanna groaned, mightily pleased with the strength and thrust of this cock.
She grabbed the tight hard little nipples of this smooth-chested slave and twisted them.
"I said fuck!" she whispered harshly into his ear. Did he think one thrust consisted of a fuck? She dug her fingernails into his nipples and he thrust into her again!
His cock was so thick and hard-it really filled her!
She started to writhe and squeeze her pussy on his thick pole!
Pernod was astonished! Never before in his life had he been allowed to witness his mistress' pussy being impaled on a pole! The sight excited and tantalized him!
It made his cock get harder and harder with excited impatience!
And of course every millimeter his cock grew, the more pain it caused him.
As his meat got bigger only to be forced into the impaling nails of his cruel penis cage! The piercing pain of those nails sticking into his shaft and tender penis head were, almost too much for the masochistic butler!
He practically passed out with pleasure!
The only thing keeping him from swooning was the sight of his mistress' tender beaver being split wide open by the young blond stud's shaft!
Pernod gripped the sides of the stock with his encaged hands and tried to keep himself conscious as he watched that big hard shaft fucking up his mistress' pussy!
Suddenly Joanna sank her fingernails into the young stud's thick shoulders and she sank them in deep! She leaned over and took one of his ear lobes in her teeth.
And she bit down hard!
"Yaiaiaiaiaiaiaiiiiiiiiii!!" The stunned stud screamed in anguished pain.
And he stabbed her pussy with more force and power than he ever had before!
Biting on his ear, sinking her nails into his shoulders and taking the huge forceful thrusts of his meat up her box, Joanna felt as if she were astraddle a tornado and she let go and came and came and came and came!!!
Chuck unloaded too in her hot pussy tunnel-as her pussy contractions practically sucked the prick cream out of him!
Never before in his whole life had he experienced an orgasm like this one!
It was though he was a rocket, propelled, shooting through space!
As his white sperm shot through the dark inner space of Joanna's nookie!
Then, after dumping six or seven loads in her, he was through and Joanna pushed him away. He fell stumbling backwards and landed on the floor.
His whole body was too spent to move. Joanna surveyed the two men before her, while she neatly snapped the black leather pussy flap back in place over her pussy.
What did she need men like her "master" for-when, whenever she wanted a man, she had men like these two around. She left Pernod where he was.
And told Chuck he could go back to his quarters.
Then she went upstairs and made up a guest list.
Yes, now that her dungeon was finished it was time to throw a party.
Nothing big, just an intimate affair for some of her closest friends.
She made out a list of instructions and sent them down to Joe, the Greek foreman.
She wanted him to have plenty of studs on hand for that night's entertainment-at least ten. And she wanted them to live on the premises for a few days before the party.
She wanted them to get lots of rest and sleep and eat nothing but thick juicy rare steak. She explained she would come down to supervise the meals herself.
That day, she sent out invitations.
In all the business of the party, she totally forgot about Robert and Burt.
Burt she did not consider one of her close friends.
He was only a recent dalliance, an amusement, and she did not intend to invite him to the party. And as far as Robert was concerned, she was tired of being bothered by the boy.
He continued to try to call her and see her.
Renata reported that he had even come to the door and tried to push his way in.
Burt had come by too, in his limosine. But Renata had turned him away.
"Thank you, Renata," Joanna said. She was really tired of Burt too, and wished he would take a hint and disappear from her life.
For the next few days she did nothing but think about and plan for the party.
She had practically pushed all thoughts of Madame X's, and what had gone on there, out of her head. She didn't think, basically, that the whole experience had affected her much. But she was working so hard at trying to forget it, that, as any good psychologist will tell you-she was repressing her memories of that place.
She repressed her memories so much that she even forgot to send in her check in payment for her last session with the "master."
So, on the day of the party, when she got a call from a sultry-voiced woman, it took her a moment to remember who the voice belonged to.
"It's Madame X, Joanna. I have not yet received payment for your last session."
Joanna stared at the phone and suddenly, in an instant, all her shame and humiliation came back to her. And her anger. Her blood literally boiled. "If you think I'm going to pay you a cent for that mistaken session of. .: .:!" Joanna practically stuttered as she groped for a word to describe her humiliation and anger.
Madame X's voice said calmly, "You came seventeen times, Joanna, your "master" counted."
Joanna's eyes became slits as she stared into the black phone.
