Mistress Extreme (12 page)

It was back to playing the waiting game for David. He'd allowed himself to be sodomized by Matthew, something which might have been expected to prey on his mind to some degree. But it didn't, not a bit.
Isabella
preyed on David's mind and only Isabella as he waited obsessively for her to call him. She continued to occupy his every thought, to affect his every breath. One, two weeks went by; no call. All David thought about was Isabella. He belonged to her, that was the only thing that mattered. She was his Mistress and he was her slave. Three, four weeks went by; no call from her. He wished Isabella would hurry up and call, wished desperately that she would. Five, six weeks went by; still no call.

Then an alarming thought occurred to David. Why had Isabella handed him over to Caroline? Had she been sending him a subtle message by doing that, one that he'd been painfully slow to recognise? Had it been her way of telling him it was over between them, that she'd lost interest in him; her way of saying she'd moved on and that he should do likewise? Was that it? Was it all over between them after everything she'd put him through, he asked himself, spiralling further down into despair. After all the waiting around, all the hoping and dreaming, was it all over? Oh God, was it? Was it?

No it wasn't. She phoned. ‘Do you know where the head office of
La Fetishista
is?' Isabella asked.

‘Yes, Mistress,' he replied. It was in a side road off Russell Square near the seafront.

‘Be there in one hour – exactly on the hour,' she ordered. ‘My PA, Sandra, will meet you at our reception area and will bring you up to my office. I've told her that you are a potential investor in the company. Make sure you maintain that fiction when you meet her.' And the call was ended.

David parked his car in the NCP underground car park at Russell Square and, emerging from its main exit, glanced in the direction of the seafront. It was a fine day, sunny and bright, and the usually murky English Channel was giving a fair approximation to Mediterranean blue.

He checked his watch and walked the short distance to the head office of
La Fetishista.
After lingering outside the entrance to the building for a few minutes until it was exactly on the hour, he went straight to the reception area. There he was met by Isabella's PA, Sandra, with briskly businesslike amiability. Sandra was young, blonde and pretty in an understated way and had a tidy, efficient air about her. She looked bright and astute and David wondered how much she knew of her employer's private life. He concluded that she would be aware of everything that was in the public domain – which was pretty general when all was said and done – and anything else Isabella may have chosen to share with her. And what did that tell him? Next to nothing, he decided.

Sandra brought David up in the lift to Isabella's outer office and invited him to take a seat. She then sat down behind her desk, buzzed and spoke into an intercom to let Isabella know her visitor had arrived. As he waited for her to make an appearance, David could feel his heart beating faster with anticipation. He hadn't heard from Isabella in six weeks, hadn't seen her for longer than that – two months.

When Isabella emerged from her elegantly appointed office David held his breath. She was wearing an appropriately severe tailored suit of dark grey and high heeled black leather shoes – and she was all business. ‘Hello, Mister Alexander. Good to see you,' she smiled, holding out her hand to him formally. ‘I'm afraid our meeting will have to be fairly brief as I need to go off to an appointment at the bank in about 30 minutes.'

David played his part. ‘Not a problem, that's perfectly fine,' he replied, pretending that it was. Two months he'd waited to see Isabella, two whole months, and she was only prepared to give him half an hour of her precious time. Still, beggars can't be choosers, he told himself, trying to be philosophical about the situation.

Before taking David into her office Isabella turned to Sandra. ‘I don't want any interruptions during my meeting with Mister Alexander,' she said briskly.

‘Understood,' Sandra replied, echoing her employer's brisk tone.

Once they'd entered Isabella's office she took a few steps back and looked at David. As always with Isabella it wasn't just the coldness and blackness of her eyes, it was their steady, piercing scrutiny that was so unsettling to David. ‘Pleased to see me, slave?' she asked.

‘More than words can say, Mistress,' he replied with feeling. His whole body, his whole
being
felt tense with wanting her. ‘I've been dreaming about this moment for weeks and weeks'.

‘I'm sure you have,' Isabella said, walking to the office's big picture window as she spoke. A silence hung in the air between them as she lowered the Venetian blinds and then adjusted them so that the office was obscured from outside. Isabella stood silently in the half-light for a moment and then spoke again. ‘Strip naked and be quick about it,' she said. ‘We don't have much time, as you're aware.'

Isabella came back to where she'd been standing before she'd adjusted the blind. Her eyes lingered on David as he hastily took off his jacket and unbuttoned and removed his shirt. The rest of his clothing swiftly followed and he stood before her, naked and erect.

What next, he wondered excitedly and very soon had his answer when Isabella suddenly grabbed him by the hair and pulled him down on to his knees. ‘So, you're pleased to see me, are you, slave,' she said. ‘Show me how pleased you are by bowing at my feet.'

