Chapter 3
"M-m-m-m-m-Mistress Marjorie?" the man said with a horrendous stammer, as he saw the black haired woman approaching him with that dildo protruding from her femininely sloped loins. He noticed that her walk was different now that she was wearing the spurious erection.
Instead of swinging her hips from side to side, the woman was swinging her shoulders from side to side-as a man would.
The leather-clad dominatrix bitch increased the masculinity of her gait a great deal when she strapped on the long black dildo.
The gorgeous black-haired female reached down and gave the rubber pole a squeeze. She sighed.
The beautiful woman sighed just as if she could really feel inside that dildo-as if it were a real part of her body, an actual member.
"Yes, slave?" the woman asked, looking at her subservient hunk with a twinkle in her dark brown eyes.
"I d-d-d-d-d-don't think that dildo is going to f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-fit inside my ass."
"I think it will fit-if you want it to badly enough, slave," the woman said with a toothy smile.
Her teeth were pearly white-and they were all perfectly straight. She had never had to wear braces, much to her mother's delight.
The leather-clad dominatrix bitch had humongous breasts. Her tits were so large that they would have been considered huge even if they had grown on a much larger woman.
Her tits were not only massive, but they were firm.
They rested high on her chest. They were pert.
Perky.
They seemed to defy gravity because they were so firm. At that moment the woman was wearing a black leather corset around her middle.
The corset enhanced the hourglass nature of her figure. There were a pair of half-cups at the top of the tightly laced black leather corset, and those half-cups fit snugly beneath the woman's tits.
Those half-cups lifted her boobs up even higher up on her chest than they would have rested normally.
Her tits were not only large and firm-but they were perfectly shaped as well.
They were rounded at their bottoms and sloped at their delicious tops. Men drooled.
Her knockers were shaped so that her nipples pointed slightly upward when she stood straight.
Mistress Marjorie always stood straight. Posture had never been a problem for the bitch.
The leather-clad dominatrix bitch walked as if she were balancing a book on top of her head.
The handsome yet subservient stud could feel his heart pounding even harder than before-and he would not have thought that that was possible unless he had felt it for himself. Thomas Froelich felt more than ever like that hyperactive ticker was going to pound its way right out of his massive chest.
"I d-d-d-d-d-don't think it is gonna fit," he said.
"Then we will have to make it fit won't we?"
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," the man said.
The handsome yet subservient stud sounded as if he were about to panic, and the woman knew that wasn't going to help him get the dildo up into his bowels one iota.
"Calm down. Your asshole is a hell of a lot more elastic than you give it credit for," she said.
"I sure h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-hope so," he replied.
"Nature has a way of working these things out."
"You make me feel better when you talk that way."
"Then again, maybe I will rip your asshole out."
"Oh nooooooooooooooo, please don't even say it."
"Yes, maybe I'll make you die from internal bleeding or something, mother-fucker," she said.
"Are you g-g-g-g-g-g-going to use anything for l-l-l-l-l-l-l-lubrication, Mistress Marjorie," the bound man asked. He couldn't help but wonder for a frightening moment or two if he were ever going to be able to feel anything again in his hands or his feet. He had felt the pain from the whip affecting each and every one of his nerve-endings with the exception of those in his hands and feet where he could not feel anything at all, of course.
"Yes, I am going to use KY jelly, slave," she said.
"That's good," the teary-eyed man replied.
"It's the best, and don't you forget it," she said.
"I w-w-w-w-w-won't forget it," Thomas responded.
"And I don't want you to think I am being kind."
"No?"
"Hell no, I ain't lubing up the dildo to ease your pain, mother-fucker," the dominatrix said.
"No?"
"Hell no, cocksucker. I'm just lazy. I would have to work too hard to get this humongous pole up your fanny unless I used something to make the bogus boner slippery."
"I understand," the subservient replied sheepishly.
"And I'm going to lube up your bung too."
"Yes, please-that sounds yummy," he responded.
The handsome yet subservient stud could hear his own voice becoming much higher, as could the dominatrix bitch.
The man sounded younger. He sounded like a boy.
The leather-clad dominatrix bitch realized that the man was pretending that he was with his mommy-that he was being savagely buggered by his Mommy. This realization really blew Mistress Marjorie's mind. The gorgeous black-haired female could feel her cunt flesh starting to crawl around between her legs.
Her pussy flesh was crawling around just as if it had magically and suddenly developed a mind of its own.
Her clit felt more than ever like it was going to pop.
Her hips were well-rounded-both at the sides and at the rear.
