Someone To Watch Over Me


My first attempt of a real BDSM story, it explores the well know concept of "the biter bit" and how it might work when a vulnerable soul is in the thrall of an unscrupulous one. I enjoyed developing the theme to the final encounter.

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Shirley sat hunched over the keyboard of her PC typing a message into a chatroom. This was how she spent her evenings – every evening, ‘talking’ to complete strangers over the internet. She was a slim and classically beautiful woman of 20 and you might consider it strange that she spent her spare time in front of a computer instead of going out clubbing.

The simple fact was that Shirley was painfully shy.

She had her father to blame for this problem. Shirley’s father had been a bank manager – a man with an almost infinite capacity for unnecessary pedantry. He ruled his wife and daughter with a rod of iron requiring everything in his home and life to conform to specific requirements. Any divergence or irregularity, no matter how minor, was treated as being a most heinous crime. His father had been in the army and rather than drag his son on every posting he chose to send him to a boarding school. The regime at the school had been severe with an almost obsessive requirement for discipline. This had moulded his attitude towards his wife and child.

It was Shirley who received most of his attention. From an early age she was required to keep her room and herself immaculately tidy. Any failing was treated with his standard punishment – she would be spanked with a belt, bare assed, across his knees. For many years she had accepted it simply as being the way of things but as Shirley grew older she noticed that a firm bulge would form in her father’s groin, pressing against her belly. Usually her “punishment” would end as her father gave a groan and a damp patch appeared in his pants. Her ignorance of sexual matters meant that she did not understand the significance of what had happened.

Personal cleanliness was her father’s particular passion. He had spent his early childhood in India and had learned the custom of washing his anus after taking a dump rather than the use of toilet paper. He had imposed this regime on his daughter. Each day he would inspect her panties after she had changed for bed. The slightest staining or mark would result in severe punishment inevitably involving a spanking. The experience left her paranoid over her personal habits. Every last pubic hair was scrupulously removed – not by shaving but by a combination of waxing and chemical depilatory creams. With careful use of a mirror she ensured that every last blonde hair was removed from every nook and cranny. She bathed twice a day and washed herself thoroughly after taking a piss or a dump.

Shirley’s parents had been killed in a car crash when she was 19. Her main reaction was not to mourn. Instead she felt lost. Without her father to dictate to her life she felt like a rudderless ship – she had no idea how to cope with life. Her sheltered life had left her inexperienced with handling other people and socially inadequate.

Shirley had been left well off in her parents will and although she had enough income for her not to work, she had got a job in a travel agents. It helped occupy her time and gave her some contact with other people. The other girls had the travel agents found Shirley a little odd. She was nice enough and a real “looker” but they found it tough holding a conversation with her. One of the male members of staff had tried particularly hard to get a date but found every request politely refused with a blush and a smile.

It was at work that Shirley discovered the internet. The travel business undertakes much of it’s work through the net and she was fascinated by the world “out there”. She was quickly hooked and she bought her own PC at home.

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One evening she was surfing at random – something she did when she had nothing better to do. Shirley would type in a word at random into a search engine and see what would be thrown up. She would then pick a link at random, visit the site and then pick a link from their links page. This way she would travel on a mystery tour of the net.

On this particular day she was to a web site with the strange name “The House of Discipline”. Shirley read with increasing fascination.

The site belonged to a guy using the handle “Lord Erich” who provided information on BDSM and a service as a Dom. The site had a discussion board which provided Shirley with a couple of hours of intriguing reading. She found it both fascinating and incomprehensible that all the people on the board enjoyed doing nasty things to each other. Something about the discussions on control and bondage struck a chord. She found the idea of being dominated somehow intriguing.

Not really understanding why Shirley decided to e-mail “Lord Erich”. Somehow she felt that maybe he could help her get on track.

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Barry Price, aka “Lord Erich” read the e-mail with interest. Barry had been in the BDSM scene for quite a while providing a “personal” service to a number female clients. Barry was a 110% cynic who found it infinitely amusing that he could get women to pay him to tie them up and whip their asses. If, additionally, he got the chance to screw them, then that was a bonus. He had no genuine interest or love for BDSM. Whilst not being exactly a misogynist he loved to make women cry and whimper and beg. OK, you might argue that these attributes comprise a sadist but it was his cynicism and mercenary interests which counted against him.

