Big Bad Wolf (or how I learned to Love my Rapist)

 

 

BIG BAD WOLF 2

THE ULTIMATE SUBMISSION

 

Chloe must serve her Master even though his wishes alarm her. Shane is her all powerful all dominant Master, and then a fellow submissive comes to play, and she has no idea of the impact Johnny Poppers will have on her future...

        Story codes:
        M/f, M+/m, modification, voyeurism, B/D, S/M, hair, slavery, bondage, documentary, reluctant, torture, Extreme, Heavy, Serious, Hardcore, violent

 

 

I had been married to Shane for two weeks and I still had no regrets. Lisa loved me as a friend all the more, because I was the one who had removed the bane of her life from her household and she now had the peace and quiet she craved - and whatever else it was that she couldn't stand about her brother no longer bothered her. She often called, chatted on the phone, but seldom came round the house. Shane was still out of work and I didn't push him over this issue, the last time I had pushed him he had gone silent on me and walked out of the house and not come back for three days. I'd worried and called his mobile and got no answer. When he came back all he said was he had been with a friend. I knew he was faithful to me, for one thing no other woman would want to live the way we did, unless she was very rare and besides he had promised me that he loved me and I knew his words were true. He promised me I'd get to meet his friend, who he said he had known since school.

He had also promised he would arrange for me to have some intimate piercings but he hadn't arranged it yet. In  a way I was relieved because although the idea thrilled me I was a little scared, sometimes at night when he was sleeping I would slide my fingers down and stroke my bare cunt and wonder how it would feel when the needle went through. I had masturbated over it and when I came  saw the needle sliding through my skin but I couldn't imagine the level of pain. After our first time together, the day I had let him change me so much, I had quickly got used to the fisting, and found if his hand was in my arse up to the knuckles and the hole was stretched wide enough I could come hard and the pain of the stretching as I orgasmed and throbbed was amazingly exquisite. I had noticed the only downside to this new activity was I was a little incontinent and sometimes if I needed the toilet urgently I would stain my underwear, because my rectum was stretched now it didn't close as tightly as it used to. But it was painless and comfortable and what he had done to me was our special secret. I did not regret it. I had never known pleasure like he had shown me.And when he was having one of his softer moments he would hold me and embrace me and we would be like any other couple. Our common bond was love, but my servitude was our most precious of bonds. It was sacred and I welcomed everything he did to me because he was my master. Summer had faded now into autumn and one morning I was sitting at the dressing table, putting on some makeup and he came up behind me and kissed my neck.

"You know my friend,"He said, "The one I stayed with..well he's coming over to us on friday night.."

And his hand slid between my legs, up my skirt and he gently pinched the lips of my cunt.

"He's my best mate..his name's John..."And he added:"He's the one who's going to make some holes.."He squeezed my cunt, "down here.."

I felt a thrill run through me. It was mixed with fear and there was a part of me that didn't want to do it because I only wanted my master to touch me. But recently we had a conversation about how he wanted to watch someone else fuck me and use my body. When I had said I didn't want to, he had fixed me with the hard stare that often went with one of his black moods and he stated, "You're mine. You gave yourself to me. Your body belongs to me, you obey me..." And I had seen the anger brewing up, he wanted this more than anything and because I did not want to damage my bond of service to my master I agreed to do it. One day, I'd said, but he had decided that day was coming sooner than I thought. I looked back at his image reflected in the mirror behind me. I nodded. His expression softened and he kissed my cheek.

"Thank you. I promise you Chloe you won't be sorry you did this.."

He was stroking my short, cropped hair. He had  decided I could grow it back and now it was a couple of inches long, soft and feathery around my face. The day he had shaved off all my hair had been a turning point for me, I had let him shave my head bald and the act of allowing him to do it and accepting it had been special, but I had missed my hair, I knew it would take a long time to grow back to the length it had been before, but at least I wasn't bald now. He had said, you can grow it back for now.. and that had been a while ago, so I hoped he would stick to his decision, but I wasn't going to ask because I got a thrill from the way he decided on such drastic things. And just as I was thinking that, Shane said:

"By the way I won't do it to you till friday night, but I'm shaving you bald again. And I'll keep you that way until I decide otherwise.." He was looking at me with that intense expression again. Friday night would be a night I'd never forget, I knew it. I did'nt want him to shave my head again, but a part of me knew when I submitted to that I would get a thrill even though I would have no hair all over again. And what his friend was going to do between my legs...fear and arousal was a potent cocktail.