Her ass cheeks were every bit as smooth as they had been when she was just a diminutive baby. The black haired bitch had buttocks that were magically soft and firm, terse yet supple, at the same time.
The leather-clad dominatrix bitch had extraordinarily sparse body hair. They say mat a lack of body hair is a sign of a pure bloodline. If that Is true then the woman certainly had a pedigree. The woman didn't even have very much hair between her legs.
Mistress Marjorie knew that most woman had an inverted triangle of pussy hair growing above their poontang slashes, totally covering their femininely rounded mounds.
The leather-clad dominatrix bitch knew that most woman had hair growing along the sides of their vulvas, along their outer cooze lips, sometimes even spreading out onto the insides of their thighs so they had to wax the area before they could wear chic swim-wear.
The gorgeous black-haired female knew that most woman even had hair growing in the cleavage between their buttocks, especially around their tight pink little assholes.
But the woman had none of this.
She merely had two twin curls of black short and curly pubic hair growing at the base of her mound-directly above and to the sides of her clitoral foreskin. The hair that grew down there covered less than a third of her mound.
The woman had absolutely no hair growing along the sides of her pussy.
The leather-clad dominatrix bitch was equally bald in between her ass cheeks. The gorgeous black-haired female didn't even have any hair around her asshole.
She was the sort of woman who had never, in her entire life, had to worry about dingleberries.
The handsome yet subservient stud could feel the numbness along the backside of his body wearing off and he, for the first time, began to realize how badly he had been ravaged by Mistress Marjorie's riding crop, and the plethora of blows she had administered with it.
His skin stung.
He whimpered.
He whined.
The woman unscrewed the cap on the tube of KY jelly. She squirted a snake of jelly onto the fleshy part of her right fingertips.
The woman could feel the ache of desire in her pussy spreading deep up inside her belly-getting closer and closer to her bellybutton.
The woman had long legs, and they were very shapely.
Very comely.
The woman had perfectly tapered thighs, mat gracefully angled their way downward from her round hips toward her smooth and unseamed knees. The woman thought it was pretty amazing that her knees were as unscarred as they were, taking into consideration the amount of rollerskating on cracked sidewalks the female had done as a small child.
Her shins were flat.
Her calves were rounded-without being overly muscled.
Her ankles were trim.
Her feet were dainty.
The leather-clad dominatrix bitch had the perfect feet and ankles for high, high-heels-which happened to be precisely what she was wearing at that moment. Above the dildo the woman was wearing a black garterbelt.
Attached to the garterbelt were sexy black fishnet stockings-the kind with the seams up the back of the leg. On her feet she wore spiked pumps.
All of the woman's toes were extraordinarily long. Her toes were phenomenal, indeed.
When she was a little girl she had been able to pick up a number two lead pencil off a linoleum floor with her toes-much to the amazement of those who were honored to watch.
It had been years since the woman had even tried the pencil trick with her long toes. The leather-clad dominatrix bitch simply presumed that she could still do it.
The woman had amazing fingernails. Very attractive.
Very savage.
They were like claws.
Animal claws.
Ever since the beautiful woman had been thirteen she had been super-conscious of her manicure.
Marjorie had never been able to feel right about herself unless her nails were perfect at all times.
It was a bit of an obsession for the bitch.
Her nails were carefully filed so that they were all precisely the same length. They were filed so that they had a common pointiness to their tips, giving them their animalistic appearance. She always kept her fingernails painted a deep crimson hue, because she correctly assumed that this was the scariest color. Besides, the black-haired bombshell thought the deep scarlet hue went best with her black hair and her olive, and usually tanned, complexion.
The woman used her left hand to pull apart the man's ass cheeks. She dug her left fingertips right into the crack of his ass.
She pulled his ass cheeks open slowly and she did not stop until his buttocks, his ravaged buttocks, had been separated as far as they could possibly go.
The man could feel the skin in the crack of his ass being stretched taut by the gross separation the dominatrix bitch administered.
She could see that even some of the puckers in the stud's asshole were being smoothed as she opened him up as far as he could go.
The leather-clad dominatrix bitch slapped the jelly, the cool jelly, right onto the man's asshole.
The handsome yet subservient stud could feel the jelly being massaged all around his pink and hypersensitive rectal area with a smooth slow sensuous motion.
The gorgeous black-haired female decided that it would be a good idea to push some of the jelly right up inside the man's tight bung hole as well.
Mistress Marjorie decided that she should use her middle finger to do this. After all, that was her longest digit, and she wanted to push the jelly up inside the slave's ass as deeply as she possibly could.
