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Bully Training Frankie and Roy Frankie was surprised when Roy came home andsaid he'd seen Chisel, the schoolyard bully who had created such havoc in hislife as a kid back in Philadelphia. "It's amazing, Frankie" Roy wassaying as they had dinner. "Chisel's changed so much, he's a Buddhistnow, and a probation officer as well." Frankie cocked her head, and ablonde curl fell into her cleavage, and Roy took an intake of breath...everytime he saw her, even after seven years of marriage, seemed like the first. "Really?The guy who used to bully you? I would have thought he'd be on other side ofthe law. Didn't you tell me he used to take your lunch money and vandalizeyour car?"

Roy nodded. Roy had been shocked when he'd ran into Chisel, walkingthrough DC Superior Court with his fellow prosecutors, seeing the familiarbig squarish head and beetlebrows of Ernesto "Chisel" Fantucci. Ken,Roy's second chair for the O'Malley trial, had turned to him and said "Roy,you're white as a sheet!" and Roy himself had felt the familiar dampnessin his hsorts, aaugh, he'd peed his pants just like he'd done in the old dayswhenever Chisel had grabbed Roy by the shirt and slammed him against a wall,before dragging the honor student into the locker room. But fortunately, todayRoy had been wearing dark pants and the urine stain hadn't shown and Chiselhad recognized him at the same time and come up and shaken Roy's hand- -andapologized!

"Dear, you were saying? The guy's not a criminal anymore? " FRankieasked. He looks so white when talking about this guy, she thought. "Well,Chisel went into the Marines after high school, and then got some therapy somewhere,and went to school, and now he's just a regular guy.

It's amazing. From seventh grade on he used to beat me up and take mylunch money, and other things happened as well." Roy blushed and lookedat his plate, and Frankie, an observant wife, looed past the table where Roywas shuffling his legs in that adoably geeky way, and thought she spotted anerection. But it couldn't be. Frankie knew her husband had some kinks,but didn'tthink he was a fag. Frankie reached over and stroked Roy's crimson cheeks.

Frankie wondered whether Chisel had molested Roy, though it seemed silly,since they were supposedly the same age. But Roy was like a child at times.She wondered whether whatever happened had happened in a locker room, as Royalways changed his clothes at home or even in the car rather than change inthe locker room of their country club, or in a changing room at any hotel.Anywhere where there were other men, it seemed. When changing in a locker roomwas unavoidable, Roy seemed to go into hyperventilation before he entered thelocker room door.

Roy was finishing his dinner, but his mind was awhirl--he couldn't getthe old demons to go away. Seeing Chisel, however nice the man was now, wasplaguing him. The image stayed. "C'mon you little homo!" Chisel woulddrag Roy into the locker room, bitch slapping the chubby National Merit Scholar,forcing Roy on his chubby knees and unzipping. Then Roy, tears coursing downhis cheeks would reluctantly open his mouth and Roy would slam his penis homeramming it in and out of Roy's full lips. "Now don't bite down, or I'llknock your teeth out, Roy. Then I'll know next time I'll get a smooth, gummyblowjob."

One horrible day Chisel had actually gotten Roy to suck off the entirewrestling team, and this had sadly gotten around the school. Roy had been unableto get a date for his Senior Prom. Today, of course Roy had to remind himself,things were different. Elroy Myers, titular head of DC's Corporation Counsel,had had a coffee with Ernesto "Chisel" Fantucci, a lowly probationofficer, and Chisel had said respectfully. "Mr. Myers, you are a greatguy, and I'm so sorry I behaved that way back then." Roy had thought oftelling Chisel that he could call Roy by his first name,but rather enjoyedthe way "Mr. Myers" sounded in his old enemy's mouth. "If there'sanything I can do, Mr. Myers, please tell me." Roy of courese had beenquite gracious and realized that now he, Roy was in much more of a power position.Those old days were over forever!

"Darling, don't you think about whatever it is that happened." Frankiesaid to Roy tenderly. "It's over now and you and that awful man can befriendly, or you can just avoid him. But you're an adult, and a very importantone." Frankie stroked Roy's hair and tugged her sweater down a bit, furtheremphasizing her full cleavage, and Roy smiled, as she knew he would. Roy prizedFrankie over anything else in the world, it seemed. He smiled at Frankie worshipfully. "Tellyou what, why don't we play one of our little games tonight."" Frankiesaid with adventurous eyes. Roy smiled widely. "Yes Miss Francesca."

Frankie's voice grew steely. "Then I want you to clean up thistable, the dining room and the entire kitchen, spotlessly, and I'll be in tocheck in twenty minutes."Frankie slapped Roy lightly on the face and helooked at his plate ashamedly. "Twenty minutes, Elroy. And when I cometo inspect, I want you naked and kneeling on the kitchen floor, with EVERYTHINGSPOTLESS, as I said in twenty minutes."

Roy arose hurriedly and undressed, folding his clothes neatly on oneof the dining room chairs. As he cleared up the dining room, Roy thought gratefullyof how wonderful Frankie had been in understanding his fantasies. They'd startedout during the engagement with Frankie giving Roy an occasional bare-bottomhairbrush spanking. Roy could recall Frankie, who he had met as a young stripperbeing prosecuted for cocaine possession, walking into Roy's living room, her40DD chest heaving in a snug sweater, ordering Roy to take down his pants.

Roy could still feel his naked penis itching as it was pressed againstFrankie's scratchy tweed miniskirt as she slammed Mummy's old elephant-tuskhairbrush against his bare bottom, as Roy's legs tangled miserably in his bunchedup trousers. Frankie's boobs would press against Roy's back as the hairbrushfell again and again against Roy's miserably scarlet buttocks as hard or harderthan Mummy had ever whipped him with the same brush!

Frankie laughed as she went to her bedroom to change into the blacksatin bra and panty set that always drove Roy so wild. My God,sometimes shethought he was hotter for her in that outfit than when she was naked! Not thatshe was naked around Elroy that much these days. As Frankie attached the claspstogether that connected her bra cups from the front, she breathed impetuouslyin the mirror, and watched her cleavage shake and bounce in the tiny blackcups. Yes he'd like this. And was Roy in for quite a night!

Roy of course thougth that "spotless" just meant that he wasto clear the table and wash the dinner things,but he had another think coming.Spotless was as Miss Francesca defined it. And of course Roy would whine whenFrankie began punishing him for the shoddy work he'd done-- Roy whined easily,and in a way she couldn't blame that guy Chisel for bullying Roy a little bit.

Frankie could imagine what a wuss Roy was in high school, as even nowRoy was such a nerd, he had his stamp collection and enjoyed things like puttingtogether jigsaw puzzles, unlike the chopper cycle building losers that Frankiehad grown up around. Yes, Roy was a bit of a whiner, but he'd given Frankiesuch a new life, helped her give up drugs and the stripping/prostitution lifestyleshe'd been so accustomed to. She should have more patience with her wimp, really.Well, Frankie could take out some of her annoyance on Roy tonight. After she'dadjusted her lingerie, Frankie pulled fishnet stockings on, applied eyelinerand bright red lip gloss, and painted her nails the color of blood. What funtonight would be!

Roy began washingt dishes in the kitchena fter having carefully wipeddownt he dining room and put up the chairs. Frankie had really begun to enjoythe games more and more in their first year of marriage, after learning thatRoy, the slave-boy would do as much housework as needed. The first eighteenmonths of marriage, it had been a normal sex life, with occasional bondageevenings, that Roy really looked forward to. He would be chased around thehouse naked in an apron with a feather duster, and Frankie menacing him frombehind...by their fourth year of marriage, Frankie and Roy had escalated toan entire weekend of mistress/slave activity, with Roy tucking Frankie in bedin the evenings and then going down to sleep on the basement floor.

Now, they occasionally played during the week, and Frankie's punishmentimplements had advanced way beyond hairbrushes and willow switches. "Isthis a game or not, Roy?" Frankie had asked the week before as Roy sniveledthat Miss Francesca had gone a little far and too hard on his buttocks withher cat o' nine tails. Frankie had locked him in the closet that night andmade loud moaning noises, playing with her vibrator. "I don't let crybabieslick my pussy, Elroy!"

Roy had wept miserably, crouching naked under Frankie's fur coats inthe boxy, hot little wardrobe. Now Roy scrubbed all the pans as cleanly ashe could, and made sure everything was looking pristine. He knew better thanto use the $15,000 dishwasher he'd bought Frankie for her birthday; duringpunishment sessions, slave Elroy had to wash everything himself. She'd taughthim this by turning the dishwasher on and sticking Roy's head in it.

Frankie took nearly forty minutes adjusting her makeup and putting upher hair but she still knew Roy wuoldn't have been done cleaning.

Stepping into her high heels, FRankie picked up her bamboo cane andher Spencer paddle with all the lovely little holes in it, and went to checkon her husband in the kitchen. She came upon Roy frantically wiping up thecounter, stark naked, of course and when Roy saw Frankie, he immediatley threwdown teh rag and dropped to his knees in front of her, staring at the floor. "Whyweren't you kneeling here already?" Frankie looked at her watch and thwackedRoy's shoulders and back with the bamboo cane. THWACK! THWACK! The cane bentslapping on Roy's back and welts arose against Roy's pale, flabby skin.

"It's been forty fucking minutes you little faggot, I expectedyou to have this kitchen ship shape in about seventeen minutes. Stick up yourbutt and put your face on the floor." Roy stuck his rear in the air andpushed his face in the floor. Biting his lip, Roy awaited the onslought. Now,Frankie let loose with the Spencer paddle. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK. Frankieloved the way the air saled through the holes in the paddle as it landed onRoy's bright red buttocks.

Roy bit his wrist to keep from screaming, he knew that his sobbing wouldenrage Miss Francesca. The wooden Spencer paddle was certainly painful,buthe had to learn to take it better. It was amazing, as titular head of DC'sCorporation Counsel, Roy enjoyed the respect and fear that he tended to bringup in clients and defense attorneys, but he'd remembered the day he'd see jnthat tousled blond girl in that drug trial. Roy hadn't prosecuted this one,he had just shown up to watch one of his former law school students handlethe case.

The judge, who had worked with Roy in the past, had also greeted himwith respect, and it had been quite a day, except that the defendant, thistousle haired druggie stripper, had smirked at Roy. She'd giggled at him inthe defense box and stuck out her tongue. Later, after Frankie had been acquittedand Roy was taking her to dinner, she'd told him that she'd once been a Phdcandidate for an art history degree,but had gone down the more "interesting" pathinstead. Now she was his respectable housewife, but also his Goddess WHACK!The Spencer landed one more time on Roy's savaged buttocks, and a tear rolleddown his cheek. Not so much the tough prosecutor now!

"Hmm." FRankie looked about her and the counters were indeedglimmering, the burners on the stove had been wiped out and the dishes, potsand pans were all neatly stacked up. Frankie noticed out of the corner of hereye that Roy was stealing looks at her and that his cock was hardening nicely. "Let'ssee how these cabinets look-I hope there's not a speck of dust in them. Roylooked alarmed. "Miss Francesca, I just cleaned up the dinner mess ma'am,you didn't specify the cabinets--" WHACK WHACK! The Spencer landed againand Roy howled. "Spotless is what I said, Elroy."

Roy watched Frankie's gorgeous buttocks undulate as she goit up on tippietoe to investigate the shelves. God, she was such a tease. Frankie knew Roywas a sucker for her gorgeous body and she was always dressed in ithgt sweatersor crop-tops, even at thirty-four years old. And she loved to tease Roy, andoften would tie him spreadeagled to the bed and perch between his legs, hergorgeous body clad in French underwear, and she'd play her fingers around Ray'stortured, bulging erection for two or three hours, rubbing quickly and thenpulling her fingers away as soon as it looked as if he might be about to orgasm.

In the beginning days of these teases, Frankie would finish off by givingRoy a mind-bending blowjob or mounting his penis so he could fuck her to orgasm,but lately she'd made Roy jerk off in front of her after the long tease, pumpinghis poor cock while she sat in a chair, long legs folded, and still in theFrench underwear, ingorning him to read "Mirabella" magazine. Ofcourse when Roy serviced Frankie, he would spend hours and hours licking betweenher legs, giving her countless orgasms.