"That man-who is not my master, who is nothing more than an out-or-work actor, has no* idea of how many times I do or do not come! That man knows nothing about me, and nothing about what it takes to make me come and what's more, he never will know!"
She screamed into the phone in a rage now.
"Your pussy was jumping all around his cock like a school of dolphins. Those were his exact words. I have carefully trained my employes in the art of detecting female orgasms and there can be no mistaking his observations.
"Are you calling me a liar?" Joanna hissed. "I said I didn't come!"
"Plus we have the testimony of the two business men who were watching and they said they saw thick cream oozing out of your cunt at the end when your master was still plowing you.
"That could have been my master's own come!" Joanna screamed, forgetting to call the man the unemployed actor and calling him her master again.
"No, because your master's cock slipped out of your wet beaver right after that and both businessmen said his prick was still completely hard. It was only afterwards when he stuck his cock back inside your butt that he shot off and came! And it was the same with the black man. His cock was seen slipping out of your cunt still hard, long after thick pussy cream was coming out of your cunt. You came quite a few times, Joanna!"
"Well what if I did! I still refuse to pay! I never gave my approval to having low-down, two bit observers participating in any of my scenes."
"Your master made a report to me after your first two sessions that you seemed to still be holding back, and dissatisified. You were not convinced psychologically that you were his slave. He recommended sometling more drastic to show you how much you were in his power and I gave my personal approval!"
"But I didn't approve it!" Joanna yelled.
"That's just the point, my dear," Madame X's voice was ever calm. "A slave does not get final approval over her master's plans. And you did come, like a son-of-a-bitch. It seems to me that our contract has been fulfilled in full.
"If you do not wish to take any more sessions with your master, that is your prerogative. However, you must pay for sessions past. That's one hundred dollars you owe me, Joanna," the sultry black woman said clalmly.
"You expect me to pay you for forcing me to take cock in my pussy and my ass at the same time, for the entertainment of two slobs from Detroit? You've got another think coming!!!!" the furious mistress screamed into the phone.
Then she hung up, slamming the phone down hard.
The nerve of that woman!!!
It took her several hours to calm down.
Oddly enough she found that all the anger from her conversation with Madame X had gone right to her pussy which was throbbing. Talking about that experience which she had tried so hard to forget had brought it all back to her.
She tried to ignore the throbbing in her pussy all afternoon, but finally she had to retire to her blue satin bedroom. This time she worked it out alone, not calling in Renata or anyone else. Instead she took out her dildo vibrator.
She slipped quickly and easily into fantasies of that terrible, horrible, dirty! nasty! scene on the tenth floor of that warehouse where she had been made to perform like a cunt for the amusement and pleasure of all the men!
The fantasies really took her far off into her own head, and the big vibrating dildo throbbing up her hole and against the tip of her clit made her spasm again and again.!
She poled herself with the large dildo, thrusting it up her again and again for hours that afternoon until she was finally satisfied.
Then she went to bathe and dress and get ready for the party that evening.
Her oldest and best friend, Barbara, arrived early.
Barbara was a beautiful brunette with a really incredible body.
"Darling-can I get a sneak preiview of your new love nest?" Barbara asked.
Barabara was a very dominant woman herself, but she had come stag to the party that evening. She was bored with all her slaves at home and was hoping to meet someone new tonight. Joanna gave her a personal tour of her new dungeon.
Barbara was really impressed with the whole layout of the place and all the equipment
"Wow! It's really fab, honey! I had no idea you were putting to such a big deal together."
They heard people mumbling and groaning.
"What's that?" Barbara asked turning around. She saw no one.
"Those are the studs in my stable," Joanna said proudly. "Would you like to see them eating. They should be having dinner now.
She took Barbara down a hallway and then into a small dark room without any windows.
There, at a long rought-hewn table, there were two lines of men eating!
Their legs were chained and manacled together, like the legs of men on a chain gang. Their hands were handcuffed together. They ate without knives or forks.
"My! My!" Barbara said appreciatively, walking up and down behind the bare backs of the practically naked men and surveying their equipement.
They were all eating steak that looked to be about raw, so rare was it.
And of course they were all forced to eat it with their hands, gnawing it from a bone.
They looked up at the two refined and perfumed women who had come in out of the corners of their eyes, and there was some mumbling among them.