‘Yes, Mistress,' David replied softly. He remained where he was on the carpet and pressed his forehead to the ground in front of her feet.

‘Now lick my shoes,' Isabella demanded crisply. David lifted his head a little and pressed his lips against the pointed toe of the shoe that she presented to him. He slid his tongue along the smooth leather, his lips caressing the sensuous feel of it, lingering over the instep and then up the sharp heel. She presented her other foot to him and he repeated the process. He could feel his erection throbbing.

Isabella then told David to get up from his knees and stand before her again. ‘Join your wrists behind your back,' she commanded.

‘Yes, Mistress,' David replied and when he had done this Isabella brought her right hand to his pulsing erection. He uttered a low groan of pleasure as she began to masturbate him, pushing her fist up and down in a steady rhythm.

‘Clearly you have missed me, slave,' she said, continuing to pull rhythmically at his shaft. ‘But how much have you missed me?'

‘Immensely, Mistress,' David replied. He wanted to ask her why she'd left it so long before contacting him and why she was only seeing him for such a brief period this time; but he didn't of course.

Isabella continued to pull his hard cock with her right hand and then began to stroke the cheeks of his backside with her left. ‘Have you missed being tortured by me, slave?' she asked, pinching one of his buttocks as sharply as she could.

‘Yes, Mistress,' he whispered on a breath of pain.

‘A lot?'

‘A lot, Mistress.'

‘Let's see what we can do about that,' Isabella said, removing her hands from his body. ‘Don't move,' she added.

She went behind David and he heard her open and then close one of her desk drawers. He waited, not daring to move a muscle, and in a few moments Isabella was back in front of him again. David had to hold back a shudder when he saw what she had in her hand. ‘Now for a little of that torture you've been missing so much,' she announced as she attached the vicious looking nipple clamps to his chest. A jolt ran through him and his face contorted with the snaking pain – and pleasure – it brought in its wake.

Isabella began to yank at the clamps with her left hand, making David gasp with pleasure-pain. He moved his shoulders, offering his clamped nipples to the fingers that were pulling at them. She yanked again, and again, and again and he moaned continuously in response – but quietly, always conscious of Sandra's presence outside the door, at her desk in the outer office.

Isabella then returned her right hand to the hard throbbing flesh of David's cock while continuing to pull at the nipple clamps with her left hand. She started to rub her fingers fast and hard over his erection. She was pulling the nipple clamps, pulling his hard cock, and it was making him frantic. David wanted to offer himself fully to Isabella as she yanked harder at the clamps with her left hand and stroked and pulled at his erection more insistently with her right, her fist moving furiously now.

What Isabella was doing to David with both her hands drove him so mad with desire that he got very close indeed to climaxing. Then she abruptly stopped pumping her hand over his shaft although she continued yanking at his clamps. ‘Bring your hands to the front of you and ejaculate into your palms,' she ordered, at the same time pulling extra hard at his nipple clamps. And he obeyed, shuddering and jerking without control as his creamy come spilled in abundance into his waiting palms.

Isabella then stopped pulling David's nipple clamps and removed them from his chest. She went behind him again and he heard first the sound of her desk drawer opening and shutting as she replaced the clamps, and then a short buzzing noise followed by the sound of her voice. ‘Sandra, I'm going off to that appointment at the bank now,' she said into the intercom. ‘Come and help Mister Alexander to clean himself up, please, and then send him on his way.' And with that Isabella left her office without uttering another word. The door made barely a click as she closed it behind her.

What followed with Sandra when the door opened again was as excruciatingly embarrassing and humiliating for David as Isabella had clearly intended it to be. It made his cheeks flush red and sweat pearl his forehead. Sandra however appeared to take it entirely in her stride. It was all in a day's work, the expression on her pretty face seemed to say.

The next phone call David received from Isabella came only three days later, much to his surprise, delight … and confusion. Why would she want him to go with her to her office at eleven o' clock at night, he wondered. What bizarre humiliation did she intend to inflict on him there this time? It didn't bear thinking about and wasn't worth thinking about anyway. It was not as if there was anything he could do to influence whatever it was that she was going to do to him there. Isabella was his Mistress and could treat him exactly as she saw fit. That was the way it was between them, the way it had to be.

‘So we're going to your office, Mistress,' David said when Isabella climbed into the passenger seat of his car at 10.45 that night. The dominatrix was looking radiant in a tight black leather mini-dress and a pair of tall boots with high heels. She was carrying a small holdall, also of black leather.

‘You misunderstood me, slave,' she said. ‘We are not going to my office. We are going to
The Office
.'

‘Mistress?'

‘
The Office
,' Isabella repeated. ‘It's a swingers club up past Brighton Station. They specialise in themed parties. Tonight's is called s
wings both ways
. Need I say more?'

