0 comments/ 23878 views/ 2 favorites Accidental Bull Ch. 02 By: Shaman325 Thank all of you for your votes on Chapter 1 as well as your comments. Know that I appreciate all of you. And once again I want to extend my heartfelt thanks to my editor and friend Angel_Love for her assistance and friendship. The Application Frank called late that night and reported that Judy had fulfilled her punishment assignment just as I had ordered her to. When I asked how she liked the cold shower, he laughed and told me she had hated it. From my perspective, that was good. I always want my subs' punishment to be real punishment. When I was a novice Dom I discovered that pain sluts often would intentionally misbehave so they would receive a painful punishment. In my case that was usually a caning. I realized something was wrong when I started seeing them have orgasms while they were being punished. That's how I learned the hard lesson of topping from the bottom. What was punishment to me was a reward to them. They had no incentive to behave and a very strong incentive to misbehave. Since then I have become certified to not only conduct behavior modification, but to teach it as well. The concepts of positive and negative reinforcement, rewards and punishment, as well as extinction are skills all Dom/mes should have in their tool boxes. The great thing about it was that the acquisition of those certifications was totally tax deductible because I used them in my consultant business as well. I taught supervisors in my client companies to use behavior mod while coaching and counseling their employees. Shortly after I hung up from talking to Frank, I received an email from Judy. FROM: Judith28 TO: shaman325 Subject: Apology _____________________________________________ Dear Sir: I want to offer my sincere apology for my less than immediate and enthusiastic response to your order to place my finger in my rectum today. Even though I'm new to all this, I still knew enough to know that a sub never questions her Master's directions, even to herself. Will you forgive me, please Sir? Your obedient slut, Judy "Well stated," I thought to myself. "Especially for a newbie." I wondered if Frank had helped her. The next day I was busy. Margo's Master came to claim her. Of course that meant a lengthy session with her to demonstrate to him all she had learned. He was extremely pleased with her accomplishments and how she performed and therefore paid me a rather sizable bonus. Life is good! I was going to miss Margo though. She was an enthusiastic pupil and natural slut. And she had a playfulness about her that made her fun to play with. Early the next morning I received an emergency call from a client in a very small town in south central Louisiana. He needed a quick intervention with an employee who was threatening bodily harm to a supervisor. They worked second shift so I had to grab a flight quickly. I flew into Lafayette in the early afternoon, rented a car and drove to Abbeville. I arrived at my client's plant about 15 minutes before the second shift began. I quickly touched base with the plant manager and the shift supervisor. Then I met with the problem employee. After he and I had come to an understanding, the two of us met with the supervisor and we hammered out a final solution. By this time the plant manager had gone home, so I called him and we met for drinks so I could report on the results. By the time we were finished the whole process had taken about five hours. My regular consulting fee was $300 per hour. On this kind of emergency call out it doubles to $600. So I had made $3,000 plus expenses today. Life is good! I had missed the last flight home and the next one wasn't until 11:00 the next morning. So I drove back to Lafayette, checked into the Holiday Inn, ordered room service and went to bed. I was tired. The next morning I slept in and caught my 11:00 flight. After a 2 hour layover in Memphis, I didn't get home until about 4:00. I checked my voice mail and then went online to check my email. There was one from Judy date/timed at 9:03 the previous morning with the subject: Application Letter for the position of Submissive Humiliation Slut. I smiled to myself and shut down my computer. (Remember, I couldn't talk on the phone and be online at the same time) I wanted to call Frank before I read the letter. He had sent me a work phone number for him in an email once, in case I ever needed to get in touch with him, I didn't know what he did for a living and had been a little bit surprised when he had said that this phone number would bypass his secretary and go directly to his desk. I dialed the number. "Bromfield here." a deep, brusque professional voice boomed. I almost didn't recognize it. And for the first time I knew Judy's and Frank's last name. "Frank? Is that you?" "Hey Jim. How's it hangin'?" He obviously had somebody else in his office. "Got time to talk?" "Sure. Hold on." I heard him talking to other people in the room. "OK guys. Go ahead and get to work on the things we've talked about and let's get together at the same time tomorrow and go over the results and jump on what's left. OK? I need to take this call." I heard movement, and pads closing and shuffling in his office. "Clint would you mind closing the door on the way out? Thanks buddy." I heard the door close. "Hello Sir. Sorry about that. As you probably heard I had some people in my office." The Frank I knew was back. "No problem. Sorry to interrupt you at work but I just wanted to check and see how Judy is." "Interrupt me any time you want Sir. Judy's the happiest I've seen her in a long time. She's really upbeat and positive about where she is right now. However, she is a little antsy because she hasn't heard back from you on her letter of application. Did you get it?" Yeah, I got it but I haven't had a chance to read it yet. I got called out of town on business for the last two days and I just got home. But I'll read it when we get off of the phone. She should have her response within the next couple of hours." "That's good Sir. I hope you accept her application." "I probably will, Frank. But just because she's my friend, she won't get a free pass." "I understand Sir. I just want her to be happy." "I know. Well you need to get your ass back to work and I need to read Judy's email." "You know Sir I could lock the door and do your bidding." He said flirtatiously. "Frank, what would happen if your subordinates ever found out that their loud, brash, macho boss was a pussy?" I laughed. "Good-bye Frank." "Good-bye Sir." He laughed. I hung up the phone, poured myself a drink and signed back in online. I opened Judy's email. This email is my application to You for the position of submissive humiliation slut. i believe i am uniquely qualified to serve in this position and i also believe that when You read my responses to the three questions You posed, You too will agree. 1. Why submission? i was taught the beauty of service from the time i can remember. my parents believe and instilled in me that service was life's highest calling. But most of my life i have had to guess what service would be pleasing to those i wanted to please. i was happy only when i pleased others through my service. And when my service did not please, i was devastated. But i never really knew how to make things right. When i displeased you the other day, i was devastated. But a miraculous thing happened. You punished me. After undergoing the punishment i felt a burden lifted from my heart. i knew i had made amends. The thing that submission offers me is concrete expectations and explicit consequences. That provides me with a security i've never felt before. 