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Glynneth Ch. 01

By: MissBri



Tonight we're going to the club and our little slut is dressed to a T...short black leather skirt, fishnets with a zipper crotch, tightly buckled leather corset and a fishnet bra with thigh-high leather boots. She doesn't know yet what's in store, but it's a big evening for us. We walk into the club, Glynneth following meekly behind me and being led by her pussy leash. The leash is about five feet long, threaded up through her corset with just the barest glimmer of metal showing between corset and skirt. It peeks out between her breasts, leading to My hand. 

I lead our little hussy to the back of the club, favoring the dark corners as always. I command her to sit on a stool at a table, gently tugging her along. She lifts her ass and I slide the skirt from beneath it...she'll soon be sitting on bare vinyl. She spreads her legs for me and I unzip the crotch of her fishnets. I hold up the leash, letting it trickle from my fingers...it lands in her cleavage and I slide it through her tight leather outfit, tickling her warm skin with cold metal. When I'm done she is sitting, pussy available, with nothing between her ass and the stool except for fishnet that bites into her flesh just a bit. I whisper into her ear, "Just wait here, pet. I'll return shortly." She nods slightly, replies, "Yes, Mistress Jett."

I walk away and into the brighter portions of the club, which are still quite dark. I wear a long black dress made of satin with slits to my thighs and tiny chains running between opposite sides of each slit. On my legs are silk stockings, and on my feet tall, black vinyl boots. I can feel our pet following me with her eyes as she wonders who and what I have in store for her tonight.

I exit through the front door, stopping for a moment to talk with the door man. I hand him a note which says, "Tonight, pet, you will prove your devotion to Me. This man's name is Spider, and tonight you belong to Him. He has paid a handsome fee for your company and you will not disappoint Me. I'm sure you recall begging Me, on your hands and knees, to allow you please Me. This is your final exam concerning your faithfulness to your Mistress...if you do as you're told like My good little whore, you will be rewarded. Oh, and just so that you're aware, you will not see Me...but I will be watching." There is a blood red lipstick kiss below my words.

I get into my car and drive to Spider's house. He has given me a spare key and I let myself in, finding the security room that holds several video monitors. There is also a speaker mounted on the wall, which is connected to the various intercoms throughout the house. On the desk holding the monitors, there is a bottle of champage on ice...along with a fluted glass, a full cigarette case and a Zippo lighter. There is also an envelope, in which I find a note from Spider. "Thank You for permitting me to play with Your pet, Mistress. Please enjoy the show." I smile and pour a glass of champagne.

Meanwhile, back at the club, our little slut has been sitting on her stool for half an hour, being glanced and then stared at by practically everyone in the club. As instructed, she has turned down cocktails from all three of the men and the one woman who have offered them. She politely smiles and turns down the company of all who offer, explaining that she is waiting for someone. At this point she still doesn't know for whom she is waiting, even whether I'll return or she will be approached by another.

Spider's shift ends as his relief walks in and takes the seat by the door. He walks back behind the bar, gathering his coat. At 6'4" and wearing all black with long dreadlocks, he's a somewhat intimidating sight as he approaches Glynneth. He hands her my note, which she reads as he gently unwraps her fingers from the end of her leash. He gives the thin chain a tug, wordlessly telling her to slide off of the stool and follow him. Always eager to please her Mistress, she does so and glances around, wondering if I may have slipped back inside while one of the others was staring at her cleavage or trying to get her drunk. Spider leans into her hair and whispers, "It's just you and me, little girl...We must be on our way. Mistress Jett is waiting for us." She replies, "Yes, Sir." and he leads the way to the back door of the club.

Outside, the air has grown cold. Our little slut's nipples grow hard as the frigid air rushes into them. She blushes at this. Spider leads her to a black '57 Chevy and opens the door for her, closing it after she has gotten inside. He then opens his own door and slides into his seat, reaching over for her leash. A button is pushed somewhere on the dashboard and loud industrial music fills the confines of the vehicle. He leans over, pulling a jumble of fabric out of the glove box. Rather than sitting back up, he pulls one black silk scarf from the bundle and uses it to tie Glynneth's ankles together, one leather boot crossed over the other. She is limp, allowing herself to be posed like a doll. Next the clips on her leather bracelets are fastened to eyelets at either side of her corset...her elbows are slightly bent and she is rendered rather immobile. A second scarf is tied around her head, gagging her mouth. It is tight enough to leave her mouth slightly ajar, but not uncomfortable. Finally, a third scarf is tied over her eyes to act as a blindfold. The last thing she sees is Spider's shit-eating grin, his eyes gleaming as he envisions all that he will do with his borrowed toy this evening.

