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The Solicitors office held the whole of the upper floor of an impressiveGeorgian building in the classy part of town: by the time I had reached thetop storey I decided that I really did need to work out more. I found myselfin a swish reception area and seated behind a large desk was a beautiful womanin her mid thirties, typical secretary type with glasses and her hair sweptback neatly in a pony tail. What was unusual, however, was the cut of her blouse;she was exposing a very pleasing amount of cleavage.
"Good afternoon, Sir, you must be Mr Denham, Mr Thomas is expecting you" shesmiled and indicated a very comfortable sofa "Please take a seat, I will informMr Thomas you are here" She came out from behind the desk and I was glad tosee she had a fine pair of legs, the short black skirt she was wearing barelycovered her stocking tops and, despite the six inch heels, she seemed to haveno trouble walking gracefully towards an impressive mahogany panelled door.She knocked tentatively and receiving a barking response, entered the room.After a muted conversation she returned to collect me.
"Mr Thomas will see you now, Sir, if you would follow me" I enjoyed the shortwalk behind her: catching a glimpse of her stocking tops with every step andthe swish of her ponytail as her long glossy hair swung left and right, shereally was a very sexy woman.
The office I was admitted to was outstanding, a large mahogany desk dominatedthe room with three of the walls were made up of bookcases and cupboards whichgave the impression of a panelled study. Seated behind the desk was a man inhis early forties, you could have described him as a Bruce Willis with a fullhead of hair. He leaned forward across the vast expanse of desk and offeredme his hand.
"Mr Denham, Serge Thomas, nice to meet you" His eyes were deep pools, unreadable,but the smile on his face was full of bonhomie. "Take a seat" he indicateda large leather chair, as I felt myself sink into it I was reminded of a Gentleman'sClub rather than a Solicitor's Office. I was beginning to feel nervous, thisguy was going to cost me a fortune, but I had been given several personal recommendations,he was the best.
"I understand your wife has run off with her lover, the best man at yourwedding less than five years ago, and you are here to make sure she doesn'tget a penny of your company's assets, am I correct?" He summed up in that shortsentence the reason for my visit, yet it did nothing to describe my feelingsof anger and sheer hatred that coursed through my veins during the two dayssince my discovery.
"That's correct"
"Would you care for refreshments while we go through the paperwork you sentme?" I nodded, "Tea, Coffee or something stronger?" As it was only three inthe afternoon I decided on Tea. He flicked a switch on his desk "Get me twoteas". I was surprised at the change in his tone, the order was barked withno pre-amble or please, the disbelief must have shown in my face because heleant back and smiled. "Oh Mr Denham, I think there is a lot more I can dofor you than just handle your divorce, you need to know how to really treatwomen" My mouth fell open, clearly political correctness had never enteredthis office.
There was a gentle tap on the door and once again I was treated to the lovelysight of the secretary, she took two steps into the room and gave a small curtseyto Mr Thomas, despite the fact she was carrying a tray of tea she managed notto spill a drop.
"Excuse me Sir, would you like me to serve the tea now, Sir?" I noticed thatalthough she was addressing the man behind the desk her eyes stayed on thefloor her tone was reverential as if she was a turn of the century parlourmaid.
"Get on with it, bitch!" I was completely shocked and expected the secretaryto give him a mouthful (I know my secretary would if I asked her to get mea cup of water let alone call her a bitch).
Mr Thomas smiled at me "Let me tell you a little bit about my secretary,since you appear to be so concerned for her welfare" he was smiling yet theeyes still remained black unfathomable pools. "She is the property of a goodfriend of mine, his slave so to speak. Have you heard of BDSM?" My mind wasracing; I had heard of it but never met anyone who openly admitted to the practice.I must have nodded because he continued "Well, she is his property, I pay himwell for her services and help him out by ensuring she gets all the attentionshe deserves. In fact you may be interested in a sideline of my business, itis called Divorce Therapy." By now we had each received a cup of tea from theslave secretary, who had silently made her way out of the office while Mr Thomascontinued to discuss her like a piece of furniture he owned. "Divorce Therapyis used to help you with all the anger you have towards women at the moment,in my experience divorce seems to bring out passion in the most gentle of people.Let's finish up the initial paperwork phase of your divorce and then perhapsI can give you a free session of Divorce Therapy to see if you would like theservice" We continued with the finer points of the divorce over the courseof the next hour, where I had to list all my wife's indiscretions ending withmy discovery of her and my best friend fucking in my bed. After the hour wasup I was feeling extremely angry and very open to the "Therapy" Mr Thomas offered.
