I recognize that I married a woman who is out of my league. Andrea is blonde, with a beautiful face, a nice rack, and a delightful bubble butt. She is also thoughtful and tries hard in bed. I, on the other hand, am average looking, inconsiderate, and a selfish lover. Still, our marriage seems to work, and we are a happy couple. There is, however, one aspect of our sex life that we do not see eye to eye on. I am obsessed with the idea of my wife fighting another woman. Unfortunately, my wife is not the fighting type.
Even though she is better than I deserve, she works hard to keep me happy, and after years of hinting, pestering, and begging, she agreed to wrestle another woman for my birthday. We found a reasonably attractive woman online named Marcia. I was so excited as my ultimate fantasy was about to come true. Then the match happened, and it was a total letdown. The match was more like a play fight as the two were afraid to hurt each other. I'm unsure what I expected, but the wrestling was lame, and the women showed no aggression or competitiveness. They kept smiling and laughing the whole time, which hurt the mood. The only aspect that was remotely sexy was at the end when Marcia let Andrea spank her and then pin her. Even then, Marcia giggled, making it obvious she was letting Andrea win.
When it was finished, Andrea looked at me proudly; I didn't have the heart to tell her the whole match sucked. Later that night, while we had sex, Andrea kept reliving the match. She clearly enjoyed it more than I did. Her favorite part was when she spanked Marcia.
A few months later, when Andrea's birthday came, she told me she had a sexy request.
"I want to tie you up and spank you," she said with a sexy gleam in her eye.
"I don't think so."
"Why?" she asked, clearly hurt.
"I'm just not interested in that sort of thing. It doesn't sound very fun."
Later that night, when I tried to give Andrea some birthday loving, she ignored me and went to sleep instead. This was unusual since Andrea loves sex. Laying there in bed, I wondered if I had been unfair in dismissing Andrea's spanking idea. After all, she had unselfishly wrestled another woman for my birthday, despite not having any interest in fighting, and now that she had opened up with a secret desire, I shot her down. She had hinted at BDSM inclinations for years and had enjoyed spanking Marcia, but this was the first time she had ever spoken about having a sexual fetish.
As I said earlier, I am a selfish lover, and I realized this long ago. I knew Andrea deserved better, so I decided to do something about it. While I still had no interest in being tied up and spanked, I knew plenty of people did, so, just as I did when I was looking for an opponent for Andrea, I turned to the world wide web for help. In a few short minutes, Google clued me into Desiree's Fantasy Fun House. I called them on the phone and talked to Desiree (Desiree was actually a middle-aged man named Bud, but I guess Bud's Fantasy Fun House did not sound as charming) and was able to set up a magical opportunity for Andrea to play out her BDSM fantasies.
At first, Andrea was cool on the idea, thinking the whole idea sounded a little sketchy. Disappointed, I tried to make her feel guilty by telling her how much money I had put down as a deposit. Then I told her I had spent several hundred dollars on her outfit. Andrea, like most women, loves clothes, so I should have led with the outfit argument. She immediately fell in love with what I had purchased.
Andrea tried on the outfit, and she looked better than I had imagined. A black corset fit snugly around her hourglass figure, and the top pushed up her boobs, making them look bigger and perkier than usual. My two favorite items were the black leather thigh-high boots and thongs. The high heels added 4 inches to my wife's height, making her appear 5'6, and the tops of the boots came halfway up my wife's creamy pale thighs. My wife's plump ass is made for a thong, which only made the outfit sexier. Her attire was accessorized by long black fingerless gloves that extended past her elbows and a riding crop that completed the dominatrix look. What finally sealed the deal was the black mask I had bought. This gave her a level of anonymity which made her more comfortable with the idea.
I drove her to Desiree's, and Bud gave us the rundown on how the session works. Andrea pays to be a dominatrix, and men pay to be her submissive. Since there were more submissives, a popular dominatrix could get multiple sessions for the price of one. Then Bud explained that people could subscribe to his website and watch the sessions. When he explained this, Andrea began to waver on the idea, but I reminded her that she would be wearing a mask.
When Andrea went to change into her outfit, Bud showed me to a room where I could watch the sessions on a computer screen.
A male submissive named Doug, entered the room first. He looked nervous, like it was also his first time. A few minutes later, my wife came in.
Since she was inexperienced yet expected to dictate the session, Bud had given her some pointers on how to be a dominatrix. Andrea is an intelligent woman and a quick study. She quickly took charge of the room, swatting Doug with her riding crop and barking orders. I had never seen her this way. The room was filled with various bondage equipment, and Andrea took her time experimenting with them. By the end of the session, she had Doug handcuffed and was spanking him with a paddle.
While driving home, Andrea was so excited, chattering on and on about how much fun she had. Desiree's was an hour from our house, and as I drove, Andrea became more and more excited. About 15 minutes into the drive home, we passed a hotel. Andrea demanded that we stop. After spending an hour in the room, we resumed our drive home.
The following month, Andrea was anxious to go back. Bud said she did well the first time for a beginner, but after the second time, he said she had elite potential. He had even given her a stage name- Mistress Karina. Andrea loved the name.
Andrea wanted to go back once a month, but the sessions were not cheap, and this was becoming an expensive hobby. Since the sessions were recorded, people could watch them online. Andrea was becoming a favorite, both for her assertive presence and shapely body, and was also in high demand by the submissives. Bud decided he was making so much money off her that she could do it for free. Since she no longer had to pay and demand was so high, Andrea began going several times a month. Due to work, I could not attend most of the time, so Bud gave me a link to the security footage so that I could watch from home.
While I did not find the activity as sexually arousing as Andrea did, I enjoyed watching my wife assert her authority while wearing the skimpy dominatrix outfit. She really got into the role and would never break character until she took off the sexy attire right before leaving. Since I was watching the security feed, I was able to watch the room between sessions, when the cleaning lady, Maria, would come in to sanitize the benches and other equipment. Andrea would bark orders at the pretty little Latino and threaten to swat her with the riding crop if she did not work fast and efficiently. Maria did not like the way Andrea bossed her around, but reluctantly followed every command. Besides, Andrea towered over the diminutive cleaning lady, who was barely 5 feet tall.
She often had an idea of who her submissives would be, and one day she told me that she was supposed to have a couple. This was different from the norm and had me intrigued.
As usual, the submissives entered first. The couple was young, and they looked familiar. Like most men, I rarely forget a pretty face, and the female was adorable. She was petite, with honey-brown hair and a cute face. Her skimpy tank top and shorts showed off her lean arms and legs. The guy was tall and had the muscular frame of an athlete.
"I don't know about this," the woman said.
"It's going to be fun, Kaleigh," the man said reassuringly. "You said you wanted to do something different, daring, and exciting."
"I know, but this seems weird."
The name Kaleigh suddenly rang a bell, and I realized where I knew them from. They were both students at the college I work at. The guy's name was Cole, and he was a power-hitting third baseman on the college's baseball team.
As they continued their discussion, the door suddenly swung open, and Mistress Karina entered. My wife looked badass as she walked in like she owned the place.
"Bow before Mistress Karina, you two pathetic fools!" my wife commanded.
"That's it, this is too much," Kaleigh said, "Let's go, Cole."
"Silence!" Andrea ordered, "You do not speak unless Mistress Karina gives you permission." Kaleigh moved to leave, but Andrea was blocking the exit. In her high-heeled boots, my wife towered over Kaleigh, and the diminutive brunette looked a little intimidated.
"I said BOW!" Andrea hissed as she slapped the riding crop against her hand in a menacing manner. Cole obediently bowed, but Kaleigh refused, so Andrea began swatting the girl's hips and legs, leaving red marks on her tanned thighs.
"Oww!" Kaleigh screamed, "Stop that! Cole, help!" Cole did not move to help, and since Kaleigh was not using the safe word.
"Do not speak to him," Andrea commanded as she swatted the cute brunette some more.
"I’m sorry… I’m sorry!” Kaleigh cried as she began to sob. Andrea did not take pity on her and swatted her some more.