2. Why humiliation? Humiliation is frankly a sexual issue with me. i was a late sexual bloomer. As you know, i was a virgin on my wedding night at the age of 23. i think i remained a virgin to please my parents because in retrospect i can remember having a lot of sexual feelings before then but sublimating them. i think i knew subconsciously that if i allowed myself to act on those feelings i wouldn't be able to control them. i've never heard any other woman say this, but on my wedding night i was actually getting wet at the altar. i remember thinking how embarrassing it would be if it spotted my dress. And that fear only made me wetter. i was flooding when i came out of the hotel bathroom in my negligee on my honeymoon because i was embarrassed to be that exposed to a man for the first time in my life. i was embarrassed because i knew that shortly i was going to be even more exposed. i was embarrassed because my condition would soon be known to Frank. These are things i've never told Frank, Sir. i was embarrassed when i screamed during my climax that first time. You know what i mean by that ~smile~ then, the next morning as we left our hotel room the couple next door was leaving at the same time. They both smiled and spoke and i knew that they knew and i got wet again from the embarrassment. i've been embarrassed and gotten wet almost every time You and I have spoken because it's been sexual discussions in most cases. i know You have sensed this because i've seen You deliberately push my buttons. Frank's and my "dangerous liaisons" in parking lots and drive-ins and even church have been the biggest turn-ons i've had because of the very real chance of discovery and the ensuing humiliation makes them that. i now know that embarrassment is just another word for humiliation. So why humiliation? Because i lust for it and it turns me on sexually and makes me feel alive. 3. Why You and me? First and foremost, at least for me. We love one another. i know you may bristle at that, but i know it's true. i also know that we are not IN love with one another and that's good. We have developed a loving and trusting relationship over the past few months. We already trust one another. So we don't have to start from scratch. In my opinion trust is a must in BDSM relationships. Of course the most obvious reason is that You're a humiliation Dom and i'm a humiliation slut. Slut. SSlut. The word has a sizzle to it that i love. i catch myself saying it out loud to myself during the day and smiling. So what is in it for you? The most loving, trusting, trustworthy, obedient and diligent slut you've ever owned. See. i told You i would convince You ~smile~ Hopefully yours, judy Wow! This woman has come a long way since our first discussion. I thought I had known her very well, but it was obvious I hadn't known her nearly as well as I thought. Here was a highly motivated, intelligent and self-aware woman. She also was sensitive enough to me to know that I loved her. I smiled that she would think that I would bristle at that statement. I pulled up the file of my boiler-plate questionnaire to send to her. In glancing over it before I pasted into an email, I realized I had no idea what she looked like. I knew her intimately on some levels but her day-to-day life had escaped me. I didn't know her last name until I talked to Frank earlier, and I wouldn't know anything about her looks until I received her response to my questionnaire. Pondering that I copied it, pasted it and sent it off to her. It was 6:30. When I got up at 7:00 the next morning and checked my email, her response was already there. I smiled at her eagerness. It had been time/dated at 11:00 PM the night before. Full Name: Judith Marie Atkinson Bromfield [that's my Judy, even gives me her maiden name] Marital Status: Married If married or attached does your partner know about your application? Yes Does s/he approve: Yes Height: 5'5" Weight: 135-140 lbs (blush) Hair: Blonde, short Eyes: Brown [wow! I love brown-eyed blondes] Bust: 34C Waist: 29 Hips: 37 I should point out here that looks have never been a huge issue for me. Pardon me if I generalize, but with a few notable exceptions, I've found that beautiful women have a tendency to believe their shit doesn't stink. To be fair, I've noticed that most hunky men are the same way, but I don't care because I'm don't want one of them. Just give me a normal looking woman any day and I'll be happy. Another thing. Have you ever noticed how every woman online and in porn stories has 38D tits and all the men have 10s" cock? But I digress. Describe your tits: natural, no sag (yet), well rounded, with the nipples pointing slightly to the outside. Describe your nipples: long ("about ½ inch. Frank measured ~smile~) and slender, brown Describe your aureole: 2" across (Frank again) brown, slightly protruding Is your pubic area hairy, trimmed or bald? Trimmed Any other body hair? No Any piercings? Ears Any body art? No What are the most erogenous parts of your body? Nipples, clitoris, neck, back of knees, ears in that order. Do you masturbate? Yes If yes, how often? Once a week for years, recently much more often Do you suck cock Yes Do you swallow? Yes Do you participate in anal sex? Not yet [great answer] Do you participate in sex with other women? No Do you participate in water sports? No Do you participate in scat activities? No Looking at the last eight questions, have you in the past participated in any of the activities listed to which you answered "no?" No What are your BDSM limits? With You Sir, none. i expect You to set any limits You feel are appropriate. i will abide by Your decision. With any other Dom i'm not sure. Are you fertile? No. If so what form of birth control do you use? n/a Do you have any physical conditions I should know about? No Are you taking medications for anything? No Do you have any mental or emotional problems I should know about? No Are you taking any psychotropic drugs? No Do you have any addictions: Yes, Cigarettes. Do you smoke? Yes Do you drink? Yes Is there anything else you would like for me to know about you? i want You to know all about me and I'm sure You will before we're through ~smile~ The Preparation I went to the kitchen, poured myself another cup of coffee and I picked up the phone and called her. She answered on the first ring. "Were you sitting on the phone?' "We have a wireless, Sir. I've been carrying it around with me since I got up this morning." "Why?" "Waiting for you to call Sir. You told me you would call regardless of the results of my questionnaire. And I've missed you also Sir." "I've missed you too Judy. I got called out of town on business." "I know you have a life other than me Sir. I don't want to be demanding or even needy, but it is ok if I'm wanty?" She giggled I laughed and responded. "Be as wanty as you want." I then began to engage her in the most mundane conversation I could muster. I