How pitiful he looks, Frankie thought, staring at her nude, weepinghusband. Such a pathetic crybaby. Frankie felt like picking up the cane andgiving it to Roy again,but she focused in finding fault in the kitchen instead.Frankie opened the cabinets, chuckling to herself. Had these cabinets beentouched since she'd done her spring cleaning last year? At the time Frankiehad had Roy help, naked in an apron, cleaning hurriedly as Frankie correctedany mistakes with a few whacks from her scourge, landing it right on his cheekshwenever he slowed down,but there had been little cleaning since then, as Royhad been so caught up prosecuting these drug trials, and Frankie had her internshipat the gallery.

She put her finger in a cabinet, moving it around and then pulled itout, leaning down so Roy could see her bulging cleavage, compressed in thebra top. Frankie put her very dusty finger under Roy's nose. Crouched on thefloor, he looked quite mournful. Roy shuddered, seeing Frankie's long nailcovered with the dust. Of course he hadn't known she wanted the entire kitchenspotless, including all the cabinets... But she would have found a way to punishhim if it had been all gleaming as well! Frankie had once tossed an ashtrayon the floor after inspecting a freshly vaccumed rug during one of Roy's housecleanings, just so she could punish him for it.

"Does this finger seem clean to you, dear?" Frankie was

disgusted. "Ass up again, please." Roy protested "Miss Francesca,I didn't have time I--" "PUT YOUR ASS UP BEFORE I GO GET THE CAT!" Royput his rear end in the air to receive ten more blistering whacks from theSpencer paddle, followed by five with the bamboo. As Roy sobbed quietly, Frankieignored him and opened the refrigerator door, looking into it, while she hummed. "Goodnessthis refrigerator hasn't been cleaned out in ages." Frankie looked downto the floor where her husband knelt naked and prone. "Did this floorget washed and waxed? I don't think so." Roy's shoulders began shakingand his lower lip trembled "I-I couldn't do it all in twenty minutes,Frankie." WHACK. The bamboo cane lashed Roy's left cheek, and he beganblubbering. Frankie was adamant as she spoke. "I am Miss Francesca toyou, Elroy, you pitiful worm." Chisel Comes to Dinner

"You're the best, man.." said Deon gratefully. "I havehad so many P.O's who would have sent me back to jail for this." Ernesto "Chisel" Fantuccicrumpled up the report that showed Deon Williams as having tested positivefor marijuana use and tossed it in the public wastebasket. "Never mindsmoking the occasional joint, Deon. I'm just glad you're holding a job andworking things out with your old lady. Call me if there are any problems." Thetwo men separated in the parking lot of the DC Superior Court, and Chisel mountedhis Harley cycle, to drive to a dinner engagement he was not looking forwardto at all.

Elroy Myers, probably the most powerful man in the DC Superior Courthad asked Chisel Fantucci to dinner with him and his wife, and it was uncomfortablebecause Fantucci had bullied and sexually assaulted Myers when they were bothhigh school students. What could he say? Fantucci's drunken father had beatenhis older brothers, the brothers had taken it out on young Chisel, and Chiselhad vented his wrath on the neighborhood kids, particularly Roy, who seemedto bring it out in him.

It had been so crazy, Roy would see Chisel, who he knew would kick thecrap out of him if riled, and then he'd say something like " So why don'tyou sell a strand of that pompadour to OPEC?" and Chisel would go forhim. Fantucci often had the feeling that Roy went looking for Chisel, as heoften ran into Roy in his slum neighborhood, when Roy lived in the fancy ChevyChase area...Once, during the summer, Roy had actually come to the public parkwhere he knew Chisel and his gang hung out. "Hey, you guys having a circlejerk out here?" Roy had asked cheerily, walking by Chisel, Iggy and Mumbles,who were peacefully sharing a bottle of ripple.

Then Roy had followed this little gem up with "I saw your sisterstanding on the corner, Mumbles...it's where she belongs, right?" Chiselhad thrown the bottle down and grabbed Roy by the shoulders. As Iggy and Mumbleshad come up to assault him, Chisel had said, enraged, "No, we don't wantany marks on this bastard's face. Go cut me a couple of switches, Iggy." Chiselhad thrown the screaming Roy over a picnic bench and pulled down his pantsand underwear, and he and Mumbles and Iggy had taken turns lashing Roy withwillow switches from a nearby tree.

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK After Roy's bare buttocks were covered withpurple and red welts, Chisel and his friends had taken turns cornholing Roy,before taking Roy's pants and underwear and throwing them in a tree. Then asthey were walking off, Roy called one of them a name, and the three had chasedhim once again, this time whipping Roy's bare ass again in front of Mumble'ssister and her friends. Were these assaults all Chisel's fault? Yeah, prettymuch whatever Roy's provocation, Chisel should have left him alone.

Pulling up to Myers' house, Fantucci was amazed at the size. These peoplewere rich. Good God, look at Roy's Beemer. And why were they inviting him todinner? It was great that Roy Myers was a forgiving man. As head of DC CorporationCounsel, he could have given Fantucci all kinds of hell at his job. But whyhave dinner together? Certainly the trauma couldn't be gone. And what elsedid they have in common? Myers was Harvard Law School, and Chisel Fantuccihad barely squeaked through the criminal justice major at Slippery Rock StateTeacher's College. "But my wife really wants to meet you." Roy hadsaid. So Fantucci came. Perhaps it was an amends of sorts.

When Fantucci knocked on the Myers door, he wasn't sure what to expect. "Hello!" Jesuswhat a gorgeous blonde with huge tits in a little flowered dress. "Mrs.Myers? I'm Ernesto Fantucci." She gave him a warm smile. "No formalitieshere. My name's Francesca--Frankie to my friends." Frankie gave Chisela brief hug, and he could feel her full breasts pushing against him, and shepecked him on the cheek. "You're Chisel, right?" Fantucci smiledruefully. "Well no one's called me that since high school, the angry youngman phase is over now." Frankie hugged Chisel again and whispered in hisear "You don't mind if I call you Chisel, do you?" Chisel felt hisdick pressing against her hip. Shit, why argue? "No, that's fine, um,Frankie."

Roy got up from his Wall Street Journal to greet Chisel as warmly aspossible. Why had Frankie wanted to invite this psychopath? He couldn't havechanged that much. But she'd insisted. "I just wnat to see what the guy'slike. I'm amazed that he's gone through this kind of a transformation, andhe certainly (cough) had an affect on your life. You don't mind, do you honey?Just for your Miss Francesca."

Frankie had asked Roy this while Roy was bound on his back to a hassock,and Frankie's leather heel was poking in his sweltering cock. First she pokedit, with the left foot covered in the sharp heel, and then stroked the frenumtenderly with her right foot, where the toes pulled and pinched the tip ofRoy's cock until he was gasping. Frankie had been sitting on the couch, herdenim miniskirt lifted slightly to show no pantiews as her long legs had movedaround her prisoner's crotch.

"I was thinking of giving you some sexual release, darling, I'llunlock your new chastity belt and maybe you can screw me, but would you mindif Chisel came to dinner?" Again the toes played with the head of Roy'spoor penis, the expensive pedicure scraping his foreskin unmercifully whilethe right shoe gently, or perhaps not so gently, poked the full testicle sackuntil Roy, close to tears, finally said yes.

Roy was kind under Frankie's thumb these days. In the early years oftheir marriage, Roy had been quite pleased that Frankie was willing to accommodatehim in his fantasies of being her slave...and they'd gone from having a normalsex life, with occasional spices of S/M to having it be that a good seventypercent of their sexual play involved Frankie in her role as Miss Francesca.

During these sexual games, Roy was not allowed to screw Frankie, heonly could perform oral sex on her, and then, if he was a good boy, could masturbatein the nude in front of his fully clothed, smirking wife. Roy wasn't sure whenit had quite happened, but in recent months, Frankie had almost completelystopped having regular sex with him even when they weren't playing their specialgames.

Frankie had become less and less interested in regular sex. Forget blowjobscompletely--that hadn't happened for poor Elroy in nearly three years now--butFrankie even made Roy go through incredible hoops to screw her-- he'd haveto buy her jewelry, mow the yard, put new tires on her car. and then at somepoint, Miss Francesca took these favors for granted, and Roy's sex life itseemed, completely had dried up, though he'd kept trying.

Many nights Roy would climb in bed with his wife, and turn to her, hopingfor a nice screw, and Frankie would force his head down between her legs, whereRoy would lick Frankie to numerous orgasms. After she grew tired of this, hewould attempt to kiss Frankie hoping for some amour of his own,but she wouldturn away from his pussy- laden breath and go to sleep. Roy had been forcedto ease his sexual tension through masturbation, often in the stalls at work,because Frankie didn't approve of Roy jerking off whenever he felt like it,whether or not she was giving him "any"

But Roy had also had chastity fantasies, and had begged Frankie repeatedlyto order him a chastity belt, and the previous Wednesday had been Roy's fortiethbirthday, and Frankie had brought out the box! Locking the belt on, Frankiehad smiled widely. In the past seven days, Frankie had had Roy lick her toorgasm night after night, and Roy had had no relief at all. Several times Frankiehad removed the belt when Roy's hands were tied, and spent several hours manipulatingher hands or feet around his cock, but she'd not allowed him to orgasm evenonce. Whenever he'd brought it up. "Please oh please just lend me thekey, honey, you don't have to screw me or blow me..oh please." Frankiehad just laughed until she'd hinted he might get some action after Chisel wasinvited to dinner.

Now, Roy shook hands with his former tormentor as Frankie put her armsaround both their shoulders. " I am so glad you and Chisel can reunite." Bothmen looked at Frankie as if she was insane, or was she being sarcastic? Theyshook hands awkwardly, and Roy asked Chisel if he'd like a drink. "Ginand water please." Chisel responded, and they sat down.

Frankie stared at Chisel as he drank his gin. What a man! Jesus. Ithad been some time since she'd been around biceps like that. Roy was a veryloving man and quite an intellect,but he was chubby and not terribly macho.Certainly not athletic. Chisel looked as if he went to the gym every day, andthose deep brown eyes... It was interesting, Chisel didn't seem gay either.Roy wasn't gay and Chisel probably wasn't, and yet...

Frankie had finally gotten the whole story out of Roy- apparently Chiselused to really sexually assault poor little Elroy back at school. Chisel hadforced Roy to fellate him, as well as taking it from behind. This cleared thingsup for Frankie, who had been utterly mystified by her husband's fantasies.

The whole bondage-and-whipping stuff had been not entirely strange toFrankie, who had performed in this role for previous boyfriends and clients...shehad that regal blonde look that made men want to cringe and submit, she guessed.But it had been Roy that had shown Frankie her first strap-on.

It had just started with a tiny six inch vibrator that Frankie wouldpoke around the edge of Roy's behind in their first year of marriage, graduallymoving up to a ten inch dildo. "C'mon, butt-boy, take that big thing in,you know you want it." Frankie would snarl, as her husband would gulpand bend over. It had been nearly three years before FRankie had been ableto completely impale her husband's backside with a dildo, and even longer beforeshe began fucking him in and out with it...he'd cry and shriek,but she'd neverseen his cock harder!

But things had radically progressed. FRankie now had a huge two footcoal black monster, nearly as wide as a Louisville Slugger. It was a usualstaple in their play, and now quite relentlessly used after FRankie had heardof Chisel's shenanigans with poor Roy. She thought of a few nights before whenthings had gone a bit overboard.

Roy, his hands cuffed behind his head, had been bent naked ove a straightchair in the bedroom, as Frankie had lay on the last of thirty-five strokeswith the bamboo cane. WHACK WHACK WHACK! Roy had sobbed, gritting his teethand Frankie had trhown the cane down, looking disdainfully at her slaveboysblistered tushie. "You make me sick, the big, brave prosecutor, jailingpitiful minorities for a bag of weed but he can't take a few licks with a littlestick."

Frankie had then kicked Roy violently in the ass with her steel tippedboot, bursthing one of his biggest calluses left by the bamboo. Roy had howledand burst into further tears as Miss Francesca had laughed, sauntering to thecloset. She'd been dressed ina alce up black Merry Widow, her blond hair tiedhigh, and her heels had been the longest, nearly seven inches.


Frankie's large boobs had bounced merrily in the cups of the Merry Widow,and Roy had turned his tear stained face up to ogle them as she'd pulled outthe familiar box holding the dildo. SLAP! Frankie's hand left a bright redmark on Roy's left cheek. "How dare you stare at my breasts." Frankiesaid coldly, and Roy had returned his look miserably to the floor.