“You don’t speak to me either, unless I give you permission.”
I found it so sexy watching my wife bring the adorable but cocky brunette under her control. Kaleigh finally understood that Andrea meant business and began to obey her commands.
My wife forced Kaleigh over a padded bench and handcuffed her to it, leaving the brunette’s ass jutting out. As the young woman continued to whimper, Andrea turned toward Cole. She made him strip down to his underwear and then handcuffed him to an x-shaped cross.
After properly disciplining Cole, Andrea turned back to Kaleigh. She pulled the brunette's shorts down, revealing pink cotton panties. I had access to multiple cameras and was able to find one that gave me a great view of Kayleigh’s lovely little ass that was wiggling uncomfortably before my wife. Andrea picked up a paddle and then yanked up on the bottoms of Kaleigh’s panties, forcing the brunette’s ass to stick up toward Andrea. The panties now resembled thongs as the cotton material dug into the brunette’s crevice and bared her ass cheeks. After paddling the brunette’s cute ass red, Andrea walked around to the front of her.
“Are you ready to obey your mistress?”
“Yes…yes,” Kaleigh whimpered, “Please don’t paddle me anymore.”
Andrea uncuffed Kaleigh and ordered her to remove her tank top and sandals. Kaleigh reluctantly complied.
These sessions had become boring to me, but watching my shapely wife, in her sexy black attire, command the adorable brunette in her cute bra and panties was highly arousing. The half-hour session ended too soon. With the two kneeling before her in handcuffs, Andrea instructed them to clean her boots with their tongues. After her boots were sufficiently cleaned, she commanded them to stand, and then she removed their cuffs.
“Give your mistress a kiss on the cheek, and then you both can leave.” They gave her a kiss, and Kaleigh turned to leave with a look of relief on her face. However, Cole hesitated momentarily and reached down and palmed Andrea’s ass cheek. My wife broke character for just a moment, letting out a startled squeal as Cole squeezed her cheek before hurrying out the door.
I found the whole experience very exciting, and Andrea also enjoyed it. We both could not wait for another couple session. Unfortunately, couple sessions are rare, and a couple of months went by with only singles.
After a while, I lost interest and barely paid attention to the sessions. I felt obligated to watch them, though, because Andrea, still enjoying them as much as ever, would ask me about the sessions when she got home.
One evening, I was half watching TV while half watching one of the sessions on my laptop. Andrea was spanking one of her regulars when the door whipped open. A chubby redhead with a nasty expression barged in.
“Tom! What the hell is she doing to you?” She yelled.
“B-Belinda! What are you doing here?” the submissive asked in a panic.
“I knew you weren’t bowling, so I followed you here.”
Andrea, caught off guard by the redhead almost as much as Tom, quickly regained her composure.
“Who dares enter Mistress Karina’s lair without permission?” Andrea asked. My heart began to beat faster as I sensed an impromptu couple session. I couldn’t wait to see my wife discipline this disruptive redhead.
“Who the hell are you?” Belinda countered.
“I- I’m Mistress Karina,” Andrea stammered, not used to being questioned while in her dominatrix outfit. “You don’t ask the questions. I do. Now kneel before me, before I must discipline you.” Andrea held up her riding crop menacingly.
Not intimidated, Belinda stepped forward and socked Andrea in the stomach. Mistress Karina folded in half, her shapely ass sticking up in the air momentarily before she dropped to her knees. While my wife knelt on the floor, gasping for air, Belinda turned to her husband.
“How could you let that wimp, dressed like a cheap whore, whip you like that?”
Andrea regained her breath as the couple argued and slowly returned to her feet.
“I…I will teach you to strike, Mistress Karina!” Andrea reared back the riding crop and swatted Belinda across her sizeable ass.
The redhead turned around, her eyes blazing fire. Andrea reared back to swat her again, but the chubby redhead was faster than she looked. As the riding crop came toward her, Belinda caught Andrea’s wrist in midair. Although Andrea was slightly taller, thanks to her 4-inch heels, the redhead outweighed her by 30-40 lbs. Belinda twisted Andrea’s arm behind her back and snatched the riding crop from her hand. She smacked Andrea’s lovely backside twice before Andrea could break away. Belinda began to chase Andrea around the room, swatting her ass as she ran.
“Ooh, that hurts,” Andrea whined, “Ouch, stop, stop.” Andrea could not run very fast in her heels, and her well-rounded tush was striped red. Andrea did not look very menacing anymore, running around the room, squealing like a little child. I knew this was against the rules and kept waiting for security to intervene. I had a suspicion that no one was usually watching the security feed except me and that the cameras were simply there to record the sessions for Desiree’s on-demand service. My suspicions were proven correct, as no one arrived to save Andrea.
Belinda trapped Andrea in the corner and began pounding her with her fists. My wife’s shapely body took a tremendous beating before she collapsed on the floor. Then Belinda turned toward her husband.
“Now get your clothes on before I kick your ass, too,” Belinda bellowed at her husband. The couple left the room, leaving my wife crumpled on the floor.
I was concerned that my wife was seriously injured as she lay moaning in pain for several minutes. She slowly sat up and tried to shake the cobwebs free. It became clear that she was uninjured, just dazed and shaken.
Then Maria came in to see if the room needed cleaning.
“Oh, mistress, are you okay?” Maria asked. She reached down and tried to help Andrea up.
“I…I’m fine,” Andrea rudely pushed Maria’s hand away, refusing her help. She tried to stand, but her legs were wobbly, and she stumbled around the room before falling on her curvaceous ass.
“Hmpf,” Maria said as she walked off, leaving my wife sitting on her ass. After a few more minutes, Andrea could finally walk out of the room.
I assumed that this was the end of Mistress Karina and that Andrea would not be very enthusiastic about resuming the role. When she did not schedule any new sessions, Bud called concerned. Andrea was a big moneymaker, and he did not want her to quit. He assured her that this type of thing never happened and that he would ensure that there would be security on duty at her subsequent sessions. He also promised he would not release the video to the public if she continued as Mistress Karina. Of course, it was in Bud’s best interest, and Andrea’s, to maintain her reputation as a badass dominatrix. Andrea enjoyed being Mistress Karina, so she agreed to return.
The subsequent few sessions were with typical submissives. To me, they were uneventful and boring. Then Kaleigh and Cole returned.
Bud had told us in advance that Kaleigh and Cole had specially requested Mistress Karina. My wife had enjoyed her time with them before and looked forward to disciplining them again.
The couple walked into the room to wait for their mistress. I began checking Kaleigh out, switching camera angles to get a good view of her body. She was wearing a midriff t-shirt, cutoff jean shorts, and sneakers. Her tanned body looked delicious, and I could not wait to see my wife make her strip to her undies again.
My wife marched in confidently, eager to chastise the couple and make them her pets.
“Kneel before your mistress.”
“No,” Kaleigh answered firmly.
“Wh…what did you say?” Andrea stuttered.
“My Uncle Bud showed me the video of you getting your ass kicked by that fat redhead,” Kaleigh answered with a smirk, “I can’t believe I was frightened of you last time. After seeing you whining like a baby, I realized you are nothing but a big wimp. Maybe you should be afraid of me.” She emphasized her point by jabbing Andrea in one of her upright boobs.
“D…don’t touch me. I’m Mistress Karina. You will respect me.”
“Or what?” Kaleigh jabbed her boob again. Even though my wife was 10 lbs. heavier and towered over her in her heels, Kaleigh was no longer intimidated.
“This is what!” Andrea struck her across her hip with the riding crop. Before she could hit her again, Kaleigh lunged forward and grabbed the end of it. A tug-of-war broke out as the two women battled for control of the riding crop. “Let…loose. This…is…mine.”
Andrea struggled to keep her balance in the high heels and, despite her size advantage, was easily slung around the room by the little brunette. During the tussle, Kaleigh maneuvered behind Andrea, pulled the riding crop back across my wife’s throat, and began choking her. Since Andrea was so much taller than Kaleigh, the brunette was pulling downward, bending Andrea’s back in a c-shape.
