The Company Bitch · Part 2

The Company Bitch · Part 2 (2/2)
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She left me, climbed the stairs and after the door was closed the lights were extinguished. Here now I was in total darkness with only the sounds of my leather bag creaking under my weight and my breathing intake permeating through her waste. As she had promised the darkness closed in on me as if a blanket had been put over my head and the claustrophobic feeling of the gas mask hood made matters worse as it became hotter in here.

After a while I started counting in my head to give me some sense of time and to try to remain calm while I was incarcerated. The time dragged by but thankfully the light came back on as she returned after an hour which seemed like a week.

This time she had changed into a gleaming skin tight latex catsuit which fitted her fabulous body like a second skin. Wow was she a sexy bitch.

I was now released from my gas mask and thankfully sucked in fresh air for the first time in an hour. She lowered me down now and soon I was free of the body bag but she made me keep my cock and balls roped up.

My body stiff from not moving followed her sexy rubber clad body up the stairs and we entered the Red Room again. She allowed me a few minutes to exercise my stiffness away before ordering me to straddle the kneeling bench.

She set about strapping me down very tightly over this frame so until I was helpless with my legs forced apart in a kneeling position facing the mirror. Satisfied she now stood in front of me and explained her next torment.

“You men are all macho pigs” she said “always talking about your conquests and how much pleasure you give your women. You are all ways making casual remarks about women like they are some sort of sex object put here just for male carnal desires, and you also make comments such as does she take it up the arse. Well tonight my slave I am going to show you what it is like to take it up the arse. It will hurt you physically as I fuck you, but it will hurt your mind even more to think that you have been fucked and raped by a mere female, and I will video it too for my own pleasure and keep to use if you do not do what I ask of you in the future.”

She now collected a leather harness which she strapped to her waist and thighs. This had a steel ring set at the front and she now opened a case where I could see inside which contained all sizes of rubber dildos.

My heart beating fast as to what I was about to endure I begged her not to go ahead. “Shut the fuck up!” was her reply and she pushed a dentist steel ratchet gag into my mouth and forced my mouth to stay open with it.

Now she selected a medium sized dildo and slipped it into the harness ring. “Time for a blow job from you”, she laughed and she poked it into my open mouth until I retched. “Lube it up!” she said, “you don’t want me to shove it up you dry do you?” as she continued to slide it to and fro.

My spittle covered the rubber cock and dripped onto the floor for the next few minutes. Having had enough at my mouth she now positioned herself at my rear where I could see her in the mirror applying oil to her cock and rubbing it in until it shone and dripped off. She squirted some of this oil inside of me too.

I felt her push the cock against my opening and naturally clenched my buttocks, “Do not try to stop me or you will be damaged and I will fuck you anyway,” she said, “relax and take it like a big girl!” With that she slid it into me slowly to get be used to it.

Yes it did hurt me and I squealed with pain and yes it degraded me too but there was something very erotic as I watched her pounding me through the mirror. Soon there were beads of sweat on her forehead as she moved her hips against me like a dancer. My cock still bound in the rope was throbbing wildly with all this attention and I just hoped I could control myself as I knew she would go through with her promise and feed it back to me.

She continued her assault on my rear and by now she was closing her eyes with pleasure as she was clearly enjoying my humiliation and pain. Suddenly she dropped her weight over my back, lay over me, shuddered and let out a low groan. I felt her body shaking all over for a minute as she by all accounts had an intense orgasm.

She stayed there lying on me for a while breathing heavily and when finally she stood up, her eyes still glassy she disappeared away into the TV room for a a little while.

Returning minus the dildo and harness she was quiet for a few seconds and then said after releasing my gag, “Did you enjoy the fucking I gave you?” I made a big mistake and said, “Not half as much as you did!”

Her eyes flashed with anger at my off the cuff remark “You cretin!” she hissed, “I intended to let you go after I fucked you but now I shall extend the session; you will feel the wrath of my temper with a good beating now for your insolence, your ass is mine and I will prove it.”

This was the thing I had dreaded the most since I had arrived here and through my own stupidity I was now to suffer even more.

