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Archive name: someone.txt (MF, bdsm)
Authors name: HenryG (spykke_jones@hotmail.com) 
Story title : Someone To Watch Over Me 

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Someone To Watch Over Me (MF, bdsm)
by HenryG (spykke_jones@hotmail.com)

***

Mild bondage but with a little twist and a moral - 
sometimes the con artist ends up getting conned.

***

My first attempt of a real BDSM story, it explores the 
well know concept of "the biter bit" and how it might 
work when a vulnerable soul is in the thrall of an 
unscrupulous one. I enjoyed developing the theme to the 
final encounter.

***

Shirley sat hunched over the keyboard of her PC typing a 
message into a chatroom. This was how she spent her 
evenings - every evening, 'talking' to complete strangers 
over the internet. She was a slim and classically 
beautiful woman of 20 and you might consider it strange 
that she spent her spare time in front of a computer 
instead of going out clubbing. 

The simple fact was that Shirley was painfully shy. 

She had her father to blame for this problem. Shirley's 
father had been a bank manager - a man with an almost 
infinite capacity for unnecessary pedantry. He ruled his 
wife and daughter with a rod of iron requiring everything 
in his home and life to conform to specific requirements. 
Any divergence or irregularity, no matter how minor, was 
treated as being a most heinous crime. 

His father had been in the army and rather than drag his 
son on every posting he chose to send him to a boarding 
school. The regime at the school had been severe with an 
almost obsessive requirement for discipline. This had 
moulded his attitude towards his wife and child.

It was Shirley who received most of his attention. From 
an early age she was required to keep her room and 
herself immaculately tidy. Any failing was treated with 
his standard punishment - she would be spanked with a 
belt, bare assed, across his knees. 

For many years she had accepted it simply as being the 
way of things but as Shirley grew older she noticed that 
a firm bulge would form in her father's groin, pressing 
against her belly. Usually her "punishment" would end as 
her father gave a groan and a damp patch appeared in his 
pants. Her ignorance of sexual matters meant that she did 
not understand the significance of what had happened.

Personal cleanliness was her father's particular passion. 
He had spent his early childhood in India and had learned 
the custom of washing his anus after taking a dump rather 
than the use of toilet paper. He had imposed this regime 
on his daughter. Each day he would inspect her panties 
after she had changed for bed. 

The slightest staining or mark would result in severe 
punishment inevitably involving a spanking. The 
experience left her paranoid over her personal habits. 
Every last pubic hair was scrupulously removed - not by 
shaving but by a combination of waxing and chemical 
depilatory creams. With careful use of a mirror she 
ensured that every last blonde hair was removed from 
every nook and cranny. She bathed twice a day and washed 
herself thoroughly after taking a piss or a dump.

Shirley's parents had been killed in a car crash when she 
was 19. Her main reaction was not to mourn. Instead she 
felt lost. Without her father to dictate to her life she 
felt like a rudderless ship - she had no idea how to cope 
with life. Her sheltered life had left her inexperienced 
with handling other people and socially inadequate. 

Shirley had been left well off in her parents will and 
although she had enough income for her not to work, she 
had got a job in a travel agents. It helped occupy her 
time and gave her some contact with other people. The 
other girls had the travel agents found Shirley a little 
odd. 

She was nice enough and a real "looker" but they found it 
tough holding a conversation with her. One of the male 
members of staff had tried particularly hard to get a 
date but found every request politely refused with a 
blush and a smile.

It was at work that Shirley discovered the internet. The 
travel business undertakes much of it's work through the 
net and she was fascinated by the world "out there". She 
was quickly hooked and she bought her own PC at home. 

***

One evening she was surfing at random - something she did 
when she had nothing better to do. Shirley would type in 
a word at random into a search engine and see what would 
be thrown up. She would then pick a link at random, visit 
the site and then pick a link from their links page. This 
way she would travel on a mystery tour of the net.

On this particular day she was to a web site with the 
strange name "The House of Discipline". Shirley read with 
increasing fascination. 

The site belonged to a guy using the handle "Lord Erich" 
who provided information on BDSM and a service as a Dom. 
The site had a discussion board which provided Shirley 
with a couple of hours of intriguing reading. 

She found it both fascinating and incomprehensible that 
all the people on the board enjoyed doing nasty things to 
each other. Something about the discussions on control 
and bondage struck a chord. She found the idea of being 
dominated somehow intriguing.

Not really understanding why Shirley decided to e-mail 
"Lord Erich". Somehow she felt that maybe he could help 
her get on track. 

***

Barry Price, aka "Lord Erich" read the e-mail with 
interest. Barry had been in the BDSM scene for quite a 
while providing a "personal" service to a number female 
clients. Barry was a 110% cynic who found it infinitely 
amusing that he could get women to pay him to tie them up 
and whip their asses. 

