Chapter 3

 

 

It was two weeks later when I was visited by my tame electrician, a friend indeed whom I had often invited to parties at the house, though he politely declined, citing his wife’s reserve as an excuse. I would have taken her in hand had he asked me to, but our special relationship did not permit of me making such a suggestion. The idea would have to come from him. His visit on this occasion was, as he expressed it, born of the wish to do me a favour. My reputation was, it seemed, spreading rather farther than I had expected.

“I recommended you to this friend of mine. He is having a bit of a problem with his daughter. I think she is in need of your particular talents.”

“I don’t do daughters!” I interposed quickly. Incestuous behaviour was against all my ethics. “You know that!”

Harry, for that was the electrician’s name, slapped his forehead. “Chrissake, no! Sorry, of course not! Step-daughter! She’s his step-daughter. His wife died a few months ago and he wants to marry the girl.”

Alarm bells started to ring in my head. “Was he fucking her before his wife died?” I asked, only partly mollified.

“No! I am as certain of that as I can be. Nina, his wife, was a very sexy woman. She’d have been as much as he could handle.”

“So the daughter doesn’t want to marry him, eh?”

Harry shook his head. “I think she does but she is frightened.” “Of the sex?”

“Possibly.”

I thanked him for his discretion and asked a few pointed questions. These resulted, several days later, in Kathleen arriving at my door.

Kerry was in the cellar, safely mounted on the bar and no doubt in the throes of yet another of her multiple orgasms heightened, no doubt, by my binding of her tits and clamping nipples. I had decided that Kerry’s tits needed their own bondage so I had wrapped them firmly in twenty yards of five millimetre cord. Anything less would cut into the flesh; anything more would be unwieldy and would not permit the desired tension. Each great and beautiful breast I bound separately, using about twelve yards of the rope and the remainder I used to bind the breasts together, drawing them both tightly towards one another. She had made a play of pain but actually, as I had guessed from the dreamy look in her eyes, she loved the harsh restriction.

Harry was indeed accurate in his description of Kathleen. She was very beautiful. Chestnut coloured hair framing a face sullied only by a sulking, pouting expression warning of a very rebellious nature. Her breasts were comfortably impressive and would receive great attention from me. She eyed me with contempt.

“Like my tits, do you?” These were her first words. Very confrontational! There was nothing wrong with her self-confidence.

“They are your most obvious charm. Any others you may have are evidently well hidden.” She pulled a face. I was anxious to restrain her and take the tawse to her bottom for she was, undoubtedly, greatly in need of discipline. Of course I could do nothing of the sort while her step-father lingered. There was something very odd about this relationship, something I couldn’t put my finger on, but something I needed to reveal before things moved on too far. He was somewhat bigger than I had imagined. Neither good looking nor ugly. His hair was reddish and cut to an incongruous stubble. His eyes were small and blue and had about them a certain lifelessness. He lacked any social grace. He plodded along on massive feet and his great paw engulfed even my hand when we shook. His clothes seemed not to fit him and the manner of his wearing them seemed to be his only eccentricity. No doubt steadfast and reliable, but I could see no reason whatsoever to waste any time on him.

“You will meet everyone at dinner.” This was a sop to her sensibilities for I was sure she would rail violently if she was told she’d be alone with me on a one to one basis. “Meanwhile,” I continued, “allow me to show you to your room. Over here.” I indicated a row of chalets converted from a stone built barn. We crossed the gravel. I intended to keep her well away from Kerry, at least for the time being. I wanted her very much to myself for at least two weeks to shape her into some sort of acquiescent slave. At the door to the chalet I left father and step-daughter, prospective husband and wife, alone, closing it behind me as I mentally rubbed my hands at the prospect of the challenge Kathleen posed. My mouth was watering at the very idea of the succulence of her sweet young flesh. She was quivering with the confusion her rampaging hormones, driving furiously about her body, generated in her mind. It was my task not to subdue them but to bring them under some sort of control and make her sexually responsive to her step-father, her future husband.

