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Mistress Nicole Knows
The bar, much like any other. Dimly lit and smoky. Nothingodd there, yet through haze he could clearly see that this one was different.He knew it as soon as he entered. His first instinct told him he should leave- immediately - however his curious nature begged him to stay.
He looked around; there were no women customers. That wasn't anything unusual,since many bars around this part of town catered to 'men only'. A woman, perhapssomewhere around twenty-five, stood behind the counter. Visible only from herwaist up, the tight, black, leather corset she wore seemed to be forcing herlarge breasts to almost burst out. Her makeup was heavy. Scarlet lipstick hadbeen carelessly smudged over her full and pouting lips, and her eyelids appearedto be almost weighed down with dark shadow and lashes. Wild, blonde curls hungdown her bare back and shoulders like a lion's mane. At first he was unsureof what to think of her, as he stood there unashamedly staring at her exposedbreasts. His cock, however, was way ahead of him as it jerked and twitchedin his shorts.
She looked up and, realizing he wasn't a regular, called over to him, "Whatcan I do for you, slut boy?" continuing to dry the glass in her hand,then grinning and adding, "Or should I say, 'what can you do for me?'"
Her words shocked him. He glanced around at the other men, but none of themseemed to think her questions were odd. Who the hell did this bitch think shewas, speaking to him like that? Didn't she know who he was? He was Jack, JackJones, one of the most powerful and influential lawyers in the city, a forceto be reckoned with. One word, one whisper to the right one of his associates,could mean this grubby little bar would be closed down within days. Still,it had been a hard long day, and he wasn't in the mood for more confrontations.'I should've just caught a cab back to the Hilton. I should never have takena client from this side of town,' he told himself. 'I don' t care how muchextra those hoods pay, I'm not taking another one on.'
He strolled over and seated himself at the bar. "Give me a scotch andice, sweetheart, and try not to drop your tits in it."
The blonde grinned at him again. As she prepared his drink he glanced downand saw she was wearing black leather gloves. 'How very odd,' he mused.
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Perhaps he should have just turned around and walked out. This place wasn'twhat he was used to. Jack was used to class. High class. First class. Always.It had never been any different for him.
Born into a wealthy family, if Jack wanted it and money could buy it, hewould have it. Of course, money couldn't buy everything, and so for those lesserthings in life he simply relied on his good looks and charm. Tall, with broadshoulders, deep blue eyes and a boyish grin, few people - especially women- could resist his charisma.
Later, when he left school, he became less reliant on his family. 'I'm nevergoing to use my father's connections to get ahead,' that's what he said - andhe never did. Upon graduating, when the other students had been anxious aboutgaining employment, Jack had not. A firm, whose senior associate's wife he'dbeen having an affair with at the time, immediately took him on. She had insisted.After that, his cunning and intelligence meant he'd advanced quickly, althoughthe liaison hadn't lasted beyond a few months.
Jack enjoyed being a high profile lawyer, with a huge plush office and sweetyoung secretary to fawn over him. He enjoyed mixing with the rich and influentialpeople his work brought him into contact with. He enjoyed it all, but mostof all, and regardless of the fact that he was married, he enjoyed the beautifulwomen his lifestyle attracted.
Originally it had been his intention to retire in his early thirties. Certainlyhe was wealthy enough to do so, but now, almost ten years on, something hadtaken hold of him. It was power. Yes, it was an addiction - an addiction hewas powerless to break.
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"I know what you need, don't I? Mistress knows what all her boys need,doesn't she?" she asked rhetorically, leaning across the counter and deliberatelyletting one of her nipples almost touch the rim of the glass, before passingit to him.
As she spoke he was astonished to see several other men sitting nearby obedientlynod their heads and mumble words of agreement. Well-dressed men just like him.'Who the hell is this woman? What is this place? I don't like this side oftown. I've had a hell of a day. I need a stiff drink, but I don't need onethis badly,' he thought.
"I have enough. Keep the change and buy yourself some clothes!" Heslammed a couple of notes on the counter and stood up to leave. "Don'tyou know who I am?"
"Well, of course I do," she replied, raising an eyebrow, "you'reJack Jones. Your drink's on me. Please, sit down. Relax."
