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Warning: This story is about non-consensual domination. It is
fiction, but it is erotic - despite or perhaps partly because it
is non-consensual. 

Copyright: Victor Bruno.    

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The Governor's Wife
by Victor Bruno

Part Thirteen

The hair seemed to stand stiff on Frank's head; an icy
shaft ran down his spine from the nape of his neck. It
was rather like an electric shock. Opening his eyes,
Frank saw his Mistress standing at the end of the
bed.... eyes blazing, mouth twisted in disgust.

But even in that moment of awful shock, such was the
strength of Frank's lust, that his hand continued to
pump until the last drops had left him. Then his head
slumped into the pillow and he moaned like someone under
torture. He found himself dribbling on to the
pillow-case and felt himself shivering. The aftermath of
masturbation was always something of a let-down .... but
for it to conclude like this was the equivalent of a
crashing fall.

"Did you hear me?" Hettie's voice was like a whiplash.

"I .... hha .... I aahh .... j-just c-couldn't help it
..... M-Ma'am ...." panted Frank. His voice sounded weak;
like that of a snivelling boy.

"How dare you! How dare you! In my house!" Hettie
sounded and looked beside herself with rage.

"I'm s-sorry .... I'm sorry, Ma'am," babbled Frank,
pushing himself up on the bed. Daggers of dread were
knifing through his belly. Oh Christ .... what was she
going to do to him. "You .... d-don't under ....
understand m-men .... Ma'am ...."

"Understand!" Hettie Page almost shrieked the word. "I
understand only too well. That's why I spend so much of
my time trying to control men's vile habits."

Frank's head slumped again and he found himself
shivering as if with fever. It was out of sheer terror.
He closed his eyes. I just can't take any more, he told
himself. Simply not possible. Anything would be better
at that moment. What little spirit he'd had he lost with
his semen. If she tried anything, he would simply have
to disobey her. Resist her indeed. Frank shivered even
more, his mind veering panic-stricken away from the
consequences.

Then a wet flannel hit him squarely in the face. "Clean
it all up, you revolting pig," rasped Hettie. "Then come
back into my bedroom."

Then she was gone as suddenly as she had arrived.

Wearily, wincing with pain, Frank scrambled about,
wiping the counter-pane and the carpet. He did so
through a sheen of tears. Oh how tired he was, how
wretched! How Humiliating to be caught out like some
schoolboy. Then to have to clear up his own mess.

Defeat seemed to rob Frank Lander of what was left of
his strength. Only with difficulty could he stand erect.
Or partially erect. The pain and tightness across his
rump made him crouch like some octogenarian as he half
stumbled out of the room.

O.K. then, so it would have to be a life sentence....

I just can't take any more pain this evening, Frank told
himself. He actually whimpered at the very thought of
the cane falling yet again over his agonised flesh.

It would be impossible to endure!

Frank was almost weeping openly as he staggered back to
the bedroom. Now he would be accused of rape when he had
not the strength to attempt it! The irony of that was
bitter indeed.

Hettie, now garbed in a red and white housecoat was
seated in an armchair sipping a drink. Frank saw her
only hazily. This woman has the power of life and death
over me, he thought. In the whole of his existence, no
person had remotely controlled him to the extent she did
at that moment. It was terrifying to be in the grip of
such power. It made one feel so utterly, utterly weak.

So submissive ....

So grovellingly submissive ....

Frank Lander fell to his knees and began to crawl across
the room.

"Mercy .... Ma'am .... mercy ...." he sobbed.

A beatific expression, which Frank could not see, spread
across Hettie's face.

Then Frank went flat on his belly and began to insinuate
himself over the carpet, rather like a snake, at the
same time raising his hands imploringly.

"Mercy .... Ma'am .... mercy ...." he repeated.

The smile on Hettie's face became even more seraphic.
She knew when she had a man absolutely defeated.
Completely broken. A worm she could grind under her heel
any time she wished. And the knowledge was like wine in
her veins. One of the pinnacles of pleasure that her
sadism drove her up and on to.

Exquisite joy!

Oh to have such power over a man!

She looked down at the whimpering creature at her feet.
It was amazing that a youngish man, so well-muscled, so
fit and hardened by prison life, could be reduced to
such a condition.

Yet it was so. And he had been reduced to it by her.

Her eyes wandered down to her victim's hindquarters. She
smiled faintly. They were a nasty looking sight. Yes
..... he would be most tender at that moment. It had been
quite a good thrashing; one she had enjoyed very much.
Most likely he would never have known anything like that
sort of pain before. The pity was, if she gave him any
more at that moment, he would probably have to be
hospitalised. And she didn't want that. Too many
complications. Besides, she wanted him back quite soon.
Still.... she could give him something to think about in
the meantime.

"Mercy .... mercy ...." Frank was still whimpering
softly and hopelessly.

"Stop that snivelling .... and stand up!" snapped
Hettie. "Are you a man or a weakling child?"

The remark didn't wound Frank Lander. He didn't really
have any more pride left. He forced himself up, however,
and, with head hanging a little, stood submissively
before his Mistress, conscious of his helpless nudity.
But at least his organ was now in a flaccid state ....
and likely to remain so for some time.

"Have you anything to say, you wanking little shit?"
demanded Hettie imperiously.

"Only .... only .... M-Mistress .... that I .... I am
s-sorry...." whispered Frank. Thinking of Hettie as his
Mistress had made him accidentally address her as such.
A flicker of a smile crossed her lips at the slip. It
was one she could forgive! "I .... I just lost control
..... a man .... a m-man ...."

"Don't go on telling me about men," intervened Hettie.
"You Frank, are going to be one of those men who learns
to control himself when he is in my presence ...."

"Yes, Mistress .... Ma'am .... yes ...."

"Shut up .... and listen!" Hettie smiled briefly again.
"However, you are right to address me as Mistress. You
will continue to do so in future."

"Y-Yes .... Mistress ...."

How eager was Frank to please. To submit and obey.
Whatever his Mistress demanded. He saw the warning look
come to her eyes and bit his lip. He must stay silent.
Speak only when spoken directly to.

"If you get an erection when attending upon me in
future, I shall thrash it out of you. Understand?"

"Yes .... Mistress .... y-yes ...." Frank shuddered. How
was he going to be able to stop himself?

"And, Frank if, when you are in my home," continued
Hettie with icy severity, "if you so much as lay a hand
on your cock without my express order, I shall make you
wish you'd never been born! Is that quite clear, Frank?"

"Y-er .... yes .... sss .... M-Mistress ...." Frank
experienced the draining weakness of terror. It almost
made him lose control of his bowels. He knew that the
Governor's wife would be as good as her word. "I'll
never .... do that .... again .... Mistress.... "

"I don't think you will," said Hettie with a thin smile.
"After I have punished you for it."

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