"What do you say?"He asked me softly.

"Thank you Master."I replied.

He kissed me softly on the lips and I saw love in his eyes.

"Good girl."He said to me.

The next few days went by and as it came closer to friday the anticipation was building in me along with a sense of dread - I had never met John. I couldn't picture what he looked like, only that he was the one who was going to make holes in my cunt and it would never look the same again. I wished it was over and healed so I could put my hand down there and feel the coldness of the piercings hard against my warm flesh.

On friday morning Shane went round to see his mum and he asked me to come along. As she chatted about her week and talked about normal things she had no idea how I was feeling. I was nervous, I was tense, a little afraid. I was also aroused.

"So,"Ellen said finally, "What are you up to this weekend? Anything nice?"

And I was squirming on the chair with all my secrets aching to burst out, like the tender flesh between my legs that was wet and swollen. If I thought about it too much I knew I'd have to go in the bathroom and relieve myself quickly and quietly.

"Not much."Shane replied, "John's coming over we'll have a few beers with him.."

"I like John,"Ellen said, "He always was a nice boy when you was at school..what's he doing now?"

"This and that,"He replied, "He still sells his paintings. And he does body piercing as well.. "

Now I was wondering exactly what John was like. Ellen liked him. He was artistic and sounded nothing like I had imagined. Maybe it wouldn't be so hard to allow him to use me. I hoped I was right.

As she chattered on I heard the front door and minutes later Lisa came in.

"Hi,"She said, gave Shane a glance and went into the kitchen.

Shane got up.

"I'm going to put the kettle on - "He smiled at me.

"And you can do the rest."

And he left the room.

Ellen was looking happier than I'd seen her in ages.

"You've made such a difference to my son, Chloe. I know he gets his moods but hes so much calmer since you met him..."

And I laughed and thought, if only she knew.. Ellen lowered her voice.

"Does Shane still get those headaches?"

I nodded. Shane had suffered painful headaches that made him feel dizzy and sick, they came and went and had done since his second operation and he was waiting again for an appointment to go back to his specialist. We were both dreading it, the car accident had caused a lot of damage, some of which the surgeon said may not come out straight away. Ellen had told me that since the accident her son had become more intense and obsessive than before, his dark moods had grown darker and  until I came along she had wondered what would become of him. When he had collapsed the doctors had blamed scar tissue and operated again, but recently his headaches had become worse and only a week ago he had suffered a blackout that he couldn't account for. I had told him he needed to go to hospital but Shane being Shane he brushed it off and said it was nothing. It scared me. I was afraid of losing him. He carried on going to the pub, drinking like there was nothing wrong. Outside of our sexual relationship we had an equal balance, when I had told him to see a doctor he had been sitting down on the sofa watching TV and he just glanced up and said, "Alright, later..let me watch the match..and I'll come and punish you in a minute.."

"I worry about him sometimes."Ellen confided.

"I know."Was all I said. I got up and went to the kitchen.

The kettle was on and Shane was leaning against the kitchen worktop and Lisa was across the other side of the kitchen, looking at him like they were about to have a big arguement.

"what's wrong?"I asked her.

Shane was looking at her intently.

"Something you want to say?"He demanded, "To my face, or to..hers...."

Lisa seemed stuck for words. She was trembling slightly, stuck like a rabbit in car headlights.

Shane glared at her, and in that moment I felt a thrill as I saw the dark side of him creeping out. He was turning into Master in front of his family and he didn't even know it. But Lisa seemed to recognise him in this kind of mode.

"I didn't say anything, Shane.."

His eyes were boring into her like lasers the way they did when he took utter control and for a moment I could picture him looking at me like that while his friend put the needle in.

"Well...I'm waiting.."

Lisa was standing with her arms tightly folded, as if she was scared he might..what, I didn't know, just that she was very wary.

The look he was giving her seemed enough, as if he could make her speak with an invisible power.

"I just said I thought you've changed a bit since you got together with Shane, Chloe.. that's all.."

He drew in a breath and his eyes blazed.