Shirley’s e-mail suggested a unique opportunity and he replied immediately in his most sincere and supportive style.

“Perhaps we can meet to discuss your problems.” he suggested. It transpired that they coincidentally lived in the same city so things looked quite straightforward.

Shirley was surprised and gratified that “Lord Erich” had replied so quickly. After an exchange of more e-mails they had set a date to meet at a local pub the following Friday.

Shirley spent the whole day in a state of frantic excitement. Part of her was terrified of meeting a complete stranger but on the other hand the prospect of a date made her adrenaline surge. As luck would have it the boss asked her to complete a rush mailing that day and she had to work until seven, leaving her only half an hour to change and get to the pub. She rushed home and with no time for her shower she changed into a simple white blouse and black skirt and set off to the pub, her heart pounding in her chest.

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Barry got to the pub early. He wanted to get a few pints down his neck and have a chat with the bar man (a good mate of his) before meeting the lovely Shirley. To give the right impression he wore an Italian silk suit, white shirt open at the neck and black Gucci shoes. Smooth but not too flash – he’d want to scare her off.

As the time approached, he settled in a quiet corner of the bar to wait. Promptly on time Shirley entered the bar. Barry recognised her from the description she had given, and she certainly was a stunner. Slim and blonde with a face to melt the hardest heart. She had a fine pair of juggs, her white lacy bra just visible through her blouse. She turned, looking around the bar. From the rear Barry admired her slim legs encased in dark nylons, their slimness enhanced by her high heeled shoes. Her knee length skirt, dark and tight, was taught over her firm, round butt. Barry could discern the outline of her panties, a full style rather than a thong. He quietly promised himself that he would screw her or die in the attempt.

He jumped to his feet and walked over to her.

“Hi, Shirley I presume,” Barry asked smoothly.

Shirley blushed bright red. “Y… yes,” she gasped.

Barry guided her to his table and bought her a white wine.

“My real name is Barry,” he began. “Lord Erich is only for effect. I must say you are a very attractive young lady.”

Shirley blushed again, she was unused to such flattery and felt overwhelmed.

They chatted for a while, mostly small talk, as Barry began the process of winning her confidence. As a judge of human psychology Barry was a master and at the perfect moment he began the hard sell.

“So how can I help you?” he began.

Shirley paused, gathering her thoughts and then described how the loss of her parents had left her. She described her loss of direction and her need for someone to help her shape her life. Throughout Barry made helpful, understanding noises.

“I see. What you seek is a form of mentor,” he suggested. “Someone to take a firm grip of you and keep you in line.”

Shirley nodded.

“Exactly.”

“I think I might be able to help.” Barry closed in for the kill. “But you must appreciate that my skills are in demand and that I already have a full client list. My time is very limited”

Shirley looked crestfallen.

“But I’m sure we can work things out.” Barry added quickly. “You must understand that in order for us to reach a satisfactory conclusion I require absolute obedience and that I will need to know everything about you.”

Shirley was relieved to hear that he could help. She nodded mutely.

“Two final points,” Barry added. “Firstly, I must charge £200 for each session. Secondly, you know from my web site that there will inevitably be some degree of disciplinary and sexual content, if we go ahead you must agree to that and we must set some working limits.”

Again Shirley nodded, too nervous and overwhelmed to speak.

“Look, relax, take a drink,” Barry was concerned with Shirley’s response – he didn’t want her to agree without understanding. It reduced complications later.

Shirley took a deep drink of wine and relaxed a little.

“Do you understand and agree to what I’ve said?” Barry asked.

“Yes.” Shirley replied.

“What I can offer you is a structured program of discipline gradually increasing as you become more experienced until we reach limits set by you. Sometimes it will be difficult – you may experience a little discomfort, possibly even pain, also embarrassment. Nothing permanent and nothing intolerable but through it you will gain the confidence and self assurance you seek.”

He knew he sounded like a third rate psychology text book and that it was all a load of hokum but the girl was lapping up every word.

“OK, lets set some boundaries.” Barry wanted to get things rolling. “What about discipline?”

“Er… I don’t know… can I leave it to you to decide?” Shirley replied after some thought. She really had no idea what he meant.

“Fine, we’ll start with minimal pain and see how you cope. Now what about sex?”