If, additionally, he got the chance to screw them, then 
that was a bonus. He had no genuine interest or love for 
BDSM. Whilst not being exactly a misogynist he loved to 
make women cry and whimper and beg. OK, you might argue 
that these attributes comprise a sadist but it was his 
cynicism and mercenary interests which counted against 
him.

Shirley's e-mail suggested a unique opportunity and he 
replied immediately in his most sincere and supportive 
style. 

"Perhaps we can meet to discuss your problems." he 
suggested. It transpired that they coincidentally lived 
in the same city so things looked quite straightforward. 

Shirley was surprised and gratified that "Lord Erich" had 
replied so quickly. After an exchange of more e-mails 
they had set a date to meet at a local pub the following 
Friday. 

Shirley spent the whole day in a state of frantic 
excitement. Part of her was terrified of meeting a 
complete stranger but on the other hand the prospect of a 
date made her adrenaline surge. 

As luck would have it the boss asked her to complete a 
rush mailing that day and she had to work until seven, 
leaving her only half an hour to change and get to the 
pub. She rushed home and with no time for her shower she 
changed into a simple white blouse and black skirt and 
set off to the pub, her heart pounding in her chest. 

***

Barry got to the pub early. He wanted to get a few pints 
down his neck and have a chat with the bar man (a good 
mate of his) before meeting the lovely Shirley. To give 
the right impression he wore an Italian silk suit, white 
shirt open at the neck and black Gucci shoes. Smooth but 
not too flash - he'd want to scare her off. 

As the time approached, he settled in a quiet corner of 
the bar to wait. Promptly on time Shirley entered the 
bar. Barry recognised her from the description she had 
given, and she certainly was a stunner. Slim and blonde 
with a face to melt the hardest heart. She had a fine 
pair of juggs, her white lacy bra just visible through 
her blouse. She turned, looking around the bar. 

From the rear Barry admired her slim legs encased in dark 
nylons, their slimness enhanced by her high heeled shoes. 
Her knee length skirt, dark and tight, was taught over 
her firm, round butt. Barry could discern the outline of 
her panties, a full style rather than a thong. He quietly 
promised himself that he would screw her or die in the 
attempt. 

He jumped to his feet and walked over to her. 

"Hi, Shirley I presume," Barry asked smoothly. 

Shirley blushed bright red. "Y. yes," she gasped. 

Barry guided her to his table and bought her a white 
wine. 

"My real name is Barry," he began. "Lord Erich is only 
for effect. I must say you are a very attractive young 
lady." 

Shirley blushed again, she was unused to such flattery 
and felt overwhelmed. 

They chatted for a while, mostly small talk, as Barry 
began the process of winning her confidence. As a judge 
of human psychology Barry was a master and at the perfect 
moment he began the hard sell. 

"So how can I help you?" he began. 

Shirley paused, gathering her thoughts and then described 
how the loss of her parents had left her. She described 
her loss of direction and her need for someone to help 
her shape her life. Throughout Barry made helpful, 
understanding noises. 

"I see. What you seek is a form of mentor," he suggested. 
"Someone to take a firm grip of you and keep you in 
line." 

Shirley nodded. 

"Exactly."

"I think I might be able to help." Barry closed in for 
the kill. "But you must appreciate that my skills are in 
demand and that I already have a full client list. My 
time is very limited" 

Shirley looked crestfallen. 

"But I'm sure we can work things out." Barry added 
quickly. "You must understand that in order for us to 
reach a satisfactory conclusion I require absolute 
obedience and that I will need to know everything about 
you." 

Shirley was relieved to hear that he could help. She 
nodded mutely. 

"Two final points," Barry added. "Firstly, I must charge 
œ200 for each session. Secondly, you know from my web 
site that there will inevitably be some degree of 
disciplinary and sexual content, if we go ahead you must 
agree to that and we must set some working limits." 

Again Shirley nodded, too nervous and overwhelmed to 
speak. 

"Look, relax, take a drink," Barry was concerned with 
Shirley's response - he didn't want her to agree without 
understanding. It reduced complications later. 

Shirley took a deep drink of wine and relaxed a little. 

"Do you understand and agree to what I've said?" Barry 
asked. 

"Yes." Shirley replied. 

"What I can offer you is a structured program of 
discipline gradually increasing as you become more 
experienced until we reach limits set by you. Sometimes 
it will be difficult - you may experience a little 
discomfort, possibly even pain, also embarrassment. 
Nothing permanent and nothing intolerable but through it 
you will gain the confidence and self assurance you 
seek."