But Joe quickly put an end to that by slashing at the backs of the offending mumblers with his long black whip! Barbara sighed and squeezed her thighs together.
"Oh! I can't wait for this party to get started!" she confided to her friend Joanna. "You always do give the best parties!" The girls went back outside.
The party began upstairs in the parlor where there were drinks and hors d'oeuvres.
Classical music played in a civilized manner on a fantastic sound stereo system, and glasses tinkled, as Pernod served. The chatter was polite and civilized.
This was the period Joanna liked to have to let people get acquainted with each other and get a fix on each other. So they would be able to pair up and mix better once they got downstairs. She had to talk to and greet everyone.
Then some of the guests began going downstairs.
Barbara took Diana downstairs.
"You'll never believe what Joanna has rigged up down here, Diana. It's just incredible! I mean it's just a very bitch-cunt's fantasy come true!"
The beautiful brunette showed the sexy raven-haired beauty the dungeons but then she took her behind the dungeons to the slave quarters.
Now the men were lined up in two lines facing each other.
They had all been outfitted with leather and brass cock rings and ball rings.
Some of them had their nipples pierced and the rings in their nipples were connected by golden leashes to the cock ring around the base of the cock shaft!
There were all sorts of men-dark-haired, blonds, older men, younger, and each and every one a stud. The array of long hanging and heavy penises was enough to turn any dominant female on! And Diana was no exception!
"Wow! " she said going up to one blond hunky he-man whose large equipment hung limp from the embrace of his penis ring. She began running her fingers up and down his huge hunky body and rubbing her leather covered tits against his chest.
"Mmmmmm, I like this one," th pretty black-haired beauty moaned.
Like all the men, this hunk was standing, chained by his hands and feet to a bar behind him. So he could twist and turn but he couldn't move away.
Not that he would want to. But he was made to stand there and take whatever the female guests wanted to do to him
"Well, he's all yours, compliments of Joanna," Barbara said glibly.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmm," Diana said unzipping her black leather suit and rubbing her nude tits now harder against her man's hairy chest. She pulled his cock up between her thighs and began riding back and forth on it, rubbing his growing cock against her leather crotch.
When he got good an hard she unzipped her suit even more so his cock could get in her cunt. Then she began slipping and sliding her beaver back and forth against his outright pole! This was too wonderful for words!! All these studs!
To do anything you wanted to them-and just have them stand there-chained and bound! Soon she was sliding her nooky up over his pole!
The man was staring down at her, grunting and wheezing. Her beautiful melons were out of his reach and she was in complete control. He was only there as a stud, to service her.
The brooding man grinded his teeth as the gorgeous black-haired girl used his body for her own personal pleasure.
That was when Diana realized that, if she slid her cunt up onto the big blonde stud's meat from behind, her face was quite close to the groin of the young buck chained to the opposite wall, facing her! She could take the young black buck's cock in her mouth at the same time that she was giving her pussy the meat of the blond's cock pole!
Soon the happy girl was ridingon the gentle blond's cock in her cunt while she sucked on the delicious black meat of the black boy's tool!
Truly she was in seventh heaven now! She could ride this pole and suck black cock forever, and she came quite a few times and still was able to go on.
She knew never to let either man come, of course. If she felt either cock starting to throb and tremble she would slip her mouth or pussy off and leave the cock entirely alone for a few seconds, giving it time to cool off. Then she would start up again.
She pulled both cocks out of her body at one time and then turned around.
Nosw she wanted to suck the penis that had been spearing into her cunt, and taste the sweet taste of her own cunt on the throbbing rod. And she wanted to pierce from behind her own hot nookie with the hard prong of the black boy that she had been licking with her tongue.
Once again she was speared from in front and behind by the cocks of the chained men.
"Isn't this fantastic!" Barbara called out from the next bench down, where she was sucking on and getting fucked by two different cocks too, from in front and behind.
"Far fucking out!" Diana drooled around the penis in her mouth! "Joanna always gives the best parties!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
The other women at the party were also choosing their studs and either dallying with them right then and there in the slave gallery where they were chained to the walls.
Or else, some of them unchained their studs and, putting their hands in handcuffs, led them into the main room, to experiment with and have some fun with Joanna's new dungeon toys.
Soon there were men in all manner of bondage and restraints.
When Diana was going down on the blond stud's cock, he accidentally shot off into her face! His prick cream filled her mouth before she knew what was happening.
