I went into the bedroom to get my soft leather slippers. I stood astride Jennie and brought the slipper down on her arse.
"Yeow," she went.
"Ah, that's better," I said. I brought the slipper down on her again.
"Ow!"
I stepped off her and just looked down at her. She seemed completely at my mercy and I liked it, I liked it a lot.
I brought the slipper down on her bare back. She didn't complain so I did it again, and kept doing it until her whole back was red.
I stood astride her again and whacked her once on each buttock. Then I brought the slipper down between her buttocks. I moved forwards to get the angle right then brought the slipper down on her cunt.
"Ah, ah!" Jennie went in pain.
So I brought the slipper down again on her tight-jeaned cunt and clitoris.
"Ah! Yes, now, I'm coming now!" And her head went up and this time there was a little sound and I continued to hit her as she came.
Her head dropped, dangling down. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," she said.
I stopped. "Nice, eh?"
"Oh yes." She looked up at me. "Do anything to me, anything, I don't mind what it is. I'll do anything you say, anything, please believe me."
"I believe you, Jennie, I believe you," I said reassuringly. She was almost pleading with me. Some deeply suppressed desire was obviously seeing daylight.
"Stand up," I instructed.
Jennie stood up and I pressed her against the wall. I unzipped her jeans and put my hand down her knickers.
"That feels good," I said. This was the first time I'd ever touched another woman's naked sex but I didn't tell Jennie that. Then I kissed her, then I sucked on each of her nipples while continuing to wank her. I pulled my hand out of her knickers and told her to take her jeans and knickers off. Then I led her to the bedroom. I lay on my front on the bed.
"Smack my arse," I said.
Jennie smacked my very gently.
"Harder," I said. "Keep getting harder until I tell you to stop."
At first I liked it but after a few smacks it started to hurt and I got no more pleasure from it.
"That's enough," I said. No. Inflicting pain was what I enjoyed.
I turned over on to my back.
"Caress me," I said. "Slowly, softly, gently from head to toe."
Jennie started at my forehead, running the backs of her fingers delicately across it. She stroked my eyebrows, she even caresses my eyelashes. It was gentle, feminine, intoxicating. Josh had never caressed my nipples as Jennie did, brushing them with such a featherlight touch that I found myself pushing up towards her to increase the touch.
She kissed my tummy, kissed my pubic hair, then stroked it with the same delicacy, gloriously, maddeningly brushing just the tips of the hairs.
"It looks so pretty," Jennie said. "The way it's trimmed."
She reached down to my feet and ran her fingernails up my legs from ankles to the very tops of my thighs. I could stand it no longer.
"Put your knees either side of my head," I said, "so I can look up at your sex, then go down on me. Make me come with your tongue."
But she didn't go straight down there. Oh no, not Jennie. She lowered her face towards me very slowly until I could feel her breath on me. She opened her mouth, not quite touching me, and exhaled, bathing me in her hot breath. Then I felt the tiniest touch of her tongue right down near my arsehole, then the tiniest stabbing touch of her tongue on my clitoris, then she ran her tongue down along the ridges of the lips of my sex. I could bear the exquisite torture no more. I pushed her head down on to me and ground myself against her mouth. I lifted my head up and planted my mouth firmly on her sex. Then suddenly I was coming, and how I was coming with Jennie's little tongue flicking from side to side like a little metronome on my clitty. As I came I pushed her head harder against me, the excitement of the whole evening exploding into this pyrotechnic orgasm.
When it finally subsided Jennie and I lay in each other's arms.
"And you've never done that before," I said.
"Never done it, but thought about it a thousand times."
We just stayed like that for some time then I said: "Are you still doing what you're told?" I asked her.
"Paula," she said, almost exasperated. "I will do anything, anything, anything you say until you tell me it's finished. You just don't know how wonderful it is to completely give in, to know that I have absolutely no control at all. Even if I tell you to stop because you're hurting me or something I have to know that you won't stop, I have to know that I'm absolutely powerless, completely and utterly at your mercy."