She said, “Let me check your cock now to see if you have taken the forbidden pleasure before I beat you.” she released the rope from my cock and balls and this hurt me somewhat as the fresh air and a new supply of blood entered it “There’s a lot of dribble on the floor here,” she said and wiped some onto her fingers before transferring it to my mouth. I retched a little at this and she now left for a moment and returned with a long large tube out of which poked several canes and whips. She placed this down in front of me and announced, “You will now determine how much of a beating you will be given as this will be in your hands shortly.”

Puzzled at her remark she placed a bowl underneath me on the floor and then she selected a clear plastic jug with a long thin rubber tube that was attached to an outlet on its base. There was a clip along the tubing that would contain its contents.

“Your mouth is dry is it not?” she quizzed me. I felt I was being set up and just nodded slightly. “We will have to fix that then won't we” she said sarcastically and now unzipped her catsuit crotch. She held the jug in place and proceeded to empty her bladder into it until there was a good half pint of her steaming piss in there. She held it up, admired it and remarked, “Hmmm delicious.”

I realised to my horror now that she intended me to drink it but how would this effect my beating? I soon found out now she explained as she hung the jug a couple of feet above me.

“I am very skilled at beating my clients; I can maximise their pain but leave very few marks as I slowly but severely lay my canes and whips across their pathetic bodies. When I am asked to present a judicial beating then all their screams of mercy just spur me on and I only stop when I am ready. I deliver just two or three strokes a minute to allow the slaves agony to reach its climax before I deliver the next one and you my slave are very lucky tonight as you can control when I finish your beating”.

“All you have to do is drink my delicious nectar where you will be timed doing so. I will then beat you for the same amount of time so if you finish it off inside a minute then you will only receive around two or three strokes and if you take ten minutes then around twenty five to thirty strokes will be your sentence. One more thing if you attempt to waste my nectar by spilling it into the bowl then it will be added back into the jug slowly.”

She let this terrible information sink in for a few moments as she now placed a stop clock on a low table in front of me and then attached the free end of the tube to a mouth gag with retaining straps.

“Please Mistress I can't do this, I cant drink your waste its disgusting!”

“Well I suggest you do drink it,” she answered, “because if you refuse then I you will take a judicial caning from me and only I will decide when to stop, you will probably be unconscious by then so what is it to be?” With that she offered the connected up gag to my mouth now. I allowed her to strap it on and found the tube now just inside my mouth could be controlled by compressing it with my teeth.

“Now I will open the valve and start the clock,” she said and she did just that. Her acrid liquid hit my mouth a second later and I clamped the tubing. I gingerly swallowed more of her waste slowly but this was to take some time, and time was not on my side.

I retched but had no choice so I tried to gulp it but this only increased the foul taste. Finally after some time and much to my disgust I managed to finish and she then stopped the clock; it had taken me six and a half minutes.

She removed the gag, cleared away the bowl and said, “There that wasn’t so bad and you did quite well for the first time.” She now unrolled a thin hide of leather around twelve inches wide with Velcro straps at each side and placed this across covering my buttocks; fastening it in place with the Velcro.

“This will help to prevent your skin splitting and also to reduce the long term marks,” she explained, “but it does not reduce the agony too much and I am to see that you are now punished for six and a half minutes, so I suggest you bite onto this,” and she put a solid leather bit into my mouth strapping it into place.

She selected a thin whippy cane after testing several by swishing them through the air with a frightening sound in front of me.

“I am ready to dispense your caning now,” she said and started the clock before moving behind me to my left. She took aim and brought the cane down sharply with a crack across the thin material covering my buttocks.

The pain exploded a split second later and it just seemed to increase for the next twenty or thirty seconds where a second one struck me. A third followed and this took my breath as I gasped through the gag. I was in agony by now as she continued with mechanical efficiency and I screamed for her to stop but she continued her onslaught and it was relentless. She paid no heed to my squeals and now my tears ran as the extreme pain continued until I thought I would pass out.

Finally it was over and I was left to sob as she now donned some surgical gloves. Approaching my rear with a small jar of ointment she removed the leather cover from my stinging buttocks. It was beginning to split where the cane had landed and she showed me this adding, “You did quite well here.”

She continued, “This is an anaesthetic for your wounds. It will reduce the pain considerably over the next few minutes and I will release you when I have applied it, so just lie there until you feel better”.

Her gentle hands were sweet relief and indeed I waited for around a half hour during which time the pain receded somewhat. I stood up now with my senses returned and exercised myself a little to return to as normal as possible.