“St…op…you’re…cho…king…me,” Andrea stammered.
While I was excited to see my wife in another real catfight, once again, she was not doing well. It was one thing to lose to the redheaded bulldog-looking woman named Belinda, but my wife should be able to defeat this cute little brunette.
My wife managed to break loose and stumbled away. While my wife struggled to breathe, Kaleigh dropped the crop and charged her. They began slapping each other like two little girls on the playground. Kaleigh grabbed a handful of blonde hair and began slinging Andrea around the room again. Even though I was a little concerned and embarrassed for my wife, I did find it arousing to see her sexy body being flung about by the petite college girl.
Kaleigh whipped Andrea crashing into a wall. My wife scrambled to her feet and stumbled toward the door in an attempt to escape. Kaleigh was much faster and snatched the back of Andrea’s thongs. Andrea’s boots slid along the floor as Kaleigh pulled her back to the middle of the room. As the cute brunette was tugging on them, I could see the thongs dig into my wife’s snatch displaying a noticeable camel toe. Andrea kicked backward, using her pointed heels as a weapon, but the brunette dodged her boot.
Kaleigh grabbed a handful of blonde hair and slung Andrea to the floor. When Andrea struggled to her feet, Kaleigh grabbed her hair and flung her back to the floor. This was repeated 5 or 6 times as the brunette laughed at my frustrated wife. Andrea knelt on the floor, realizing it was useless to try and stand.
“Quit laughing,” Andrea whined, and I could see tears welling up through the eye holes of her mask, “I’m Mistress Karina. I demand that you obey me.” That just made Kaleigh laugh even harder.
The brunette snatched Andrea up by her golden locks. With one hand remaining in Andrea’s hair, Kaleigh began slapping her with the other. Andrea tried to stop her and was able to grab Kaleigh’s wrist.
“Cole!” Kaleigh shouted, “Grab her arms!”
Recognizing the dom in the room, Cole did as he was told. He grabbed Andrea’s arms and pulled them behind her back. Andrea squirmed and struggled to pull away, but Cole was too strong.
“Now, bitch, Cole and I are going to have some fun,” Kaleigh said sadistically. She roughly tore Andrea’s black corset off, leaving my wife topless.
“Stop it…let me loose,” Andrea whined.
“I’ll command Cole to let you go on one condition. I want to hear you beg me, your new mistress, to let you free.”
“But…but I’m the mistress,” Andrea pouted.
“Have it your way.” Kaleigh reared back her fist and slammed it against Andrea’s right boob, her knuckles sinking deep into the center of the soft, plump mound. My wife squealed in pain as the cute brunette began nailing her with punch after punch. With my wife’s arms held behind her, Kaleigh could take her time and throw hard, accurate blows. Most punches struck my wife’s beautifully formed breasts, but some struck her tummy and ribs. The room was filled with loud smacking sounds as Kaleigh pulverized my wife’s luscious body with her dainty fists.
“Please…please stop,” Andrea sobbed, but Kaleigh kept pummeling her. “Please…please,” then she said the magic word, “Mistress…please stop.” Kaleigh smiled and relented in her assault.
“Very well,” Mistress Kaleigh said, “Cole let her loose.” After being savagely beaten, Andrea could barely stand on her own. She wobbled on her feet as she massaged her battered breasts. “Now I want you to do everything I say when I say it. Now take off your boots.”
“What?” Andrea asked—big mistake.
SMACK. Kaleigh slapped Andrea across the cheek, sending my beautiful blonde wife reeling backward into Cole. Cole wrapped his arms around her, cupping her breasts in his hands, and held her up.
Kaleigh took Andrea’s chin and said, “You do not speak unless I tell you to speak. Now take off your boots.”
Cole reluctantly unhanded Andrea’s boobs as she slithered out of his arms. She bent over and began taking her boots off. She was still shaky, so Cole thoughtfully placed his hands on her hips and held her up. After Andrea slipped her boots off, she straightened back up. Without her heels, my wife was almost as short as Kaleigh.
“Now, take off your panties!” Kaleigh ordered.
Andrea had no choice but to comply. She reached down and slid her panties down her creamy thighs and calves. Then Cole caressed and squeezed her soft, smooth butt cheeks while Kaleigh reached forward and grabbed her crotch, forcing Andrea up on her toes.
“Mistress Karina…Ha! What a joke.” Kaleigh chortled as she and Cole continued to molest my wife’s naked body. “You’re nothing but a cream puff with big tits and a fat ass.” Still holding Andrea in place with a tight grip on her pussy, Kaleigh began slapping and jiggling my wife’s boobs with her free hand. “There’s only one thing left to remove.”
“No, please don’t!” Andrea exclaimed, “Not my mask. You can’t let everyone see who I am!”
Kaleigh let out a pitiless giggle as she yanked the mask off. My wife looked mortified as her identity was revealed to the camera. Stripped of her attire, Andrea had lost all semblance of intimidation. Tears streaking her cheeks and her lower lip trembling, she looked more like a scared schoolgirl than a dominatrix.
Kaleigh grabbed her by the ear and marched her over to a stool. The brunette sat down and draped Andrea over her lap. She ran her hands over my wife’s soft, pillowy ass and looked up at Cole.
“So, you think her ass is sexy?” Kaleigh asked Cole.
“What?” Cole wasn’t sure how to answer. “Kind of…sure.”
“I heard you tell Jase that she had the nicest ass you had ever seen.”
“Oh, well, we were just talking shit to each other. Her ass isn’t as nice as yours.”
“You’re such a liar.” While Kaleigh had a nice body, even she realized her ass was not close in quality to Andrea’s lovely toosh.
SPLAT!
Kaleigh’s hand came smacking down against Andrea’s plump ass cheek.
SPLAT!
SPLAT!
Andrea squirmed helplessly in Kaleigh’s lap as the brunette spanked her. Even though it was not Andrea’s fault that Cole had coveted her fine derriere, Kaleigh intended to punish her for her boyfriend’s lustfulness. My wife’s tits swung and jiggled as her pale ass began to turn pink. Andrea had quit protesting and merely whimpered pitifully.
After several minutes of punishing Andrea’s ass, Kaleigh flipped her off her lap, and my wife plopped onto the floor.
“Bring her over here,” Kaleigh said as she walked over to a large, cushioned platform often used as a bed. Cole tossed Andrea over his shoulder, walked over to Kaleigh, and dropped my wife like a sack of potatoes. Kaleigh cuffed Andrea’s wrists to two chains attached to the wall.
My wife lay helplessly on the platform, and her teary eyes looked up fearfully at her mistress. Kaleigh knelt beside her and grabbed two handfuls of Andrea’s boobs. At first, she simply groped them, but the brunette progressively got rougher and began slapping and pinching the soft mounds. Andrea squealed and writhed in pain, but she was helpless to prevent her breasts from being assaulted.
Tired of abusing my wife’s breasts, Kaleigh reached toward the cleft between Andrea’s legs. After the maltreatment Kaleigh had given her breasts, Andrea was not keen on her pussy being mauled. My wife clamped her thighs shut, blocking the brunette’s assault. Kaleigh tried to pry Andrea’s thighs open, but my wife’s legs were her strongest feature.
Failing to part Andrea’s creamy thighs, Kaleigh ordered Cole to help. He sat beside Andrea’s waist and leaned forward, grabbing her ankles. Andrea whimpered as the muscular college athlete easily separated her legs. My wife’s cxnt was spread wide, leaving her delicate pink middle exposed and vulnerable. Kaleigh reared back her fist and then socked Andrea’s precious pussy dead center. Andrea’s snatch was stretched open so wide that the brunette’s dainty knuckles were able to penetrate my wife’s pussy lips. My beautiful blonde spouse let out a loud pitiful moan as her inner womanhood was pounded by Kaleigh’s fist.
As I watched Kaleigh hammer my wife’s sweet pussy, I began to wonder where the promised security was at. I tried to call Bud, but my calls kept going to voice mail.