God, how exciting it was to hear her say that!
"I promise I won't ask you the question again," I said. "I promise I'll ignore anything you say. In fact I promise I'll do whatever I fucking like to you basically." And I enjoyed just saying the words.
"Oh, yes," she positively gurgled, and I felt her thighs press involuntarily against me at the thought of her complete capitulation.
"Go and get us a glass of wine each," I said. "In the fridge."
She smiled and went to do my bidding. I got under the covers trying to think what I could do to this girl that would give me pleasure.
We sat side by side in bed drinking the wine. Strangely, although she was the powerless one, I was the one feeling the stress - I had to make the decisions. I began to see what the attraction of complete subservience might be for her.
We heard a key in the front door. It must be Josh, but it was only nine o'clock. Jennie jumped like a startled rabbit, spilling her wine. "Your husband!" she said, starting to get out of bed.
"Where are you going," I said. "Get back in to bed."
"But it's your husband," she said, as if I hadn't understood. She was still getting out of bed so I grabbed her hair and pulled her down onto the bed with a thump.
"Get back into bed!" I said through gritted teeth.
Tears started to well up in Jennie's eyes.
"Complete and utter obedience, remember?"
"Yes, but I didn't mean…"
I sprang up, sat on her midriff and held her shoulders down.
"Fucking - shut - up," I said, then slapped her across the face. She looked up at me in shocked silence. I very rarely swore, but saying that to her and hitting her gave me such a buzz I wanted her to give me an excuse for doing it again. She got back in under the bedclothes.
"Just stay there and be quiet," I said. "I'll go and sort Josh out."
"Paula?" Josh called.
"In here, Josh. Just a minute."
I went out of the bedroom closing the door behind me.
"Well?" Josh said. "Is she still here?"
"Yes, but you're early," I said.
"I know. How did it go?"
"Fantastically!" I said. "She's in the bedroom, do you want to see her?"
"Well, yes, if it's all right."
"Come on," I said, and I led him into the bedroom.
There was real fear in Jennie's eyes as we came into the bedroom.
"Do you want to see what her arse looks like in the flesh?" I asked Josh.
"Oh no," Jennie said. "I'm not doing this." And she slid out of bed holding a pillow in front of her, looking for an escape route like a cornered animal.
I ignored her and turned to Josh. "Hello, my darling." And I gave him an exaggerated welcome home kiss.
I turned to Jennie. "Turn around, Jennie, show us that big fat arse of yours please."
"No," she said quietly but defiantly.
I folded my arms and said to Josh: "would you go and get my slippers please, Josh? They're in the bathroom."
"Certainly," he said.
When he was out Jennie said: "Come on, I didn't mean this, I meant just with you." I shook my head and waited for Josh to come back.
"Now, one last time," I said. "Are you going to turn around and show us your arse or not?"
"If I do, will you let me leave then? Please?"
"Sounds fair," I said. "Go on then."
And she turned round, showed her back to us for a second then turned to face us clutching the pillow protectively to herself.
"What do you think, Josh? As nice in the flesh as in the jeans?"
"I should say so," he said.
"Would you like to see it closer to? To grope it?"
"Oh come on," Jennie said. "You said I could go after I’d done that."
"Shut up!" I shouted at her. I crossed to her and tried to get the pillow away from her but she was holding it too tightly.
"Josh, come and help, would you?"
"No, no, no, no, no!" Jennie protested.
With one tug Josh wrenched the pillow from her grasp. Jennie put her arms across her chest and crossed her legs.
"Have you ever seen anything quite so pathetic?" I said.
"Let's get her arms and lay her face down on the bed," I said to Josh, "then you can grope her arse to your heart's content."
Josh took one arm I the other. Jennie tried to fight us off, shouting: "Get off me! Get off me!" But the more she struggled the more I enjoyed it.
