Mistress Extreme (22 page)

But it was vanity that did for Jacqui in the end. ‘How can you hope to be an even half-way effective house-slave to me with all that long curly hair falling over your face?' Isabella announced one evening, after she'd given Jacqui a particularly miserable time over what she deemed to be the very poor quality of her housework. ‘When you present yourself to me tomorrow morning I want you to have cut it all off, every last strand. I want your head completely shaved so it matches your pussy. I want you as bald as an egg.'

That was a humiliation too far for Jacqui. She could just about take all the unrelenting abuse and outstandingly cruel discipline that Isabella seemed to want to inflict on her all the time. If that was what it took to remain her house-slave, then so be it. A shorter, more practical hairstyle, she could live with that, no problem. But, damn it all, to tell her to cut off
all
her beautiful tresses, that was just too much to demand.

The day was already warm when Isabella woke up. Getting out of bed, she pulled the bedroom curtains and transparent light shone brightly through the window. It had been raining for most of the last week, sheeting it down constantly, but the rain had stopped at last. Isabella called out for Jacqui but there was no response. She looked for her all over the house but she was nowhere to be seen, and nor were her few belongings. It seemed that she had gone, sneaked off, stolen away like a thief into the night.

‘Good riddance to bad rubbish,' Isabella said out loud to herself with deep disdain. She knew that this time she'd driven Jacqui off for good. ‘Now, I wonder how much further I need to push that disobedient, deceitful cunt David before he gives up the ghost too.'

Isabella was looking forward to finding that out as much as she was looking forward to being reunited with her husband, an event which was now imminent. Alan was in the process of flying back from the United States and would be home today. It was true that he had scheduled in only the briefest of visits before returning to the States to carry on building the
La Fetishista
business over there – so brief a visit, in fact, that he wasn't even bothering to bring the kinky twins with him – but his visit would be very welcome, nonetheless.

Latterly their marriage had developed into such a long distance affair that it was barely a marriage at all, Isabella had rather sadly conceded. But their shared passion for sadism left them with a powerful bond she was confident would never be broken, no matter how far apart they drifted. So, watch out David, watch the fuck out.

Alan Stern's deep-set eyes traversed the dungeon Isabella had created in his absence. It really was most impressive, he considered. For one thing, the lighting she'd had put in created just the right ambience: eerie and dim and subtly focussed on the dungeon equipment. For another thing all that equipment came from
La Fetishista
– but, of course! – and was therefore of the very highest quality. For another, nearly all of it was encased in soft black leather.

Nearly all of the people who were currently in the dungeon were also encased in soft black leather, himself included. He, Isabella, Caroline and Kate were all wearing skin-tight body suits and knee-length boots. David, by contrast was wearing nothing at all, not even the chastity device he'd had to wear ever since his incarceration. Isabella had very recently removed that item from his genitalia, not before time. But she'd done this only so that his genitals could be, as she'd gleefully informed him, “properly tortured”.

No wonder David was shaking like a leaf as he cowered before them all. No wonder his face was deathly-pale and his head bowed, his eyes never leaving the floor. No wonder there were dark smudges under those eyes. No wonder that he kept wetting his lips uneasily and that his hands were sweating. This was clearly an extremely frightened slave, a petrified slave. And he had every reason to be petrified. Alan Stern knew that for an absolute certainty because he knew what was about to happen to him.

Isabella went to stand beside her disgraced slave before turning to face the others. ‘Can I have your attention please,' she said and it suddenly became so silent in the dungeon you could have heard a pin drop. ‘First of all I would like to thank Alan for making the time during this flying visit of his to help me to organise this evening's little entertainment.'

‘You're welcome,' her husband replied with a mock-formal tilt of the head, his dark eyes glinting.

‘The reason we are here,' Isabella continued, ‘is to discipline my slave, David, and you all know why. In brief, it's because he's a disobedient, lying motherfucker.' She eyed him with the utmost contempt.

‘Could you remind us again of the rules of your entertainment?' Caroline said, not that she or Kate or Alan needed reminding in the slightest. This was for David's benefit, to rub proverbial salt into his soon-to-be anything but proverbial wounds.

‘By all means,' Isabella replied. ‘I would like each of you in turn to discipline David. Don't hold back. Be as cruel as you like, I mean
really
cruel. The only thing I would ask is that you make his punishment apt.'

‘Make the punishment fit the crime,' Kate offered.

‘Exactly,' Isabella confirmed. ‘Now, who wants to be the first to discipline him? How about you, Caroline?'

‘Sure,' the flame haired dominatrix replied, picking up a black leather hold-all, walking forward a few steps towards David and putting the bag on the floor by her side. She turned to look at Isabella. ‘May I start?'

