Mistress Extreme (23 page)

After experiencing an ordeal as harrowing as that there was a bit of sorely-needed good news for David the next day. There was however some bad, some
lousy
news for him as well. The good news was this: Isabella told David that as soon as she'd seen her husband off at Gatwick airport and returned to Brighton she was going to release him from the dungeon. She was as good as her word and did this straight away upon her return. Also she did not kick David out of the house and out of her life, which had been – and continued to be – his worst fear of all.

The bad news was that, on letting David out of the dungeon, Isabella made it crystal clear to him that he remained as much as ever
persona non grata
with her. And that coloured everything as far as David was concerned. Knowing that he was still in complete disgrace with his Mistress meant that he continued to dwell as much as ever under a black cloud of mortification and abject fear about his future. Nothing had fundamentally changed at all.

‘I'm going out presently, slave,' Isabella informed David one evening, several days after she'd released him from his incarceration in the dungeon.

‘Yes, Mistress,' he replied meekly.

‘Remind me where I'm going.'

‘To an orgy at Mistress Kate's house, Mistress.'

‘Mistress Caroline will be bringing your friend Matthew to the orgy,' she said tauntingly. ‘I
did
tell you that, didn't I?'

‘Yes, Mistress.'

‘Remind me why I'm not bringing you, slave.'

‘As a further punishment, Mistress.'

‘What for?' she asked.

‘For my disobedience and deceitfulness, Mistress.'

‘Correct. And what do I require you to do in my absence?'

‘Kneel in the corner of the room with my face to the wall and reflect on my shortcomings, Mistress,' David replied.

‘That's right,' Isabella said. ‘Do that now. Get into position.'

‘Yes, Mistress.' David immediately did as he'd been told and at the same time Isabella strode towards the living room door. Just before leaving the room she turned and said, ‘Goodbye, slave. I'm going off to the orgy now.'

‘Goodbye, Mistress,' he replied. ‘I'm most desperately sorry for what I did. I'd do anything to make things right. I'd …' It was too late. She'd already gone. It was funny, though, he hadn't heard the front door shut. Isabella poked her head round the living room door. ‘OK, you can come with me to the orgy.'

He turned to look at her. ‘Mistress?'

‘I said you can come with me.'

‘Why the change of heart, Mistress?'

‘I've decided to forgive you.'

David could hardly believe his ears. ‘Why, Mistress?'

‘I think you've suffered enough.'

Isabella parked her car just past the entrance gate to Kate's house, a double-fronted property close to the seafront in Hove. The last slither of the sun was sinking into the sea and a warm orange light suffused the air around Isabella and David as they walked up the front path. The door opened a crack soon after Isabella had rung the bell and it was a stark naked Kate who let them in and ushered them into the living room. It was not only Kate that was nude, as quickly became apparent. Tony, Caroline and Matthew were all also stripped for action. And very soon Isabella and David were as well.

It was only then that David realised that Isabella had duped him. He realised it for the simple reason that she told him so. And precisely what it was that Isabella told David sent waves of sickness coursing through his brain. Suddenly Isabella seemed to be addressing both David and the other naked occupants of the room at the same time. ‘All right, slave, here's the deal with this orgy,' she announced. ‘You will be required to pleasure everyone here, bring each of us in turn to a climax. We, on our part will do our best to bring you to orgasm, which you must resist at all costs. If you are successful you get to go home with me tonight.'

‘And if I fail, Mistress?' David had suddenly gone a sickly shade of pale.

‘You'll go back to your own home alone, I'll go back to my home – and I'll shut you out of my life for good. I'll have nothing further to do with you for as long as you live.'

David's face became even paler, as white as a sheet, and his head began to swim. He stammered, ‘Y … you c … can't be serious about this, Mistress.'

‘Never more so,' Isabella replied and David could see from the look on her face now that this was indeed the case. She was positively glowing with malice. ‘If you blow this, David,' she went on, a mocking light in her eyes, ‘you'll be completely fucked, and not in a nice way!'

‘So, when you said you'd forgiven me, Mistress …' The sickness was mounting even more, making him dizzier. He felt as if the ground underneath him was no longer stable but tilting, this way and that.

‘That's right. I lied,' Isabella said, smiling thinly. ‘But, of course, you know all about lying, don't you?'

