0 comments/ 36135 views/ 6 favorites Vera's Pet Ch. 01 By: Terrin2 Brian was nervous. He was going to see her again after two years and he remembered that when they parted it was not in friendship. Well, this meeting was just business, but Brian couldn't help feeling a thrill. He didn't know how he was going to hold his ground in face of that woman. He had always been scared of Vera and his own fear had always excited him. He knew it was going to be the same today. He looked up and saw her approaching. She was strutting towards him with her assured step, tall, dark, threatening. Looking at her he felt the first thrill. It was as if nothing had changed. With her eyes fixed on the man in the far end nook of the restaurant, the woman was heading towards him with total disregard of the looks the measured click of her high heels attracted. She was tall, five feet ten with the ideal weight of 16o pounds. The beautiful face was stern. The large brown eyes were crowned with long thin eyebrows, marked cheekbones and straight nose of aquiline tip similar to a bird of prey. The lips were full and glossy with navy blue lipstick. Those eyes, however, were cold and that face had some unmistakably cruel aspect, the strong chin was like a manifesto of powerful will. The long straight black hair fell in shiny unruly strands onto her back and bulging breasts giving her an element of wilderness. Vera Moangrave was wearing a plain ivory blouse tight enough to make her bust press against the material in a way that was like magnet to both male and female eyes as the open front gray businesslike striped jacket only drew attention to her E cups. Despite her 43 years, thanks to estrogen, massage and carefully fitted bra, Vera's breasts never sagged. Her very tight black spandex leggings were like second skin to her long, straight legs and with her waistline cinched with a black corset, made her hips sway and her round firm ass cheeks move alluringly. The metallic click as she walked came from the 6-inch stiletto heels of her black patent leather Louboutin pumps. Brian stood up quickly gaping at her hypnotized. She looked even better than he remembered her. She stood in front of him and extended her gloved hand. He squeezed the sleek thin leather of her long gloves knowing the moment he did that she would not return the squeeze, one of her old techniques of putting men in place. "Hello, Vera," Brian said, "Good to see you again. It's been some time." Vera didn't respond to his greeting, but merely indicated with her head that he should sit down. He did while she remained standing, towering above him as she fumbled with her gloves carefully removing them from her hands revealing long perfectly manicured fingers with long and sharp nails enameled navy blue to match her lipstick. She sought the waiter's eyes with hers to indicate she required his immediate service and the young man was instantly by her evidently flushed in the presence of the gorgeous woman. "Get me a double Smirnoff, honey," the woman said in a surprisingly soft voice not looking at the waiter. When she finally finished removing her second glove, she sat down, folded her gloves carefully and looked at Brian. "What's the big deal, Brian?" she moved to the point without any preliminaries, showing him that his company was not what she desired most. That was in fact not true. Vera had been looking forward to this meeting. Who knows, maybe she'll be able to have some fun with the man the way she used to. Not that she didn't get enough opportunities to have her way with men, but for Brian she would have a special treat. She didn't like it when men walked out on her the way he did two years before. Vera never forgot things like that and with a bit of luck, Brian was going to have his memory of the fact refreshed. For the moment though she was prepared to tread carefully. "Well, Vera, as you know our studio wants you back on track. I hoped we could discuss the details including the finances in a nice atmosphere," he said and put on the table in front of her a thin file. "If you cared to look inside and tell me what you think..." he didn't finish as at that moment the waiter returned with her drink and put it on the table ceremoniously. "Pay," Vera said to Brian who instantly dipped into his pocket to find the money. The waiter collected the money and the tip and turned to go giving the woman one other look, but she stopped him. "Wait, please!" she said and turned to Brian and demanded, "I want you to say how badly you want me. Do it now!" Her voice was harsh. "Vera, please, let's not..." Brian started. "If I leave now you're not gonna have that contract, darling, and your boss will come to the inevitable conclusion that you've fucked things up