Yes, she knew exactly who he was. She had seen his pictures and read allabout him in the newspapers and society magazines, and now here he was sittingin her bar. As a top lawyer he was a sought after man, but it wasn't his adviceor his money she was after. Oh no, it was Jack himself - powerful men fascinatedher.
The bar was sleazy, and certainly by the way she dressed she may have giventhe impression of being nothing more than a cheap whore, but she was not. Shewas much more. She was Nicole, a refined and well-educated woman. How she hadended up owning and working in a bar like this was a mystery even to her. Atschool she had excelled in every subject. She had been a prom queen, a beautyqueen, the girl every boy wanted to date. She had been voted the most likelyto succeed, and she had. For several years she worked as a highly paid executivefor one of the top merchant banks in town. Men, money, and success; it seemedlike anything she wanted she could have, but it had bored her.
He stared across the bar at her as she held his gaze. Jack knew many beautifulwomen, however something about this one, apart from her revealing attire, hadhis cock standing to full attention. Confused, he sat down again. He decidedhe would finish his drink before he left.
She watched him tip his glass back, then she folded her arms and leaned overthe counter. He was sure her tits were going to drop out at any moment as hestared down at them. "I want something from you, Jack," she toldhim.
'So that's it,' he rolled his eyes. 'Well, if she wants my legal advice shebetter forget it; I didn't spend all those years at college to give free consultations.No one gets anything from me with out paying. Or maybe she does intend to giveme something in return? Well, fuck her. Or, rather, I won't fuck her. She canmake an appointment with my secretary like everyone else.'
"Forget it, sweetheart," he told her, wiping his mouth with theback of his hand.
"Please, Jack," she cooed, now pouting her swollen red lips athim and batting her heavy eyelashes.
He was about to stand up, but hesitated.
She tilted her head and began fingering her rose colored nipples, as shecupped her heavy breasts in her hands, it seemed to Jack as if she were offeringthem to him. He swallowed hard; he couldn't remember the last time had seensuch great tits, so firm and rounded, the skin so smooth and pale against theblack leather of her corset and gloves. 'Damn it, I'd love to fuck those babies,'he thought, as tiny beads of perspiration began forming on his forehead. 'Ijust bet the bitch has a sopping wet cunt. Oh yes - fuck her cunt, and herhot mouth! Fuck her tight whore ass too! Fuck her! Oh, yes!'
He was quite sure she would be grateful enough to let him do that and muchmore in return for a little of his legal expertise. His cock felt hard andheavy as it throbbed in his shorts. He was a powerful man, a man usually incomplete control. However, Jack was powerless when it came to his cock. Whenhis cock got stiff and demanded attention, he had to obey it.
"All right then, just a few minutes. I'm a busy man," he told her.However, he had no intention of leaving until he had been completely satisfied.
"Good, please follow me," she told him.
He hesitated; he knew once he stood up the bulge in his trousers would beobvious.
"Now, Jack!"
Her commanding manner and his throbbing groin left him little choice. Twentyminutes ago he wouldn't have put up with such disrespect, especially from awoman. Twenty minutes ago, however, he didn't have a raging erection.
Leaning down under the counter, she produced a leather crop that she slappedon the counter a couple of times before turning and beckoning him to follow.
'So, she's kinky. Well, what the hell? I can deal with that,' he thoughtwith a smirk.
Waving the crop, she indicated for him to move behind the bar to the doorat the end. As he did so, he could now see she wore nothing on the lower halfof her body. Her legs were long and slim, accentuated by high spike-heeledboots with gold tips. The soft golden hair on her cunt had been trimmed intoa neat patch to just cover her slit.
"You're free to leave, but, if you stay, you will become my property,for my use, whenever and wherever I demand it." She softly smiled andadded, "You will become one of my little pleasure toys."
Jack's sexual conquests were many and varied, however, he had never beenwith a dominant woman before and her words sent a shiver of fresh excitementthrough him. 'So that's her little game. Ok.'
He followed her through the heavy door behind the bar which led to a shorthallway, then she turned to him. "Take all your clothes off."
Jack wasn't a short man and yet, standing there in her heavy boots and withher hands on her hips, he felt as if she towered over him.