Kaleigh sat back and inspected the tender juncture between my wife’s thighs. The sadistic grin on her face made it clear she was not finished torturing Andrea. My wife had not shaved in a few weeks, and blonde curls of tawny hair surrounded her slit. Kaleigh grabbed a curl and yanked it out. Andrea squealed miserably, and the brunette giggled wickedly as my wife’s snatch was ripped bare.
With no more hair to pluck, Kaleigh cruelly pinned the tender pussy lips around my wife’s, now bare, center. Then she slid her fingers inside my wife’s womanhood. Suddenly, Andrea shrieked loudly as Kaleigh’s fingers clamped down on her clitoris. I could not believe a woman would use such a cruel tactic on another female. My wife began to sob hysterically, tears streaming down her cheeks as her pussy was brutally tortured.
“You are such a baby,” Kaleigh taunted, “Your crying is really spoiling the mood.” She hopped off the platform, retrieved Andrea’s discarded thong, and crammed it in my wife’s mouth, muffling her bawling. “That’s better.”
The brunette resumed her assault on Andrea’s delicate crotch, alternating between slugging and pinching it. She pummeled her until my wife finally fainted from the pain.
“I think she passed out,” Cole said as he released her ankles.
“Well, that’s not fun.” Kaleigh crawled beside Andrea and gently slapped her face until she began to move. “Wake up, sleepy head.” Andrea’s eyes partially opened, and she began to make muffled moaning sounds. Her legs had been forcibly held open wide for so long that she was too weak to close them. Her body trembled in convulsions from the abuse she had suffered.
I was afraid that Kaleigh would start beating Andrea again, but, to my pleasant surprise, she did not. Instead, she flipped her sneakers off and slid her shorts and panties off. While I wish my wife had been able to strip them off her, I still enjoyed seeing her partially undress. Though not as shapely as my wife, the brunette had a tight, sexy body. She slithered over my wife’s face and then sat back, so Andrea’s head was between her legs. Kaleigh then motioned for Cole to join her. He quickly undressed and straddled Andrea, jabbing his engorged cock against her face. Kaleigh grabbed his head and pulled it toward her, and they kissed. Then the sexy brunette lay back, and Cole injected his member inside the damp, needy place between her toned thighs.
I was furious at how my wife was being degraded, especially after Bud had promised security would be in place. She had entered the room that evening as a sexy dominatrix, and now her supposed submissives were having sex on her face.
“We’re not wearing protection, so you have to pull out before you cum,” Kaleigh ordered.
A few moments later, Cole exclaimed, “I’m about to cum!” Kaleigh quickly slid back and sat up. When Cole did not immediately cum, she grabbed his cock and gave it a few pumps, and then it exploded. She had purposely aimed it at my wife, and his cum sprayed all over Andrea’s pretty face as one final act of humiliation.
Finished with my wife, the two put their clothes back on and left, leaving my wife chained on the platform. A few minutes later, Maria walked in to clean the room. She looked a little surprised to see Andrea nude and incapacitated.
“What do we have here?” The Latino housekeeper asked. “Did the great Mistress Karina become a sub?”
“Mmmf,” Andrea murmured incoherently.
“Seeing you lying here almost makes me wish I was a lesbian,” as she walked alongside Andrea, she took out her duster. “Almost, but not quite.” Maria lightly slid the feather duster along Andrea’s thighs, pussy, and tummy, causing my wife to squirm uncomfortably.
“Mmmmf mmmf.”
“Tickles, doesn’t it?” Maria chuckled.
“Mmmm mmf.”
Maria had been transfixed on Andrea’s nude shapely body laid out on the platform, but when she got a good look at her face, she exclaimed, “Is that cum all over your face? Most submissives have rules about being cummed on. What a slut,” she added with a laugh. Maria removed the thong from Andrea’s mouth and wiped the cum off her face.
“Unchain me now!” Andrea demanded, “I mean it. Unchain me this instance.”
Annoyed at Andrea’s tone, Maria finished wiping off all the semen and then jammed the cum-soaked thong back into Andrea’s mouth.
“I don’t take orders from some slutty submissive. Especially a skank that allows her dom to shoot his load all over her face. Besides, I don’t even have the key.”
Maria walked out, and two men in ill-fitting security guard uniforms walked in a few minutes later. One of them was massively overweight and sporting long, bushy sideburns. The other was a little guy that reminded me of a young Barney Fife with a scraggly goatee.
“What have we here?” Fat Sideburns asked. “The great Mistress Karina… or is it just Karina now?”
“We are big fans,” added Goatee Barney, “When Bud told us to watch your room, we had no idea you were going to turn submissive.”
“You did a great job. That couple will remember tonight for as long as they live. It’s broads like you that make this place a success.”
“Mmm, mmph.”
“My apologies,” Fat Sideburns said, “Let me take that gag out of your mouth.”
“Thank you,” Andrea said, forcing herself to sound appreciative, “Now, can you please uncuff me.”
“Hmmm, let me see,” Fat Sideburns began squinting at the cuffs that had Andrea chained to the wall like it was some complex piece of equipment. “Normally, the doms unlock their submissives before they leave. Maybe I have a copy of the key.” He lifted a massive wad of keys clipped to his belt.
As Fat Sideburns began trying his various keys in the locks, Goatee Barney ran his hands over my wife’s thigh. The two were making Andrea uncomfortable, but she did want to antagonize them as she had Maria. Then Goatee Barney took advantage of Andrea’s defenseless condition as he slid his hand along her crotch and began to grope her delicate mound. In his defense, Andrea still had her thighs open invitingly.
“Your pussy took a real beating,” Goatee Barney said.
Andrea grunted as she forced her legs closed, but her pussy’s intruder kept his hands wedged between her thighs and continued violating her vulnerable womanly center.
“There you go, little lady,” Fat Sideburns said as he unchained my wife. Andrea was relieved, but Goatee Barney appeared disappointed as the scrawny guard was compelled to remove his hand from my wife’s snatch.
Andrea sat up and slid off the edge of the platform. Still woozy from her beating, she collapsed into Fat Sideburns’ arms.
“I’ve got you, sweet tits,” Fat Sideburns said compassionately as he fondled my wife’s bare ass. “Do you want me to carry you to the dressing room?”
My wife reluctantly nodded yes, and he effortlessly picked her up. Cradling her naked body in his thick arms, Fat Sideburns carried her out of the room.
When Andrea got home, I could tell she was humiliated. She had been proud to be Mistress Karina and not an ordinary submissive.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I’ll be fine. I just want to go to bed and forget about tonight.”
I gave her space and let her get ready for bed. After taking a long bath, she went to our bedroom. It was getting late, so I joined her. She quickly went to sleep, but I was too aroused. Like Pavlov’s dogs, I had become conditioned to having sex after her BDSM sessions.
I pulled back the covers and admired her sexy body. Reaching under her, I unclasped her bra and slipped it off. She squirmed a little as the cool air from our ceiling fan wisped across her bare breasts, causing her nipples to become erect.
“What are you doing,” she mumbled sleepily.
Ignoring her, I cupped her boobs in my hands and massaged and kneaded the soft mounds. I was gentle, recognizing that they had taken a severe pounding today. She whimpered softly as I played with her breasts.
I was horny and not in the mood for prolonged foreplay, so I grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her creamy thighs.
“Karl, no.”
“I’ll be gentle,” I promised as I looked down at her cleanly plucked pussy. After the mauling it had taken, I wasn’t sure it could handle sex, but I was so aroused I had to try. I slid my hand along the warmth between my wife’s thighs and fingered her. To my surprise, she was already wet. I took this as an invitation and whipped my cock out. Careful not to inflict more damage to her injured womanhood, I slowly stabbed her with my swollen pole.
“Owww!” she cried out, but instead of pushing me away, she arched her hips to grant me easier access.
As I began driving my cock in and out of her, she let out a series of painful groans and whimpers. I was afraid I was hurting her, so I began to pull out.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped.
