3 comments/ 62180 views/ 13 favorites Sherri's Descent Ch. 01 By: ArachnisRoyal Sherri was on her knees looking up at the very last person she ever wanted to give oral sex. His strong hands squeezed her head, holding it in place. His long, thick penis jutted past her lips as his testicles pumped semen into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out with sperm that she didn't want to swallow and her distraught mind wandered back to the situation that brought her to this terrible moment. * She sat at her computer screen waiting for her instructions. She had done as the email from Lord Royal had instructed and was sitting primly in her office chair with her web cam up and running and her speakers and mike adjusted as per his instructions. Sherri had found Lord Royal through a message board on an adult website that specialized in the deviant side of sexual behavior. Following her divorce from an abusive prick of a husband and six years of go nowhere relationships she had taken to visiting website that catered to the bondage scene. It wasn't just curiosity that led here there. At work and in her private life as a single mother she was a control freak, micromanaging every aspect of her law office as a paralegal and doting too much on her son. Secretly though she wished to relinquish that control sometime, to ease a little while and let someone else make the decisions once in a while. That way the consequences of those decisions—such as choosing to date a succession of married or otherwise attached men—would not be hers. And so with no actual experience in the dominant/submissive world she cast herself on the waves of worldwide web and was quickly snatched up by someone who immediately took control and granted her a trial period as one of his "online toys". She had no idea what aspect of the bondage life she might like and no real concept of what it actually entailed, but she was ready to try it out...or so she thought. She sat in front of her camera for a quarter of an hour past the time she was supposed to be in position. Her computer screen was blank but she knew Lord Royal was watching her, testing her to make sure that she would keep her position until otherwise directed. Her neck was starting to smart from keeping her head down but other than that she was fine. She was ready to begin and eager to proof herself to the man who might become her master. Still the sudden sound of a deep mail voice caused her to jump. "Out of the chair and on your knees!" Sherri slid to her knees so fast her chair rolled backward and hit the door to her bedroom. She wasn't worried about her son hearing anything. He was out with his grandparents. His eighteenth birthday was in a few days but they were going to be out of town and wanted to celebrate with him early. She was supposed to be there but begged off sick to make her appointment with Lord Royal. "So you think you're ready to become one of my toys, do you?" "Y-yes, sir." Sherri kept her head bowed and her hands in her lap. "What makes you think I would want you?" The question flummoxed her. She had no experience and she some part of her that usually stayed hidden said that she had no value. Her cheeks went cold and her pulse quickened. Surely he wouldn't reject her. She was offering herself to him sight unseen, exposing the most vulnerable, best hidden side of her being. She didn't know how to answer him and was afraid not to. "I...I....I....", was all she could say. A long silence let her know that her failed attempt at a reply was not received well. "Stand up." Sherrie stood, worried that she was about to be dismissed. "The information I have about you says that you are forty-one. Is that correct?" "Yes, sir." Well past her prime, she thought. And several pounds overweight. But not too old or fat, she hoped. "Strip in this order: shoes, socks, pants, blouse, bra and then panties. Is that understood?" "Yes, sir." "Good. Then do it." Sherri was all too aware that her butt was too big and her breasts were too small, not to mention her thick thighs and chubby middle. She knew that she was middle-aged and saggy but she was hoping that her vulnerable openness, her willingness to be used would make up for physical shortcomings. Still her heart pounded as she stripped off in the order she was told. She stood in a pile of her clothes naked and scared, waiting for her next set of order, hoping that they would come and not a dismissal. The first part of Lord Royal's response was a long sigh. "Not good", he said. "I hope that you're malleable enough to make this worth my time." "I am, sir. I-" "Shut up! You will not speak unless asked! Is that clear?" "Yes, sir!" Oh, my god! I screwed up already! Sherri started to quiver but stopped. She remained still and waited. Lord Royal sighed again. "Before we go any further you have to do something about that unsightly clump of hair between your legs. Go shave your pubic hair into a landing strip. I want it three inches above your clit and one inch wide. Go!" Sherri headed for her bathroom at double pace but then faltered and raced into the kitchen. She fished a ruler out of the junk drawer and ran to her bathroom to run some water in the tub. She lathered her pussy with shaving cream, but was too busy trying to get the measurements right and do a