‘Yes, Mistress.' David closed his eyes for a second, trembling, trying to force down the ever rising tide of panic. This couldn't be happening, it couldn't. Isabella had said she'd forgiven him, that he'd suffered enough.

Isabella looked away from David and then right through him. ‘Now, speaking for myself, I feel incredibly horny,' she said. ‘So let's have no more crap from you, David. Make a start – get on with pleasuring me.'

‘Yes, Mistress,' David replied shakily although he felt himself starting – just starting – to rally. It was true that he was still in an advanced state of shock but it was beginning to disintegrate, still in him but spread through his body, less and less a centralised force. And mixing with it, adulterating it, was a real feeling of resolve. It was already beginning to harden … and so was his cock; it was stiffening more by the moment.

David was determined to succeed against all the odds in what would undoubtedly be by far the most difficult challenge of any of those that Isabella had set him since he'd first fallen under her hypnotic spell. In a perverse way, the fact that what was being required of him was so incredibly difficult and that there was so much – everything – at stake, turned him on inordinately. The colour had begun to come back into David's cheeks, his mouth had gone dry with sexual anticipation and his blood was now rushing through his veins, making his shaft rigidly erect now. He mustn't fail this time, it was vital; he wouldn't fail.

Isabella told David to kneel in front of her as she lay back on the sumptuous black leather couch that graced Kate's elegant living room. ‘Masturbate me,' she said, spreading her legs wide apart. David plunged two fingers of one hand into her pussy, which was drenched: all ripe and ready for him. He also began to tease her shiny clitoris with the middle finger of his other hand.

‘Get to work with your tongue now, slave,' Isabella ordered him next and he pressed his lips to her sex, pushing his tongue in and licking her labia and clit.

‘Lie on your back on the floor,' was her next instruction to David and when he did his hard cock stood up like a flagpole. Isabella climbed off the couch swung her hips over his face so that he could continue to eat her pussy. He sucked at her clitoris with his mouth, his tongue both tender and rough, while she pulled up and down on his aching shaft with an insistent rhythm.

‘Fuck me now and fuck me hard,' Isabella ordered as she climbed off him, her breasts jiggling, thighs quivering. ‘Take me from behind.' She got on to all fours and David positioned himself behind her and thrust his cock deep into her pussy, which was now even more slick and oozing and wet for him. He went on to fuck her with strong, fast thrusts, pumping into her more and more until she climaxed powerfully.

‘That's one down,' Isabella said after she'd allowed her orgasm to fade. ‘And an easy one too – I've never allowed you to ejaculate inside me, and you never have. It was frankly unthinkable that you would have broken that particular rule on this of all occasions. So, as I say, that's one easy one down. Four more to go, though.
Four
. Get flat on your back again, slave. Kate, straddle his face and blow him please.'

The ash-blonde domme immediately did Isabella's bidding. She squatted over David's face, pushing her sex onto his mouth, and he stuck out his tongue to lick her juices. At the same time she leant forward and fastened her own bright lips tight on his cock, which was moist at its tip. She sucked that moistness away, prompting an agonized whimper from David. He had to bring Kate to climax as soon as possible or he'd be finished, he realised, and he began to move his tongue very quickly over the lips of her sex. He licked and licked at her, slurping and swallowing, but that only made her redouble her efforts as she sucked even more violently on his stiff cock. And then she abruptly stopped … but only to change positions.

Kate lay flat on her stomach before David, stretched her lips and wrapped them purposefully around his cock again. He balanced himself on his elbows and she looked into his eyes, a wicked glint in her own. David could feel his pleasure rising dangerously as she took his shaft deep into her throat. She pulled it out again slowly, accentuating the pressure of her lips, aware that his breathing was getting faster, and then plunged it deep in her throat again. And so she continued. If she carries on much longer like this, David said to himself fearfully, I'll be completely done for.

But she didn't. Kate stopped blowing him, sat on the floor with her legs parted and demanded that he pleasure her with his fingers and then his tongue. David lay on his front between her thighs and tried very hard to calm down as he fingered her pussy and played with her clit. She arched upwards, her knees up and legs spread wide as he went on to expertly tongue her sex, licking deep inside her.

‘Get on to your back again,' Kate said next and when David did she sat on his aching erection and began riding him. He moaned with her movements as she slid up and down on his shaft, her pussy tight and moist. Then, groaning deeply, she climaxed while David held himself back from the brink with an absolutely monumental effort of will.