We put her face down on the bed, her hands pinned by her sides.
"Go on, touch," I encouraged Josh.
"Is it all right?" he asked.
"No, it's bloody well not!" Jennie shouted. I pushed her head down into the bed to muffle her protests.
"It's quite all right Josh. She has given herself to me, promised, promised, promised she'll do whatever I want her to do. She's turned on by being powerless."
Jennie was trying to say something but I sat on her head, rubbing my excitement juice into her hair.
Josh groped her arse.
"Do you want to fuck her, Josh?" At this Jennie bucked so hard that I lost my balance and Josh had to hold her down. I got my slipper, held her head down by her hair and beat her back and her arse. The more she screamed the more pleasure it gave me.
"Go on, Josh, fuck the little bitch. Rape her, hurt her, do it any way you want to her. Which way do you want her, Josh, from the front or from the back?"
Jennie was screaming blue murder so I got a handkerchief and gagged her with it. That at least kept her a bit quieter. Josh had that fire in his eyes and was stripping off his clothes as fast as he could.
"This way," he said. "So I can see her arse."
"Did you hear that, Jennie? You're going to get fucked from behind. You are on the pill aren't you?" I asked.
She shook her head violently.
"So that's what she's worried about," I said, knowing full well that it wasn't. "Have you got any johnnies, Josh?"
"Plenty," he said.
He found one in the drawer and put it on.
"Go and show her what she's about to get," I said.
He went round to the side of the bed. I pulled Jennie's head up, let her see, then pushed it back into the bed again.
But with only me holding her she easily broke free and started to attack me.
Josh grabbed her arms and held her back.
"Hold her upright, Josh, facing me," I said.
Josh held her from behind, expertly pinning her elbow together behind her back.
"I'm going to give the bitch a black eye for that." And so saying I let fly and hit her on the side of the face.
"Josh, baby," I said. "That gave me such pleasure - I can't tell you! Hold her still."
I picked up the slipper and hit her across the face with it, first one way then the other. Then I slippered her sides, her breasts, ignoring - no - terribly excited by - the look of pain and terror in her eyes. I hated pain myself, I couldn't bear to be restrained, but oh how I enjoyed having Josh restrain her helplessly for me and oh how I enjoyed inflicting pain upon her.
"Now fuck her Josh, now fuck her. Quickly, baby, rape her, hurt her, hurt her for me, Josh."
Josh threw her face down onto the bed, dragged her back so her knees bumped down onto the floor, he parted her knees with his feet, crouched down behind her and drove his big fat cock up her big fat cunt.
"Aah!" Jennie went, her head rising - but I knew it was pain not pleasure.
I held her down by the hair, Josh was holding her wrists, using them to pull himself forwards into her. As he fucked into her he was looking at me - we fixed each other with an almost cold, steely gaze.
"Come on, Joshie, " I encouraged him quietly, "Hurt her if you can, hurt her if you can."
Josh was pounding into her for all he was worth. Jennie was sobbing helplessly now. And then I saw it. Her head came up, she shuddered slightly then froze, then let out a muffled "Ah!", shuddered again then relaxed jelly-like, every ounce of her strength drained.
"You are shit," I whispered in her ear," worthless shit." Then to Josh: "Did you feel her come, Josh, did you feel it?"
"Yes!" he said in a strangulated voice. "Me too!" And with one last thrust he explosively filled that condom with his cum. "She's like a milking machine!" Josh said when he had regained his breath.
Jennie lay completely still.
"If I take your gag off, will you be quiet?" I asked.
She nodded and I removed the gag.
"You bloody cow," she said quietly. "You raped me, you raped me."
Genuinely amused, I laughed.
"I'm bloody going," she said.
I let her get as far as the edge of the bed before getting Josh to pull her back.
"I don't think so. You've got some cold spunk to eat."
"Oh God, that's disgusting!"
"I know," I said. "Put her on her back, Josh, hold her mouth open."