“No sex, I’m a virgin,” Shirley replied immediately.

“OK, what about nudity?” Barry was a little dismayed but not put off.

Shirley hesitated. “Is that really necessary?”

“If I am to get full obedience, yes it is.” Barry went for broke – he was determined to screw this little peach.

“OK.” Shirley finally agreed.

“From now on when we are together you will only speak when I allow it and you will refer to me only as Papa. Understand?”

“Yes Papa.”

“Now Shirley, I want to know everything about you. Lets start with what are you wearing. Tell me about it.” Barry was looking forward to this.

“A black skirt and white blouse, why?” Shirley replied.

“Because I need to know. Now stop being obtuse and tell everything about what you are wearing.”

Shirley blushed. “A bra, hose and knickers.”

“Yes.. yes…” he snapped impatiently, “but I need details. What sort of knickers?”

“White.”

“Come on Shirley, I expect full details, type, when you put them on, everything. I expect complete and unquestioning obedience.”

“I understand, Papa,” Shirley sighed.

“White, cotton, hipster knickers. I put them on this morning after my shower. My bra is white, lace size 36C. I am wearing black panty hose.”

“Good, you’re getting the idea. Now an obedience test. You will do exactly what I say without question or argument. Understand?”

“Yes papa.”

“I require you to go to the ladies toilet. There you will take off your hose and knickers and you will bring them to me carrying them in your hand.”

Shirley blushed and looked at Barry in horror. She began to protest but then understanding, she stopped. This is what she sought, domination and obedience no matter how embarrassing it might be. She got up and went to the toilet. A few minutes later she returned, walking self-consciously, her underwear in her hand and sat down.

“Give them to me.”

Barry held out his hand expectantly. Looking around quickly, Shirley handed them over quickly hoping that no-one would see. Barry pressed them to his nose and sniffed before putting the items into his pocket.

“Very nice scent – very feminine, now show me.”

Shirley looked at him in confusion.

“You know what I require, show me that you have removed your underwear.”

“But I’ve given them to you, Papa,” Shirley was bemused.

“Ah, but you could be cheating.”

Slowly Shirley spread her legs allowing her tight skirt to ride up until Barry could see her smooth, exposed, slit.”

“Good, that’s the idea. Open those legs wider.”

She opened her legs as far as her skirt would allow.

“Don’t mess about, child, I want to see some pink, open them wider.”

Surreptitiously hitching her skirt up, she spread her legs until he could see the opening to her virgin cunt.

“Good, now I want to know your most intimate likes and dislikes. How often do you, bathe, what sanitary arrangements you use, how often you take a dump. Everything.”

Shirley didn’t even contemplate protesting. She realised what was expected of her.

“I bathe every day when I get in from work. I shower every morning when I get up. I shave my body – except for my head, I don’t have any body hair. I change my knickers twice a day, I hate to wear the same pair two days in a row. I go to the toilet every morning after breakfast. I use pads during my period. I clean my teeth three times a day. I like clean, fresh clothes. I hate nasty smells, dirty clothes and stale sweat. I have never had sex, I have never seen or touched a naked man. I masturbate using my fingers and a vibrator but I never put the vibrator inside myself. I have seen naked women on the internet and I think that my body compares well with what I’ve seen. I’m very shy and find it difficult to talk to strangers. Is that enough?” Shirley was gasping with nervousness and almost gabbling by the time she had finished, it had obviously been difficult for her to unload all this intimate information.

Barry sat back astounded at the outburst.

“Relax, you’re doing fine.” he soothed.

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For Shirley, entering the bar had been one of the most difficult acts of her life. Her heart pounded so hard that she thought it must burst. She felt as though everyone was staring at her.

She had started with surprise when Barry touched her shoulder.

Her first impression was favourable, a young, slim, handsome guy in a dark suit, and she felt an immediate attraction to him. He guided her to his table and bought her a drink. As they chatted Shirley began to relax but she felt a pang of alarm when he began to go into detail of their future arrangement, that is until she realised that he was beginning to exert a level of control similar to her father – finally her life seemed less chaotic, order was returning. Readily she agreed to all of Barry’s stipulations.