She placed the tip of her finger right on the center of the pink asterisk of his asshole. His bung hole-unlike hers-was very hairy.
"Ready?"
"Yes."
"Here we go."
"Push inside."
"Shut up."
"Sorry, Mistress."
The woman snapped her strong wrist and drove her middle finger very deep inside the young man's asshole. She pushed her finger inside as deeply as it could possibly go, and she did so very quickly. The man let out a long moan. He thought this felt very good.
The spawned sensation was very intense for the man, but he still was conscious of the fact that the sensations he was experiencing at that moment were next to nothing compared to those he would experience when Mistress Marjorie did the same thing with the spurious rubber erection between her legs.
The woman pushed her finger up inside the man's asshole until she could feel the tight and throbbing mouth of his rectum gripping and sucking her digit at its third knuckle.
The tip of her finger had pushed well up past his sphincter and into his colon.
"Deeper."
"Shut up."
"Deeper."
"Shut up."
"Ohhhhhhh."
"Be quiet."
"So good."
"Hush, you.
The woman wiggled her fingertip around inside the man's asshole playfully for a long time.
The woman pressed against various internal spots with varying pressures just then.
She curled her finger and straightened her finger, leaving it inside him the whole time.
She could feel his tight tubular sphincter muscle tugging at her bold and curious finger.
She could feel his ass muscles trying to suck her finger even deeper into his colon flesh.
It didn't take the man very long at all to figure out that the woman's finger was neither long enough nor thick enough to appease his deep-anal desires.
The man knew that that was a task that exclusively her ersatz erection could accomplish adequately.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," the man moaned loudly.
His exclamation of anal pleasure and anal desire was loud enough to echo off the walls, the phony stone walls, of Mistress Marjorie's torture chamber. She was digging at his internal tissues, right up inside his pooper, right up inside his poop-chute, with her long red fingernail, and still she could not reach the maddening itch inside the pit of his bowels at the darkest and stinkiest core of his perverted manhood.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," the man groaned.
The woman worked her finger in and out of his asshole. She could feel his rectum being pushed and pulled by her bold and stiffened digit's finger-fucking motion. He groaned again, even louder this time than the last.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh," was the sound he made.
Then the woman pulled her finger all the out of the man's hairy asshole. His asshole clutched desperately at her fingertips right up until the time the tip of her digit came popping out of his cute puckered bung.
"No more?"
"No more finger."
"Real fucking now?"
"In a sec."
"Please hurry."
"I'll be as slow as I please."
"Sorry, Mistress. I lost myself."
"That happens often. Too often."
"I'm sorry."
"You may be in need of obedience training," she said.
The woman raised the tip of her right middle finger to her face slowly, with wide eyes.
The leather-clad dominatrix bitch held the tip of that finger under her nose. She sniffed.
The handsome yet subservient stud could feel a void inside his asshole, a void that yearned to be filled, filled with hard rubber.
The gorgeous black-haired female smiled as she sucked the scent of the slave's ass into her sinuses.
He was ripe.
Stinky...
She liked that.
The woman quickly squeezed a fresh snake of jelly onto her right fingertips and began to lubricate the entire length of the dildo.
The woman put a little extra jelly on the molded rubber head of the ebony member.
She knew that this was the part of the bogus boner where the lubrication would end up doing the most good.
If the tip of the dildo did not get inside the man's butt, then none of the dildo would.
The woman then crawled up on top of the torture table.
She sprawled herself out on top of the man's ravaged and welt-covered back. She held herself up on her toes. Her arms were straight beneath her, her palms on the wood on either side of the man's underarms.
"Slave?"
"Yes, Mistress?"
"Relax."
"I'll try."
"Succeed."
"Yes, Mistress."
She pushed the blunt black tip of the dildo in between the cheeks of the man's ass.
She rubbed the tip of the dildo up and down the entire length of Thomas Froelich's ass crack.
She couldn't help but notice he moaned each time she touched his bung with the pole.
He shivered violently when the dildo touched his asshole. He became covered with gooseflesh.
He shivered so hard he looked as if he were trying to get out of his skin. The handsome yet subservient stud could feel the little hairs at the back of his neck standing on end once again.
The woman stopped moving the tip of the dildo up and down the crack of his ass when the molded rubber head of the spurious member was poised directly on the sex slave's anxiously throbbing asshole. The woman adjusted her hips so that the shaft of the dildo was at the appropriate angle for deep-anal penetration. She tensed the muscles in the cheeks of her ass, and she pressed her femininely round buttocks together as tightly as she could get them. She began to push.
He began to open.
She pushed inside.