Chapter 5

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And so she did, grabbing his hair again with both hands and pumping away. One minute she was stroking smoothly in and out of him, teasingly complimenting his progress toward willingly destroying his key; the next she’d reverted to Master, cursing him vilely and bruising his lips as she pounded her crotch against his mouth and did her level best to make him retch. Alternating unpredictably like this, Nikki indeed at last succeeded in both blackly turning Alex on and making his heart swell with ever burgeoning love and devotion. Reading this remarkable accomplishment in his reactions, she finally slowed to a sedate enough rhythm that Alex could participate in fellating her and she could hold a one-sided conversation with him about their glorious new future together. “As you can see, slut-boy, and as I told you while f*****g you to the best and maybe last orgasm of your naïve young life, starting today we’ll be taking our wonderfully exciting and fulfilling Master/slave relationship to a whole new level. I think we can agree that your race and s*x are both deeply indebted to mine for past atrocities. And though I truly love you it wouldn’t be right if we didn’t try to balance the scales a little. From now on it’s payback time – payback with interest. Master is going to take out eons of grievances on you. And you will be excitedly submitting to everything she does if you ever want to use your p***s again. Starting by pairing with me to enter this amazing fetish contest I’ve just learned about.” Alex took advantage of the slower pace to slide his tongue out between his lower lip and the big hard p***s in his mouth, trying vainly to do something about the drool slicking his chin and running down his neck. Then he slid it lasciviously around as much of the pumping shaft as he could reach and coquettishly fluttered his lashes, indicating his enjoyment of his new status as slut-boy cocksucker. After that he raised his eyebrows to show his acceptance and interest, and urge that Nikki continue. She responded to this pantomime by giggling affectionately at him and again stroking his cheek like a loving mother. Then she proceeded. “It’s called ‘A Celebration of Female Superiority’, and should be right up our alley. Five couples will be selected to compete in each of four categories: display, restraint, discipline and reward. The prize is a million dollars and the title of Mistress Degradatrix and Slave. “You clearly don’t really need the money, and neither do I – now that I have you. But competing if we can and practicing beforehand will be the perfect opportunity for us to truly establish and deeply ingrain our new relationship. So here’s the deal: that chastity sleeve I’ve locked onto your p***s will only come off if you agree to enter this contest with me, and not until we’ve been either selected or rejected. “If you refuse to enter the contest – and of course take our relationship to this next level and beyond – I won’t remove it at all. Nor will I continue to accommodate your shameful secret fetish for female-delivered butt-f*****g. On the contrary, I’ll go to your computer in the next room and send all the scandalous details of it to everyone in your contact list. Then I’ll leave you here all tied-up naked, cored-out and c**k-locked like this and go back to Chicago forever. “You won’t be found until I call a bunch of reporters after I leave town and give them the juicy scoop about where you are and what you’ve been up to. With your late dad so important and all, the story will be all over the news and in the papers for days. “So decide right now Slut-boy – and by the way, that’s your new slave name, Slut-boy, and from now on you will always call me either Master or Momma. Anyway, nod your head that yes you will enter with me or shake it ‘no’ that you refuse. Say no, and I’m out of here forever right now, taking the key to your p***s with me. Say yes, and I’ll f**k your butt for the rest of my life, starting right now. I won’t even have to lube up to do it. You’ve got me nice and slippery already and your sexy little f**k-hole is still gaping like a tunnel leading to limitless pleasure – which it will be, if you make the right decision.” Addicted and in love as he was, Alex didn’t hesitate for a second. He bobbed his head as emphatically up and down as he possibly could with his Master’s c**k still f*****g his mouth. Indeed the unneeded coercion perversely turned him on even more than he already was. Suddenly he was as rabid as ever to have his pleasure portal pounded, and true to her word, Nikki didn’t make him wait for it. She beamed loving approbation at him, her mischievous smile lighting up the darkness like sunrise in Hades. Then she pulled her wonderful p***s abruptly out of his still eagerly sucking mouth. “I don’t know about you Slut-boy, but I’m tired of the boring old missionary position. It’s time to make f*****g you a bit more interesting!” With that she rolled him onto his belly. Then she f****d him longer, harder and better than ever, to more screaming orgasms than she’d ever yet managed. As for Slut-boy, without the confining sleeve on his p***s he surely would have come again himself, another unprecedented achievement. When at last their mutual celebration of their new arrangement was finished, he was drained and debilitated like never in his life: far too wrung out to bother worrying about what feeding his addiction the way he’d agreed to might cost him. Soon however he’d have many interminable hours in which to do so. Though the f*****g was done, his current ordeal was far from finished. In fact it stretched ahead of him forever. “Okay Slut-boy,” Momma announced once she’d caught her breath. “We’ve got a lot of work to do on you if we’re going to win that contest. You’ve taken to ass-f*****g and c**k sucking like the born slut that you are of course. And we’ve already introduced you to some nice light bondage. But it’s time to get serious. I’m going to really tie you up now. Let’s hope you take to it as eagerly as