Kathleen was indeed very beautiful. That is to say that she had been sculpted beautifully. Her heart shaped face was of perfect symmetry and with a clear skin was set with a pair of stunningly grey eyes flecked with golden brown, a small retrousse nose and moist red lips to die for. The upper lip was slightly heavier than the lower one which, in those rare moments when it was in repose gave her the appearance of a pensive waif. Full and very kissable, they formed a deep red ring that I looked forward to having wrapped around my cock. They pouted sulkily most of the time as if she had a very real grudge against the world in general. Her chin was strong, sweeping into a neck of such unblemished perfection that I knew it just had to be one of her most erogenous zones. I looked forward to proving that. Her breasts, as I had remarked at our first meeting, were her most obvious asset and were indeed spectacular. High on her chest they swelled enough to challenge any bra and drew together in a dark and mysterious cleavage that was an enticing refuge for my questing tongue. Not very tall, her shoulders tapered into a pleasingly narrow waist that flared over hips carrying so much promise that I could already feel the stirrings of desire in my loins. Her legs were encased in terrible jeans. What is it with young women and those repellent garments? They would be removed soon enough.

Kathleen had been brought to me because she was having immense difficulty in accepting the advances of her step-father. Normally I would not accept such a reason as being worthy of my special services but in this case, given her recent bereavement and having met the man in question, I found reason enough for her to refuse the man whom I had assessed nevertheless as being genuinely in love with the girl. I also saw that there was no repugnance in her attitude to him but was that to the stepfather or to the prospective husband? I was not surprised at her difficulty in giving herself to him sexually. I wasn’t even sure that I wanted to do anything about it. I had to get her to transcend her inhibitions and discover the dormant sexuality that undoubtedly she had in abundance but I couldn’t rid myself of the feeling that it would be wasted on such a man. Ah, but this is conjecture and therefore not within my sworn brief.

First, in any event, I had to rid her of that sulkiness and find the exciting woman that must exist within such a perfect figure. I wasted no time on preliminaries but, as soon as her stepfather had departed, I knocked on the door of her room and, as she opened it, saw the opened suitcase on the bed. She would need neither the bed nor the contents of the suitcase for quite some time. Without preliminaries I laid firm hold of her arm and, against her powerful struggles, her queries and her swearing, I hurried her across the gravel and carried her down to my office in the cellar, dumping her unceremoniously on the rubber floor. Like most of my clients she was suddenly struck dumb by all the equipment and furniture in the place. The rubber floor was my pride and joy. Warm underfoot and soft enough to lay down on, it tolerated all kinds of sexual happenings and was easily cleaned of shit, piss, sweat and cum. A stout, robust saltire, a wooden horse and stocks were the most useful of furniture and many was the body that had been bent, strapped or spread-eagled on their frames. There was a jail for those who needed incarceration to bring them to heel and, elsewhere, the milking machine and the pedestal. Shelves and hooks clung to the white brick and were full of useful toys like tawses, canes, masks, ropes, bondage gear, dildos, rubber suits, electrical gear and much, much more.

Kathleen stared, mouth agape, not really understanding the significance of much of it but evidently frightened by it. I think she was getting a strong sense of the hardships I was intending to put her through.

My most exciting pieces stood in an annex to the cellar in which Kerry was now confined on the bar. I would introduce Kathleen to that bar sooner than I planned should she prove intractable. I was certain that she would. I was happily eager to get started on the little games I had in mind for her. Her shouts and demands I pretended to ignore but, in fact, was pleased to hear. There is little joy to be had in passive acceptance. I needed the struggle as much as I needed food and drink and I was sure that Kathleen’s temperament would provide all my needs. Right now she was anything but amenable. She turned upon me with a look of blazing terror overlaid with heartfelt rage. I countered with a gentle smile and subdued her flailing fists with difficulty. She was a very strong little thing. That was exciting enough but imagine my joy when, having got her cuffed to the pillar, I was ready to start my journey of exploration over and into that beautiful writhing body.

Between our first meeting in the presence of her stepfather and proposed husband and her being delivered to me for counselling I had fantasised about fucking Kathleen. My dream was to have her gagged and strapped wide open on my rubber floor to give her the fucking of a lifetime. I had imagined my iron hard prick impaling her tight ass and nudging into her very bowels.

“You nasty pervert ...what the hell are you doing … eh?”

I ignored her. Over at a wall I uncoiled the small bore hose from around the hot and cold water taps, adjusted the taps until I got the right temperature and turned the jet upon her.

“You sod!” she shouted. I filled her mouth with warm water and dropped the hose while I went to fetch a ball gag. She spun around as much as the pillar permitted to keep her glaring eyes on me. Evidently I hadn’t yet gained her trust.

“Get your hands off me, you...!”

Coming behind her, I stopped the words by quickly pressing the ball into her mouth. She gurgled and spluttered around the intruder but finally I managed to force it in. She closed angry teeth on the soft rubber ball. Her full red lips encircled it with such promise that I wanted to rip it out there and then and thrust my cock into that hot wet mouth, so desirable was it. I restrained myself and buckled the straps tightly at the back of her head. Urgent noises from behind the gag. I hadn’t been at all careful about trapping some of her hair in the buckles. My fingers were actually shaking with emotion. What was that all about? I, a counsellor, emotional! What?

