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Subject: The Governor's Wife - part thirty-two
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Warning: This story is about non-consensual domination. It is
fiction, and erotic - despite or perhaps partly because it is
non-consensual.
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The Governor's Wife
by Victor Bruno
Part Thirty-two
"Tired then, are we?"
Frank felt his bonds being untied. Realised that Hettie had at
last returned. How long had he been secured to that trestle
stool? There was no way of telling. His aches and pains had
scarcely eased at all.
"I have decided you can have some ointment on now...."
"Thank you .... oh thank you .... M-Mistress!"
Frank felt weak and subservient. In dread of his lovely
Mistress.... yet so grateful to her for easing his torment.
"Stand up ...."
Frank found it difficult to do so. His legs seemed to be made of
rubber. For a while he reeled from side to side, rather like a
drunk. He became aware that he was still partially in erection. A
man often was after sleep. But would his Mistress understand
that? Was it not possible he would be punished for his
indiscretion? The recurring cycle of fear within Frank started to
churn round and round again. Oh good God, would he never be free
of this woman again?
"Bend over .... touch your toes ...."
Obediently Frank bent. He was becoming more and more used to such
humiliating orders. And it was becoming automatic to comply with
them at once, whatever his private feelings. This woman was
brainwashing him as well as physically assaulting him. In other
words, she was taking him over completely.
The cooling, soothing cream went over Frank's weal striped
thighs. He moaned softly with relief. Then his buttocks were
attended to again. The need there had become less urgent, but he
was most grateful all the same.
"Stand up!"
Coated with ointment where he needed it most, Frank stood stiffly
erect. So too did his penis .... and he was both frightened and
embarrassed by this quite natural tumescence.
"I told you it was impossible for you to control yourself."
"Yes .... Mistress .... I'm sorry, Mistress .... I just can't
h-help it .... Mistress."
"It's disgusting ...."
"I .... I'm not lusting, Mistress .... truly .... I would not be
so .... so .... er ....disrespectful, Mistress ...."
"I should hope not!"
"I can .... can only .... s-say .... once again .... I'm
s-sorry.... "
"Well, there's only one thing for it. You'll have to be put under
restraint again."
"P-Please .... Mistress ...."
"Stop whining, you weakling!"
Frank felt sick with bitterness. How could a man with such a
powerful and rampant weapon be termed a weakling?
Yet he was. He was!
"Follow me ...."
Frank followed his Mistress from the bedroom, into the bathroom.
She was no longer naked but wore an attractive, powder-blue
housecoat. The fact that she could cover herself, or expose
herself to him, at will made Frank seem all the more inferior. He
had absolutely no say in the matter, as any normal man would have
done.
He watched as Hettie turned on the cold tap of the bath.
"Time you were cooled off," she said.
Up and up rose the water, until the bath was three-quarters full.
It was, he knew, being made ready for him. And he tried to brace
himself for the coming shock.
"Get in ...."
As rampant as ever, Frank stepped in. God .... how cold it was!
Really freezing, it seemed, yet it could not have been.
"Get down ...."
He slid down into the water, gasping breathlessly. There was not
only the shock of the water, there was the added sting of it on
his weals. He panted wildly as he threshed about.
"Ohh .... ahh .... ooohhh .... ooohhhh!" he gasped.
And within moments, he was aware that his erection was subsiding.
In every way .... yes, in every possible way .... his Mistress
had complete control of him.
"Out .... get out!"
Frank clambered out of the bath, his penis now quite flaccid
again. In moments his Mistress had locked the steel ring about
his penis. Once more, the slightest tumescence would bring him
cruel pain.
"That's better," said Hettie complacently. "Now you can clean
this bathroom up. You'll find everything you need in that
cupboard ...."
"Th-Thank you .... M-Mistress .... "
Ph, how subservient could you get?
"Afterwards, there's my downstairs lavatory to clean...."
"Y-Yes, Mistress ...."
"And, after that, all the inside windows."
"Yes .... Mistress ...."
Already she had given him enough work to occupy him for hours.
And already Frank was stiff, aching and tired. Yet there was no
point in protesting or pleading. His Mistress had issued her
orders and there was nothing for him to do but carry them out to
the very best of his ability. Indeed, it would behove him to do
even better than that!
"Get on with it then!" Disdainfully, Hettie swung on her heel and
left him to his devices.
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http://www.mschristine.com/bruno.html
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Christine & David Stevenson
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Warning! Turns your wife/lover into a Dominatrix.
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