“Slow down Rand.” Her driver gave a knowing look at her in the rear-view mirror. She was looking out her tinted window. She is Marlene Montessori. Mistress Marlene Montessori to be exact…Le Marlene. She is a beautiful woman…of that this is no doubt. She is also much more than that. At the moment she is a predator.

“Circle around the block, Rand.” Courtesy of Carmen Rivera Entertainment

He complies and as they pass the store front she tells her driver…”Let me out…wait for me on the side street. She stepped out of her Bentley and prepared to enter the Adult Bookstore. It smelled of stale smoke…piss and sex. No one took any notice as the bell above the door sounded. She walked about taking in the general layout…Racks with empty video jackets displayed the latest XXX-rated selections. Glass cases held assorted dildos…vibrators…lubes and everything in between. But she wasn’t interested in these kiddie toys. What she was after was no doubt in one of the adjoining rooms. The first room had several partitioned stalls and she could hear the moans and groans of the inhabitants. The second had private viewing booths. But it was the third that caught her fancy. She entered to find wares for a more select type clientele. High end impliments.

As she walked about she touched the cold hard steel. The leather. Latex. The wood. Bone. She was at a high state of arousal…but she had all these things…she had things you couldnt imagine. But there sitting in a swing she saw her object of desire…the reason she chose this shop.

A young man sat in the swing… “Do you like it?”

He looked up startled and looked around to see who she might be talking to.

Le Marlene laughed and walked up closer. As she did she could see the very feminine features of a very pretty face. She could make out the faint rise of breasts carelessly hidden. And she grew wet. This creature had an unknown power. Seductive. Wanton.

“The swing? What do you think …is it worth having?”

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I awoke to the sound of her heels on the stair. It must have been the creak of the door that actually woke me, but it was the click of metal on the terracotta tiles that brought me to.

The faint light from the open door surrounded her slender form like a glow to my light-starved eyes. Her face had that enigmatic smile that she always wore when she entered my little kingdom and looked down at the husband that she kept for her private use and torment in the cellar beneath the house that we had bought together.

As I looked through the bars of the cage I could see that tonight she was wearing that long dress that I had bought for her, the one that we always called the ‘hope and charity’ dress because it was for charity events that it was intended. Smooth silk, unadorned and flowing like liquid over her slim figure.

At last she stood before the cage and passed a hand over her long curls. It was a little habit of hers that used to so enchant me. Now it left me breathless with desire. How I longed to return to those simple days when every instinctive move of her body and head was a signal of her love for me.

The love that had turned to hate.

Maybe not exactly hate, more distaste…Ball Gag

“Darling,” she said, “I just thought that I’d look in on you for a moment before I went out. It always fills me with such joy to be able to keep you up to date with my love life.”

I nodded but the gag in my mouth prevented words of contrition tumbling from my lips.

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“Were you ignoring me?” She snaps at him. “Or just not paying attention?”

“Please mistress, I’m begging you to violate my ass,” he says, not allowing a nanosecond to pass between syllables.

“That’s better,” she says, standing at a table with various sized butt plugs. She picks up a medium sized one, glancing over to see his reaction. He looks relieved, so she places it back down on the table. “I’ll bet your filthy ass is so huge that nothing I have here will fill it.”

Courtesy of Vollers Corsets“No mistress…” he begins to protest.

“I don’t recall asking for a sub’s opinion,” she says in a hiss. “Do you recall a question?”

“No mistress,” he says.

She picks up the large butt plug with ribs and begins lubing it up. “I’ll see what I can do.” She walks behind him with it. “Beg me to fill your ass.”

“Please fill my ass mistress,” he says.

She can hear the tension in his voice. He’s worried now. “I think you’re a slut who wants this.” She rubs it back and forth over his anus. “And I’m going to give it to you.” With a slow probe, she begins to work it in, making sure she keeps lubing it as she goes.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you once I get this into your unworthy ass?”

“No, mistress,” he says.

“Do you know what you’re going to do once I fill your ass with this butt plug?”

“No, mistress.”

“But you will do whatever I tell you to do, won’t you?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“And you’ll like it, won’t you?”

“Yes, mistress,” he says.

She takes a cat o’nine tails from the table and brandishes it. “How dare presume, slave?”

“But, mistress…”

“But!” she said. “You’re asking to be punished. I didn’t give you permission to like anything, did I?”

“No, mistress.”

After a moment, she gets it all the way in and slaps his ass cheek. But the mirror is distracting her now. She’s aware of it and that’s not good in a scenario.

“Does this excite you?” She asks.

“No mistress,” he replies.

She walks around in front of him standing with her feet far beyond shoulder width apart, her dress exposing her pussy with a single thin strip of black hair ascending for a few inches above. She’s tantalizingly close to his cock, and she knows he can feel her there, wants to taste her, and inevitably he’ll look. His eyes are locked with hers.

She looks down to inspect his cock. It was obediently soft a few moments ago, but now it is growing firm, longer and she can see its pulse as he fights the erection. When she looks back up, she catches him sneaking a look at her pussy.

She reaches out and takes hold of his cock, running her hand along its shaft and noticing that it is now throbbing. “What is this?” She asks, not waiting for an answer. “This looks like you’ve been excited.” She rubs along it again. “Are you excited?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he replies.

Rubbing it again she asks, “And why are you excited?”

“I don’t know,” he replies.

She gives his cock a gentle slap with the cat. “You don’t know? I think you’re lying. I think you were staring at my pussy. You were, weren’t you?”

“Yes, mistress,” he replies.

“I,” she yells, bringing the cat down hard across his throbbing erection. He cries out, and she cuts him off. “Didn’t,” she brings the cat down hard across it again, “give you permission to stare at my pussy.” With the final shout she again brings the cat down hard.

“Ah,” he screams.

“Were you saying something, whore?” she asks.

“No,” he heaves, “mistress.”

“Stare at the ceiling,” she says. He obediently looks up. She inspects his cock. It is shrinking. She steps to his side, allowing the tuft of hair above her pussy to brush gently on his leg. She reaches around and gives the butt plug a quick pull and he grunts.

Looking back at his cock, it is now limp again, and she can see his rapid breathing. “That’s the way your worthless cock should stay,” she says.

She glances at the mirror, and flicks at his cock with the cat. He doesn’t flinch, and the lubed butt plug is deep in his ass, the weights hanging on his balls.

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