again." the woman said collecting her gloves. "So?" "I need you very badly, Vera. It's a question of my career. I'm desperate to have this contract," Brian said and looked at her to see if that will do. She was sipping her drink not looking at him, the waiter stood by with a stupid grin. Brian should have expected something like that. He made his appointment with her in a public place to be on the safe side. He couldn't know what she might do and how he might react should they be in a private place, only the two of them. Well, it seemed that the bitch had found a way of degrading him in the public place too and now she was waiting for more. Brian felt a wave of excitement come over him. He cleared his throat and continued, "Please, Vera. Help me. I need you. I..." he hesitated knowing that there might be no turning back, but he was too excited to think soberly, "I'll do anything you want." "Enough!" the woman stopped him and turned to the waiter, "What did he say?" "He said he'd do anything for you ma'am," the waiter responded and added, "I would do too." "Thanks," the woman smiled. She looked at the waiter and instantly dismissed the idea – the fool didn't know what he was talking about. This didn't bother Vera. She didn't need consent to do what she liked, but she could see the weakling wouldn't last long enough to give her satisfaction. "Maybe you'll get your chance if I'm in the right mood." She said noncommittally and sent the waiter away with a gesture of her hand. Brian felt her shoe caress his calf under the table and his dick was immediately alert. Vera had heard and sensed enough. She knew now she could have her way with her former slave. She would show him that once a slave to Mistress Vera, always a slave to Mistress Vera! "We'll go to some private place to finalize the deal. I think the studio will be fine," she said and that moment she drove her metal heel into his groin with might, crushing his left ball against his body. Brian almost howled with sudden pain and the waiter stopped to look surprised. Vera kept Brian pinned to the seat with her heel taking her time finishing the drink. Then she released him and got up. "What do you say?" she demanded in a grating voice. "Thank you." "Thank you who?" "Thank you, Mistress." "There's a good pet," she patted him on the cheek not minding that some people were looking. She left her car on the lot and demanded the keys to his. She drove towards the studio across the railway tracks. On the way she stopped at a large adult store. "Give me your wallet and stay here, pet," she said and went to the shop. She returned carrying a black plastic bag. Twenty minutes later they arrived at the empty studio. Vera knew nobody would disturb them here until morning. Brian took the bag she had taken from her car and led the way to the entry. The moment Brian opened the heavy door and followed her inside, she gripped him by his hair on the back of his head and put her lips on his. He opened his mouth to protest, but his mouth was instantly filled with her tongue preventing speech. Brian was unable to resist. He had never been a match and it seemed that after two years she was worse and he was even weaker. It was a long kiss of past lovers restored. They toyed with their tongues, measuring the depths of each other's mouth. Brian was no match in this game: he had always been fascinated with Vera's unnaturally long tongue that was now reaching nearly into his throat! She finally pulled his head away from hers and bit his lower lip with her sharp white teeth. Brian hissed as the vamp woman drew blood. She tasted a drop of his blood and said: "Good to have you back honey. You've kept me waiting." She spoke in a mild voice, but Brian knew that tone of voice and remembered what it signified. He felt his excitement grow, but made one last attempt to prevent what was coming. It was a half-hearted attempt that Vera ignored reaching to his crotch with her hand, opening his zip and feeling his rigid fucktool. "Don't give me that crap you don't want to belong again! Look at your dick. It knows what you really want and believe me, honey, you're gonna get it from me! Oh yeah, you're gonna get it!" Brian had effectively stopped fighting the moment he felt her cool hand pulling on his cock. He gasped and before his mind surrendered itself to her will, managed to ask, "And the contract?" "It's gonna be fine. You let me do what I like and I'll do what you like, okay, baby?" "Yes, Mistress. Thank you Mistress," Brian whispered. He knew he was in her power again. He had thought he had freed himself, but that of course wasn't true and now he could see it perfectly well. Over those two years when he kept himself away from her, he was only half living. Now it was all