proper job that she had no time to enjoy the feel of her hands on a pussy made slippery by the water and shaving cream. She dried off her groin and zipped back to the blank computer screen. She resumed her submissive stance and hoped that she had not disappointed Lord Royal. "Adequate", he said after a lengthy pause. "Now turn around so I can see your fat ass." She did as ordered. "Hm. Turn back around. Get that office chair and sit in it. Spread your legs. Further. All the way. Put your legs on the arms of the chair and spread that pussy. Get them up there!" Sherri struggled to get her legs up and onto the arms of the chair. Neither the chair of her body was made for that position. Still she tried and Lord Royal cajoled her. Finally she made it by raising up and straddling the chair. Her butt was off the cushion though and Lord Royal was having none of that. "Lower your ass", he told her. "Ease your weight down. It's painful but it won't kill you. Do it." Sherri grimaced as she did as told. Her thighs were stretched as tight as bow strings—aching bow strings—and her lower back radiated pain. Her pussy though was fully open and presented to her web cam. Lord Royal had an excellent view of her most intimate place. "You'll get used to the position. Now stay there until I say otherwise." Sweat ran down Sherri's cheeks and neck. It trickled over her chest, shining on her small sagging breasts. Her legs shook and pain distorted her face. Time dragged on. Five minutes, ten, twenty, an hour. She couldn't see her bedside clock and lost all of time sitting there, perched on the arms of the chair, fighting the pain of the awkward position. "Ease yourself out of the chair", Lord Royal said after an eternity. Sherri complied, gasping as new pain raced all over her throbbing muscles. "Go into the bathroom and get that ruler you used earlier." Sherri's legs were shaky but she hurried to do as told. "Put it on the seat of the chair. Now back into the chair spread open all the way." She had to resist groaning as she climbed back into the chair. It was easier this time but far from easy. When her pussy was fully exposed Lord Royal ordered her to reach down and pick up the ruler. At his direction she measured her newly trimmed pubic hair. When she was done though and her job pronounced adequate he did not tell her to put down the ruler. Instead he instructed her to take her left breast in her left hand. "Place the flat of the ruler on the nipple", he told her. Sherri heart sped up as she realized what was about to happen, what the man she wanted to call master was going to make her do. She knew that pain was always to be expected in the life style but nothing could prepare her to the terror of waiting for it. "Hold the ruler a foot and a half out", Lord Royal said. "A little farther. There, that's it. Remember the position. You will always recover the ruler to that distance. Am I understood?" "Y-yes, sir." Oh shit, am I really going to do this? She asked herself. It's going to hurt like hell! "You will strike when I say and you will strike hard or you will do it again and again until you get it right. Am I understood?" "Yes, sir." Sherri\s wilted in the chair, knowing she would do as she was told. "You will strike each and every time I count out a number." He paused, letting his words sink in and then much too soon for Sherri he called out: "One!" Her hand flashed forward as if of its own accord and the pain came as a shock that drove the air from Sherri's lungs. Her nipple felt like it was plunged into a fire. Her hand however did not spring back to the prescribed position and Lord Royal called her on. "Do it again! One!" She whacked her tit again, nearly crying out. "Do it right or we'll never get off this number! One!" Sherri clamped her teeth over her bottom lip and slapped her nipple again, drawing the ruler out to the proper position. "That's better. Two!" Whack! "Three!" Whack! "Four!" Sherri squeezed her eyes shut and stifled a scream. She faltered in the rhythm of tit spanking that she had fallen into though and got caught. "Pay attention! Four!" How she made it to ten she didn't know but she made it and knew he would stop then. She almost cried when he called out: "Eleven!" She broke at thirteen, crying out and sniffling back tears and waiting for fourteen. It didn't come. Instead he told her to release her pain wracked breast and take up the other one. Here we go again! She stiffened up and waited for the command to start abusing that breast. When it came she whacked her nipple with the ruler and returned to the proper position immediately and did better this time. She only had to repeat five and nine. Lord Royal didn't stop her at thirteen though. He continued on until both breasts had received an equal amount of painful slaps with the ruler. Sherri slumped as much as her stretched open position would allow and hoped that Lord Royal would tell her to put down the ruler. She wondered what she should do with it now. It was the same ruler that her son had used in grade school but she had just used it torment her bare breasts. She could never let him or any one use it for its intended purpose now. She couldn't! How could she see it in someone else's hands after what she had done with it. Or might yet do with it. Who could tell what