“Yes, Mistress Karina,” I replied. She smiled slightly before grunting in pain.
In under two minutes, Andrea’s shapely body clenched in shuddering spasms, and she cried out in a loud climax. I had never caused her to have an orgasm so quickly. Before I could find relief, she pulled away.
“No more,” she said as she pulled away, “I can’t take anymore.” I was stunned as she rolled over and went to sleep, leaving me to find relief in the bathroom.
The next day, Andrea said she was finished with BDSM. Bud called her every week, begging her to return, but she refused. He apologized for letting Kaleigh and Cole see the video with Belinda and promised not to show anyone else the footage if she would come back. When she still refused, he threatened to release the videos of her with Belinda and Kaleigh. He claimed he could make a lot of money, showing the demise of Mistress Karina. We were tired of his blackmail and decided to let him release both videos. Then Bud offered us a deal. If Andrea agreed to one more session, he would give us the only copies of the Belinda and Kaleigh videos. Bud said Mistress Karina was so popular that he would bill it as her last appearance and offer live streaming. He even offered us 5% of the profits. We finally agreed.
The closer time got to the final session, the more excited Andrea got. She enjoyed being Mistress Karina and was sad to see her dominatrix days end.
“I don’t know, Karl, maybe this won’t be my last session,” she said right before leaving the house, “Maybe Mistress Karina is not finished. I enjoy being her so much.” She kissed me and left. Once again, I would have to watch from my laptop as I was busy typing a report for work.
The session was supposed to begin at 6:30, but when I logged in to the security feed, there was not a submissive in the room. A minute later, Andrea entered the empty room. She wore a new outfit since Kaleigh had damaged her old one. This one was equally as sexy and intimidating looking. It was a leather one-piece that hugged her curves nicely. She had new long, fingerless gloves and boots. The new boots were taller than the last, elevating her height to about 5’7. These boots came up just past her knees, and dark nylon stockings extended out, covering much of her lovely thighs.
She looked around the room with a befuddled expression on her pretty face. Then the door opened again, and a woman walked in. Both Andrea and my mouths dropped open as we immediately recognized the woman. It was Mistress Chara, another successful dominatrix at Desiree’s.
Mistress Chara was also in all-black. She wore a black dress with slits down the side, revealing long, slim legs clad in black silk stockings. Though the boots on her heels were not as high as Andrea’s, she was almost as tall as my wife. She was also slenderer than my shapely wife, probably weighing 5-10 lbs. less. Chara’s jet-black hair contrasted with my wife’s blonde locks.
“I think you’re in the wrong room,” Andrea said.
“No, dearie, I’m in the right place. I think it’s time we set the record straight.”
“What are you talking about.”
“For years, I have commanded Desiree’s, and then you came along, stealing my clients. I understand people are always looking for something new, and you are very, very sexy.” I enjoyed how Mistress Chara purred when she talked. “Now it’s time to establish once and for all that I am a real dominatrix, and you are simply a little girl posing as one.”
“I’m no poser,” Andrea replied, “I’m the real deal.” Andrea put on the most assertive expression she could muster as she attempted to match the confidence oozing out of the raven-haired beauty before her.
I was becoming so aroused at the site of the two women facing off against each other. Though my wife had not fared well against Belinda or Kaleigh, her primary weakness had been her high heels, but Chara’s heels neutralized that weakness. I wanted desperately to see my wife dominate the sexy Chara and turn the cocky beauty into a submissive.
“Kneel before me, and maybe I won’t hurt you too badly,” Chara said.
“Never. You kneel before me, bitch.” My wife is not one to cuss, and she quickly regretted cursing then.
WHACK! Andrea’s head whipped sideways as Chara slapped her across the cheek.
“I’ll teach you not to be insolent,” Chara hissed.
Andrea responded with a closed-fist punch aimed at Chara’s chin. While the blow missed, I was proud of Andrea for responding decisively. Chara then threw a punch that did not miss, knocking Andrea back a step. Soon both women were throwing punches. Their high heels limited their mobility, so they mainly stood in place, swinging their fists wildly.
While her high heels had been neutralized by Chara’s heels and were no longer a disadvantage, the slender Chara quickly demonstrated superior punching skills and began pummeling Andrea’s pretty face with deadly precision. Although concerned for my wife’s health, I admired Chara’s skill as she pummeled Andrea. It was evident that she was in a different league than my wife.
After a well-aimed punch to Andrea’s chin, my wife’s eyes crossed, and she crumpled to the floor. Chara did not attack my wife while she was dazed and vulnerable on the ground. Instead, she paced in front of Andrea and began to lecture her.
“I told everyone that you were all tits and ass with no substance,” Chars gloated, “You are nothing but a pathetic wimp, hardly worth the time of a great dominatrix such as myself. I am going to enjoy making you my bitch.”
While Chara lectured her condescendingly, Andrea tried to shake the cobwebs out of her head as she stood up. My wife looked frightened as she wiped at the blood trickling from her nose. She knew both her reputation and physical well-being were on the line.
Andrea lunged at Chara and tried to tackle her, but the dark-haired beauty smoothly stepped aside, and my wife crashed into the wall. Andrea hit the wall hard and momentarily had the breath knocked out of her. Chara laughed as my wife struggled to her feet. Andrea approached Chara wearily this time, and when she got close enough, she tried to punch her. While my wife stumbled unsteadily on her heels, flailing her fists ineffectively, Chara gracefully moved around on her heels, effortlessly dodging each blow.
The more experienced dominatrix took her time, landing well-placed punches that caused my wife to stagger even more. She seemed to enjoy humiliating my wife, who was hardly landing any punches. Finally, my wife recognized that she was defeated, and any further resistance was futile.
“You win,” my wife sobbed as she raised her hands in submission. “I give.”
Chara looked at my wife, swaying precariously on her feet, and laughed.
“You think it’s that simple.” Then she drove her fist into Andrea’s stomach, dropping her to her knees. Chara looked down at my wife, who knelt before her, gasping for air. “You must be properly disciplined first.”
Chara turned her back on Andrea and approached a rack of BDSM toys. Andrea got to her feet and began stumbling towards the door. Chara seemed oblivious to Andrea and that my wife would escape. When Andrea tried to open the door, she discovered it was locked. She turned around and saw Chara casually walking towards her.
“Where are you going, dearie?”
As Chara approached, Andrea desperately swung a haymaker at the confident dominatrix. The punch connected, and the raven-haired beauty stumbled backward. It was my wife’s best offensive move of the fight and had it come a few minutes earlier, it might have resulted in a KO. Instead, in Andrea’s weakened condition, it lacked significant power.
Infuriated, Chara stepped back to give her some room and nailed Andrea across the cheek with a devastating roundhouse kick that sent my outclassed wife staggering backward. As my wife bounced off the wall, she was met by another brilliant kick. Chara’s lean, sexy legs effortlessly devastated my wife with a series of kicks. The last two connected with her stomach and chin, doubling her over before sending her pirouetting and landing face-first on the floor.
Poor Andrea appeared barely conscious as Chara walked over to the board, which held an assortment of accessories. She grabbed a collar and leash and then returned to my wife.
“Stand up,” Mistress Chara commanded.
Andrea was severely dazed and battered, but she had no choice but to comply. She struggled to her feet and stood wobbling. Chara had to catch her several times, or she would have fallen.
“Look at you,” Chara quipped, “You look pitiful.” She was not lying. Andrea’s hair was a mess, blood trickled from her lips, and her eyes were puffy. “You are a disgrace to dominatrixes everywhere. I order you to take that outfit off. You are not fit to wear such sexy and powerful-looking attire.”
My wife whimpered in protest, but she reached behind her and unzipped the back of her corset. She looked miserable as she removed the outfit that had brought so much pride. Chara made her remove all vestiges of her dominatrix persona, including her gloves and boots. Without the boots, she was several inches shorter than the dark-haired dominatrix. She also had to remove the mask, stripping away her anonymity. Andrea was left standing in front of her mistress, naked and humiliated.