‘That's two down,' Kate said as she climbed from his shaking body.

‘You're doing OK so far, David,' Isabella said. ‘But let's not forget that you still have three more people to bring to orgasm. Now you, Tony.'

Tony came forward, his cock full and stiff, and David immediately got on to his knees and began working on his shaft energetically with his mouth. With a bit of luck he didn't think it would take him long to make Tony come if he kept working at it hard. This time he'd suck
him
dry, and he'd be damn quick about it. But all too soon Kate got back into the act again. ‘Get on to your hands and knees, David,' she told him, and he did this while continuing to suck Tony's cock as vigorously as he could. Kate knelt behind David and pressed her lips to his anus, hot and tight. His anal muscles pulsed around her slippery tongue as it wiggled and wiggled. It made David burn with a pleasure that he so did not want to be experiencing.

‘I've just been getting you ready for a good butt fucking,' Kate explained after a while, gesturing to Tony to get into position to do the deed. Tony then replaced Kate in kneeling behind him and prised the cheeks of his backside apart. David felt the head of Tony's cock, wet with precome mingled with his own saliva, rub gently against the ring of muscles at the entrance to his anus. Tony pushed inside skilfully, going deep into his rear, sending tremors of anguished delight through his body.

Tony entered and re-entered David, thrusting faster all the time. He soon climaxed, which was a great relief to David. Even so, the sensation of his fellow slave's hot come gushing up his anus very nearly pushed him over the edge. But it didn't. He held himself rigidly in check, all too aware that if he didn't he would lose forever the most important person in his life, the person who gave him his very reason for living.

‘Three down,' Isabella said, grasping David firmly by the hair and pulling him to his feet. ‘Now let's join Mistress Caroline and Matthew.'

While David had been busy pleasuring for all he was worth first Isabella, then Kate and finally Tony, Caroline had been busy as well, employing her rope bondage skills on Matthew. When Isabella dragged David over to her she was standing above Matthew who was kneeling upright on the shiny wooden floor, his body expertly tied with black bondage rope at the torso, upper arms, wrists and thighs. His shaft was as hard as a rock.

‘May we?' Isabella said to Caroline, pointing towards the tumescent slave in his rope bondage.

‘You certainly may.'

‘Two to go,' Isabella said, her eyes gleaming. She let go of David's hair and pushed him forward roughly. She looked at his erection, which was now positively bloated, seemingly ready to erupt at any second. She ordered him to put it into Matthew's mouth, telling Matthew to suck him off, and he obeyed with all diligence – or
appeared
to. David needed all the help he could get at this critical point and his old friend Matthew, who had never once let him down for as long as they'd known one another, didn't let him down now.

Matthew's tongue worked on David's shaft and licked its thickness, yes, but not anything like as vigorously as he appeared to be doing. He was careful to hold back too, always stopping when he felt David's pleasure mounting perilously close to the point of no return. And because he did, David was able to as well – just. He did not climax but he did eject a stream of precome into his friend's mouth. And this triggered – Matthew
made
it trigger – Matthew's own climax. With a series of intense moans, he climaxed, the hot flesh of his cock spilling its fiery load onto the shiny floor beneath him.

Matthew then immediately widened his lips, extracted David's cock from his mouth and bent forward as quickly as his rope bonds would allow in order to lick up his own ejaculate. In so doing he was anticipating the almost inevitable instruction from his Mistress to perform that very act and – the true reason for his action – giving David a desperately needed breather.

‘Four down, David,' Isabella said, her voice rasping. ‘Only one left. Caroline, over to you.'

The flame haired dominatrix started by kissing David's mouth aggressively hard, her tongue slipping and sliding ardently over his. Next she moved her lips down his neck to his chest and then to his nipples. She first kissed and then bit them, causing David to moan in pleasure and pain. His heart was hammering with excitement, his shaft throbbing.

Next Caroline ordered David to kneel down and she did the same. She knelt to one side of him and then brought her head down so that she could blow him. His heart rate increased even further; his shaft throbbed harder still. While Caroline licked and sucked his cock he began to masturbate her, first grinding his fingers against her stiff clit and then working inside the wetness of her pussy. David twisted three of his fingers deep inside Caroline and plunged them in hard over and over again.