perversions Lord Royal had in store for her. She felt a strange quivering in her chest at the thought. Where did that come from? She searched her feelings. Was that a trill of excitement at the idea of using an everyday object in a perverse fashion? Her potential master disrupted her exhausted reverie. "Pay attention!" Sherri straightened as much as she could. "Lay the ruler along that worthless slit between your legs!" Oh, sweet mother of pearl! Sherri's heart actually skipped a beat as she did as bid. She tensed like never before. "Draw it out to the prescribed distance." Sherri did so and froze, already feeling the pain. Lord Royal kept her like that, stock still and anxious with anticipation for long moments and then he said: "Not tonight." Sherri wasn't sure she should believe her ears. Had he granted her a reprieve? And was she a little—the tiniest, tiniest bit—disappointed that he had? "Drop the ruler. I want to see you cum." Those words shook Sherri more than the possibility of pain. She hated the idea of masturbating in front of anyone. She masturbated of course just not with anyone watching. It was a private thing for her, perhaps the most private thing. Still, she was trying to prove of Lord Royal that she was fit to be his slave. Slave. How could she ever even think that word about herself? Yet when Lord Royal instructed her to rub her tender vaginal lips she did that and more. She plunged her fingers into herself at his command and squeezed her clit with her other hand. Having him watch her gave her an added, unexpected thrill and soon she was lost in the build up to one of the best orgasm she could remember having in a long time. She threw her head back and bucked her hips up. She hit an explosive climax and sent an arc of fluid spurting out of her vagina. It nicked the edge of her keyboard platform and soaked into the carpet. Her second and third squirts were less spectacular and her fourth was a trickle that formed a puddle around her butt cheeks, leaving a wet spot on her chair's cushion. Played out by the mix of pain and pleasure Sherri went limp. Her hands dangled over her thighs and the smell of her orgasm permeated the room. She hoped her son wouldn't come home early and catch the smell of his mom's sex play in the air. Across the electronic airways came a grumbling sound from Lord Royal. Sherri tensed again, hoping for an arrangement for a second meeting but fearing the worst. She strained her ears waiting for his response. "Tomorrow after work you will go by the adult store on Poplar. Do you know the one?" "Yes, sir." Her nerves eased up. This sounded good. He was sending her on an errand. "You will go there and ask for a store clerk named Monica. She will have a package for you. Buy it from her and follow her instructions as if they came from me. And then tomorrow night at ten sharp you will be in this chair naked and spread as you are now. The items from the package are to be spread out on your bed. Failure to follow even the smallest detail of these instructions will result in the termination of our game. Am I understood?" "Yes, sir." "Good. Now get up and bow to me. That's it. On your knees, head to the floor. Stay like that for a full count of one hundred before returning to your normal, boring vanilla life." Sherri stayed bent over, her face pressed to the carpet, smelling her musky after sex scent for several seconds after she reached one hundred, just in case Lord Royal was still watching. Sherri's Descent Ch. 02 The Next Day Sherri nerves were on fire the next morning. She couldn't keep her mind on her work and kept having to redo her paperwork. She was wondering what was in the package that Lord Royal wanted her to pick up and, to make matters worse, her pussy began to send out unexpected tingles periodically as though it had a will of its own. It was responding to last night's adventure and keeping her from concentrating on her job. She decided not to wait until after work to go to the sex store. I'll go during lunch, she told herself. It shouldn't take long to pick up the package. Right? She flew across town as soon as she was free for lunch. And it was only then that she realized that she was going to have to enter the sex store in her work clothes in broad daylight. What if someone she knew saw her going into the store? What would she tell them? What would they say about her? She was still asking herself these questions when she parked her car and walked quickly up the street and into the sex toy store. Unfortunately it was well lit and there were several people in the store's well stocked aisles. They were all men and every head turned in her direction. She felt her every flaw and blemish as their eyes roved all over her body and yet despite her nervousness a thrill tripped along her spine. These men were all looking at her with undisguised lust in their eyes. Her pussy tingled again. "Can I help you?" The girl behind the counter was a spritely blonde who looked like she belonged in a high school play and not a raunchy sex store. She was sitting on a stool near the register. A display rack of condoms sat near her elbow. "Can I help you?" Her voice had an irritated tone but the mocking smile in her eyes said that she knew why Sherri was in the store. "Someone sent me to pick something