“On your knees,” Mistress Chara commanded. The woman did not have to raise her voice to demand attention. Instead, her tone was soft yet steely.
With Andrea kneeling before her, Chara pulled back her blonde hair, slapped the collar around her neck, and attached the leash. The mistress tugged at her and began leading her around the room.
A thought crossed my mind as my wife crawled on her hands and knees like her mistress's pet. This encounter was being live-streamed. Thousands of people worldwide were watching her being demeaned by the raven-haired dominatrix. I could only hope it was not being viewed by someone we knew.
Mistress Chara took her time, as if on a stroll down the block, as she decided what to do next. Despite the degradation my wife was experiencing, I could not help but think about how sexy Andrea’s ass looked from behind, wiggling as she struggled to keep pace with her mistress.
Leading Andrea up to the x-cross in the room, Chara forced her to stand and cuffed Andrea’s wrists and ankles to the apparatus. My beautiful wife was a vision of vulnerability, strapped to the torture device. She looked frightened and helpless.
Chara slid her fingers across Andrea’s shapely body, enjoying each curve and feature. My wife began to squirm as her mistress’s fingers glided softly along her soft flesh.
“You’re a ticklish one, aren’t you, love,” Chara purred. She took a tiny black tickler off the wall and began caressing Andrea’s body with it. At first, my wife started to giggle as she squirmed helplessly in her restraints.
“No…hahaha…stop…hahaha…please…hahaha,” Andrea pleaded/laughed. Chara tickled her for a couple of minutes before stopping.
“I think you’re having too much fun,” Chara said as she brushed the hair out of Andrea’s face. “Are you having too much fun, my sexy plaything?”
“No…I’m not having fun.”
“I think you are. Let’s see what we can do about that.” She walked over to a cabinet and opened it up. Inside were several drawers. She opened one up and pulled out what appeared to be small jumper cables. Andrea’s eyes widened in fear as she realized what they were for.
“You are going to love these.” She grabbed one of Andrea’s plump breasts and kneaded it in her hands. Then she pinched and twisted the nipple until it stood at maximum erection. When she clinched a nipple clamp on it, Andrea let out a painful squeal. Mistress Chara repeated the process with the other breast.
As my wife whimpered in pain, Chara returned to the cabinet and pulled out an extra-large dildo.
“Let’s see if this will fit in your tight little snatch. We may need some lubricant,” she said as she eyed the slit between my wife’s thighs. Chara ran her fingers across Andrea’s crevice, and her eyes widened. “We may not need any gel after all. You, my cute little submissive, are quite wet.”
I could not believe my wife could be wet after the punishment she had received. Andrea let out a loud moan, but otherwise, the dildo slid in easily. Chara stepped back and left the dildo dangling from my wife’s cooch. Despite Andrea’s legs being spread apart, the dildo was so massive that it fit snugly against her delicate inner walls. Her body began to twist and gyrate as she tried to expel the foreign object but was unable.
“Now, let’s try this again,” Chara said as she picked the tickler back up. My wife began giggling again, but in between giggles, she would let out a dildo-induced moan while grimacing from the painful nipple clamps. Tears began to flow down her cheeks as the sensations she felt fluctuated between pleasure and discomfort. Mistress Chara demonstrated mastery of the dominatrix arts as my wife was overwhelmed. She made Andrea’s dominatrix techniques seem amateurish, and, unfortunately for my bound wife, the raven-haired beauty was only beginning.
After ten long minutes, my wife was reduced to blubbering like a child. Chara tossed the tickler down, brushed the hair out of Andrea’s face, and stroked my wife’s quivering bottom lip with her finger.
“Mistress Karina. Ha!” Chara laughed.
“Please, please let me go,” Andrea pleaded, “I’ll leave and never come back. I promise.”
“But I don’t want you to leave. I’m having too much fun.”
Chara uncuffed Andrea, spun her around, and re-cuffed her, so she was facing away from Mistress Chara and the camera. While I was concerned about what Chara would do next, the upside was that I got a great view of Andrea’s lovely ass. Although we have been married for years, I have yet to tire of watching her juicy derriere.
“I’ve been too nice to you so far,” Chara said as she wrapped her arms around my wife, pressing their bodies together. The raven-haired mistress appeared to be subtly grinding her crotch against my wife’s plump ass while her hands slithered along Andrea’s tummy and thighs. Then she whispered something in Andrea’s ear. I could not hear what she said, but my wife’s eyes opened wide in fear.
Chara walked over to the board of accessories and grabbed a black object.
“No…please!” Andrea had often used the flogger on her subs, and now it was about to be used on her.
My poor wife began to squeal as Chara started to whip her. The flogger was not designed to inflict lasting damage to the skin, but it did sting like the dickens. Soon Andrea’s back, ass, and thighs were crisscrossed with red stripes.
The mistress disciplined my wife with the flogger for five painful minutes before stopping and admiring her handiwork.
“Such a nice piece of ass,” she said as she grabbed two handfuls of Andrea’s generous butt cheeks. “I think now you’re beginning to see it takes more than a great ass and perky tits to be a dom.”
Chara uncuffed Andrea and turned her around. My wife sighed in relief as her mistress removed the nipple clamps. Then Mistress Chara took the leash and tugged at it. Andrea waddled uncomfortably as the dildo was still wedged between her lovely thighs. Chara led her to a pummel horse, forcing her to climb and straddle it. Once again, my wife’s wrists and ankles were cuffed, rendering her powerless.
Chara grabbed the dildo and began slowly twisting it and sliding it back and forth, invoking groaning protests from my wife. Without warning, she yanked it out, causing a loud, suction-releasing, smacking sound. Andrea let out an odd moan that seemed to be both a release from pain and a sound of arousal.
Chara dropped the dildo, which was dripping with Andrea’s pussy juice, onto the floor and walked back to the cabinet. She returned with a small, red inflatable butt plug.
“Do you know what this is?”
Andrea shook her head no.
“Ha!” Chara chuckled. “You’re going to love it. I promise.” She walked behind Andrea and separated her ass cheeks.
“Oooooh!” Andrea exclaimed as Chara stuffed the object in her tight, little anus.
“I bet you let guys fuck you up the ass all the time, but I can make your fat ass feel both pleasure and pain simultaneously.” She began pumping the bulb, inflating the butt plug inside my wife’s anal cavity. In truth, my wife has never been fucked up the ass, even though I have wanted to many times.
“Ooooh…that’s enough,” Andrea moaned. “It’s…its… it’s getting too big!” Chara just laughed and kept pumping as Andrea wriggled and struggled desperately on the pummel horse. When she had the butt plug properly inflated, Chara retrieved a paddle from the accessories board.
WHACK! Chara smacked my wife’s gorgeous ass with the paddle. Andrea’s eyes widened as she let out a loud whimper. WHACK! WHACK! Chara hit her again, and Andrea’s whimpering turned into conflicted moaning. Chara was not paddling hard enough to cause severe pain, but it still had to sting. My wife’s luscious ass was not the only thing turning pink, as her face appeared flushed.
I had researched butt plugs while trying to devise ways to introduce anal sex into our bedroom routine. In case I have not said it enough, my wife has an incredible ass, and I have wanted to pound it with my cock ever since we met. What my studies on butt plugs uncovered were that not only do they stretch the anal walls, making anal sex more pleasurable, but while being worn, they press against a nerve that connects to the pussy, increasing arousal. My wife also enjoys being spanked. Few things get her more aroused than a good spanking before sex.
With the combination of the butt plug pressing against her pussy nerve and being paddled, Andrea was clearly becoming aroused. Between the moans and squeals, she began to breathe hard. After several minutes of corporal punishment and Andrea appearing on the verge of an orgasm, Chara suddenly stopped.
“Well, sweetie, our time’s up,” the mistress said. Andrea looked back at her tormentor with skeptical eyes. “Did you have as much fun as I did?”
“No,” Andrea whimpered, unconvinced that the miserable experience was ending.