The big blond stud actually looked rather frightened, terrified when he realized what he had done! Just then Diana, who was still getting "attacked" by the black man's cock in her cunt from behind, responded to her buttocks' squeezing pressure and he too shot off his steaming wads through his throbbing penis up her cunt!
She looked at her two studs with a deep grin of malice.
"I want these two!" she called to slave master and he unchained them and handcuffed them. She led them both, with their heads bowed into the main dungeon room where many people were getting it, kinkily, on. Looking through a lot of rubber clothing she found what she wanted. "A pair of rubber panties with two masks attached.
She made her male slaves bend down on their knees and bow their heads.
Then she fitted the rubber masks over their deads.
She could tell they were really frightened. Neither of them had the slightest idea of what was going to happen, and the total blackness of the rubber mask was enough to freak anybody out! Now Diana stepped into the panties, leg by leg.
As she pulled the rubber panties up towards her crotch, the heads of both men, stuck in the attached masks, came with her! Finally she snapped the rubber panties in place!
The blond stud's head was firmly held against her open twat!
The black boy's face was smack against her ass hole."
Now she would get double the pleasure and double the fun-oral sex in the cunt and anally, at the same time!
"Lick!" she told them reaching down and grabbing the black boy's and the white boy's cocks and giving each one a good stiff yank.
Two tongues inside her black rubber panties, starting licking her hot wet flesh!
For some reason, Joanna realized, as she surveyed the dungeon and saw that everybody was having a good time-all her friends that is, most of the men she had invited had come with their own women. It must be a trend, she thought.
Most of the men she knew were into monogamous relationships with their female slaves. While most of Joanna's women friends were much more into playing around the scene in their hunt for their perfect male slave!
In any case she was glad she had thought to provide Oona.
"Hey, what about us bachelors, Jo-jo," a male voice said coming up behind her.
She turned around and faced her old friend, Lawrence.
Behind him were Jake and Emilio, two more of her old time friends.
They had come hoping to run into some nice young cunt meat.
Joanna smiled. "Come this way boys, I have just the thing for you."
She led them into a private, separate little dungeon chamber.
What they saw chained to the wall there, totally naked, and gagged, and trembling, her nipples hardening in fear, was a totally soft, white, blonde woman.
"This is Oona, boys. She's all yours. You can do anything you want to her. She's a trained submissive!"
The boys stared at the nude, white-skinned trembling girl with hungry wolfish eyes.
Oona's breasts were large and shaped like big melons. They shook slightly as she whimpered beneath her gag under their gaze. Her feet were tied tightly together.
So the men could only guess what her pussy looked like.
But they could see her shining thatch of blonde pussy hair!
"Ooo Lla la!" groaned Lawrence and Jake rubbed his hand against his hot cock in his tight jeans and Emilio rubbed his sweaty palms toghether.
They all knew what they were going to do.
They were all going to gangrape and penetrate every hole of this luscious, "submissive" female!
Meanwhile, upstairs, someone had arrived at the house who was not on the guest list! It was the young, naive writer, Robert, come calling.
Since he had been turned away from Joanna's door so many times in the last week already by Pernod and Renata, Robert had decided to try and sneak into the house.
He had gotten the idea into his head that maybe Pernod and Renata were trying to keep him from Joanna for some reason of their own. He didn't believe they were giving her his messages. Otherwise-she would have answered him!
He left word how important it was that he see her!
Maybe Joanna was being held prisoner in the house by her very own servants!
These and othe naive, and romantic thoughts (he would come in and rescue her like a knight in shining armor!) were going through his head as he jimmied open the kitchen window and climbed inside. There didn't seem to be anybody at all in the house!
Joanna was not in her bedroom.
Robert searched through the whole house because, though the house was empty, he definitely had a sense that there were people around.
He couldn't figure it out.
Until he passed a door in the grand ballroom.
Standing in the middle of that shimmering shining room, with wall to wall mirrors, he seemed to hear lots of cries and groans! Where were these noises coming from?
Then he saw a door in one of the walls, concealed by matching wallpaper.
He went to the door and opened it.
There were wooden steps and now the sound of a crowd of people, groaning and sighing and moaning became louder. He knew there were people down there and he intended to find out who, and why they were down there, and what they had done with Joanna, the woman he loved!