I looked into her eyes and saw the glare of hatred. I don’t recall ever having seen quite so much venom in one pair of eyes. Had she been free we might have had a battle royal. But she was not free and would not be free for quite some time. I wanted that unbridled energy to stay with her. I wanted to harness that rampant sexual drive.

She wriggled and fought strongly, twisting and turning to try and prevent my none too gentle advances. “You might as well try to stop a cloud passing over the sun, young lady.” I said calmly as I began to rip at her clothes.

First, that blouse because I wanted to see those magnificent tits. The flimsy garment ripped apart easily and revealed an astonishing surprise. It was something that I had never considered but which was, perhaps, an over-sight on my part. Kathleen’s nipples had been pierced and there were rings outlined through the thin embroidered cups of her bra. Rings!

“Well, well, and when did you get those inserted?” I wrenched down the cups to free her gelatine orbs and hooked my fingers through the silver loops. I pulled hard, yanking painfully at her nipples. My question was of course rhetorical but strange noises did work out from around the ball gag. I had to admit to being rather titillated as I played with her luscious body, knowing that she could neither answer back nor shout abuse.

“So these are why you wouldn’t let your future husband fuck you? You had these put in and now you are embarrassed by them ... frightened of what he would say, frightened of the horror you might have seen in his eyes, eh? Is that it?” Of course that was it! His clumsy conventionalism would be outraged at such desecration.

I pulled at the nipples again and again, seeing in her eyes that I had hit on the cause of her problem. Armed with that knowledge, I released the ball gag, eager for answers.

“Well,” I said enjoying the mix of emotions reflected in her eyes, hate, fear, sensuousness, “I shall remove them in due course. Do you understand?”

I repeated the question until she nodded her agreement. The look in her eyes changed. I thought I saw a fleeting but very unlikely spark of love. Was I deluding myself? Surely she could not swing from one deep emotion to another so far removed in that short space of time? Foolish was the idea, I know, because the last thing I wanted was for this girl to fall in love with me or, indeed, I with her. Such weakness was not to be pandered to. I had to remain stoically impersonal. I released the rings with a smile, knowing that already she was beginning to bend to my will. It was time to attack those damned jeans. I hate jeans, as you already know from my dealings with Kerry. I tucked my fingers under a small roll of flesh and unfastened the waistband, then unzipped her. She writhed within the confines of her small bondage and even attempted to kick me as I knelt to pull them over the flare of her hips. I drew them quickly over her knees and she was effectively hobbled. This of course brought me face to face with her crotch and, Gods be praised, beneath those sweet flimsy knickers I saw a fat juicy pussy rounded out so that her outer labia were encircled by pubic hair rather than concealed by it. I ripped off her panties and saw, to my horror, that the piercing artist had been there before me. Those outer lips were adorned with two rings each, similar in size to those in her nipples. I cringed at the very thought of the pain even after the anaesthetic had worn off. Why had she got it done? It was a terrible mutilation.

“You’ve let some butcher get this intimate with you. My God! Did he fuck you too? Did he?” I shouted and threaded my fingers through all four rings and pulled out and sideways, opening wide her vagina.

Kathleen squealed and shouted. “Fuck off and bloody well let go of me!”

“Did he?” I repeated looking hard into her eyes. She shook her head violently. “Good!” I declared, kneeling on the floor and wrenching hard on the rings. If she didn’t already regret the rings she sure as hell will when I was done with her. I could not understand such weird desires, such horrible abuse of so magnificent an organ. Why do women put themselves through such agony and in such intimate places too? In Kathleen I felt it to be a manifestation of an underlying rebelliousness.

The one and only reassurance that I give willingly to any woman is a compliment about her body because, ever labouring under the demands for perfection, they all perceive their bodies to be imperfect and therefore unbeautiful. This, of course, is nonsense but it is at the very core of their vulnerability and I do, in clients such as Kathleen, want to exploit that weakness. It has to be understood, after all, that for every woman on the planet there is a man who desires her. Many have whole armies lusting after them but by desire I mean a unity of body and soul, not just a body. The mind should be as beautiful and as sweet as the sweetest body and I believe Kathleen to have a beautiful mind. But for the time being I had to be fully occupied by her body and who could blame me for that?

