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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 Twenty-nine

Frank's nose and mouth remained precisely where they had been.
Pressed to the centre of his Mistress's sexuality. Still at its
service, still ready to serve actively again, although for the
time being it had been ordered to remain quiescent.

His Mistress was drowsily sleeping. He could hear her quiet,
steady breathing. Sounds of contentment. Frank was well pleased
as he lay there between the warm, parted thighs, half drowning in
salty sexual juices.

Never moving.

In a state of homage.

The perfect slave.

Perhaps, from time to time, Frank slept too. He was scarcely
aware of the passing of time. It had ceased to have any meaning.
He had become simply an object, there to serve into perpetuity if
necessary. From time to time, his Mistress stirred fractionally.
A muscle would twitch, a limb move slightly. Instantly, Frank was
alert again, ready to serve to the limit of his being.

But no word of command came.

Resignedly, yet strangely contentedly, Frank waited.


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"Did you think I was going to let you off, Frank?"

Where was he? What had happened? What was happening?

Bonds again. Panic gripped Frank as he found himself helpless
once more. She must have drugged him, he realised. That glass of
water she had given him, seemingly out of the kindness of her
heart.

"Can you hear me, Frank?"

The game of 'Fido and his Mistress' was obviously over. "Yes ....
yes .... Mistress," he said. He found that he was trembling
violently all over. Oh God .... he would surely die this time!
How could she go on .... and on .... and on? Especially after
what he had done for her. After what had happened. Didn't that
make any difference? Hadn't he served her utterly? Given her
everything a man's mouth could give?

Frank felt bitter. So bitter ....

"It's five to three, Frank."

His brain seemed to freeze. The blood in his veins, too.

"Have mercy, Mistress," he whispered. Yet even as he did so, he
knew it was quite useless. He realised now he was tied face down
on the trestle stool, with a small pillow-bolster under his
flanks. It was just the same as the first time she had caned him.
But now the buttocks which were to be caned again were a mass of
red-raw tender weals.

I shall faint very soon, he thought. At least that is something.

But then .... then .... she will revive me .... and go on ....

Despair overwhelmed Frank and he sobbed deeply. No matter how
hard he tried .... and wished .... to be a man, it seemed
impossible.

"I have decided to go easy on you, Frank ...."

Hope soared up like a lark in the skies. Oh merciful Heavens!

"Partly because I don't want a lot of blood about the place.
Which I would get if I caned your backside...."

Oh wonderful, divine Mistress .... she was letting him off after
all, right at the end!

"So, Frank," continued Hettie, "I am going to give it to you on
your thighs." She tapped the insides of Frank's splayed thighs
with the cane. "It hurts there just as much, as you'll find out."

Frank suddenly realised his limbs had been pulled quite wide
apart and his ankles corded to some piece of furniture behind
him. Also he became aware, for some reason beyond him, he was
still rampant. His solid length was pressing against the woodwork
at the end of the stool .... and no doubt Hettie was aware of it.

She came round so that she was in his vision. He saw that she was
still completely naked. The deadly cane swung in her hand and his
stomach turned to water at the sight of it.

"Got all your senses back now, Frank?" asked Hettie. She stood
over him provocatively, legs astride, hands on hips. Her sex-lips
pouted prominently at him. Seeming to dominate him. The same lips
which he had so recently served so completely and utterly.

"M-Mistress ...." he began in a whisper.

"Answer me, Frank."

Tears of self-pity began to form in his eyes. How could she be so
cruel? How could she?

"Yes, Mistress," he answered.

"No knickers down your gullet this time, Frank," said Hettie.
"You can yell to your heart's content. However, I thought you
might like to have a look at yourself .... and me."

Hettie pushed a full length mirror, set on castors, so that it
stood a few feet in front of Frank. He had a clear view of
himself, securely bound to the stool. So distraught were his
features that he scarcely recognised himself.

The naked figure disappeared from view, and was then seen in the
mirror, standing behind him. Frank closed his eyes and sobbed.

"Frank!" said a cold voice, "if you don't keep looking in that
mirror all the time, I'll give you extra. Do you get that?"

"Y-er .... ess .... M-Mistress ...." Frank croaked hopelessly.

Oh God .... were there no limits to the devilry of this woman?

A Goddess of beauty to behold, she was Satanic through and
through!

Gazing straight into the mirror, Frank saw the curvaceous line of
Hettie's naked body .... saw her breasts bouncing and quivering
as she positioned herself .... saw her shapely hindquarters and
long limbs. This superb, naked creature was about to cane him
without mercy. Reduce him to a whimpering wreck.

"You know why you're getting this, Frank, don't you?"

"M-Mercy .... mercy .... Mistress .... I b-beg you...."

"For your outrageous suggestion to my husband. That's why."

"Mistress .... I didn't mean I .... I swear I didn't mean it!"

"Don't lie to me, you bastard!" rasped Hettie. "At the time you
certainly meant it. At the time you would have happily strangled
me. Is that not so?"

Frank groaned and momentarily lowered his head. What she said was
true. What point in denying it any more?

"Y-Yes .... mff .... mmff .... yes, Mistress ...." he sobbed
wretchedly.

"So that is why you are going to be punished. And deservedly so.
In a way, you're lucky. A threat to murder could get you a
ten-year stretch!"

Lucky!

Frank certainly didn't think so as the first vicious cut slashed
into the tender inside of his thigh. He realised at once that the
flesh there was more sensitive than that of his rump. He uttered
a bellowing scream of pain. seeing his own gaping mouth in the
mirror .... seeing his eyes staring wide in their sockets ....
seeing Hettie measuring him for the next stroke ....

There were twenty three more like that to come.

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

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         Christine & David Stevenson
     Authors of the Fem Dom Training Program
Warning! Turns your wife/lover into a Dominatrix.
Email enquiries to:- program@Ms-Christine.com
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