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Dolly's Python!
October 2005
"Hey, it's Mrs. Tarleton! How're you doing ?" I heard my secretary,Marcia talking and giggling with my wife."How're you, Marcia...you'rethe cutest secretary at Cooper, Tarleton and Strowbridge, girl!" Ilooked up, and there she was, my beautiful girl, Dolly Tarleton, her long,honey blond curls bouncing. I dropped my work to watch as my lovely wife andMarcia gossiped about the foibles of their favorite hairdresser.
Young Deon, the black head of the copy department stopped to touch my Dolly'shand. My face burned in shame as I recalled two weeks before, when Dolly hadtied me, naked to a chair in front of her bed, as Deon had had his way withher, and she'd given him a fabulous blowjob.
Deon had been a bit nervous at having the senior partner bound and gaggedlike this as he cuckolded his beautiful wife, but as Dolly had said "Darlingboy...this is the only time poor Leland gets to see me naked."
But Dolly hadn't been entirely naked--she'd kept her panties on, telling youngDeon that she was on the rag--so he hadn't seen her secret. Still, he'd beenallowed to kiss the lucious siliconed breasts, the collagened lips, the beautifulhairless body of my wife...so expensive...but he didn't know her secret!
Dolly laughed and tittered with Levison, my paralegal and of course old Mr.Strowbridge, the perverted senior partner. He kept giving her deep "friendly" kisses,and she just giggled and kissed him back, checking me amusedly with one eye..."Icaught you!" Dolly seemed to be saying. She just got such a kick out ofit that I desire her so much!
Staring---oh, is it normal for a man to be so attracted to his own wife? Myballs, so full...so swollen with back-loads of cum from months and months ofher cruel teasing. And what could I do? I stare at her...Twice in the pastmonth, she's been approached by fans who thought she was Heather Locklear orJeri Ryan.
And once she slept with some guy, a geeky cashier, because he gave her a rose...andwhat do I get? Nothing, just the right to support and worship such a stunninglybeautiful woman.
God, was Dolly hot oh, my darling girl...that musical laugh! But she couldbe deadly, too. How she could wield the strap, the cane, more than once, thehorsewhip...andthe viciousness of Dolly's Python. The Python...mymouth watered for the Python!
I thought of the night before, when I'd been trussed like a turkey and Dollyhad been running her fingers up and down my poor Willy. "You want to cum,I know..." she'd breathed in my ear as her nails had scraped the tip ofmy sweating penis.
Rubbing faster and then slower, again and again, I'd begged her to giveme release. But then she'd put the Python in my mouth and it had shut me up...forawhile.
"Such a sad little wormy-boy" my darling Dolly had snickered, tossingher lovely blonde curls as she shoved the Python home. "You're just apitiful slug...a jellyfish without the power to sting. All you're good foris an open wallet, in my opinion" There had been tears in my eyes, andshe'd laughed uprorariously. I was fortunate that she'd laughed, as sometimesDolly would cane me for being a crybaby!
The Python was truly my Master....I fantasized about it whenever I ate a bannanaor chewed beef jerky. That long, hard, vein colored weapon, oh, how it filledmy tender mouth...filled my soul! Oh, my Dolly! How do you do it to me, myMistress?
I watched as Dolly exchanged flirtatious glances with my admiring youngassociate attorney, as well as my partners, and the mail clerk. No evidenceof the Python now! She was a magnet for men, my Dolly was. Even ifthey'd known her secret, she probably still would be.
Oh, the whispers my Dolly gives when she's a-teasin'. "What's wrong,Leland? You frustrated because you can't cum?" The fingers toying andbouncing along my miserably purple shaft as she chuckles. "Your poor dickie-birdis always locked into that mean old piercing."
She squeezes my scrotum slightly and sticks a forefinger in my ass, just fora moment. "But you were the one who wanted chastity, who begged for it." Igasp, and tears run from my eyes.
"You said that you felt like I shouldn't have to reciprocate when youserviced me...and then you said perhaps you shouldn't be able to even touchyourself after you'd satisfied me...and YOU took me to the piercing studioto get your Prince Albert..so why are you complaining that you never get tocum?"
She then would grab my swollen, full balls and squeeze to her heart'scontent.