“I want to see if you are a nice clean girl.” I looked hard at her internal flesh. The inner lips and at the little boatman of her clitoris, were exquisite and were so sweetly scented that I could not resist reaching in with my questing tongue. She tasted divine. I was pleased to see that she had not let the butcher near her clitty or her inner lips. That would have been a travesty to a man like me who so revelled in the joy of taking a clitty between his lips. I pushed my face into that deliciously sweet smelling pussy and flicked my tongue over the nub of her little boatman anxious to draw it out so that I could suck it. Amazingly I could pull on the rings and bring those outer lips to rest against my cheeks, so large fat and juicy were they. It was as if I was entering a throbbing pink lined tunnel.

The inner lips opened, flower like, and let me into her secret recesses. Against the wishes of her better self she was pushing on to my stiffened tongue and sobbing with the pleasure of it. When, in time, I had broken her inhibitions I guessed that in the same circumstances I would receive the full thrust of her hot vagina. That was something to look forward to. There was, I sensed, an abandonment within her that has been waiting a long time for release. She was making up for lost time. Muscular ridges drew in my eager tongue. This girl was made for the cock. Yes, of Kathleen I will make a very successful wanton and get enormous pleasure in doing it.

I got to my feet and straightaway, ignoring the pools of her pleading eyes, stripped away her remaining clothes. She was delightful to look at. Naked she revealed a perfect hourglass figure. The small roll of fat, freed from the tight embrace of those awful jeans, had melted away, lost in her delicious curves. Her flaring hips from a waist a shade too thick swept in awesome curvature into the swell of her thighs. Her hips were truly a cradle in which a man would know his ultimate joy. They made a perfect radius around her pubis. I had to know if I was right in that she was denying her man the joy of such a beautiful body because she was ashamed of it or, more likely, ashamed of those rings.

In standing back and contemplating what next I must do to that gorgeous body, an idea hit me very forcibly. It was time to examine the extent of her pain threshold and those rings suggested a very interesting way of doing it.

I slapped her breasts indignantly. “Why, in hell, are you denying your future husband the charms of you beautiful body? Is it because of those rings?” I slapped them hard again and again, sometimes alternately, sometimes both together, until they were reddened and pliably warm.

“Yeeeow ... yeeow ... Because I don’t want to! It’s my body.” She yelled with a spark of defiance, “and... Aaaaah.”

The last sound was a long drawn out sigh as the result of my avidly kissing her ringed nipples while I thought of the next step in my counselling. She was lying, of course. That was not the real reason. I was sure that she was acutely embarrassed by his clumsiness. Her love for him was as a father and not as a lover.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of except those damned rings. You are a very beautiful girl and I know your ste … eh ... future husband adores you. Chrissake, what more do you want? Do you expect him to grovel to your beauty?”

“He can grovel all he likes. I won’t give in unt ...!”

“We shall see about that!” Oh, what an empty promise! I had no appetite for forcing her into any unwanted relationship. That was not my business. She was here only so that I could reveal her sexuality not for me to persuade her into that dull man’s bed. Anyway, Kathleen was far too personable a person to succumb to any such coercion.

The ceiling of the cellar, built as strongly as a nuclear fallout shelter, was fitted with a number of carefully placed pulleys substantial enough to bear the weight of any human being. Some of them were single sheaved so that only one part of rope passed through them but others were double sheaved so that a tackle could be rigged, rather for my convenience than for that of my victim. I had, in the dim and distant past, had an accident in which the rope had parted and let the girl down so hard that her belly hit the floor hard while her arms and legs were held tight. Her body had bent into a backward bow with such violent suddenness that I really thought I had broken her spine. It was a salutary lesson. I have been extremely careful since.

I took down a heavy leather belt from a hook. It was shaped and tapered to fit snugly around the female waist. I passed it around Kathleen’s waist and buckled the several straps at the front so that it was tightly hugging her. I slackened off the hauling part of a heavy tackle lowering the bottom block which had a stout hook in it. Passing this through a ring on the back of the belt I was able to lift her easily.

“Ooow.” Kathleen wailed angrily. “Christ Almighty, what in hell are you doing?” Her rebellious wriggling was pleasing to my eye and did not hinder the lift.