Meanwhile she left and returned with what can only be described as a female torso made from rubber or plastic and strapped it on to top of the bench I had been lying across in reverse to my original position.

She smiled and said, “I am pleased with the way you have taken my torments and tortures and for your final task I order you to take pleasure now and rid yourself of that lust you’ve had all evening. I want you to fuck Rubber Rita here in front of me. You will then be allow to leave here.”

This was a final humiliation from her, my cock had diminished due to my beating and I was not really in the mood for an orgasm at this point. She squirted some slippery gel into Rubber Rita’s vagina and then onto my cock and gave it a few gentle strokes. I gasped at her touch and my cock immediately sprung into life.

“Come on,” she said, “now get your cock inside there, I want to see your best technique.”

Completely embarrassed I slid my throbbing shaft into the slippery rubber opening. It wasn’t as good as the real thing but it was very good just the same. I slid in and out a little faster in order to get it over with but she ordered me to slow down so that she could observe my humiliation. I did as she said as she stood in front of me in her erotic latex garb just smiling.

Five minutes of this and I needed release; she sensed it and now stood at my side leaning her hot rubbered body pressed against my naked skin. She spoke quietly and erotically in my ear, “Let me see your pleasure now, let it go, come on shoot your load into rubber Rita, come on fuck her harder now!”

At this I lost my control and my cock began to pump its steaming hot load, “Fucking Jeeeesus its coming ooooooooh Jeeeeesus” I cried as it left me in a jet of boiling lust. During my orgasm she uttered base profanities into my ear increasing my orgasm intensity until I was drained. I collapsed over Rubber Rita completely satiated at this point.

I was in another place for a few minutes before regaining my senses. “Come now,” she said in her controlling manner, “your time here is over and you may get dressed and leave”. I looked at the clock; I had been here for over four hours.

When ready to go she saw me to the door still clad from head to foot in her gleaming catsuit. “I do hope you have learned your lesson here tonight,” she said in her normal superior attitude, “now I will see you at ten sharp on Monday in my office where I will discuss your repayments.” She closed the door and I left for home.

That whole weekend my mind kept wandering back to what “Lady Bitch” had done to me. I had suffered every emotion from extreme lust to total humiliation and degradation in her hands and as she said I would never forget that evening for the rest of my life. Besides that I was remind by my backside being very sore for the next couple of days.

Monday arrived and I knocked on her door at ten. She opened it and invited me in; I heard the lock close. I sat as she ordered and I also admired her shapely backside as she passed me in her tight knee length skirt. As I sat waiting for her to open the conversation I still couldn’t believe what this creature had put me through less than three days earlier.

“So” she finally spoke looking over her spectacles, “I have worked out that you owe the company two thousand pounds for the goods you sold on and my fee for last Friday is five hundred pounds. I will not take my personal fee from your wages as this will raise suspicion and I have no intention of getting into trouble so I will stop two hundred and fifty pounds every month from your wages to clear your company debt. My fee of five hundred you will hand over in cash.” She hesitated for a few seconds and then hit me with her demand.

“You made a remark during your session regarding me enjoying myself. Well I have to admit that I never tortured anyone before who had not volunteered and it certainly gave me a great deal of pleasure torturing you so you will bring the five hundred pounds along on Friday night at eight in cash where you will again be invited to undergo another two hour session this time. This one will cost you just three hundred pounds. This three hundred will be owed to me and brought along at the following session which I will then determine. You will then come along with the owed cash for the previous session and so on until I have finished with you”.

I was flabbergasted and protested, “You didn’t say anything about repeat visits and its just not on, no I won't do it”

“Oh I think you will” she said, “I would hate for these to circulate on the internet wouldn’t you.” She turned her laptop around for me to see pictures of myself dressed as a woman taken last Friday.

“You fucking bitch!” I said in temper realising I was being blackmailed and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

“Yes I am a fucking bitch,” she replied triumphantly, “and when you visit me on Friday night you will find that I certainly live up to it as you are undergoing your invasive medical procedures while strapped down and helpless in my strict special clinic. This is run I may say by a sadistic rubber clad nurse who will give you a very hard time in there for at least two hours. I will see you at eight on Friday, do not be late!”

THE END – or is it?

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25.07.15 | updated – 07.05.17

The Company Bitch · Part 2 (2/2)
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