He knew he sounded like a third rate psychology text book 
and that it was all a load of hokum but the girl was 
lapping up every word.

"OK, lets set some boundaries." Barry wanted to get 
things rolling. "What about discipline?" 

"Er. I don't know. can I leave it to you to decide?" 
Shirley replied after some thought. She really had no 
idea what he meant.

"Fine, we'll start with minimal pain and see how you 
cope. Now what about sex?" 

"No sex, I'm a virgin," Shirley replied immediately. 

"OK, what about nudity?" Barry was a little dismayed but 
not put off. 

Shirley hesitated. "Is that really necessary?" 

"If I am to get full obedience, yes it is." Barry went 
for broke - he was determined to screw this little peach. 

"OK." Shirley finally agreed. 

"From now on when we are together you will only speak 
when I allow it and you will refer to me only as Papa. 
Understand?" 

"Yes Papa." 

"Now Shirley, I want to know everything about you. Lets 
start with what are you wearing. Tell me about it." Barry 
was looking forward to this. 

"A black skirt and white blouse, why?" Shirley replied. 

"Because I need to know. Now stop being obtuse and tell 
everything about what you are wearing." 

Shirley blushed. "A bra, hose and knickers." 

"Yes.. yes." he snapped impatiently, "but I need details. 
What sort of knickers?" 

"White." 

"Come on Shirley, I expect full details, type, when you 
put them on, everything. I expect complete and 
unquestioning obedience." 

"I understand, Papa," Shirley sighed. 

"White, cotton, hipster knickers. I put them on this 
morning after my shower. My bra is white, lace size 36C. 
I am wearing black panty hose." 

"Good, you're getting the idea. Now an obedience test. 
You will do exactly what I say without question or 
argument. Understand?"

"Yes papa."

"I require you to go to the ladies toilet. There you will 
take off your hose and knickers and you will bring them 
to me carrying them in your hand." 

Shirley blushed and looked at Barry in horror. She began 
to protest but then understanding, she stopped. This is 
what she sought, domination and obedience no matter how 
embarrassing it might be. She got up and went to the 
toilet. A few minutes later she returned, walking self-
consciously, her underwear in her hand and sat down. 

"Give them to me."

Barry held out his hand expectantly. Looking around 
quickly, Shirley handed them over quickly hoping that no-
one would see. Barry pressed them to his nose and sniffed 
before putting the items into his pocket. 

"Very nice scent - very feminine, now show me." 

Shirley looked at him in confusion. 

"You know what I require, show me that you have removed 
your underwear." 

"But I've given them to you, Papa," Shirley was bemused. 

"Ah, but you could be cheating." 

Slowly Shirley spread her legs allowing her tight skirt 
to ride up until Barry could see her smooth, exposed, 
slit." 

"Good, that's the idea. Open those legs wider."

She opened her legs as far as her skirt would allow.

"Don't mess about, child, I want to see some pink, open 
them wider."

Surreptitiously hitching her skirt up, she spread her 
legs until he could see the opening to her virgin cunt.

"Good, now I want to know your most intimate likes and 
dislikes. How often do you, bathe, what sanitary 
arrangements you use, how often you take a dump. 
Everything." 

Shirley didn't even contemplate protesting. She realised 
what was expected of her.

"I bathe every day when I get in from work. I shower 
every morning when I get up. I shave my body - except for 
my head, I don't have any body hair. I change my knickers 
twice a day, I hate to wear the same pair two days in a 
row. I go to the toilet every morning after breakfast. I 
use pads during my period. I clean my teeth three times a 
day. I like clean, fresh clothes. I hate nasty smells, 
dirty clothes and stale sweat. I have never had sex, I 
have never seen or touched a naked man. I masturbate 
using my fingers and a vibrator but I never put the 
vibrator inside myself. I have seen naked women on the 
internet and I think that my body compares well with what 
I've seen. I'm very shy and find it difficult to talk to 
strangers. Is that enough?" 

Shirley was gasping with nervousness and almost gabbling 
by the time she had finished, it had obviously been 
difficult for her to unload all this intimate 
information. 

Barry sat back astounded at the outburst. 

"Relax, you're doing fine." he soothed. 

***

For Shirley, entering the bar had been one of the most 
difficult acts of her life. Her heart pounded so hard 
that she thought it must burst. She felt as though 
everyone was staring at her. 

She had started with surprise when Barry touched her 
shoulder. 

Her first impression was favourable, a young, slim, 
handsome guy in a dark suit, and she felt an immediate 
attraction to him. He guided her to his table and bought 
her a drink. As they chatted Shirley began to relax but 
she felt a pang of alarm when he began to go into detail 
of their future arrangement, that is until she realised 
that he was beginning to exert a level of control similar 
to her father - finally her life seemed less chaotic, 
order was returning. Readily she agreed to all of Barry's 
stipulations. 