"You're destined maybe to never cum again if that's what I want." MissDolly would titter as her lovely long nails slightly grazed my frenum, againand again. "Imagine that, darling...locked in that piercing for the restof your life, forced to sit down to pee like a girl does."
Then Miss Dolly laughed, thinking of the time that I'd gone into my bathroomat work to pee...the urinals were empty and the stalls were full...so I peedmy pants just because I couldn't sit down...because having that nasty piercingon my dick means no standing up to pee--which Miss Dolly said is too MALE anyway.
"Locked up for life" she giggled, as she pulled and stroked my tumescentcock, "Except when I unlock you for a little tease/torture...eh?" Andshe laughed and laughed. What a cruel princess my darling Dolly can be!
God, that tinkling laugh! Even after all these years, my dick stiffenedagainst its secure Prince Albert piercing watching Dolly's boobs bounce inher crop top. And when she held up a leg to show Marcia her new fishnet hose,I began gasping.
Oh, she was so sexy... I thought again of the night before I'd been tied down,and Dolly's long nails, then colored Neon Orange, had played and scraped acrossmy thrusting penis for three hours in an evil tease as I'd pulled andstrained at the ropes tying my hands.
Dolly would pump, pump, thrust and pull my erection with her soft, ifsomewhat large hands, and I'd gasp and beg...and she'd let go of my poor cock andLAUGH at me, just before wonderful, miraculous release! Would I ever orgasmagain?
Every few minutes, I'd be fed the Python, until the Python shot in my mouth. "Youmade Mr. Happy Spit again, Junior"
Dolly would return to teasing my poor cock just for a little longer... oh.God.Then, just as I was about to cum, Dolly had locked me back in the PrinceAlbert piercing, laughed at my tears, and rolled her beautiful body over togo to sleep. And I'd sucked her to three orgasms before that!
When I'd gone to sleep that night, my jaws had been aching, oh, so painfully.And my poor penis, locked as it was in the cruel Prince Albert, had throbbedunsuccessfully in its cruel piercing...my balls were so swollen with unsatisfieddesire.
And I knew that night, that after all the sucking I'd done, Dolly hadleft with some young men around eleven-thirty and gone partying at a punk rockdance club downtown. Which meant she'd probably gotten her rocks off again...oh,it had been so painful, and yes, I'd cried myself to sleep. "The waterworks" asDolly contemptuously called my emotions...I did cry a lot these days!
Now, Dolly was looking at me, and waving her fingers, tipped with Frosty Cherrypolish--I know,as I'd manicured them this morning before work. Dolly smiledat my secretary ."Marcie, baby I gotta talk to Leland now...hubby's beena bad boy!" Marcie laughed at this sally, but my blood chilled. Itwasn't a "hey, let's get lunch" visit to my workplace at all...
"Yeah, honey, just go take the afternoon off, I'll help Lee with anywork he has." Marcie smiled gratefully as she saw my reluctant assent,and bounced out the door. Dolly opened my inner office door and pranced in,bouncing her miniskirt about.
"Well, Leland baby, how's it going?" she asked in a honeyed voice. "Havinga good workday?" Dolly tossed her peach curls and moved around the sideof the desk, gently pulling me out of my chair by my necktie.
Her glossed lips parted as she smiled into my face. I wanted her so badly--ithad been 123 days since I'd last been allowed to have an orgasm--but as sexyas she looked, I knew Dolly was pissed about something.
I could always tell...usually her frown was just one of amused contempt...Iwas always cowering in front of her, it seemed, but I could tell there wasa bit of teeth gritting going on today, which meant that I would be in seriouspain. But she couldn't be seriously going to punish me here in my own office!
But she'd locked the door. And I knew that Dolly had no compunctions aboutdisciplining me in public places. Just the week before, we'd been at the Hechtcompany, and I'd gotten into a tiff with her about a bright pink shirt shewanted me to buy.
"It's ridiculously feminine, honey. I can't wear something like that." I'dprotested. "Now, darling. .you know that you're such a sissyboy, and thisshirt will highlight your pink cheeks." As Dolly had said this, she'dwinked at the young salesman, who had snickered behind his hand.
