Chapter 6
The beautiful black-haired bombshell pulled the disgustingly messy dildo all the way out of Thomas's asshole. She pulled the tip out very slowly so that his asshole would not be forced to slam shut on him.
After all, that's why turds are tapered. She looked down at the slimy fake cock and she had an idea. She knew just what she was going to make her sex slave do next.
The handsome and passionate subservient could feel how badly his asshole was injured for the first time now that all of his deep-anal horniness had been thoroughly appeased.
He could feel a small trickle of blood continuing to ooze from his asshole. The blood was rolling down toward the base of his balls where it was getting all crusty.
He could tell that his ass was going to be sore for awhile.
The muscular and ravaged submissive could tell that he was not going to be able to take a healthy shit for a long time without thinking about the leather-clad dominatrix bitch.
Mistress Marjorie climbed off the torture table and stood alongside the table, still glancing down frequently at the scum that caked the head and shaft of her ersatz pecker. She ran the tip of her tongue back and forth across her lips to moisten them.
Then she began to unlock the steel cuffs that held the sex slave's wrists and ankles in place.
"Look at this disgusting mess you made," she said.
"Gosh, I'm sorry, Mistress Marjorie," he replied.
"You have gotten blood and scum all over the dildo."
"I couldn't help it, Mistress. I couldn't."
"Well, you will have to be punished for this."
"What are you going to make me do, Mistress?"
"I am going to make you lick the dildo clean."
"Please-no-not that. Not that-anything but that, Mistress Marjorie."
"Yes, I'm afraid that that will be your punishment," the dominatrix bitch proclaimed.
"Oh God-I can feel myself getting sick to my stomach."
"I already told you what happens to slaves who puke."
"Yes, Mistress. I don't want my tongue ripped out."
"Even full-fledged masochists have their limits."
"Yes, Mistress," the businessman said subserviently, his eyes avoiding hers religiously.
He was still feeling very embarrassed by her earlier accusations of motherfucking, and his subsequent confession to the same. He knew that his pain was not through. His degradation was not through.
His humiliation was not through. As a matter of fact, his pain, degradation and humiliation were merely beginning for the man.
The buxom professional dominatrix even massaged the man's fingers and toes lovingly after she had removed the handcuffs.
The beautiful black-haired bombshell wanted to make sure that all of the feeling returned to his hands and feet. She wanted him to be able to use his hands and feet. He was going to be needing them before long.
The handsome and passionate subservient could feel his fingers and toes getting very very cold just before the sensation returned.
The beautiful woman then helped the man off the torture table. The muscles in his legs were weak from all of the abuse he had received.
He collapsed onto the bare wood floor of the torture chamber.
He had tried to stand but found himself on his hands and knees at the woman's feet.
She told him not to bother to get up.
"Kneel up straight so you can get at the dildo with your mouth, slave," the dominatrix spat.
"Yes, Mistress Marjorie." The handsome and passionate subservient had a voice that sounded very weak. He lifted his head and gazed wearily at the disgustingly messy dildo.
"Lick it," she said. She placed her hands on her hips. She had her fingers pressed together and her fingertips were pointing straight down toward her spiked and open-toed high heels.
The woman stood with her shoulders back and her chin tilted upward proudly. She took a deep breath and puffed out her chest.
As the gorgeous bombshell took a deep breath her tits rose up even higher on her chest than they did normally, still supported at their base by the half-cups at the top of her black leather corset.
And that is really saying something, because the foxy woman's tits rested damn high on her chest in the first place. Her nipples were harder and more erect than ever.
She sucked her tummy in. Her usually flat belly became slightly concave. She had her back straight at first-and then she arched her back.
The woman bent her knees slightly and postured herself so that her femininely sloped loins-and therefore her soaking wet pussy and dildo-were out in front of the rest of her deliciously shapely torso.
The woman stood with her spiked high heels a little more than shoulder-width apart on the bare wood floor of the makeshift dungeon.
The man could see that most of the blood and the slime on the dildo was gathered in a thick ring at the base of the dildo, around the very hilt of the hard-rubber pecker.
"Lick," she said.
"Please don't make me."
"I SAID LICK."
"Please."
"Don't defy me," she said. The beautiful black-haired bombshell slapped the sex slave right across the face six times.
She slapped him three times on either cheek- three times with the palm of her hand and three times with the knuckles at the back of her hand.
The handsome and passionate subservient knew that her really had no choice, so he began to lick.
