Message-ID: <20607eli$9903170428@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: The Governor's Wife - part thirty-six 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: <36ee40ce.143068617@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-six "FRANK SLEPT THE rest of the night in a log-like state. He did not remember a thing after Hettie had left with surprising suddenness. One moment she had been there, then gone. Not a word did she say; simply turning off the light. The next thing he knew was a loud buzzing sound. He opened his eyes. It was broad daylight. For a few moments he wondered where he was. Then the sensitive nature of his buttocks and thighs brought it all rushing back to him. The buzzing sound, he saw, was being made by a telephone handset beside the bed. He stretched over and picked it up. "Get down to the kitchen and make me some coffee. Double quick!" Then the receiver was slammed down. Hettie Page had given her first order of the day. Still fuzzy with sleep, Frank ran downstairs and, having plunged his head under a cold tap, began to make coffee. He guessed his Mistress would not be in too good a mood after the previous evening. The intimate contact between them filled Frank with a sudden glow. But he mustn't think of that .... it was dangerous. Back up the stairs with the coffee on a tray. He knocked on Hettie's door, his heart already beginning to beat faster. "Come in ...." Frank was startled to see that Hettie was not alone. The Governor dressed in his uniform, stood by the bed, strictly at attention. Hettie was naked but with blankets round her. "Put it down there," said Hettie indicating the bedside table. "Yes, Mistress," said Frank humbly .... and hurried to do so. Somehow he felt guilty and ashamed that the Governor should see him naked, with his hindquarters so heavily striped. Not that Frank could help it, of course. He stole a quick glance at the Governor as he put down the tray. That pasty, lined face was impassive as ever. "What do you think of his backside, Robert?" asked Hettie. "I can see he's had a lesson or two," replied the Governor phlegmatically. "True," laughed Hettie. "And they won't be the last, I'm sure. Frank lacks control at the moment, I'm afraid. But he'll learn.... he'll learn ...." Frank stood sheepishly by the bed, not knowing which way to turn and feeling his cheeks colouring. It was, to say the least, a bizarre situation to be in. How could one tolerate being the husband of such a woman, he wondered. But then, he thought, I don't know how tight a hold Hettie has. "Go and run me a bath, Frank," ordered Hettie. "Yes .... at once .... Mistress ...." Frank was thankful to be able to scuttle away out of their sight. Even if only for a minute or two. When he came back, ready to announce his task completed, the Governor was still standing in the same place and Hettie was leafing through some papers and photographs. "This is the whole of the new intake then?" "Yes, Ma'am ...." Frank stayed discretely in the background while Hettie studied the documents in front of her. Then she threw one of the photographs down on the counterpane. "This one .... this Vince Ridger .... you see him?" "Yes, Ma'am." "He as big as he looks in this photo?" "I guess so, Ma'am." "Six foot four and broad with it, is seems. Weighs 190 pounds. And only 22. That correct?" "That's what the documents say, Ma'am." "Quite a hunk," said Hettie almost to herself. "Blonde, too. My type. I want him brought over here at midday, Robert. You'll bring him." "Yes, Ma'am. Whatever you say, Ma'am." Once again Frank marvelled at the Governor's subservience. What a contrast to his behaviour in his own office! It made Hettie's power over him seem all the more impressive. "Right .... get out now. Get to work." "Yes, Ma'am." Robert Page, the man most feared by all the cons in Oakhampton Gaol, bowed and meekly left the room. Hettie Page, his wife, swung out of bed, displaying all her charms blatantly and uncaringly. She strode across the room and smashed the palm of her right hand across Frank's face. He reeled back, gasping with shock. "Why didn't you say my bath was ready?" she snarled. "I .... I .... didn't want to .... interrupt ...." replied Frank meekly. He had been right; Hettie was obviously in a foul mood. Hung over, no doubt. "Follow me ...." Frank followed the bouncing bottom-flesh into the bathroom, trying to suppress his instant desire. He watched nervously as Hettie tested the water, then stepped into the bath. "Soap me," she ordered peremptorily. She did not even look at Frank and her thoughts seemed elsewhere. Frank picked up the soap and, even more nervously, began to apply it to her back. Then .... oh joy .... to her breasts. It was a delightful task to have to do. But so, so dangerous. It wasn't long before the inevitable happened. Try as he might, Frank could not help himself. However, it was quite some time before Hettie noticed it. "Oh my God," she said, "I might have known!" "I .... I'm s-sorry, Mistress .... truly ...." "Animal," sneered Hettie. As if she never showed any animal instincts herself! "Go and get me the ring. It's on the bedside table." "Yes, Ma'am .... at once, Ma'am ...." Frank hurried out to fetch the cruel little device. The only certain way of ensuring control. Hettie was out of the bath when he got back and obviously impatient. He handed her the ring and she began to put it on even though he was still in erection. "Please .... please .... " he whimpered as she began to tighten it. "Ape!" snarled Hettie. "M-Mercy!" cried Frank. Then he was screaming and writhing as Hettie continued to tighten the ring, cutting it agonizingly into his root. Fortunately for Frank, the pain was so great that he swiftly subsided. All the same, it left him on his knees, bent over, clasping himself and sobbing unrestrainedly. "Perhaps that will teach you," said Hettie, quite unconcerned. Frank could only moan. "On your feet. Come along .... come along. And now dry me." Somehow, Frank forced himself up and completed his task. It was indeed a torment to see and touch such loveliness .... and to be so cruelly restrained. When he had powdered Hettie's warm softness from shoulders to ankles; she pushed him aside and went back into the bedroom. He trailed meekly after. Just like a dog, he reflected. And as he did so, it seemed to set off a train of thought in Hettie's brain. "You'd better not try my patience today, Frank. I'm not in the mood ...." "No, Ma'am." Frank bit his lips. "Yes," mused Hettie. "I think the best thing to do is have you as Fido. Then I won't have to listen to you or look at your idiotic face." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - http://www.mschristine.com/bruno.html Victor Bruno Books mailto:VictorBruno@MsChristine.com for the Bruno Book List _________________________________________________ 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 | ----