What he wanted to tell her was that his stepmother Mae, Joanna's old friend, was coming to town with her older husband. They were arriving tomorrow.
Robert wanted to arrange for his stepmother and the woman he loved to have a wonderful reunion together. He knew how fondly his stepmother Mae remembered her sprightly childhood friend, the beautiful Joanna. He wanted his mother to love Joanna again as he now loved her-totally and completely with his whole heart and his mind.
And, at the very moment that Robert was sneaking through the kitchen window and prowling through the house, two big black cars had pulled up into the circular driveway.
Burt Haggedorn, the wealthy Texan, eyed the other black limosine suspiciously.
All along he had known that Joanna had other overs, but (except for that young twirp Robert-and he never had been able to believe that Joanna had taken that young stripling as a lover) he had never had to confront any of them.
But to his surprise, he saw it was a woman in the other limosine. A very beautiful black woman! She seemed to be signaling to him to come to her.
Like the gentleman he was, he got out of his limosine and went over.
"She is not home. At least, she doesn't answer the bell, or the phone," the beautiful black woman told him.
"I know," he said. "Do you have any idea where she is?"
The woman invited him into her car. There was a bar in the car and she offered him a drink. She started to tell him about herself. [
"I am Madame X and I provide certain services for people wealthy enough to afford them. Ithink perhaps you and I, Mr. .'. v.
"Haggedorn," Burt said quickly.
"Yes, I think you and I might perhaps be able to work together to our mutual satisfaction. There is something you want from this lady Joanna too, is that not right?"
Burt grimaced. She was damned right! He wanted a little fucking respect from Joanna. He had had about all he could take of her cunt ways!
She had just about rubbed his nose in the dirt more than once, and that was a hell of a lot more times than he had ever let any other woman get the best of him.
He was sick of it!
"What's your plan, Madame X. And what do you want from Joanna?"
She smiled. "With me it's a mere matter of money. She owes me a thousand dollars. Now I know to a wealthy man like yourself this is nothing. But I am just a woman with my own small business. I cannot afford to have my clients not pay their bills."
"What sort of business exactly do you have, Madame X, and what does Joanna owe you for?" said Burt intrigued, able to know a good deal when he smelled one.
"That is something I would very much like to tell you about," the beautiful black woman smiled. She tapped on the front glass.
"Chris!" she said to the chauffeur in front. "Drive! Drive anywhere! So Mr. Haggedorn and I can talk!"
The big burly chauffeur, whose full name was Chris Masterson, flexed his hands on the steering wheel and started up the car. His bulging muscles were cramped in the tight blue serge uniform. Slowly he drove away from the beautiful mansion, thinking of the beautiful owner of the mansion and the ways he had had her and what he had made her do.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Ooooph!" Oona cried as she was pierced anally by the big cock of Emilio.
Emilio, a South American, was an ass man and he had claimed her ass hole right away.
The three horny men had taken the charming blonde submissive girl down off the wall and tied her down on top of a large table, on her hands and kness.
They had tied her down so her charming butt was raised high in the air.
Emilio bent over and sank his teeth into her juicy white butt meat and she squealed!
His thick prick was opening her ass hole up and sliding in and out!
She gripped the knees of her other tormentors, Lawrence and Jake.
Lawrence had opened his pants and he was pressing his big penis into the big submissive blonde's mouth and making her suck it. Forcing it way down her throat.
Meanwhile, Jake, the hunky actor, had crawled underneath the arching body of the luscious blonde. He was slapping her big hanging white boobs and he reached up to take them, one by one, into his mouth where he sucked them.
He began biting on her throbbing swollen nipples.
Little whimpering screams came out of her throat while she was made to suck Lawrence's cock! Jake laughed underneath and bit into her bit luscious tits harder!
And he could bite her jugs as hard as he liked-for she had to take it! Had been trained to take it! A professionally trained submissive! They could do whatever they liked to her and with her! And anyway, even if she didn't like it, what could she do to get away?
He bit her jugs and began rubbing his stiffening prick against her pussy patch.
The smooth knob of his penis pushed into her pussy patch and soon found out her cunt lips. They were wet! He bit into one of her tits again and listened to her muffled scream and began stuffing his cock up her pussy!
Now the party was really getting started!
