  







Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.

MRS.  ARROGANT TAMED 2 - 2

   * * * * * * * * * * * *

   A Story by Lara V Cataluna

   (NC, MC, humiliation)

   * * * * * * * * * * * *

   Disclaimer : Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 18 Or If You
Are Offended By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual Activity. All Characters,
Situations, And Locations Are Purely Fictional.

   I love to hear from readers.  Please let me know what you think.  Thank
you...

   Not having posted in a long time, I can use the advice :)

   *****************

   SATURDAY

   It was close to noon when Rudy woke up.  It felt like he had wrestled in
the Olympics the night before.  He climbed out of bed grunting, making a
mental note to call his parents.  They hadn't been too happy to hear he was
staying over at a friend's for the night, not knowing their son had spent
the night just two floors above, fucking the Catalunas' sweet daughter into
pulp.

   Alicia was in the sunroof of the penthouse, catching up with her
reading, when Rudy found her.  She'd given an entire week off to the
personnel, and canceled all her rendezvous, to be at Rudy's service round
the clock.

   "Good morning, slave".

   She responded in kind, however grudgingly.  Having to address this
yesterday's brat as her "Master" was more than she could bear.  But
disobedience was too unthinkable.  She could only hope he'd leave her alone
or maybe settle for oral sex and go away.  No such luck:

   "Put on something sexy, we're going shopping" Rudy said, drinking from a
carton of milk he must have taken from the fridge.  "A girl needs her
toys..."

   * * * * * * * * * * * *

   "Hello Misses" the doorman greeted Alicia.  George was somewhat
surprised to see her accompanied by young Rudy.  He also noticed that this
morning the resident of the 12th floor looked even more fuckable than
usual. The young woman showed as much skin and cleavage as possible without
actually looking like a hooker.  Luckily, Alicia's wardrobe had plenty of
choices designed to tease without being slutty: Normally, she enjoyed
pushing men's buttons.

   Under no orders to extend pleasant demeanor to the help, Alicia replied
as usual, with an aristocratic scorn on her face, barely acknowledging the
doorman's existence.  George was used to the young woman thumbing her nose
at him.

   "Alicia, have you given George a tip for the St.  Patrick's Day this
year?" Rudy inquired.

   She couldn't recall but she'd never heard of such a thing before.  James
always took care of such trivial matters anyway.  She did recall, however,
her husband talking her out of getting George fired.  Ever disdainful of
the help around her, she had a particular dislike for George, whose obscene
thoughts she'd been sensing since she'd become a blossoming teen.

   "I can't recall, Master"

   George made a mental note to have his ears checked, having heard
something resembling the word 'Master'.  He also couldn't comprehend why
Rudy was impishly smiling at him.

   "Well, that's not very nice of you" Rudy chided Alicia with mock
outrage. "In fact, I think, you should also apologize to him for being such
a tease and a bitch, especially since you've been giving the poor guy a
constant hard-on since 1987?"

   When Alicia gulped in dread, Rudy only had to hint at the consequences
of disobedience, which she couldn't remember, except that she knew they
were far too terrible.  She was instantly apologetic: "I'm sorry for being
such a tease and a bitch, George".

   George couldn't believe his ears but he loved what he heard: Alicia was
certainly being very humble today!

   "No, no, noo...  that's not the way little fucktoys like you apologize!"
Rudy lamented, apparently frustrated with the poor manners of Alicia.  "Why
don't we just retire into the mail-room and you can apologize to George
properly"!

   Moments later, the door to the mailroom was locked.  Inside, Alicia was
on her knees, with George's wrinkled cock sliding in and out of her mouth.
Unable to disobey, too scared to displease, Alicia was servicing the
doorman with all the effort she could muster, drawing on the previous
night's endless training: Her head was bobbing up and down, her tongue was
rubbing along the underside of his cock.  Her manicured fingers kept steady
and massaged the doorman's rigid cock as it penetrated her parted lips. 
The empty silence of the small mail-room was now filled with the obscene
sucking sounds Alicia made.  Her shame was all to apparent on her pretty
face.