up", Sherri managed to say. "I'm supposed to ask for Monica." The girl stared at her. Her eyes were hard in her pixie face. Sherri squirmed in their gaze much more than she had under the scrutiny of the male patrons. "I'm Monica. Who sent you?" Sherri leaned forward, lowering her voice. "Lord Royal." Monica stood up and Sherri was shocked at the blonde's height. She was very nearly the height of most men with a slender dancer's body. She is gorgeous, thought Sherri, feeling a huge spasm of jealousy. Monica looked about to say something when a customer approached with a box in his hands. "Wait over by the DVD racks", Monica said to her and went on to take the man's money. Two more customers walked up and the phone rang so Sherri was left alone in the video aisle for several minutes. She browsed among the video covers, frowning at the well built women. There were few men on the covers except for one that really drew her eye. It was titled Hot Neighbor Pool Party Four: A MILF for the Boys. On the cover was a collection of smooth skinned young men. The box claimed that all of them were of age but they sure didn't look it. They were tanned and muscular and cleaned faced and all lounging around a pool as an impossibly hot woman strutted among them. Sherri immediately hated her. She had expertly made up hair, surgically sculptured breasts, long legs and not an ounce of fat on her. Sherri ignored her and picked up the video cover. She lost herself in the sight of the young flesh in display. She jumped when Monica's voice sounded at her elbow. "Found one you like?" "Oh, um, no, of course not." She stammered and replaced the cover on the shelf. Monica smiled her knowing smile and led Sherri down the aisle and into a dark hallway. They entered an empty office. Monica locked the door and turned on Sherri. "I'll give you your package in a while but first I want to play with you a bit." "Huh?" Sherri hadn't expected this. She wanted to get the package and get back to the office before her lunch was over. "I don't—I mean, I didn't know that..." She looked at the locked door. "I-I have to get back before-before my lunch hour is up..." Monica cocked her head. Her eyes flared with anger. "Lord Royal instructed you to obey my words as if they came from him. Are you going to disobey him?" "No", she said immediately. "No, of course not." "I didn't think so", said Monica. She flew at Sherri in a fury of blonde hair and slender limbs. She took Sherri by the throat and pushed her back against the wall. "You will address me as Miss from now on and you will obey my every word. Do you understand me?" "Yes—yes, Miss." Sherri swallowed hard. Monica wasn't choking her but her hand clasped tightly over her throat was stirring up strange new feelings. "Head down. Don't move." Monica backed away a few steps and appraised the woman before her. She poked Sherri in her soft belly. "Fat, but you hide it well. Nice tits." Sherri blushed as the younger woman hefted one of her breasts. "I bet they're saggy out of this bra though." She turned Sherri around and scrutinized her backside. "Hips a little wide, thighs too chubby. Nice big spankable ass though." She squeezed Sherri's right buttock like she was judging a peach. "Has this fat ass ever been spanked?" "No-no, miss." Sherri almost forgot the woman's title but recovered quickly. "That's one of the reasons that Lord Royal sent you to me. Did you know that?" "No, miss." "I'm going to give you your first spanking. I love to beat fat asses like yours. I love to hear sluts like you cry out in pain. Your screams are pure music to me. And you get something special." She paused and rubbed Sherri's butt. "You get to have an audience to witness your first spanking." Sherri couldn't stop herself and let out a whimper of protest. What if someone recognized her? That could ruin her in her personal as well as in her career. "But don't you worry about your identity", said Sherri. "Lord Royal specified that you must remain anonymous, so I'll protect your identity. Still grown men are going to watch as I bend you over and lay into that fat ass of yours." Monica pushed Sherri into a corner and left her. Sherri could hear her moving around and heard the rustle of cloth. "Turn around, slut", Monica commanded and when Sherri did as told she saw the younger woman had changed out of her jeans and blouse. She was wearing a black leather teddy that showed off her slender curves and leather boots so high they came to her mid thigh. Her short blonde hair was pulled back and her pixyish features were fractured by a stern snarl. "Like what you see?" "Yes, miss." "Of course you do", said the slender younger woman. "I look nothing like you. I'm beautiful. Aren't I?" "Yes, miss." "And you're fat, aren't you?" "Yes, miss." "Let me hear you say it. What are you?" "I-I'm fat." "And a slut. Admit it. Let me hear you say it." "I'm a slut." Sherri blushed at saying the words. She knew it was true though. She wasn't normally a slut but yet here she was in a sex store about to be spanked by a stranger in front of other strangers. She really was a slut. "Say the whole thing", commanded Monica. "What are you?" "I...I'm a fat slut", Sherri said, feeling the truth of the words. "Yes you are. And I'm going to beat your fat ass." Monica picked up something