"AND THE FUCKING REST!"He raged.

Lisa blinked back tears.

"And I said it was weird that you cut your hair off..sorry..I didn't mean anything by it.."

Shane was still fuming. I wondered if perhaps her remark had touched a nerve and he felt like our secrets were being somehow exposed to criticism, which he clearly wouldn't take.

"Did I make you cut your hair off?"He demanded.

I shook my head.

"I felt like a drastic change."I told her, and in a way it was true.

"See? SEE? I didn't make her do anything, sis..!"

Lisa glared at him.

"You're still a FUCKING WEIRDO!"She shouted.

Shane's temper was beyond control. He reached up with an iron grip and grabbed her by the face, shoved her up against the kitchen wall, pinning her there while she stared back at him with her cheeks squashed up like a frightened goldfish.

"Call me what you like.."He fumed. Then he lowered his voice into a menacing tone: "But I'm still the big bad brother.. big bad wolf.. don't fuck about with my world.." and he let her go. Lisa slumped down like a broken doll, sobbing her heart out. I stood there too stunned to speak. I knew they'd fought in the past but I'd never imagined anything like this. Shane was glaring at me.

"HOME....now !" He commanded.

I turned to follow him out.

Ellen was standing in the doorway. One look from his mother and his temper simmered down to that of a child who had been done an injustice.

"She started it.." He said, "Your perfect daughter!"

Ellen glared back at him.

"No, son..you did this..what's going on?"

"Nothing!" He protested, "It was her..HER! It's HER FAULT NOT MINE!"

He was getting worked up and the temper was going right out of him, he was acting now like a child who was in trouble and it was bizarre to see my master in this situation.

His mother leaned closer and her voice lowered to a warning tone:

"You touch her again and you see what I do.."

Shane was simmering down.

"Sorry mum..I mean it, I'm sorry, okay?"

Ellen glanced over at Lisa, who was pale and shaking and tearful.

"I'm more concerned with her..get out, Shane..I've got fuck all to say to you!"

Shane glanced at Lisa, then back to his mother. The apology was heartfelt, but only to Ellen.

"I'm sorry.." He glanced at me. "Home." he repeated, seemingly unconcerned he had just commanded me like a servant in front of his family. It worried me but at the same time his masterful ways emphasised his power and I liked that.

As I followed him out, I heard Ellen say to Lisa, "What does he mean, perfect daughter?"

And Lisa said tearfully, "Nothing, mum..nothing at all.."

Shane's black mood lasted all the way home. When we got back he closed the front door with a heavy slam and glanced at me and said, "I might not do it tonight..she's really pissed me off..what right does she have to tell me how to run my life?"

He was looking at me like I had all the answers. I shook my head.

"She does'nt understand, Master.." And I stroked his face.

Shane closed his eyes and leaned gently against my hand, finding solace in the touch of his servant. Then, as instantly as he had sunk into the dark mood, he snapped out of it. He looked at me with new strength as if my words had breathed new life into him.

"I'm going down the pub to meet John."He told me, "I'll be back in a couple of hours..say around eight..be ready..just be naked.."

As he closed the door behind him it seemed to reverberate as it shut, emphasising the fact that I was alone in the house. I had two hours to wait. Anxiety twisted at my gut but a tingle of deep, longing excitement was making me swell up between my legs. I went upstairs and had a bath, shaved myself twice to make sure there was no trace of hair between my legs. Then I stood in front of the mirror and looked between my legs at the smooth, unmarked slit. It would never look the same after tonight. The labia piercings did not seem too worrying, but he wanted to put one through my clitoris as well and that was the one that I feared the most. I wanted to masturbate, partly out of the erotic anticipation, partly because I knew it would be the last time before I was altered down there forever. But I held back. I wanted all the pleasure I could feel later on, before the pain of the piercings came out. The phone rang a little while later. And my nerves twisted in my gut like snakes while my cunt tingled.

"I'll be back in half an hour."Shane told me, "Be ready or I'll beat you...and I want you bald. You are going to shave your head for me, right now.."

And he hung up.

He wanted me to do it to myself, for him... I didn't want to cut off the hair that had grown back. I wanted to keep it. But Master had commanded...I went upstairs into the bathroom and switched on the battery shaver. As the blade buzzed close to my hair line I hesitated, eyes focussed on the silky regrowth that had taken so long.