In the other room, Diana was really getting into having two men eat her out at the same time-one man, the big blond guy with his head stuffed inside the black mask attached to her rubber panties, was forced to work over her aching moist cunt with his lips and tongue for as long as she liked.
She looked down on him fondly. God! She loved the way his body looked, bent over, kneeling, with his hands cuffed behind his back, while his head was lost in the black rubber mask and she could feel his tongue moving in her wet slot.
She spread her thighs open wider with pleasure.
Joanna walking by, couldn't resist and she stopped to suck her girlfriend's large and swollen boobs while her girlfriend took on the pleasures of being licked out in the cunt by the anonymous man. Then at the same time, too, Diana was being licked out anally by the black man strapped into her rubber panties behind her!
She turned around to look at him!
His black body was bent over and on its knees and his muscles rippled as his head, buried in the black rubber mask that was attached to the back of her panties moved in her ass crack. He had such a long fine tongue!
Joanna was now handing out electric prods, such as those used on cattle.
She went by Dianna and handed her one.
Diana thrilled with pleasure as she realized what .she could do with this thing!
So while her black stud and her white stud, on their knees, heads in masks, ate her out, she reached out and turned on the "on" switch of her cattle prod and gave each one of her stud's a surprise! She stuck the electric cattle prod first against the large stiff penis of the black man! He jumped off the floor!
"YYOOOOWWW!!"
She heard his muffled scream come from deep down in her rubber panties, where his head was thrust between her ass cheeks. She chuckled mightily.
Then she brought the prod around to the blond in front of her.
He was still unsuspectingly churning up the juice in her cunt with his tongue!
She brought the prod between his firm hairy thighs.
His penis was rising up off the floor, stiff and hard, against his flat belly. She stung his spear with the prod! "ZOWWWWIEEE!"
From deep inside her cunt she heard his anguished scream!
What a fun toy she thought.
For, each time that she had zapped one of her studs she had noticed that they had both sunk their tongues much farther into her orifices than they had been doing before.
Which was just what she had suspected all along!
They could push their tongues in much farther than they were doing!
The bastards-holding out on her!
She gave them each another taste of her electric cattle prod and felt how deeply the tongues plowed her cunt and ass hole. What a wonderful party.
Meanwhile, young Robert was quietly creeping down the stairs.
He stopped at the landing and looked down below him with horror!
What he saw looked like a scene from Dante's inferno!
He had no idea that all these people were doing all these things to each other voluntarily! And getting great pleasure out of it all!
He thought he had stumbled on some horrible sect of S & M'ers, who were torturing unwilling people for their own bloodthirsty and sadistic satisfaction.
Where was Joanna in all this? he wondered. He had to find her and rescue her!
He crept down the stairs and into the party virtually unnoticed.
Everyone thought he was just another one of the guests.
He crept through the moaning, groaning, screaming, panting, writhing crowd, looking for Joanna. Then he saw her! He couldn't believe his eyes!
She was standing in her thigh-high black stiletto-heeled boots wearing nothing but an incredibly tight, erotic g-string and leather thongs crisscrossed between her breasts!
God! How beautiful she looked! Her long red hair waving free!
She had a whip in her hand and was waving it triumphantly!
Robert looked around, not understanding what he was seeing!
He saw the blonde girl tied on the table, rump in the air, being ass-fucked and fucked in the cunt and the mouth all at the same time!
He saw a woman with two men kneeling, one in front and one behind her, and their heads seemed to be stuck inside two masks attached to the panties that clung to her body!
He heard some piercing agonizing cries ringing out in the air.
"Aaaaghghgh! Aaaaghghghg! Aaaghghgh!"
He turned again to look at Joanna!
He saw now, quite clearly what she was doing!
A woman (it was Barbara, the lucsious brunette) was sitting naked on a table with her legs wide open and held high in the air. And a man was leaning over her.
The man's big prick was evidently penetrating the woman's trembling cunt lips.
Then what were those agonizing screams?
"Aaaaaghghgh! Aaaaaghghgh!"
"Oooooooo! Ohhooooooooh!"
Joanna raised her hand in the air again and again, and again and again she brought the whip down through the air, slashing against the taut reddening buttocks of the man penetrating the buxom brunette! It was the man's screams Robert heard.
But evidently to the woman, the man's pain was more than worth it.
