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A diet of boot leather. Nutritionists swear by it.
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Ouch. The sticking of the cane’s head into the flesh before the short, sharp raps.
Delicious.
D.O.A (Dominated on Arrival) Part 2
His Lordship was settled in as the guest of Madam Kai. Owing money to her was a mistake, not just because she ruthless and her penchant for cruelty was legendary…..but for her own financial backers, who themselves were not nice people.
I stood at the doorway of the dungeon watching her work. Lord Albion was free of the sleep sack, but his naked frame was roped up and the leather panel gag was buckled tightly over his mouth. The squat dildo inside the gag kept him quiet as the Madam spitefully tugged at the bonds all over his body. His cock and balls were strictly bound and Madam Kai dug her boot heels into every inch of his flabby flesh. He grunted in pain, the still erect cock was bulging due to the rope around his shaft and his balls were practically blue. The cocktail of viagara force fed to him ensured he was hard for the entire time of his torture….a favourite form of humiliation and punishment that the Madam enjoyed.
She was part of the Dragon Chapter. A noble house of domination, originating in Japan, but operating across the far east for at least a century. With their expansion into the west, the Chapter became less focused on the beauty and righteousness of BDSM, instead looking to punish and milk weak men of everything. Madam Kai swung a booted foot at Lord Albion’s genitals, his cry was like a castrated mongrel as he sobbed.
I noticed the signs of her temperament starting to slip, her eyes were like fire as she slapped him hard across the face…again and again. The slaps became punches as all control had now gone. I moved toward her and gently took her arm. He needed to be punished, but not permanently maimed. She glared at me and uttered a curse in her native tongue….but she stalked off and sat on her throne in the room, the leather boots creaking as she crossed her legs. I grabbed his Lordship’s face, now puffy and nose bloody from his beating.
I informed him that the Chapter would be sending legal counsel to the estate and would be appraising the value of the house and all assets. If the sum was agreeable, he would be ‘encouraged’ to sign everything over to the Chapter, thus releasing him from his debt and a return to freedom. Of course, if there was a shortfall….other arrangements would be made. He feebly nodded and his head slumped to his chest.
Madam Kai stood and grabbed a fat butt plug from her box of tricks nearby. She inserted it roughly up his ass and walked out leaving him in a pool of blood and drool. I shook my head as the weak groans started to echo through the dungeon room. The viagara wasn’t wearing off anytime soon and I was betting that plug would be slowly and frustratingly working his prostate. Not enough to cum, but enough to leave him in a state of painful arousal. My thoughts turned to other matters and I headed upstairs to the main house. I had another guest to entertain……namely the little bitch we brought along.
As I ascended the stairs up to my rooms, I saw her cuffed to the railings at the top of the staircase, just as I requested. The beautiful purple latex catsuit she wore was from my own collection, the gas mask had been placed over the latex hood….no doubt her mouth was taped underneath. She whimpered as she saw me walk in, her breathing quick and shallow. The concealed vibes in the catsuit were working her nicely, as I leaned over and gave her a kiss on her head. Her tear filled eyes stared out from under the gruesome mask and I felt a little sorry for her, but my sympathy was fleeting, especially as I saw her tensing against the cuffs shackling her.
I recognised the signs of a vibe doing its job and she shook with orgasmic torture. Of course she was plugged too….and I imagined that would be helping her to climax. I unzipped the suit at the crotch and she was soaked. Clearly these upper class girls like it depraved and I was very willing to indulge her.
When I returned a few moments later with my new and very large strapon, her eyes widened in fear, the wheezing from beneath the mask getting louder and quicker. Well, his Lordship wasn’t going to be much use going forward and I was in need of helping hands around the house.
After a few more weeks like this, I’ll promote her to housemaid.
Part 2 of a forgotten tale….
Always a delight to see these Queens of Dominance enjoying their work.
Real sense of job satisfaction.
Move it, cow!
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