He stood up, walked across the room and opened a door which I had not noticedbefore as it was once again mahogany and blended into the background. I followedhis lead and entered the most extraordinary room I had ever seen in real life.It was a dungeon; the four walls were a rich deep red colour, the floor coveredwith marble tiles, and the tall ceiling a vast blackness. In one corner ofthe room was a large seat with straps making it look similar to an electricchair. Along one wall hung a long line of whips, floggers, canes and crops,followed by bars with cuffs at each end. There was a sort of bench in the middletopped off with deep red leather, which had straps hanging off at various points.Along another wall were various rings and hooks alongside a large throne likechair, finally in the corner behind the door where we had entered was the slavesecretary, totally naked now facing into the corner, her hands on her headand her magnificent long legs spayed apart.
"Now, Mr Denham, we come to the Therapy stage of your divorce proceedings.Your wife has behaved abominably and it is my opinion that she should be punishedseverely for treating you with such disrespect. Since we cannot drag her inhere to face her punishment we have our little slave here to stand in for her.So, Mr Denham, you are going to wreak your revenge on that little wife of yoursby beating her butt until she pleads with you for mercy; which you may or maynot give as you see fit." I was completely and utterly filled with fury afterdiscussing the raw details of my wife's infidelity and faced with such a beautifulbottom I grasped the opportunity with both hands.
I walked forward and addressed the slave "I wonder if you wouldn't mind movingto the bench in the middle please" to my disappointment the secretary did notmove, and Mr Thomas began to laugh.
"Mr Denham, she is a bitch, a slut, nothing more than a whore, you don'task her to do anything you tell her – here let me show you" and withthat he raised his voice and shouted "Get on the bench you slut!" to whichthe secretary immediately positioned herself without hesitation. With quickefficiency he strapped the naked woman down availing himself of the cuffs andfinally using a blindfold of soft velvet tied around the woman's head. Therefollowed a brief introduction of all the implements hanging from the wall,he demonstrated the wrist action for the flogger, cane and paddle while hisvictim lay impassive.
Eventually the moment came when I held a crop in my hand and I approachedthe bare lily white bottom and struck a blow. There was a resounding slap,not as loud as created by Mr Thomas's demonstration; but a satisfying noisenevertheless. It was with some glee I saw the appearance of an angry red stripeacross the white canvas, and, encouraged by Mr Thomas's smile, I proceededwith another, then another until gradually I felt the force of my anger traveldown my arm and give strength to the blows, the white soft skin changed tored in no time and eventually I found I had to stop because my arm was beginningto ache.
"Well done Mr Denham, a very pleasing start. Now let me see if I can findan implement that will inflict pain without the need of such an effort on yourpart" he went to a small chest of drawers and opened the first drawer, I couldhear the tinkle of metal and he brought me a chain with what looked like alligatorclips on each end. "These are nipple clamps, but they can be used on any areaof skin that you fancy, our little slave here has some lovely pussy lips thatare exposed and ready for your attention" I smiled, I was just beginning toenjoy myself. I pinched each side of the slave's pussy and attached the alligatorclamps letting the chain fall, it did look quite pretty; especially as theslave had a nice hairless pussy. Mr Thomas then provided me with a selectionof weights, they were beautifully crafted silver balls, with small hooks thatyou could clip onto a ring in the centre of the chain, it was with a greatdeal of pleasure I watched the lips thin and stretch to accommodate the increasingweight placed upon them, until I had run out of weights. Mr Thomas undid thestraps securing the slave and ordered her to stand before me, she moved carefully,and I watched with great satisfaction as the balls swung stretching the lipseven further. The slave stood as asked, with her legs slightly parted in orderto allow the balls to swing freely. As she was blindfolded, I felt able tofeast my eyes on her upturned breasts; they were well rounded with little pinkareole and small pink nubs for nipples. As if he read my mind, Mr Thomas announcedthe need to give her tits some attention, while holding another device in hishand. I can only describe it as two pieces of wood, around half a meter inlength, with a large treaded screw at each end, along the facing sides of thewood were a large number of metal bottle tops, these were arranged so thatthey would meet similar to teeth when the two pieces of wood were screwed together – itstruck me as an impressive well thought out piece of equipment. With experienceddexterity Mr Thomas pulled the slave's breasts through the opening of the woodand methodically turned the butterfly screws down so that the breasts werecaught between the metal teeth, I was amazed at how much the tits were squeezed,the bottle caps were barely and inch apart, the flesh oozed out from the titbar, a vivid shade of purple. There was some moaning emanating from the slave,but that was silenced by a brutal crack across the buttocks with a long cane,the force made the balls swing wildly forcing her pussy lips to be brutallypulled and I began to feel my dick rise in arousal. Mr Thomas deftly raisedthe slave's arms and secured them to one of the many rings in the ceiling,and then announced that he would warm the bitch up for me. I watched a trueMaster at work as he used the flogger to whip the slave from the backs of herknees to her neckline so that she was a glowing red colour all over. He evenused a thin strap to catch the ends of her nipples, making her gasp.