everything else!” Back to the voluminous handbag she went. First she produced a large, bulbous object nearly three inches thick at its widest. Alex recognized this from his sweaty surfing as a butt-plug, and he didn’t know whether to be excited or terrified. Too exhausted for either, he settled for agonized resignation as this was forced deep up his already woefully abused love-hole. Momma threw a switch then, and it began vibrating fiercely inside him, causing Alex to groan miserably and grit his bared teeth hard. “You don’t have to do that baby,” his loving Momma giggled with clearly counterfeit commiseration. “Let me give you something to bite down on instead. After all, we have to keep both your slutty little f**k-holes constantly filled while you’re in training.” She forced a hard plastic c**k – as big around as her own if luckily not quite as long – deep into his mouth. Secured to the butt of this was a wide leather strap, which Nikki wrapped and buckled tightly about the lower half of his face and the base of his skull in back, gagging Alex as thoroughly as could be. With both his holes then uncomfortably stuffed, he finally found out what his owner meant by ‘really tied up’. His legs, already each bound heel-to-thigh, were pressed tightly together, maximizing the discomfort of that buzzing anal intrusion, and firmly lashed that way. His arms were un-tethered from the frame of the bed, and his wrists untied long enough for his hands to be pulled around behind him. Straightaway then his wrists were re-tied just as tightly as before at the small of his back. Then his elbows were lashed tightly together too, so that his forearms were pressed against each other along the line of his spine and his overstressed shoulders were wrenched back practically out of their sockets. Alex sobbed and wriggled futilely. But Nikki wasn’t finished with him yet. She buckled a thick leather blindfold over his eyes. Then she tied one last rope to the lashings securing his wrists, pulled it down and through the one tying his folded lower limbs together, then back up to the buckle securing his blindfold at the rear. With that she pulled this tight, tighter, and then tied it so f*****g tightly off that Alex’ wrists met his ankles, his back was bowed into an agonizing arc, his shoulder-joints were stressed far worse than previously and even his neck was so radically extended that his head was stretched pitilessly up and back to face the canopy above him. Out of the blackness and misery engulfing him, Slut-boy heard his Momma speak with her customary amused indulgence. “There: that should do it. It’s now what, almost midnight? I’ll be back here to release you – and bang both your slutty little f**k-holes silly of course – sometime tomorrow evening. I might be rather later than usual though. I have to arrange for some of my stuff to be shipped from home, and give my hotel notice that I’ll be checking out at the end of the week. Of course I’ll be moving in with you to begin your around-the-clock slave training as soon as possible, and staying here at least until we hear back from Degradatrix.com about our application. So I’ll see you soon for some serious fun and adventure. Until then be sure to think about me constantly: about how much you love and worship me and particularly my big black p***s, and especially about how fabulous it will be to belong to me as my own personal slave for the rest of your life!” Alex heard and felt her pick her bag up off the bed. Then her tangible aura of supremely confident female dominance leaned toward him, and he felt her warm breath puff in his ear as Momma spoke softly but with a poorly suppressed giddy glee. “By the way Slut-boy, I think I forgot to mention that this contest is being broadcast live on pay-per-view TV, and carried on a global internet feed. So if we do get to compete, I’m afraid your shameful secret won’t stay a secret much longer after all!” Giggling delightedly at her earlier trickery, Nikki Washington gave him a motherly kiss on the exposed part of his cheek. Then she left him that way: blindfolded, c**k-gagged and butt-stuffed, cruelly hogtied and exquisitely suffering on his wealthy parents’ magnificent antique bed. The door closed firmly behind her, and the waiting began again. Darby Darby Jensen turned off the shower. She dried herself and wrapped her hair in a towel. As she stepped out she caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She stopped, and frowned thunderously. The expression looked – and felt – perfectly familiar to her. Darby had been deeply dissatisfied with her marriage for over ten years. That was nothing new. But lately, foreign as it was to her nature, she felt increasingly dissatisfied with herself as well. Now, studying her naked body in the mirror, she felt the old cheated rage rise with fresh intensity. A month shy of the dread milestone of forty, she’d put on weight lately everywhere but the one place that could have really used it. Always a bit stocky and flat-chested, she now observed that she’d become downright chunky to the point where her belly stuck out further than her breasts all around, and her thighs were wider than her always woefully un-curvy hips and ass. With her golden-blonde locks (her best feature) wrapped up hidden in the towel, it was getting hard to tell she was even a woman. Her severe, always more handsome than lovely face now just looked hard and forbidding, carved as it was with permanent lines of displeasure. Things hadn’t turned out even close to the way she’d planned when she married wimpy but undeniably brilliant and already rich at twenty-six Myron Jensen. Compensating for the fact that he was even shorter than she was and prematurely balding to boot had been her assumption that they’d be glamorous jet-setting millionaires by the time she turned thirty – at which point she could take him for half of everything through divorce. None of that happened though (largely due to her own profligacy, to which she’d never admit), and now it was too late.
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