told her about my flying trip to Louisiana, going into every boring detail. I talked about how I needed to get my cleaning service in because my house was a wreck and my oven and refrigerator both needed cleaning. I talked about needing to go grocery shopping and needing to pick up my laundry and cleaning. I talked about needing to call my gardener to come mow the lawn. I knew she was waiting to find out if her answers to the questionnaire had passed muster but I wanted to test her patience. Of course, in all honesty I also have to acknowledge that I was getting a little perverse pleasure out of making her squirm. But finally I was even boring myself. "Sooo... I guess you're probably a little curious about the results of your questionnaire." "More than a little Sir." She giggled nervously. I could tell she thought it would be ok but wasn't going to fully exhale until she knew for sure. "Well actually I was very impressed with all three of your emails to me since we last spoke. You're obviously an extremely intelligent, articulate and self-aware young woman." "Thank you Sir. Does this mean we get to proceed?" "Yes, it does. But don't rush me. I'm trying find out more about you. You're emails have intrigued me." "I'm sorry Sir. What would you like to know?" "Are you college educated?" "Yes Sir." I waited for her to continue. Finally she continued. "My bachelors' is in social work, Sir." "Why does that not surprise me?" I laughed. "But from the way you said that it sounds like you may have at least one advanced degree also." "Yes Sir. I have a masters' in clinical social work and a doctorate in clinical psychology." "I whistled and started to laugh. "Looks like I may have my work cut out for me. Is it too late for me to reconsider your emails?" "It absolutely is too late," she laughed. "Are you in practice?" "Sort of, Sir." "Sort of.?" "Yes Sir. I'm the counselor for the local battered women's shelter. Kind of ironic isn't it? But it's not a paying position." "On one level it certainly is ironic, but there are three words that make the two circumstances miles apart. Do you know what those words are?" "I'm not sure Sir." "The words are safe, sane, and consensual. Battered wives have none of those elements in their relationships." "Yes Sir, you're right more than you know." "Perhaps it might surprise you, but I was in social work for several years before I burned out and decided I needed to begin making some money." "You're just full of surprises Sir." We simply gabbed for a while on this shared professional level. Then I decided it was time to move on. But even during this discussion she hadn't broken protocol. "Well Judy, I'm sure you're ready to hear what's going to be happening in your life over the next few weeks." "I'm about to burst with curiosity Sir." "OK. Broadly speaking, for the next few weeks you're going to be taking a crash course in BDSM 101 with an emphasis on humiliation. I will be outlining some rules that you will be required to follow. In addition to that I will periodically give you some specific assignments to carry out. Some of these assignments will be ongoing, some will be one-time assignments. Any questions so far?" "Millions, Sir. But I'm sure most will be answered as we go." She let out a long sigh and laughed, obviously relieved that I had accepted her questionnaire. "Good, but I want to make sure you understand every rule and every assignment, so please interrupt and ask any questions you may have. It's in your best interest since you are going to be held accountable for following those rules and carrying out those assignments." "Oh I will sir," she laughed. "I certainly don't want another of your cold showers." "Didn't like it, huh?" "Not in the least," in a more serious tone, "but what I hated more was the knowing that I had displeased you." "Good. That's as it should be." I moved the conversation forward. "Judy, I have no idea what your financial situation is. Do you have money enough to be able to spend some on this?" I expected her to ask how much money and surprised by her answer. "Yes Sir. Money is not an issue, Sir." I guess it shouldn't have surprised me since Frank obviously had a job that was good enough to enable his doctorate level psychologist wife not to have to work for pay. But it did, nonetheless. "Do you have a scanner for your computer?" "No Sir. But I can certainly get one. What kind would you like me to get?" "All I require is one that will scan Polaroid pictures." (This was in the days before digital cameras). "But you can get whatever kind you want. Do you need some help in paying for it?" "No Sir. I can handle it, but thank you for offering." Accidental Bull Ch. 03 Angel... Please get well. The Session After entering the dungeon, I removed my cowboy hat and hung it on a peg on the wall. Judy's was still on the back seat of my car. I told Judy to turn and face me, which she promptly did, the bandanna blindfold still in place. With my right hand I grasped the left lapel of the duster and gave it a hard yank. The flash tape ripped away from her tit and she yelped in pain. Walking around behind her I asked courteously, "May I take your wrap?" "Thank you, Sir," as she allowed me to help her off with the duster. The formal session had begun. I hung the duster on a peg next to my hat and returned to her. I guided her to the center of the room near a table on which I had laid out all the toys and other instruments I planned to use. I removed her blindfold. Spitting on it I cleaned up her mascara which had run when she had cried earlier. She blinked her eyes in the light. As they began to focus I could see that see was shocked at what she saw. It was no wonder. Even I had been shocked when I first saw it. This was, without a doubt, the most fantastic, well equipped, and professionally constructed dungeon I had ever seen. It had been a part of the architectural plans for the building. So it was literally built from the ground up as a dungeon. Also, Peter had spared no expense with the furnishings. All the furniture and equipment was professionally custom designed and constructed to Peter's exact specifications and was in the same motif throughout. Surrounding the table by which we stood was an array of things that would make any Dom's mouth water. In one corner was leather padded bondage booth. There was also a leather padded bondage table. An X-Frame was attached to the wall. There was a rack, a stock, a horse, bondage chairs, and bondage benches. Above on steel beams were three electric wenches attached to spools of chain. The entire room was carpeted except for one of the corners. Nestled in that corner was a 10' x 10' square of tile with tile walls. There was a drain in the center of the tile floor, a shower on one wall, a sink, and a toilet. There was a door in one wall leading into the "apartment suite" of the dungeon. It consisted of a small kitchen with a small stove, a refrigerator with an icemaker, a sink, a microwave and a small table for dining... and a huge lavish bedroom suite. In the bedroom was a luxuriously and specially constructed king size bed with constraint rings built at strategic points on the headboard, footboard and wooden sideboards. The black metal rings on the dark wood might have gone unnoticed by the untrained eye as