His instruction for her to remove her underwear was like a thunderbolt. “How awful,” she thought, “I can’t do this.” Something in Barry’s look told her that refusal wasn’t an option. As she sat on the toilet pulling off her knickers and hose, again she pondered what she was doing but as she smoothed down her skirt she felt aroused. This was the rudest, sexiest thing she had ever done. Carrying her underwear back in her hand was the most difficult part. Anyone who chose to look would have seen what she carried and speculate what she was doing. No doubt some would consider her to a be a whore.

As she entered the bar she felt the unaccustomed sensation of cool air on her naked thighs and crotch, followed by a flush of heat and moisture between her thighs. She felt a pang of embarrassment as she handed over her underwear and Barry sniffed them, she shuddered when she speculated how strongly they would smell with the days sweat and other things. Showing him her naked crotch had been difficult, no man had ever seen her naked body. Once it had been done, however, she felt a sense of release – it had been a watershed.

“I think it might help our further discussions if we go to my house,” Barry suggested.

“Fine.” Shirley agreed.

Barry drove them in his Saab convertible to a house in the better part of town. As they entered Shirley was impressed with the quality and taste of the furnishings. Barry was obviously making good money.

The lounge was huge with a leather suite, large widescreen TV and cinema system. One end of the room was entirely mirrored making the room seem double in length.

In the hall was a large solid wooden door. Barry unlocked it with a large key and led the way down.

In the cellar Shirley was shown Barry’s “dungeon”. The walls and floor had been covered in mock stonework giving the impression of a castle dungeon - she recognised it from pictures on the web site. In the centre of the room was a rack comprising of a number of adjustable beams. This allowed the securing of a sub in a range of positions. Ceiling beams fitted with pulleys allowed the suspension and trussing of subs. A huge range of straps, gags, ropes, whips, enema bags and other BDSM paraphernalia was set out on tables.

“This is my work room,” Barry grinned.

They returned upstairs to the lounge. Barry sat down on the couch.

“Undress!” He instructed.

Shirley complied without comment. Soon she was naked.

Barry was an expert on naked woman flesh and he concluded that Shirley was in a class of her own. Slim without the slightest hint of surplus fat or cellulite. She had full tits without any real sag and large pink aureole which tightened as the cool air brushed against them. Her lower belly was smooth, her slit peeking enticingly from between her closed thighs.

“Come closer,” he commanded. She obeyed.

Barry ran his hands over her body feeling Shirley’s shiver at their first contact. Silky soft but firm flesh. He felt each breast, testing their weight and softness, noting how each nipple stiffened as his hand brushed against then. He ran his hand down her belly and between her legs. Obediently Shirley parted her thighs. Her cunt was hot and moist, her juices smearing on his hand. She closed her thighs in reflex as his hand brushed her slit.

“Don’t resist me!!” he shouted slapping her hard across her thigh.

Shirley gasped in pain, tears appearing in her eyes.

“Sorry papa,” she spoke quietly.

He stood and slapped her tits hard, once and then a second time, leaving red marks on her pale flesh. Shirley cried out in pain.

“Don’t ever disobey me again,” he snarled.” Turn around.” Again she obeyed.

Her butt was firm and smooth.

“Bend over.”

“Yes Papa.”

Barry pulled her butt cheeks apart. Her tight, virgin slit and tiny pink butt-hole were revealed. He leant forward sniffing at her crotch. The smell of fresh soap with a hint of her musk sent a flood of lust through him. He leant forward and licked her butt hole. Using the spit as lubricant he pressed his finger into the puckered opening, pushing it in.

Shirley shuddered in shock. The uncomfortable feeling of his finger penetrating her body was an outrage to her sense of cleanliness.

For his part, Barry was thoroughly enjoying things. His finger pushed past her tight sphincter and into her body, only to encounter the hard contents of her bowel. Shirley’s mind spun with embarrassment. With the excitement of the date and her rush to prepare, she had forgotten to take a crap. During the evening she had felt the fullness of her waste pressing down and demanding release. Now the sensation was unbearable.

“Please papa, I need the toilet.”

“Wait,” Barry’s voice was stern.

He briefly left the room and returned with a cat litter tray. He threw it to the floor.

“Use that.” He commanded.

Shirley looked at the tray in horror. She couldn’t take a dump in front of anyone else. She opened her mouth to speak in protest when she saw the look on Barry’s face. She had no choice but to obey.

