My Aunt The Dominatrix

MY AUNT THE DOMINATRIX Part 2 by Long Tall Mary

Mistress kept me locked in the cage for nearly thirty minutes after Tina’s departure. At that time I was let out and ordered to kneel on the floor, my hands laced behind my head, while Mistress sat leisurely on the couch eating her breakfast.

Mistress berated me for not showing proper respect, it seemed she was more upset over my failure to offer her tribute than anything else. I begged to differ with her, but knew that additional punishment was all but certain if I did. Therefore I feigned an apology and surprisingly she accepted it. I was then given temporary clothing to replace what had been shredded, and allowed to leave.

The next few days were emotionally traumatic. My attempt to allay hostilities with Rick was unsuccessful, he hung up on me. Karl called and apologized for his behavior, but I was in no rush to forgive him, so for the time being it would play hard to get. I was thus a female free agent and was confident of finding new male companionship.

Further adversity quickly confronted me. Two days later I received a layoff notice, ostensibly due to reduction of the management staff. However several months earlier I had rejected the sexual advances of the upper level manager who decided which staff would be laid off, making my choice rather suspect. For the time being I would subsist on unemployment compensation.

Five days later, not yet having found such companionship, Karl again called with an interesting proposition. Tina had broken up with Rick and was evicted from his house,she was now shacking with Karl. Her car had been repoed, thus she was dependent upon Karl for subsistence. Would I be receptive to a surprise session involving forced bondage with her?

My initial reaction was to reject the proposal out of hand but after thinking it over, I decided it just might not be a bad idea. As far I was concerned the sexual chemistry between Karl and I was not intended to be broken. Sooner or later he would see the error of his ways and beg me to reconcile. His comments concerning Tina indicated that he expected their relationship to be of short duration. Karl assured me that he would not use drugs and refrain from subjecting me to any violence.

It was agreed my arrival at Karl’s would be at 8:30 in the evening, and that I would wear a two piece black vinyl dominatrix outfit. I was so determined to please him that I went out and purchased the outfit from a swank boutique for two hundred fifty dollars.

Before leaving I decided to make a bold move. Acall was made toAunt Mary apologizing for any disrespect shown to her previously. The main purpose of the call was to elicit her feelings on Tina’s disloyalty to Rick, after all Mistress had promised a thirty day warranty. I fully expected her to reject my request, on the grounds that Tina had a new owner, thus voiding the warranty.

Much to my surprise she agreed to pay a house call and “teach the slut a lesson she’ll never forget”. This would be at no charge and was acceptable to Karl. While unwilling to discuss the matter on the phone, Mistress indicated it might be possible to “relocate” Tina.

At 8:30PM I arrived at Karl’s, catching Tina by surprise. She was seated on the couch, watching TV, and attired casually in sweat pants and a hooded sweatshirt. “What is she doing here Karl”, she angrily exclaimed. “I decided we would have a bondage threesome you fucking cunt and you have no say in the matter”, he shot back.

It had been agreed that Tina would be transported to my home, as Karl’s apartment was hardly ideal for what we had in mind. “Hands behind you slut”, I commanded and snapped handcuffs into place. “This isn’t necessary I won’t resist”, Tina pleaded.

My response was to wedge a knotted nylon stocking into her mouth, then wrap a strip of black duct tape several times around her head. It would keep her quiet and I could care less if removing it was painful.

I then led Tina to the parking lot and placed her in the rear of Karl’s van. He drove as I followed behind in my Honda Civic, we had agreed that if for any reason the police should try to stop him, I would divert the police car with some violation, enabling Karl to avoid being stopped.

The five mile drive to my home went without incident and Tina was led from the driveway, into the house. Consistent with her submissive nature, she offered no resistance, however at the time she was unaware of the impending visit of Mistress Mary.

I promptly assumed command of the situation. The handcuffs were removed and she was ordered to strip naked; I then forced her to bend over the top of a wood table. Each of her legs was rope tied to the opposite table leg, the same procedure was repeated with each of her wrists. She was now in a most uncomfortable position, with both her ass and mouth accessible for use.

Removing duct tape can be quite painful and that is exactly what I had in mind as I ripped off the gag, taking pleasure as she grimaced in pain. The nylon was removed from her mouth; before she had a chance to speak it was replaced with a leather penis gag.

At this point I informed her that Mistress would be arriving within the hour. Tina went ballistic, figuratively of course, she would have done so literally were it not for the ropes securing her. With her screams muted by the gag, she struggled in vain to free herself from the table. My reaction was to laugh in her face, before commencing with a brutal fisting. I had never fisted anyone in my life, but my animosity towards Tina was so intense, I could think of no better way to torture her. My mind was vivid with the images of Mistress having done the same to her previously.

All five fingers of my latexed right hand quickly disappeared from sight, burrowing their way within the innards of her vaginal anatomy. To replicate Mistress’ performance, I sang the words to “Singing in the Rain” from Clockwork Orange. After about five minutes of painful fisting I withdrew my hand, proceeding to the next phase.

Karl sat on the couch, shedding his trousers and boxers, while I knelt in front of him and gave him the superb quality, deep throat blow job, which is my sexual trademark. Tina, still bound to the table, could not help but see what was transpiring, combined with the physical pain from being fisted, it assured maximal suffering, both physically and emotionally

About fifteen minutes later Mistress arrived, attired in her characteristic mini skirt and sporting a blond wig, different from the one she had previously, but just as outlandish. It was obvious Karl was turned on by this; I had forewarned him to address her as “Mistress” at all times, and to refrain from making any passes at her.