"Oh, just look at them for a minute then." Frankie's voicehad grown oily smooth, as Roy had held up his head,staring at her beautifulmammaries. Frankie lifted one out of the Merry Widow corset and showed it tohim. "You'd love to kiss this nice red nipple, wouldn't you, Elroy? Butit's not for you...My tits are for a real man."

Frankie bunched her breasts together and jiggled them before Roy's eyes. "Notfor a wimpie boy, I'm afraid." And it was true. Roy had loved slobberingall over Frankie's huge, well shaped breasts from their third date, and she'daccommodated his lust by wearing tight t- shirts and tube tops, unhear d offor a woman in her thirties. But gradually she'd allowed Roy less and lessaccess to her beautiful breasts, making him buy her a bracelet or take herto a play, just for twenty minutes of titty sucking.

Roy had finally gotten so desperate recently, that Frankie, wantinghim to learn to drink her urine, had dipped her brassiere into a bucket ofpiss and put it on, and let Roy suck it clean, which he gladly did, as it gavehim some access to her breasts. Then she'd said "So now that you likethe taste of piss, no more bra, you're going to drink it straight." andhe'd been forced to up end the rest of the bucket, weeping.

Now Frankie put her boobs carefully back in the Merry Widow and heldup the gigantic black dildo, which she'd christened Big Mo, for Roy to inspect. "Niceand big, isn't he, dear?" FRankie then had bent down and compared BigMo, which was easily three feet long, to Roy's four and a half inch strainingerection. "Why isn't your pee-pee nice and big like Mo is?" Frankiehad asked Roy in a friendly way. "Look how puny your dickie is, like aVienna Sausage." Roy had hung his head in shame as his penis continuedto bulge wildly. Frankie could tell this was turning Roy on.

Frankie had reached down and began fondling Roy's purplish erection.Since she'd locked the chastity belt on Roy some days before, the only timehis dick was free was during sessions when his hands were cuffed safely behindhis back or locked on the back of his head. IT had been many days since Royhad been allowed to orgasm, and he was quite horny and tense.

"See honey" Frankie had said gently as she played her thumbagainst Roy's quivering frenum. "I really can't let your dickie squirtout all that nice semen, keeping your sperm i in there seems to be the onlyway to make your pernis respectably big. Don't you want to be like Big Mo?" Frankieswatted Roy's erection with the huge dildo, and

Roy winced with pain and his erection wilted a little bit before Frankierevived it with a couple of caressing fingers.

"Darling, don't you see?" Frankie had asked as she ran herlong red nails across the tip of Roy's purple cockhead. " I love my babyboy's dickie-bird but I want it to be a BIG boy, or else why should I let youfuck me, right?" Roy looked sad. Frankie had stepped back and pushed BigMo into her vagina, just a little. She knew better than to rub it in too far,or she'd have a twat like the Grand Canyon. "Oooh. Aaah." Frankieclosed her eyes and simulated orgasm, before pulling the dildo out and puttingit in front of Roy again, and running her manicured fingers up and down hisquivering shaft. Precum coursed down Frankie's fingers and she held them upto Roy's lips and he licked them off. "You are so beautiful and exciting,Miss Francesca." Roy had babbled. "Your fingers are so long and elegant." Frankiehad smiled.

"Elroy darling." Frankie had said as she tousled his hair,before returning her manual attentions to his poor prick. "I adore you,you are so understanding and considerate. But what a tiny wee- wee you have!" Frankiepinched Roy's penis harshly with her Gaudette Nail Salon Manicure. "See,I have no incentive to let you put that tiny little shrimp penis inside me." Roylooked very sad. Frankie toyed with his erection with her fire engine red nailssome more.

"I should get a nice well-hung black man the color of Mo here." Frankieheld the dildo up and kissed it, not taking the fingers of her other hand awayfrom their manipulations of Roy's cock. She could tell he was getting harderand harder. "I mean, there' s no real reason why I should ever let thatmidget penis of yours in me again, is there, honey?"

Roy began weeping quietly. "I know I'm just a wimpie boy, MissFrancesca." he sobbed. "But-but we're muh-married, and I luh-loveyou and miss luh-lovemaking." Frankie ignored this plea, and continuedto stroke Roy's struggling cock. "I bet that Chisel guy has a big dick,right? It's been in your mouth and ass, right?" Frankie asked, teasingly.She swatted Roy's penis hard with big Mo again, and he winced once more. "Afterall, the whole school, according to you, knew that you'd sucked this guy off,and let him fuck you, like you were a penitentiary punk, huh?"

Frankie used her forefinger and thumb to massage Roy's glans and hemoaned, still crying. "I bet you really miss getting it from Chisel...butanyway, you're not going to get it with me, bucko, not til you're big likeMo." Frankie swatted Roy's dick once again with the monstrous dildo. " Iguesss IF I don't let you cum til about 20010, and I tease you all the time,perhaps you'll have enough semen in you to make you a third as big as Mo, andthen MAYBE I'll let you fuck me." Roy looked hopeful. Jesus. He'd forgosix years of orgasms to fuck me, Frankie thought. "But probably not, youwon't be big enough." Roy looked crushed again. "Oh well, time forBig Mo to take your winkie back there!" Frankie had giggled.

Frankie had then strapped on the dildo and stared at it critically. "Iusually grease Big Mo up for you, but I don't see why you deserve it." Frankiepushed the dildo into Roy's face. "But you can lubricate it if you like." Frankiehad never asked Roy to suck the dildo before,but with his recent revelationsabout Chisel in the locker room, she might as well see how much practice herhusband had at that ancient technique.

"Miss Francesca, I really don't want to suck the dildo." Royhad whined. "Please don't make me. It's so gay--" Frankie had laughedand grabbed Roy's hair and pulled his head to the dildo, jamming it in hismouth. "Jsues why don't you suck it the way you made me suck your dickyou asshole, remember your jokes about 'Deep Throat'?" Frankie asked harshly. "Hell,let's skull-fuck you." She'd grabbed Roy by the ears, and slammed thehumongous dick in and out of his mouth and up and down his throat as the stunneddistrict attorney had gagged wildly.

Frankie had hummed a tune, closing her eyes. "Yes, sir, lick thatdick of mine...ooh, that feels good." At some point Frankie had lookeddown and seen Roy's face turning violet, his eyes bulging and she'd decidedthat this would be an unusual explanation to the coroner, and she'd pulledthe dildo all the way out, leaving her husband to cough and spit up on thefloor.

Frankie had looked down at her poor naked hubby with satisfaction. Onhis knees, his hands locked behind his head, Roy coughed and hacked for nearlyten minutes. Finally he'd turned his tear streaked eyes up to his beautifulMiss Francesca again. "Is the little baby feeling better?" mimickedFrankie. "Yes ma'am." Roy had whispered, and his dick resembled aMX missile, it was so hard.

THWACK. Frankie now whacked the dildo against Roy's cheek. THWACK THWACKBack and forth the dildo hit Roy's cheeks, and Roy looked bewildered, gettingthis drubbing from that awful rubber thing protruding grotesquely from hiswife's little crotch. "You don't like that?"Frankie asked. "Backwhen I was a girl, I starred in a film called Thongs and Dongs No.26' and aporn star called Detroit Half-Smoke whacked his dick all over my cheeks beforehe made me suck him off. Tough, isn't it?"

Finally, Frankie had forced Roy to bend over, and plunged Mo deep intoRoy's rectum. She'd given it to him hard before but never quite to the "hilt" asit where,but now that she'd learned that Roy had been the sodomee for Chiseland his gang, Frankie realized that there was probably lots of room back there!Frankie had gritted her teeth and shoved the dildo in and out, and at the sametime reached down and grabbed Roy's cock and began jerking it, hard, so thatRoy was moaning with pain and ecstasy.

Frankie pushed hard and the dildo had hit home repeatedly, and thenshe'd turned him over and fucked his ass from the front, so she could enjoythe peculiar looks on his face...Finally just as he was about to cum, Frankiehad taken away her hand from his cock and pulled the cock out, and Roy hadsobbed "You-youre worse than-sob-than Chuh- Chisel-sob-" Roy hadcried desperately. Sob-oh-misery-it's awful!"

Frankie had finally pushed the huge dildo in Roy's face. He was horrified.Not only was it covered in blood, but also in large amounts of shit. Frankiehad slipped a bit of Ex-Lax in Roy's cocoa that morning, and it was showing.Mo was completely covered in bodily waste. "Oh, Frankie, take it away." Royhad mumbled, looking ill. "No, no." Frankie had smiled."CleanMr. Mo off, Elroy." Roy had looked horrified. "I can't take it tothe sink, my hands are cuffed." He leaned his neck back to display hishands cuffed. "No need for me to unlock you, honey." Frankie hadsmiled cruelly. "Just clean the dildo off with your mouth, darling."

"Oh no!" Roy had screamed, like Mr. Bill on the Saturday NightLive of years past. Even Chisel had never thought of anything like this. Hecouldn't eat shit. "No!" Roy had begun scuttling away on his knees,butit was difficult as his hands were cuffed behind his head and Frankie had keptmoving up gradually, pushing the dildo to Roy's lips. "C'mon Elroy" Frankiehad said in a singsong voice. "C'mon and clean Mo off, sweetheart." Frankiewatched Roy try to go into a fetal position. She had remembered that they'dagreed on a safeword if she went too far.

"Roy if you absolutely can't do this, you can use your safeword,dear. I'll unlock you and we can have a nice normal evening, watching television,and I'll even give you a backrub. If you don't use your safeword, you'll lickoff Mo, and then I'm going to whip your puny dick and make you sleep in thebasement on the floor. But what do you really want? Roy had looked up, reluctantlythinking about the safeword, and a nice evening. But finally he had shuffledover and taken the shit-covered dildo gingerly in his mouth and licked it offas Miss Francesca had smiled in satisfaction. Now, enjoying cocktails withthe two men, Frankie wondered what Chisel would think of she and Roy's privatelife.

As they were sitting, drinking around the coffee table, Chisel was caughtbetween two throughts-- he was amazed how beautiful and poised Frankie wasin her snug flowered dress. Constantly she seemed to be bending over in hisdirection, so he could catch glimpses of her substantial cleavage and she gaveChisel long, penetrating looks as she crossed and re-crossed her long, shapelylegs. The other thought that penetrated Chisel's mind had to do with Roy, whohe felt hadn't changed much.

Roy crossed his legs just like Frankie did, and waved his little effeminatewhite hans around as he kept whining about things, first the parking conditionsat the courthouse and then the quality of landscapers in Bethesda, the tonyneighborhood that this gorgeous house was in. Chisel thought of his ghettoefficiency and was annoyed. Jesus. How do dorky, pudgy whiners like this scorehot women like Frankie? I mean, you have to ask.

And then Roy said something about Chisel's mother, who had been thecafeteria lady at their middle school. "She looked just like you and yourbrothers, except for the moustache." Roy thought this was extremely funny,and Chisel's hands involuntarily curled into fists. He had to control himself,but Jesus, Italian mothers supporting a drunken husband and five kids didn'thave access to depilatory agents. Suddenly, Chisel noticed Frankie lookingat him sympathetically as Roy was talking, and she cocked her head as if tosay "I married an asshole, huh?" What the hell was she putting upwith a jerk like this? Over dinner, Frankie talked about the art gallery whereshe was interning, nad Chisel asked lots of informed questions, as he'd developedan interest in art while touring Europe in the Marines. Roy, whose favoriteartist was Leroy Neiman, was put out and bored by this conversation, and finallysaid something about Da Vinci being just a wop artist. Chisel Fantucci droppedhis spoon. "Roy, I can't believe you said that, you---" Chisel triedto understand Roy, as he'd taken psychology courses, and the guy was an obviouspassive agressive,but this was unbelievable. Chisel's natural inclination wasto backhand Roy just like in the old days But he...

Frankie turned to Roy, enraged. "Elroy, that was a nasty comment." shebegan in an icy tone."Go into our bedroom take down your pants and underpantsand stand in the corner until I come." As if Roy wasn't there, Frankieturned and looked appealingly at Chisel. "Don't worry about my rude husband,Chisel. I apologize for Elroy's behavior, and you and I will teach him a sternlesson after dinner."