I tied off the hauling part to a cleat on the wall. Her hands, cuffed to the pole, caused her upper body to be drawn into the horizontal about three feet above the floor. Her legs hung down untidily. I removed the hobbling jeans altogether and, although she kicked her legs, I managed to secure cuffs to her ankles. These too were fitted with substantial eyes through which more hooks could be passed. Tightening of these tackles caused her legs to be lifted into the horizontal and spread so that I had complete and unhindered access to all her charms. She could no longer kick me. Face down she could barely turn her head to keep an eye on me and when the effort got too much she gave up and hung her head. Meanwhile I focused my attention on her plump and finely rounded bottom which looked so devastatingly enticing, with a large mole in the very centre of her left cheek. The flesh was hot under my hands as I prised open the cheeks against her resisting tension. I slapped them hard, warningly, savouring their jelly wobbling as I laid it on. “How dare you resist me like that, girl!” I slapped harder, letting her know that I was boss and that I had complete control of her body to do with as I willed. “You are here to learn obedience. We can do it the easy way or the hard way. Your body needs to be explored and enjoyed. Do...” slap, “you…” slap, “understand?” Slap!

Kathleen wriggled and writhed and nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, I bloody understand. Now you damned well stop that!”

“Good! You seem to want to do this the hard way.” I slapped her again on each of her big round ass cheeks. “Aaaah! Ooow … oh … stop! Stop!”

“Then behave! You cannot win, girl so it’s no use trying!” She bowed her head in reluctant acquiescence.

Her arms now out-stretched to the pole caused her heavy breasts to hang deeply. The rings on her nipples and her labia were hanging ready for the next step in my subjugation of Kathleen.

I lugged two very large weights from the corner of the room, the sort of thing once used on industrial scales with a U shape in the middle and a bar across for lifting. I placed these on the floor, one beneath her breasts and the other beneath her pussy. They would not move whatever struggling she did. From a hook on the wall I selected a number of lengths of fairly heavy gauge chain. In the middle of each length was fitted a turnbuckle screw and at the ends shackles of stainless steel. I shackled a chain to each of Kathleen’s nipple rings.

“Oh God, what the hell are you doing? Those chains are damned heavy!”

“They will be heavier still when I am finished. Then, dear girl, you may shout and yell as much as you like.” I left them hanging while I applied other chains to the four rings in her pussy lips. The second round was to secure the other ends to the weights in the same sequence. Subtlety was always the best method of inflicting this kind of applied and carefully managed pain. The third round was to screw up the turnbuckles. Their opposing threads soon tightened the first chain. As it reached tension it pulled at the nipple distorting the breast.

“Ooow… oh … ah … stop it ... PLEASE!”

I turned my attention to the others. All her parts were under some tension but now I really wanted to make her feel it. How far would I have to tighten them before Kathleen became really distressed? I went through the sequence again this time putting serious tension on each. Her nipples stretched fully an inch and a half when she began to squirm and yell. It was an infernal noise. I licked each of them with a very wet tongue, watching and enjoying the mixture of emotions in her eyes agleam with tears.

But there were four more chains to tighten so I couldn’t linger. There would be time enough to concern myself about her emotions when I had her properly secured. I gave her a reassuring pat on the cheek. On my knees I moved to the turnbuckles attached to her outer labia. I knew she could withstand much greater stress and pull on those fleshy flaps. They stretched astonishingly.

“Ooooh … oh … please don’t!” Kathleen’s complaint, whether from tiredness or acceptance, had lessened to a pensive pleading. It was impossible to believe that all of a sudden she was enjoying the harsh bondage.

Glistening with mucus, her outer lips fully concealed her erect clitty, more than an inch and a half in length. With each turn of the screw they stretched more until, like two triangular curtains, they shielded her most sacred love tunnel. When all the turnbuckles securing her to the floor were as tight as I felt she could sustain, I got to me feet to survey my handiwork. Her delectable bottom was my next target but before that I needed for her to see how excited I was by her beautiful predicament. It is a truth, apparently, that most women are not content with their own body shape which is why, I suppose, so many of them go to plastic surgeons. I believe strongly in letting a woman know that you admire their figures and that the best way to do, when you have a woman compromised as Kathleen now was, is to strip off your clothes and stand in front of her so that she has your big erection blossoming before her eyes. I raised Kathleen’s head by the simple expedient of grabbing a handful of her hair and lifting it. Her eyes, in spite of herself went straight to great and throbbing erection and remained fixed on it with a deep look of longing. It was precisely what I wanted and expected to see. I knew she wouldn’t disappoint me.

“Good, my little darling, you show great promise of being a perfect sex object.” “Balls!” She answered with cordial directness and an argumentative glare.