The raven-haired bully yanked the butt plug out and then uncuffed Andrea. My wife gingerly walked over to retrieve her clothes when Mistress Chara grabbed her wrist and stopped her.
“I think you misunderstood me. I’m finished, and I will be leaving, but you,” Chara paused with a sadistic twinkle in her eyes, “You have more people to entertain. Desiree has rented your cute ass out for a couple more sessions.”
“No, please,” my wife begged, “I can’t take anymore.”
“I think you can,” she said as she led Andrea to a large piece of equipment. It was a 6-foot-tall square stand with a narrow, cushioned platform in the middle. Andrea’s eyes opened wide as she recognized the torture apparatus before her. There are few tools in the BDSM world more humiliating than the breeding stand.
“No… no, you can’t!”
“I can, and I will.”
“No! I won’t let you.” Andrea swung her fist at Chara, but the dark-haired beauty easily blocked it and countered with punches to my wife’s boobs.
“Oooof!” Andrea grunted after receiving an uppercut to the gut. I don’t know what my wife was thinking. She couldn’t defeat Chara when she was fresh. After the beating and torture she had endured, my wife was too slow and weak to mount a credible challenge. In seconds, Chara had squashed my wife’s attempted rebellion and left her doubled over, gasping for air.
The mistress forced my wife back onto the platform and strapped her neck down. Chara strapped Andrea’s wrists to straps that came from the base. Then she pulled Andrea’s legs back one at a time and strapped her ankles to the top ends of the stand, spreading her legs open wide. Then the mistress stepped back to enjoy her handiwork.
“Now you look like an adorable little fuck toy,” Mistress Chara said as she ran her fingers down Andrea’s thighs and along the crevice in her center. “They are going to love you.”
“No! Please don’t leave me like this!” Andrea sobbed.
“Quit your crying.” Chara walked to the cabinet and came back with a ball gag. She wrapped it around Andrea’s head and shoved it into her mouth.
“Mmmmph umph mmmph!” Andrea cried.
“There is one more thing,” she picked up the mask and put it back on Andrea’s face. “Oh, and you won’t need these anymore either,” she said as she gathered Andrea’s dominatrix outfit.
As Chara walked out, my wife twisted and squirmed desperately but could not wiggle loose.
With my wife in a desperate and vulnerable position, I tried to call Bud again, but there was still no answer. I could not call the police. If the police raided Desiree’s, it would generate a salacious news story that would be disastrous for my wife’s professional career. Being an hour away, I had no choice but to sit back and hope Desiree’s security would intervene.
After several minutes of frantic struggle to work free from her bonds, Andrea’s movement slowed as what little energy she had left was depleted. The door began to open, and a man slowly entered the room. He was a slightly built, squirrelly acting man named Larry, whom I recognized as one of Andrea’s regulars.
“Mistress Karina!” His initial look of shock turned to joy. “I… I can’t believe it. I never sought a reward for serving you. It had always been my deepest pleasure. I can’t believe, in our last session together, you would repay my faithful obedience by… by… gifting yourself to me.”
“Mmmmpf mmm mmmpf!” Andrea replied, her eyes opening wide, completely filling the mask holes.
Larry looked like he was about to hyperventilate as he gazed upon my wife’s adorable body that was displayed tantalizingly before him. He kissed her feet before kneeling between her thighs. Leaning forward, he perversely sniffed her snatch, which was splayed open invitingly.
“Just as sweet as I imagined,” he mumbled dreamily. He began to run his fingers over her body, caressing her milky white skin. Reaching her breasts, he began fondling her soft mounds. In contrast to the brutalization of her body by Mistress Chara, Larry was creepily gentle, treating her shapely body like the masterpiece it was.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he said as he began fumbling excitedly at his belt buckle, “I won’t let you down.”
“Mmmmpf ummmp ummmpf!” Andrea responded in a panicked tone.
Larry whipped out his tiny cock, which was already fully erect. He jabbed it excitedly at my wife. As the tip of his member brushed against my wife’s pussy lips, her body shuddered as in a spasm.
Suddenly, a devastated look came across his face as semen exploded from his prick, spewing in a puddle on the floor. His face turned red in shame, and it looked like he would cry.
“I’m so sorry,” he whimpered, “You gave yourself to me, and this is how I repay you.” He fastened his pants and turned and ran out of the room.
My wife was left alone in the room for the next 15 minutes. Although she looked helpless and vulnerable, she also looked incredibly sexy. As I waited for help to arrive and rescue her, I enjoyed the view of my beautiful wife.
Suddenly the door opened, and it quickly became apparent that it was not help coming to free her. A guy walked in that I had never seen before. He was a stocky fellow with a bald head and no neck.
“What do we have here,” he said, gazing at my wife. “Aren’t you a sweet-looking thing? I was skeptical about this whole dominatrix-submissive idea, but I thought, ‘You’re sexy as hell. Why not let you try and dominate me?’ But I guess you already heard about me and decided to surrender. Probably a smart move on your part.”
Unlike Larry, Baldy was not gentle with Andrea. He slapped the back of her thigh, leaned forward, and began groping her breasts with his meaty paws. Andrea whimpered as her beautifully formed melons were roughly mashed and mangled. He pinched her nipples between his fingers and pulled and twisted them. After manhandling my wife’s tits for a bit, he stepped back and eyed her precious snatch.
“Thanks for offering your pussy to me, but I think I’ll pass,” he said with a chuckle, “My old lady has a cxnt as nice as yours. Besides, yours is probably so tight I’d tear it apart. But there is something you got that I’m sort of fond of.”
He unstrapped her from the stand and yanked her. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he hauled her over to a stool and sat down. Even if her body had not been battered and drained of its strength, it would have been futile to resist Baldy, who was able to toss her around like a sack of potatoes. Baldy tossed her over his lap and rubbed his hands lustfully over her smooth pillowy ass.
“Now, this is what I have a craving for,” he said as he grabbed a handful of her sweet cheeks in both hands and squeezed hard.
“Mmmmp mmm mmmpf,” Andrea protested.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Ummp uhh.”
“Ha ha! I bet you’ll like this even less.”
SMACK! Baldy slaps Andrea’s plump bottom with his fat hand.
“Mmmmpf!”
SMACK! SMACK! Baldy spanked her some more.
SMACK! SMACK! Andrea squirmed in his lap and kicked her legs weakly, but he kept spanking her ass. For 5 minutes, he punished her beautiful toosh, turning it bright pink.
Then he grabbed some rope, tied her hands behind her back and her ankles together, and stood her up. She let out muffled squeals as he began pinching her bubbly ass cheeks, generous breasts, hips, and tummy. Andrea tried to escape the uncomfortable goosing, but all she could do was hop. When she fell hard on her tits, Baldy kept goosing her.
“I could watch your cute ass wiggling around on the floor all day,” he laughed, “But unfortunately, we only have 15 minutes left in our session, and I have something fun in mind.”
Baldy picked her up and took her to an H-shaped stand. He draped her across the center bar, untied her hands, and retied them behind her knees. This resulted in her doubled over with her cute toosh stuck in the air. He slapped her bottom and ran his hands over her juicy ass, which was shaped like two globes squeezed together.
“I have a special treat in store for you,” he said lasciviously as he separated her ass cheeks and ran his finger along her little anus. I had a bad feeling about his intentions, and my instincts were proven correct as he began to unzip his fly. He whipped his inflated member out and slapped it against my wife’s thighs. His cock was not long, but it was almost freakishly thick. I knew my wife’s virgin asshole, even after being stretched by the butt plug, was too tight to accommodate this prick’s prick. My wife could not see what was about to happen, but she was given a clue when he began stabbing her anal entrance with his cock.
The door swung open just before he destroyed my wife’s asshole, and Fat Sideburns and Goatee Barney stormed in.
“Hold on there, fellow!” Fat Sideburns shouted, “No type of sexual penetration is allowed at Desiree’s.”
