Brought To Heel (Vintage Erotic Novel) - Anju Quewea - ebook
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This is a Vintage Erotic, Adult Novel... Full of sexual adventures... Involving a sexy and Seductive girl... Full of Sex, Surprises and Unusual Naughty Twists.

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Brought To Heel

CHAPTER ONEThe slave cringed on the floor. He was crying. He was nude, and his ass bore the bright red marks of a recent whipping.Monica looked down at him. Slobbering, he tried to kiss her booted feet, but she kicked him away.She was thirty-two years old, tall, brunette. She had a buxom hourglass figure, and long, strong legs.Her hair was midnight black. It hung to the middle of her back. Her eyebrows were arched and dark, her eyes cool and grey, and her mouth red-lipped and luscious.She wore a black satin nightie and high heels. Her hair was tousled from sleep. She had awakened a short time ago.The nightie had a low-cut, plunging neckline. Her breasts were high and firm. The neckline displayed her cleavage, and the soft rounded swell of her breasts.Her nipples were hard. They were outlined against the satin fabric.The nightie was very short. Its hem came to the tops of her thighs. The hem was trimmed with black lace.She wasn't wearing panties. When she moved, the hem rode up, revealing her dark, thick pubic bush.Her high heels accentuated the contours of her calves and thighs. The heels were black patent leather, with sharp pointed toes.Her slave's name was George. He was forty-eight years old. His body was soft, and he had a pot belly. His breasts sagged, and the hair on his chest was iron-gray.His face was round, red, and tear-stained. He had bushy eyebrows and a slight double chin. His eyes were moist.His plump ass was criss-crossed with red lines and welts. Monica had whipped him with a thin, flexible rod.It was eight o'clock in the morning in this suburb of Los Angeles, but time and space, the real world, ceased to exist in Monica's house.Heavy opaque curtains were drawn over the windows, shutting out all outside light. The lamps in the studio room were lit.George wept. Monica put her boot on his shoulder, and pushed.He toppled over and fell on his side. His cock was hard and red. He had gotten an erection when she stripped him and whipped him, and it was still as hard as ever.She said, "Look at you. You're pathetic. You look like Humpty-Dumpty lying there."He blubbered, "Mistress, I-""Shut up!"Monica bent down and slapped his face. The impact stung her palm. It left a bright red imprint on his cheek.She said, "Nobody gave you permission to speak, idiot! Keep your fucking mouth shut until I tell you to open it!"He bobbed his head in agreement.Monica gripped his nipple between her scarlet, sharp-pointed fingernails. She dug them into the nipple until George cried out in pain.She slapped his face again. "I told you to keep quiet!"He flinched as she grabbed his cock. She pushed him down so he was lying on his back on the carpet. She held his cock straight up.It was hot against her cool palm. A blue vein on the shaft throbbed. She held the cock so that the head rose out of the top of her fist.She said, "Christ, you're horny. A whipping doesn't make your cock go soft, it makes it harder. I bet you're dying to fuck me."She toyed with his cock, sliding her long fingers up and down the shaft. His balls were swollen. He gasped when she fondled them.Monica said, "Look at me."She raised the hem of her nightie above her waist. Her pubic bush was thick and dark, a tangle of soft matted hair.She didn't have to tell George to look at her pussy. He was doing that without having to be instructed.Monica rubbed her pussy lips. Her index finger slipped between her labia. She was wet inside. Whipping slaves always affected her that way.She withdrew her finger. It glistened with her juices. She said, "Open your mouth, and suck."She stuck her finger into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around it. They were puckered. She shoved the finger in and out of his mouth."That's about all you're good forsucking," she said. "And if the truth be known, you don't do that too well, either."His cock quivered against her palm. The finger slid in and out of his lips. His tongue worked on the finger.Monica said, "I'm starting to wonder if you're worth the trouble of keeping as a slave. You're ugly. You look like a piece of shit when I put you in dresses. I've tried and tried to think of what good you can do me, and I just can't think of a thing.""Lucky for you I'm so tender-hearted and generous. It would destroy you if I dropped you from my