This robust finger-fucking was not, as it turned out, a good idea at this perilous stage in the proceedings as it made Caroline markedly increase her attentions to David's cock. She began to suck his shaft with all the enthusiasm that Matthew had feigned, making him tremble with a desire so incredibly strong that it threatened to overwhelm him at any moment. David could feel lust rushing through him now, tight and urgent, and he felt desperate beyond measure for release.

Mercifully Caroline stopped all of a sudden. She lay on her back with her thighs wide apart and David crawled down so that he could lick her clit while working his fingers in and out of her sodden pussy. He was so close to climaxing now it was almost unendurable. His lust had swilled right up to bursting point. Even the pressure of the floor on his shaft could easily have brought him to an orgasm and he did his best to lift himself away from it. He just
had
to make Caroline come soon before it was too late.

David worked his fingers feverishly in and out of her pussy and kissed and licked her clitoris as if his life depended on bringing her to an urgent climax. And in a very real sense it did depend on it. Isabella
was
his life. Without her he would cease to exist. Christ, what on earth had he been thinking to have put everything he held most dear at such severe risk in the way that he had? And for what, for God's sake? For a quick blow job from that manipulative screw-up, Jacqui, that was all. He must have been stark staring mad to have allowed that to happen, certifiably insane.

Finally, David's frantic finger-fucking of Caroline and the equally frantic cunnilingus he was performing on her brought the dominatrix to a peak. She began to tremble without control and then came to a noisy, shuddering climax. ‘Five down. None to go,' she said with a gasp, still revelling in the last quivers of her orgasm.

David let out a sigh of relief. He had won through, only barely and with more than a little help from his old friend, Matthew – considerably more than a little help, truth be told. The important thing, though, was that he had won through. But had he? He couldn't be absolutely certain. Only Isabella could say for sure. She was the ultimate arbiter of his fate.

David lifted himself to his knees and gazed up beseechingly at her, his face wet with Caroline's juices, his erection still pounding from the orgasm he'd just about managed to avert. He bit his lip and waited.

Isabella took her own good time. She gazed back at David, her eyes as black as night, her expression unreadable. After an endless, agonizing silence she spoke. ‘If I agree to reinstate you as my house-slave, David, do I have your word that you will always comply with your slave agreement and never disobey me again?'

‘Absolutely, Mistress,' he said, trembling with emotion.

‘Will you ever try to deceive me again?' she asked, holding him with her eyes.

‘Never, Mistress.' He could feel his heart pumping wildly away, his erection throbbing wildly away too. Say it, Mistress, say it.

Silence.

The pounding of David's heart – and of his cock – grew wilder and wilder.

Silence, unbearable silence.

‘OK, I'll reinstate you,' Isabella said finally. ‘But this is absolutely your last chance.'

David's pounding heart leapt violently. His pounding cock leapt violently too. ‘Thank you, thank you, Mistress,' he blurted out in delight, his whole body shaking. ‘Thank yo … oh … oh …' he added incoherently, as he began a long drawn-out moan, pulsing uncontrollably with the climax he simply could not restrain a single moment longer. David was overtaken by an orgasm of the most incredible intensity he had ever experienced; the muscular spasms ripped through him like a tsunami.

Spurt after spurt of hot come shot out of his cock and into the air, raining in profusion onto the shiny wooden floor beneath him.

David did not need to be told what to do when that mind-blowing orgasm was finally over and he had spurted at last to a stop. He brought his lips to the come-bespattered floor and started to lick and swallow, working away with his mouth and throat.

His mind was working away too. Isabella had – joy of joys – decided not to cast him out of her life forever but to reinstate him as her house-slave instead. But she'd made it clear that she would give him no more second chances. It was absolutely essential that he get it right this time and there was only one way to do that, wasn't there.

He'd have to make certain, come what may, that he was always a “good boy” from now on. There really was no other alternative. And that was just fine by David. It was more than that, so much more: it was perfect – because this time he wouldn't be living a lie. This time he'd be being true to himself. This time he wouldn't lose
Her
, the only woman in the world. He felt it in his bones that this was so. He felt it for sure, knew it for certain, and it was all he needed to know.

David lifted his face and looked up with eyes shining with devotion at his cruel Mistress. He was ready and willing to do whatever she told him to do next, ready to do that for the rest of his life.

His sense of elation was total, his delight complete. David felt that at last, broken though he was, he was also whole, that finally it all made sense.