Her groans of sexual lust being fulfilled each time Joanna brought the lash down on the stud's ass, thereby giving her girlfriend the benefit of an extra hard thrust, were quite amazing to hear. And to watch the ecstatic brunette's face as she received penetrating thrust after thrust from her male partner was unlike anything Robert had ever even dreamed of before! But now he understood something.
Something he hadn't understood before! All this was happening at Joanna's house. It was her house, and she was in charge here! Suddenly he understood the true nature of her dominating relationship! She wasn't the wonderful, warm and caring person he had mistaken her for! No! She was one of these people!
She was a bloodthirsty, sadistic woman, who loved to give pain!
Almost out of his mind with the pain of this realization, and without thinking what he was doing, Robert ran towards Joanna's uplifted arm and grabbed it!
He was trying to wrench the whip out of her hand and free the poor bastard whose ass she was whipping.Instantly there were screams.
"Crasher! Crasher!"
Many female hands and some male ones too fell on Robert and dragged him off Joanna!
Soon, in a moment, the terrified young writer found himself stripped and chained himself-yes! Chained to the wall with his clothes in tattered rags.
All the women were hissing at him and trying to claw his face in vengeance.
"Stop! Let him alone! He is my prey! Back! Everybody!"
Joanna slashed her whip through the air several times and people moved away.
Then she was standing before him, in all her Amazonian strength, legs spread wide, big hips and breasts floating. Her eyes blazing and her whip in her hand.
"So, now you know the truth about me, Robert," she said with a harsh laugh. "I told you, you were too young for me, but you didn't believe me. Are you ready now to know what a full-grown, mature woman is like?!"
She slashed out at him and the remainng tatters of his clothes fell from his loins.
His whole body was shaking! He whip had almost landed between his thighs!
She could have slashed his cock with that whip if she wasn't careful.
His mouth was bleeding where one of the women had punched him.
"There's nothing left about you Joanna that I could love or respect!" he hissed at her. "Now I see you for what you are and it makes me sick!"
He spat at her. So deeply had he loved her that his disillusionment was hard.
She jumped back and avoided his wet gob of spit.
But to teach him that a mere man does not (never!) spit at a lady she lashed out at him twice with her rawhide whip. Her two stinging lashes left two marks, bright red stripes, going up the insides of his trembling hairy thighs.
"For spitting at me that is a mild reproof, young man," she told him, while everyone watched fascinated. "Next time it will be your cock and balls!"
He spit at her again! "Go ahead! Whip me! Still you'll never break my spirit!" the young romantic cried. Really, he left her no alternative!
This time her whip sang through the air in two stinging buzzes and when she turned and left him chained to the wall a long bright stripe went down his cock and another slashed across his reddened balls. He was left to hang there.
The party went on.
Nobody of course, was upstairs to notice the big black limosine when it pulled into the circular driveway again. This time, however, a green sedan pulled in behind it.
"Is this the house of Joanna Maitrix?" a pretty young woman asked.
She had come up to the window of the limosine where Burt and Madame X sat talking.
"This is the house, madam, can I help you?" Burt asked.
He was scratching his head, wondering how the plot could thicken further.
He had already made a plan with Madame X to execute the final and total humiliation and submission of Joanna Maitrix which, as Madame X explained to the millionaire banker, was actually what the young dominatrix wanted and craved.
After all, she had paid for it, at the beginning.
But she had gotten cold feet, gotten scared.
Unfortunately she didn't realize the nature of the contract she had signed with Madame X, which said that the desired humiliation and submission was guaranteed.
Joanna, since she had failed to make her last down-payment on her plan, thought that that meant she was let off the hook and the deal was off.
But Madame X knew better. She had witnessed, time and time again, a rich society bitch, who had gotten cold feet and tried to back out, come weeping to her-Madame X, on her humiliated knees, thanking Madame X for keeping on with her program for breaking the spirit of the rich society bitch.
"I didn't know I wanted it myself! But you knew I wanted it! I didn't have the courage to go through with it myself! But I'm so glad you made me go through it!"
These were the words of gratitude Madame X had heard again and again from broken, and sexually satisfied women who had never before in their lives submitted to males.
And Madame X knew Joanna was no different from all those other women.
She looked up with curiosity at this pretty women in a conservative suit, now.
Madame X's spies had revealed to her that there was an orgiastic party in progress in Joanna's basement, which Madame X intended to capitalize on.
Was this woman one of the guests who had arrived late?
