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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 Eighteen
Frank undressed, very conscious of Hettie's unswerving
gaze. How much more vulnerable and helpless one felt
when naked! He folded and stacked the clothes as he had
been directed.
"Now let me have a look at you. Bend over and touch your
toes, Frank."
Obediently he did so. Best to do so at once without a
protesting look or sound. The more submissive he was,
the easier it would be. In one sense, anyway.
"Oh that's good. You have done well. Healed up nicely."
A small cool hand ran over his tautened nates. "Yes,
just a little discolouration now. That ointment helps a
lot. Not sore any longer are you, Frank?"
"No, Ma'am ...."
"Haven't you forgotten something, Frank?"
He racked his brains. Of course!
"I beg pardon .... Mistress," he said.
"That's better. Now straddle your legs, Frank."
He did so apprehensively. Then he cried out and jerked
convulsively as he felt her grip him by the scrotum.
Hettie giggled.
"I have you by the balls, Frank," she said possessively.
"Both literally and metaphorically. How does that feel?"
"It .... it f-frightens me, Mistress," answered Frank in
a tight voice.
"It should do, Frank," said Hettie softly.
Then after a painful parting squeeze she released his
balls and took hold of his flaccid, dangling penis.
Frank gasped twice in quick succession.
"Been playing around with this, have we?"
"N-No .... no, Mistress ...."
"Not telling lies, are we?"
"No, Mistress .... I swear ...." It was true. Frank had
left himself well alone since that time Hettie had made
her shock discovery.
"Good," said Hettie in a motherly way as she squeezed
and fondled his length almost lovingly, it seemed. Frank
tried to ignore the sensation she was producing,
clenched his teeth as he fought for control. "Still that
doesn't mean you're going to escape punishment for what
you did." Frank began to sweat as he felt himself
beginning to swell. Oh God .... it was uncontrollable!
When she did things like that. Didn't she understand.
"You're going to get a hiding you'll remember for many a
day. You haven't forgotten my promise?"
"No .... n-noo .... M-Mistress ...."
Frank was beginning to stiffen as well as thicken. And
Hettie was actually beginning to manipulate his organ.
Actually to play with him!
"You are a randy swine, aren't you?"
"M-Mistress.... please.... Mistress.... I can't h-elp it
..... I can't st-stop it .... when you do that...." How
unfair to be punished for that, right at the start of
the day!
"You can't stop it when I don't do this, it seems," said
Hettie with another giggle. She had begun to toss Frank
more vigorously. He moaned and his thighs quivered as he
strove to resist his mounting desire. "It's alright,"
added Hettie, much to his relief, "let it come right up.
I'm doing this on purpose. Stand up straight ...."
With a groan, Frank stood up and quickly came to full
erection under Hettie's continuing ministrations. She
was smiling mockingly, teasingly at him, her face quite
close to his. He caught the scent of her, saw right down
the exciting plunge of her cleavage. Deliberately, she
was provoking him to the limit. In a way, challenging
him; showing her command over him. She was permitted to
bring him to erection; yet he was not permitted to bring
himself to one! Frank felt more like an animal, or even
an object, rather than a human being.
"P-Please .... Mistress .... please .... I c-can't hold
on .... m-much longer ...."
For a few more moments, Hettie continued, smiling all
the time. Then she withdrew her hand and Frank was left
with a solid, throbbing organ projecting in front of
him.
"It's quite a whopper, isn't it?" said Hettie.
"Y-er .... ess .... Mistress .... I reckon ...."
Suddenly Frank saw a tape measure in her hand.
"No .... It's me who is going to reckon," said Hettie
with a laugh. Then she quickly encircled his organ with
the measure. "Five-inch girth," she announced. Then she
measured the length, from root to phallic head. "Nine
and a half inches," she said "Not bad at all, Frank.
Better than my husband, anyway. I measured him up this
morning."
Frank was astounded by this intimate piece of
information.
"Aren't you pleased you're bigger than the Governor?"
enquired Hettie, grinning. "He's in charge of you, but
you're more of a man."
Frank simply did not know what to say. Anything could
have been dangerous.
"I .... I don't know .... Mistress," he said lamely.
He stood there meekly while Hettie left the room. What
game was she playing? A taunting game, obviously. One he
couldn't win. His erection stood out as solid as ever.
My God, he thought, I'd like to make use of that!
Perhaps .... perhaps .... she'd let him ....
Perhaps .... perhaps .... she was a little tempted by it
.....
Desire surged even more strongly through him. Oh dear
God, let it be so!
Then Hettie came back, carrying an ice-bag. "Cool it,
buster," she said briefly.
Reluctantly .... and with a gasping sob .... Frank
crushed the freezing bag to his genitals. In a matter of
moments, he had begun to subside. Then he saw that
Hettie was playing with some kind of steel ring,
twisting it round and round one finger.
"I have come to a decision, Frank," she said. "It is
that, at the moment, you are quite incapable of
controlling yourself voluntarily. So you will be forced
to control yourself."
Down .... down .... down went the bone of flesh ....
until it hung thick but soft.
What did she mean?
Forced?
How?
A chill of horror went suddenly through Frank.
He knew how.
Hettie Page was still smiling. Smiling happily and
sadistically. "That's right, Frank," she said, "I think
you've guessed it."
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