And then I slid the razor through my hair. Master had told me to. I ran it all over my head, caught most of the hair in the sink. I reshaved it to take off the last remaining wisps and then I gathered up my hair and threw it in the waste bin, before running some warm water and soaping my head. I took my time, standing in front of the mirror, inch by inch scraping the blade over my scalp. I was'nt reluctant now, just concentrating on making sure my head was bare and smooth and my master was pleased.

When I finished I cleaned the sink and stripped completely naked, then sat downstairs in the livingroom, bare and naked and waiting for my master to return. The minutes seemed like hours as I waited in anticipation.

I heard the key turn in the door just after eight o'clock. He came through to the livingroom and his friend followed him a couple of moments later. Shane smiled at his friend and then looked at me as he introduced him.

"This is John.."

And I smiled. With a flicker of alarm I realised I was making a terrible betrayal of Shane; I hadn't expected the way I would feel about John. He was stunningly handsome, with a wicked gleam in his eyes and a dazzling smile. He was a little smaller than Shane but built athletically and his arms were adorned with so many tattoos I could'nt distinguish them all separately. Something at the back of my mind was wishing I'd met him first. I fought against it. Now I wanted the needles to hurt for even thinking such a thing. John was looking at me, fascinated by my appearance.

"Actually, "he confided, "My good friends call me Johnny..Johnny Poppers.."

Shane had disappeared upstairs. Johnny sat down beside me on the sofa and studied my appearance.

"Did you really want to shave your hair off?"

I nodded.

"And do you want me to pierce you?"He lowered his voice, "Cos I know Shane can be a bit extreme.."

"I want this." I'd surprised myself there. Yes, I did want this now.

"And are you totally okay with me touching you, I mean fucking you?"

He didn't have to ask, he was so attractive I would have wanted him anyway, as much as I didn't want to admit it.

"Yes, I want you to."

His eyes glittered with a dark excitement.

"I'm glad you said that, because I can be a bit of an animal when I get going.."

Shane returned and as he walked through the door I felt a sting of guilt. I didn't want to be attracted to anyone else.

"You ready for this, Chloe?"He said, "Because it's time.."

  Moments later I was laying back on the sofa, Shane had gagged my mouth and tied my hands behind my back. He had me so my head was back over the arm of the sofa, all I could see was the world up side down and Shane was sitting on the edge of the seat holding my legs apart. He leaned over and as his face appeared above me I could see he had that staring expression that said he was fixed on the task in hand.

"I fucking love you."He stated.

Johnny was sitting the other end of the chair, he was between my open legs and as he spread my cunt open I felt the juice run down and my clitoris throbbed. He was very close now. I felt his breath between my legs.

And as I tried to look up I saw Shane slap him hard round the head. And Johnny said: "Sorry, master..please can I lick her cunt?"

It gave me a jolt....Johnny, his friend, was submissive...to Shane, my husband?

Shane shoved my head back down and all I could see was the wall and the ceiling.

"One lick. That's all you're getting..."

And Johnny licked me, all the way from my arsehole up to my clit and got a mouthful of juice. As his tongue flickered over my clitoris I wanted more but didn't let myself try to cry out. I couldn't let Shane know how I felt. He had already drawn his own conclusion.

"She wants those needles, Johnny.."

I felt him wipe my cunt with something soft. It was cold and it stung. Shane gripped my legs harder.

"Do it."He said to Johnny.

I waited. Johnny was firmly holding one of my cunt lips, then something began to press into my flesh. It stung, then burned and the pain grew sharper. I tried to scream but the gag filled my mouth and my head swam. The pain was fading. Then it started again, the other side, the needle going through again. I tried to scream. I wanted it to stop. I felt him touching my tender flesh, putting something through the raw skin. The needle jabbed at me again, and again and the pain began to shift from unbearable to an even level, it had reached a peak and there was nothing to exceed it. Johnny worked quickly, understanding that I couldn't take much more of this. Finally he moved back a little and I felt him wiping my cunt with something damp and cool. As I recovered my senses Shane let me sit up a little. I still had'nt looked between my legs. Johnny was taking off blood stained surgical gloves.