His instruction for her to remove her underwear was like 
a thunderbolt. "How awful," she thought, "I can't do 
this." Something in Barry's look told her that refusal 
wasn't an option. As she sat on the toilet pulling off 
her knickers and hose, again she pondered what she was 
doing but as she smoothed down her skirt she felt 
aroused. 

This was the rudest, sexiest thing she had ever done. 
Carrying her underwear back in her hand was the most 
difficult part. Anyone who chose to look would have seen 
what she carried and speculate what she was doing. No 
doubt some would consider her to a be a whore.

As she entered the bar she felt the unaccustomed 
sensation of cool air on her naked thighs and crotch, 
followed by a flush of heat and moisture between her 
thighs. She felt a pang of embarrassment as she handed 
over her underwear and Barry sniffed them, she shuddered 
when she speculated how strongly they would smell with 
the day's sweat and other things. Showing him her naked 
crotch had been difficult, no man had ever seen her naked 
body. Once it had been done, however, she felt a sense of 
release - it had been a watershed. 

"I think it might help our further discussions if we go 
to my house," Barry suggested. 

"Fine." Shirley agreed. 

Barry drove them in his Saab convertible to a house in 
the better part of town. As they entered Shirley was 
impressed with the quality and taste of the furnishings. 
Barry was obviously making good money. 

The lounge was huge with a leather suite, large 
widescreen TV and cinema system. One end of the room was 
entirely mirrored making the room seem double in length.

In the hall was a large solid wooden door. Barry unlocked 
it with a large key and led the way down.

In the cellar Shirley was shown Barry's "dungeon". The 
walls and floor had been covered in mock stonework giving 
the impression of a castle dungeon - she recognised it 
from pictures on the web site. In the centre of the room 
was a rack comprising of a number of adjustable beams. 

This allowed the securing of a sub in a range of 
positions. Ceiling beams fitted with pulleys allowed the 
suspension and trussing of subs. A huge range of straps, 
gags, ropes, whips, enema bags and other BDSM 
paraphernalia was set out on tables. 

"This is my work room," Barry grinned. 

They returned upstairs to the lounge. Barry sat down on 
the couch. 

"Undress!" He instructed. 

Shirley complied without comment. Soon she was naked. 

Barry was an expert on naked woman flesh and he concluded 
that Shirley was in a class of her own. Slim without the 
slightest hint of surplus fat or cellulite. She had full 
tits without any real sag and large pink aureole which 
tightened as the cool air brushed against them. Her lower 
belly was smooth, her slit peeking enticingly from 
between her closed thighs. 

"Come closer," he commanded. She obeyed. 

Barry ran his hands over her body feeling Shirley's 
shiver at their first contact. Silky soft but firm flesh. 
He felt each breast, testing their weight and softness, 
noting how each nipple stiffened as his hand brushed 
against then. He ran his hand down her belly and between 
her legs. 

Obediently Shirley parted her thighs. Her cunt was hot 
and moist, her juices smearing on his hand. She closed 
her thighs in reflex as his hand brushed her slit. 

"Don't resist me!!" he shouted slapping her hard across 
her thigh. 

Shirley gasped in pain, tears appearing in her eyes. 

"Sorry papa," she spoke quietly. 

He stood and slapped her tits hard, once and then a 
second time, leaving red marks on her pale flesh. Shirley 
cried out in pain.

"Don't ever disobey me again," he snarled." Turn around." 
Again she obeyed. 

Her butt was firm and smooth. 

"Bend over." 

"Yes Papa." 

Barry pulled her butt cheeks apart. Her tight, virgin 
slit and tiny pink butt-hole were revealed. He leant 
forward sniffing at her crotch. The smell of fresh soap 
with a hint of her musk sent a flood of lust through him. 
He leant forward and licked her butt hole. Using the spit 
as lubricant he pressed his finger into the puckered 
opening, pushing it in. 

Shirley shuddered in shock. The uncomfortable feeling of 
his finger penetrating her body was an outrage to her 
sense of cleanliness. 

For his part, Barry was thoroughly enjoying things. His 
finger pushed past her tight sphincter and into her body, 
only to encounter the hard contents of her bowel. 
Shirley's mind spun with embarrassment. With the 
excitement of the date and her rush to prepare, she had 
forgotten to take a crap. During the evening she had felt 
the fullness of her waste pressing down and demanding 
release. Now the sensation was unbearable. 

"Please papa, I need the toilet." 

"Wait," Barry's voice was stern. 

He briefly left the room and returned with a cat litter 
tray. He threw it to the floor. 