Quickly and quietly he undressed, leaving his clothes in a crumpled and untidypile on the floor. He was anxious to get some of her sweet cunt, but then,as he stood there totally naked, he began to feel rather uncomfortable. Hewasn't quite sure why, but suddenly he felt the urge to cover himself, andhe stood there cupping his hands over his groin in an attempt to conceal hiserection. For the first time in his life Jack felt vulnerable.
Slowly she traced the tip of her crop up and down his chest, then down overhis belly. His uneasiness amused her as she grinned and playfully tapped theback of his hands. "This belongs to me now, Jacky."
He knew it, and she knew it. So long as he had that massive hard-on pulsatingbetween his legs, she would be in control.
"Now, get down on your hands and knees. Crawl in front of me; I wantto watch how that sweet slut ass of yours moves," she said, pointing tothe floor, then slapping at the tender flesh of his ass cheeks with her crop.
The stinging pain caused him to flinch and frown. "Hey, that hurt!"
She chuckled, "Well, it was meant to, wasn't it, you silly boy? Nowfollow me. By the way, my name is Nicole, but you will call me Mistress Nicole."
To his amazement, despite his stinging ass, his cock remained hard and hewas more excited than ever by the idea of fucking her. He dropped down ontothe floor and she led him into a darkened room. It took a few minutes for hiseyes to adjust to the dim light. He wondered where he was? It smelt musty andthe air felt damp. A cellar perhaps...no, nothing quite so innocent. Leatherwhips and metal clamps hung on one wall, chains and cuffs on another. Woodenbenches, frames, and lengths of rope were strewn about on the floor.
It's time for your first training session, Jack." Nicole announced,securing a heavy leather collar around his neck. "Now, that's not tootight for you, is it?" He glanced up at her and was about to speak, butshe quickly added, "because it's just too bad if it is."
Jack placed his hand to his neck, and as he felt the cool studs on the leatherhe struggled to comprehend it all. 'What am I doing here?' he questioned silently,staring down at the cement floor. 'I'm here for a fuck, that's what. Yes, aquick fuck, and then I'm out of here. Damn it, I hope Susan isn't waiting upfor me.'
Yes, Susan, daughter of the CEO of the firm, that man made life hell formany people, especially those who worked under him or happened to get in hisway, but not for Jack. Now, as his son-in-law, Jack had no trouble with theold bastard. Yes, 'Daddy' would do just about anything to keep his 'littleprincess' happy, and Jack used that to his full advantage. Marrying her wasn'tjust the smartest career move he'd ever made, either. An excellent cook andhomemaker, she was also well groomed, intelligent and sexy - the perfect wife!He saw the way men looked at her; he was indeed very lucky, but one woman wouldnever be enough to satisfy a man like him.
Nicole leaned down to attach a metal leash to the collar. Jack turned hishead slightly and saw her full round tits hanging like exquisite water-filledballoons. She straightened up again and gave the leash a sharp jerk. It madea jangling sound. "Now, I want to see that sweet slut ass of yours niceand high at all times. Do you understand?"
He felt as if he was dreaming. He swallowed hard and nodded, but this onlyseemed to anger her.
"'Yes, Mistress Nicole', isn't that what you meant to say?" Jackflinched as her crop struck his exposed ass twice with sharp and burning licks.It hurt, but again he was astonished at how exciting he found the pain to be
"Yes, Mistress Nicole," he whimpered, still grimacing.
She grinned as he knelt there, on his hands and knees, with his head loweredlike a naughty puppy. Her heels clicked on the cold hard floor as she walkedaround to face him. She then held her crop to his lips. "Now say 'thankyou'. Say thank you to little Nicky, Jack. Little Nicky is your friend. Hersweet, kisses will teach a slut like you obedience. Now kiss her, Jack, andsay 'thank you'."
He hesitated. He felt that she had gone too far, but then silently arguedback, 'Just do it. Do whatever the kinky bitch wants, or she won't let youfuck her. You do want to fuck her, don't you?'
"Do it, Jack, or I swear you'll walk out of here with that hard-on inyour pants."