‘Yes, please do,' Isabella said.

‘Let me tell you the way I see things here,' Caroline said, addressing her attentive leather-clad audience after directing a brief scowl at David. ‘First, this sorry excuse for a slave here must be a blind fool to have disobeyed his Mistress and done what he did with Jacqui. Hence this.' She took a black leather blindfold from out of her bag and put it over David's eyes, buckling it tightly into place behind his head. ‘Yes, a blind fool,' she repeated. ‘And a treacherous cocksucker too in the attempt he made, pathetic though it was, to deceive his Mistress.' Caroline delved into her bag again and took hold of an inflatable dildo-gag, which was also black. She instructed David to open his mouth and placed the rubber dildo inside. ‘Yes, a treacherous, deceitful cocksucker. Close your mouth, slave,' she added and there was a hiss as she worked a hand operated air pump to make the rubber in his mouth inflate. It grew ever larger, forcing his mouth apart unmercifully until it was crammed full, the cock-shaped gag wedging behind his teeth.

She went on to secure David's wrists to the steel manacles at either end of a nearby spreader bar, which was attached to ceiling chains. She secured his ankles to a similar spreader bar with manacle attachments that was on the dungeon floor immediately beneath it.

‘He has been exposed as a treacherous, deceitful cocksucker and that puts him in something of a predicament,' Caroline continued, warming further to her theme. ‘He needs to fully consider the
weight
of that predicament.' Chuckling mirthlessly, she reached once more into her bag and this time brought out three heavily weighted clamps. She attached one each to both of his nipples and, taking hold of a fold of skin below his balls, attached another to his scrotum. The pain was more intense than David could have imagined, like a fire on his flesh, and he bucked desperately against his bonds – which just made the pain even more agonizing.

Caroline then dipped again into her bag, this time picking out a retractable riding crop and lengthening it. She stood behind David and beat his backside savagely with the crop, causing jolts of pain right through his body. She then moved to his front and flicked the leather tip of the crop over the weighted clamps attached to his nipples and scrotum. Withering pain was now coursing through David's body like dark electricity.

‘Miserable, blind, treacherous, deceitful, cocksucker,' Caroline said, spitting out each of the words. ‘You really are up shit creek, aren't you? But don't worry, I've got the paddle.' She delved into her hold-all again and pulled out a heavily studded leather paddle with which she began beating David's backside furiously. ‘I'll teach you to disobey your Mistress and then try to deceive her about it, you worthless piece of shit,' she rasped, beating him mercilessly until his flesh burned with agony. Then Caroline stopped abruptly. ‘I'm done here,' she said.

‘Splendid – most impressive,' Isabella said, her eyes shining. ‘Now, how about you to go next, Alan?'

He nodded his agreement.

‘I trust you intend to be suitably excessive,' Isabella said.

‘I certainly do,' her husband replied, striding forward. ‘And may I say how impressed I was also with Caroline's contribution. It was very creative, I thought. I did think these were a particularly inspired touch.' He pointed to the weighted clamps, and then removed them from David's skin, anything but gently, causing a pain like liquid fire to burn into his flesh as he gasped and choked into his dildo gag.

‘Let me tell you how I view this regrettable matter,' Alan Stern went on in measured tones. ‘First, I think it is important that David see, and I do mean
see
, the error of his ways. So, we will take this off.' He reached behind David's head and unbuckled the tight blindfold. ‘Also, you must bear with me. I do have certain peccadilloes, shall we say. One of them is that I simply
love
to hear a slave scream in agony.' He unbuckled David's dildo-gag and let the air out of the rubber dildo. With a hiss of escaping air the dildo went soft and he pulled it from David's mouth.

He then released him from the spreader bars and clamped a hand on his hair. ‘Come this way, you pitiful fucking loser,' he said and pulled him by the hair over to the leather-covered bondage table. He told him to lie on the table on his back and then strapped his wrists and ankles to its four corners. David's body was trembling uncontrollably in its bondage and his eyes were moist with terror.

‘I have nothing but contempt for this worthless slave,' Alan went on. ‘He clearly can't hold a candle to his Mistress. But I can hold a candle to him.' He lit a large red candle and began drizzling hot wax on David's chest, genitals and the soles of his feet, causing him to gasp and cry out.

‘By trying to deceive Isabella with this thoroughly troublesome Jacqui bitch I've been hearing about he was clearly playing with fire,' Alan continued, glaring at him angrily. ‘He was just asking to get burned, as I am about to demonstrate.' He waved the candle over David's chest and torso again, dripping more burning hot wax onto his body. Then he set fire to a swirl of his body hair, just above his pubic area. David screamed in terror.

‘That's what I like to hear,' Alan said with a sadistic smile, before casually flicking out the flame.