Roy looked at Frankie, astounded. What the hell was the meaning of this?Their little bondage games were fun, he was damned though if she'd humiliatehim in front of this loser thug who had been so nasty to Roy in his youth. "Excuseme Frankie? What the hell are you talking about?" Roy thought if he blustereda bit, she would back down, saying she was just kidding. But Frankie lookedat Roy calmly, breathing heavily in her hot floral dress. Chisel watched theviolets dance around her bust as Frankie spoke to Roy in a calm but quite no-nonsense tone. "Elroy, you are trying my patience. If you are not up inthe bedroom with your pants and drawers down, pressing your nose in the familiarpunishment corner, I will trhow the key to your chastity belt into the PotomacRiver. One. Two. Three--" Roy jumped up and ran for the bedroom as Chiselwatched in amazement. Jesus, the middle class was weird.

Frankie leaned over and put her hand on Chisel's arm. "Go and makesure he's in the corener with his pants down, Chisel, OK? Roy is such a difficultlittle fellow to manage, you know?" Chisel Fantucci tried to protest. "I'mreally uncomfortable with this--" But Frankie dropped her hand in hiscrotch, and gave Chisel's dick a strong squeeze. "Please Chisel? For me?"

Chisel arose awkwardly, attempting to cover the obvious tent in histrousers. He followed Frankie's red pointed nail down the hallway. Chisel openedthe door and sure enough there was Roy Myers, head of DC's Corporation Counselprosectuion team standing with his big fat ass naked and his pants crumpledaround his knees, in the corner. It put Chisel in mind of that day in the parkwith Iggy and Mumbles-- Roy's bare butt bent over the picnic table as Chisel'sswitch fell again and again. But there was a slight difference. Roy had somekind of metal belt around his waist even though his pants and undies were down--wasthat the chastity belt?

Chisel could hear Roy sobbing slightly now, in his bedroom, and wasnt'going to say anything, but Roy spoke "Frankie, is that you?" Roywas facing the corner, of course so he couldn't see. "Please how couldyou do that in front of that dago psychopath? This is so embarrassing. Tellhim you were kidding, I'll take any punishment you lay out after he leaves,Miss Francesca, and buy you a fur coat in the bargain. Then, Roy impulsivelyturned around and saw Chisel standing there. Chisel saw Roy's dick coveredby a metal cage--that must be the chastity belt. Humiliated beyond belief,Roy took one look at Chisel and buried his face in his hands, weeping bitterly.Chisel quickly exited the bedroom.


One Year Later

"Well, I'll check with you about the Hobson motion, Claude" ElroyMyers said to Claude Gatty, his assistant, who nodded as they stood in thehallway of DC Superior Court. Claude Gatty,who was scribbling something ona manila file folder listened as his boss went through some instructions. Roylooked up, and there he was...Oh God. I have to head Claude off. "Whydon't you go see what you can dig up on it now, Claude." Roy's voice becamea bit hasty. "Well I did have a couple of questions--"Claude wasinquiring,but as Chisel came up the hall, Roy clapped Claude on the shoulderand said quickly "You can do it...I know you can."

And he hurried off to greet the tall, dark man who began shaking hisfinger at Roy before he even halted. Claude was utterly mystified. It was soodd that Roy Myers, who could terrify the most seasoned of defense attorneysand even intimidated judges by his rhetoric, seemed so spooked by this lowlyprobation officer, "Chisel" Fantucci. Claude had gathered that Royand his wife had rented Fantucci their guest bedroom for some reason...surelythey didn't need the money.

But Roy kisses up to this blue-collar jerk all the time, and look howhe treats him! Claude watched in astonishment as Fantucci subtly took Roy bythe lapel and shook it and muttered something, and Roy nodded his head, babblingsomething back. Jesus, was he crying? Herbie, the security guard came up besideClaude, staring also. "Fucked up, isn't it Herb?" They watched asthe probation officer shook his finger in Roy's face and Roy's knees seemedto buckle as he shook his head.

"Weirder than that, Mr. Gatty." Herbie replied. "Man,I was in the men's room downstairs about a month ago and I heard all this racket

in one of the stalls---you know the big one, where people with wheelchairsgo in?"

Claude nodded, not sure he wanted to hear the rest of this. "AndI heard this moaning, it was Fantucci, the probation guy...he was moaning likehe had some chick blowing him, but then the stall door opened, and he cameout, zippin' hisself up, and then he whistled, like he was calling a dog, andMr. Myers came out of the stall on his hands and knees, with his pants anddrawers down and there were all these welts on his butt--" Claude coughed. "Stop,that's enough, Herbie. I have work to do." Claude headed downstairs tolook into the Hobson matter, and incidentally, to vomit in the ashtray outside.

Roy and Chisel

"You didn't get anything done last night, Piggy" Chisel wassaying to Roy venemously, as he shook him again. "Miss Francesca toldme that you neglected to clean the upstairs bathroom, as well as the hallway,and your lines are still unwritten!" Chisel looked quickly up and downthe hall. Good. The security guard was walking away. He hauled off and backhandedRoy across the face, and Roy burst into fresh tears.

"Master Chisel--"Roy blubbered-"I-I had so much to do,sir. I had to vaccuum the living room, the dining room, and clean the downstairsand basement bathrooms, and wash the windows, and then I had two hundred linesof "I will not whine at Mistress" to do for Miss Francesca...andI wanted to catch a bit of the basketball game." Chisel laughed, and knockedRoy into the courthouse wall with a big hand.

"It's always about what YOU want, isn't it, fag-boy?" Chiselmade a motion as if to take off his belt. "I should take your pants downright here in the courthouse and give it to you good, you disgusting, whininghyena. Now you have ten minutes to get home and clean that bathroom, wash allMiss Francesca's walls and finish the five hundred lines of "I will notscreech when Master puts out his cigar on my pee- pee." Chisel paused "GO!" Royran.

Frankie, Amused.

Frankie lay on the couch, painting her nails. She was quite admiringof them. "How do you do it, Frankie?" Jolene, a girlfriend askedonce. "You are the only one of us that has naturally long nails, it seems.Don't you ever break them doing housework?" Frankie had just smiled. Frankienow popped the cork on the polish bottle and began blowing on her cuticles.

When was the last time she'd had to wash a dish? Vaccum the rug? True,in the eight years they'd been married, Roy had done the abundance of the houseworkwhen they were having their thrice a week "sessions" but Frankiehad never had the energy to dom full time with Elroy. She could do it for abit, but all that hitting! But now Master Chisel was here. Frankie heard thekey turn in the lock. Hmm which one of them would it be? Master, or Wormy-Boy?

After Chisel had gone to check on Roy in the bedroom on their firstdinner meeting a year ago, he'd come back, quite embarrassed,but Frankie hadgiven him a nice blowjob that had enjoined his cordiality. She'd explainedabout Roy's passive agressive behavior, and how she thought it was really goodfor him to get a little discipline. (The doctor had noted Roy's heart conditionhad virtually disappeared since 1998, the year that Frankie had begun domminghim.)

Frankie and Chisel had gone back in the bedroom and begun necking infront of the infuriated Roy, who had made a remark about Chisel's parentage,and Chisel had lost it...and Frankie had lent him a bullwhip to lose it with!Before the end of the evening, Chisel had forced the sobbing bigot to suckhis penis to several orgasms ,while Frankie had slammed "Big Mo" inElroy's ass. Just before he'd gone home that night, Chisel had sodomized Royhimself. Roy had taken it all so well in the end, that Frankie had allowedhim to masturbate on the toe of Chisel's Doc Martens and lick up the spooge.

Chisel, no longer diffident with Roy, began coming over regularly toromance Frankie and "make sure Piggie isn't outta line" and graduallyhe had become part of the place, to the point that Frankie and Roy had invitedChisel to move in. Amazingly, it had been Roy who had made the suggestion. "Ireally feel good having him here." Roy had said to Frankie hesitantly,one night. " I miss our old life, but I realize that if I am ever to bea really submissive boy--your boy, I probably need a firm Daddy around. Andsomeone who can assist in my punishments." Roy had looked sad for a moment.

"What's wrong, darling?" Frankie had asked gently, takinghis hand. She genuinely loved Roy, for all the crap that had been going on,andwanted him happy, though of course not at the expense of herself. "Well,I will miss your attention to me." Roy confessed. "I mean, Chiselsleeps in the Big Bed." Roy was referring to their bed in the master bedroom,and it was true--Roy was now relegated to the maids room on the third floor.There was an old fashioned bell-pull that had been installed in the house yearsago by Roy's Mummy, and Chisel and Frankie could summon Roy when they neededservice with that.

"Well, don't worry" Frankie smiled, kissing Roy on the neck. "Ilove you dearly, and though our relationship has changed, in my way, I willbe focused on you quite a bit." Roy had looked cheerier, though of coursehe knew what "in my way" meant. Now, Frankie watched the door openand Roy rushed inside. He ran across the living room, but paused as he sawher. "What's your hurry, stranger?" Frankie asked pleasantly. "Don'tyou have a good word for your Mistress?"

Roy bowed. "Hello, Miss Francesca. How was your day?" Frankiesmiled. Every day was a fun day for her now--she didn't work any more. Thetwo incomes derived from Roy and Chisel made it unneccessary to slave awayin the gallery anymore. "It was glorious. I played tennis with Roger thepro in the morning, and then Roger came to spend the afternoon here with me." Frankiesmiled as Roy winced. He knew what that meant.

Roy stared at the bedroom. "I-I have to change and do some work,Miss Francesca...I'm so sorry, Master is very upset with me--" Frankiewaved him on, and Roy rushed to the bedroom. Frankie thumbed through "Elle" magazineuntil Roy reappeared. He was now dressed in a sailor suit from about 1929--a Donald Duck beret and everything. He had shorts on and high knee socks andsaddle shoes, which Frankie had been amazed to find on the Internet. How manyplaces have saddle shoes for a fifty-one year old man?

Roy's Mummy had dressed Roy this way for the first twelve years of hislife, and it had caused no little amount of unpleasantness with other childrenin the neighborhood...and his penis had often rised as he'd described how Mummywould pull the blue shorts down and Roy's underwear, called "pantaloons" byMummy, before getting a harsh whipping with Mummy's ivory-tusk hairbrush. SoFrankie thought perhaps the old ways were the best...


Chisel pulled his Harley up into the driveway. Good, the pig had puthis car in the garage. Chisel got really annoyed when he didn't have room forhis bike,but the last time Roy had left the car out in Chisel's space, Chiselhad locked Roy in his own trunk, naked, and it had been a cold December night.Roy was much more considerate now. Just the other day, he'd been unbelievablythoughtful in a way that Chisel wouldn't have believed of the angry, bigotedElroy of one year before.

It had been a Sunday afternoon, and Chisel had decided to liven it upby taking Roy into the den and taking down his pants and underpants for anover-the-knee spanking with Frankie's short Spencer paddle.WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!WHACK!

Roy had been crying and screaming and coughing---it had been quite aloud discipline session and at one point Roy buckled over on Chisel's lap andthen had asked "(sob) Master?" Chisel had sighed. "Yes, Piglet?" Royhad coughed "Master-(sob)-I hope I'm not jouncing your legs too much (sob)with my moving around. If you'd like (sob) we can adjourn to the bedroom andI'll bend across the bed for you, Sir." Chisel had seen Roy look up athim from his position over Chisel's lap and had seen real love in Roy's eyes,and in his way, Chisel felt the same way for Elroy.

Chisel had laughed and ruffled Roy's thinning hair and taken him upon this offer, and there had been screams from the Myers master bedroom forthe next forty minutes! Chisel had become such a force in Roy's life, thatFrankie had put Chisel in charge of Roy's supervised orgasms.

She rarely saw Roy's cock any more, even for teasing, as that was agreat privilege from her now. Usually, Roy's dick was locked in the horriblepouch, and was only taken out when Chisel was in an irritable mood and feltlike knocking clothespins off the tip, or putting out lit cigarettes on Roy'sfrenum.

Then, every three or four months, Chisel would take Roy to a woodlandcabin. Chisel would supervise Roy's cleaning and scrubbing the cabin from cellarto attic, and then the two men would hunt and fish together. Of course Roywould get his share of sessions of being whipped with branches in the woodsor attentions in the "woodshed" in the back of the cabin.