He leaned forward. For moment he hesitated; the crop smelt of worn leatherand raw sweat - could he really do it? Jack closed his eyes and thought abouther golden cunt. "Thank you, little Nicky, for teaching me obedience," hewhispered, before pursing his lips and gently kissing the tip of her crop.
'Damn it, did I really just do that?' His head spun in confusion, and thenhe made up his mind. 'I'll have a quick fuck, and then I'm out of here. I'llleave and never see this crazy bitch or this stinking place ever again. Never!'
Nicole walked back around behind him and reached down between his thighs.He gasped as he felt her leather-clad hand grip his scrotum.
"Mmm... nice and heavy balls. I like that in a slut," she purred,bouncing them in her palm, then giving them another squeeze before releasingthem. "Now sit, and be sure to keep your legs spread wide. I forbid anyslut in my presence from closing his legs. You got that, Jacky boy?
"Yes, Mistress Nicole."
He knelt back on his heels, his thighs spread wide and his erect cock throbbingbetween them. Moving behind him she leaned down, gently stroked her hands downthe sides of his arms. He relaxed and inhaled deeply, breathing in the sweetintoxicating scent of her feminine arousal combined with that of the leather.Gently, she pulled his hands behind his back. He felt her wet and warm tongueslowly licking the side of his neck. Closing his eyes he heard himself moaningwith primal pleasure - pleasure a man gets from a woman's touch - but then,suddenly, before he could object, he heard something else - the sound of metalclicking as she locked his wrists into a pair of handcuffs.
'This isn't how it's supposed to be! She never mentioned anything about this,'he thought, defiantly pulling at the restraints. 'What am I supposed to donow?'
"Get me out of these things, now!" he demanded.
Nicole took a deep breath and then, as the smile melted from her lips, sheraised her leather-clad hand and slapped the side of his face so hard thathe tumbled sideways on the floor. "I will not tolerate such disrespectfrom any of my whores!"
His face burned and his head spun as he struggled to lift himself up, butbefore he could, she leaned down and grabbed a handful of his hair, liftinghim up onto his knees again. Totally dazed, he looked up at her, then his mindgradually cleared. 'If this is the way the she wants it, let her have it. I'lldeal with the bitch later.
Moving back around in front of him, a faint smile now returned as she lookeddown at his naked and submissive form. His broad shoulders were now slumpedand his chest rose and fell with each breath as his chin almost touched hischest. Nicole licked her lips as she noted his tanned and muscular arms andlegs. 'Not bad, not bad at all for a man who's probably never done hard day'swork in his life,' she mused.
She moved closer; Jack's eyes remained cast down as her womanly scent onceagain filled his nostrils, and he wondered how soon he would get to taste thatsweet golden pussy of hers? If he had lifted his head up, even just a little,his face would surely have touched the velvety folds of her sex.
It was as if she was reading his mind when she pressed her right boot betweenhis legs and told him, "Pussy is too good for a whore like you, Jack;you must first earn it. Please me, and I may consider allowing you to lickme. Only when I'm satisfied you deserve it will you be allowed to fuck my pussy." Shegrinned, gently stroking the fine golden hair covering the soft folds of hersex with her fingers. "Now you will show me how well you can perform.Fuck my boot, slut boy, and fuck it good!"
What else could he do? His cock throbbed between his legs; he needed relief- he needed it badly - but with his hands locked behind his back and her bootpressed between his legs, he simply had no choice but to as he was told.
And so he began to gently rub himself against her boot. Soon his whole bodyburnt with a raw desire like he had never experienced before. Closing his eyeshe began pumping against the smooth, cool leather. At first he felt extremelyself-conscious, but soon he became totally immersed in his own pleasure; rubbingand jerking his cock harder and faster, remaining open mouthed and pantingheavily as his saliva began to drip down his chin. The seam across the frontof her boot began to chafe against the underside of his shaft, but to his consternationthe discomfort actually increased his arousal.
She reached down and grabbed his hair, jerking his head back to interrupthim. "You will cum only when I give you permission; not a minute before,not a minute later."
He moaned. His balls ached and weighed heavily between his legs. His cockthrobbed and ached for immediate release. She held him there in that positionfor some time before grinning down and telling him, "Now, slut, you maycome."