stable of slaves. What would you have to live for then, I wonder?"Nothing, I'm sure. Because that's what you are-nothing. You're a zero, a cipher, a meaningless nullity. I don't even know why I bother with you."While she spoke, she continued to fondle his balls. They were tight in the sac.He made slurping sounds while he sucked her finger.Monica said, "In addition to collecting cash tributes from you, I should get them from your wife, too. I'm doing her a great big favor.""If she knew how kinky you are, she'd probably throw up. I'd like to see what would happen if you asked her to beat your ass, or do some of the things I do to you."She'd serve you with the divorce papers so fast your head would spin. She'd never have to work a day in her life. Your alimony payments would keep her in style."I wonder what she's doing today? Right now, she's probably getting ready for some little rendezvous scheduled for later in the day. She's making herself pretty for one of those handsome tennis pros, or golden beach boys that you've told me she likes so well."Just think, she'll be with one of them later. She'll get down on her knees and take his good stiff cock into her mouth and suck it. When he comes in her mouth, she'll gulp it all down."She wouldn't do that for you, though. I don't blame her. I'd never, never take that nasty thing in my mouth, no I wouldn't. My mouth will remain forever closed to you-and so will my pussy."Ah, that hurts, doesn't it? I'm so close to you, I'm sure you can smell my cunt. It's all wet inside. All I'd have to do is sit on that cock of yours, and fuck you till you're crazy."But I won't. Not ever. I take some of my slaves to bed and do all the things to them that you want me to do to you. Dream on, slave. It will never happen to you."Monica released his cock and stood up. She crossed the studio floor to a large wooden cabinet on the opposite wall.She opened the double doors of the cabinet. Inside were rows of drawers with little knobbed handles.She pulled out one of the drawers. Inside it were many pairs of panties.They were all extra-large in size, so they could fit on her male slaves. They came in all shapes and colors.There were triangular cache-sexes, little more than G-strings. There were bikini style panties, baggy bloomers, satin tap pants.The colors ranged from soft pastels like pink, pale blue, and beige, to lurid reds and blacks.Monica selected a pair of pink panties with a large waist size. They were plain and not too expensive.She returned to George. He hadn't moved. His hands were stretched out on the floor over his head.She said, "I'm surprised that you didn't try to jerk off while my back was turned. You know that I'd beat your ass bloody if you did, but that's never stopped you before."She knelt down. The deep-pile carpet was soft and furry against her skin."I don't want to risk getting any of your nasty come on my pretty nightie," she. said. "So I'll just take it off."She pulled off the nightie and tossed it on a chair nearby. Now she was totally nude except for her high heels.Her breasts were large and lush. Her skin was golden-bronze and gleaming, and she had an all-over tan. Her rich bronze coloring contrasted with her dark mane of hair, and her black pubic bush.George stared at her. His chest rose and fell with slow, deep breathing.Monica said, "I must be feeling rather merciful today. I'm going to permit you to come this morning."He started to thank her, but she quickly cut him off: "Please, save your breath. I don't have the stomach to listen to your ramblings this morning. And I'm not in the mood to whip you again for speaking out of turn. So do yourself and me a favor, and shut up."She dangled the panties over his face. "Do you like them? What a silly question, of course you do. They're somewhat cheap and tacky, but then, so are you."She dropped the panties on his cock. She wrapped them around his member, then closed her hand around it.She moved her hand up and down, rubbing the panties against his shaft. George stared up at her with adoring spaniel eyes, wet and brown.As her hand worked on his cock, Monica's breasts bobbed and jiggled.She said, "If I was doing this to any other slave, I'd sit on his face and make him eat me. But you're not entitled to that privilege, my pink and piggy one.""I wish your wife Sylvia could see this. That would really be something. I'm sure she'd get a real laugh out of seeing one of the biggest men in Hollywood jerking off into a pair of panties."Of course, she might not be able to spare the time from her boyfriends. There's so many gorgeous young men who'd love to fuck her pussy and mouth and