Mistress quickly used her baby talk prattle to further humiliate Tina. “Your ass needs a little color”, she quipped. Having spared her a caning previously, she was not about to do so today. Using a bamboo type cane, she delivered thirty strokes to the buttocks, pausing deliberately between strokes, and doing her best to prevent Tina from knowing precisely when the next stroke would come.

“I don’t think she can take anymore, but at least she has color to her ass”, Mistress declared. Indeed Tina’s buttocks were replete with ugly looking welts that would take some time to heal. “That wasn’t so bad was it,” Mistress cooed as she patted Tina on the head.

The three of us then retired to another room, out of Tina’s earshot, to discuss a sensitive issue. Mistress then set forth a daring proposition: “Tina is an ideal candidate to be sold into slavery, she has no relatives, few friends and no job, her disappearance will hardly be noticed. Due to natural gas drilling in Northern Pennsylvania there is a demand for hookers. Tina will be sold to a pimp couple and trained to serve men. She will be under continual restraint to prevent escape but eventually she will accept her slavery and have no desire to do so. Drugs will be used to control her as well”.

I was stunned by the proposition, not because Tina was undeserving of enslavement, but for fear that Karl and I would end up in prison. Mistress did her best to assuage our fears, offering to immediately pay us two thousand dollars cash for the sale.

Mistress would transport Tina in her van. After overnight confinement at Mistress’ dungeon, accompanied by a partner,she would be delivered to her new owners, a drive of less than three hours.The partner had training with injectable drugs, which would be used to sedate Tina during transport.

Immediately after being transferred to her new owner, Tina would be confined in a cell, and plied with drugs. By means of drug therapy and other methods, she would be ready and eager to serve men in about two weeks.

Karl and I finally agreed to the sale; Mistress then presented me with an envelope containing two thousand dollars in one hundred, fifty and twenty dollar bills. “She is now my property”, Mistress announced.

Mistress then proceeded to inform Tina of her fate. Realizing the futility of struggling or begging, she listened forlornly as Mistress described in rather precise detail, the mechanics of enslavement.

“Your trainers will be a husband and wife, they are very brutal and you can expect to be chained in a secure basement area. You will be fitted with a steel collar that will remain in place until you complete your training. Sedating drugs will be provided to ease your anxiety and make you dependent on your owners. Your hair will be shaven and you will be transformed into a blond as they command the most market appeal. You will be allowed to communicate with no one other than your trainers, and you will learn the techniques of serving men sexually, not that you are not already so experienced, you can expect to be flogged quite often, even if you are obedient your owners enjoy torture for the sake of torture”.

What Mistress would do next should not have surprised me, given her visceral sadism. Tina would be branded, using a hot iron, the letter “S” would be inscribed on her left buttock. “Your new owners require this before they will take delivery of you, but don’t worry it won’t be that painful, the pain from your caning will take your mind off it”, Mistress patted Tina gently on the head as she spoke in her cooing, baby style manner.

I positioned myself facing Tina so that I could enjoy watching her facial expressions during the branding. Mistress seemed to be quite gleeful as she readied the iron, once again patting her on the forehead and chuckling “It will be over in a jiff”. Tina, resigned to her fate, showed little emotion as the branding iron contacted her buttock, with the process taking less than two minutes.

Mistress stood back to admire her sadistic handcraft, inviting Karl and I to do the same. “All right time for transport cut her loose”, commanded Mistress, at which point I removed the ropes binding Tina to the table. Mistress had brought temporary clothing for her,“This is what you will be wearing when presented to your new owners”;the wardrobe consisted of black stockings, a garter belt, a low cut fishnet dress and pumps, she would remain ball gagged.

“Now dress and be quick about or you’ll get another twenty strokes with the cane”, snapped Mistress. She was visibly angry but I could not determine whether or not it was contrived. Tina, obviously in pain, struggled to comply. To satisfy my sadistic curiosity, I then asked Mistress whether I could watch as Tina was placed in her vehicle for transport. “If it turns you on go ahead but you may not speak to her”, she replied caustically.

Tina’s wrists were cuffed behind her, this was followed by attaching a short chain leash to the collar. She was then led to Mistress’ Ford Transit Connect van parked in my driveway. At this point a spandex hood was placed over her head. I have no doubt this was done to deny me the pleasure of seeing the terror in her face.

Karl and I were ordered to stand aside as Mistress opened the rear door and quickly locked Tinain a steel cage, positioned on the floor of the cargo hold. She then abruptly slammed the rear door shut, and without saying a word got behind the wheel and drove off.

Between the darkness and the intransigence of Mistress, I had been deprived off the opportunity to look her in the face, as well as expressing my contemptfor Tina in her final moments of freedom. She was now the property of Mistress and within a day would be sold to new owners.

Karl was clearly upset over the loss of his pet slave. In retaliation, I was stripped and bound to the table in the same manner as Tina, he then took a flogger and delivered at least twenty strokes to my buttocks.

As painful as it was, I was more than willing to satisfy him sexually. Still bound to the table, and with Karl standing over me, I deep throated his cock until I gagged. He then announced that the two thousand dollars was his; to further punish me I was left bound to the table for nearly an hour while Karl enjoyed a bondage video.

Despite the financial loss,coupled with the physical pain, it was a small price to pay for the peace of mind of knowing that never again would Tina be his toy.