coming to him with force and he wanted her to do it to him quickly. Do what they both wanted! "Please do it to me, Mistress," he whispered unwittingly as her fingers caressed his swollen shaft and reached down to his ball sack to squeeze it lightly. The pain would come later. Precum oozed out of his cockhole and Vera squeezed the head of his cock to bring more of it onto surface. She collected the precum with her fingers, smeared the slimy crystal liquid between her forefinger and thumb, smelt it and then licked it with evident pleasure. Brian remembered that she was a gourmet when it comes to both precum and cum. His dick started craving release at the thought, but Brian knew any release would have to be hard deserved. She stood behind him massaging his close-shaven balls with her left hand, driving her right hand underneath his shirt to caress his flat firm stomach and asked: "Now tell me what you are and where you belong!" "I'm your pet, Mistress and I belong to you." "Oh yes, you are!" she laughed, "You've no idea how much you're gonna belong to me ever since, pet! An inextricable bond it will be!" Brian didn't have time to wonder what she meant since she put her tongue to his neck giving him a lot of pleasure. Brian was moaning softly hearing the familiar buzz of anticipation in her throat and anticipating what he knew would happen now. "Ouch!" he yelled as she drove her sharp teeth into the delicate flesh of his neck and pulled it holding it with her teeth. He wondered how he was going to appear in the studio the following day, but wouldn't dream of trying to stop her. That, he knew, would have been to no avail and would only anger her. "Oh, baby! You're so yummy! You've always been," she said with a wicked laugh that sent thrills down his spine. With her hand stroking his cock, caressing it with her fingernails, she bent down to his neck again and danced her tongue on it before again biting him badly and smacking her lips on another drop of blood. Brian hated turtleneck sweaters, but that was what he was going to wear to work the next day. She stood aside from him and said: "Let's go to the studio and get going, darling pet. You've made me so hot I can't wait." Brian was hot too. He led her into the studio and lit the lights. In one of the corners of the large hall there was a piece of rope hanging from the ceiling. She directed her steps there telling him to undress. She also removed her jacket and hung it carefully on the back of a chair. When Brian stood naked in front of her, she put leather cuffs that she extracted from her bag on his wrists and tied his hands to the rope, then pulled the rope up with a wheel on the wall so that his hands stretched up but he was not forced to stand on tiptoes. From her bag she produced two pieces of rope and tied his left leg to a heavy chest and his right to a hook in the wall so that he was forced to straddle his legs. She looked at his right buttock where a tattoo said, "Vera's pet." She ran her fingers caressingly over the tattooed skin and said: "Still in place. How did you survive so long without getting what you know you crave, pet?" Now Brian also wondered how he managed to survive those two years. As he was not quick enough to answer her, she bent down and with a swift movement of the hand twisted and squeezed his balls. "Ouch!" Brian cried out. "Ouch!" again as she slapped his balls from behind. "I'm sorry, Mistress!" he quickly said. "I had a hard time surviving, Mistress." She looked at him critically and said: "These balls need to be longer. I like them hanging down nicely. Would you like me to do that, pet?" "Oh yes, please Mistress. Please do!" Brian wasn't faking enthusiasm. He was genuinely happy at the prospects of having his balls weighed down with something heavy. He always used to love that in the past. Vera tied his ball sack firmly with a piece of thin rope that had a hook at the end, and put on the hook two weights, each of 1 ½ pounds. Not too heavy because she intended the weights to stay there for longer. She kicked the weights into a swinging motion with her foot and Brian gasped with pleasure again. More precum oozed out of his cock and Vera kneeled in front of him to put his cock head into her mouth and suck all the precum he could give her at the moment. She would be feeding on his ooze more often before the night was over. She pulled his ass cheeks aside and took a look at his anal rosette. "Have you used your ass-pussy, pet?" she asked. "Yes, Mistress. I have regularly," Brian was happy to be able to reassure her. "But you're not wearing a plug," the woman stated. "We'll remedy that. Hope you're empty, slut, since you'll have to lick that plug clean when we finish. Vera was a great believer in anal