nothing more than decorative accessories. There were strategically placed mirrors in the room as well as tasteful paintings adorning the walls. One of the larger mirrors was also a viewing window connected to the master bedroom in Peter's apartment next door. At one side was a sitting area with a conversation grouping, exquisitely upholstered. The large bathroom adjoined to the bedroom was also huge and luxurious. It sported a large sunken bathtub with Jacuzzi jets, as well as a large shower stall with a hand-held adjustable nozzle and a built-in bench on the opposite wall. A long vanity stood along one wall with two sinks and the accompanying mirror (which also made for a viewing platform from Peter's bedroom). And on the opposite wall was a toilet and beside it a bidet. The only thing that made the room different from any luxury bathroom was the drain in the middle of the floor. I had asked Peter how much this extravagant dungeon had cost him and all he had said was that it was in six figures. Judy's ambivalence showed in her eyes. She was both excited and scared. The fear was most obvious but when I looked down I saw her cunt begun to flow down her legs. I asked her, "Are you ready to get started?" "May I ask a favor first, Sir?" "What favor?" "Between the beer and the excitement, I really need to go to the bathroom, Sir." She had her back to the tile corner of the room and hadn't seen it yet. I walked around behind her so I could see the expression on her face when she turned around. "The bathroom is right over here." As she turned and saw where I was pointing, her mouth opened slightly and her eyes widened, but only for a second. She quickly recovered and simply said, "Thank you, Sir." With all the dignity a naked woman, wearing cowboy boots, could muster, she walked over to the toilet and daintily sat down. She wouldn't look at me. "Look me in the eye," I said sternly. She raised her head and fixed her gaze directly into my eyes. Her face was flushed as was her chest between her tits. She obviously truly needed to go. When her stream started, it ran strong and loud for what seemed like forever. During that time her eyes never left mine. "May I have some toilet paper, Sir?" I walked over to a cabinet next to the wall, opened it and retrieved a roll of toilet paper. After tearing off a length and wadding it up I walked back to stand in front of her. "Spread your legs." She spread her legs and I reached down with the toilet paper and wiped her dry. "Thank you, Sir," she said, keeping her legs spread. "While you're seated would you like to take your boots off?" "Yes. Thank you, Sir." She crossed her right leg over her left knee and pulled off her boot. She started to remove her white work sock, stopped and looked at me questioningly. I nodded and she removed the sock and stuffed it into the empty boot. Then switching legs, she repeated the process. "OK, now take your boots and place them on the floor next to your slicker and then rejoin me." "Yes Sir." As she walked to the entry, I walked back to the center of the room. After she had placed her boots, she turned around and walked back toward me, her eyes locked into mine. Some Doms like their subs to keep their eyes down. I like to see the eyes of my subs. Each Dom has his own preference. Being a behavior modification professional, I also believe that positive reinforcement and rewards work better than negative reinforcement and punishment, even though both have their place. So when Judy returned to where I was standing I held my arms out to her and she walked into them. I embraced her snuggly and warmly. She melted into my hug, returning it. I held her very lovingly for about 30 seconds and then gently pushed back from her. I took my hands and placed them gently on either side of her head and lovingly stroked her cheeks with my thumbs and smiled. She returned it with one of her own. "Judy, you've be subjected to some pretty humiliating things tonight and you've come through like a trouper. I want you to know that I'm really proud of you and seeing you perform the way you have makes me really happy." She wrapped her arms around me and placed her cheek on my chest. I felt a tear. She whispered softly with relief in her voice. "Oh thank you, Sir. I've been so afraid I wouldn't please you." I returned her hug for a couple of moments, then reached down and slapped her sharply on the ass. "Now it's time to go back to work." She yelped more from surprise than from pain, and resumed her stance in front of me. She stood staring into my eyes as she waited for what was coming next. "Judy, we've got a long night ahead of us and there are several things that I want to go over with you before we proceed. They involve safety, protocol, and vocabulary... in that order. So listen carefully because what I'll be going over with you will last for the entire duration of our relationship, if it goes beyond tonight. Understood?" "Yes Sir." "Good. First you will have a safe word. Do you know what that is?" "Yes Sir." "Good. Your word is 'mercy.' Remember that word. If you don't you could subject yourself to things that can be dangerous. I can't emphasize enough how important it is." "Yes, Sir, mercy is the word." "Now for some protocols. I may add some later. You know about how to behave around and how to address Doms and Dommes." "Yes Sir." "As far as the additional protocol for tonight's session as well as future sessions with me are concerned, your head will never be above mine unless I have given specific permission, is that clear?" "Yes Sir." "When we're walking together, you will walk two steps behind me to my left." "Yes Sir." "And you will have no privacy. So never close a door between us." "Yes Sir," she grinned. I think I got the message with the toilet." "And you will always look me in the eye while I'm addressing you or you are addressing me, except in circumstances when that's not possible. I think it will be obvious in most instances." "Yes Sir." "Now," I said putting on a pair of latex surgical gloves, "about your vocabulary." "You have gotten somewhat better, but you will learn to talk like a slut, not an educated lady. OK?" "Yes Sir." I reached out with both hands and grabbed her tits roughly and squeezed them hard. She winced, but her moan was not one of pain. "These are tits, not breasts. Say tits." "Titsss!" she hissed seductively through clinched teeth, looking me directly in the eyes. "Good. Think you can remember that?" "Absolutely, Sir, it has that great sound I like to say like ssslut!" she hissed." "Good." Then I took each of her wonderful slender, long nipples between my thumb and forefinger and gave them a twist. She closed her eyes and moaned. "Look at me," I demanded." She opened her eyes and dreamily and looked into mine. "There is no better word for these than nipples." "Nipples." "Good." I placed my left hand on her right shoulder and cupped my right hand and placed it between her legs, palm up. "This whole area here is a pussy." "Yes, Sir, another "S" word. Pusssssy!" "Now come with me." I started walking and she fell in two steps behind me to my left. We arrived at a narrow leather padded bondage table that had gynecological stirrups attached. I pointed at it. "I'm sure you know the drill." "Yes Sir. May I ask a question?" "Sure, it's