‘No, Mistress,' David gulped. He put the car into gear and set off northwards in the direction of Brighton railway station. David tried to concentrate on his driving but his mind kept straying. What in God's name was Isabella getting him into now? He could feel a heady mixture of anxiety and sexual anticipation rising up within him.

With Isabella giving directions once they'd got to the enormous cast-iron structure of Brighton station, they soon arrived at
The Office
. It was a nondescript single storey building within a business park. David brought his car to a standstill and switched off the ignition and lights. He and Isabella climbed out and walked towards the building's main entrance, which had a bell to the side of it. Isabella rang it and a few seconds later, the door was opened by a heavy-set security guard who ushered them inside good humouredly. He directed them to a good looking young Asian man with hair as intensely black as Isabella's. He was seated behind a metal desk and greeted Isabella by name with a broad smile. Returning his smile, she handed the entrance fee to him and he put it into the cash box beside his laptop.

With Isabella leading the way, she and David then walked through a set of doors and into a long, dimly-lit corridor. A brief way down the corridor they went through an open entrance and into a largish room. It too was dark and contained a bar and a dance floor on which people were moving their bodies sinuously to soft sexy music, swaying back and forth. There were men dancing with women, women dancing with women and men with men. ‘
Swings both ways
indeed,' David said to himself with a shiver of excitement.

Isabella led David to the bar, which was the only part of the room that was well illuminated. ‘Drink, slave?' she asked.

‘Allow me, Mistress,' David said, reaching for his wallet.

‘No, I insist,' Isabella said. ‘Whisky on the rocks?'

‘Thank you, Mistress,' he replied.

‘One whisky on the rocks and one vodka tonic with ice and lemon, please,' Isabella told the unobtrusive barman.

David could have done with a stiff drink, he had to admit. He was very nervous and felt the alcohol would help him relax a little. Isabella handed him his drink and clinked glasses with him. She sat down on a stool to the side of the bar and told him to take the one next to it. Sipping at his whisky, David looked around the room but found that he couldn't really see much of anything, not even the people on the dance floor, because the room was so dark. But it didn't matter to David. He only had eyes for one person in that room: the woman seated beside him, the magnificent cruel dominatrix to whom he belonged.

After a while Isabella got to her feet. ‘Drink up and follow me, slave,' she ordered. ‘This is where things are going to get interesting,' she added, a flash of fire in her eyes. David swallowed down the last of his whisky and stood up. He could feel his cock stiffening as he followed Isabella out of the room.

They re-entered the corridor, a short way along which was a row of good sized lockers. ‘Strip off,' Isabella ordered and he did. She did likewise at the same time. Isabella was flawless in her nudity, David thought: a naked Goddess beyond compare. She put their clothes into one of the lockers and closed its key in the lock. The key was on a strap which she buckled around her wrist.

Isabella picked up the small leather holdall with her left hand and not for the first time David wondered what was in it. She grabbed him by his erect cock with her right hand and pulled him after her. ‘Make me proud of you tonight, slave,' she told David, looking back at him with shining eyes.

‘Yes, Mistress,' David replied. You bet he would, he told himself resolutely. He was ready for anything his beloved Mistress wanted to make him do tonight in this decadent sex club, no matter how outrageous it might prove to be, no matter how depraved.

With Isabella still pulling David along by his erection, they arrived at the entrance to another doorless room. It was very dark and seemed to consist of no more than a couple of big couches and a large bed. On both of these a number of bodies were entwined: embracing, stroking, fondling, and God knows what else.

‘This is the groping room,' Isabella whispered as she worked her fist up and down David's shaft. They gazed for a short time into the room at the writhing bodies, which were all but obscured by the encompassing darkness. Then the couple were on the move again and walking along the corridor once more. Isabella was still leading David by the cock with her right hand, the leather holdall in her left.

They arrived at another doorless room, which was smaller and better illuminated than the previous one, although it was still quite dark. It contained only one bed and only one couple, both of them naked. A lithe young man with an all-over-tanned body and cropped sandy-blond hair was knelt on the floor with his mouth in the pussy of a dark haired beauty with long shapely legs and big firm breasts. She was on her back, her quivering thighs wide open and her head thrown back, as her partner pleasured her sex eagerly with his lips and tongue.

Isabella began to stroke David's erection again, pushing her fist up and down its length, as they stood there watching this sumptuous young woman being pleasured by her partner.

Isabella then let go of David's cock. ‘Go and join them,' she whispered in his ear. ‘Sit on the bed by their side and see what happens.'

David began to tremble with panic, a reaction he quickly realised was pointless. I mean, what options did he have here? He had to obey the order Isabella had just given him, come what may. More than that, he wanted to obey that order, was eager to obey it, because he wished so much to make Isabella proud of him tonight. She'd said that that was what she wanted of him and he wanted it too – desperately.