   For his part, George couldn't quite comprehend this chain of events but
for the moment he was focused on the indisputable facts: He'd always
imagined those red luscious lips wrapped around his cock, and now the
snotty-bitch Alicia was in fact on her knees sucking him off for all she
was worth.

   Rudy was watching the entire spectacle with amusement: Alicia giving a
blow-job to the lowly doorman she'd always sneered at!  What a riot!

   George was fast dropping all pretense of modesty: "That's right, bitch"
he groaned with satisfaction.  "Suck my cock...  Suck me off you
cock-teasing slut..." Soon, the delightful treatment he received in
Alicia's mouth proved to be too much for the weary man.  He exploded with a
loud grunt, as the young woman's mouth started milking the cum from his
cock.

   "Is she good or what?" quipped Rudy.

   "Oh, yeah.." George replied, the head of his cock still resting heavy on
Alicia's tongue.  He tried to catch his breath as he withdrew from Alicia's
mouth.

   "You have no idea how much she's improved...  You see George" Rudy
explained as his elder friend tried to collect his composure, "Alicia does
only as I tell her, isn't that right Alicia?"

   She nodded her head and mumbled in the affirmative while cleaning the
doorman's cock with a few last licks, just as she'd been taught by Rudy.

   "You're my slave, are you not?" he prodded her.

   "Yes, Master" she replied in shame.

   George almost laughed at this.  Mrs.  Prim Arrogant Alicia Dewey, having
sucked his cock on her knees, was now loudly professing to be some kind of
concubine slave!

   "Now, George, this is just between us.  Alicia here looks like a real
ball-buster, but she loves to be dominated and used.  She practically begs
for it...  All you need to do, if you want to receive Alicia's good graces
again, is to just keep this between us, and I'll make sure she treats you
right".  It sounded like the best deal George had ever been offered.

   Alicia had already gathered herself up.  She'd never felt so degraded
and worthless in her entire life.  She avoided looking at George as if his
sight might blind her.

   When they finally made their way out the door, they left behind an
ecstatic George, weakened in the knees.

   * * * * * * * * * * * *

   They finally got off the cab in SoHo, in front of a store that did not
reveal itself except in the barely visible letters carved on the door:
"Dream Dresser".  Rudy had learned about this mystic establishment on the
Internet: "An Upscale Sex and Costume shop".  It was targeted at only the
discriminating men who enjoyed a little variety in their concubines.  Rudy
knocked on the door, somewhat nervous.  Apparently, you couldn't just waltz
in.  Alicia was quietly standing behind him, wondering what kind of place
this was.  She didn't like the looks of it.

   When the door opened, they were greeted by an attractive woman.  She
seemed to be in her 40s, but was quite beautiful, in a peculiar,
intimidating way.  Her eye-catching red hair was spilled over the
shoulders, contrasting with emerald green eyes.  She was tall and graceful
yet her presence was at once intimidating.  Dressed in a business-suit, she
exuded an aura of authority.

   She briefly sized up Rudy with doubting eyes, evidently accustomed to
seeing richly-dressed businessmen at the door, rather than a young man in
jeans.  But a client could be judged by the company he kept, and on that
score the young man fared exceptionally well.  She gave a pleasant smile to
the couple, as if the two were merely on casual shopping:

   "Come on in.  I am Monique Penelope, the proprietor of Dream Dresser"!

   They made their way through the small corridor, entering the store.  The
hostess conspicuously ignored Alicia, informing Rudy that she'd be
available if he required any assistance.  She knew to keep her distance
from clients as they went through the store's intimate offerings.