"No, absolutely not!" I'd insisted. "Forget it!" Dollyhad turned and smiled at the young man. "Sam, is there a changing roomhere?" Sam had nodded assent, and Dolly had grabbed me by the ear anddragged me back there as salespeople and customers had stared. I'd even spotteda shoplifter dropping socks out of the pocket in his jacket, he'd been so amazed!
We'd gotten in there, and Dolly had shut the door. "Now, Dolly, you haveto understand..." I protested. Dolly had sat down and gone through herpurse, pulling out her big wooden hairbrush. "Take down your pants, rightnow." she'd said to me with gritted teeth.
Oh, how beautiful she'd looked in her snug white turtleneck andleather miniskirt! "Dolly, I have a right to choose my clothes...andyou can't discipline me here." I'd looked quite severely at her, but despitemy darling's feminity, she'd grabbed me and unbuckled my pants, dragging themand my shorts down. I had known I couldn't fight her off...Dolly was VERY strong.
"Bend over." Dolly had grabbed my hair and dragged me across herminiskirted lap. My pierced organ had been smushed against her leather coveredknee, though the miniskirt had been so short that I could also feel her scratchynylon stockings. WHACK! WHACK! Thirty I'd gotten, right across my poor barebottom, and I'd screamed and cried the entire time.
Finally, I'd come out into the store again, buttoning up my pants, tears coursingdown my face, as the shoppers watched and giggled, and in front of my bemusedDolly, I'd purchased the brightly colored shirt in three different styles.I'd not been able to sit in the car to drive home, so Dolly had mercifullyallowed me to lie in the back seat...oh it had been so horrible!
But now in the office, it looked like more trouble for me! "Whatare you working on, baby?" Dolly's voice was soft as she read the briefon my desk. Dolly raised her little voice and read in an amusing staccato.. "TheTrustee's Motion to Open Judgment and for Rehearing of Memorandum Opinion...oh,fascinating, honey...riveting as a matter of fact."
Dolly smiled up at me. She was so delicious. What had I forgotten todo? I could see her Adam's apple pulsing...she was mad. I was terrified, butI couldn't quit staring down into my darling Dolly's cleavage.
"I hate to bother you here at work...you're so busy while I'm at home..." Dollypaused to apply some lipstick. Oh, those beautiful lips. Certainly I'd paidto have collagen put in them, but weren't they gorgeous with that glossy shine! "Butapparently you forgot to do something, baby" Dolly breathed, flickingher tongue in my ear. Then it came again.
"I was going to meet Jorge for lunch today, don't you pout...you knowI need to have a boyfriend to be satisfied...you don't do it for me baby..." Dollysmiled as she put her face closer. "And I looked for the outfits you saidyou'd ironed last night but..they're all wrinkled."
I felt Dolly's hands briskly undoing my belt, and pulling down mypants and shorts as she continued. " My lycra mini dress withthe sequined front isn't ironed" Dolly toyed with my cock as it thrustagainst the evil piercing.
"Nor is my Electric Blue stretch tube outfit." Her soft fingerstickled my scrotum as I gasped. " Or even my Vinyl Keyhole Halter dress,or my cotton knit turtleneck."
WHUMP! Dolly's knee came up and slammed right into my cock and balls and Ifell to the floor of my office moaning. Tears came out of my eyes, and I heardDolly's soft tones change into her deep MALE voice.
"Get your clothes off, you worthless faggot motherfucker! Who thefuck do you think you are?" Brutal kicks from Dolly's silver glitter go-goboots crashed in my stomach.
That voice...I remembered the first time I'd heard it!
April 1999
"So this is my apartment, do you like it?" Dolan McIntyre lookedaround as he walked through my vestibule. His right bicep gleamedwith the U.S. Marine Corps "Semper Fi" tattoo, as he flexedin the black tank top that designated him as a Tawse Club barback.
Dolan's golden brown handlebar moustache glimmered as he looked aroundmy pretentious little apartment. He grinned at me. "It's fancy,real classy, Mr.Tarleton." "Well, I suppose on a bartender's salary,you might not be living in a place like this for a while." I joked.
Dolan smiled "I'm not even a bartender, just a barback, Mr. Tarleton.The bartenders get real good tips. Me, I live at my sister's. Wish Iwas a corporate lawyer like you, sir."
Looking at one of my more bizaare Dali prints, he whistled. "So yougot even weirder shit going on for you than being in the bondage scene, huh?"