Sometimes Chisel would invite a group of Leathermen up to hunt and fishand Roy would be their French maid to whip and sodomize to their hearts delight.Roy provided excellent waitress and hostessing services during the midnightpoker games at the cabin.

Once, Roy had asked to take a hand, as he'd been a star player in lawschool, and Chisel, appalled that Miss Francesca's sissy would dare to wantto gamble, pulled Roy's panties down and his French maid's skirt up and paddledhim in front of the other roaring players. Roy had spent the rest of the visitwriting 2,000 times "Playing cards are the Devil's paste-boards" andhadn't mentioned gambling since.

At the end of the visit, Chisel would allow Roy to masturbate to orgasm,licking the discharge up off the woodshed's dusty floor. This was a tremendousconcession on Chisel's part, as he'd explain to Roy, while laughing to himself,as Roy would have, throughout the 90 days of his celibacy, have sucked Chisel'sdick at an average of twice a day, three times on weekends. There was so muchcum landing in Roy's stomach that there really was barely enough room leftfor food!

Now, Chisel hopped off his bike and jogged up to the front door, Hetook the key to unlock it, and realized that the door was already unlocked.That was a bad security precaution, even if Frankie was home, for Elroy notto lock the damned front door! Chisel walked in to see Frankie reading "Elle" andRoy in his Donald Duck suit, scrubbing the living room wall with vigor.

Chisel stepped in and greeted Frankie with a big kiss, which Frankiereciprocated. "Elroy!" Roy turned and bowed. "Yes Master? Ihave cleaned the bathroom, finished my lines, and am now finishing up the walls." Royseemed to be smirking as he did in class when the principal would announcethat once again as honor student, he'd won the free tickets to the movies weekafter week. "Perhaps Master will allow me to watch the playoffs tonightif I'm finished, sir?"

Chisel smiled. "Oh, what a good boy you are, Elroy! You've gottenso much done." Roy simpered and Frankie smiled as she continued to peruese "Elle".Chisel coughed. "I would see no reason for you to miss the basketballplayoffs,but do tell me, Elroy, do you have much regard for the welfare ofyour possessions? or your wife?" Roy looked surprised at Chisel as hesaid this. "What's that, Sir?" Chisel walked casually up to Roy andknocked off Roy's Donald Duck beret and grabbed Roy by the hair, dragging himto the front door. "Look at this." Chisel inquired of Roy. "It'sunlocked. I didn't have to unlock the door." Frankie hid a smile listeningto Chisel berate Roy for having left the door unlocked at only four in theafternoon. "Don't you care about your wife? Or my things?" Chiselscreamed at Roy, hauling him back in the living room. "Take down yourpants now, Pig!" Roy fumbled with his snaps and finally his pants andunderpants were around his ankles. Chisel took his wide leather belt off andthrew Roy across the arm of the couch. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Chisel's arm felland rose and fell again and Roy's cheeks grew crimson as his legs kicked. WHACK!WHACK! WHACK! Finally Chisel turned Roy around and grabbed Roy's metallic chastitypouch, squeezing it. "Aaagh" Roy screamed. "Chisel, be careful" Frankiesaid mildly. "You could hurt Roy seriously. It's metal, and tight enougharound his cock and balls. Here, why don't you unlock it?" Frankie handedChisel the key, and he unlocked Roy's chastity pouch, handing her the keysand the pouch back. "Time I put this in the dishwasher" Frankie said,as she took the pouch into the kitchen.

"So what are you so focused on that you can't remember to unlockthe door" demanded Chisel of Roy, squeezing Roy's balls in his meaty hand. "Isit these pathetic nuts of yours? Is that all you think about,you little shit-pot?" Chiselsqueezed Roy's balls and then transferred the fingers of his other hand tothe tip of Roy's cock, where he squeezed and pinched as well, and Roy howledunhappily. "You make me sick. Leaving the door ajar like that is so dangerous,and all you care about is your disgusting pecker."

THUMP! Chisel kicked Roy in the balls,and he fell down crying, and coughing,and then Chisel kicked Roy viciously in the side. "Not too much of thatcoughing, Elroy" Frankie said, her eyes still on "Elle" magazine. "Theother night when Chisel was giving it to you for leaving the garbage out forthe rats, you coughed all this phlegm on the carpet and left a stain." Chisel'slip curled and he hauled Roy up by his collar and slapped him again. "Youjust can't help fucking up this house, can you, shithead?"

"P-please, Master Chisel..." Roy blubbered miserably. "I'mtrying to be a good boy...I'll remember about the lock next time." Chiselthrew Roy over his lap, and snapped his fingers to Frankie for the strap, whichhe used for the next ten minutes to welt Roy's buttocks, back and thighs whileRoy screamed. "Next time, it's always next time" Chisel shouted inhorrid imitation of Roy's effeminate voice. "Please, please!" Royscreamed, wriggling out of Chisel's grasp and falling to the floor, His pantswere tangled about his ankles, impeding Roy's progress as he tried to fleeto the bedroom

Suddenly the front door opened and a gorgeous young woman with a strawberryblonde ponytail piled high over her head strutted in, tight hot pink top jouncingher perky 36C's. As her boobs pushed up her shirt, all could see her piercedbellybutton, and tight cut-offs. But what was most noticeable about this younglady was her high heels, somewhat inappropriate with her casual attire. Chiselnoticed Roy's hungry look at them.

She threw her books down from her community college Psychology course. "S'upMom?" Frankie looked up to greet her daughter Pamela. "Not much,darling. Chisel is giving your stepfather an

understanding of homeland security."

Pamela grinned and cracked her gum as she watched the sobbing man inthe little-boy's sailor suit cringing, his pants down around his ankles, infront of the hulking Italian weilding the strap. "Givin' it to Roy, huh,Chisel? Anything I can do?" Pamela asked politely.

"Yeah...Roy, I'll let you off if you let Pamela spike your dickiethe way my girlfriend Charlene did at that party in senior year." Chiselsaid, grinning. Roy hung his head. Roy lay on the floor, watching Pamela tapher heel and grin at him. She was quite a minx, his stepdaughter. After Pamelahad graduated from Miss Hall's Preparatory Institute, the boarding school whereshe'd lived ten months a year since she was eight, Frankie had asked Roy ifhe'd mind if her daughter moved back home to go to school. "And I wantto tell her the nature of our relationship"

Frankie had said firmly, though Roy had not been happy. Pamela had spentlarge parts of her school vacations visiting her grandparents or girlfriendsfrom school, so Roy and Frankie had never really needed to change too muchof their odd life for the girl;but now that she was living at home, it wouldhave to be explained, and the girl would have to adjust.

Frankie was quite pleased at how quick Pamela had figured it all out--she had been quite alarmed to give birth to this child, the father of whomwas a nameless client from her prostitution and exotic dancing days, but Pamelawas bright,funny, and quite beautiful, and she'd always been able to put Royunder her thumb.She'd ordered him to buy her all sorts of toys when she wasa child, and then in her teens, Pamela would jump around on Roy's lap, kissinghis neck and whispering in his ear until Roy opened his wallet or handed overthe car keys--and then there was a brand new Miata convertible to drive backto school with when Pamela turned 16.

In the summers, Roy would take Pamela to the beach and spend nearlyan hour spreading suntan oil all over her body, not even neglecting the topsof her breasts that bulged out from her bikini tops. Pamela often would returnthe favor, rubbing the insides of Roy's shorts, her delicate nails scrapinghis cock and balls. Then when Roy would stand up, his penis would make a littletent in the shorts, and Pamela would call her girlfriend's attentions to "PoppyPervert."

And Pamela had always gently belittled Roy, calling him a "bigdoofus" and slapping his ass as she walked by him in the kitchen. Sheoften would sit and watch television with her stepfather, dropping her fingersin his lap as they were intent on "Law and Order" and whisperingsweet bitchies in his ear.

"If I weren't your stepdaughter wouldn't you like to do me?" Pamelawould kiss Roy's neck as she went on, pulling out her tube top so Roy couldsee her honeyed mounds jouncing within. "C'mon Roy...you know I'm a cutie-pie."

When finally, she'd learned the extent of the relationship between Frankie,Roy and Chisel, Pamela had taken in stride. She loved Chisel and enjoyed ridingon the back of his Harley, and was often rocked to hilarity watching Chiselgiving it to Roy with his big strap. One day, though Pamela had come home witha couple of girlfriends and heard Roy sloshing about in the tub. She'd askedRoy if he wanted her to wash his back, and the old pervert had said yes quiteenthusiastically.

So Pamela, Kiersten and Zoe had gone into the bathroom, startling theshit out of Roy, and they'd tied his hands with clothesline, and then washedhis back and entire body, and then forced him to stand in the bathtub so theycould shave his cock and balls completely,before bringing him out into theliving room and calling some boys they knew from the wrong side of town. "Bringyour BB guns, Rodrigo."

Pamela had gotten the boys to tie the protesting Roy up naked, hangingfrom a tree branch and they'd taken turns shooting BBs at Roy's naked cockand balls as the prosecuting attorney screamed. "He put Uncle Pedro injail" Jose said as he took a vicious shot, bouncing a BB off Roy's inflamedglans. "Let's give it to the bastard."

After wards, Pamela had forced Roy to suck off Rodrigo, Jose, Manueland Luis, and give them each a few bucks for providing such entertainment. "Andif you ever tell Mom or Chisel that I put you through this, I'll make surethey know that you wanted me to come into the bathroom and wash your back." Pamelapromised.

Another evening when Chisel and Frankie were at a Hells' Angel's reunionor something, Pamela had invited some of her Negro drug dealer gang-bangerfriends over and they had wrecked the house and whipped Roy's cock and balls,and taken turns giving it to him from behind as he screamed. Roy cleaned thehouse frantically before Frankie and Chisel got back,but it was still stainedwith some graffitti which Pamela had insisted that Roy had done...Chisel laughed,as he could imagine the real culprits,but "took it out of " Roy anywaywith a horsewhip that he'd bought at a leather show on the way home.

Now, Pamela came over to where Roy cowered at Chisel's feet and flashedher heel in front of him. "You want this on your dick, Roysie?" Pamelaclicked her heel against Roy's chin and he shook his head,but his cock hadnever been harder. "Oh, Roy likes this kind of thing" Chisel said,laughing. "We had a little party with this in high school."

Roy flushed and the memory came back to him....

"Elroy darling" Mummy looked pointedly at Roy, who was buttoningon a nice dress shirt. "Are you sure you want to go to this party, dear?Mummy doesn't like you going out in the evenings, you know. Wouldn't you liketo hold yarn for me?" Roy sighed. Every Saturday night since Father hadleft (leaving a note to Mother saying "You are a cunt and so is our pansyson") Roy had been forced to stand and hold yarn in his hands while Mothertook ropes off of it to roll into a ball for knitting purposes. Or they'd playParcheesi or watch public television.

Although Roy did get together with his Chess Club for tournaments andof course he was on the Debating Team, and there were sometimes evening meets,Mummy always accompanied him, and watched adoringly as Roy competed. She stillwalked him to school in the mornings sometimes, and he was a senior in highschool! "Yes, Mummy, I'd like to get out, this is my first school party." Roysaid hesitatingly. He had tried to stay on Mummy's good side all day, he'dpolished the silver and painted Mummy's nails for her, and he'd let Mummy givehim a sponge bath, which he found quite humiliating at eighteen years old,but what could he tell her?

"Well I don't want lots of parties to affect your grades, dear." Mummysaid to Roy with a gentle smile. But she knew Roy was the best student in theclass, and a National Merit Scholar. Mummy smiled firmly and breathed in, andher full chest heaved in the black satin dress she was wearing (she liked todress up for her baby on a Saturday night) "Now Elroy, it is now seven-thirty...Mummywants you back in this house by ten o'clock, do you understand?"

Roy gasped. Ten o'clock? Jesus, he knew that Crystal's parties reallydidn't get started til around eleven-thirty...the Debate Team had driven bythem on the way home on Saturday nights and Roy could often see the girls intheir tight shirts heaving all over the lawn and the guys feeling them up,and he'd heard the war stories in class on Monday morning. "Mummy...teno'clock is awfully early, how about twelve-thirty?" But Mummy's eyes wereadamant. And Roy knew he was lucky enough that he was getting out at all.