Josh held her down, his knee across her legs, his forearms pinning her arms down, his hands holding her mouth open.
I slipped the engorged condom off Josh's still stiff cock.
"I'm going to empty this into your mouth, Jennie," I said. "And you are going to swallow every last slimy drop of it."
"No I am not," she tried to say.
"Maybe I should wait until it's stone cold, Jennie? Would you prefer stone cold spunk poured into your mouth?" But I didn't want to wait, I wanted to do it to her now. "Open wide," I said.
Josh pulled Jennie's mouth wide open. She tried to turn her head away but Josh held her. I trailed the condom over Jennie's face. "How does it feel?" I said. Jennie tried to say something but it was unintelligible.
"I know," I said. "You want me to pour it into your mouth. That's exactly what I'm going to do."
Jennie tried to turn her head again and tried to buck Josh off her, but her strength was gone and she had no fight left in her.
I stuffed the open end of the condom into her mouth the tipped the other end up so that Josh's cum started to run down inside the condom and trickle into Jennie's mouth. She tried to cough it out, but did not succeed. I watched cum slither out of the condom and in to her mouth. I lifted the condom up, letting the cum plop string by string onto her waiting tongue. The last bit of it clung tenuously to the condom's rim before finally elongating and dropping gelatinously into her mouth.
Jennie began to splutter and choke.
"Hold her mouth shut, Josh, so she has to swallow."
Josh closed her mouth. We watched Jennie cough and finally swallow her mouthful of Josh's spunk.
Josh let Jennie go. She sat up, coughed again and spat out the last remnants of cum.
"You absolute bastards," she said. She was calm now. "Can I go now please?"
"Josh," I said. "Could you go and get Jennie's clothes from the bathroom?"
Josh obliged. As soon as he was out of the room Jennie broke down in floods of tears. "You raped me, you raped me," she sobbed.
Josh came back with Jennie's clothes. Josh hadn't lost his erection.
"I want to show you this, Josh," I said. I showed Josh the Velcro strip in Jennie's jeans. "She reckons she comes twenty times a day by rubbing this against herself through her knickers. Maybe I should try it." I got off the bed and slipped on Jennie's knickers and jeans and pulled them up tight. But the crotch of the jeans just would not part my cunt lips in the same way it did Jennie's and however much I jiggled around the Velcro strip did nothing for me. I must just be the wrong shape. I took the jeans off.
"Hold her legs open would you, Josh?"
"No," Jennie said emphatically. "Give me my things."
Josh ignored her, pushed her gently onto her back and opened her legs. Jennie put up only token resistance.
"What are you going to do?" she said. "Please I really do want to go now. Please?"
I ignored her. I pushed a forefinger against her arsehole then ran the finger up and into her cunt crack.
"That's what it is," I said. "The bit between her arse and her cunt sort of isn't there if you know what I mean - it doesn't stop the jeans going right up her."
You often see girls in the street whose jeans seem to disappear up their arse cracks - I wondered if they were all getting Jennie-like pleasure from it: was I missing out on something?
"Please can have my clothes?" Jennie asked quietly.
I handed Jennie her clothes. She got up and dressed in sullen silence.
"See what I mean about her jeans going right up?" I said to Josh. I put the edge of my hand into her arse crack to make the point.
Jennie pushed my hand away. "Get off!" she said. "And goodbye!" She started to make for the door.
"You're not going," I said. "I just wanted to see how you looked in the jeans."
"Look," Jennie said. "Enough is enough! I am going."
I stood very close to her, face to face and said as menacingly as I could: "Shut up."
Jennie withered in front of me and burst into tears. I put her down on the bed.
"Please?" she said imploringly through her tears.
"Have we got any rope, Josh?"
"Electrical wire?" Josh offered and went to fetch it.
"Undress, Jennie," I said.
She seemed to be gauging her chances of making a run for it, but decided against it.
"Please, Paula," she said. "Let me go now, please?"
"Get undressed," was all I said.