always best to get clarification, rather than fuck up." "Thank you, Sir. May my head be above yours as I get on the table?" "No." "Thank you for the clarification, Sir." She walked to the end of the table between the stirrups, leaned forward and pulled herself up on the table on her stomach, then carefully rolled over. She raised her head just enough to see, spread her legs, placed a foot in each stirrup, then lay back and interlaced her fingers on her stomach. "Good job." "Thank you, Sir." I stepped to the end of the table, gazing down at her now exposed pink wetness, and it was soaking wet, running onto the surface of the table. I pushed her knees wider to expose more. Then reaching down with both hands I took a swollen labium in each and pulled on both. She groaned and began squirming. I knew she was getting close to cumming but I was not going to let that happen if I could help it. I walked back to my supply table and opened a Coleman cooler full of ice. I reached in and withdrew an ironing spray bottle full of ice cold water, keeping it hidden from Judy's sight, I walked back over to her, told her to close her eyes and place her hands to her sides, and not to move at all. When she had done what I told her, I set the nozzle to the wettest setting and sprayed her directly in the face. To her credit, she didn't move, but she let out a squeal. I moved the spray to her stomach next, then to her legs, and finished with a healthy squirt to her exposed cunt. I saw the adductor muscles on her legs twitch with the natural response to bring the legs together, but she held them firm. "Still feel like you're about to cum?" She laughed, "No Sir, I think that did it." "Good. Now, back to work." "I took hold of the labia with my fingers again and said, "These are pussy lips, not labia." "Pussy lips." Holding the lips apart, I could see her nubbin of a clit extending well beyond its hood. I placed my index finger on it and massaged it in a circular motion, watching in fascination as it extended even farther out. "This is a clit, not a clitoris." "Clit." "Good girl. Does this thing ever retreat back under its hood?" "No, Sir, that's why I stay aroused so much." "You're not aroused, you're horny." "Yes, Sir, sorry Sir. That's why I'm such a horny whore," she giggled, remembering another conversation we had had. "I think you like talking like a slut." "Oh, I do Sir. I think you've created a foul-mouthed monster," she laughed. "Good." "Ready for the next word?" "Yes Sir." With that, I pushed three fingers deep into her wet cunt. She gasped and let out a loud moan. "This is a cunt." "Cunt!" Leaving my index finger in her cunt, but placing my thumb on the outside of her inner right labium and the side of my middle finger outside her left labium, I gave it a tug. "These are cunt lips." "Cunt lips." She was getting really itchy again, I could tell. "Now tell me the difference between pussy lips and cunt lips." "Well Sir, if I were a lady, I would say that my pussy lips were my labia majora, and my cunt lips were my labia minora," she laughed. "So that means that the big outer lips are my pussy lips and the small inner ones are my cunt lips." "Very good, that earns you a kiss from the teacher," I laughed. Leaning forward and separating both the majora and minora, I placed a very quick sucking kiss on her aroused clit. She squealed loudly. She grabbed her knees and pulled them wider and ever wider until she was almost doing the splits. Her face was contorted, her eyes squeezed shut and her teeth clinched. She was holding her breath and turning bright red all over. After about 15 seconds, she began to relax. She took a tentative breath, then inhaled deeply and fully relaxed. She opened her eyes and found mine and smiled. "I stopped it all by myself," she said proudly. "I didn't cum." This time her kiss of reward was much more subdued and on the lips (of her face). "OK, we've got a few more words on our vocabulary list. So roll over on your stomach, place your feet back in the stirrups, stick your ass up in the air, and put your face down on the table." Judy complied, spending some time getting comfortable. No sooner was she settled than I gave her a hard swat across each of her exposed cheeks. Two angry red hand prints appeared. With the first swat she let out a startled yelp, but with the second she was silent. "That, my dear, is an ass," I said, with some finality. "Ass." I inserted my latex covered middle finger into her very wet cunt, withdrew it and slid it quickly into the tiny puckered hole of her butt. There was an audible intake of air as she gasped. "This is a butt," I said, exploring the cavern with my finger. "Butt." Withdrawing my finger, I saw that the latex had several brown stains on it that had not been there prior to entry. "Did you give yourself an enema before coming here tonight?" After a short pause, she said softly, "I was so excited about tonight and all the other preparations, I forgot, Sir." "Speak louder, I didn't hear you. And this time I only want a one word answer. No excuses." "No Sir." "Get down from the table and come here." "Yes Sir," she said, climbing down off of the table, making sure her head didn't rise above mine. When she was down, she hurried over to me. She stood facing me with her eyes locked on mine. I stared daggers into her eyes and said nothing. I was genuinely pissed. Her eyes began to waver and finally she broke the silence. "I'm so sorry, Sir. I know that's very weak, but it's all I can offer." "No, it's not all either. You can offer me your tongue." Hesitantly she stuck out her tongue. I wiped clean my dirty latex finger on her outstretched tongue. After inspecting it thoroughly, I told her she could close her mouth, and she did, and gagged slightly. "Alright, now you have a decision to make. My finger is not all that is going to be in that butt tonight, and it's certainly not the longest. You will be mouth-cleaning everything that goes in there. So, do you want to pause long enough to give yourself an enema? Or do you want to proceed. You decide." She didn't respond for a few seconds, her eyes searching mine to see if she could determine how I wanted her to answer. I remained impassive. "I think I'd like to have the enema, Sir," she said hopefully. "Good," I said forcefully, "I hate having to deal with a shit, especially someone else's." And I meant it. I detested scat play and hated having to do a scene like the one I had just been through. I pointed to an enema/douche bag hanging from the wall near the lavatory in the open bathroom. "Go get started," removing the latex gloves. "Yes Sir," she responded with relief in her voice. She walked to the lavatory and turned on the water, changing the mix of hot and cold until it was the way she wanted it. Reaching up, she removed the bag from its hook on the wall, unscrewed the stopper and removed it. After checking the tube crimper to make sure it was in the proper position, she placed the bag under the water flow and filled it. When she had replaced the stopper, she removed a towel from the rack and dried the bag off and hung it back on its hook on the wall. Taking the nozzle in her right hand, she dropped to her knees and leaned forward, placing her cheek on the floor. Supporting herself with her face, she spread her ass