from a nearby table and handed it to Sherri. "Put this on." It was a black full head mask. She pulled it on and it obscured her face and even hid her short blonde hair. It was tight fitting, like a second skin. Monica had her remove her hose next and took them from her. She tossed them on the table. "Put your heels back on and turn around, slut." Monica grabbed Sherri's wrists and before the hooded woman knew what was happening, the young woman snapped a pair of handcuffs closed around her wrists. "I can't have your hands getting in the way while I'm wearing that ass out." Monica grabbed her by the front of her blouse and dragged her toward a door. She opened it and propelled her into a wide open darkened room. They entered onto the back of a low round stage and Monica shoved the bound Sherri into the stage's center next to piece of furniture that resembled a leather covered saw horse. To its right was a table with a selection of paddles on it. Sherri's breath caught when she saw the wall facing her was made of tall rectangles of darkened glass. She knew that behind each glass partition was someone sitting there eager to watch her pain and humiliation. She was so nervous she had to tighten her legs to keep them from shaking but yet from deep in her middle came a delicious quiver. Her newly trimmed pussy went a little moist and she had to concentrate to hear what Monica was saying."Speak up and tell the paying customers what you are." Sherri swallowed, focusing on what she was supposed to say. She felt Monica stiffen beside her but realized what to say in time. "I'm a fat slut", she said in a loud but quavering voice. "And why are you here?" "To get my first spanking." Sherri blushed beneath the mask but her pussy went wetter. She could almost feel a rumble of excitement from behind the darkened glass partitions. Monica snatched her by the upper arm and spun her around. "Let's show them that fat ass, shall we?" She grabbed the hem of Sherri's skirt and pulled it up until the handcuffed woman's pink panties came into view. She rubbed the round curves. The thin material of Sherri's panties slid under her palm. "I am looking so forward to laying into that fat ass." At that she hooked her thumbs over the top of Sherri's panties and jerked them down. They fell to her ankles and the scared yet excited woman's wide rear was fully exposed to the view to strangers. It suddenly occurred to her that they might not all be strangers. Some of them might be people she knew, people who lived hidden lives like hers. The thought that she might know someone watching her caused her pussy to dry up a little. The fear of a different type of exposure washed over her. "I've waited long enough", announced Monica. She turned Sherri to the spanking horse and bent her over it. She yanked Sherri's panties off from her ankles and roughly moved her into position until she was spread legged with her bare ass to the dark rectangles of glass and her hooded face pressed to the horse's back. She locked some kind of cuffs over her ankles, binding them and Sherri was fixed in place, unable to get away and positioned to be spanked. Monica began by rubbed her bare cheeks, kneading them and spreading them open to the hidden watchers. When Sherri gasped the cruel woman told her to be quiet and slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red print. Sherri clamped her mouth shut, fighting to keep it closed as Monica began to smack her butt with an open hand. The blows came fast yet had little of the bruising force she was expecting. This isn't so bad, she thought but as Monica kept up a lengthy assault a harsh burn began to infuse Sherri's chubby butt cheeks. She started to squirm to get away from it but wasn't able and Monica only laughed. "And we're just getting started", the cruel woman said, picking up the tempo and force of the blows. Sherri shook as her cheeks reddened and the heat of the pain seemed to spread out from her ass and travel to all parts of her body. She didn't cry out though. Monica stopped and called out to her unseen audience. "You guys enjoying this so far?" Sherri couldn't hear an answer but was very aware that her reddened butt cheeks were being heavily scrutinized by hidden eyes. Monica picked up a paddle, slapped it against Sherri's burning cheeks and the bound woman was forced to cry out. The pain of the paddle blow was so much sharper and came so suddenly that she couldn't keep her scream in. It was only the first time she would cry out. She did it a lot and every time she did Monica yelled at her and smacked her harder. It became a fight between the women, Sherri trying to stifle her cries and Monica trying hard to make her cry out in pain and then punishing her for it. In the end Sherri lost and ended up humped over the horse exhausted and crying in pain, fear and the humiliation of being helplessly used. Her chubby butt cheeks were throbbing with pulses of agony. Monica laid down her paddle and laughed at Sherri's predicament. She rubbed her ass cheeks, sending new stings of pain shooting though Sherri's body. "And I still have two paddles to use on you", she said, reaching for another implement of pain. She flashed her hidden audience a sadistic grin as she began to slap the backs of Sherri's thighs. The pain wracked woman