After admiring the marks on the slave for a little while, Mr Thomas thenhanded me a large church candle that had been burning brightly in one corner,there was a large well of liquid wax and after seeing him pour wax over theslave's heated ass I decided to go to work on her squashed tits. The effectwas amazing; I found that if I dripped the wax close to her nipple the painwould send the slave jumping slightly, which in turn made the balls from herlips swing – I felt my anger slowly dissipating, the "therapy" was doingits good work.
Then Mr Thomas began to play with the girl's pussy, despite the stretchedpussy lips it was not long before I saw the swollen clit peeping through itshood; he toyed with it a little more then suddenly stood back and brought theflogger down on the enlarged clit. She jumped in her bonds, the balls swungmercilessly and the tit bar juggled provocatively. I was completely mesmerisedas he repeated the procedure several times over. He would tease her clit, despitethe slave knowing what was to come; she could not help but be turned on byhis attentions. I noticed that after each blow the clit seemed to increasein size – clearly this woman was a true masochist. After the seventhblow he stood back allowing the slave a moment of composure, her pussy wasred and puffy. "Now, Mr Denham, I think this slave is ready to give you someattention and make some amends for her disgraceful behaviour." As he spokehe began to unfasten the slave's arms and remove the blindfold. When released,she immediately sunk down on her knees before me.
"Please Sir, I beg your forgiveness, I will do anything you ask to recompense" hertone was genuinely remorseful. She began to lick my shoes, savouring the leatheras if it were an ice- cream rather than mud spattered brogues I barely tooktime to polish.
"So Mr Denham, are you enjoying yourself?" Mr Thomas enquired, forcing meto raise my gaze from the squirming slave to meet his dark expressionless eyes "Wouldyou like this slut to give you some relief?" the question was an invitationI could not pass up, at my nod and with quick efficiency, the slave had releasedmy member and began to suck my dick with vigour, taking it so deep I couldfeel her throat teasing the end of my dick, until she needed to gasp for air.I began to toy with her tortured nipples, pinching and twisting to my satisfaction.After a few minutes had passed I decided that I did not want to cum just yet,I was having too much fun. I was beginning to enjoy this therapy!
I looked down at the bobbing head and it seemed all at once it was my wifekneeling, sucking my cock and with the rage building once again I pushed herdown with some force so that she fell to the floor. I swiftly removed my clothesand pulled her up onto her knees once again by her hair.
"You little fucking whore" I shouted the words, "you aren't even worthy ofsucking my cock, you bitch, you are going to lick my ass and tell me how sorryyou are" I turned round bending over the arm of the chair. I felt her handspart my ass cheeks and her soft tongue caress my ass. All the time she wastelling me how sorry she was, what a whore she was and how she wanted to makeamends.
"Say it with your tongue in my ass, slut!" I shouted she immediately complied,I enjoyed the feeling of humiliating this bitch; her speech was mumbled bythe tongue placed in my shit hole, as she begged forgiveness again and again.The tonguing was giving me a rock hard dick and I wanted to relieve the pressure.I stood up, turned round and grabbed her once again by the hair and draggedher over the arm I had just been resting on, ignoring her cries as the ballsswung wildly. I pushed my dick forcefully inside her ass, I wasn't interestedin her pleasure; she was there to service me. Sadly it wasn't long – justa few minutes in that tight ass before I was pumping her full of cum. I layacross her back for a few moments, my anger now spent, she lay motionless beneathme.
"Well, I am extremely pleased with your first Therapy session, Mr Denham,I will get my slave help so that you leave here refreshed" I had forgottenMr Thomas was even there, I moved aside and allowed the bitch to struggle upfrom the arm of the chair: and slowly crawl like a dog over to her Master.I watched Mr Thomas remove the balls and clips from the slave's pussy. He tookhis time to remove each clip, gazing into the slaves eyes and savouring hergasp as the blood flow rushed back to her tortured pussy lips causing her sharpintense pain. He slowly unscrewed the tit bar, and she gasped again as theblood began to flow back to her blue nipples. She had deep red indentationswhere the bottle tops had bitten into her sweet soft flesh. Finally, I sawhim smile softly at the naked slave knelt before him
"Well done, go and take Mr Denham through to our refreshment area and seethat he leaves rejuvenated" She gracefully rose and collected my discardedclothes and, with a tilt of her head, invited me to follow her out of the TherapyRoom.
I found she had led me to a wonderfully luxurious bathroom and I gladly spentthe next hour being bathed by the beauty I had so happily tortured. I was certainlyrejuvenated when I stepped out of the Georgian building; I decided that divorcewas not all bad having booked my next appointment for the following week.
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