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Denouement - by Veronica Nym
Answering the doorbell, Ellen opened the door to see two figures
standing outside her house. One of them was a large man who stood there
with a smirk on his face. The other, slightly smaller, person was
dressed in fetish gear: Spike-heeled shoes, sheer stockings, a very
short leather miniskirt, a tight leather corset, bracelets with small
eyes for hooks, a thin collar with a gold leash (of which the large man
was holding the end), all in black. Ellen also noticed that this fetish
freak had a large bulge at the crotch, easily identifying the sex of
the wearer. She asked, "Who are you people and what do you want?"
The large man answered, "Greetings, Ellen. My name is Alan, and I have
something to tell you that I think you'll find interesting. This is my
slave girl...." He pulled the leash a bit, forcing the leashed 'slave
girl' to stumble forward so Ellen could get a good look. "Your husband,
Rich," Ellen looked closely; even under the thick makeup job, she could
make out her husband's face. Rich just stood there patiently, eyes
downcast. "Don't you think she looks hot?" Alan continued.
Ellen responded, "Is this some kind of joke? Rich, what have you gotten
yourself into?" Rich continued to stare at the ground. Alan moved
forward into the door frame.
"This is no joke, I have taken your husband as my slave girl and have
decided it was time for you to learn just what kind of slut you
married." And saying this, he barged into Ellen's house, dragging Rich
who tottered behind him. Alan looked around the living room and settled
into a reclining chair. Rich took a position on the floor in front of
the chair, kneeling silently between his legs. Alan continued, "Your
husband has been serving me for months. I imagine that she came up with
all kinds of stories: late night at work, something came up at the last
minute, that kind of thing. But the truth is that she has has been
serving me," his smile grew wider, "and anyone I command her to." Alan
paused, watching for Ellen's response.
Ellen stood silently for a bit, then started laughing. Alan watched,
slightly puzzled by that reaction, and waited for her to catch her
breath. After a good belly laugh, Ellen said, "So, this is really some
kind of a twisted joke you guys came up with, isn't it?" She closed the
door and walked to her husband, looking down at him from behind. "I
have to admit, you really had me going for a second, there. But really.
My husband, the transvestite sex slave? I have to admit, you did a
really good job on the outfit. 'She' looks rather cute."
Alan said seriously, "As I said earlier, this is not a joke. I own and
control her completely"
"Yeah, right. All I've seen so far is a Halloween outfit and a lot of
big talk from you. I don't believe a word of your prattling."
"Prattling? Okay, then, it's time for a demonstration. Slut!" Rich's
head tilted back and he eagerly awaited his Master's orders. "Suck me
off, bitch!" Rich moved forward and opened Alan's zipper. Alan looked
up at Ellen, who was watching with great interest. Alan watched her,
looking for signs of revulsion or anger or something, while he enjoyed
Rich's mouth.
Instead, Ellen said, "Well, if that's all the bigger it gets, then
anybody could get that in their mouth."
"What?" Alan snapped out of his reverie.
"You heard me. Tell me, are you doing this because you can't get laid
by a real girl, or is it a way to indulge your queerness while
convincing yourself that you're straight?"
"Stop it, slut," Alan commanded to Rich. Then he said to Ellen, "Your
husband is the one on his knees sucking..."
Ellen cut him off, "But you're the one with the big hard-on for gay
sex, aren't you? After all, all this was your idea, right? I suppose
you have some sort of blackmail scheme going on, with my poor husband
forced to satisfy you with gay sex."
Alan paused to gather his thoughts, "Well, that's not quite the way I
would put it, but, yes! In fact," he got up so he would be more
intimidating, "I have lots of pictures that I'd be willing to spread
around. How about a nice picture of her stuffed at both ends sent to
his boss?" Alan started bellowing, "Perhaps that will get the
seriousness of the situation though your stupid head!" Alan sat
back on the arm of the chair, grabbed Rich, threw him over his knee,
lifted the skirt, and started spanking his ass. "I can do anything I
want to her. Anything! I'll sell her ass for pennies then I'll have
her arrested for prostitution and thrown in jail dressed as a whore."
As he spoke, he spanked harder and harder, forcing tears from Rich's
eyes. He finished, emphasizing each word with a solid blow, "She is
mine and there is nothing. you. can. do." He stopped, slightly out of
breath, and glared at Ellen in the sudden silence.
She laughed, "Huh, you call that a spanking?" Alan just glared and
fumed at her, unsure what to do. "So let me get this straight, you
think the reason that Rich was willing to submit to you and do all
those 'terrible' things was because you had some silly blackmail
scheme?"
"Why else would he?" Alan asked.
Rich replied, "Maybe because I enjoy it?"
Alan turned towards Rich, openmouthed and, for once, speechless.
Ellen laughed again, "So, all this time you thought you were a big
tough 'dom' forcing degradation and humiliation on a helpless victim,
when, in reality, you were being used as a sex object by a bisexual,
submissive, masochistic, transvestite. Does that about sum it up?"
Alan turned towards Ellen, "I've been set up, haven't I?"
Ellen laughed again, "You're not the sharpest pencil in the box, are
you?" Alan lunged at her, determined to win this somehow. Rich grabbed
his arm, pulled him to one side, and used an arm bar to bring Alan to
the floor.
Rich said, "I bet you never knew I took jujitsu, did you? Try to attack
my wife again and I'll break your arm." He pulled the limb enough for
it to really hurt.
Ellen walked over to the man pinned to the ground and said, "Wait here,
I have something to show you." She went over to the television in the
corner and fiddled with a remote control. Alan watched as she started a
tape. The tape showed everything that had happened. Alan watched,
horrified, as his plans for Rich's humiliation slowly turned into his
own. He knew he was beaten. If he dared to use any of his blackmail
pictures, they'll respond with this tape, showing just exactly how
badly he had been used. Now that Alan was defeated, Rich let him get
up.
Rich said, "You know, back in the beginning you were quite a lot of
fun. But you let the whole 'Master' thing go to your head. When you
first took the blackmail pictures, I figured you were just getting into
role, but it quickly became apparent that you were serious. That was
when we decided to teach you a valuable lesson and get you the Hell of
our lives. Now leave, and I expect to never hear from you again."
Alan got up, shook himself off, and left without another word. Rich
smiled at his wife, who walked towards him with a mischievous grin.
They hugged tenderly, kissing each other passionately. After a few
minutes, Ellen grabbed Rich's hair and forced him to his knees, "So, my
slave girl went and found herself some more dick, did she? Parading
around in your little sissy outfit while I sat at home?"
Rich stammered, "Yes, Mistress, Sorry, Mistress."
"Sorry? Oh, you'll have plenty of reason to be sorry. Now, go prepare
my bath and clean yourself up. Your lipstick is smeared horribly, and
those tears have ruined your mascara. Go!"
Rich tottered off in the heels, walking with much more grace than
before. In fact, he was positively radiant.
--- End
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