She squatted over the tray. As she crapped every noise – the sound of her piss hitting the cat litter, the crackling of her turd as it eased out, the small farts – echoed around the room. When the foul smell of her waste filled the room, she thought she would die from mortification.

Barry had never been particularly turned on by scat but the sight of a huge turd easing from this cuty’s ass was a real turn on.

Eventually Shirley finished.

“I need to clean myself,” she spoke more in hope than expectation.

“Sorry, I can’t help there.” Barry replied. “I can’t have you messing up my house though. Put these on.” He threw her the panties she had taken off earlier. Shirley pulled them on, shuddering as the cotton gusset smeared against the waste that remained on her butt hole.

“Sit down on the floor Shirley.”

Shirley moved to pick up her clothes. Barry stopped her.

“No, you remain as you are until you leave. Sit on the rug, cross-legged.”

Shirley complied. Sitting in front of the litter tray she was unable to avoid the stink or the sight of her shit.

“Good girl. From now on your life will be ruled by me. You will do what I tell you without hesitation. If you argue or disobey, I will punish you. Is that clear?”

“Yes Papa,” Shirley replied.

“You will wear those panties all next week. You will not wash them. Understand?”

“Yes Papa.”

Given Shirley’s earlier comments about her likes and dislikes, he guessed she would hate fulfilling his instructions. He went to the desk and removed a ball point pen. Choosing an exposed part of her panties he wrote the word “Slave”

“There, if that isn’t on your panties next week I will know that you have either washed them or changed them.”

Barry was more than pleased with progress and finally allowed Shirley to get dressed. He gave her a lift home and instructed her to be at his home the following Friday evening at six o clock.

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Shirley had mixed feelings as she lay in bed that evening. She had left her panties on to ensure that her sheets were not stained. The feeling of her sticky crotch was uncomfortable and disgusting. To her surprise she also felt excitement. This rebellion against her beliefs filled her with a strange lust.

Life during the following week was more difficult than she expected. Every day she imagined that her workmates could smell that she was wearing dirty panties. Getting dressed every morning was an ordeal as she felt the crusty gusset press against her cunt - she hated it. She was still able to bathe but no sooner was she clean than she had to put on these disgusting pants. She knew she could easily cheat and not wear the pants but in a surreal way she couldn’t. Irrationally she imagined that Barry would somehow know if she cheated.

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She arrived at Barry’s house promptly the following Friday. She no longer felt very nervous knowing the sorts of things likely to happen. Again she wore her black skirt and white blouse.

“Hello Shirley,” Barry welcomed her. “Have a good week?”

“Yes Papa.”

“I thought we would go for a meal tonight. I’ve brought you a new blouse to wear.”

The blouse was made of beautiful lace, expensive and rather more transparent than she normally wore. Shirley changed into the blouse in the bathroom. In the mirror she could see that almost every detail of her bra could be seen. When she returned downstairs Barry was most complementary.

“Very nice, Shirley. It was made for you.”

Shirley blushed at the complement.

“Just one problem. You bra interferes with the effect, I think you should take it off.”

“Yes Papa.” Shirley sighed in resignation and returned to the bathroom.

Without her bra the blouse revealed everything – she might as well be topless.

“Still, my tits are pretty good, why don’t I show them off.” Shirley told herself, trying to boost her confidence.

Barry was even more complementary when he saw her the second time.

“Oh, by the way Shirley, isn’t there something else I need to see?”

Shirley understood, removed her panties and gave them to him. The gusset was heavily stained brown and smelled pretty nasty. The biro marking was still there.

“Hmmm, tasty what do you think?” he asked, offering them to Shirley to smell.

As the panties were offered to her she could see the staining and cringed that her dirtiness was being exposed. She held them a few inches from her face, grimacing in disgust. The stink was disgusting.

“You like it, eh?” Barry had noticed Shirley’s expression of disgust. “Smell them.”

Shirley complied, cringing inside as her nose brushed against the filthy cloth.

“Oh, maybe you should have a taste. Put it in your mouth.” Barry was determined to give her a hard time.

Shirley complied. Her mouth filled with the horrendous taste of her waste. She gagged.

“Don’t you dare puke!” Barry warned. “Suck them!!”

Somehow Shirley complied.