Mummy took Roy by the arm and brought him into the living room and showedhim the cane, Father's Razor Strop the elephant's-tusk hairbrush and the enemabottle on the coffee table. "Now Elroy" Mummy said in a no-nonsensevoice, "When you tend to act up sometimes I have to use these things onyou, and Mummy doesn't like to do that, so I want you to be back by ten andnot one minute later. If you are late, Mummy will take down your pants andshe will whip your bottom with every one of these implements, and then you'llget a nice calming enema, dear." Roy hung his head,but he had assented.

Mummy was very strong with the hairbrush, Roy knew. Roy had not beenallowed to cross the street without Mummy until he was in his freshman yearof high school, and he still remembered when Mummy had caught him once or twicein the seventh grade sneaking across the street. She had taken his pants andunderpants down right there in the park and whipped his bottom with a cut treebranch in front of his laughing playmates. And even the week before she hadgiven him a whipping over the bathtub because Roy's bed didn't pass "thebounce test".

Roy had finally gotten out of the house and gone to the party. Oncehe'd gotten there, it had been weird and difficult. He hadn't exactly beeninvited--he'd overheard Crystal talking to someone else,but no one was throwinghim out, so far. Roy was obediently drinking only a ginger ale,and avoidingthe keg--he wasn't sure what Mother would do to him if he came home drunk.But then the door had opened and Chisel and his girlfriend had come in, withtheir friends, and Chisel had seen Roy standing by the stereo, and he'd frowned,butsaid nothing.

And Roy wasn't sure what insanity made him address Chisel,but he couldn'tget over how vulgar Chisel's girlfriend's hair looked. Roy thought hard aboutit for a moment...he knew that Chisel wouldn't bother him if he didn't startanything, but Roy had a mouth! All of a sudden out it came "So Charlene,what are you trying to do, be a pathetic imitation of Farrah Fawcett?" Everyonefroze. Roy almost slapped himself in the mouth. How could he do that? All thegirls were trying to imitate the new star of that show "Charlie's Angels" Whywould he pick on the head bully's girlfriend?




Charlene opened her mouth,and then she burst into tears. "It'strue, Chisel! I look like shit! The smart guy says so!" She buried herhead in Chisel's leather jacket, and the bully had caressed her hair. Thenhe'd stared at Roy. "What the fuck's wrong with you, creep?" Chiselhad demanded. "Apologize to Charlene NOW." But Roy had snickeredat Chisel...he thought Crystal's father must be here somewhere, and Chiselwouldn't try anything, would he? "She's a bimbo, Chisel, she..." AndChisel had come on him.

Chisel's fist had crashed into Roy's jaw, and Roy had fallen down, andthen Chisel had gotten in Roy's face. "You think you're such a big dickhere, don't you, creep?"Chisel had said, as everyone watched. "WellI'm going to treat you just like Mumbles and I did back in the woods last summer." Chiselhad reached down and unbuckled Roy's pants and underpants, dragging them down,and then he'd grabbed a belt and let Roy have it...

Roy had been so upset, and all the girls were laughing and pointingas Chisel whacked Roy's butt with the belt, and then all of a sudden, Charlenesaid coldly. "Look, his dick is hard." Chisel looked down in astonishment,and it was true, Roy was hard as a rock. "That scumbag has the hots foryou, Chisel." she said, and breathed heavily in her little fuschia top.Roy was excited by the whipping and the humiliation,but he was especially excitedby Charlene's boobs bouncing in the fuschia top.

But then he wasn't so excited because Charlene got mad "You littlebastard!" she shrieked "Don't you get a hard-on for my boyfriend!"

With that, Charlene clicked over in her high boot-heels and began stompingRoy's bare dick onto the floor as he screamed. Crushing spikes stabbed Roy'sswollen glans, and Charlene didn't stop. Suddenly Charlene's girlfriend Pattycame up and began kicking Roy also, and as he tried to squirm away, Chiseldropped to his knees and held Roy until the punishment was over... "Dude,what a wimp!" "Freak!" "Loser!" Roy was completelymiserable, and then a number of the partiers had thrown beer on Roy,which Motherhad refused to believe Roy had not ingested.

Thirty years later, Roy looked at Chisel and Frankie and Pamela-- staringespecially at Pamela's heels--and shuddered. The rest of the evening had beenawful. Chisel had locked Roy in the bathroom, and then he and his pals hadgone out and trashed the convertible that Roy had been awarded by the Jayceesfor being "Young American of the Year".

They'd cut the tires, spraypainted the sides and smashed in the windows,and when Roy had finally gotten home at one in the morning, Mummy had whippedhim to tears, and given poor Elroy an ice-cold enema. After seeing the conditionof the car, Mummy had insisted that Roy had been reckless, and had taken thecar away and suspended Roy's license until he'd graduated from law school eightyears later. It had been a terrible experience. And now Pamela was ready toput him through it again!

"Now let me get this straight" Pamela asked. "He leftthe door open. All my stuff, my video equipment, everything's here and Step-Popleft the door open?" Pamela waved her arms around melodramatically. "AndI could have been raped or something?" Pamela bared her teeth at Elroy.Staring up at her, at her long legs coming out of the tiny shorts and her highheels tapping, Roy's dick became longer than before, and a bit of pre-ejaculatedrooled from the tip.

Pamela strode over and dug her heel into Roy's glans slowly. "Soyou don't care about us at ALL!" She dug harder and Roy began weepingsilently. He gritted his teeth as the pain grew sharper as the heel nearlypenetrated through Roy's skin of his penis to the floor. Pamela smiled to herself.This was rather entertaining. At the end of the semester, Pamela was leavingto take a job on an island where men were treated this way all the time! Itwas going to be lots of fun.

Though Pamela had somewhat sensed the dynamics of the relationship betweenher mother and stepfather, she'd had her own experiences with a submissivelover, who had, as Roy had done with her mother, suggested that Pamela dominatehim. "Is it something about me?" Pamela had asked Frankie, and hermother had laughed "The women in our family have some kind of an aura,I think...enjoy it, honey."

Despite being well over fifty-five years oldTrevor was certainly anexciting, attractive and generous lover--he'd met Pamela when she'd been apart-time secretary in his shipping firm, and he'd immediately begun takingher out to dinner and buying her jewelry--it was nice!

After the first couple of intense nights together, Pamela had told Trevorthat he was really a generous lover as well---he thought of her needs firstnearly all the time. He spent hours kissing her naked body, licking her fromher chin down her breasts to her toes and back up again! Sometimes he wouldmassage her for hours with all sorts of scented oils and it would make herpurr in satisfaction.

In the mornings, Trevor would present Pamela with strawberries and creamor Eggs Benedict just as her eyes opened under the covers, and then he wouldlick her to several more orgasms before she had to get

dressed for work. One day Trevor had told Pamela that she didn't have tobe a secretary any more-- "I'd like you to just be my companion." he'dinsisted. "I'll give you the same salary and benefits...just accompanyme places. You can drive the car if you like!"

But after Pamela had told Trevor what a generous lover he was as wellas being such a benefactor, Trevor had showed her his Chastity Ring. Similarto a Prince Albert, Trevor's penis was pierced, as were his testicles and therewas a way to enjoin the three rings and lock them. "How come I've neverseen these rings before?" Pamela had asked. Sure, she hadn't paid a lotof attention to Trevor's cock. He'd never required her to give him a blowjob,and they rarely screwed, as he was constantly between her legs with his tongue.

"It's been a long time since I met a woman who I felt I could trust...whowould appreciate these rings" Trevor said as he gazed with worshipfuladmiration at the beautiful girl who dangled the rings from her long Frenchnails. "Since my late wife...Gabrielle was wonderful. She understood howthe rings could benefit her and how they benefited me. When her cancer wasdiagnosed, Gabrielle wrote a letter that she said I should give a woman whoI thought would understand my needs, and her potential for happiness. She orderdme not to read the letter myself, but I have it for you."

Pamela opened the yellowing envelope and, shielding the letter fromTrevor's curious eyes, she read:

"Dear Young Woman,

As you may have surmised by now, my husband can be quite a devoted andgenerous lover. Trevor knows how to take care of a lady with his wallet aswell as his tongue. But for maximum effectiveness, it is best to take controlof Trevor's sexual releases. The more bottled up Trevor is, the more desperatehe is to please an enterprising young lady!

I have found it is best to keep Trevor orgasm-less for five to six weeksat a time, during which he must pleasure me quite often and buy me gifts, treatingme like the Princess that I am...and trust me, I am just a poor girl from theBronx of New York. A bit of teasing, some stroking of Trevor's manhood helpsto gather the energy up that makes him the devoted slave-man that he has thepotential to be.

Only let him release his juices when you feel that you've had a monthor two of real enjoyment...until then make him suffer and serve you and youhave a wonderful boyfriend or husband...I envy you, and wish I were (still)in your place.

Gabrielle ." In the next eight months, Pamela had made extremeuse of Gabrielle's letter. Although she did live at home with Roy and Frankieand Chisel, she spent many nights at Trevor's penthouse apartment. And whenshe was away from him, the rings remained interlocking his penis and scrotum...

"How's that feel?" Pamela asked Trevor teasingly one night.She was naked and rubbing her body all over Trevor. He also was naked,but hispenis was interlocked with The Rings and so as his cock struggled to erection,the Rings held it against his swollen testicles. It had been some time sincehe'd been allowed to masturbate. Pamela rubbed her pussy against Trevor's bulging,bowed erection. "I'm so wet, honey." she moaned kittenishly. "Ashame you can't fuck me, isn't it?"


Trevor moaned and kissed Pamela's neck feverishly. "You're so beautiful,Miss Pamela...it's just so incredible. But please don't rub against me whenI have the Rings on." "Why" Pamela asked, innocent eyed. "Didn'tGabrielle ever do that?" Trevor blushed. "Yes. Yes she did,but itwas so painful, it's just too much." Pamela had laughed and rolled Trevoron his back.

"Let's see how strong these Rings are!" she'd said cheerfully.Grinding her pussy on Trevor's cock, she actually got it to nearly stand up,though it was near impossible because the cockhead was being dragged down bythe Rings to the scrotum. "I wonder if I could get your dick to breakfree of these damn Rings to fuck me." Pamela said thoughtfully as sherubbed her clitoris against Trevor's pierced shaft

Trevor had moaned in extreme pain as Pamela rubbed, and watched helplesslyas she'd taken one of her nipples, pushing it up to her mouth and licking it,which just made his cock go wild. Finally, Pamela had gotten so excited thatshe'd moved away from his suffering cock and dropped her pussy over his face,andTrevor had licked her to three shuddering orgasms before Pamela had finallybegun to yawn and gone to sleep, leaving the poor man to lie awake, frustratedand aroused, helplessly manipulating his Rings as his penis grew bigger andbigger.

Other times, Pamela would sit up in her bra and panties, or in tightshirt and short-shorts and make Trevor stand or kneel naked in front of her,and play her latest French manicure across his suffering shaft--she would sometimesmercifully remove the Rings and then stroke his penis until she was bored andthen take her fingers away from the bulbous, purple head, and wait til Trevorwas calm enough to put the Rings back on.

Other times she would merely stroke his penis while the cruel Ringswere still interlocked, playfully pushing one finger or the other through theloops of the rings as her other fingers grabbed and tickled his shaft. Trevorwould giggle and then cry as his penis contorted desperately against the cruelmetal circles.

"But you do see." Trevor said to Pamela one night over dinner. "Thatthe Rings do make me more appreciative of you...the less I am able to cum,the more aroused I am, and naturally when I am aroused I want to pleasure you,my darling." He sipped some wine. "But I hope soon I might get achance for release? Just a small one?" Pamela hid a smile as she watchedthe pleading eyes of one of the most successful businessmen in the area. Pamelawas used to all this pleading...Pamela really enjoyed Trevor's attentions somuch more after the Rings were locked on his penis and balls. It was amaszinghow even more devoted he was to her pleasure, and sometimes he would go downon her for hours, finding little hot spots around her clitoris that made hershriek or purr.

Of course, when the oral sex was over, after Trevor had kissed everyinch of Pamela's luscious body and massaged her curving breasts and bouncingbuttocks, Pamela would be tired and would want to go to sleep, and then wouldcome the PLEADING. PAmela would stare at Trevor's engorged cock, purplish andattempting to be stiff,thoguh the Rings kept it in its cruel bow, locked asit was against Trevor's scrotum.

