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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.    

http://www.mschristine.com/bruno.html 

The Governor's Wife
by Victor Bruno

Part Thirty-six

"FRANK SLEPT THE rest of the night in a log-like state. He
did not remember a thing after Hettie had left with
surprising suddenness. One moment she had been there, then
gone. Not a word did she say; simply turning off the light.

The next thing he knew was a loud buzzing sound. He opened
his eyes. It was broad daylight. For a few moments he
wondered where he was. Then the sensitive nature of his
buttocks and thighs brought it all rushing back to him. The
buzzing sound, he saw, was being made by a telephone handset
beside the bed. He stretched over and picked it up.

"Get down to the kitchen and make me some coffee. Double
quick!" Then the receiver was slammed down. Hettie Page had
given her first order of the day.

Still fuzzy with sleep, Frank ran downstairs and, having
plunged his head under a cold tap, began to make coffee. He
guessed his Mistress would not be in too good a mood after
the previous evening. The intimate contact between them
filled Frank with a sudden glow. But he mustn't think of that
..... it was dangerous.

Back up the stairs with the coffee on a tray. He knocked on
Hettie's door, his heart already beginning to beat faster.

"Come in ...."

Frank was startled to see that Hettie was not alone. The
Governor dressed in his uniform, stood by the bed, strictly
at attention. Hettie was naked but with blankets round her.

"Put it down there," said Hettie indicating the bedside
table.

"Yes, Mistress," said Frank humbly .... and hurried to do so.
Somehow he felt guilty and ashamed that the Governor should
see him naked, with his hindquarters so heavily striped. Not
that Frank could help it, of course. He stole a quick glance
at the Governor as he put down the tray. That pasty, lined
face was impassive as ever.

"What do you think of his backside, Robert?" asked Hettie.

"I can see he's had a lesson or two," replied the Governor
phlegmatically.

"True," laughed Hettie. "And they won't be the last, I'm
sure. Frank lacks control at the moment, I'm afraid. But
he'll learn.... he'll learn ...."

Frank stood sheepishly by the bed, not knowing which way to
turn and feeling his cheeks colouring. It was, to say the
least, a bizarre situation to be in. How could one tolerate
being the husband of such a woman, he wondered. But then, he
thought, I don't know how tight a hold Hettie has.

"Go and run me a bath, Frank," ordered Hettie.

"Yes .... at once .... Mistress ...." Frank was thankful to
be able to scuttle away out of their sight. Even if only for
a minute or two.

When he came back, ready to announce his task completed, the
Governor was still standing in the same place and Hettie was
leafing through some papers and photographs.

"This is the whole of the new intake then?"

"Yes, Ma'am ...."

Frank stayed discretely in the background while Hettie
studied the documents in front of her. Then she threw one of
the photographs down on the counterpane.

"This one .... this Vince Ridger .... you see him?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"He as big as he looks in this photo?"

"I guess so, Ma'am."

"Six foot four and broad with it, is seems. Weighs 190
pounds. And only 22. That correct?"

"That's what the documents say, Ma'am."

"Quite a hunk," said Hettie almost to herself. "Blonde, too.
My type. I want him brought over here at midday, Robert.
You'll bring him."

"Yes, Ma'am. Whatever you say, Ma'am."

Once again Frank marvelled at the Governor's subservience.
What a contrast to his behaviour in his own office! It made
Hettie's power over him seem all the more impressive.

"Right .... get out now. Get to work."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Robert Page, the man most feared by all the cons in
Oakhampton Gaol, bowed and meekly left the room.

Hettie Page, his wife, swung out of bed, displaying all her
charms blatantly and uncaringly. She strode across the room
and smashed the palm of her right hand across Frank's face.
He reeled back, gasping with shock.

"Why didn't you say my bath was ready?" she snarled.

"I .... I .... didn't want to .... interrupt ...." replied
Frank meekly. He had been right; Hettie was obviously in a
foul mood. Hung over, no doubt.

"Follow me ...."

Frank followed the bouncing bottom-flesh into the bathroom,
trying to suppress his instant desire. He watched nervously
as Hettie tested the water, then stepped into the bath.

"Soap me," she ordered peremptorily. She did not even look at
Frank and her thoughts seemed elsewhere.

Frank picked up the soap and, even more nervously, began to
apply it to her back. Then .... oh joy .... to her breasts.
It was a delightful task to have to do. But so, so dangerous.
It wasn't long before the inevitable happened. Try as he
might, Frank could not help himself. However, it was quite
some time before Hettie noticed it.

"Oh my God," she said, "I might have known!"

"I .... I'm s-sorry, Mistress .... truly ...."

"Animal," sneered Hettie. As if she never showed any animal
instincts herself! "Go and get me the ring. It's on the
bedside table."

"Yes, Ma'am .... at once, Ma'am ...." Frank hurried out to
fetch the cruel little device. The only certain way of
ensuring control.

Hettie was out of the bath when he got back and obviously
impatient. He handed her the ring and she began to put it on
even though he was still in erection.

"Please .... please .... " he whimpered as she began to
tighten it.

"Ape!" snarled Hettie.

"M-Mercy!" cried Frank. Then he was screaming and writhing as
Hettie continued to tighten the ring, cutting it agonizingly
into his root. Fortunately for Frank, the pain was so great
that he swiftly subsided. All the same, it left him on his
knees, bent over, clasping himself and sobbing
unrestrainedly.

"Perhaps that will teach you," said Hettie, quite
unconcerned.

Frank could only moan.

"On your feet. Come along .... come along. And now dry me."

Somehow, Frank forced himself up and completed his task. It
was indeed a torment to see and touch such loveliness ....
and to be so cruelly restrained. When he had powdered
Hettie's warm softness from shoulders to ankles; she pushed
him aside and went back into the bedroom. He trailed meekly
after. Just like a dog, he reflected.

And as he did so, it seemed to set off a train of thought in
Hettie's brain. "You'd better not try my patience today,
Frank. I'm not in the mood ...."

"No, Ma'am."

Frank bit his lips. "Yes," mused Hettie. "I think the best
thing to do is have you as Fido. Then I won't have to listen
to you or look at your idiotic face."

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