“OK, enough fun, put them back on and let’s go,” Barry was ready to eat. Shirley reluctantly pulled back on her pants, shuddering at the contact between the damp gusset and her pussy.

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Barry took Shirley to the most expensive restaurant in town. In spite of her resolve, the experience was horrific. As soon as the maitre d’ took her coat Shirley could feel the eyes of everyone on her and hear the whispering. In spite of Barry’s instructions, Shirley’s shyness threatened to take over pushing her to edge of panic. It took all of her will power to sit there and suffer everyone staring at her tits. From the grin on his face Shirley saw that Barry was enjoying the whole experience. For the first time she had a slightly uneasy feeling that her arrangement wasn’t perhaps what she had expected.

“Its warm in here, I think you should open the top three buttons of your blouse,” he sneered.

She complied knowing that her cleavage was now exposed.

In many ways the events of the evening were a pivotal point which changed Shirley’s life.

Part way through the meal she needed to pee and she went to the toilet. On her way back she noticed a man walking towards her between the restaurant tables. From his gait he was obviously slightly drunk and his eyes were glued to her tits which, she realised, were gently bouncing up and down as she walked. As he passed her the man was so engrossed with the sight of her tits that he stumbled into a table, knocking it over with plates and glasses crashing to the floor. There were gasps around the restaurant, not only in response to the man’s accident but also at Shirley’s brazen behaviour. Shirley stumbled back to their table, deeply embarrassed, while the man desperately apologised to the waiter.

Barry had a face like thunder and he curtly informed her that they were leaving. They returned to his house.

As they entered the lounge Barry turned on Shirley, his face flushed with anger.

“You stupid, ignorant bitch, what the hell were you doing showing me up? No one makes a fool of me, why the fuck can’t you do a simple thing like show off your tits without messing up?” he snarled.

Shirley was shocked and a little frightened at his vehemence; it wasn’t clear whether he was playing or not.

“You know what happens to girls who screw up, take your knickers off.”

Mutely Shirley removed her knickers and handed them to Barry.

“Open you mouth wide,” he snarled.

Shirley complied and Barry pushed the reeking panties into her mouth. Shirley struggled not to gag as her mouth was packed full of stinking cloth.

Barry tore the blouse off her body and fiercely gripping one of her nipples pulled her down to the dungeon. He sat on a chair.

“Bend over my knees.”

Shirley obeyed and Barry pulled her skirt up and began slapping her naked butt with his hand. She immediately realised that he wasn’t playing. Each slap stung fiercely bringing tears to her eyes. After a moment Barry stopped. Shirley could not see it but he had picked up a leather paddle. The first Shirley knew about what he had done was when she heard a loud slap followed by an excruciating fiery pain flooding through her rear. She tried to scream but all sound was muffled by her panties.

“This was what you get for upsetting me bitch,” he snarled as he paddled her rear fiercely.

As he paddled her his temper increased and every blow became harder than the last.

Slowly her milky cheeks first became red and as the paddling continued darker bruises and ridges appeared until in one or two areas the skin broke and blood began to ooze. Shirley hoped that the pain would ease but if anything it intensified. At one stage she pissed herself after a particularly hard blow. Barry felt the hot wetness down his leg and a flood of arousal anger went through him.

“You’ve pissed on me to filthy slut,” he shouted beating her even harder.

He was getting turned on like never before by this experience, his cock was rock hard and pressed against her belly. He thrashed her harder, her rear by now bleeding heavily, runnels of blood trickling down her thighs.

Shirley involuntarily wriggled against Barry’s lap sufficiently to trigger his orgasm. She didn’t hear his groan of pleasure but she certainly felt his cock twitch against her followed by warm dampness as his juice seeped through his pants. It was just like her father.

Shirley hoped that her rear would become numb but Barry’s skill was in teasing out fresh pain with every slap. The pain was almost driving her out of her mind and she felt the room recede as though she was about to faint.

With his orgasm Barry’s fury ebbed and he finally stopped beating her. Wincing she stood up, her face was red and streaked with eye shadow and tears.

“You may go home.” Was all that Barry said, dismissing her like a naughty schoolgirl.