subjugation. All her slaves of both sexes were subjected to the humiliation of having their anus controlled by the Mistress. From the small bag she took out a five-inch black anal plug that she had purchased at the sex shop. She put some lubricant on that and slowly worked its way into the man's anus. His sphincter opened slowly to welcome the tool of her domination over him. It was not difficult. She had effectively addicted him to having his ass filled over the time when he was her sex toy in the past. The whole length slid into him until the wide base of the plug rested on his bottom holding the plug securely in his ass. Next Vera took a simple wooden paddle from her bag and started hitting his buttocks strongly, systematically to make the flesh more sensitive and bring out color. Brian groaned softly with the long missed pleasure of having his flesh subjected to the torture that once was his daily exercise. She wasn't making it easy for him. He was supposed to be tough the way she liked her slaves and no weakness would be tolerated no matter how much time had elapsed. With Vera's systematic exercise on his bottom, his flesh was soon invitingly red. She stopped paddling her object, and ran her fingernails over the now extra sensitive skin reaching to his cock with her left hand to stroke it. "That was nice, wasn't it, pet?" she asked. "Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress. I missed it." "Good pet. Now let's have fun, shall we?" "Yes, Mistress. Please Mistress," he answered humbly but eagerly. Yes, he wanted it! He wanted all she could give him and wanted it badly! A flogger landed on his buttocks. It stung even though it was still only the warming up! It was a new flogger he wasn't familiar with. Twenty elastic silicone falls gave the special sting. "Ah." Brian sighed with authentic relief. He was back in his place and his Mistress was taking care of him. Another multiple bite of the falls on the back this time. The mistress was beating her object as if nothing had happened, as if they had barely parted the day before. She was bringing the blows swiftly with strong movements of the hand punishing his back, ass and thighs. She didn't count the strokes or the minutes and neither did he. She wasn't applying time measured punishment, but was satisfying herself and would be doing it as long as she decided it was time for something else. Brian was too lost in the reverie of being flogged, flogged by the Mistress again, to bother to make any calculations. That was hardly ever required by the Mistress anyway. Brian felt his back increasingly on fire. The way he writhed his buttocks was gradually less in comfort and more because of the stinging pain, and so were his moans changing in quality from pleasurable to mixed with pain. Vera could see that and stopped the punishment. Not that she took pity on the man. Oh no, not she! The more uncomfortable her victims were the happier was she! She stopped to change the flogger only. She didn't want him to tire too quickly. Once he was in her grip again, she wanted to take her time playing with him, using him for her satisfaction. After all this was still only the warming up! She took a deerskin flogger of 35 lashes that can be used to caress, but equally well to deliver whopping thuds. Vera would do both, but first she would take care of her pet's comfort. She stood in front of him and raised his face taking his chin in her right hand while caressing his fucktool with her left. Under the impact of her touch, the cock started growing swiftly, happily. "Enjoying yourself, pet?" she demanded. "Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress!" the slave knew he had to deliver the answer instantly when asked. "Good, because I've got so much more in stock for you." "Thank you, Mistress." He sounded hoarse with anticipation. He knew it was not expected of him to ask any questions. "What a hoarse voice you've got, pet. Open up this yap. I'll salivate it a little." Obediently, Brian opened his mouth instantly and Vera spat into it profusely. "Don't swallow," she said and collected more saliva in her mouth. She spat again and again making him hold her spittle in his mouth. She knew what he liked and could feel his precum wetting her hand again. "Swallow!" she ordered him finally and patted him on the cheek when he did. "Thank you, Mistress. You're very good to me." Brian was grateful for her spittle. Yes! This was what he needed. There was no point trying to negate it. He was a true slave and needed to belong. He could only truly live when he belonged, otherwise it was mere existence, not life. Vera was caressing his cock with her fingernails running them into his skin passing her hand along his whole length. Brian started