   There was no cheap merchandise inside, no magazines or videos.  The
decor could easily be mistaken for a Versace showroom - except this fashion
line-up was devoted to fantasy and bondage, with various costumes and
accessories placed on the hangers: Bondage outfits, S&M wear, slave
costumes, outrageous dresses, all sorts of kinky attires...  Uniforms for
every imaginable fetish: Maids, nurses, cheerleaders, harem outfits and
catsuits, school girl uniforms (one in particular caught Rudy's attention,
almost a deliberate replica of the tiny, frilly Catholic school uniform
Alicia used to prance in...  a must buy).  Leather was the fabric of choice
in many costumes, but with plenty of metals, laces, satins, soft rubbers,
glitters and sparkles thrown in.  It was all perverse, albeit with class.

   As Rudy made his way through the aisles, shifting through the exotic
garments, Alicia was following behind him with helpless dread.  She'd never
seen so many offensive garments.  Every fetish, every male fantasy was
pandered to.  Worse, it was obvious Rudy was getting one diabolical idea
after another as he went through all the merchandise.  Especially when he
moved on to the back corner of the store which featured an impressive
collection of bondage tools and sex toys.  Frightening, flagrant items were
lined up on the walls: Whips, cuffs, chains, canes, various items
resembling over-sized human parts.  Many toys Alicia would never wish to
acquaint with.

   In her quiet corner, Monique watched them.  She always made a point of
paying attention to her clients.  Judging people was one of her many
talents.  After having catered to the tastes of the rich and powerful in
many more venues than just the boutique, she felt like she could read their
souls.  Most of her customers tended to be discriminating and confident
men, though there was the occasional lesbian who happened to share
Monique's tastes: Tormenting tightly-bound beautiful, young women.

   Whatever his other qualities may be, this young man was obviously
inexperienced in owning a slave - she assumed the woman was a sex slave,
which was strange.  She was in her mid-twenties whereas the young man
looked barely out of his teens.  She looked positively aristocratic, her
attire was provocative but expensive nevertheless, and the make-up was for
a young woman of class.  And Monique could tell her uneasy obedience
concealed an outrage at her predicament - she wasn't a willing participant
in the current state of affairs.  That, especially, sparked Monique's
interest.

   She watched as Rudy directed a hefty purchase of costumes and bondage
equipment.  The total would run in the thousands, which was good business,
but didn't dampen Monique's curiosity.  When Alicia handed over her gold
American Express, Monique had no doubt the attractive woman was a young
aristocrat.  She was a proud, feisty one: The kind she'd love to play with.

   "She's very pretty" Monique said directly to Rudy, deliberately talking
about Alicia as if she was his property.  It was obvious the proprietor of
"Dream Dresser" had her eyes on her much the same way Rudy did.  That a
dyke was checking her out like a piece of meat was almost enough to make
Alicia vomit right there.

   Yet Monique seemed to be amused by Alicia's revulsion at her.  Like
every red-blooded lesbian, Monique had fantasies of forcing straight women
into submission.  She imagined Alicia's pretty face buried between her
legs. She would have loved to teach her how to eat pussy like a seasoned
dyke - whether the young woman wanted or not.  She produced a card, handing
it over to Rudy:

   "If you need help training her, give me a call".

   Rudy hesitated briefly before accepting the card.  "Sure" he finally
smiled fiendishly.

   * * * * * * * * * * * *

   They walked out of Dream Dresser with a handful of bags, not even
counting all the dresses and costumes that were to be sent to Alicia's
apartment.  Alicia knew her credit card was going to get a major hit this
month at this pace.  It wouldn't have mattered, except that giving away her
own money for her own humiliation infuriated her endlessly.

   "We'll take the subway" Rudy announced.  She never rode the subway,
doing her best to avoid rowdy masses.  She hated the rabble.

   She struggled to hold on to the bags as the subway shook.  They were
sufficiently disguised but if anybody saw their contents, she'd die of
shame.  And the way the train rocked, it felt like the bags would spill
open any moment.  She could tell all the eyes were on her, which she'd
typically enjoy in all her vainglory.  But being crammed into the packed
train with a bag full of dildos and handcuffs, serving as a prop to leer at
for the ride, wasn't something she enjoyed.  She could see eyes fixated on
her chest as the train regularly shook, and could feel men all around her
trying to get in closer.