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Back at her home Shirley’s first instinct was to take hot shower. Her rear stung fiercely as she soaped it but she was determined to wash the filth of the whole evening off her body. She felt an anger which consumed her completely. That bastard had used her. She had been a fool paying him good money so that he could get his own gratification from her. He was just like her father – getting his rocks off as he beat her.

She left the shower and toweled her body down – not an easy task when she reached her battered rear. She looked in the mirror to see that her previously superb rear was now a mess of red and purple bruises and lacerations.

The decision was made, Barry was now history – once she had had her revenge.

With her ideas and feelings resolved she rang Barry the next morning.

“Barry, it’s Shirley,” she began when he answered the phone. “First I want to apologise for letting you down last night, it won’t happen again.”

Barry was exultant that she had come back grovelling for forgiveness – he had the bitch where he wanted her.

“I would like to review the limits of our arrangements – I think it’s time for us to move things along and change the boundaries, if you get my meaning,” she continued.

Barry understood quite clearly, she was offering the chance to screw her. With his arrogance and twisted logic he assumed that the previous night had turned her on.

“Of course, if you feel ready,” he replied. “When do you want to meet?”

“I can be over now, if you’re free,” came the reply.

Barry jumped at the chance, he could easily cancel the session already planned with another customer that morning.

Shirley slipped into a tight black dress but chose to leave her underwear at home. She slipped the now unspeakably filthy knickers in her bag.

Barry’s face was a picture of lust when he opened the door – he almost drooled as he let Shirley into the house.

“Shall we go upstairs?” he asked planning to lead her to the bedroom.

“No, I would like to go to the cellar,” she replied, walking down the stairs.

“A little fetish, eh?” Barry was grinning as he followed – he anticipated some serious fun.

“Do you mind if I tie you up a little?” Shirley asked.

“Fine, anything to please a lady.”

Shirley led him to the rack and quickly fastened his wrists and ankles so that he was reclining. A strap around his head held him fast.

“Open mouth papa,” she husked. Barry complied willingly and Shirley dropped a small blue object into Barry’s mouth.

“A little Viagra to help you out.” Shirley husked. “100 milligrams will ensure you keep it up. I don’t have a drink to help you swallow it, maybe this will help.” She leant forward a slowly spat a large gob into his mouth.

The taste of her sweet spit was nectar to Barry. He swallowed the Viagra tab.

Before Barry realised what was happening, Shirley pushed her filthy panties into his mouth and slipped a ball gag into on top, ensured his silence. She saw the shock in his eyes as he tasted her filthy pants.

“Tasty?” she asked, smiling.

She gave a second smile and left the room.

Shirley made herself a coffee and sat down in the lounge. The viagra would half about half an hour to be absorbed and she wanted it to work to the max. She caught sight of the desk in the corner and decided to conduct a little research. The desk was locked but she easily levered it open with a knife from the kitchen. Inside were a diary and a ledger. It was quite clear that Barry was making serious cash, most of his clients were being charged over £200 an hour. The diary was equally revealing giving explicit detail of what he thought of his clients. Shirley was appalled by the comments about herself confirming her own conclusions about him. He deserved some serious torment.

She found the admin password to his web site in the diary and she quickly powered up the PC and logged into the site. There were the usual sections of picture galleries and mpegs. There was also a special VIP area. She found a link with the text “Cute blonde takes a dump” and clicking on it soon found herself watching a video clip of her shitting in the cat letter tray. She felt appalled and betrayed that countless other perverts had seen her humiliated.

She went into the hall and found a door near the end. It led to a small room separated from the lounge by a two-way mirror. Inside were a professional video camera and a full video editing suite. It took her a matter of seconds to damage the equipment seriously.

This guy was about to suffer.

The half an hour was now up and she went downstairs.

“Ready for fun, lover?” she smiled. Slowly she peeled off her dress, running her hands over her body provocatively. Slowly she ran her hand between her legs, her finger slipping in her wet slit. Shirley slowly sucked her finger, tasting her juices.

Barry had rarely seen anything so erotic and felt his cock stiffen in his tight jeans.

Shirley had found a hobby knife in the kitchen and she used it to cut off Barry’s clothes, finally leaving him naked. The clothes had cost him a lot of money but were a small price to pay for the fun that was to come. His cock, now fully erect, lay throbbing across his belly. While Barry had seen her naked, this was the first time she had seen him. She was impressed. His body was hard and fit and his cock an impressive length.

