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 Rendezvous With The Bitch - Chapter Five

   by kinkabella (c)2005

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   [FM+/F; D/s; bondage; humiliation; blackmail]

   "You're lucky the guests are arriving, slut, otherwise I'd tip this piss
all over your slutty ass," The Bitch said, referring to the stainless steel
pail on the floor between my spread legs.

   I glanced over that the small group of people that had just entered The
Bitch's dungeon.  There were three couples who looked to be mid-thirties or
so as well as two unaccompanied men - one young, maybe early twenties, and
the other much older, like The Bitch's neighbor.  The older man looked to
be the odd one out.  Unlike the others who all wore black leather or, in
the case of one of the women, a short dark green PVC dress, he dressed
casually in baggy white cotton trousers and matching shirt under a brown
corduroy jacket.  He reminded me of a professor I once had for classes when
I was at university.  The group greeted The Bitch and then moved in close
around me.

   The Bitch introduced me as her new slave.  Her guests all grinned at me
as they listened to The Bitch tell all sorts of lies about me to the point
where it sounded like I had begged her to enslave me.  But the most
insulting thing of all was the way she called me a 'cheap slut' and that
she - she, of all people!  - intended to educate me and transform me into a
'classy whore'.  I couldn't believe my ears but all of The Bitch's guests
nodded their assent and approval.

   "First things first," The Bitch said.  "She got a cock-gag in her mouth
and a nice big plug in her ass to get her ready for tonight.  All she need
now is something to stuff that slutty cunt of hers."

   The young guy among the guests volunteered to fuck me, but The Bitch had
other ideas.  I watched as she sauntered over to a storage locker in the
dungeon and take out a very large, dark brown colored dildo.  As she
returned with it I could see it was modeled on a real cock, including the
pale pink head and even bumps and ridges of obscenely crafted veins.  The
Bitch gently slapped it against the side of my face for a moment, as if to
make me more aware than I already was of how long and thick the dildo was.

   I glanced nervously at the guests watching and then back at The Bitch.
She had a nasty glint in her eye as she lightly traced a line with the tip
of the dildo from my face, down between my breasts and then finally close
to my defenseless pussy.  My toes curled up off the floor and my hands
balled into small fists as The Bitch slowly forced the dildo into my pussy.
Once she had it fully inserted, she moved her hand away.

   "Don't you let it slip out of your cunt, slut," The Bitch laughed.

   The moment she moved her hand away I could feel the shaft suddenly slip
and inch or so.  Every attempt to contract my pussy around it threatened to
shoot the dildo out of me.  The Bitch waited until almost the entire shaft
has slipped out before she pushed it slowly back up into my pussy.

   This perverse little game of hers continued with The Bitch fucking me a
little bit with the dildo each time she pushed it back inside me.

   "She what I mean?" The Bitch asked her guests.  "The Slut's cunt is so
wet she can't get enough of this!"

   I closed my eyes as a deep blush of shame washed over me.

   "Are you wishing this was a real cock?" The Bitch asked.

   I knew she was asking me, but I felt too humiliated to open my eyes and
answer her.

   "Are you?"

   Each time The Bitch asked, she fucked me harder and quicker with the
dildo until I could barely stand it.

   "Well, all in good time," she said.

   The Bitch fucked me a bit more and then suddenly stopped with the dildo
thrust painfully hard up against my cervix.  She directed her neighbor and
friend to disconnect my ankle cuffs from the chains that held my legs
spread and told me to stand straight with my legs together.

   I felt relieved that I could finally bring my legs together, but there
were also the perverse sensations of the dildo and butt plug thoroughly
filling me, especially once my thighs came together.

   The Bitch told me to stand still like that while she sent her friend to
fetch her another rope so she could hobble my knees together.

   "There!" she finally said once she had my knees tied.  "Now, let's get
this party started."

   The Bitch invited all her guests to make their way to the other end of
the dungeon where they could sit in comfortable chairs while I served them
drinks.  It was an impossibly difficult task, trying to walk in the hobble.
My hands remained hitched up under my breasts too, which meant I could only
carry one drink at a time without spilling it, and even then, it was a real
challenge to keep the glasses upright.

   When I wasn't serving drinks, The Bitch had me stand next to her chair
while she and her friends chatted casually about all sorts of everyday
things.  The ongoing pain caused by the plug in my ass made it difficult to
concentrate on what anybody was saying, but I got the impression all her
friends were professional people and most sounded like they earned more
than the combined earnings of my husband and me.  The man in the brown coat
was apparently a psychologist and he seemed particularly interested in my
when he wasn't engaged in conversation with the others.  It upset me in a
strange way that The Bitch should have these sorts of people as friends.  I
mean they were all educated and articulate people, like me.  How could a
tramp like The Bitch ever fool people like that into thinking she was
anything at all like them?