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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-one


How long this time? How long would he remain there, bound hand
and foot? Helplessly at her mercy. Enduring the ceaseless
throb-throb of the weals she had raised. It could be an hour. Or
it could be several. If she so chose, she could even leave him
there till the following morning .... now that she had arranged
for him to stay in the house for another forty eight hours. Even
that stay could be longer, for the Governor was like putty in her
hands. If she wanted something from him, she got it.

Frank groaned despairingly and, yet again, waves and waves of
self-pity enveloped him.

Oh .... it was all so unfair!

Why him? Why?

At that moment, it was almost impossible to conceive that, beyond
those walls, and outside the prison, men and women were going
about leading normal, contented lives. Eating and drinking,
loving and fucking, above all leading a normal existence. And
they knew nothing of what he was enduring. Nor would they ever.
Frank began to realise what it must be like to be shut up in some
Iron Curtain secret service prison. Lost and gone. With no one
caring. You were withdrawn from the mainstream of life .... and
that stream flowed happily on without you.

How cruel the world could be!

Admittedly, it had only been just that he had gone to gaol for
his crime (a large bank embezzlement) but it was monstrously
unjust that he should have to submit to this additional
punishment. He was in a prison within a prison .... with a gaoler
untrammelled by the normal conventions of prison life. No Board
of Governors to watch over her. She had a free hand.

And how she used it!

The mirror was still right before Frank and, every and anon, he
would raise his head to gaze at his lined, exhausted face, with
its reddened eyes. Oh God .... how tired he was! Not only
physically, but mentally. How long could he go on? Frank closed
his eyes. If he could sleep, at least he could forget his pains
for a while.

But sleep did not come easily.

There was not only constant pain, his mind was restlessly full of
wild images ....

Terrifying memories ....

Yet there were other images too ....

Frank strove to concentrate his mind on them.

Hettie's superb body. The intimate ways in which he had been made
to serve her. The memory of her scent and taste were still strong
upon him. His tongue probing .... her wriggling .... coming to a
climax....

Ah yes ....

Once again, Frank felt the solidity of his organ. And that
solidity remained with him until he finally fell into a fitful
sleep.

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