cheeks with her left hand and searched for her butt hole with the nozzle. Finding it, she began carefully inserting the nozzle into her pucker hole. Once it was in place, she released the crimp in the tube with her left hand, still holding the nozzle in place with her right. She grunted and whimpered softly as the water entered her, causing her obvious discomfort. Then, after what seemed like a long time, she re-crimped the tube and removed the nozzle and rose to her knees. When she lifted the nozzle, we both saw at the same time the brown sludge coating it. I saw what was about to happen, but before I could say anything, she had pushed the filthy nozzle into her mouth and began licking it clean. I cringed inwardly and felt a slight nauseous twitch in my stomach as she gagged. When I had told her earlier that she had to clean everything that came out of her butt for the rest of the night, I had been looking past the enema, not thinking of it all. I hadn't meant for her to do this. But now, she had been such a trouper and unquestioningly had followed my inadvertent directions, I didn't have the heart to tell her. So when she finished cleaning it, and looked at me expectantly, I simply smiled and said, "Good girl." Her smile beamed brightly until it was interrupted by a spasm in her now obviously distended stomach. I stepped onto the drain equipped tile of the bathroom, in case there was an accident, and motioned her to get up and come to me. She rose stiffly, hung the tube on the wall, and walked gingerly to stand in front of me. "When it gets to where you can't hold it any longer, I want you to go immediately to the toilet and do it. Don't ask permission or hesitate, even if I'm in the middle of a sentence. I don't want any accidents. Is that clear?" "Yes Sir." "Now, back to the vocabulary lesson," I said. I unbuckled my large cowboy belt buckle, unsnapped my Wranglers and unzipped them. Having done that I dropped them to my knees and pushed my briefs down to join them. When I raised my shirttail, my now flaccid cock was in full view. I had been uncomfortably hard for most of the session, but the shit interval had cooled me off considerably. I looked up at Judy and she was still gazing into my eyes. Accidental Bull Ch. 04 Welcome back Angel Love and thanks for the editing and assistance once again. As always, constructive feedback is appreciated. Bully, Bully for Me Judy left to drive home and I returned to my motel. I needed to go to the country club the next day to check out the rooms I would be using for training and to make sure they had been set up according to my directions. Then I would spend the rest of the day relaxing, before getting a good night's sleep. I wanted to be fresh, rested and alert when my training class convened. When I entered my room, the first thing I saw was my message light blinking next to the bed. I had one message. The HR director of the company I was working for this week wanted me to call him regardless of the hour. It was about 7:00 PM so I decided to call him immediately. He informed me that if possible, the president of the company would like for me to join him and his wife for brunch at the country club the next morning at 11:00. I told him I could do that since I had to go out there anyway. I plugged my laptop into the phone plug and signed in. There were several emails from clients which I responded to. There was also one from Judy and another from Frank. The subject of both was "Thank You." Judy was still thanking me for collaring her and expressing her love. Frank told me that he had never seen Judy happier and that he was grateful for that. I shut down my computer and realized I was hungry. So I went down to the bar. I sat at the bar and ordered a cheeseburger, smiling at the thought of what Bonny would think of my choice of food. I visited with the bartender and flirted with the waitress and downed three beers. The beers and burger made me realize just how tired and sleepy I was so I went back to my room and went to bed at 9:00. I woke up at 9:30 the next morning, feeling fresh and invigorated. The weather added to the mood. It was sunny, warm and bright. I felt alive. I ordered coffee from room service and jumped into the shower. The coffee arrived just as I got out of the shower, so I poured myself a cup and began my morning ritual. When I had finished shaving, I put on a pair of khaki pants with a white golf shirt. Then I slipped into my alligator loafers. It was 10:15 so I decided to take the extra time I had to drive through the countryside and enjoy the day. Leaving it on the hanger, I took a blue blazer from the closet, carried it to the car, hung it up, got in and drove off. I didn't think it was possible, but the drive made me feel even better. I was truly on top of the world as I drove up to the door of the country club at 10:55 and handed my keys to the valet. As I walked toward the maitre de's station I suddenly realized that the HR director had not told me the name of the company president, but I figured we could find one another. At precisely 11:00 I approached the maitre de and said, "My name is Jim Collingwood and... "Yes Mr. Collingwood, you're expected," he interrupted. "Right this way." He led me across the dining room to a small room at the far end. Inside was a table set for three. I had arrived first. After he seated me, the Maitre de told me, "Mr. B called and said he was on his way and to make you comfortable. He also suggested you order one of our renowned Bloody Marys to sip while you wait." A waiter had appeared behind him. "That sounds good. And some coffee and water, please," I responded. "Right away, sir." He turned and nodded to the waiter who disappeared through the door. "Enjoy your brunch sir." "Thank you." He exited and met the waiter returning with a pot of coffee and a pitcher of water. "Your Bloody Mary will be right out sir." He poured me a cup of coffee and placed the silver pot on the table. After pouring me a glass of water he asked, "Will there be anything else sir?" "No, this is fine. Thank you." My chair was facing a floor to ceiling window with a door leading out to a deck. Beyond the deck was a wonderful view of the golf course with a mountain as a backdrop. As I sipped my coffee, my feeling of well-being knew no bounds. The door to the room opened and drew my attention. I expected to see the waiter with my Bloody Mary. So imagine my shock when Judy walked through the door followed by an extremely handsome man with the carriage and demeanor of a CEO. When Judy noticed who I was a look of shock came to her face which I'm sure matched mine. However, we both recovered quickly. Frank was walking toward me with his hand outstretched to shake mine, a winning smile on his face. But before he could say anything Judy interjected herself. "Frank, I'd like for you to meet my Master, Jim. Jim, this is my husband Frank.' Frank hesitated only briefly and his surprise only flickered on his face. Continuing to move to shake my hand and with his smile having only flickered also he said, "Well . . . isn't this a small world after all." I accepted Frank's proffered hand. His handshake was firm and warm. Judy walked over and gave me a short but warm kiss on my lips and sat down in the chair Frank held for her. Frank and I sat