Jennie undressed and I had the pleasure all over again of seeing her expose herself to me.
Josh came back with the wire. We tied her hands behind her back and sat her on the bed.
"I'm starving," I said. "Are you hungry Jennie?"
"No," she said.
"Come on Josh, let's get something to eat."
"You're not just going to leave me here, are you?" Jennie said.
We did. In the kitchen I said to Josh: "Well, don't you want to know what happened?"
"Yes, but not now," he said.
I pondered for a moment. "What do you think we should do with her now?"
"Up to you," Josh said. "She's yours."
I liked the sound of that. She was mine, mine to do with as I pleased.
Josh and I went back into the bedroom. Jennie said she wanted to go for a wee. I took her in to the bathroom and let her have a wee, then I dried her with a piece of lavatory paper.
I wanted Josh. I wanted him to fuck me, so we laid Jennie down on the floor, tied her by one ankle to the bed leg, put a quilt over her and Josh fucked me slowly, gently and for a long time.
In the morning Josh woke up with his usual erection.
"Are you awake?" I said to Jennie.
"Yes," she said flatly.
I got out of bed and pulled the cover off her.
"She looks absolutely gorgeous, Josh," I said. "Do you want to wank on her?"
Josh got up and stood beside me. I held his cock and started to wank him.
"Get ready for your early morning shower, Jennie, you're going to see spunk shoot out of this in a moment and splatter down all over you." Jenny just lay there, knowing that whatever she said or did would make no difference.
Josh took over. He masturbated on her. I watched as he came and spunk jetted out of him, big sploshes dowsing Jennie from head to knees. Jennie didn't react at all.
We untied her and dressed her. I rubbed her blouse into the cum on her front so that it would show through. We escorted her to the front door. She smelled of cum and sex.
"Don't be late for work," I said cheerily, and we pushed her out and closed the front door behind her.
Josh grabbed me, lifted me up then lay me down on the hall carpet and, bang, he was in me and off like a demented machine. He came, then came again a few minutes later then collapsed like a ton of bricks on top of me.
"That was the most exciting thing…" he said.
"Yes? What did you like best?" I said.
"You, and her, the way you…"
I knew what he had liked. "Dominated her?" I said helpfully.
Josh smiled. "Didn't I say we'd get along just fine?"
"You did." Maybe Josh had seen in me what I was only just discovered.
Jennie rang me at that evening.
"Hello, it's Jennie," she said rather sheepishly.
"Jennie," I said brightly. "How are you?"
"Fine. Just wanted to say thank you and ask if you'd, you know, like to do it again."
I was amazed. "Are you sure?" I said.
"Oh yes. You fulfilled my fantasy, and some. I was completely powerless. You raped me, ignored me whatever I said, made me do things I didn't want to do – everything! I can't tell you what a state I've been in since. I seem to come every five seconds!"
"Well, well, well. Yes, we'd love to, but it'll be hard to do something to you that you genuinely wouldn't like. I mean Josh can't rape you again, can he?"
"No, but you can do anything to me you like, really, anything."
"Actually I was surprised you didn't want him in the first place."
"Hmm. Well I hadn't included anyone but you when I said what I did and, I don't know, I was afraid because I know how violent he can be."
"Violent, Josh?" Then I remembered what I'd told her. "No, no, Josh is a pussy cat. I made that up about him beating me up to try and get into your knickers."
Jennie laughed: "Worked, didn't it?"
"Certainly did. Tell you what, Jennie, give me your home address and phone number. I'll ring you or maybe even pay you a surprise visit."
She eagerly gave me her details. "Remember," she said. "Anything."
But on the Monday morning I got made redundant - I'd only been there six months - then I got a stinker of a cold and it was three weeks before I got around to Jennie again. And I didn't even have Josh to comfort me - he went away on a two week course.
Then one day, when I'd got over the cold, I definitely felt in the mood for beating Jennie up
so I paid her a surprise visit.
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