My throat constricted. Why had I brought Dolan over? Normally, when Itrolled at Tawse, it was to meet a hot girl, who I could train to give mea good whipping--not many women were naturally dominant sexually, I thought.
I'd just broken up with Elspeth, a Tawse Club princess type who'dbeen fun for two or three months--but she didn't seem like she really wasINTO domming me. It was more like "Now I spanked you like you wanted, so let'sgo to the movies."
She'd been mystified as to why I'd dumped her--after all, Elspeth wasbeautiful, and looked great in pleather corsets...but it wasn't enough.
Dolan cracked the beer that I gave him, and we sat down. "So areyou really interested in this stuff?" Dolan asked me with a grin. "Youknow, I'm just working there, at the Tawse Club, sir. The pay's good...youmembers have some stiff dues." Something else was stiff, I felt uncomfortably.
"Really, Dolan, you don't ever think about how cool it would be--theS&M scene ?" I blurted. "It's kind of glamorous, I think."
Dolan shook his head. Recently discharged from the military after fifteenyears, he'd just grown out his buzz cut, and I could tell there was a bitof curl in his crop.
"The idea of licking some bitch's boots--kissing ass, after a hardday's work, I don't think so, Mr. Tarleton." "Leland--please." Igrinned at Dolan. "But, Dolan, what about being on the other end...wouldn'tyou like to have a slave?
Might be fun, you know...a hot girl doing your every whim. I mean, gettingyour dick sucked, whipping her ass...don't tell me you've never thought aboutit."
Dolan turned and grinned at me, showing lots of teeth under the bushyhandlebar moustache, and again I wondered why I'd invited this guy to hangout at my house.
First, I wasn't looking for buddies at the Tawse Club, just dominatrix-ishMistresses...secondly, this fellow was a mere bartender! But I'd not beenable to take my eyes off of him in weeks. What was wrong with me?
Dolan sipped his beer and peered at me. "Mr. Tarleton--" "Leland,or Lee." I interrupted. "All friends here."
Dolan smiled. "Yeah, I suppose I can call you by your first name,considering I've watched that chick with the bad dye-job whipping your bareass--what's her name? Elsie? Elspeth. She was a shitty tipper, but I didlike watching her beat your ass, no offense sir."
Hearing Dolan mention this made me feel a bit embarassed, but Ilooked straight at Dolan. "As I said, Leland, it's not so much thatI wouldn't like whipping some ass, maybe, or having my dick sucked--" Myown dick pulsed against my jockey shorts, looking straight into Dolan's piercingblue eyes.
"But the fact is, Leland...I don't like girls. I swing to adifferent drummer." My cock was so hard that I forgt that Dolan hadmixed his metaphors. "I don't want to put you off, uh, Leland, but I'ma homosexual, a gay fella. I like guys." Dolan looked at me earnestly. "Ihope that doesn't creep you out, I'd enjoy your friendship."
What happened after this I cannot be responsible for...I have no ideahow the next few words came out of my mouth...I'd been heterosexualmy entire forty-two years, and in fact was supporting two ex-wives and fivechildren, expensive little private-school bastards that they were. But mynext words to Dolan came out as...
"I'd love to be your slave-boy, Dolan. Please, let me try." Dolanlooked at me, some what alarmed. What had I done? Jesus, was this going toget around the Scourge Club? He's such a big motherfucker. He might evenassault me, but I'd like that...ugh.
But Dolan put his beer down and looked at me seriously. I tried to savethe situation. "I--I'm middle aged, eight years older than you, I--you'revery atttractive, and not even into S&M but--" Dolan held up a finger. "Leland,buddy. Don't apologize.
You're a good-looking guy--we barbacks call you the Silver Fox, and weall thought you were too good for Elspeth...I'd like try being your um topguy--" "Master. My Master." I squeaked.
Oh, my cock was so fucking hard. Twenty minutes later, I'd stripped nakedand was kneeling in front of the assistant barback at the Scourge Club,trying not to look too desperate. My dick was straight out, and I lookedfurtively at him. An experienced Dom would have slapped my face for not staringat the floor, but Dolan just looked at me.
"Wow. What now, Leland? Man, oh man." He was confused, but Icould see the bulge in his black jeans. "There's a thick wooden paddleand a short whip--called a dog whip in the closet, along with some handcuffs,sir. Miss Elspeth always locked my hands because I tend to squirm, Sir."