"Use that." He commanded. 

Shirley looked at the tray in horror. She couldn't take a 
dump in front of anyone else. She opened her mouth to 
speak in protest when she saw the look on Barry's face. 
She had no choice but to obey. 

She squatted over the tray. As she crapped every noise - 
the sound of her piss hitting the cat litter, the 
crackling of her turd as it eased out, the small farts - 
echoed around the room. When the foul smell of her waste 
filled the room, she thought she would die from 
mortification. 

Barry had never been particularly turned on by scat but 
the sight of a huge turd easing from this cutie's ass was 
a real turn on. 

Eventually Shirley finished. 

"I need to clean myself," she spoke more in hope than 
expectation. 

"Sorry, I can't help there." Barry replied. "I can't have 
you messing up my house though. Put these on." He threw 
her the panties she had taken off earlier. Shirley pulled 
them on, shuddering as the cotton gusset smeared against 
the waste that remained on her butt hole. 

"Sit down on the floor Shirley." 

Shirley moved to pick up her clothes. Barry stopped her. 

"No, you remain as you are until you leave. Sit on the 
rug, cross-legged." 

Shirley complied. Sitting in front of the litter tray she 
was unable to avoid the stink or the sight of her shit. 

"Good girl. From now on your life will be ruled by me. 
You will do what I tell you without hesitation. If you 
argue or disobey, I will punish you. Is that clear?" 

"Yes Papa," Shirley replied. 

"You will wear those panties all next week. You will not 
wash them. Understand?" 

"Yes Papa." 

Given Shirley's earlier comments about her likes and 
dislikes, he guessed she would hate fulfilling his 
instructions. He went to the desk and removed a ball 
point pen. Choosing an exposed part of her panties he 
wrote the word "Slave"

"There, if that isn't on your panties next week I will 
know that you have either washed them or changed them."

Barry was more than pleased with progress and finally 
allowed Shirley to get dressed. He gave her a lift home 
and instructed her to be at his home the following Friday 
evening at six o clock.

***

Shirley had mixed feelings as she lay in bed that 
evening. She had left her panties on to ensure that her 
sheets were not stained. The feeling of her sticky crotch 
was uncomfortable and disgusting. To her surprise she 
also felt excitement. This rebellion against her beliefs 
filled her with a strange lust.

Life during the following week was more difficult than 
she expected. Every day she imagined that her workmates 
could smell that she was wearing dirty panties. Getting 
dressed every morning was an ordeal as she felt the 
crusty gusset press against her cunt - she hated it. 

She was still able to bathe but no sooner was she clean 
than she had to put on these disgusting pants. She knew 
she could easily cheat and not wear the pants but in a 
surreal way she couldn't. Irrationally she imagined that 
Barry would somehow know if she cheated.

***

She arrived at Barry's house promptly the following 
Friday. She no longer felt very nervous knowing the sorts 
of things likely to happen. Again she wore her black 
skirt and white blouse. 

"Hello Shirley," Barry welcomed her. "Have a good week?" 

"Yes Papa." 

"I thought we would go for a meal tonight. I've brought 
you a new blouse to wear." 

The blouse was made of beautiful lace, expensive and 
rather more transparent than she normally wore. Shirley 
changed into the blouse in the bathroom. In the mirror 
she could see that almost every detail of her bra could 
be seen. When she returned downstairs Barry was most 
complementary. 

"Very nice, Shirley. It was made for you." 

Shirley blushed at the complement. 

"Just one problem. You bra interferes with the effect, I 
think you should take it off." 

"Yes Papa." Shirley sighed in resignation and returned to 
the bathroom. 

Without her bra the blouse revealed everything - she 
might as well be topless. 

"Still, my tits are pretty good, why don't I show them 
off." Shirley told herself, trying to boost her 
confidence. 

Barry was even more complementary when he saw her the 
second time. 

"Oh, by the way Shirley, isn't there something else I 
need to see?" 

Shirley understood, removed her panties and gave them to 
him. The gusset was heavily stained brown and smelled 
pretty nasty. The biro marking was still there.

"Hmmm, tasty what do you think?" he asked, offering them 
to Shirley to smell. 

As the panties were offered to her she could see the 
staining and cringed that her dirtiness was being 
exposed. She held them a few inches from her face, 
grimacing in disgust. The stink was disgusting. 

"You like it, eh?" Barry had noticed Shirley's expression 
of disgust. "Smell them." 

Shirley complied, cringing inside as her nose brushed 
against the filthy cloth. 

"Oh, maybe you should have a taste. Put it in your 
mouth." Barry was determined to give her a hard time. 

Shirley complied. Her mouth filled with the horrendous 
taste of her waste. She gagged. 