He then released David from the bondage table, led him to the whipping bench and positioned him over it, his severely punished backside in the air.

He said, ‘Here's an old saying for you, ‘You can't flog a dead horse'. I prefer my version, though: ‘You
can
flog a live whore-son.' And that's what I'm going to do – and with the most vicious flogger I can lay my hands on, as well.'

He grasped a braided black leather whip, raised his hand high and brought the flogger down as hard as he could again and again until David was in agony, his backside patterned a deep, painful red. On and on he whipped him, laying into his backside with relentless savagery.

‘How dare you cheat on your Mistress and lie to her, you worthless son of a whore,' Alan Stern shouted, his saturnine features turning puce with rage. ‘How dare you! How dare you!' He whipped David with unrelenting viciousness until, racked with coruscating pain, he began screaming a terrible piercing scream that rose higher and higher. His voice full of ever increasing agony, he screamed and screamed.

Alan Stern let his victim's screaming run its course and then stopped torturing him. David was still in such pain that it was fogging his eyes. He was also shivering without control, his limbs jerking and trembling with the aftershock. Alan told him to stand up next to the whipping bench over which he'd just disciplined him with such savagery and to face his “audience”.

Alan's place was then taken by Kate. It rapidly became clear that the ash-blonde dominatrix was eager to at least match if not exceed his vicious efforts. Unerringly loyal as always to her former Mistress, Kate was absolutely furious with David. It radiated from her like a force field. David had broken the most cardinal rule as far as she was concerned. In her book, trust wasn't just the name of the game in BDSM. It was a holy writ. A slave should never try to deceive their Mistress,
never
. If they did they deserved every damn thing they got.

Wearing an expression like thunder, anger firing her violet eyes, she immediately launched in. ‘When Isabella told me what David had done with that treacherous little slut, Jacqui,' she said as she strode purposefully over to the still-trembling slave, ‘it really needled me.' She looked with scorn at David and then placed an open box of large sterilized needles on top of the whipping bench. ‘Yes, I was really needled,' Kate repeated. ‘Then, I thought, why should I be needled? It should be this sad fuck.' She took a large needle from the box and plunged it through David's left nipple. His nerves screamed at the needle as it scratched and dragged his skin with sharp cold agony. And David screamed too, a high, inhuman sound.

‘A prick for a prick,' she added, putting another large needle through his right nipple. He screamed again, that same inhuman noise, as the bright flash of agony shot through him. Both nipples were now raging.

‘He's been exposed as a prick, certainly,' Kate went on when his screaming had tapered off. ‘But, more than that, he's been exposed as a snake. What would be appropriate to beat this snake with? Ah yes, my snake whip.' Behind and above the hand now holding the whip, Kate's eyes remained as angry as ever. She went on, ‘All right, turn round, snake – prepare to be skinned.'

Kate dragged the thongs of the whip back and forth across David's backside for a few seconds and then made her first strike. The whip sang through the air and when it landed instantly inflamed his backside and the back of his thighs as it bit into his flesh. Again and again the snake whip seared his body and he squirmed and cringed.

Soon David was lost to the world, writhing in a dance of agony to the music of the whip on his flesh and his own agonized cries. And while he was in this trance-like state of agony something else happened, something that hadn't happened for weeks and weeks, something he really didn't want to be happening now…

Kate stopped whipping David. ‘Turn back round,' she ordered and when he did, his cock waved in the air in front of him, huge and taut and aching. Fresh agony burned sharply through his tender nipples as she pulled out first one, then the other large needle, causing on both occasions an elaborate burst of precome to spray from his cock.

‘As I say, he's just a prick,' Kate concluded. ‘I rest my case.'

Last but – God knows – by no means least, it was Isabella's turn. David looked up, his eyes wide with terror as he watched her approach. It was like watching a dark and terrible storm move in across a valley.

Isabella came to a halt before David and half turned. There followed a tense hush, every ear in the dungeon directed to her. Then she broke the silence. ‘I'll be very brief,' the dominatrix said, gazing directly at her cowering slave and giving him the most pitiless of looks, her eyes cold and hard. ‘I'm dumping you, David. End of story.'

David felt as if he was half floating out of his body, that it was going to die on him. He let out a strangled cry of anguish. ‘No, Mistress, please,' he pleaded, the expression on his face desperate, his eyes wild. His very worst fear, his worst nightmare, had been that she would do this.

‘I've said all I have to say,' Isabella replied, her features now cast in stone.

‘Can I say something?' David begged. ‘Please, Mistress, please?'

‘Go on,' she said with evident reluctance, still stony-faced.

‘Everything I've been accused of being here this evening is true, every last word of it – I've been a prick, a snake …'

Isabella gave a snort of derision. ‘Tell me something I don't already know.'