   Finally they got off at the 57th street subway station.  As they walked
outside, Rudy could see heads turning: The girl was a looker.  It was
over-powering to know that this beautiful girl other men took pains to
catch a glimpse of actually was his property - even if for the time-being.

   Alicia realized in alarm that they were heading towards Victoria's
Secret.  "Master" she chimed in, sweetening up her voice as much as
possible despite her grudge.  "We can't go into the Victoria's Secret".

   "Why not?"

   "I was there just the other day".

   "So?"

   Alicia's wardrobe wasn't lacking in lingerie.  She was no prude, as many
frustrated boys from high-school on could testify to.

   "We've had a bit of a run-in.  They know me there".  She had just
recently given the salesgirls a tongue-lashing for being insufficiently
servile in attending to her demands.  And she'd let it be known that she
would be making her hefty purchases elsewhere, depriving the two Jersey
tarts in the store from a large commission.

   "Well, too bad".

   They were greeted by the same two salesgirls from last week.  Alicia
tried to look away but she could tell they recognized her at once, with
apparent dismay.

   "I'm looking for some sluttish lingerie for my slave here" Rudy
announced to Alicia's shock.  She felt her face burn red in shame.  She
would have ran out if she could.  But disobedience would be so much
worse...

   The sales girls paused only for a moment before breaking into a laugh
they couldn't suppress.  It was too good to be true.

   Rudy continued with the mocking: "She's quite wealthy so money's no
problem; I'd like her to model in some of your skimpiest choices".  They
knew money was no problem at all for this particular rich-bitch, she'd told
them that much just the other day.

   The salesgirls obliged gladly, scurrying to grab the undergarments off
the mannequins while Rudy was seated in a comfortable armchair.  As Alicia
was dreadfully escorted to the changing room, one of the sales-girls
produced a glass of white wine for Rudy's enjoyment, a usual perk for the
high-spenders.

   When she stepped out of the dressing room, she was in a tiny excuse for
a teddy: It had a deep V-neck which left her breasts all but naked, and it
was fully open on by the sides down to the tie at the waist, for an
effortless peeling.  The material itself was already so thin as to be
virtually transparent.  When Rudy gestured her to come forward, she
helplessly began modeling in front of him and under the grinning gaze of
the sales girls.  The two sales girls, now joined by another, were hardly
concealing their amusement.

   She was infuriated with the giggling bitches but her fury gave way to
shame when she saw there was an old couple entering the store.  The old man
noticed her immediately, enjoying the sight of a practically naked woman
sashaying about as his unsuspecting wife went about the undergarments she
was looking for.  Alicia walked from one end of the store to the other,
making a sharp turn and heading towards the changing rooms.  She felt
completely nude and ridiculous.

   As she donned one skimpy lingerie after another to model before her
Master, the salesgirls made sure she marched back forth in front of the
store's large window - that way she couldn't hide from the crowded 57th
street.  Soon, her act was catching attention: The on-lookers, mostly men,
started dropping in.

   Rudy continued sipping his wine as he voiced approval or disapproval at
the various undergarments his pet donned.  There were snickering from the
people who were herding inside the store now, and angry looks from the few
women who had come to buy undergarments in private.  Most initially thought
this was some kind of publicity-stunt, but Rudy's constant commands
signaled something else was going on.

   Alicia seemed embarrassed to the core which only amused the sales girls
who placed her in one near-nude lingerie after another.  Whatever drove her
to such degradation, it was time to get back at the rich-bitch.  By the
time she was sashaying in fishnet stockings, a thong and see-through bras
like a hooker, there was a mini-crowd inside the store.

   Finally Rudy decided enough was enough; there was a breaking-point to
the amount of risk he was willing to take: "We're buying all of them" he
announced, much to the delight of the sales girls, who were going to easily
make-up for the lost commissions from Alicia's previous visit.

   They finally left Victoria's Secret amidst catcalls and whistles.