Our little slut is a bit uneasy. While I've loaned her out before, she has never been rented out for an evening. It makes her feel down-in-the-gutter dirty and also like she's floating, so happy that she has been deemed worthy enough for Me to demand money for her use. She has been deprived of movement and sight, and the music seems to grow louder. This combination of sensory deprivation and overkill is somewhat dizzying, and a nervous smile passes her lips. Spider has her leash wrapped around his hand and the chain tugs on her hood at his whim. The whore is getting wet, her juices dampening the leather of the skirt beneath her ass.

Before long, the little slut and her John arrive at his house. I watch on the video monitors as he leads her slowly through the front door. She is still bound as in the car, minus the ankle restraint. He has her leash in one hand, the other placed against the small of her back to guide her along and help her keep her balance. She is led first into the kitchen, where he removes her gag and tells her to kneel on the floor. She replies, "Yes, Sir." and he guides her to her knees. He asks her, "Would you like a drink, pet?" Her reply comes, "Please, Sir." He tells her that she's a good girl, and leaves her kneeling while he prepares their drinks. He's been saving a bottle of absinthe for a while...the real thing straight from Europe, not that knockoff stuff they sell in some bars here. While I have instructed him not to get her too hazy, I did tell him that she could have a drink or two if he wished. Sometimes our Glynneth can get a bit shy, and that would be no good after all of the money he's spent on this evening.

After fiddling with glasses, bottle, sugar cubes and stirrer for a few minutes, Spider walks back across the kitchen to our pet. Her blindfold is removed and immediately replaced with a black rubber gas mask. The lenses of the mask have been covered with black latex, and she is made blind once more after just a few moments of regaining her vision. There is a hose leading from the mask with a funnel at the end, and Spider tells our pet that if she'd like a drink she'll have to have it poured into this funnel. There is a mouthpiece with a bit that can close the valve if necessary, but he'd rather she drink it all down like a good girl. He knows that she's had oral training with Mistress Anna's giant cocks and is sure that she can supress that nasty gag reflex. She nods and gives voice to a muffled "Yes, Sir."

Once again, Spider pats our pet on the head and tells her what a good little girl she is. A moment later he is pouring the sweet liquorice-flavored nectar into the funnel and down our slut's throat. She takes it all as it is poured, and doesn't gag. She has indeed been taught well by Mistress Anna and the various men We have had her with. Spider smiles and downs his own drink, pleased that she has passed this first small test. I watch the monitor, wondering what he'll do with her next and getting moist myself.

I light a cigarette and inhale its silvery smoke as I watch my two pets, one leading the other from his kitchen to a room that has been set up as a very nicely stocked dungeon. Normally when I am here, it's Me leading Spider by that ring through the head of his cock or his septum and doling out delicious tortures on those same pieces of furniture. I have not seen him in Dominant mode as he knows I am his superior...I never realised just how forceful his personality could be. Of course that can be hard to imagine when You've got such a large man in panties, bound while You smother him and punish his cock for getting an unauthorized hard-on.

I stroke My bare pussy slowly gently while I smoke My cigarette and watch the two pets at play...They have arrived at the dungeon and Spider is guiding his whore onto a padded bench, face-first. He attaches a metal clip to the O-ring on her leather collar - the other end is attached to an eyelet at the end of the bench, which keeps her neck resting at the bench's edge. Her wrists are left attached to her corset, and her boots are removed. Her beautifully pedicured feet and legs are criss-crossed with the marks from the fishnets that have been slightly digging into her flesh all evening. He lightly kisses the sole of each foot, watching our ticklish slut squirm for a moment before fastening cuffs around her ankles and attaching them to eyelets on the legs of the bench. She is now perfectly immobile, with her ass high in the air.

Spider reaches out and slides one finger into her wetness, smiling at how wet the slut is and the little whimper that escapes her lips. He asks, "Do you like that, you little whore?" Her reply comes as usual, "Yes, Sir." She is so helpless, and has become so submissive that she absolutely adores her loss of power whether it is being taken by Me, Mistress Anna, or anyone else We have chosen for her. She has come quite a long way since our first meeting and her move into My home. Watching this scene that seems to distant yet so close to Me, I realise that she truly is My slave.