Night after night it would be the same. "Please, darling, I k nowI told you I wanted to stay locked as long as you needed me to." Trevor'seyes would well up as he begged. "But I am so desperate--I won't evenbother you if you unlock me, I'll go in to the next room and quietly masturbate,after all I just gave you four orgasms in a row, sweet!" Trevor wouldlook down, and look up again. "Pamela, it's just been so long since Icame."

Pamela would giggle kittenishly, and look down, playing her long, manicurednails across the RIngs as her tongue fondled Trevor's right ear. "ButI thought you were going to obey me?" Pamela would whisper as her thumbmassaged the side of Trevor's straining shaft. "I thought pleasuring mewas about ME. Not about you shooting your load, Trevor."

Trevor would nod sadly into her neck. "But sweetest, I --itt'sbeen forever for me." Pamela's fingers would tickle Trevor's shaft asshe'd whisper something like "Yeah, feels like it down here!" Asher middle "fuck you" finger stroked the sensitive area just on thebottom of Trevor's shaft, called the frenum, Trevor would gasp, biting histongue.

The combined arousal of Pamela's wandering fingers and the intense painas Trevor's penis struggled to straighten itself, in a vain attempt to separateitself from the cruel Rings, which looked a bit like the Olympic symbol whenthey were pulled out, was almost too much for poor Trevor.

It was remarkable how quickly things had changed-- Pamela was no longerdeferential at all to Trevor, in fact she treated him like an impudent puppy.Even when she came to visit Trevor in the office now that she was on salaryto hang out at home and take her classesa, Pamela would not show the respectthat she should to this generous shipping magnate.

Instead when Pamela visited, she'd wear a tiny cocktail dress or veryshort skirt and revealing sweater, and hop up on Trevor's desk and wave herlong legs about in his lap as he stared at her helplessly, and occasionallyPamela would instruct Trevor to give his staff the afternoon off, and she'dstrip him down, binding Trevor's hadns behind his back and play her long legsand high heels into Trevor's suffering crotch, and oh, how he would wince inintense pain.

Sometimes Pamela would remove the Rings and then, although Trevor'spenis was still unsatisfied after her long teases, at least he wasn;t in thepain the Rings gave him. Now when Pamela's long nails teased his penis, itwas free to stick straight out in a missile-like erection, without being cruellypinched back with the chain of Rings to his quite bloated scrotum.

Trevor would show his gratitude after su ch sessions quite often bytaking PAmela on trips to Tiffany's and buying her whatever diamond rings andexpensive gifts he thought she might enjoy. "You are so wonderful, dearest,Trevor would gush to Pamela.

But that night at dinner, when Trevor began begging, Pamela had lookedat her poor boyfriend, who indeed had not cum in several months, only twicein fact in the eight months since Pamela had read Gabrielle's letter and puton the Rings. And Pamela took pity on Trevor. "All righty" Pamelasaid as she sipped her Mai Tai. "I am considering allowing you to cum.But Trevor, I want you to earn it, do you understand?"

Trevor had looked puzzled. What did she mean by that? They'd gone clubbingas they always did, Pamela dancing as if she were glued to Trevor's big frame,her sparkly cocktail dress looking as if it were painted on her. When they'dsat down, Pamela had taken Trevor's dick locked though it was in the Ringsout from under the table and stroked it, while she sipped a Long Island IcedTea with the other. Trevor shuddered with the need to orgasm. IT had been solong now, even Gabrielle had never teased poor Trevor to this extent!

"What do you mean by "earning" my orgasm?" Trevorhad asked Pamela huskily as they sast there, Pamela's hand moving steadilyunder the table. "I just want you to value your orgasms, dearest. In away, you're so much luckier than I...I get all the orgasms I want from youand, um, others." Trevor looked very sad. "And so I don't value anice rare orgasm at all! I want you to appreciate your cums more than that."

Trevor felt Pamela's hand pull his penis tip slightly, and she giggledfeeling all the precum slathering around in her hand. HE o fcourse couldn'tget completely erect because of the Rings binding his cock to his scrotum,but the penis was certainly filling with blood, lots of blood. Trevor lookedslightlyill, she thought. This is good, real good.

Pamela had then used her cell phone at the table "Hello? Chisel,how's it going? Meet me over at 8209 Hampstead Lane in Chevy Chase in halfan hour will you?" Trevor had started when he'd heard Pamela giving hisaddress to a stranger.

"Dearest, if you--" Trevor' voice sank. "If you don'twant to spend the night you don't have to have someone come pick you up, Ican take you home." Pamela had smiled at Trevor, a genuine smile. "Sweetthing, I am going to spend the night with you,but I want you to meet a friendof mine, it's important."

Trevor had driven Pamela to his home in his steel gray BMW, and thewhole time Pamela had stroked the inside of his thigh with the extra long manicureshe'd gottent hat morning, her nails grabbed Trevor's penis slightly throughthe crotch and they'd nearly had an accident.

Pulling up at Trevor's house, he'd killed the engine, and Pamela hadclimbed on Trevor's lap righ there in the car and began kissing him wildly.Trevor gasped as Pamela began grinding her crotch against his lap as her tongueshot out of her glossed lips, and scoured his teeth, his own tongue and theback of his throat, and boy did his penis struggle against the Rings.

It was interesting because Pamela was such a tiny little thing--onlya hundred ten pounds and Trevor himself was about two hundred twenty poundsof muscle on a six foot two frame. but she was definitely in charge, like therewas no one's business. Then Pamela had suggested they go in, and Trevor hadstaggered in the house feeling almost drunk with desire as his cock was bulgingfrom the crotch.

Inside, Pamela had sat down in Trevor's easy chair in his luxuriousparlor and crossed her legs. "Darling, why don't you strip and get mea drink." She had laughed as TRevor had run up naked with a gin and tonicin his hands, his be-Ringed penis flailing. Pamela had taken handcuffs fromher purse and locked Trevor's hands behind his back. Still sitting in arm chairshe'd motioned Trevor to bend down and put a couple of clothespins from herbag onto Trevor's erect nipples.


And then she played with Trevor's Rings just a little more--Trevor hadmoaned and bitten his tongue as the lovely girl's fingers had wandered up anddown his suffering shaft as it struggled to burst from the evil little chainthat bound it in the cruel arc to his swollen, purplish testicle.s Pamela washaving a ball with this tall, stiff, millionaire, as she poked and proddedhis crotch to her heart's content. Running a finger slyly around the side ofTrevor's shaft, Pamela giggled as she saw the piercing ring that locked intothe cockhead turning red. Trevor was out of his mind with desire and pain--wouldshe ever let up?

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Pamela leaped up, instructingTrevor to stand still,a nd she'd run out of the parlor, coming back with alarge, well built Italian man, who was quite muscled and stocky. The guy lookedat Trevor with contempt. "Jesus, what a queerio, Pammie. You got him lockedup and everything." Pamela had giggled and stared at Trevor who stoodstiffly, quite aware of his nakedness and shame. Was this a Mafiosi in hisliving room?

Trevor had looked at this fellow in astonishment. Who was this? Whatthe hell did he want? TRevor felt utterly humiliated standing in front of thetwo dressed people who he felt were tittering at him. "Trevor, this isChisel" Pamela said in a friendly way. "Chisel is a friend of mymom's. Trevor loves Mom, Chisel." Pamela added to Chisel who frowned andsaid "I bet." TRevor's penis engorged a bit more as he thought ofPamela's mother, who he'd had lunch with once or twice and seen coming by theoffice for her wayward daughter.

Trevor thought Frankie was one of the hottest women he'd ever seen,and my God she was only thirty-five! Pamela had told Trevor the story of howher mother had left an abusive home at puberty to turn tricks

to get through private school and college. "I was Mom's seventeenthbirthday present" Pamela had laughed. We're more like sisters, y'know?" Thatthis thuggish Chisel man was a friend of beautiful Frankie's utterly mystifiedTrevor, and he stared at Chisel. "Why is he here, Pamela?" Trevorasked. "We're having an intimate time or so I thought."

Pamela had smirked but she had come over and put her arms around Trevor'sneck "Darling" Pamela had purred "I want you to be truly a subservientboy, you can do that for Miss Pamela, can't you..you don't want to ruin yourchance to cum." Chisel snickered. Trevor gasped as she locked her crotchwith his struggling Rings. "Y-yes Miss Pamela."

"I want you to regard Chisel as your Master. He's going to helpme put you through your paces tonight. You may need a little discipline youknow, darling. You know that's important don't you?" Trevor had shivered.PAmela could be quite a disciplinarian when she wanted to, and she had takena belt to Trevor for many minor offenses. Why, the previous Sunday Pamela hadjokingly called Trevor a "Crybaby" when they were coming back fromthe Farmer's Market, and he had mildly objected.

When they'd gotten home, PAmela had smiled at Trevor, "I mightbe wrong about you being a crybaby, if you're not one and you can prove it,you can masturbate."

She'd looked so good in a pink pullover and tight jeans and she'd orderedTrevor to go upstairs and come back in a pair of her panties, bringing GabriellesNo.2 cane, as it was called. Trevor had been forced to pull down the pantiesand bend across the sofa for a vicious whipping. Pamela had exercised the canefor nearly forty-five minutes and Trevor had tried hard not to cry, but thenshe'd burst a blister and he'd begun weeping, and PAmela had laughed as she'dsent Tevor to whine in the corner. There had been no orgasm for that crybabythat night.

Now, the big man had looked at Trevor contemptously, "Don't givehim all this soft sawder, Pammie." Chisel had said. "I want somerelief here, buddy, and you're going to give it to me." Trevor had staredat Chisel in astonishment, "Relief?" What the hell did the man mean?

But of course he'd found out, and his jaw had been quite elonogatedfrom Chisel's cock by the time Pamela allowed him his orgasm around five inthe morning!

And after Chisel "bully trained" Trevor, he'd become evenmore the devoted slave-boy to Pamela...

This was the life, she'd thought. He was constantly taking her yachting,skiing, windsurfing, to dinner. Sometimes Trevor would take Pamela and allher girlfriends on shopping trips and they'd model their clothes for him backhome as he knelt naked in front of them, drooling. And what did she do in return?Tying him upside down on the couch and stroking his cock in long slow motionsas she watched her soap operas; making Trevor strip naked excepf for a a collarand then requiring him to bark like a dog in front of her normal boyfriend,who laughed his ass off.

Pamela had promised Trevor that she would allow him to jerk off afterChuckie had left. "But you promised, Miss Pamela...I could jerk off ifI stripped naked and barked like a dog" Pamela had laughed "Kiddo,if you are dumb enough to do those things, you don't deserve much." Trevorhad burst into tears, and Pamela had ordered him to spend the night in thecar until he could learn to behave himself without having "tantrums." Andthen now and then, Trevor would be allowed to jerk off, usually in front ofa a group of her mixed friends...

"C'mon, Trevor, you can now jerk off if you like" Pamela hadsaid one night as Trevor and she and two other couples had been sitting aroundtalking foreign policy after a steak dinner. The other two couples had lookedstunned, they were Trevor's business associates,but Trevor, after a pleadinglook at Pamela had silently stripped and masturbated in front of five people,four of whom didn't know he was a sexual slave. Pamela had made it much moredifficult by making Trevor stop and start every now and then..."Oooh,you're getting close, Trev. Take your hand off your wee-wee now." Trevorhad cried and blubbered during this but finally he'd shot all over the hardwoodfloor and licked it up, and all had clapped.

Roy and Frankie-Seventeen Years Later

"This is really nice of you to have me to dinner, Mr. Myers" Chadsaid to Roy as he pulled his BMW into the driveway. Chad was very flatteredwhen the head prosecutor at DC Superior Court had asked him, a humble securityguard to sup with him and Mrs. Myers, who Chad had always thought of as a realhot older woman. Damn she had good legs!

Even in her late forties, Mrs. Myers would come visit her husband atwork in these great little denim miniskirts. She'd had a few conversationswith Chad, real gracious-like, and the security guard had always enjoyed hervisits, she'd hold his arm, and smile at him, and damn, once or twice she kindapushed her bazooms into his arm.

Elroy Myers grinned as he watched Chad's uncertain face. He had seenthe way Chad gazed at Frankie, and she'd specifically asked for him. Miguelhad left two weeks before for a job opportunity in California, and as Frankiehad said "I am getting sick of having to do all the whippings now dear...weneed a new Daddy around here!"