She placed her hands on his chest, rubbing and tweaking his nipples. Barry’s cock twitched involuntarily.

“Hmmm, you like that?” Shirley murmured before bending forward to take each of his nipples in her mouth, sucking and nibbling. Her tit brushed across Barry’s cock adding the pleasure. Slowly Shirley ran her tongue down his body, taking time to lick his navel and then downwards to his cock. She loved the clean but masculine musk of his body – any other time she would have enjoyed fucking him. The end of his cock oozed clear fluid which smeared over her lips as she took his cock head into her mouth. Softly she sucked pushing her tongue between his glands and foreskin.

Barry was in heaven – never before had he experience such head. He pushed his hips forward trying to thrust his cock deeper into her mouth.

Shirley stopped sucking and looked up grinning.

“Slow down tiger, this is going to last. You’ve got nice big cock Barry, I wonder if we can make it bigger.”

Very slowly she opened her mouth wide and eased his cock into her. Fighting the gag reflex, she allowed the cock to move down her throat until her lips pressed against Barry’s hairy belly. Barry had never been properly deep throated and he felt the pleasure rise in his cock. Shirley felt the twitching in the cock and pulled back – Barry wasn’t going to come yet. She allowed his cock to fall from her mouth, dragging a long strand of drool from her throat.

Shirley reached over to the table by the frame and took a large butt plug. Barry’s eyes started in horror and he made a gurgling noise. He had used the plug on clients but had an aversion to them being used on himself. His mute appeal was ignored and the plug pushed in firmly. The unlubricated plug tore painfully at his sphincter as Shirley pushed it in but once in place it exerted a constant pressure against his prostate. To his surprise, the pressure magnified his pleasure tenfold.

She returned her attention to his crotch taking each of his balls into her mouth sucking and rubbing with her tongue. He moaned with pleasure. Stopping she quickly reached for a thin leather strap which she fastened around his ball sack before attaching it to the frame below him. As she tightened the strap it pulled his balls down. Barry winced slightly with the pulling on his sack before the tension added to the pressure in his cock. He thought it would explode. Just to add to the pressure Shirley slipped on a rubber cock ring over his dick.

Shirley stood back and admired her handiwork. Barry was now incapable of moving. His cock was hugely erect and purple in colour was securely and tightly bound.

Slowly, infinitely slowly, Shirley moved her body over Barry – her tits brushing his cock, chest and finally his face. Positioning herself carefully so he could see, she rubbed her dripping cunt over his cock – to and fro, his cock sliding into her slit making small wet noises. Finally she positioned herself so his cock nudged into her opening. She pushed down until she felt it’s pressure against her hymen.

Barry was in a haze of pleasure, the moment of perfect penetration was at hand - in a moment he would buried up to the hilt in her body. He closed his eyes so he could absorb every nuance of the pleasure.

She held her position for a moment and then, to his dismay, lifted her cunt off him.

“As I recall it, you enjoy seeing me piss and shit,” she whispered. “Maybe you will like this.”

She eased herself up until her crotch was above his face and began to piss. She had a very full bladder and she release a powerful jet of her piss onto his face. The hot, stinking stream entered his eyes and nose and dribbled down the narrow gap around the ball gag. Barry struggled not to choke as his limited airway flooded. The stream of piss seemed to go on for an eternity and Barry began to believe that he would choke to death.

Shirley wasn’t going to let this happen and she climbed off. Barry looked both pathetic and ridiculous. Soaking wet and half drowned in piss with this huge purple hard-on.

She moved over to her dress and began to put it on.

“Sorry Barry, I must go.” She smiled seeing his look of deepest frustration. “It’s been fun but I really am ready to move on. I’m afraid the Viagra coupled with the cock rings will keep you stiff for quite a time. There is a chance that the restricted circulation might cause the flesh of your cock to start to die but if I remember, I’ll call the emergency services to release you in a few hours. Hopefully gangrene won’t have set in before then. Thank you for your time and all you’ve taught me but you’ve been having far too much fun at my expense and I think you need to suffer a little. “

“We won’t be meeting again. Bye!”

Barry watched as she disappeared upstairs and heard the sound of the dungeon door being locked, the key being broken in the lock, her walking down the hall and the front door closing.

Softly he began to sob…