shook with each slap, experiencing new and different agony. She thrashed so much that Monica had to yell at her and steady her when her brutal torturer worked the paddle up to her fevered butt cheeks and added more fuel to the fire consuming them. The third paddle felt like it was thinner yet heavier than the others and it fell on her enflamed butt cheeks with the force of a hammer. It seemed to pound her into the spanking horse with each thudding blow. Monica laughed as Sherri reached her limit and began to buck. This was just too much. The pain was engulfing. It blocked everything else out. She couldn't hear anything. She couldn't open her eyes for crying and all she felt was the blazing bonfire on her butt and the backs of her thighs and it was way too much for her to handle. She called out for mercy but Monica ignored her and kept up the agonizing spanking. Sherri panicked, bucking and looking for a way out. Safe word, she thought. I should have a safe word. But neither Lord Royal nor his agent had given her a word to call an end to the pain. She tried calling out the phrase "Safe Word!" That only made Monica laugh harder. "There is no safe word for you, slut! I am the one in total control here!" Defeated, Sherri took the pain until her cruel mistress saw fit to stop punishing her and left her bent over, her reddened splayed chubby butt cheeks exposed to the hidden audience. She could hear Monica speaking to them but had no idea what she was saying. Her mind as well as her body was limp. She was a flopping rag doll when Monica dragged from the horse and propelled her back into the first room. She stood with her skirt up, dazed as Monica moved around her taking pictures. The woman removed the handcuffs and the hood and took some more pictures that Sherri was only dimly aware of. Sherri was starting to come to when she felt Monica touch her between the legs. "You did get wet", she said. "You dirty slut." She pushed Sherri away and handed her something. "Put these back on." It was her panties. Sherri took them and pulled them up with shaking fingers. "One more thing and I'm done with you", said Monica. Sherri's heart skipped a beat. What could the cruel young woman want now? "Spread your legs, touch your cunt through those panties and make yourself come. Lord Royal said that you're a squirter and I want you to come in those panties. Now get that hand down there and do it, slut!" Sherri was too defeated to even think about resisting. She opened her legs as much as she could while standing and put her hand on her panty clad pussy which was indeed wet, not sopping but wet. It grew wetter as her fingers squeezed her clit. She rubbed it furiously, wanting to come fast so she could get away from this woman. She was no longer sure that she wanted this—whatever this was. She ached and was scared and wanted to go home and cry in her bed. Her body bucked as her orgasm arrived. She was startled out of her reverie by the unexpected intensity of it and groaned as it washed over her. "That's it", said Monica. "Come for me, slut! Come", she yelled and Sherri did. Her mouth fell open as fluids gushed from her pussy. The crotch of her panties was instantly soaked and her juices flowed down her legs. She moaned and would have fallen but for the realization of what would happen if her pain wracked butt cheeks hit the floor. Monica stepped up and shoved her hand down the front of Sherri's panties. She rubbed the woman's sopping mound and when she drew her hand out it was drenched with Sherri's juices. She rubbed her palm and wet fingers in Sherri's face, wetting her tired features. "There", she said, "that's your perfume for the afternoon. Wear that for the rest of the day. Don't you dare wipe it off." She seized the crotch of Sherri's panties and jerked them down again. "I'm keeping these. Now get to the counter, pick up your package and get out of my store." Sherri composed herself at the door a bit and drove home as fast as she dared. She called in sick and climbed into bed. She lay on her stomach. The drive home sitting down had been torture and her butt was as enflamed as if the spanking was just now over. The pain lessened but didn't seem inclined to go away. She lay there, agonized over more than just the pain in her butt though. She had big decisions to make and not much time in which to make them. Lord Royal was expecting her online in a few hours. Sherri's Descent Ch. 03 The Second Night Sherri hadn't looked at the contents of the package before she spread them on her bed after son left for a date with his girlfriend. Now that she was alone she spaced them out on the comforter and scrutinized what she had purchased. There was a hood like she had worn at the sex store, a black leather teddy with a zipper that started below the navel and curved around the back so her crotch and rear could be exposed and a pair of handcuffs with one key, There was also a paddle, the sight of which caused a phantom twinge of pain to play across her butt cheeks. The last item on the bed was a DVD copy of the movie she had looked in the store. She stared at it, curious and scared. Why was it here? Had Monica added it because she had seen Sherri with it? She wouldn't have done so without Lord Royal's prior approval. Had he been there? Was he one of the hidden