"Don't you dare puke!" Barry warned. "Suck them!!" 

Somehow Shirley complied. 

"OK, enough fun, put them back on and let's go," Barry 
was ready to eat. Shirley reluctantly pulled back on her 
pants, shuddering at the contact between the damp gusset 
and her pussy. 

***

Barry took Shirley to the most expensive restaurant in 
town. In spite of her resolve, the experience was 
horrific. As soon as the maitre d' took her coat Shirley 
could feel the eyes of everyone on her and hear the 
whispering. In spite of Barry's instructions, Shirley's 
shyness threatened to take over pushing her to edge of 
panic. It took all of her will power to sit there and 
suffer everyone staring at her tits. 

From the grin on his face Shirley saw that Barry was 
enjoying the whole experience. For the first time she had 
a slightly uneasy feeling that her arrangement wasn't 
perhaps what she had expected. 

"Its warm in here, I think you should open the top three 
buttons of your blouse," he sneered.

She complied knowing that her cleavage was now exposed.

In many ways the events of the evening were a pivotal 
point which changed Shirley's life. 

Part way through the meal she needed to pee and she went 
to the toilet. On her way back she noticed a man walking 
towards her between the restaurant tables. From his gait 
he was obviously slightly drunk and his eyes were glued 
to her tits which, she realised, were gently bouncing up 
and down as she walked. 

As he passed her the man was so engrossed with the sight 
of her tits that he stumbled into a table, knocking it 
over with plates and glasses crashing to the floor. There 
were gasps around the restaurant, not only in response to 
the man's accident but also at Shirley's brazen 
behaviour. Shirley stumbled back to their table, deeply 
embarrassed, while the man desperately apologised to the 
waiter. 

Barry had a face like thunder and he curtly informed her 
that they were leaving. They returned to his house. 

As they entered the lounge Barry turned on Shirley, his 
face flushed with anger. 

"You stupid, ignorant bitch, what the hell were you doing 
showing me up? No one makes a fool of me, why the fuck 
can't you do a simple thing like show off your tits 
without messing up?" he snarled. 

Shirley was shocked and a little frightened at his 
vehemence; it wasn't clear whether he was playing or not. 

"You know what happens to girls who screw up, take your 
knickers off." 

Mutely Shirley removed her knickers and handed them to 
Barry. 

"Open you mouth wide," he snarled. 

Shirley complied and Barry pushed the reeking panties 
into her mouth. Shirley struggled not to gag as her mouth 
was packed full of stinking cloth. 

Barry tore the blouse off her body and fiercely gripping 
one of her nipples pulled her down to the dungeon. He sat 
on a chair.

"Bend over my knees." 

Shirley obeyed and Barry pulled her skirt up and began 
slapping her naked butt with his hand. She immediately 
realised that he wasn't playing. Each slap stung fiercely 
bringing tears to her eyes. After a moment Barry stopped. 
Shirley could not see it but he had picked up a leather 
paddle. 

The first Shirley knew about what he had done was when 
she heard a loud slap followed by an excruciating fiery 
pain flooding through her rear. She tried to scream but 
all sound was muffled by her panties. 

"This was what you get for upsetting me bitch," he 
snarled as he paddled her rear fiercely. 

As he paddled her his temper increased and every blow 
became harder than the last.

Slowly her milky cheeks first became red and as the 
paddling continued darker bruises and ridges appeared 
until in one or two areas the skin broke and blood began 
to ooze. Shirley hoped that the pain would ease but if 
anything it intensified. At one stage she pissed herself 
after a particularly hard blow. Barry felt the hot 
wetness down his leg and a flood of arousal anger went 
through him.

"You've pissed on me to filthy slut," he shouted beating 
her even harder.

He was getting turned on like never before by this 
experience, his cock was rock hard and pressed against 
her belly. He thrashed her harder, her rear by now 
bleeding heavily, runnels of blood trickling down her 
thighs.

Shirley involuntarily wriggled against Barry's lap 
sufficiently to trigger his orgasm. She didn't hear his 
groan of pleasure but she certainly felt his cock twitch 
against her followed by warm dampness as his juice seeped 
through his pants. It was just like her father.

Shirley hoped that her rear would become numb but Barry's 
skill was in teasing out fresh pain with every slap. The 
pain was almost driving her out of her mind and she felt 
the room recede as though she was about to faint.

With his orgasm Barry's fury ebbed and he finally stopped 
beating her. Wincing she stood up, her face was red and 
streaked with eye shadow and tears. 

"You may go home." Was all that Barry said, dismissing 
her like a naughty schoolgirl. 