down. He was on my left and Judy was on my right leaving me my unobstructed view of the outdoors. No sooner were we seated than our waiter appeared with three Bloody Marys. After he had served them, he disappeared. Frank was dressed like me in the compulsory business casual uniform. He wore gray slacks with a golf shirt of the precise same color. They had obviously been tailor made. The expected blue blazer completed his ensemble. Judy was wearing khaki pants with a white oxford shirt and blue blazer. Around her neck was a navy blue velvet choker. I had to smile. Judy asked to be excused to go powder her nose. Frank and I stood as she walked away, leaving Frank and me alone. I wondered if that was what she wanted to happen. As soon as she had gone, Frank began to talk. It was obvious he was used to taking control of situations. "Well Jim, it's good to finally get to meet you. I had no idea that you were the consultant we would be using." "That makes two of us Frank. I nearly dropped my teeth when Judy came through that door," I laughed. "Well at any rate, this probably means we'll be talking about a lot more than your seminar today," he laughed, clearly at ease with the situation. I laughed as well, "I'm sure that's right." "Seriously Jim, I can't thank you enough. Judy has been a new woman for the last couple of months. And after the past two days, she's more alive and self-assured than I've ever seen her. You've worked a miracle, and I'm deeply grateful." "Believe me, the pleasure was mine," I smiled. "I'm sure that's true too," he laughed. With that Judy reappeared and I held her chair as she sat. When I was reseated, she handed me something white and cloth. At first I thought it was a napkin, but when I unfolded it, it turned out to be a pair of lacy white thong panties and a matching bra. "I didn't realize that I would be meeting you today, Master. So I didn't dress properly, but I'm afraid this is the best I could do on such short notice." We all burst out laughing. "Why don't we get business out of the way first while we have our drinks, then we can all relax and just be together," Frank suggested. So Frank and I began discussing the time I'd be spending in his company over the next few weeks. I wanted to know what the corporate needs were and what his personal expectations were. He told me about a few problem employees and what weeks they would be attending. A few small logistical issues needed to be worked out, but overall it was more a get-acquainted with each other type of discussion. For instance, I found out that Frank's father had founded the company when he was only a young man and that by the time Frank had graduated from college it was well established and extremely profitable. It was still a privately held company with Frank as the sole owner. His mother and father had died some years before. Now under Frank's management over the past eight years, its profits had increased 300% through renegotiated contracts, upgrading of the plants and the introduction of an expensive but high payback IT department. By the time we had finished both our discussion and two Bloody Marys, we were all a little tipsy and hungry. So we decided it was wise to get some food into our stomachs. The brunch was a marvelous buffet and I chose a shrimp, crab and cheese omelet with home fries. It was delicious. As we ate, we carried on an easy and relaxed banter about the normal things people carry on an easy and relaxed banter about . . . weather, news, sports, local issues, state issues, and other such stuff. They say that air rushes in to fill a vacuum. I believe that the general principle applies to other things. So since the conversation didn't require much thought on my part, the part of my brain that was left inactive formed a kind of a mental vacuum, so random thoughts could rush in and fill it. In this case it was a thought that seemed to be climbing up my spine and into the back of my brain, where it paused and tried to form itself into a cogent and coherent thought. Having accomplished that, it arrived like a bulldozer into my consciousness. Here I was sitting, both physically and metaphorically, between a man and his wife. The wife and I were having an affair and had fallen in love. The husband was aware and approving of the affair, and possibly even our feelings. There was a name for husbands like that . . . cuckold. There was also a name for men like me . . . bull. This was something I had never consciously chosen to do, even though I had arrived at this place in my life with my eyes wide open. A few weeks ago I had been very happy as a trainer of subs for other people. I was happy living without commitment or entanglements. Had you told me at the time that this is where I would be within a few short weeks, I would have told you that you were full of shit. Now suddenly, I wasn't quite as sure of my new role as I had been. My life had taken a turn down a new road and I somehow had not noticed. Then I looked over at Judy and she smiled at me and I knew that I had done the right thing. "Sir?" I felt Frank's hand on my arm. "I think you left us for a minute," Frank smiled. I grinned back at him. "Yeah, I guess I did. Sorry." "A penny for your thoughts," Judy giggled. "Actually I'll give them to you for free," I replied. "Frank, how are you feeling about mine and Judy's relationship? I know you like where Judy seems to be emotionally and mentally right now, but you haven't told me how it's impacting you." After a thoughtful pause, Frank responded, slipping into his submissive protocol. "Well Sir, I obviously would like it to be different. As you know, I'm a submissive and in my perfect world Judy would be my Mistress and we wouldn't need to involve anyone else in our relationship. But we both know that's not a realistic desire on my part. So that leaves me with two options. "Option number one is to go back to the way things were before I shared my feelings about my submission with Judy the first time. But we both know that is also not a realistic option. We've both crossed a line and there's no going back. You can't put the toothpaste back in the tube. If we tried to do that, we would both be miserable and we would eventually break up. "Option number two is the one we've chosen and given the circumstances I believe it's the best one. Judy is happy. Because she's happy, so am I. I trust you, Sir. I believe you to be not only a wise and capable Dom, but I also believe you to be a wise and ethical man. That's important to me because I need to know that I've entrusted Judy to someone I can depend on. I hope that answers your question, Sir." Thank you for your candor, Frank. Now tell me, if you could change anything about the current relationship the three of us share, what would it be." "That's an easy one." Frank responded quickly. "I would like to either watch or participate in at least some of your sessions with Judy." "That's just not going to happen, Frank." I responded. "My time with Judy is our special time, just like your time with her is yours. Would you want me watching and participating in your time with her?" "No I wouldn't. I hadn't thought of it in those terms. I guess I'll have to just wish then," Frank grinned. "I'll tell you what though. I'll allow Judy to tell you all about our sessions