Almost as soon as she spoke those words he climaxed, exploding all over herboot with a rush of milky white seed. He didn't stop; he felt compelled tokeep pumping her boot. It was as if he needed her permission to stop! By thetime she pulled her foot from between his legs, he was completely spent. Hiscock was flaccid; the underside red and raw, and stinging from his own saltysweat. Dampness coated his entire body, and his chest heaved with each breath.As he slumped before her, she stood there with her hands on her hips. "Goodboy, Jacky. Good slut," she said. "Now, clean this fucking mess up!"
"How?" Jack asked, between breaths. Maybe now she would uncuffhis hands?
Once again she raised her hand and hit him hard across the side of his face.Once again, her strength astounded him and he tumbled sideways onto the floor.
"With your tongue, of course. Now, get to work, whore."
That was it; this time she had gone too far - "No more games! I've hadenough. Now, unlock these damned things will you?" he demanded. It hadbeen different and it had been fun, but now it was time for him to leave.
"Feeling feisty, are you, Jacky? Well, I have a solution for whoreslike you who refuse to obey."
He tried to get up, but she pushed her boot against his back, forcing himdown again. Before he had a chance to try again, she had moved swiftly, loopinga leather strap around the base of his balls and was pulling on it.
"No, I can make it a whole lot more uncomfortable than this Jack. Soare you going to be a good boy now?"
"No, please. I'll be good. No more," he begged as his anger beganto quickly turn to panic and he realized that perhaps his refusal may havemore permanent consequences.
"You know, it's kind of funny, Jack, but somehow I knew you were goingto say that," she said, sniggering at his obvious discomfort. It's kindof funny, but all my boys seem to see things my way when I put it to them likethis.
'Just shut up and get this thing off me!' Jack thought as his mind raced. "Please,Mistress Nicole," he whimpered.
"Oh, so you've had enough now have you, Jacky?" She knelt downbehind him and loosened the strap. The blood immediately began to flow backand he breathed a sigh of relief as he realized his precious balls hadn't seemedto suffer any permanent damage.
He then lowered his face to the floor and began lapping up his own rapidlycooling semen. It tasted odd, and he felt a great shame in licking his ownmilky fluid but, for now, he had to do it.
He felt something from behind being pushed between his legs - a metal bar- then leather cuffs being secured around his ankles to either end, forcingthem to remain spread wide and exposing his ass completely. Suddenly it becameall too clear to him. She didn't want his cock! She wanted his ass! Nicolegrabbed hold of the leash and jerked his face away from the wet puddle, thenlaughingly told him, "That's enough, slut; you're enjoying that too much!"
He heard movement behind him, but was unable to turn sufficiently to seewhat was going on. Fingers. He felt fingers playing around his ass, then pokinginside it. He tried to tighten his sphincter, but they forced their way inregardless, wriggling about.
"Please, please not my ass," he begged her, "it's never beenused like that before!"
She laughed, "a virgin! You mean I've got myself a sweet, little, virginboy, Jacky? Well, don't you worry about a thing, I promise to be gentle."
Only Jack had trouble believing her. "Please Mistress Nicole, look how bigand hard my cock is. Please use my cock," he pleaded again, trying desperatelyto convince her.
His begging, however, was in vain. Nicole had decided she wanted his assand she was going to have it, but then..."You're too dry to fuck!"
How sweet that sounded to Jack. 'Maybe now she'll use my cock instead' -but, no. He felt a warm liquid running over his ass; it trickled down betweenhis ass cheeks and onto the floor. Nicole was urinating on him!
"There, that's much better!" he heard her say, just before hercrop struck his ass again. "Lift that ass, slut. Now!"
It was awkward, but Jack managed to bend his knees, lift his ass and keephis face pressed down on the floor.
Something smooth and cool pressed against his rectum. There was no doubtwhen she entered him as, suddenly and without warning, he felt himself beingstretched and invaded. He howled as she filled him, allowing him no reprieve.
"Will you just shut up? And don't even think about trying to pull away," shetold him, giving his ass another couple of short, sharp slaps with her crop.
He winced as he felt the burning sting, then closed his eyes tightly andlet her full thrusts rock him forward. Nicole smiled and listened to his faintwhimpers. "Take it all, slut. You know you want it!" she hissed.