watchers? Of course he had been there, she surmised. He would have wanted to have watched her first spanking, wouldn't he? For some reason she realized that it was important for him to have witnessed her first spanking. She needed his acceptance although she had no idea why. She didn't know him. She had never seen him, yet she craved his approval. Had he already awakened some hidden part of her? She shook her head to dismiss the thoughts for the moment and picked up the video. She looked at the boys on the front cover. They were well muscled, some tanned, some with light complexions but all had flawless smooth skin. She ignored the lucky young woman in their midst and stared at their tight bodies. Their privates were concealed on the cover but she knew that all of their beautiful bodies would be revealed on the video. Did she have time to put the video in and watch at least a few minutes of it before her internet appointment with Lord Royal? Maybe, if she hurried. There was a television and DVD player setting on a bookcase near her bed that she used to watch TV at night. She hurried to it and put the DVD in, but as she rushed back to her bed she heard the house's front door open. She heard keys jingle and heard her son's girlfriend's laugh. Damn. "Mom?" Her son called out as he neared her closed bedroom door. Sherri frowned and went to it. She opened it and slipped through before the kids saw what was on the bed. "Hey, Mom." Jack stood with his short, slim girlfriend at his side. A barely perceptible frown ghosted across Sherri's lips when she glimpsed the way his strong arm circled Brenda's trim waist. The girl was a runner on the high school track team and had the body to prove it. Jack however was built like the football player he was. His passion was baseball but he was made for football. His shoulders were wide and his chest and waist, His legs were long but thick. He was powerful and all his coaches wanted him to play football even though he would rather play baseball despite his unspectacular performance in the sport. He gave her the grin he was famous for and she knew he wanted something. What she didn't realized—or refused to admit—was that when he gave her that grin he nearly always got his way. "Brenda and I were going to go see a movie but I'm a little low on gas", he said. "Can I get a few dollars for gas?" Sherri frowned automatically. This was not a new request. He never seemed to have gas money. Jack turned up the power of his winner grin. "Please?" Sherri's lips twisted. She prepared to protest, to turn him down. "Please?" Jack left Brenda and came at Sherri. He reached out to tickle her. His fingers touched her ribs and she squirmed away, edging toward her closed bedroom door. She couldn't help but laugh. "Please?" Her back touched the door. She had nowhere to run and folded up laughing. He kept tickling and saying "Please?" "Okay. Okay." She grabbed his wrists but couldn't budge them. He was a lot stronger than she, had been since he was twelve. He stopped tickling though and laughed into her eyes. For a nervous second she thought he was going to kiss her on the mouth. Now, what made me think that? she wondered. From behind her came a sound that quickened her pulse. She had put the DVD in the player and left it to run in here. It had started playing and stereotypical porn music began to play. The closed door muffled it quite a bit but if she could hear it so could they. Sherri pushed at Jack but there was no chance that she was going to move him. He looked at the door. "Okay, I'll give you some gas money. Come on. My purse is on the table." Jack stood firm. "You watching a movie?" "I was going to and I will if you guys will get out of her and leave me alone." She shoved at him hard to let him know that the game was over. Jack let himself be pushed back for a few steps anyway. He spun around her then and, grinning at Brenda, he grabbed his mom around her middle aged waist and picked her up. "Hey!" Sherri protested but could do nothing as he carried her into the kitchen. By the time she was alone and got back to her bedroom there was no time to watch any of the video. She hurried to get out of her clothes and get into the painful position on the arms of her desk chair. After precisely ten Lord Royal's voice came from her darkened computer screen. "Have you followed my instructions to the letter?" "Yes, sir." The computer was situated so that he could see her bed and the items arrayed on it. "I am told you took your first spanking well. Did you enjoy it?" There was a faint challenge in his voice that told her that her answer was very important. She wondered what she should say and debated lying but only for a tiny space of time. Instead she bowed her head, expecting the worst and said: "No, sir." After a slight delay he let her off the hook. "Good. You were not supposed to like it. It was brutal, wasn't it?" "Yes, sir." "And you don't want to repeat it, do you?" "No, sir." "Good, then you will do as you are told or I will let Monica have her way with you again. Am I understood?" She agreed and he asked her if she had watched the DVD. When she said that she hadn't he instructed her to play the video and lay on her bed. The movie began to play and as the sex scenes unfolded he instructed her to touch herself