They were going to miss Miguel, the former car-wash attendant, who hadlived at the house for nearly three years. Roy's throat congealed a bit, though,as he recalled how big Miguel's cock had been as it would stuff Roy's mouth.Miguel had grown fond of fucking Roy's face as he made out with Frankie onthe couch.

Miguel always focused first on Frankie's beautiful 36DD breasts, justas Roy had been once allowed to do. The young Salvadorean loved sucking andkissing the glorious nipples that Roy had been banned from touching with hislips or hands for nearly two decades now. "Harry up and suck me you maricon!" Miguelwould say as he'd kick Roy in the side, and Roy would bend closer into Miguel'scrotch, Roy's knees feeling shooting pains as he knelt in his pink fishnetsand high heels, sucking and slurping the long brown penis as his wife's loverkissed her precious breasts.

Generally, Roy wouldn't do a good enough job of blowing Miguel, andthen he'd go over Miguel's knee after the fellatio was over, having his pantspulled down and getting fifty to seventy-five slams with Miguel's wide leatherbelt before being sent to the corner to sob, alone as Miguel took Frankie tobed for a long, hard, fucking. Before Miguel, Joshua the landscaper had caughtFrankie's eye, and that had been quite a painful six months for Elroy, yessir.Joshua had quite a muscular right arm, and had bound Roy to the side of thegarage door and lashed him repeatedly with long, thorny branches from Frankie'srose bushes.

Sometimes it was hard to transform a respectful young man into a properBully-Daddy type. Cody, who had been responsible for cleaning the Myers' pool,had had quite a difficult time when Frankie had presented him with the conceptthat Mr. Myers would become his slave- boy. "Ah unnerstan' the part aboutyou and me gittin' it on, Mrs. Myers, but whah do ah have to hit Mister Myers?"

Cody had stared curiously at Roy, who was at that time clad in a frillypink teddy, and teetering on high heels. "Darling, don't you see?" Frankiehad said "You want to be the head of the jungle. To do that, you haveto take his woman..and it's no fun, unless you're the tough guy." Frankiehad taken Cody in the bedroom for a little prep- talk, or maybe prep-fuck...

Roy hadn't known,but an hour ;later the respectful boy from Kentuckywho had always been shy and deferential around Roy had screamed through thedoor, "Git in here, scumbag!" Roy had hurried into the bedroom, teeteringon his heels, and Cody had ordered Roy to suck Cody's balls as Cody slammedhis cock in and out of Frankie's pulsating pussy.

After this, Cody had taken Roy by the hair and thrown him on the floorand began kicking him savagely, and eventually he'd hung Roy by the nipplesto a cellar chain before going upstairs to fuck Frankie again. Simple Codyhad become Master Conrad to Elroy, and he'd made Roy dance a merry tune.

There had been Danny, the Eagle Scout from down the street. Frankieand Roy had taken Danny to Yellowstone on a camping trip, and Danny had quiteenjoyed having the tent with Franie while Roy had to huddle in the drizzlingrain the first night. The second day, Danny had chased Roy through the woodswith a scourge, lashing Roy's bare buttocks (Roy was only clad in a frillybra that time) and finally giving it to Roy all over the legs after the unhappyprosecutor had tripped on a tree branch. Then Danny had fucked Frankie on apark bench while Roy had knelt and kissed Danny's feet.

Franikie had begun communicating with DeAndre while the latter was ina prison cyber-talk group, and had sponsored his parole. Certainly no paroleboard would refuse a release to a man who was going to be looked after by aprosecutor's wife, and DeAndre had lived with the happy couple for about eightmonths before he'd gone into the military.

Roy had learned to live with a huge black cock slamming in and out ofhis narrow little asshole nights...and a fear of DeAndre's "woodshed" whichwas what DeAndre referred to as the garage, where the muscular black man wouldtake Roy when he felt that Frankie's poor husband had been acting out with "badhome training"

Quincy, a roofer who had caught Frankie's eye, had been the strictestof all the masters in Roy's experience. He had decided that Roy shouldn't beallowed to go to the bathroom by himself, and had effectively infantilizedRoy to the point that the district attorney had to crawl about the house inadult diapers.

Quincy and Frankie had keys to the bathrooms, but Roy had to go in hisplastic pants, and then of course, he would be punished, having the crappydiapers ripped off and enduring a vicious slashing with Quincy's car aerialThen quite often Roy would have his head locked into a toilet in the basementfor a few hours, with Quincy coming down every now and then to flush. it. Quincyhad also been the strictest about Roy's rare orgasms. When Roy was allowedvery occasionally to jerk off, Quincy would whip Roy's bottom with the caraerial while Roy was in the midst of masturbation, and did Roy have to concentratehard to cum!

Now, Roy looked at Chad, the young security guard he'd brought home.Chad was tall and blond, and had strong forearms, and looked as if he couldpack quite a wallop. Good. It might take some time to convince the kid thathe was in charge..he always called Roy "Sir" respectfully up untilnow,but that had been the case with nearly all of them. Frankie had a disturbingway of getting these boys to comply with her demonizations. As they walkedin, Chad was profuse in his thanks "Thanks so much for havin' me, Mr.Myers. This is such an honor."

Frankie greeted them at the door, giving Roy a deep kiss, a thank-youkiss in a way, and pecking Chad on the cheek. "So nice you've come!" shesaid. Chad was sitting down, relaxing, and Frankie brought him a beer. Allthese young boys wanted beer. Frankie loved watching Chad's large hand surroundingthe frosted glass, it was so much more appetizing than Roy's ladylike littlefingers. Frankie could imagine Chad's hands circling her breasts, picking herup and propping her on the kitchen table for a good rogering.

She could see Chad taking off his leather belt with the metal eaglebuckle and ordering poor Elroy to take down his pants and undies and bendinghim over the couch, the belt landing again and again on Roy's trembling cheeks,as the poor bastard squealed like a pig.

"Elroy, why don't you make our drinks..." Frankie said asthe men took off their coats. "Dear, you neglected to clean the upstairsbathroom this morning before you went to work." Chad looked puzzled, andFrankie explained, "I put Roy to bed in the evenings about eight- thirty,that's a good time for naughty boys to get their rest." Roy blushed. "Andthen in the mornings he has a few little chores to do, and he's able to getup at four a.m. And this morning he was supposed to clean all the bathroomsbut he only cleaned three of them."

Frankie looked at Roy sternly as he was pouring the drinks. "Whichmeans first, you and I have to have a talk in the library later" Roy'sbuttocks clinched. "And tomorrow dearest, you'll have to clean that bathroomalong with vacuuming the hallway and the living room and dining room." Sherolled her eyes majestically. "Oh, Chad, I hate it when Roy vacuums inthe morning as it disturbs my sleep, but what's a girl to do?"

Frankie gave Roy a commanding look, and he nodded and went into thebedroom.She picked up the Cosmopolitan that Roy had mixed for her and sat downnext to Chad, patting his leg, and watching appreciatively as a healthy bulgepumped up in his security guard khakis. "So tell me about yourself, Chad...doyou have a girlfriend" Frankie smiled inwardly as Chad struggled to speakas his eyes devoured her breasts, that were nearly spilling out of her flimsygown. "Well-I do back home where the folks live,but it's real hard tomeet women here in the city, everyone wants to go out with a lawyer, you know?"

Frankie snickered. "Yes, lawyers are real weenies, though, Chad,especially government lawyers." With this she cocked her head towardsthe bedroom, and Chad giggled and then blushed. "Well, Mr. Myers is anawful nice guy. He--" Chad looked somewhat startled as Mr. Myers crawledinto the living room, stark naked except for a metal pouch thing around hiscrotch area. "Ah, there you are, darling. Master Chad and I have beenwaiting for you."

Chad gaped as Roy came up to Chad's feet and pressed his forehead tothe floor and muttered. "I am here at your service, Master." BeforeChad could jump up in horror, Frankie threw one of her magnificent legs overhis lap and plunged her tongue in the young man's mouth, and for a few moments,Chad forgot everything as they kissed.

It had been a bit of time since Chad had had any sexual contact andhaving this lovely lady expertly moving her tongue across his teeth felt good.But then he noticed Roy again, and became somewhat distraught at the nakedprosecutor prostrate at his feet..but then Mrs. Myers grabbed Chad's head andshoved it between her breasts. "Kiss them, darling..." Chad becamelost in the soft, beautifully shaped mounds. He thought he could hear Mr. Myerscrying,but he wasn't sure.

Finally, Chad became quite excited, as happens to athletic twenty-twoyear olds, and he pulled his pants down and pulled Frankie's panties off andbegan screwing her hard upon the couch, Roy still kneeling with his foreheadpressed to the floor. After about ten minutes this was over, and they sat,disheveled. "Boy, I could use another beer." Roy mumbled. "Orderyour slave-boy to get you one." Frankie whispered in his ear. Chad lookedalarmed. "Oh, go ahead. He's not Mr. Myers

anymore...he's your pig-bitch, and I'm your slut." Frankie gave Chada big kiss. "Go ahead, be a man."

"Mr. Myers--" Frankie shook her head. "Hey, uh, Pig-boy,go git me a beer!" Chad ordered in a trembling voice. Roy hopped up andran for the kitchen. "And a sandwich or somethin'" Chad shouted asan afterthought, as he gathered courage. "Good man!" Frankie exclaimedas she squeezed Chad's inner thigh. "Dinner's coming,but a big man likeyou can have both, right?"Moments later, Roy came back with a sandwichand a beer for Chad, and another Cosmopolitan for Frankie. She noticed thatthere was a familiar pressing against the chastity pouch.

Roy resumed his position with his head pressed to the floor as Chadate his sandwich and had his beer, occasionally kissing Frankie. "Do youfeel like going at it again, big boy?" Frankie asked Chad, rubbing herleg against his. "Well, you know, I'm not quite hard again." Chadsaid. "We could wait." "Why?" Frankie said amusedly "Roy,get Master Chad hard with your mouth!" One Month Later Bronko had histongue in Royelle's ear in the back seat of his buddy Chad's car. Bronko hadjust gotten out of the Air Force, and was grateful that Chad had set him upwith this chick, however homely she was. Bronko hadn't had any pussy in a longtime. Chad's girl Frankie, she was a little old,but quite hot, man...they weregoin' at it in the front seat, and Chad had promised Bronko that Royelle wouldgive a good BJ. "You can give it to this girl in the mouth or the ass,man...but don't mess with her cunt, she doesn't ever show it" Chad hadtold Bronko with a grin. "But I've had her mouth, and it's niiice."

Royalle had awfully big shoulders and looked like she needed a shavebeneath all that pancake makeup,but maybe she was just one of those Italiantypes....they've never really heard of electrolysis, Bronko thought. "C'mon,Royalle, baby." he breathed in the girl's blonde hair. "Suck my thing." Royallewhispered back. "Can't I just give you a handjob, honey?" Bronkogot a little louder "Aw c'mon, Royalle, we went to this neat movie andall." Suddenly, Frankie looked up from Chad's lucky-ass crotch where shewas doing her good work and called into the back seat."Royalle, why don'tyou be a good girl and give Master Bronko a good time, you know you can usethat mouth of yours." Bronko gasped. Usually these bitchy chicks backedeach other up in not puttin' out,but how cool was this. "But Frankie..." Royallelooked like she was begging. "I just..." Then Frankie said in a sweetvoice, "Royalle, I think I'd like to speak to you outside of the car." Royallebegan shaking her head and crying,but Frankie jumped out of the car, and Royallefollowed, and Bronko watched amazed as Frankie began slapping Royalles face,and kicking her in the crotch. Chad, in the front seat, was grinning. "They'rea couple of spit-fires, huh, Bronko?"

They heard Royalle scream as Frankie threw her across the hood of thecar, rapping on the window for Chad to come out. Bronko watched as Chad cameout and took off his belt and began hitting Royalle on the butt after Frankiehad pulled up Royalle's skirt and pulled down her panties. As Royalle screamedinto the night, Chad lashed her again and again. About five minutes later,Royalle refreshed her makeup and pulled up her panties and climbed back inthe back seat with Bronko. "Master Bronko" Royalle begged in a tearsoaked voice. "Will you allow me to suck you off, sir?"