Time Stands Still Chapter Eighteen The Last Act
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Time Stands Still Chapter Eight: Junior
By r.gold
9:30 a.m.
As the couple hugged each other, Jack comforting his wife.
I went to find Junior and tell him the bad news.
Walking down the hall, I opened the first door that led to
the basement. Jack had fixed Junior a complete suite in
the basement. I walked down the steps and the noise and
laughter got louder. The door was closed, so I knocked.
"Junior, its Renee. Can I come in?"
"Renee! Sure, the door's open. Come in!"
The lights were dim and infused with reds and yellows. I
loved Junior's set up. He had the whole thing done in Goth
and included electric torches in the walls. My favorite
part was the full sized rack he had built in shop. The
whole thing attached to the wall. I could see that Junior
and his friend were busy using it.
Junior turned his head towards me and smiled. That
resulted in his being whipped.
A snarl came out of the darkness. "Who gave you permission
to move, you little worm?"
Junior's head was quickly bowed. "I am sorry, mistress.
May I please have permission to turn and speak to Renee?"
Junior was lovely in the dim light. He was naked except
for his restraints. He had matching collar and cuffs, all
with chains attached to his rack. He had his legs spread
wide and locked right to the wall.
The sweat gleamed on his muscular body. Junior was what I
imagine Jack looked like twenty years ago.
The whip cracked again and I could see Jennifer come forth
from the darkness. She had a fixed grin on her face. Sweat
gleamed off the parts of her body not covered in vinyl and
black leather. I couldn't help but notice her wonderful
boots, her shaved pussy and her aroused nipples.
Jennifer was a goddess. She had rich black hair that hung
almost to her waist. Her beautiful body was quite a sight.
She was so well endowed that sometimes you wondered if she
was real. Taller than me, at close to six feet, this
delight had generous D cup breasts, a tiny waist, and
gorgeous hips. My personal envy was her butt and legs that
always looked wonderful with the three-inch stilettos she
favored.
Today, she was perfectly made up in high style makeup. She
was an artist with her looks and her talents. Her hair was
piled high on her head with curled tendrils hanging down.
She had wondrous eyes that had a cat like look that she
accented with her liner and color. Her long, blood red
nails accented her outfit and makeup.
She was wearing a beautiful custom-made leather bustier
that accented her incredible figure. If Barbie were ever a
dominatrix, she would look like Jennifer.
Jennifer had high leather boots on that rode past her
knees and up to her thighs. She wore a leather garter belt
and fishnet stockings.
Her shaved genitalia drew attention to her excitement. Her
lips were swollen and damp with excitement.
I grinned at Jennifer and moved closer to her.
"Hi." I kissed her on the lips. As I lingered at her lips,
my hand reached out and touched her wetness. I could smell
her perspiration and heat.
Jennifer quivered with my touch and moved closer to my
hand. This was not the first time that Jennifer and I had
fooled around together. She often asked me to join her
business, telling me that there's a big market for
transsexuals.
Jennifer sternly said to Jack, "Permission to talk is
granted. But, scum have no permission to turn their heads.
If you move, I will fit you with a head cover and lock you
down. Understand?"
"Thank you, mistress. Oh, thank you. Renee, whatcha doing
here?"
"I came by with you dad, Junior. He wanted me to tell you
that Traci's been shot."
Junior's head spun around and I could see the real panic
and pain in his eyes. "Is she alright? What happened?"
Jennifer cracked the whip against his back, raising welts.
Then she stepped over and violently kicked Junior in his
naked buttock several times with her three-inch stiletto.
I really admired the girl for getting into her work.
"Turn back, slave. Keep your head facing the wall." Junior
looked wonderful, all stretched out and handing spread
eagle against the wall. The black leather straps and the
heavy buckles sounded wonderful as they clinked.
The two of them made quite a pair. It was true love, not
money that brought them together. We had even voted them
the couple most likely to get matching tattoos together in
high school.
I watched Jennifer scar Jack's back with such enthusiasm.
Her creamy white flesh looked lovely in the shadows.
Maddy
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