moaning softly. He closed his eyes succumbing himself to the pleasant sensation. Suddenly she removed her hand from his dick and slapped it painfully twice. "Ouch!" Brian exclaimed both in pain and frustration of the pleasure being denied him. "I want you to look in my eyes. I want to see your submissive eyes and I don't wish to hear that moaning again! Is that clear?" she demanded. "Yes, Mistress. I apologize, Mistress." "Apologize? Do you think it's enough to say 'I apologize?' No, sweetheart. You're gonna feel your punishment. You've earned it and I'm gonna give it to you with pleasure!" "Please, Mistress, punish me!" Brian could hardly contain his excitement! "Everything in due course, pet." She slapped him playfully on the cheek and returned her attention to his cock. She stroked it with long caressing movements of her hand making sure there would be a lot of precum. Brian obediently kept his eyes fixed on hers and he felt his submission grow. He was transfixed with her magnetic gaze, almost hypnotized like some animals when they are in the paws of a predator and stop fighting, subjecting themselves to their fate. As if understanding his thoughts, Vera opened her mouth wide baring her sharp white teeth and made a move as if she was about to bite his face, but lowered herself to his crotch instead and with a decisive movement took his the head of his cock into her mouth. She circled his head with her tongue with slow teasing movements letting the precum seep into her mouth until she locked her lips tightly on the cockhole and started sucking the precum. She luxuriated in the sensation of the dense liquid coating the tip of her tongue. And then she released the head of his cock to swallow and stood up abandoning the cock on a verge of orgasm, giving it a sharp slap to make sure he wouldn't come! Still smacking her lips she returned to the flogging. Vera's Pet Ch. 01 She came to the wall and lowered the rope to which his hands were tied. She didn't want him to have his hands numb. She picked the flogger. First soft lashes landed on his red and hot buttocks and back. This was very nice. He started pushing his buttocks to her to flog him more. This was just like teasing. The way she wanted it. Before he felt the impact of the first real stroke, he heard the whiz of the flogger in the air. A heavy thud hit him across the back. "Ah!" he sighed. The next blow kissed his buttocks. That was even more painful, but Brian was now ready for what was coming and remained silent. Once he had been restored into his mistress ownership, he was determined to show her that he was worth her efforts, that over those two years he hadn't forgotten what it means to be a good slave! He wasn't passive while she was punishing him, but offered her his back and buttocks pushing them back so she could place the lashes with accuracy, rather than seek his flesh with the flogger. Vera understood this and appreciated it. She understood the psychology of a slave and was always ready to take it to her advantage and to enhance the object's drive towards slavery and desire of pain! The heavy lashes landed on his already tormented body ceaselessly, covering his back, bottom and thighs with a systematic succession. Despite her swift action, Vera wasn't hitting at random, but kept watching the way his flesh colored and aimed at those places that she thought required more attention. Always an esthete, she liked to cover her objects' bodies in the way that was pleasurable for the eye. Finally flushed with her exercise, the woman threw the flogger away and removed her blouse and her bra. Let out of their confinement, her E size breasts swung in front of her heavily. She approached him at the front again and held her right breasts to his mouth. "Pleasure mummy!" she ordered pulling his head up by the hair. Brian hadn't forgotten how she liked it. He stuck his tongue out and ran it around the ultra large aureole around the thick elongated nipple. He repeated the movement of his tongue making sure the nipple and the aureole were well salivated and only then sucked the nipple deep into his mouth, so deep that his mouth was filled with her breast. He kept munching on her breast massaging it with his tongue and delicately squeezing with his teeth. It had always in the past been surprising for him that the sadist loved to have her nipples tormented. "Oh yes, honey! You're doing fine, but munch on this udder harder!" the woman urged him on. Brian bit his teeth deeper into the sensitive flesh and immediately felt her hand on his rigid dick again. She sought the band that joins the foreskin to the underside of the cockhead and held it between the fingernails of her thumb and forefinger. She squeezed the band of flesh painfully and