ass. And sooner or later, most of them will."But what did you expect, Georgie? Georgie Porgie? When a rich middle-aged man marries a hot young wife, he can expect just what you're getting-contempt."Maybe if Sylvia knew about the things you do with your mouth, she wouldn't be so selfish. She might share her boyfriends with you. When they get bored fucking her, they can come in your mouth."Monica spoke slowly, in a kind of hypnotic chant. As she spoke she massaged his stiff cock with the panties.Her last remarks were delivered in a hoarse, insinuating whisper. She moved her hand faster and faster.George groaned, then shuddered. He squeezed his eyes shut, and whipped his head from side to side.His cock quivered as he shot semen into the panties.Monica arranged the panties on his shaft so that they would catch all his come.George's face burned red. His eyes opened. They were rolled up in his head so that only the whites showed.Monica gave him a few more tosses. The last drops of come were squeezed out of his swollen balls. They dribbled out of the glans of his cock.She removed the panties. The cock head was oiled with semen. The red member jerked some more, and a final drop of semen oozed out of the tip.Monica got up and put the panties on a whipping saw horse close at hand.George's chest rose and fell with deep breathing. His plump belly rippled.Monica crossed to the wooden cabinet. She took out a butt plug, a pair of handcuffs, a jar of lubricant, and two lengths of silken cloth.She returned to the center of the room where George lay. She put down the implements on a table.She kicked him in the flanks. "On your feet, Georgie girl!"George sat up. His semi-erect cock fell against his thigh. He groaned from the effort of standing up.Monica held up her finger and licked the underside of it. She ran the finger against her nipples. They glistened with saliva.She said, "I bet you'd give anything-do anything, no matter how degrading it wasjust to be able to suck these titties."She cupped her breasts, and lifted them. She fondled herself and shivered."Not for you, pig," she said. "But don't think that your mistress is neglecting you. I've planned a very full day for you-in the cage.""No!" he said. "Not the cage, please!"She slapped him. She did it with cool, clinical detachment. "That, outburst just bought you an extra hour in the cage.""But, Mistress-"She slapped him again. "Two extra hours. Want to try for three?" He shook his head no.Monica scratched her head. "That's what amazes me about slaves like you. You know the rules, and then you deliberately break them. I warn you to keep your fucking mouth shut, so naturally you open it and say something stupid!"Shit, you can't be that fucking dumb. The only answer is that you like to be punished. You break the rules so Mistress will hurt you some more."Well, let's see how much you like the punishment I've planned for you today. Hold out your hands."George held out his hands. Monica clapped the gleaming handcuffs on his wrists and locked them into place.She said, "If you won't restrain yourself willingly, Mistress will be more than glad to do it for you. If you can't voluntarily keep quiet, I'll just have to gag you!"She took the pink panties he had come in, and wadded them up in a tight ball. "Open your mouth."He looked sick, but he obeyed. Monica pushed the panties between his jaws.She took one of the silken cords and jammed it into his mouth like a bit. It pressed against the panties, holding them tightly in place.She stood in back of him, and pulled the cloth tight. It stretched the corners of his mouth into the parody of a leer.She knotted the ends of the cord at the back of his head. She checked it to make sure that it was good and tight. It was.At one corner of the studio sat an iron cage. It was three feet high, four feet long, and two feet wide.It was made of iron bars welded together in a grid work. The square spaces between the bars were big enough to stick a hand through, and no bigger.A padlock held the top of the cage in place, but it wasn't locked now. Monica slipped the padlock out of the eyebolts, and lifted the top of the cage.She commanded George to lean forward. He bent forward from the waist, and leaned against the edge of the cage to support himself.She showed him the butt plug. George turned white under his California tan.Monica laughed. "That's right, you know what this is for, don't you? I've used this little toy on you before."It comes in handy, particularly with pigs like you who've been known to soil themselves. And I can't have you mussing my clean cage, can I?"She opened the jar of lubricant. The goo