Spider walks across the room and carefully chooses what he knows to be My favorite tool of punishment, a heavy leather belt that is full of 3/4" steel pyramid studs. He also picks up a medium-sized butt plug and a small bottle of lube. Glynneth's face is pointed downwards and she cannot even look up to see what he has gathered. She trembles slightly, mild fear mixed with anticipation. 

Spider kneels by her head, showing her what is held in his large hands. She looks first at the belt, knowing all too well how its heavy weight and metal studs will feel on her ass and cunt. Then her eyes move to the plug and lube in his other hand, and she has a vague idea of what is going to happen next. Spider has second thoughts about the lube, considering how wet her dirty little pussy is. He slides the butt plug into her dripping cunt, twisting it around several times to make sure that it's nice and slippery. She gasps, turning her head a fraction of an inch in order to breathe a bit easier. The plug is then removed, and replaced by a finger. Once the finger is well-lubricated, he starts gently prodding her puckered asshole...in and out until the muscles start to relax. His finger exits her one last time, and the plug is gently but firmly shoved into place.

What Glynneth hasn't noticed is that this isn't your run-of-the-mill anal plug. There is a small bullet inside, which Spider turns on. Her tight little hole is vibrating gently and she only gets wetter as the vibrations continue. He asks her if she has been a good girl tonight. Her reply comes mixed with heavy breathing, "Yes, Sir...I think I have. I only wish to please You and my Mistress." He agrees with her and asks her what she thinks of My belt. She tells him that she loves it because I do, and she hopes that he will punish her as he sees fit. His grin grows ever wider as he tells her that she is a dirty little whore for the same reasons that she has been a good girl tonight. She is so pathetic, allowing this man she has just met do all of these things to her just because it pleases Me so. She nods and agrees that she is a filthy slut who needs to be punished.

Spider removes his pants and kneels on the bench behind his whore, slowly sliding his 10" lightning rod of a cock into the slippery mess between her thighs. He groans as the zippered crotch of her fishnets tickles the side of his cock, cold metal on bare skin. As he begins to slowly thrust in and out of her, feeling the vibration from her sweet litle asshole throughout his pelvis, he gathers her leash in one hand and grasps the belt with the other. He asks her how many strokes she thinks she deserves from the belt for being such a naughty little slut, telling her that if the number she gives is too low it will be multiplied by ten. She thinks for a moment...she has been put in the same predicament before, and it can backfire at times. She decides that 25 seems like a good number, and meekly asks him if that seems like a proper punishment to him. He tells her that it does seem like a fitting enough punishment, though he might have let her slide with just 15 or 20. She lets out a small sigh and realises that he is both kind and sadistic, much like her Mistress.

Spider starts thrusting harder into Glynneth's oozing cunt as he cracks the belt across the top of her left cheek for the first time. She lets out another soft whimper. He continues to fuck her harder and faster as he gives her all 25 hard smacks with the belt...5 each across the top of each ass cheek, the bottom of each cheek, and right across the middle of her open ass. He clips the edge of the butt plug, which is now vibrating faster, on the last crack of the belt. This sends shivers through her entire body, and as she cums he explodes, filling her warmth with his seed.

As he pulls out of her, his juices mixed with hers start to slowly trickle out of her pussy. He softly kisses her upturned bottom and says "There's a good girl." She smiles and thanks him for the compliment. He turns to leave the room and tells her that while she awaits his return he'll leave the plug as a reward for being such a good little whore.

Watching this exchange, I have brought myself to orgasm...leaving a bit of a mess on Spider's leather couch. When he enters the room, naked except for his boots, I smile and tell him that he is to clean up the mess I've made for him. Like a good puppy, he kneels on the floor in front of me and starts licking my juices from the leather. I ask him how they taste and he replies, "Sweet, Mistress, as always." When he is done lapping up the mess from the couch, I tell him, "You may now lick me clean. Make sure you don't miss anything." He smiles, says "Thank You, Mistress." and his cock twitches. He blushes and apologises for the hard-on he almost let happen. He gently spreads my lips and starts licking my cunt, very carefully and slowly. After he has gotten my labia clean, he slowly slides his tongue inside of me to get every last drop. He then blows gently on me, drying my pussy. I tell him that he's a good pet and that I think it's time to call it a night. We'll all have more fun tomorrow.

I go to our little whore, proud of her devotion to Me. I unclip her collar from the bench, sliding a pillow beneath her neck. She will sleep there, with her butt plug gently vibrating all night long. I will sleep with Spider, allowing him to cuddle at My feet. It's been a lovely night.