"Put one through her clit." It was'nt a request, it was an order. I looked at Shane with pleading eyes. I'd had enough.

Johnny's eyes showed a flicker of doubt.

"I think she's had as much as she can stand.."

Shane glared at him, and to my utter shock he showed him his hard on.

"Do you wanna suck this or not?"He demanded.

He cast a glance at me and then back at Shane.

"Can I suck it now Master..I'm begging for it..please..let me.."

Shane grabbed him by the throat, gripping him harder than I'd seen him grab at his sister.

"Do it good you little cocksucking cunt!"He snarled, and forced Johnny's mouth onto his cock.

My cunt was throbbing with pain, but I could only watch as Johnny sucked at Shane's cock like he was starving for it. Then Shane pulled away and Johnny was breaking the seal on the amyl nitrate, breathing deep and deeper still on the open bottle like his life depended on it. "Fuck me..fuck me Master..FUCK ME..."He was begging.

Shane had him on the floor on his knees like a dog, he shoved his cock into Johnny's arse and johnny gave a howl as if he had been pierced by an animal. Shane fucked him hard and fast, pumping into him like all he could think of was the orgasm. When he did come he stabbed it in hard and deep, his body shuddered and he gave a gasp as he throbbed and spunked his load into his best friend. Shane withdrew his cock from Johnny's arse, grabbed Johnny and pulled him to his knees, his dick semi hard now.

"Clean it."

And Johnny obediently obliged, sucking and licking at Shane's cock until it was clean again. Then Johnny fell back on the floor still exhausted and took another deep breath on the poppers. He glanced up at me.

"I'll fuck you in a minute.."He said, "If Master lets me.." Then he sniffed at the poppers again and fell back on the carpet in a fit of giggles. Shane stood over him and looked hard at him.

"You'll fuck her when I say you can."He told him, and spat in his face.

Johnny licked the spit off like it was honey.

"Thank you, Master Shane.."He said.

As this was going on, it was just sinking in that the man I married was bisexual. It didn't bother me, but I just had'nt known until now. Shane untied my gag. I took a deep breath and looked at him.

"How long have you and Johnny.."

"We went to school together. Years. He's always been my cocksucker, haven't you?"

Johnny was still on the poppers and rolling on the carpet laughing.

Shane took the poppers and put the cap on.

"Give him a while and he'll be back on our planet."He said. Then he looked between my legs. So did I. It was the first time I had looked. My labia was pierced four times, two silver rings in each side. They looked beautiful, the tenderness and bruising was yet to come out and I could see a hint of swelling around the holes, a little blood but only a little. Johnny had done a wonderful job.

"Does it hurt?"Shane asked me.

I nodded.

"A bit."

And he leaned down and kissed me.

"Good, I'm glad. Thank you for taking it for me.."

And he got on the sofa, pinning me down with the weight of his body. He was hard again already, and as he slid his cock into me he whispered:"I'm going to fuck you hard..hard on your new little holes..hurt for me, Chloe..hurt.."

Every thrust was a sweet agony as his groin hit against my tender flesh. The pain blurred my mind and as I closed my eyes and opened them again I saw Johnny sitting up on the carpet, watching me get fucked. Shane came inside me and then pulled out.

He was exhausted.

"I'm going to bed."

I went to get up but he pushed me back down and glanced at Johnny then back at me.

"Slaves, "He said, "Sleep downstairs tonight..and no touching.."

An hour went by, with me on the sofa and Johnny on the floor. Shane had gone to bed and as I lay there in the dark with my cunt throbbing I wanted to be in his arms but I knew the game was not over until morning. So Johnny would not be fucking me, not without Master's approval, and Master was satisfied and sleeping now. And I felt a twinge of regret.

"Does it still hurt?" Johnny asked me softly in the darkness.

"A bit..I'm alright."I replied, and closed my eyes.

When I woke up it was early morning, harsh daylight was streaming through the open curtains and Johnny was sitting on the floor taking two painkillers with a glass of water.

"Poppers always fuck me up in the morning."He remarked. He was wearing just his boxer shorts, his clothes were in a messy pile on the floor beside him. He looked between my legs.

"It looks nice."