***

Back at her home Shirley's first instinct was to take hot 
shower. Her rear stung fiercely as she soaped it but she 
was determined to wash the filth of the whole evening off 
her body. She felt an anger which consumed her 
completely. That bastard had used her. She had been a 
fool paying him good money so that he could get his own 
gratification from her. He was just like her father - 
getting his rocks off as he beat her. 

She left the shower and toweled her body down - not an 
easy task when she reached her battered rear. She looked 
in the mirror to see that her previously superb rear was 
now a mess of red and purple bruises and lacerations.

The decision was made, Barry was now history - once she 
had had her revenge. 

With her ideas and feelings resolved she rang Barry the 
next morning. 

"Barry, it's Shirley," she began when he answered the 
phone. "First I want to apologise for letting you down 
last night, it won't happen again."

Barry was exultant that she had come back grovelling for 
forgiveness - he had the bitch where he wanted her.

"I would like to review the limits of our arrangements - 
I think it's time for us to move things along and change 
the boundaries, if you get my meaning," she continued.

Barry understood quite clearly, she was offering the 
chance to screw her. With his arrogance and twisted logic 
he assumed that the previous night had turned her on. 

"Of course, if you feel ready," he replied. "When do you 
want to meet?" 

"I can be over now, if you're free," came the reply. 

Barry jumped at the chance, he could easily cancel the 
session already planned with another customer that 
morning. 

Shirley slipped into a tight black dress but chose to 
leave her underwear at home. She slipped the now 
unspeakably filthy knickers in her bag. 

Barry's face was a picture of lust when he opened the 
door - he almost drooled as he let Shirley into the 
house. 

"Shall we go upstairs?" he asked planning to lead her to 
the bedroom. 

"No, I would like to go to the cellar," she replied, 
walking down the stairs. 

"A little fetish, eh?" Barry was grinning as he followed 
- he anticipated some serious fun. 

"Do you mind if I tie you up a little?" Shirley asked. 

"Fine, anything to please a lady." 

Shirley led him to the rack and quickly fastened his 
wrists and ankles so that he was reclining. A strap 
around his head held him fast. 

"Open mouth papa," she husked. Barry complied willingly 
and Shirley dropped a small blue object into Barry's 
mouth. 

"A little Viagra to help you out." Shirley husked. "100 
milligrams will ensure you keep it up. I don't have a 
drink to help you swallow it, maybe this will help." She 
leant forward a slowly spat a large gob into his mouth. 

The taste of her sweet spit was nectar to Barry. He 
swallowed the Viagra tab. 

Before Barry realised what was happening, Shirley pushed 
her filthy panties into his mouth and slipped a ball gag 
into on top, ensured his silence. She saw the shock in 
his eyes as he tasted her filthy pants.

"Tasty?" she asked, smiling.

She gave a second smile and left the room. 

Shirley made herself a coffee and sat down in the lounge. 
The viagra would half about half an hour to be absorbed 
and she wanted it to work to the max. She caught sight of 
the desk in the corner and decided to conduct a little 
research. The desk was locked but she easily levered it 
open with a knife from the kitchen. Inside were a diary 
and a ledger. 

It was quite clear that Barry was making serious cash, 
most of his clients were being charged over œ200 an hour. 
The diary was equally revealing giving explicit detail of 
what he thought of his clients. Shirley was appalled by 
the comments about herself confirming her own conclusions 
about him. He deserved some serious torment. 

She found the admin password to his web site in the diary 
and she quickly powered up the PC and logged into the 
site. There were the usual sections of picture galleries 
and mpegs. There was also a special VIP area. 

She found a link with the text "Cute blonde takes a dump" 
and clicking on it soon found herself watching a video 
clip of her shitting in the cat letter tray. She felt 
appalled and betrayed that countless other perverts had 
seen her humiliated.

She went into the hall and found a door near the end. It 
led to a small room separated from the lounge by a two-
way mirror. Inside were a professional video camera and a 
full video editing suite. It took her a matter of seconds 
to damage the equipment seriously.

This guy was about to suffer.

The half an hour was now up and she went downstairs. 

"Ready for fun, lover?" she smiled. Slowly she peeled off 
her dress, running her hands over her body provocatively. 
Slowly she ran her hand between her legs, her finger 
slipping in her wet slit. Shirley slowly sucked her 
finger, tasting her juices. 

Barry had rarely seen anything so erotic and felt his 
cock stiffen in his tight jeans. 

Shirley had found a hobby knife in the kitchen and she 
used it to cut off Barry's clothes, finally leaving him 
naked. The clothes had cost him a lot of money but were a 
small price to pay for the fun that was to come. His 
cock, now fully erect, lay throbbing across his belly. 
While Barry had seen her naked, this was the first time 
she had seen him. She was impressed. His body was hard 
and fit and his cock an impressive length. 