in imitation of the action on the screen. She watched the boys entranced. She did her best to ignore the hot young woman who cavorted through sex sessions with beautiful young boys and masturbated toward an intense climax. But Lord Royal destroyed her fun by halting her hands with harsh commands every time she neared her orgasm. "Don't you dare come or I'll send Monica over to beat your ass on that very bed!" So she didn't it. She got close, so damn close that her chest and cheeks nearly glowed red with excitement. She watched and grew ever more envious of the sculptured young who bucked under the beautiful boys and was free to have her orgasms. Sherri didn't care if the woman faked them, not at all. She was lucky enough to be allowed even that much release. Sherri's hands shook where they waited inches above her clit when they video ended. She was tense with anticipation. Surely Lord Royal would allow her to come now! He did not seem inclined to do that though. Instead he ordered her to get out of the bed. "You want your release, don't you?" "Y-yes, sir." "Of course you do. You're a slave to your desires. Aren't you?" "Yes, sir." "Well, you're going to have to earn your release. Go into your boy's room and bring back one of his baseball bats and a pair of his dirty underwear." Sherri's skin went cold but could she refuse? Her mind wanted to. She didn't want her son involved in this part of her life in any way. Yet her legs carried her out of the room and to his room. Her mind was numb. It felt like someone else using her body to grab a bat out of his closet and a pair of boxers out of his hamper. She was shaking from more than just denied desire when she returned to her room. Fear and a strange elation had a hold of her as well. "Put the underwear to your face and breathe in that smell." Quivering she did as told, sucking in the musky scent of her son's underwear. She knew that smell well. It was concentrated scent of his room, so strong and heady it was almost intoxicating. But it belonged to her son! She blocked out that thought and tried to think of it as just a boy's smell, the scent of a strong, virile young man. "Shove them into your face and drink in his scent. You like it, don't you?" Her son's underwear hid the flush on her cheeks. "Yes, sir." "You liked the young boys in the video, didn't you?" "Yes, sir", she said, her nose full of young man smell. "You like young boys, don't you, you pervert?" "Yes, sir." Her voice quavered as though she were about to start crying. She rubbed the crotch of her son's underwear over her face. "Turn them inside out", Lord Royal instructed her. "Now stuff the crotch in your mouth, you pervert!" Sherri was too drunk on the scent to resist and jammed the underwear in her mouth. Now she could taste the musky odor as well. Her denied orgasm flared, sending spikes of delicious agony radiating out from her pussy. Her legs were wobbly and when Lord Royal told her to turn the bat upside down and put it between her legs she nearly fell over. The smooth metal of the baseball bat touched her pussy and was instantly warmed. Her orgasm jumped up a notch. She was so ready, so close. "Now, pervert, ride that bat! Suck in the taste of your son's underwear and ride that bat, slut!" Sherri worked the bat against her enflamed pussy with gusto. She pumped the bat up and down like she was churning butter. The bat instantly became wet with her juices and the slickened metal slid over her open pussy lips and aching clit. She pumped it faster. It became a blur and then her long delayed orgasm arrived. Her mouth dropped open and her juices erupted from her slit and soaked the bat. She continued to drive it up and down furiously as her juices dripped from its wide end and onto the carpet between her feet. She rode out one of her best orgasms ever and then stood swaying with the bat limp in her hands. She knew that she should be listening for Lord Royal's next orders but she was numb from the mind blowing climax. "I said get on your knees, slut!" Sherri dropped the bat on the way to the floor. She was breathing hard around the soiled boxers in her mouth. "Tomorrow at six you will be at the T. E. Paulson gym. You will go to the rear door marked Entrance Three and wait. Someone will come out and claim you and you will do as you are told. You will obey every command as though it came from me." He paused for a second as if to gauge her reaction and then went on. "You will be wearing your work clothes with your hood and handcuffs in your purse. Failure to do exactly as you are told or failure to comply in every detail of my instructions will result in a visit from Monica. Am I understood?" Sherri ducked her head even further. This game of sex and fear was progressing much faster than she had anticipated. She was being offered to another person already. She wasn't sure she could say something though. She was scared, sure, but she was equally afraid that Lord Royal might cancel everything altogether; and she wasn't yet ready for that. "Yes, sir." Her voice was muffled by the underwear in her mouth. "Put your face to the floor and count to one hundred before getting up." With that the room went quiet. After a count of a hundred and twenty Sherri staggered up and climbed under her covers. She was asleep in seconds.