Strange how so many women reject the very purpose for which they were put on the planet. Well perhaps the tawse will bring her to her senses. If that doesn’t work then I have many more persuasive ways of bringing her to heel. I had to make her life force entirely sexual for, although she seemed not to know, that was her driving and most fundamental motive. She had to enjoy all that I did to her and, by extension, all that her prospective husband would do to her simply because she was that kind of sexual being. She must have her desires enhanced to meet those needs and if I couldn’t bring that about then I would have failed. Kathleen was too precious a maiden to become a victim of failure and failure is not a word in my lexicon. I badly needed to make this work because she was such an intoxicating subject. I had to admit to an element of excitement greater than the impersonal stimulation that my previous clients, including Kerry, generated in me. I felt an urgency welling up in me.

It was time for the tawse. I had a comprehensive collection of these. The loudly impacting paddle; the rubber single pad flexible to curve over the bottom; the split tawse that delivers a more flexible cut to that less accessible area between the cheeks of the bum; the many tailed cat that stripes the skin with stimulating weals and finally the cat that claws at the skin with knotted strands and easily brings blood to the surface. I use that one only sparingly because one must needs wait for the healing process to start before beginning again. It had been a process of careful selection in buying this equipment because I wanted nothing that was liable to break the skin. I could not send damaged goods back to husbands. I selected the unknotted cat because its flexible strands could reach around the chastised hip and flick at Kathleen’s extended labia.

Craaack! The first touch sent her into frenzied jerks. “Aaaah!” The cuffs at the pole jingled as she grabbed at it with both hands. It was the only means she had of tensing her body against the pain. One of the direst consequences of suspension is that you have no anchorage. One is merely hanging without grip or leverage and so loss of control is absolute.

Crack!

“Damn you, bastard, that bloody well hurts! Stop it!” Crack!

“Oooooow!” She screamed and wriggled violently as the tails began to redden the skin in a criss-cross of welts. I pitched each stroke to make an equal pattern on both cheeks.

“Count the strokes, Kathleen! Count!” Crack. A little harder this time just to ginger up her flagging gyrations.

“O… o … one!”

“Wrong, Kathleen, that was four. But now we’ll have to start all over again.”

Crack. That one landed awkwardly because I was distracted by my bone hard shaft rubbing briefly against Kathleen’s warmed flesh. My heavily swaying balls were eager to deliver their load.

“O … o … one!”

“Good girl, you’re getting the idea.”

Crack. How pleasurable to watch her bouncing flesh and to smell the fear and the excitement that exuded from her every pore. I lowered my free hand to reach between her distended labia and was pleased to feel the increasing moisture of her excitement.

Craack! “T… two!”

I meted out fifteen more strokes which she counted properly then I dropped the whip and walked round to face her, my hard cock stiff standing and vibrant, the veins standing out in solid coils and the head a deep purple with the height of my passion. I grasped it and point it to her face raised to meet it. Her eyes were large with emotions of which I could read nothing. I wasn’t sure whether she was still angry or whether the towsing that had so reddened her ass had subdued her temper or made her even more hostile to me. I released my cock and moved closer until her hot breath fanned it. I didn’t know what to expect from Kathleen but in the event she remained silent. I held my cock towards her mouth. Her full, sweet lips worked and I knew she was captivated by the weapon held so close before her. I inched forward and played it over her face knowing there was nowhere for her to go. Her fingers worked in the cuffs as if she wanted to replace my hand with her own fingers.

“Do you want it, Kathleen?”

“Of course I want it you stupid bastard, do you think I’m queer or something?” “Where do you want it, Kathleen?”

“If you wanted an ass to put it in why didn’t you find a boy?”

“Oh no. I shall open you up to that route soon enough but now …pen that sweet mouth of yours…” “You want me to suck that thing?”

“That is the idea, yes.”

“No way, you dirty bastard!”

I slapped her face then. Oh, not hard. Just enough to get her to understand the vulnerability of her position and that she was in no position to refuse. “You will obey my every command, understand?”

She forced her head back so that she could look up into my face. I put my fingers under her chin to support it as I suggested that she could remain in this uncomfortable sling for a very long time and that unlike her I had infinite patience to wait while she came to terms with her predicament.

“Scream if you want to.” I walked away from her, letting her head drop.

“Bastard!” she shouted as I moved up between her spread legs and laid my cock between the folds of her stretched labia. I smoothed her jellied bottom cheeks with both hands, savouring the satin skin then firmly wrenched them apart to expose her crinkled little rose hole. It was tightly closed against my intruding tongue but I licked along the cleft, enjoying the taste of that delicate skin I had so recently chastised. She writhed beneath me, giving the lie to her objections. I wasn’t quite sure how to play this. Did she want to be forced with a sudden invasion of that dear little orifice as Kerry had been or, as was my preference, would she enjoy being brought to the cock by degrees in slow easy stages? My cock was impatient to get into her flesh and in a few moments it would do so but only after I had made my first incursion into her hot bottom. I wet my thumb with saliva and pressed it against her resisting flesh. Kathleen bucked against it and the movement played right into my hands so to speak. My thumb entered and was gripped hungrily. I rotated it slowly and pushed to get as much of the ball inside her as I could. She groaned and writhed and her internal muscles pulsated round my thumb in delicious welcome. I was forced to stop because my cock was being seriously massaged by her distended pussy lips and I was close to coming.