   * * * * * * * * * * * *

   By the time they returned to Alicia and James's penthouse, Rudy was
already contemplating how to use his slave.  Exposing the snotty young
woman in public had given him a rigid hard-on all day long, which now had
to be taken care of.  This being Saturday, Rudy was going bar-hopping with
high-school friends as promised.  Thus, no time for a repeat of last
night's performance.  There was only one thing left out from that sex
marathon, a particular sexual practice that obviously horrified Alicia,
judging from the tape.  The problem was, his limited tally had never
included sodomy, which he himself imagined to be painful and filthy.  But
rules were rules: He was determined to deflower the haughty princess in
every vile way imaginable.

   He made Alicia take out his cock and give it a good few sucks.  "You'd
better make it real wet, if you know what's good for you" the young woman
was warned.  "You have no idea where it's going in next".  Despite the
alarm bells this threat raised, Alicia darted her wet tongue all along
Rudy's cock, covering every vein, slobbering all over the thick head.  Too
fearful to disobey, she didn't stop until the Master's cock was glistening
wet with her saliva.

   No sooner was Alicia done with her task, she was bent over the dining
table in the dinner quarters.  She was stripped naked except for a pair of
high-heels left on for visual effect.  Her naked body laid on the cold
surface of the antique 19th century mahogany dining table, her firm tits
crushing underneath her.  Rudy was positioned behind her, amusing himself
with the thought of James and Alicia having dinner parties around the very
table on which Alicia was sodomized.

   He entered slowly and cautiously at first, barely pushing forward.  But
after a few preliminary tries, he drove forth at once with power, managing
to move inside, past the young aristocrat's tight sphincter.

   When Alicia realized she was about to be sodomized, she nearly jumped
out of her own skin.  She couldn't imagine what was coming.  The idea of a
greek rape was enough to terrify her - she'd never had anything placed in
there in her life.  The first alien feeling of being prodded in her virgin
asshole drew a panicked grunt from the young woman.  The shock from pain
and embarrassment brought tears to her eyes as she grabbed the sides of the
table in fear.

   Rudy's first few strokes were painful, but he soon began enjoying the
tight softness all around his cock.  He was awarded with a delightful
squeeze each time he pushed forth hard, which motivated him to push faster
and harder.  Alicia, for her part, grunted like a wounded animal for each
shove Rudy gave her.  It felt like she was being drilled into, a giant tool
mercilessly tearing her apart.  When she opened her mouth to scream, she
could only produce an incessant whining.  As Rudy began pumping her in
earnest, he grabbed her by the hair.  Her head was pulled back forcefully,
forcing her to face the antique mirror on the wall so that she could watch
herself being sodomized.

   As the pain grew barely tolerable, Alicia continued moaning and
shrieking.  The shame of being invaded so unnaturally was almost more
painful: She was being fucked in the ass, violated in the most vile way on
her own dining table, by the little boy she used to tease and snicker at.
Rudy was sodomizing her like a mere animal.  Finally, she felt him tense up
inside her and soon he exploded into her bowels with a loud cry.

   Rudy pulled out slowly and carefully, satisfied with himself.  This
wasn't so bad after all.  "I always thought you were an asshole, Alicia;
now I know for sure..." he whispered into her ear, determined to try it
again in the near future: "Clean!".

   Alicia barely managed to get off the table shaking, and got down on her
knees to clean up his cock.  Her body was still trembling from the painful
pounding she'd received, but the revulsion of having to clean his cock felt
even worse.  She tried desperately to ignore that the cock in her mouth had
just come out of her ass.

   As she set about sucking his dirty cock, Rudy ordered Alicia to look up.
She continued sucking with her eyes trained at her Master's.  Rudy looked
deep into her eyes, seeing all the mixed fear and shame there.  Alicia
looked haughty no more.  She was so powerless and inferior, looking up at
him with his cock in her mouth, serving her Master with all the humiliation
laid bare in her eyes.  Rudy allowed himself to cumm again, with a
delightful power rush, and watched his slave duly swallow.

   * * * * * * * * * * * *

   
