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The Gentlewoman’s Agreement
It had been a long and difficult ordeal, but here I was at the Contessa’s home, ready to enter into an agreement to save my life.
She sat, perfectly at ease with the proposal she had outlined to me. I stared at the long, leather opera gloves….their gentle creak and heady aroma filling my senses along with her perfume.
The tailored red dress framed her slender figure as she crossed her legs….dangling an expensive high heel in front of me. The gloves gleamed in the afternoon sunshine and she turned to speak. The red lips pursed and cruel, her raven hair tied up, and the seductive eyes glittered with amusement and spite.
“You’re a lucky boy, Simon. I was moments away from ruining you completely…..but leave it to a woman to save you.”
Her husky voice was mocking, the faintest trace of an Italian accent punctuating the last part of the sentence. She clicked her fingers and a young man appeared from nowhere. Within moments, the glass of barolo was in her grip and she took a healthy sup from the crystal vessel.
“I asked you here to show you exactly what your salvation looks like, and the price that has been paid for it. I think it’s more than fair, but I will understand if you disagree.”
She motioned the boy over and he poured me a glass of wine too. I sipped anxiously, not knowing what the Contessa would be confronting me with. I had thought back to my first meeting with her at the races. She was the epitome of regal elegance, the cool indifference hiding a more complex and corrupt character beneath.
The business arrangement we entered into was one that I’ll never forget. My part in it was reprehensible, and in exchange for getting away with my sins, the Contessa took that burden, along with everything.
Absolutely everything.
She glanced over and smirked….the gloved hand rested upon my thigh……knowing how she had acquired her fortune, the touch repulsed me. Seeing my reaction, her expression changed from playful superiority to a lioness-like disdain.
“How quickly you forget, my handsome boy. You were only too willing to let me touch you when we first met. Especially…….with these gloves. I seem to remember they had an effect on you? Perhaps before we head inside, I should settle your nerves.”
She trailed the leather clad hand toward my crotch and I became hard in an instant. Her cooing and soft whisper in my ear hypnotised me into a helpless toy. She expertly unzipped my trousers and my cock sprang free. She tutted at me and grabbed my shaft firmly. The soft leather gripping and now slowly jerking me off. Her lips parted and breathing deeper as I felt the start of my cumming. It never took long with her and she bent down to take me in her mouth, her warm tongue flicking across the tip of my cock. I tensed and she carried on as I ejaculated in mind numbing pleasure.
Her other hand clamped over my mouth to muzzle my grunts of bestial ecstasy as I thrust against her, she took every last drop until I was completely dry. It was done and I slumped in the chair, twitching from the orgasmic aftershocks.
She took up the wine glass and drained it to the bottom, before reapplying her lipstick. I glanced down at my cock, still hard and stained with her lipstick marks. Her look became hard as stone as she got to her feet.
“Drink up. It’s time.”
I shook myself free from my reverie and finished the glass in seconds before heading after her. We walked down the long hallway and headed into the main reception room. She ordered me to sit in one of the chairs and she walked out of the room.
As I waited, the young servant boy came into the room, pulling a wooden chest on a trolley. He bowed briefly as he saw me sitting within and then he took the chest off the trolley and placed it on the large coffee table. With that, he smiled briefly and left the room. I glanced at my phone. My stomach in knots as I prepared myself the Contessa’s big reveal.
You see, the Contessa was a known hedonist and in her ‘normal’ life, a former shipping magnate. She had connections to all manner of people and I helped her with some distribution issues. By the time I realised what she distributed, I was too involved.
The trafficking of fetishised slaves to various high powered types in society paid premium prices and for my discretion, I was remunerated handsomely. She herself indulged in the world of BDSM and her predilection for latex pet play was notorious.
The door opened and I heard the lady’s voice outside cooing in that seductive tone. The sound of shuffling got louder and the bizarre scene that faced me was one of grim horror.
My girlfriend, Lauren was the price for my reputation and my liberty. The Contessa had met her briefly and was considerably taken with her…..noting that she would keep my secrets safe in return for Lauren. I almost laughed in her face until she began to reveal the litany of evidence that would lock me up for a long time. She had the connections to stay clean, but me? Not a chance. So here we were…..my beautiful, gentle girl, now a sex slave of the depraved Contessa.
Lauren was almost unrecognisable, her entire body in glossy black latex, the hood and pony ears offering a clue to her current status. Her muted cries stopped by the bit gag between her teeth, connected to the leather reins wielded by her new Mistress. The Contessa appeared in front of me, her exquisite figure also clad in polished latex. The full hood exposed just her eyes and mouth, but I would know her from anywhere.
She smiled at me, the sparkle of triumph visible. She mounted Lauren and forced her to crawl into the middle of the room, all the time gripping the reins tightly. Lauren looked at me, her eyes red with emotion, her sounds pitiful. But this was her life now…..the alternative was unthinkable. I convinced myself that she would be cared for at least and I assume the Contessa saw my look of anguish. She dismounted her human pony and knelt down next to Lauren…..her gloved hand now gently between my girlfriend’s legs……touching, groping, fingering.
Lauren whined in protest as she was thoroughly used by her Mistress. After a while the Contessa stopped with the masturbation and examined her fingers.
“It seems my little filly is still quite shy. But she will learn to enjoy my touch. Hopefully she begins to cooperate……..I would hate to package her off somewhere else.”
I started to rise from my chair, but I knew I had nothing. Lauren was a captive because of me, and I had to pay the price too. The Contessa grinned again…..the situation must have been extremely pleasurable for her as she strode over toward me. A click of the fingers brought the servant boy back into the room. The Contessa handed over Lauren’s reins and she was led out of the room, snivelling in fear.
The Contessa was standing by me, her latex covered crotch was so close to my face I could almost feel the heat coming from her. The wooden box was now thrown open and I glanced inside. More shiny latex was contained along with restraints, gags and a chastity cage. She looked at me, her eyes twinkling with a malicious spirit.
“I can guarantee your girlfriend’s safety. She will serve me as a total latex slave……you will get a chance to spend more time with her too. The latex suit is ready for you, Simon.”
“Do you want to play?”