He padded towards the bed, still shaking with nerves, sat down beside the couple, and waited. He was finding it hard to breathe. Before long the young woman turned her head in David's direction, giving him an encouraging smile. Her eyes glittered with desire. She then snaked out her hand towards his throbbing erection and began to masturbate him. In contrast to the woman's actions, David's presence barely seemed to register with her partner who kept on energetically licking her pussy as if the pair of them were still on their own together.

David enjoyed the softness of the young woman's hand against the hardness of his pulsing erection as she stroked and pulled it with her fingers. She then let go of his cock, sat up and drew his face to hers, kissing him. He felt her tongue in his mouth, her lips merging with his as she kissed him more insistently. And all the while her single-minded lover kept vigorously pleasuring her sex with his own lips and tongue, still seemingly oblivious to the fact that she and he very much had company now.

David was oblivious in his own way too, because he wasn't thinking about the girl who was kissing him or the man knelt between her quivering thighs, licking her pussy. He was thinking about Isabella. He could feel her behind him, feel her eyes on him. He could feel too somehow or other that she was pleased with him and that invigorated him, made his senses race. Then the young woman stopped kissing him and spoke. ‘I'd like you to fuck my husband in the arse,' she said huskily. And this caused David to panic all over again. He didn't know what to do.

He glanced quickly at the man who even then didn't budge from what he was doing despite what his wife had just said – although he did grab hold of his own cock and begin slowly masturbating. David then looked back at Isabella anxiously, hesitantly… and saw that she had put on a buckled black leather belt that went round her narrow waist. A strap that was in a V-shape hung down from the front and went up snugly between her shapely thighs. It was evident that she'd extracted the item she was now wearing from the leather holdall.

‘It's my favourite double dildo strap-on harness,' Isabella explained, addressing her words to David and also to the young woman­. ‘It already has one of the dildos in place, the one facing inwards. Now I'll complete the ensemble', she added, pulling out of the leather bag a black rubber dildo, which she affixed to the outer fitting on the strap, and also a bottle of lubricant with which she doused the dildo.

‘Now, slave, I believe this beautiful young creature wants you to fuck her husband in the arse,' Isabella went on, staring directly at David now. ‘Is that not so?'

David moistened his lips. ‘Yes, Mistress,' he confirmed.

‘Well, do what she wants,' Isabella ordered, handing David the lubricant. ‘You fuck him in his arse and I'll fuck you in yours.'

David began to breathe heavily. He got off the bed, lubed up his erection, and positioned himself behind the man. David put his hand on the small of the man's back and moved his hard cock slowly into his anal hole, pushing against the tight ring of muscles. It caused the man to issue a pussy-muffled groan of pleasure-pain and to masturbate harder. Then it was Isabella's turn. She glided her hands up David's thighs, parted the cheeks of his backside and with a couple of skilful thrusts, plunged the dildo deep into his anus, which made the other dildo shift inside her excitingly.

The man kept pulling at his erection and lapping at his wife's sex. She was now flat on her back again and groaning with pleasure, her pelvis strained towards his mouth. At the same time David kept fucking him, moving his hard cock in and out of his anus. He felt the pressure of his mucous membrane on his shaft as he continued pushing inside him. He could feel too the strong thrust of Isabella's dildo ploughing deep inside him as he arched his back, offering himself up to her as the dildo inside her slid ever faster.

It was as if Isabella was not just fucking herself and fucking David but fucking the man and the woman as well and the excitement all four of them were experiencing mounted fast. The woman was the first to climax, her body shaking as her husband's tongue worked fast and hard on her clit. Then he succumbed too and spurted extravagantly into his fist, his climax overwhelming him and causing David to climax as well in an orgasm that swept over him uncontrollably. He heard his own cry as he ejaculated deep inside the man's anus. Then he heard and felt Isabella climax with a loud moan and convulsive spasm around the dildo rammed into her sex.

And then it was all over – and far too quickly as far as David was concerned. He didn't want that, didn't want that at all. His body was still aching to be fucked by Isabella. He wanted her to fuck him forever, do it without stopping, never let him go.

The moon glowed full overhead as David pulled his car over to the side of the street outside Isabella's house where he was about to drop her off. He was feeling down, couldn't help himself. He'd only been with Isabella for a short while again – two, three hours on this occasion – and the time had flown by. Now she was about to leave him once more and the prospect of it filled him with deep dismay. He could feel a chasm of despair start to unfold in his stomach.

David watched Isabella as she opened the car door, the dome light blazing white on the porcelain smoothness of her skin. Before she got out, she turned to him. ‘You made me proud of you tonight, slave,' she said. Then she was gone ... and so was David's attack of the blues. He thought he was going to burst with happiness at what Isabella had just said to him.