Brian doubled his efforts on her breast driving his teeth into her nipple so that she cried out happily. Brian was less fortunate – with his mouth filled with her breast he couldn't cry out when she dug her nails deeper into the skin band underneath his cockhead and crunched it with slow movements of her fingers. "Oh honey, you're wonderful! Just wonderful! Mummy is very pleased with you," she said removing her nipple from his mouth and massaging the lacerated flesh to alleviate the pain. She then held her other breast to his mouth and the lovers underwent the same procedure except that this time Vera pulled on his frenum membrane digging into it so badly that her victim actually choked on her breast writhing in excruciating agony of pain. When she let his cock go, she slapped it hard with her fingers and removing her breast from his mouth stated: "That was great, wasn't it, pet?" "Yes, Mistress," the victim gasped, his mind still blurred with the pain, "thank you, Mistress!" Squeezing and kneading her voluminous breasts, the sadist moved back behind him. She thought her victim had deserved something more exquisite than the preliminary flogging she had that far applied. She would use the Cat O Nine! The tool of superb torture that calls for a superb handler! The nine leather-braided tails are finished with a conical leather paddle that the victim is going to feel as if they were biting into his flesh. Vera swung the cruel utensil in the air a few times first listening to the whiz of air with pleasure. Brian also heard the ominous sound and instinctively tensed his back muscles and grit his teeth in expectation of the tails biting into his skin made so sensitive with the flogging he had already received. The first blows fell onto his buttocks though and were delivered so hard that he had to cry out I pain. The mistress stopped the punishment and said: "Enough of that noise, please! Either you behave yourself or I'll be forced to gag you. Or maybe that's what you'd like me to do, toy?" Brian knew he was going to be gagged. She was just toying with him. Anyway, it was better that way. He had a feeling that he was about to receive the whipping of his life. "Please, Mistress, gag your slave!" "Oh my little baby, you're being so brave! I hate hurting you, but you need it so much, don't you baby?" she cooed toying with his psyche, then grasped him by the hair brutally and demanded, "Now tell mummy how much you want to suffer for her!" "I want to suffer for you very badly, mummy! Please punish me and have no mercy on me, mummy!" The words came unsought for as if it was his inner soul speaking, revealing his real ego of a total pain slut. "Oh my baby," she slapped him on the face hard, "mummy won't disappoint you. You will suffer. Oh yes, you will!" Quickly she filled his mouth with a large red rubber gag obliterating any possibility of articulate speech and effectively silencing his screams of which she knew they were going to be very loud. Vera was intent on checking his limits. She would go as far as she could short of risking his life. If he wasn't going to be able to get up and go to work the following day, that was his problem, not hers. She returned to her stand behind him and set to wielding the Cat O Nine systematically covering his back buttocks with rich red streaks of swollen flesh. Brian could fully appreciate the bite the new tool of torture gave to his tormented backside as the conical endings bit into his body bringing out bloody marks while the tails caressed his skin leaving thick welds. He writhed and twisted in his confinement as much as he could only making things worse as some of the blows ended not only on his sides but also on his stomach bringing more agony. Pleased with herself, flushed with her exertion, the woman discarded the flogger finally and admired the results of her work on his body. In the past she had always loved the way his skin showed the welds and the color. It was healthy red with rich streaks and thick welds, not unhealthy bluish bruises. Also his skin did not break easily under the impact of stronger blows. Despite appearances, the orderly Vera didn't like drawing much blood and making a mess of the beating. She ran her hands over the hurting skin feeling and caressing the countless thick welds. The slave definitely looked like one who could do with some respite, but Vera wasn't going to give it to him! She had not yet pulled everything out of her bag! She produced a fine braided 12-plait 4-foot leather whip, a precision instrument for indoor punishment. Well oiled, with a split cracker, the leather will render exquisite suffering! She positioned herself at the right distance and angle from her victim and aimed the first blow at his shoulder