Dolan seemed a bit dazed that the man who he'd called Sir was now callinghim Sir. But he got up and went to the closet, bringing back the necessaryimplements. He couldn't get over the dog whip it seemed--
An hour later my butt was scalding from Dolan's efforts with my Spencerpaddle, and I was biting the pillow, while bound naked on the bed. Dolanhad tried the dog whip as well, with interesting results...but now he wastoying with my bullwhip, and there were questions in his eyes.
I lay on the bed, moving my hands in the cuffs as Dolan toyed with mymarvelous Kangaroo Hide Bullwhip. "I just don't want to seriously maimyou, Leland." I smiled gamely. "Don't worry, Master Dolan.I'vegotten it from single-tail lashes, signal whips, snake whips, dog whips,stock whips, target whips, scourges and a hundred different strops, Sir."
I was nervous myself, but I didn't want him to be scared off.
"You see, Sir, that whip, like many is made with a handle, a tailand a "cracker" at the tip. That bullwhip is five small whips interwoveninto what's called plaits." I felt as if I were teaching a class,albeit being bound naked on the bed, as my new, young Master strutted backand forth in his tank top and black jeans. Oh, he was so sexy!
"You should take a stance as if you were fly-fishing...swing thewhip out and let it land on my back, or my buttocks, wherever you wish topunish, Sir." I paused, and caught my breath. "just flick yourwrist, bend your arm,aim and--Ooow!" Dolan's first crack had found thesweet spot--right beneath my buttocks and above my thighs.
At first the lashes were hesitant, but as I moved around on the bed, tryingto avoid them, Dolan became irritated. "Stay still,you little punk!You're gonna get it worse now!" My cock hardened and poked out frombeneath my legs, and instantly was rewarded with a nasty lash across theshaft. I screamed and bellowed into my pillow, and after Dolan hesitantlyuncuffed me, I pulled down his pants and encountered the Python forthe first time. My first cock ever, but I went for it like a pro. Slurp Slurp!
My mouth traveled up the Python, teasing the head with the tip of my tongueas Master Dolan bucked and groaned. I tried hard not to bite-- I sensed Dolanwould be a strict punisher if there was any discomfort--but it was quitedifficult to keep my mouth and throat smooth as Dolan skull-fucked me.
As I moved around, crouched on my knees, Dolan took one of his bootsand slammed it against my penis, grinding my penis and balls into the flooras I strained to suck his glorious Python...oh, I couldn't take the pain,but the touch of the bulbous glans of the Python on my tongue was pure pleasure!
"You better loosen up, baby." Dolan crooned. "If I gotta,I'll knock your teeth out to make my little bitch's mouth more cushy." Iheld back tears as I opened my mouth further to accommodate the massive Python.For that was what I was going to call it--the Python. But, as I finishedup on my new Master, I looked up at him, and there were tears in his beautifuleyes. "I got to tell you something, Leland, before we go much further...Ithink I have a woman inside me."
My mind returned to the present, and now, after I'd hurriedly taken offmy clothes, Dolly's muscular arm dragged me back up again and I stood beforeher, trembling, my penis thrusting miserably in its Prince Albert loop. "Youwere so hot to have me tease you that you lied and said you had ironed my clothes!"
Dolly threw me across my desk, taking a thick razor strop out of herhandbag. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes, though I knew I'd be in tearsin just a moment. Could I prove that I wasn't a crybaby?
WHACK WHACK WHACK! Dolly's muscular arm landed the strop again and again onmy welted buttocks...she had, after all been a competitive weightlifter aswell as a Drill Instructor in the Marine Corps for thirteen years.
"Turn around, queer-boy, let me give it to that pathetic cock of yours!" Ispun around, eyes shut, and felt the cruel strop whack my pierced cock fivetimes until it was shriveled and bleeding, and my Mistress was laughing heartily.Then she returned her strap to scarring my shoulders, back,buttocks and thighs.
I tried so hard not to howl and scream, as my law partners and all the supportstaff were just in the hallway...finally, the whipping was over.
I'd been trained well not to make noises. Mistress Dolly and beforeher, Master Dolan had "learned" me to be a silent pain pig. Finally,I was thrown to my knees. I couldn't stand it any more.