She placed her hands on his chest, rubbing and tweaking 
his nipples. Barry's cock twitched involuntarily. 

"Hmmm, you like that?" Shirley murmured before bending 
forward to take each of his nipples in her mouth, sucking 
and nibbling. Her tit brushed across Barry's cock adding 
the pleasure. Slowly Shirley ran her tongue down his 
body, taking time to lick his navel and then downwards to 
his cock. 

She loved the clean but masculine musk of his body - any 
other time she would have enjoyed fucking him. The end of 
his cock oozed clear fluid which smeared over her lips as 
she took his cock head into her mouth. Softly she sucked 
pushing her tongue between his glands and foreskin. 

Barry was in heaven - never before had he experience such 
head. He pushed his hips forward trying to thrust his 
cock deeper into her mouth. 

Shirley stopped sucking and looked up grinning. 

"Slow down tiger, this is going to last. You've got nice 
big cock Barry, I wonder if we can make it bigger." 

Very slowly she opened her mouth wide and eased his cock 
into her. Fighting the gag reflex, she allowed the cock 
to move down her throat until her lips pressed against 
Barry's hairy belly. Barry had never been properly deep 
throated and he felt the pleasure rise in his cock. 

Shirley felt the twitching in the cock and pulled back - 
Barry wasn't going to come yet. She allowed his cock to 
fall from her mouth, dragging a long strand of drool from 
her throat.

Shirley reached over to the table by the frame and took a 
large butt plug. Barry's eyes started in horror and he 
made a gurgling noise. He had used the plug on clients 
but had an aversion to them being used on himself. His 
mute appeal was ignored and the plug pushed in firmly. 

The unlubricated plug tore painfully at his sphincter as 
Shirley pushed it in but once in place it exerted a 
constant pressure against his prostate. To his surprise, 
the pressure magnified his pleasure tenfold. 

She returned her attention to his crotch taking each of 
his balls into her mouth sucking and rubbing with her 
tongue. He moaned with pleasure. Stopping she quickly 
reached for a thin leather strap which she fastened 
around his ball sack before attaching it to the frame 
below him. 

As she tightened the strap it pulled his balls down. 
Barry winced slightly with the pulling on his sack before 
the tension added to the pressure in his cock. He thought 
it would explode. Just to add to the pressure Shirley 
slipped on a rubber cock ring over his dick. 

Shirley stood back and admired her handiwork. Barry was 
now incapable of moving. His cock was hugely erect and 
purple in colour was securely and tightly bound. 

Slowly, infinitely slowly, Shirley moved her body over 
Barry - her tits brushing his cock, chest and finally his 
face. Positioning herself carefully so he could see, she 
rubbed her dripping cunt over his cock - to and fro, his 
cock sliding into her slit making small wet noises. 
Finally she positioned herself so his cock nudged into 
her opening. She pushed down until she felt it's pressure 
against her hymen. 

Barry was in a haze of pleasure, the moment of perfect 
penetration was at hand - in a moment he would buried up 
to the hilt in her body. He closed his eyes so he could 
absorb every nuance of the pleasure.

She held her position for a moment and then, to his 
dismay, lifted her cunt off him. 

"As I recall it, you enjoy seeing me piss and shit," she 
whispered. "Maybe you will like this." 

She eased herself up until her crotch was above his face 
and began to piss. She had a very full bladder and she 
release a powerful jet of her piss onto his face. The 
hot, stinking stream entered his eyes and nose and 
dribbled down the narrow gap around the ball gag. Barry 
struggled not to choke as his limited airway flooded. The 
stream of piss seemed to go on for an eternity and Barry 
began to believe that he would choke to death. 

Shirley wasn't going to let this happen and she climbed 
off. Barry looked both pathetic and ridiculous. Soaking 
wet and half drowned in piss with this huge purple hard-
on. 

She moved over to her dress and began to put it on. 

"Sorry Barry, I must go." She smiled seeing his look of 
deepest frustration. "It's been fun but I really am ready 
to move on. I'm afraid the Viagra coupled with the cock 
rings will keep you stiff for quite a time. There is a 
chance that the restricted circulation might cause the 
flesh of your cock to start to die but if I remember, 
I'll call the emergency services to release you in a few 
hours. Hopefully gangrene won't have set in before then. 
Thank you for your time and all you've taught me but 
you've been having far too much fun at my expense and I 
think you need to suffer a little."

"We won't be meeting again. Bye!" 

Barry watched as she disappeared upstairs and heard the 
sound of the dungeon door being locked, the key being 
broken in the lock, her walking down the hall and the 
front door closing. 

Softly he began to sob...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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