“Good,” I said withdrawing the intruder. “I shall fit you with a neat little plug for the night. Will you like that?”

“Fuck off!”

“Oh dear!” I declared as I stepped in front of her. “Such dreadful language.” I grasped her head in both hands, pressing my thumbs into her cheeks, so forcing her jaws apart with the flesh between her teeth. I pushed my cock into her mouth roughly and enjoyed the folding of her wet lips over it. I rammed in unmercifully, pushing the head to the back of her throat in one smooth drive forward. She snorted and gagged but I didn’t stop. I fucked her face with gusto in and out… in and out ... with frantic force wanting to fill her mouth with my come.

“Come, baby … you are going to take my spunk in your mouth … all of it!” I stared into her gaping eyes and saw fear in them. Obviously she had never had her mouth filled before. Well, wasn’t that what she was there for? I would wash away that fear with my spunk until she wanted nothing more than to have a man shoot his load into her mouth.

“Here it comes, girl!” I shouted savagely as I rammed into her furiously and the spunk boiled in my heavy balls. The heat of my load passed into my cock like scolding lava, raced along the duct and into her mouth in a massive torrent. I clung to her head and pressed myself forward so that her nose was tickled by my pubic hair. I held her vice-like as jet after jet shot into her throat. She gagged and spluttered but none escaped. At last my balls emptied and I eased my cock slowly so that just the glans remained soaking in the mixture of her saliva and of my cum. The rest she had swallowed. I released the tip of my softening cock from between her lips, watching for her reaction. Her head fell forward and down as I released her. Her body shook in paroxysm but I didn’t think she was crying. Suddenly she jerked her head up to glare angrily at me.

“Well, you bastard, had your fun have you? Now what about me? Are you just going to leave me hanging here or are you going to do the same for me?”

I smiled.

“Eat me, you bastard … eat me, for Chrissake!”

I lowered myself to pass underneath her and gently, one by one, eased back the turnbuckles holding her pussy lips. Yes, I wanted to satisfy her just as she was demanding but therein was the problem. She was demanding something from me and that was not on the agenda. Of course I wanted all of that delicious pussy in my mouth. It was already sopping wet but that was the cue for me to bring another one of my toys into action. Having released the chains I crawled from under.

The toy I had in mind was a mechanical dildo. It consisted of a good-sized cock on the end of a crank that could be set at any angle for the best penetration. Ordinarily I would have had Kathleen vertical and astride the thing. She would have been stood feet flat on the floor and held in position by straps. The machine could then fuck her for as long as I thought fit. But today things would be different. I liked the suspended bondage position in which Kathleen was being held because, even after multiple orgasms she would not collapse if, by chance, she should lose consciousness. To adjust the contraption so that it could do its work in her as she now lay was a matter of a few minutes’ work. Soon I had the massive weapon pointed at her vagina. I extended it to the full length of its crank and slid it into her cunt. I watched with pleasure as the rounded, life-like head broached her fleshy portals. Her pussy opened willingly to the intruder and I had a moment’s thought as to whether or not she was a virgin. Well, whatever, she certainly would not be in a moment or two. If there was a hymen in the way it would soon be broken.

“Yeeeow!” Kathleen bucked at the intrusion then wriggled to get it comfortably inside her. “My ... ooooh ... it is killing me ... too big … ooooh!”

Because of her youth and status I was reluctant, at the moment, to fuck her myself for fear of unwanted results. Unlike Kerry, already married and a mother whom I could fuck any time I wished and sod the consequences, Kathleen I could afford to get pregnant, not yet anyway. Oh, I would fuck her before she left me. By then she would be happily moving into the bed of her prospective husband so that paternity of any child would be accepted as his. Wooaa! What was I thinking of? I had no way of telling just how long I would need to keep Kathleen under constraint but I fully expected it to be several months. Could I honestly restrain myself from fucking her for so long a time? I knew well that I could not and therefore I had to provide her with contraception. I had just the stuff to add to her food. Besides, my task was to put her to the cock and to remove any shame or guilt she might feel because of her evident desires. The poor girl had denied herself for far too long.