With the huge rubber cock now completely buried in his ass, he soon realizedhe was actually using his own muscles around it, tightening and releasing,squeezing and feeling the delicious pressure on his prostate gland.
'The bitch is fucking me! She's using me like some whore faggot! But she'sa woman, not a man!' Jack reconciled. "Oh, that feels so good!'
Nicole leaned over him. Her hard nipples grazing over his shoulders as shereached one hand under his belly. He felt his balls tighten as she graspedhis once-again-stiff shaft. Precum now dripped from the tip. "That's it,Jacky boy. Show me what a good fuck you are," she taunted as she cuppedher fingers over his cock head.
His face burnt; he felt totally ashamed of his own arousal. Suddenly, nolonger able to control his lust, his cock exploded for the second time thatevening, shooting his milky seed all over her leather glove then dripping downonto the floor.
Nicole wrapped her fingers around the base of the strap-on and pulled back,extracting it from his deflowered ass.
Jack remained on his hands and knees with his head hung low as he pantedlike a bitch in heat to regain his breath.
"Admit it, Jacky; that was damned good!" She told him, giving hisass a quick and playful slap with her open hand.
He tired to speak, but no words would come out. He collapsed onto the floor,exhausted and covered in cool sweat, his warm cum sticky against his belly.He felt used and abused. His ass had been violated and penetrated. A womanhad never taken control of him before, and certainly not like that.
Nicole knelt down beside him and unlocked the handcuffs, then removed theleg spreader.
After a few minutes, he lifted himself up and sat on the floor, rubbing hiswrists and shaking his head as if trying to wake himself out of a dream.
She smirked and told him, "Don't deny it, Jack. You've never cum thathard before in your life, have you?"
Jack didn't answer; he didn't need to.
Everything went black...
He couldn't be sure how long he had been lying there in the alley. He satup and rested his elbows on his knees, blinking, as he began to regain fullconsciousness.
Had it been a dream? No - he was naked! He tried to stand up - his ass felttender and raw. He wrinkled his nose, the stringent smell of stale urine filledhis nostrils. Glancing around, he saw his clothes strewn nearby. He lurchedover and grabbed his trousers and jacket, checking that his wallet and watchwere still there. Good, they were exactly where he had tucked them earlier.It was almost midnight; he would need to dress quickly and get home, but firsthe would need to find a cheap hotel somewhere to shower and clean up - he rubbedhis eyes - 'wake up, Jack!'
Later, as he drove home, he replayed the evening's events in his head. Hisass felt raw, but he felt good and more satisfied than he could ever remember.Sleep would come easily tonight. But what about the welts on his ass? Whatif Susan was still up when he got in? What would he tell her? What would shesay? How would he explain to her how they got there? He knew she would be extremelyangry if she were to find out about his infidelity. He stared out at the roadahead and began to fantasize about how his wife might punish him for his indiscretion,and his cock began to harden again.
As he staggered through the house towards the bedroom he noticed the lighton. Susan had waited up for him.
"Oh you should have gone to sleep, princess," he said, leaningover the bed to gently kiss her forehead.
"I didn't mind." She smiled as she rolled over, then as if it wasan afterthought, she added, "Jack, about that diamond bracelet... youknow, the one I saw at Ralph's last week."
"Honey, how many times to I need to tell you? You don't need jewelry.You're beautiful enough without it," he said, smiling and lifting herdainty hand to his lips to gently kiss her fingertips. 'Women - flattery willdo the trick every time,' he thought smugly. Besides, he had already made hismind up to buy that bracelet for Nicole. Yes, a gift like that would surelycement their relationship. He would make an excuse to leave the office earlytomorrow and make visit her in the evening.
"Oh, Jack, I want it," she whined, pouting at him, "and Jack,we don't want Daddy to find out how hard you've been working lately now, dowe?"
Her sweet smile didn't disguise for a moment what she really meant. "Jack,I'm feeling so horny right now. I really am," she said, reclining backup and slipping her silky nightgown down to expose her pale shoulders.
Susan intended to punish him all right, but just not in quite the same wayhe'd been fantasizing about driving home.
Jack began to panic.
Jack was no longer in control.
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