"Mistress Dolly, would you give me the Python! Please, oh please...I'vemissed it since this morning's worship ma'am! I promise to iron your dressesas soon as I get home. but please let me service the Python here on my worthlessknees in this office, ma'am!" I cringed as such sass might earn me morefrom the strop...but Miss Dolly was smiling!
Dolly unsnapped her skirt and pulled down her panties. "Now, here's thePython...you'd better say you're sorry!"
I looked straight at Dolly's long, thick, pulsating penis. "See,it's a real dick not like your two-inch worm that's pierced up! Pathetic!" Dollysneered, pursing her beautiful lips as she gazed with contempt at my smallpenis, locked in its cruel bow by the Prince Albert piercing.
So rarely did my poor dick participate in any way or form of a sex life,it seemed so unfair. My mouth and my ass were constantly in use by Miss Dollyand her many male friends, but my own sexual gratification didn't seem to interesther much at all...it was very sad.
"Open up that clitty of yours" This was how Miss Dolly referredto my mouth, alas.
I opened my mouth and the seven inch long, two inch wide rod was shoved inmy mouth.
Dolly's red fingernails scratched my ears as she grabbed my head and beganskull-fucking me."You know, I was considering letting you beat off tonight...Imight have, you begged so hard last night"
Dolly laughed as she slammed the Python in and out of my quivering lips. Deeperand harder the Python was shoved down my throat. I licked the glans ofthe glorious Python, toying now and then with the sensitive area of skin beneaththe glans on the underside of the glorious weapon.
I wished I could kiss and bite Miss Dolly's inner thighs a bit as Idid when performing non-punishment fellation. "Loosen your lips, dirt-bag" MissDolly moaned as she shoved the Python mightily down my throat some more. "That'sright.
I was quite skilled at taking the Python deep into my throat, trying evento pull it into my stomach, with no gagging. Miss Dolly had spent many hoursloosening my throat to open wide by tying me down and gagging me deep withcucumbers, dildos and even metal pipes pushed deep into my mouth...for hours. Allso I could give the Python serious attention!
"Yeah, I might have let you cum, you selfish pitiful dick wad...But yourinconsideration in forgetting to iron my dresses, and lying to me about itmakes me think I shouldn't let your queer-boy ass squirt for anothersix months!" I had had long training in relaxing my throat, swirlingmy tongue around her thick shaft.
But I knew I had to hold off from allowing her to cum...unless she wantedto cum in my mouth! Thrust, thrust thrust. I gasped and choked. "You'lllearn not to forget to iron Daddy's dresses, eh?"
Still in the deep voice. I stared up at her as I grasped her siliconedbuttocks, taking the huge shaft further down my throat. Dolly let go of myhead and pulled off her crop top, exposing her huge, 44DD breasts, that stoodup like basketballs. "You paid $20,000 for this boobjob, baby." Dollysaid with a smirk,
Now her feminine voice was back...like a different person. "ButI'm not going to let you touch my yummies for a month, as punishment for ruiningmy nice time with Jorge." Tears came out of my eyes as I continued tosuck Dolly's massive missile. Finally, she pulled her dick out of my mouth.
"Turn around!" I looked pleadingly at Dolly. "Mistress,please don't make me get it from behind. My poor poo-poo is distended as itis...please let Lee-Lee suck you off...you know I'm good at it...I'll blowyou five times if you want, ma'am." Dolly looked down at me, and becameenraged. The male voice came with a vengeance "Get on your knees, withyour butt to me NOW!"
Sighing, I turned around and pulled up my rear end. Oh God. I felt thehead of Dolly's penis forcing its way between my cheeks. She pumped hard, laughing.
"Good thing you were never in prison, sissy-boy, you'd be passed aroundfor a carton of Newports many a time. You'd be the head punk of Cellblock H,baby! You are sooo easy back there!" Biting my tongue, my eyes filledwith tears, I said "Thank you, Miss Dolly."
Dolly's laugh was brisk. "Yeah, baby...I like sodomizing you more nowthan I did when I was a guy...this is why I won't go all the way and get myschlong removed...'cause I want the best of both worlds, you pathetic littlecretin...
"Yes Ma'am...sir...ma'am!"
Wynona
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