"My name is Mae Trevor. My stepson was supposed to meet me at the airport this afternoon but he never showed up! He doesn't answer his phone at home! I hope nothing has happened to him! The only person I know in this city is Joanna, and I came here hoping to find my son here with her. But I rang the bell and nobody answers."
The pretty, thin honey-blonde woman looked worried.
"Trevor," Burt murmured. "Is your son Robert Trevor?"
"That's him! Do you know him? Have you seen him?"
Burt nodded to Madame X. "Her boy might be inside."
Madame X smiled. She suggested, "Why don't we let Mrs. Trevor go inside and look around. I have a feeling she'll find her son Robert inside."
Burt had a key. He let them all in. In the ballroom they could hear the distant groans and cries. Madame X said, "There must be a basement. Do you know where the basement is, Mr. Haggedorn?"
Burt knew where it was. He opened the door. Madame X knew they had hit the jackpot.
They all walked down the stairs, followed by Madame X's chauffeur, who had changed into his leather straps and boots and hood. He had black leather gloves on his hands.
This time some people saw the strange crew of four people descending into the party.
Some people looked up in the midst of what they were doing.
"Who's that?"
"Who are those people?"
"Somebody run and get Jbanna?"
"Where is she?"
"Where's Joanna?"
Oona, the blonde strapped to the table with her butt up in the air, took Lawrence's huge explosion in her mouth. He came several times!
She took his cock down her throat like a car taking down gasoline into its tank.
Then Lawrence moved away. He was replaced by another man, a black man who stuck his limp cock in her mouth and it soon began to get hard.
Just then Emilo's cum exploded in Oona's white ass and she felt the pounding thrusts as he dumped his load in her. Then Emilio moved off, only to be replaced by another man. Oona opened her eyes, loving every minute of being chained down.
And she saw the four people coming down the stairs.
At that very moment Mae Trevor looked around the room and saw the white, bound, blonde girl. She saw one man taking his cock out of the girl's ass and another man puting his cock in her ass. She saw that the girl took a cock in her mouth at the same time and that her pussy. was also being speared by a cock underneath her.
She saw that the poor helpless wriggling girl was in chains!
Mae Trevor put her hand over her mouth in horror and bit her lip!
Where was her son!
She looked around the room at other people-the whole thing looked like a fantastic scene out of hell! She saw a woman with two men seemingly sticking out of her body.
With a wave of disgust sweeping over her, Mrs. Trevor realized that the woman had the heads of the two men up against his genitals and her ass!
"Oh my God!" she moaned swooning against Burt's shoulder. He helped her up.
"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" the sound of someone's love moans rose above the crowd.
Then Mae Trevor saw him! She saw her son Robert! He was in chains!
Totally naked and helpless, with scars as if from whiplash running up and down his thighs. She saw that a young woman was kneeling between his legs and her head was going up and down between his thighs. Her son's cries mounted.
"Robert! ROBERT! What have they done to you!"
The distraught mother screamed!
Robert opened his eyes and saw his mother! What an unexpected sight!
And just when the pain of his bruises, aches and cuts had been starting to turn to pleasure! For the young woman going down on his cockpiece was none other And, as she had known she would be able to do, she was finally beginning to teach the young man about the mysterious link between pleasure and pain.
About the wonderful ecstasy of submitting completely and totally to the one you love!
Never before had he felt her red lips rim his cock-and now, just when his prod was getting harder and harder and throbbing more than ever in her mouth...."ROBERT!"
Joanna pulled her face off her young slave's dick and turned around.
Instantly she recognized Mae. For a moment she didn't see the others who had come in with Mae. She was furious at her old friend for intruding where she didn't belong!
"How did you get in here? Who let you in?" Joanna whirled around and asked.
One of Joanna's friemds grabbed the young woman from behind and started to drag her off to some chains in the corner. Mae Trevor's blouse flew open and her own ripe juicy breasts popped out.
"Help! STOP!" the terrified matron screamed.
Just then, the hooded man stepped out of the shadows and tapped Joanna on the shoulder.
She turned around again, and saw him, and in spite of herself, shivers went up and down her spine. "You," she whispered dry-mouthed, "how did you get here!"
"Tell them to release that woman," her master said, from behind his rubber mask.
He had a big thick whip, much thicker than Joanna's which he kept feeling with his hands.