The muscular and ravaged submissive parted his lips and stuck pout his tongue as far as he possibly could. He concentrated on making the tip of his tongue as pointy as possible. He stiffened his tongue slightly.
He could see that the blood around the base of the dildo was already coagulating and hardening and getting crusty with its exposure to the fresh air. He figured he had best hurry up and get the unpleasant task over with.
The crusty blood was only going to get crustier, and the handsome businessman did not like the idea of licking anything off of that ersatz erection that might be chewy.
He went about his task tentatively at first.
But the movements of his tongue gained in eagerness and enthusiasm as he went along.
The man did not stop licking until the dildo was completely clean. He did not stop licking until the only thing making that hard-rubber ebony pole wet and shiny was the sweet clear spittle from the submissive's steamy mouth.
"Good job," the dominatrix bitch said quickly.
She gave her handsome sex slave a pat on the head.
"What are you going to make me do now?" he asked.
"I want you to stay on your knees," the woman said.
As clues went, the man thought that was a good one.
"You are going to make me eat our pussy?"
"Good guess, slave. You are a smart slave."
"Thank you very much, Mistress Marjorie."
"You're very welcome. I hope you enjoy eating pussy."
"Very much, Mistress. I love it," he replied. "I have been told I have a nice tasting cunt."
"I know that you have a nice smelling cunt."
"Thank you. You can sniff my pussy all you like."
"Thank you. I find this quite an honor," he said.
"And so you should, mother-fucker," she said.
"It feels quite natural kneeling before you."
"Do you feel as if you are praying, sex slave?"
"Yes, Mistress. I feel as if i am praying to a new goddess or something," he said.
"I like that notion, slave. I like it a lot."
The man once again parted his lips and allowed the tip of his tongue to protrude as far as it would go. He began to kiss and lick and even bite a little at the insides of the beautiful woman's inner thighs. He started down by her slightly bent knees and kissed and licked at her flesh right through her sexy black fishnet stockings as he moved his mouth upward slowly-a fraction of an inch at a time- toward the sides of her thoroughly engorged vulva.
The beautiful black-haired bombshell could feel her breath catch as she felt his lips and his tongue getting steadily closer and closer to her soaking wet poontang.
The handsome and passionate subservient could feel his salivary gland working overtime. He found that he had to swallow frequently to keep drool from rolling out of his mouth and onto his strong chin.
He had a broad jaw. There was a deep dimple in the center of his chin that reminded the black-haired woman of Cary Grant or maybe Kirk Douglas.
The muscular and ravaged submissive certainly looked good enough to be a Hollywood movie star, as far as the professional bitch was concerned.
The man reached up with both hands. He placed the blunt and thick tips of his fingers along the outer edges of the woman's pussy. He curled his fingers at the knuckles and pulled her cunt lips open.
He could see the stead stream of cunt juice rolling from the base of her pink gas, down into the crack of her ass and down the insides of her thighs. The natural lubrication, Thomas Froelich thought to himself silently, looked like so many melted pearls as it oozed from her juicy honey pot.
"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm, that feels great, slave," she said, her back teeth pressing together.
"I'm glad you like it." The handsome and passionate subservient pulled his tongue away from her intimate flesh only long enough to speak these words. He then immediately resumed his super-sexy laving and smooching.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm getting so fucking hot, so fucking hot, so FUCKING hot," the woman said. She tilted her head back for a moment so that her face was tilted upward toward the ceiling of the torture chamber-toward the human skulls that were suspended up there.
But she did not see the ceiling and she did not see the skulls.
Her eyes were closed.
Tightly.
Her lids were wrinkled.
Her long black eyelashes were crushed desperately against her high cheekbones. He had her pussy tugged apart so far with the tips of his long thick fingers that her poontang looked to him like a slab of raw meat.
He could see how swollen her clit was.
Her love button even looked like it wanted to come popping right out of its little nest at the top of her cunt.
The handsome and passionate subservient placed the pointy tip of his tongue on the inch-long patch of mucous membrane in between the base of the woman's pussy and her totally hairless asshole. The woman's natural lubrication was gathered particularly thickly at that point.
His tastebuds tingled. The woman had been telling the truth before.
Her pussy really was tasty.
She certainly had the tastiest cunt Thomas Froelich had ever licked. The woman tasted as if there were really honey-hot honey-dribbling from the inside of her torrid twat.
The handsome man began to flick the tip of his tongue lightly and quickly up and down the outermost portions of the woman's quivering quim. He allowed his tongue to come very close to her clit without actually touching it.
He was teasing her with his flicking tongue tip.