‘I deeply regret what I did, Mistress. I'd give anything to turn back the clock, anything.'

‘You can't though, can you?' she said, giving him another cold hard stare.

Struggling desperately under that pitiless stare, David replied, ‘No, Mistress, but I swear I'll never let anything like that happen again, swear on my life.'

‘Irrelevant, slave,' Isabella responded brusquely. ‘Like I said, I'm ditching you. And I'm doing it as of right now.'

‘Mistress, Mistress, please, oh, please?' David was utterly distraught now. ‘I'm begging you not to dump me. Torture me like you've never tortured me before, flay me alive, do anything you like to me. But please don't desert me. You're my whole world. I worship you. I was a complete fucking idiot to do what I did with Jacqui.'

‘You were indeed.'

‘I didn't let my head do the thinking, but my cock.'

‘You said it,' she agreed, eyeing his groin; he looked down too. ‘So, what's new?' David was clearly in a state of the most chronic distress imaginable yet his cock was still ragingly hard, it was mortifying.

‘I'll change, Mistress. I will. I will,' he cried.

‘I'm not sure I want you to change,' Isabella said, toying with him now.

‘Uh?'

‘There's definitely something to be said for a man who thinks with his cock. That amazing libido of yours was one of the reasons I chose you as my house-slave in the first place, you must have realised that.' She continued, ‘now, what was that you were saying about wanting me to torture and flay you like I've never done before? You
did
say that, didn't you?'

‘Yes, Mistress, but …'

‘But me no buts, slave – it's way too late for that,' she said as she picked up a rattan cane. ‘Turn round and reach towards your toes.'

Once David was in position, he gritted his teeth and waited. Isabella brought the cane down extremely hard, its impact a pure scarlet spear of pain that caused him to let out a loud shriek. She went on to beat him over and over in rapid fire motions. Isabella brought the cane down hard in criss-cross stripes across his hips and backside, relishing the sadistic pleasure of striking his already severely punished rear with the thin, cutting instrument and listening to his shrieks of pain.

Next Isabella led David over to the horizontal torture chair that on this occasion had in place a mechanical dildo attachment, which she lubricated before she strapped him into the chair. She buckled his wrists so that they were held behind his head and his legs so that his knees were held up and wide apart. David concentrated on relaxing his sphincter muscles as best he could in order to accommodate the giant rubber phallus that she now pushed against his anal hole. The head of the dildo popped through his sphincter immediately and he absorbed it with a cry of pain. At the same time his cock hardened still further and let out a spurt of precome that splattered back down onto his torso.

Isabella started the machine and the dildo began to push all the way in and all the way out of David's anus. It picked up speed too and he cried out as it jerked in and out of him. There was only intense pain at first but eventually this turned into hot, exquisite pleasure from each energetic thrust of the mechanical dildo as his internal muscles contracted and released around it. Pure pain had become pure pleasure – which Isabella was definitely
not
prepared to allow, and which was why she turned the machine off.

Once she had brought the mechanical dildo to a stop she pulled it from David's anus and he felt lubricant trickle from his hole. Isabella released him from the horizontal torture chair and led him across to the horse, strapping him across it on his front. She picked up a heavy leather flogger and began whipping his rear. Isabella used the flogger to sear David's uplifted backside over and over, making him jump and strain against his bonds. His rear now burned like a raging inferno and the resounding crack of each blow mingled with his tortured cries of pain.

Next Isabella released David from the horse and told him to lie flat on his back on the dungeon floor. She took hold of a genital lead made of chain and leather and, kneeling down briefly, buckled it tightly into place round the base of his achingly erect cock and the top of his scrotum. Isabella then stood up, told David to get on to all fours, and yanked at the lead so that his genitals were pulled back hard between his thighs. Still grasping the genital lead, she took hold of a cat o'nine tails and rained it down onto David's backside, taking care to catch his cock and balls with it as frequently as possible. The pain was excruciating and David sobbed and whimpered at the agony of trying to bear it, tears cascading down his face and onto the dungeon floor in a constant stream.

Isabella then unbuckled and removed the genital lead and led David over to the vertical torture chair. She strapped him to it on his back, and attached clamps to his nipples and genitals. Isabella kept adding magnetic metal weights to these, each one causing fresh agony to burn through his body. It was like nothing less than Hell on earth for David. His eyes bugged, his face went red, the veins popped on his neck.

Finally the agony was too much for him and he was overpowered by it completely, reaching the absolute end of his tether. His whole world suddenly exploded into crimson agony and, screaming for mercy, he climaxed in great bursting spasms. The orgasm Isabella had ripped from David seemed to go on forever as he screamed and screamed maniacally, spraying out an endless load of come.