Message-ID: <20438eli$9903090429@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: The Governor's Wife - part twenty-eight Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <36e3b1ce.67259204@news.ip.pt> Warning: This story is about non-consensual domination. It is fiction, and erotic - despite or perhaps partly because it is non-consensual. - - - - - - - - - - - - cut-here - - - - - - - - - - - - - The Governor's Wife by Victor Bruno Part Twenty-eight "IT IS POSSIBLE, thought Frank, that I have actually become deranged. That I am truly in a madhouse. How else could you account for the fact that he was crouched in the corner of that room .... naked .... nose to the floor? The whole thing was quite ridiculous. Yes, he must have actually gone crazy and now no longer had any control over his actions. For some bizarre reason, he had chosen to do what he was doing. Yes .... that must be it .... Minute after minute ticked away in heavy silence. Each minute seemed like five. How long had he been where he was anyway. Was his Mistress actually asleep? Was he actually a dog? Oh .... oh the never ending pain! There was no longer rhyme or reason in anything .... Why couldn't he simply roll over on to his side .... and sleep and sleep and sleep? No. Somehow he knew he mustn't do that. He would be punished. His Mistress would punish him. Naughty, naughty dog. Whack .... whack.... whack! No. He didn't want any more of that. He must be a good dog .... and stay just as he was. Until his Mistress flicked her fingers and had him come running again. A dog's life. "Fido ...." Every nerve tingled. Mainly with dread. How long had he been in that corner? Half an hour? Maybe an hour. Maybe more. Frank tensed, waiting. What was her game now? "Come here, Fido ...." Frank turned and moved across the room on all fours. "You have been a good dog, Fido, so your Mistress is going to be kind to you. Keep still." Frank kept still; very still. Yet quivering with nerves. He whimpered as he felt the cold ointment being smeared over his burning rump. Oh .... oh .... thank God for that! Oh .... oh .... how wonderful.... how kind .... his Mistress was! Almost instantly, it seemed, the terrible throbbing-burning pains began to ease a little. He literally sobbed with relief. "There .... isn't that better?" Frank was patted on the bottom. "Woof!" he said. Above him, Hettie Page smiled in evil content. The degree of control she had acquired over this male being was profoundly satisfying to her. She was experiencing a depth of pleasure that few women would understand, let alone appreciate. "Now ...." she purred, "a good doggie thanks his Mistress. Just like my poodle used to do." Frank waited, still crouching, tenser than ever. "He licks her feet ...." Frank moved to the end of the bed, there, as he expected, he found two small white feet projecting. Soft, scented, feminine feet, the nails carefully lacquered a brilliant scarlet. Opening his mouth, Frank began to lick the feet. Slowly and carefully. The soles, the insteps, the ankles, the toes. Everywhere. Both of them, in turn. He did it with loving devotion. This is my Mistress, he kept continuously saying to himself. I must demonstrate how much I respect her; how much I adore her; how much I wish to serve her. I am, indeed, her obedient servant in all things. And it is my privilege to be at her feet, devoting myself entirely to them. Frank laved both feet several times, all over. Then he began to concentrate on the tiny toes, slavishly licking and tonguing between them. Far, far away, it seemed, he heard his Mistress murmur and giggle. The toes would clench and twitch. "Oh .... oh Fido .... that tickles .... but it's nice .... yes it is nice .... what .... a good dog you are!" On and on went Frank, tonguing and tonguing, mindless now except to serve the feet of his Mistress! "Stop .... good dog .... that will do ...." Frank stopped. He was literally panting. He stayed exactly where he was, head hanging. It was nice to know he had earned his Mistress's approval. Good dog, she had said. How very gratifying! "Now, Fido," said the cool, calm voice from above, "when my poodle was very good .... and when his Mistress's nerves needed a little relaxing .... he used to be allowed to lick her somewhere else. Somewhere far more exciting." Hettie giggled. "You're going to be allowed to do that now, Fido. Up on the bed with you.... come along .... good dog .... good dog ...." The flaring of the nerves, the pulsing of the blood.... Frank knew what he had to do, of course. And he was a man not a dog. Slowly, almost carefully, he raised his head .... to see Hettie kneeling on the bed, her head sideways on the pillows, her hindquarters raised high, her long thighs splayed wide. She was now stark naked. It was like a dream, unreal. All the more so when she spoke. "Start with my arsehole, Fido .... doggies like arseholes, don't they?" Still disbelieving, Frank slid up on to the bed. Now he was about to serve his Mistress truly. Wonderingly, he clasped the thighs. Gently but firmly. Then his nose and mouth went between the widened cleft. He flickered his tongue against the tight anus. Then he thrust it hard. Probing. "Mmmm .... aah .... yes .... yes ...." sighed Hettie contentedly. A penetration. More delicate probing. Then out again. Out again to lave the whole cleft. Lavishly .... Slavishly .... A tongue of utter devotion. Adoring to serve. Honour to serve. Indeed, now wanting to serve. Then suddenly came the searing pain. The pain of the ring clamped around his penis. Frank was forced to withdraw, sobbing. He was in too much torment to proceed and nothing on earth could have made him do so. Hettie was aware of it. "Oh dear, poor Fido," she murmured complacently, " his Mistress forgot." She scrabbled on the bedside table, twisted herself around, took hold of Frank's swelling organ, and unlocked the steel ring which encircled it. Frank sobbed with relief. "It's alright, Fido, you can let yourself go now," said Hettie, kneeling provocatively again. "Your Mistress understands .... and doesn't mind any more." Frank, hardening fast, slid back into position. His tongue began to work again. "No .... not there any more. You know where, good doggie ...." Frank did indeed know where and, with lustful relish, he plunged his tongue between the succulent sex-lips, whilst his nose was pressed to his Mistress's anus. How welcoming and warm she was! How deliciously she quivered under his ministrations. Oh God .... if only he could fuck her! No .... no .... he mustn't even think of that. Though perhaps she might let him .... Perhaps. No .... no .... A Mistress might use her dog's tongue. But certainly she would use him no further. A dog must know it's place. "Mmmmm .... ahh .... ahhh .... mmmmmmmmm ...." sighed Hettie, beginning to wriggle. Frank worked even more fervently with lips and tongue. He had become a mere object .... an oral object .... which had but one function. To serve and delight his Mistress. Soon, to his great joy, he realised his Mistress was approaching a climax. She began to gasp and squeal. Her bottom juddered, her flesh quaked. Frank, himself in full erection, found he had placed a hand on his urgently throbbing organ. No sooner had he done so, than he withdrew it as if his penis had been a red-hot poker. That, he now well knew, was strictly forbidden! He went on tonguing and tonguing whilst his Mistress spent herself in a prolonged and obviously most satisfying orgasm. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - http://www.mschristine.com/bruno.html _________________________________________________ Christine & David Stevenson Authors of the Fem Dom Training Program Warning! Turns your wife/lover into a Dominatrix. Email enquiries to:- program@Ms-Christine.com http://www.mschristine.com/program.html ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----