I looked down. My cunt lips were bruised and swollen but the piercings were clean and the rings looked shiny against my sore flesh. I cautiously touched it. My clit was throbbing and for a moment I wondered how it would have felt if he had pierced that too, but if he had I wouldn't be able to stroke it and I was stroking it, as it throbbed the pain in my lips throbbed in rhythm. It was a sweet agony. Johnny crept over to me.

"Let me.."he said softly.

I stifled a cry of discomfort as he spread my painful labia. Then he clamped his mouth on my cunt and licked me hard, over and over, his tongue dancing on my clitoris like there was nothing he didn't know about cunnilingus. I shoved hard up against his face and moaned as I came, hard and throbbing, my clitoris felt like it was bursting and Johnny's face was soaked in my juice.

"YOU FUCKING SLAGS!" He screamed and I felt a blow to the face that knocked me sideways. Shane punched Johnny and sent him sprawling to the floor and he kicked him hard.

"That's my wife..my fucking wife.."

And Johnny rolled over and got up, grabbed Shane by the shoulders. They were well matched and as Johnny's eyes burned with rage I saw he had a temper to match Shane and Shane knew it.

"You said I could fuck her..I know she's your wife..What? Is it game over now? Is it? You don't fucking say so, do you? "

Shane started to simmer down.

"Sorry, mate..I just didn't feel like it this morning..I wasn't expecting it..I thought you had enough last night..did she come?"

And Johnny laughed.

"What do you think?"

I could see things had simmered down, and I opened my legs, between the little rows of silver rings my cunt was red and swollen and gleaming with juice.

"Happy?"Johnny asked him.

Shane nodded.

And Johnny leaned forward and kissed him, their lips touched and he kissed him lightly at first, then harder as his mouth opened Johnny pushed his tongue inside and they locked in an embrace and kissed deeply, lovingly. When Shane pulled away Johnny said:"I love you, mate.."He cast a brief glance at me too. "Both of you."He added, and I felt my heart lurch.

After Johnny went home I missed him. The only reminder I had of him was my healing piercings that ached, a bit like I ached inside. I didn't even want to admit the truth to myself, but I had fallen for Johnny Poppers and it was something I could never dare to even think about. Time passed and I hoped my memory of him would fade. But more than anything, deep inside I hoped I would see him again some day. When I did it was under circumstances I never could have wanted or imagined.

It was when my worst nightmare came true.

Shane collapsed with searing headaches at the beginning of december. He had ignored them for so long that I had started to think maybe he was right and they were just a part of his condition. But a brain scan confirmed the worst, Shane had suffered a bleed into his brain and the damage was irreversible and irrepairable. He was placed in intensive care and I stayed by his bedside, hoping and praying that a miracle would happen. His mother and sister made visits, Ellen in tears for her son and Lisa just sitting there looking as numb as I felt.

Shane regained some awareness and he recognised me and squeezed my hand.

"I love you."I told him.

"I know."He whispered.

Lisa leaned over him and kissed his cheek. He struggled to speak but she just swept her hand over his hair and said:"You're my brother..it's all okay.."

And he closed his eyes. He stayed like that for a while, then he slipped away. As the monitor flatlined I was looking at him and I was thinking, he is my Master, he is my love and he can come back from this because he is strong. But his breathing had stopped and Lisa was clutching at Ellen as she sobbed for her only son. That was when it hit me; Shane was dead. I backed out of the room, numb and blinded with tears. I turned and began to walk the length of the white corridor, walking just walking, thinking of nothing but my journey to get me where, I didn't know, just to get away from this, to be somewhere, to find it was a dream and what I'd just seen had not happened. I collided with someone. I walked straight into his thick, dark coat that still had snowflakes on it and as he held me steady I looked out the window and saw it was really coming down now. It was freezing. He was speaking. The words sounded muffled at first.

"Chloe,"He said again, "What's happened?"

And his voice earthed me again.

I looked up into his eyes, into Johnny's eyes. And suddenly I could say it, I could feel it and I could let it out.

"Shane's gone. He's dead.."

And everything inside me broke and I crumbled, I crumbled folded into Johnny's arms while I screamed into his coat and shed tears for my lost love.

   A week later we buried him. At the funeral I held Johnny's arm and we both wept for the man we had shared. When the service was over we lingered behind, neither of us wanting to leave his graveside. It was still cold, the snow had turned to ice and I did not want to think about him lying in that box in the cold ground. But the flowers that surrounded the grave gave me some comfort. He had known he was loved.