“Is that nice and comfortable?” I asked with irony in my voice. I knew by her writhing and squirming that she was enjoying the penetration. She was straining to meet the artificial prick.

“F ... u … c … k!” The long drawn out exclamation told me all I wanted to know. It was time to get the machine started. I pressed the switch which set the thing vibrating. It wrenched from Kathleen’s excitement-constricted throat a long groan of intense pleasure. I moved to stand in front of her and gently caressed her heart shaped face which was flushed and glowing. I moved my hands down to her breasts. Her eyes were closed and her luscious lips were open revealing pearly teeth. Her breathing was quicker now. I needed no other signs though more were evident, nonetheless. The very scent of her, enticing and almost impossible to resist, exuded from every pore. Her skin was flushed and her breasts harder. Her nipples were extended and hard as rubber. I fondled them and squeezed, pulled at the rings. My cock had risen again to its usual hardness and I thrust it against Kathleen’s face. She reached hungrily for it with her mouth and her lips closed gratefully over it. I let her have her way. I pushed in between her plump, ruby red lips and almost collapsed with the joy of her hot mouth. She sucked on it avidly. I watched her bottom wriggling as she tried to reach orgasm with the big cock that filled her sopping wet pussy. Christ! This girl was hot, hot, hot! So hot, in fact, that for the first time since becoming a counsellor, I was wondering just how I could keep her here forever. Could I really make her mine? It was a thought that was gaining currency in my mind and I did not care that it was infringing my professional rules.

“Aaaaaah!” I exploded into her mouth, giving down a full load that fired into the back of her throat. She continued to suck powerfully until my cock began to soften. Then I pulled it from her pressing lips with a slight plopping sound. I bent and kissed her lips. She returned it with lively enthusiasm and I found myself grateful for the wanton tenderness and searched within her sweet mouth with my questing tongue. To my surprise her tongue entered my mouth with the same searching curiosity. It was a moment of unique ecstasy which I didn’t want to stop. At all events, I broke away panting with the joy of that intimate embrace, somewhat bewildered by my own emotional state. This wonderful girl was having a most profound effect upon me and I loved it. It was some time before I could restore my equilibrium and gather my thoughts.

Back at the machine I turned a knob and slowly the dildo withdrew out of Kathleen’s pussy, almost to the head before the noiseless crank began to drive it back in. Kathleen moaned and writhed.

“Oh yes, Oh yes, oooooooh ... ooooh, oh fuck me ... p ... l ...ease!”

I turned up the power and the machine began a contented electrical moan as the speed of the crank increased. The dildo, glistening with Kathleen’s juices, slid in and out with a relentless motion that would continue for as long as I pleased. I watched the proceedings for several minutes, fine tuning the machine until I judged that the motion was absolutely right for Kathleen’s powerful temperament. Her sighs and groans were testament to the level of pleasure she was experiencing. Good! I intended to stay close, caressing her heated skin or giving her a few stripes with the cat-o-nine-tails, until she had her first orgasm. The machine buzzed on with metronomic constancy. So rigid was it that it impaled Kathleen such that her own movements were restricted but, within its scope, she writhed happily. Her movements became more urgent as she approached orgasm. She tried to lift her hips but could find no leverage within her floating bonds. She squealed and shuddered. I bent to watch the flowing juices pour off the relentless cock. Mindlessly it was driving her on to the next one and the next and the one after that. How I was wishing that it was my cock driving her to such a pitch. I was poised and ready for the opening of her rose hole. I prised apart the large cheeks and looked carefully at the little crinkly ring then lowered by face and pressed between those cheeks, letting my tongue play around her nether hole. I felt it pulsating and prodded at it with my tongue until it was gripped by the tightness of her sphincter. I let some saliva flow over it for a moment or two then straightened. It was a wonderful sight, winking so wetly, that it was enough to start my recently sucked charger rising yet again. I played around the hole with light fingers and then eased one in. Her bottom rose to meet it so I plunged in a second finger, working them backwards and forwards as renewed squeals of pleasure filled the cellar with Kathleen’s echoing cries. If it hadn’t been so difficult to mount her in that position I would have fucked her ass right there and then. But I could not so I contented myself with putting in a third finger, then working all three of them round until her bottom hole had loosened a little. After several minutes I reluctantly I pulled out my fingers and watched avidly as her hole gently closed.

“No … no. Don’t go away. Oh fuck me there, please!” “Not yet, my little darling, not yet. Be patient.”

It was time for me to see how Kerry was getting on.