Message-ID: <20479eli$9903120425@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: The Governor's Wife - part thirty-one 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: <36e7ab7b.143044192@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 Thirty-one How long this time? How long would he remain there, bound hand and foot? Helplessly at her mercy. Enduring the ceaseless throb-throb of the weals she had raised. It could be an hour. Or it could be several. If she so chose, she could even leave him there till the following morning .... now that she had arranged for him to stay in the house for another forty eight hours. Even that stay could be longer, for the Governor was like putty in her hands. If she wanted something from him, she got it. Frank groaned despairingly and, yet again, waves and waves of self-pity enveloped him. Oh .... it was all so unfair! Why him? Why? At that moment, it was almost impossible to conceive that, beyond those walls, and outside the prison, men and women were going about leading normal, contented lives. Eating and drinking, loving and fucking, above all leading a normal existence. And they knew nothing of what he was enduring. Nor would they ever. Frank began to realise what it must be like to be shut up in some Iron Curtain secret service prison. Lost and gone. With no one caring. You were withdrawn from the mainstream of life .... and that stream flowed happily on without you. How cruel the world could be! Admittedly, it had only been just that he had gone to gaol for his crime (a large bank embezzlement) but it was monstrously unjust that he should have to submit to this additional punishment. He was in a prison within a prison .... with a gaoler untrammelled by the normal conventions of prison life. No Board of Governors to watch over her. She had a free hand. And how she used it! The mirror was still right before Frank and, every and anon, he would raise his head to gaze at his lined, exhausted face, with its reddened eyes. Oh God .... how tired he was! Not only physically, but mentally. How long could he go on? Frank closed his eyes. If he could sleep, at least he could forget his pains for a while. But sleep did not come easily. There was not only constant pain, his mind was restlessly full of wild images .... Terrifying memories .... Yet there were other images too .... Frank strove to concentrate his mind on them. Hettie's superb body. The intimate ways in which he had been made to serve her. The memory of her scent and taste were still strong upon him. His tongue probing .... her wriggling .... coming to a climax.... Ah yes .... Once again, Frank felt the solidity of his organ. And that solidity remained with him until he finally fell into a fitful sleep. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 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 | ----