The security guards escorted Baldy out, leaving Andrea draped across the stand. My wife began squirming, trying to get free. Now that her precious derriere was no longer in danger of being obliterated, I could enjoy the sight of her nude body struggling. I especially enjoyed the view of her lovely bottom wiggling as she twisted her body while trying to escape her bondage.
Fortunately for her, Baldy was not very adept at tying knots. Before the security guards could return, Andrea was able to shimmy her adorable body out of her bonds. Her legs failed momentarily when she tried to stand, and she had to grab the stand to keep from falling. The beating from Mistress Chara, combined with being bound and all the struggling, had taxed her lovely body.
After a few seconds, she was able to stand unsteadily on her wobbly legs. She took out the ball gag and removed her mask. Instead of grabbing her clothes and fleeing, she surprisingly headed to the cabinet. She reached inside, pulled out a dildo, staggered to the padded platform, and sat down. Just as she was about to insert it into her snatch, the security guards barged in again.
“Sorry about that last guy,” Fat Sideburns said, “He won’t be coming back here again.”
“What do you have in your hands?” Goatee Barney snatched the dildo from her. “Like we told the other guy, no sexual penetration is allowed.” While that rule was stated on their website, it was rarely enforced.
“But please,” Andrea begged pitifully, “I need it.” She tried to take the dildo back, but GB handed it off to FS. They began a game of keep-away, but my fatigued wife was moving so slow it was not much of a game. Still, they seemed to be enjoying toying with my beautiful nude wife. Judging by their appearance, I doubt they enjoyed the company of many naked women, especially one as lovely as my wife.
Fat Sideburns stumbled back onto the platform while holding the dildo above his head. Andrea climbed into his lap, trying to retrieve it.
“Please… please let me have it,” Andrea beseeched him as he kept it just out of her reach.
“What do you think?” Fat Sideburns asked his partner.
“The rules say that the customers can not sexually penetrate each other,” Goatee Barney answered. “The rules don’t say nothing about employees.”
“I like the way you think,” Fat Sideburns said with a grin. Turning to Andrea, he asked, “Well, what do you say.”
She hesitated and then resignedly nodded her head.
“Here,” Fat Sideburns said as he handed the dildo to Goatee Barney. “I’ll let you do the honors.”
Andrea leaned back in Fat Sideburns’ massive lap and opened her thighs invitingly towards Goatee Barney. The scrawny security guard slowly eased the object inside her, and Andrea let out an agonized gasp. As he thrust it back and forth, her breathing became harsh and uneven. Fat Sideburns lovingly cupped her breasts and began squeezing and massaging them. Andrea did not seem to mind as she closed her eyes and gave in to her sexual needs.
It did not take long before her body began convulsing in a chain of spasms, and she screamed in ecstasy. With one final gasp of completion, her body became still.
“Th..thank you,” she whispered, almost incoherently, before passing out from exhaustion. Fat Sideburns continued to hold her and massage her breasts while Goatee Barney caressed her lovely thighs. Both gazed lustfully at her body, neither in a hurry for the moment to end.
After several minutes, Fat Sideburns broke the silence.
“I guess we need to leave,” the big guy said reluctantly, “Maria will be here soon.” He gently lay Andrea on the floor. Goatee Barney unenthusiastically nodded but then seemed to have second thoughts.
“I can’t leave yet,” Goatee Barney said. He locked the door and stood over Andrea, staring at her sexy body. Then he whipped out his little prick and began stroking it.
“Oh, what the hell? We’re the only ones who ever see these security cameras.” Fat Sideburns said before pulling his member out.
The two gazed upon my unconscious wife as they jerked off. I was angry at them but had already jacked off that evening, so I understood their arousal.
Goatee Barney erupted first, spewing all over my wife and the floor around her. A few moments later, Fat Sideburns climaxed and exploded all over her also. They turned and walked out, leaving Andrea covered in and surrounded by their cum.
A few minutes later, Maria.
“What a mess,” she murmured. She walked over to Andrea and nudged her with her foot. “Get up,” Andrea murmured unintelligibly but did not open her eyes. Maria gave her a kick to the ribs. “I said get up, puta!” Andrea finally opened her eyes and looked up irritably.
“Don’t kick me again,”
“You have made a mess in her. Do you expect me to clean all this up?”
Andrea rose to her feet and faced the cleaning lady. She was a couple of inches taller than the cute Latino, even barefooted.
“Listen, I have had a bad night, so...”
SMACK! Andrea was interrupted as Maria slapped her across the face. Andrea glared at her attacker.
“Why, you..”
SMACK! Suddenly anger turned to fear.
“I… I’m sorry…”
SMACK! My stunned wife began to sob as tears flowed down her cheeks.
“You don’t talk unless I give you permission,” Maria hissed. “Now, I’m not going to clean this room. You are. First, pick up all your toys and place them in the basket in the corner so they can be cleaned.”
As Andrea bent over to pick up the dildo, Maria slapped her across the ass.
“No!” Maria shouted. “On your hands and knees.’ Andrea complied and began crawling around the room, picking up the various objects used on her that evening.
As my humiliated wife wiggled her sexy along the floor, Maria sat on a stool and watched, a sadistic grin on her face. The Latino’s uniform was a blue dress that came down to the middle of her thighs. As she crossed her legs, my attention was momentarily taken off my wife’s ass and to Maria’s attractive legs.
After picking up the toys, Maria gave her a handful of rags and told her to clean up the cum that lay in puddles in the room. When the floor was clean, Maria had her sanitize all of the equipment.
Finally, with nothing else to clean, Maria called my wife over and made her kneel before her. The diminutive cleaning lady’s cute face appeared conflicted for a moment. Then she stood up, slid her panties off, and sat back down.
“Don’t be too flattered, puta,” Maria said as she opened her legs, “My husband is out of town, so you will have to do.”
Maria shoved Andrea’s head between her brown thighs, and my wife dutifully began to devour her pussy. I could not see my wife’s face, but I could tell by Maria’s expression that she was doing an adequate job. Andrea had been beaten and humiliated that evening, but there had been some sexy moments as well. Seeing my wife’s face buried between Maria’s thighs would fall in the sexy category.
After Maria climaxed, she made my wife clean the stool, which was covered in the cleaning lady’s pussy juice. Then Maria ordered her to leave. Andrea wanted desperately to, but Mistress Chara had taken her clothes.
“Please, ma’am,” Andrea said hesitantly, afraid she would be slapped for talking without permission, “I can’t go out like this. I have no clothes.”
“Stupid, puta. Now she’s worried about being naked,” Maria mumbled to herself. “Stay right here, and I will get you something.” She returned a few minutes later with a hot pink t-shirt. “Put this on and hurry. A real dom needs this room.”
Andrea hurriedly put the t-shirt on. It barely covered her ass and pussy, but it did provide her some concealment. Across the front, the t-shirt read ‘Desiree’s’ in big letters, and below it read ‘Where your wildest fantasies come true.’
About an hour later, Andrea pulled into the driveway. She walked into the door and collapsed in my arms. It had taken all her energy to drive the whole way home. I carried her to the bed and lay her down. She had bruises on her face, and both eyes had blackened. I pulled the t-shirt off and examined her shapely body. It still had faint red marks from being flogged. Even though I was extremely horny, I knew she was exhausted, so I let her sleep.
Despite the thrashing and degradation she had suffered, Andrea had two surprises in store for me. The first came during the middle of the night. I woke up with her pulling my pants down. Half asleep, I felt her stroking my cock until it stood at attention. She straddled my waist and sat down, impaling herself on my shaft. My wife began rocking up and down, driving my cock in and out of her body. In a truly magical moment, we both climaxed within seconds of each other. Satisfied, my wife rolled off me and went back to sleep.
The second surprise came the next day when Andrea announced that she had scheduled another session at Desiree’s.
“Are you mad?” I asked. “After what happened, you still want to be a dominatrix?”
“No, no, no. I got beat up three times, being a dominatrix. Mistress Karina is no more. Mistress Chara has agreed to let me be one of her submissives.”
I was shocked, but it made her happy, and every time she returned from a session with Mistress Chara, she made me happy.