in whatever detail you two decide on. After all, she'll be telling me all about your sex life with her. Is that fair?" "That's fair. And I hope she goes into all the gory details. In fact, if we don't stop talking about it I may have trouble walking out of here." We all laughed. "Speaking of walking out of here," Frank said, "why don't we go out to our house. It's certainly more relaxing and conducive to these discussions." "Yeah, let's do that." Judy chimed in. "Where do you live?" I asked. Frank pointed out the window to the mountain in the distance. "Can you see that house up near the top of the mountain?" I looked. There was only one house on the entire side of the mountain. It was near the top and looked to be huge. "Yes, I see it." "That's our house, Sir." "OK, Frank. I need to see to some details for tomorrow's training session here. So Judy can ride with me and show me the way." "Yes Sir. I'll head on out then." He got up and walked over and gave Judy a peck on the cheek. I noticed a slight tenting in his pants. "I'll see you guys shortly then." "OK Frank." Frank walked out the door leaving Judy and me alone. We stood and got ready to leave. Judy walked up to me and put her arms around my neck. "Master. I didn't think it was possible, but I love you even more than I did." She smiled and kissed me on the lips. I met her kiss with my own and we immediately found ourselves locked in a passionate embrace, kissing one another deeply and lovingly. It was Judy who broke the kiss and stepped back from me. "I guess I got a little carried away," she said. "Just about everybody here, members and staff alike know Frank and me, so I need to be very careful." "I guess a little discretion is called for then isn't it?" I smiled. We walked to the front desk and retrieved the keys to the rooms I would be using the next day and went to check them out. They were precisely the way I had ordered them. So after dropping the keys off at the desk, we walked out into the beautiful sunlight. I gave the valet my parking ticket and he ran off to retrieve my car. In no time he drove up, jumped out and ran around the car to open the door for Judy. Once she was safely inside, he closed her door and sprinted back around the car in time to have my door open and waiting for me when I arrived. I handed him a generous tip and told him that I could handle it from there. I opened the back door of my car to hang up my blazer and felt a lump in the side pocket. I reached into the pocket and pulled out Judy's panties and bra. Pitching them over the back of the front seat into her lap I said, "I believe these are yours." She grabbed them and looked quickly around to make sure nobody had seen. "You are sooo bad, Master," she giggled. I hung my coat on the hanger and climbed into the driver's seat. Upon arrival at the entrance gate to the country club, Judy instructed me to turn left. "So we're not going back through town?" "No this is the old highway and bridge. Nobody much uses it anymore and there's hardly any traffic." "Good. Then there's no reason you shouldn't be naked is there?" I laughed. Judy laughed, "If my Master says so, there's never a reason I shouldn't be now is there?" "That's right. And your Master says so." She grinned at me and pitched her bra and panties over her left shoulder without looking. She was more careful with her blazer. After removing it she folded it and laid it on the back seat. Next came her shoes, which got the same careless treat as her underwear. She immediately unzipped her pants and pulled them down. She paused to examine her pants. "I'm glad I was wearing the blazer back there. Did you notice I had my arms crossed while we were walking around inside the country club?" "I didn't pay any attention." "I was making sure my blazer covered my crotch," she said, holding her khakis up for me to see. There was a very large and noticeable wet spot in the crotch. "That's what your kiss did to me," she giggled. "I'm flattered," I laughed. She began unbuttoning her shirt and I could see her nipples were already at attention. But when she exposed them to the blast from the car's air conditioning vents, they stiffened and grew even more. She kept looking up and down the highway to see if anyone was coming. "Master, may I suck your cock?" "You're just trying to get out of view of anybody who might see you on the road," I laughed. "That too," she laughed. "I think a hand-job would do nicely." I said. "And while you're at it, you can masturbate as well." "Sounds like fun." she said. Looking around to make sure the coast was clear, she leaned over the seat and retrieved her panties from the back seat. Settling back down in the front seat, she unzipped my pants and extracted my quickly firming cock from its confines within my underwear. Next she cleaned her flooding cunt with her panties and wrapped them around my cock and began to stroke me with the well-lubricated material using her left hand. Her right hand went to her cunt and began to minister to it. The feel of her panty-covered hand was working wonders on my cock and I knew that if I allowed myself to, I would quickly cum. I decided to allow myself to, and added my cum to her juices in her panties. She wiped me clean and zipped me back up and licked some of my cum from her panties. All during this time she had been masturbating, changing the pace when she began getting too revved up. She seemed to be learning how to pace herself. As any Dom will tell you, self-discipline is the best discipline. But I could tell that her self-control was getting more difficult. So I wasn't surprised when, as we crossed the river bridge, she said in a very ragged voice. "Please, Master. May I cum?" I love watching a woman get herself off, so I gave permission. She grabbed her panties off the seat and pressed them hard against her cunt, using both hands. She pushed and rubbed hard, until her scream filled the car. Frank Makes an Offer She had been watching the road carefully and if she hadn't pointed out their driveway running up into the woods, I probably wouldn't have even seen it. I turned right up the paved driveway and started up a small ridge with a gate at the top. Frank had left if open for us. As we drove through the gate, a wide panorama opened before us. To our right, the city sprawled on the other side of the river which ran directly by the base of the mountain and meandered out into the valley until it disappeared at the horizon. To the left of the river, the valley unfolded into a vast expanse of woods and the quilted look of farms. It was breathtaking. We were now driving down the other side of the ridge through the woods, and after rounding a curve the house appeared directly in front of us. It looked like a huge sprawling ranch style house built from stone with dark wood trim. I was soon to discover that what I was looking at was only the top floor of a tri-level house which was perched on the side of the mountain. When we pulled up, Judy and I got out and she preceded me into the house, naked and carrying her clothes with her. I followed with a couple of tell-tale wet spots on the front of my khakis. Frank was in the living room and when he looked up he grinned. "You know, I jerked myself off driving home. But it looks like you two had more fun than I did."