was pale white. She dipped her fingers into it, and scooped out a fat dollop.She made George spread his feet wider apart. She parted his plump buttocks. He winced at her rough handling of his whipped bottom.Monica smeared the goo in the crack of his ass. His anus was brown and puckered. She stuffed plenty of the jelly into it.She smeared the butt plug with the jelly. The goo glistened on the device.George shivered when she touched the head of the plug to his anus. It quivered and contracted in reaction.She shoved the plug past his tight sphincter muscle and into his rectum. George's grunt could be heard even through his panty gag.Her fingers' were oily with the jelly. She wiped them clean on his bottom.George was too out of shape to climb into the cage, so Monica opened one of the side panels as well."Into your kennel, dog," she said gaily. "If I sound happy, it's because I am. I won't have to look at ypur ugly face and body for a while."George stepped into the cage. The floor of it was made of iron bars covered with a thin black rubber mat.Monica pushed downward on his shoulder. "Down, boy."George got on his knees. Inside the cage was a length of chain fastened to the bars. Monica looped the chain between his handcuffed wrists, and locked it into place."That way, you won't be able to remove the gag or the plug," she said. "Not to mention that you won't be able to jerk off, either, which I know you'd do just as soon as I left."Monica patted his head on its bald spot. She lowered the cage top into place, and closed the side panel.She slipped the prongs of the padlock through the eyebolts, and snapped the lock in place.George was now sealed into the cage. He could neither stand nor lie down. All he could do was kneel or crouch.Monica said, "Oh, one thing more that I forgot to mention in all the excitement. I'm going to be showing you off to some friends of mine later today. They could use a good laugh, and you fit the bill."George's eyes widened with fear."Think about that while I'm gone," Monica said.She lifted a large black velvet dropcloth, and covered the cage with it. It blocked the top and the sides, and fell in folds to the floor.Now George would have to suffer in total darkness as well."Out of sight, out of mind," Monica said.The most unpleasant part of the day was done, and early, too. She was a dominatrix professionally and personally.She loved to dominate and mold beautiful male and female slaves, but rich and generous slaves like George helped pay the bills with their cash tributes.She wished she had enough money so that she could retire professionally, and devote herself to training a stable of beautiful submissives who would serve her pleasure.At any rate, the rest of the day's events would be more enjoyable. She had quite a full itinerary; it would be a busy and productive day.She exited the studio, and went into her bedroom to get dressed.Monica stepped into a one-piece black satin jumpsuit. It had a multiplicity of zippers, snaps, and buttons which could be opened and closed in various ways.She didn't put on any undergarments. She liked the feel of satin on her naked flesh. Her breasts were firm and high, so she didn't need a bra for support.A silver zipper ran from crotch to neck. She zipped it shut, leaving it open from the top of her chest to her throat.It fit her like a second skin. Reflected highlights gleamed in the shimmering surface of the material, outlining the curves of her body.She put on a pair of open-toed, high-heeled black shoes. She fastened the thin leather straps which ran across the top of her feet.She opened her closet. It was stuffed with garments and costumes. She selected the. ones she would use today and tonight, and laid them out on a bed.She opened a neat traveler's suitcase, and carefully packed her clothes and footgear and devices inside.She sat at her vanity, turned on the lights that surrounded the mirror, and applied makeup to her face.She used a light touch, since it was day. Later, she would apply it more dramatically, once night had come.She brushed out her mane of black hair. It was thick and glossy and wavy. It crackled with static electricity when she ran the brush bristles through it.She tossed the brush into the suitcase. A hair brush was always handy in her profession, whether for grooming or disciplinary purposes.She took the phone off the hook, and dialed a number. It ran five times before being picked up on the other end.A girl said, "Hello?""This is Monica. I'd like to speak to Whitey, please.""Just a moment." Monica waited.Whitey said, "Hello, Monica?"She said, "I have a little job for you today, remember?"