"I loved him too."Johnny said, "I do understand..and..I love you, too, Chloe..I want you to know that.."

Shane was gone but I would always love him. Even though I knew I had feelings for Johnny, but I saw no way they could ever matter.

"You love me because of me or because of Shane?"

"Both."He replied with absolute sincerety.

His hand closed over mine. I pulled away.

"He was my Master.."

"And mine! But we can try..together.."

I shook my head. I took a handful of frozen earth and dropped it onto Shane's coffin along with a single red rose.

"Goodbye.."I whispered, and turned and walked away, towards the gates of the cemetary.

I heard footsteps behind me.

I stopped and looked back. Johnny was hurrying to catch up with me.

"Listen to me Chloe, I know we've just lost him but he would have let us be together..he would approve..you know that..we can do this.."

As I looked into his eyes, I knew that he was right. But I did not see how two submissives could be together. I had taken on my role of servant to a Master and once in that role I had no idea how to switch to Mistress. Maybe Johnny could be dominant..no, I cancelled that thought as the image flashed to mind of him sucking the shit off my husband's cock..he could never dominate. If anyone changed, it would have to be me. I did not know if this could be done.

We caught up with the others and went back to the house for the wake. Lisa was very tearful and so were some of Shane's friends, but when Johnny went out to get some cigarettes, Ellen remarked quietly to me: "He's a nice boy, that John..always has been, but a bit funny..Once when they were schoolboys I went upstairs to give Shane his tea and I thought they were on the playstation, but John was on the floor on his hands and knees and Shane..well, he was just standing there..in his boxer shorts.." And she shook her head in confusion. "I never did understand either of them.." And I surpressed a smile, understanding far more than Ellen ever could about her late son.

Later, Johnny came home with me. I was glad of the company.

We sat down together in front of the fire, together on the rug and Johnny told me what he was like.

"I can't be masterful, I'm not a master, Chloe.. I'm only hard when I'm a worthless piece of shit and Im treated like a worthless piece of shit..I like to be abused. Beaten. Slapped. Kicked. It makes my dick hard. That's me and I can't change."

"Then I will." I told him, "I'll try. For you. For us.."And as I said it, I hoped that I could draw upon all my Master had taught me, then it would be as if whatever remained of his lifeblood, his touch on my skin, the sting of his harshness on my flesh, even the fluids that had mingled between our bodies, could somehow have infused me with his very essence. In me, he could live on, with me as the dominator....it was a huge mountain to climb.

Johnny leaned forward and kissed my lips.

"I want to worship you.."He whispered.

I laid back on the carpet and he rollled on top of me, shoved his cock in me and thrust hard.

"Call me names..please. Chloe..make me cum.."

He was pumping away on top of me, desperate for the trigger. I dug my nails into his flesh and raked them down his back, feeling the skin scratch as my talons bit deeper.

"You're a worthless piece of shit..do your job and fuck me..fuck your mistress and I'll beat you for for it.."

He fucked me harder.

"Beat the shit out of me.."

"I'll beat you till you scream.."

Johnny cried out and shoved it in again, coming hard inside me.

Then he looked into my eyes.

"Please. Beat me, I deserve it..you have to, you're my master's wife..punish me.."

He was pleading so pathetically I stood up and kicked him the way I'd seen Shane kick him. He rolled into a ball and groaned.

"Harder..I deserve it.."

I blinked back tears. Johnny was so sweet. He was the last person I wanted to harm. But he needed it. And if this was going to work...I thought of Shane. I drew on his strength.

I kicked him again, twice, then as he got up on his knees I slapped his face as hard as I could.

Blood ran from his lip.

"Thank you.."He said, and wrapped his arms around my legs.

"I looked down at him and wondered if I had the strength to make this drastic change. But I knew if I could it would work, we would work. And a part of me wanted Shane to live on in my dominance and sadism. I had much to change and much to learn.

I stroked Johnny's head as he fawned at my feet like a loving pet.

"Good boy,"I said, "Mistress is pleased.."

 

 

End of Part Two

 

Coming soon Big Bad Wolf part three The Birth of Dominatrix