blades. The whiz thru the air, the sharp crack as the leather licked the living flesh, and the muffled noise the suffering toy produced were music for the sadist's ears! She pulled the whip back and aimed the second blow just below the scarlet stripe left by the first. She was not yet using her full might to torture the toy. She was getting him used to the feel of the leather on his flesh. A few more blows and she increased the power and the speed of her swings bringing well-aimed blows onto the tortured flesh getting additional fun arranging the scarlet stripes quickly turning livid welds into a neat zebra on his back bottom. As her victim came to life straining to avoid the blows, an impossible attempt, she laughed and hit him even stronger as the sound of her own cruel laugh excited her more! Lash after lash landed on his body bringing him torment of which he had been dreaming for two years in vain trying to free himself from the grip of his own sexuality and from the grip of that evil woman. Lash after lash brought Vera joy and she had to reach to her breasts to knead them while continuously hitting her man. And again neither of them cared to count the strokes. She didn't need to know how many blows she had applied. She would be beating him as long as it gave her pleasure and that would be very long, and he was beyond any logical activity, his self dissolved in the torment, the lashes biting his body being his whole universe. Eventually Vera put away the whip and stood in front of him once more. She pulled his head up by the hair like she did before and licked the gag filling his mouth – a kind of kiss for her slave. Her right hand was still squeezing her tits. "Are we having fun, pet?" she asked not the first time that night. "Aha," Brian attempted to give an affirmative answer. Her question was a rhetorical one, though. She was having fun and for the moment that was all that mattered! "Let's see how much fun we're having," she said reaching again to his cock. "Oh my baby! How big you are!" She started stroking his cock again, this time faster and faster. Was she going to let him come? Hope flashed through his mind. A futile hope it was. She was merely giving him more torment and making sure she could get what she liked so much in the process – precum! And this was flowing profusely wetting her hand. The man fell into her rhythm moving his hips to follow the movement of her hand. It was seconds and he would come! No way! With a cruel laugh, the sadist squeezed the cock below the head so powerfully that the victim howled through the gag. The woman squatted in front of him again and still squeezing the cock (she wouldn't take chances) once again locked her lips on the cock head to collect the tasty precum. When no more was coming, she stood up and let the cock go slapping his balls a few times. The man howled again. He was again as far from coming as ever. It was time to bring their nice encounter to an end. Vera pulled out one last tool. Another whip it was, but a short one that allowed her to apply blows at much greater speed than the bull whip she had just been using. Another succession of quickly falling blows followed adding a crosswise pattern to his backside. It was a miracle that he could take more. Or maybe not a miracle, after all. His body was nearly numb with the never-ending volley of blows and he hung passively on the rope. "Oh yes, take this! And this, you male pig! Take it from your Mistress, you swine! Know your place, shit!" she was now shouting at him in her elation. However, there must be an end to anything. Vera put her utensil away, for a moment she tormented her breasts with her hands and gradually cooled down. She removed the weights from his balls and put some chair in front of him and seating herself on it started some manipulations at his floppy cock. Brian was too exhausted, too badly beaten to take much interest in whatever the evil woman was doing to his organ. She seemed to have caught his balls with some hard utensil and pushed it to the base of his cock. Some kind of ring judging by the way he felt it. He felt her pushing something onto his cock, getting that something past the folds of his foreskin using his spittle dripping from his mouth around the gag to ease it onto his cock. Then he opened his eyes to see. Not that he wanted to ask anything or protest. He was beyond asking questions and protesting. The woman had taken him beyond that. He was merely curious to see. She was fitting his dick into a transparent curved tube with a hole at the tip for urinating and another, bigger hole on the upper part of the tube. A chastity device, Brian concluded passively. At the moment he was totally indifferent to it. His mind had been effectively twisted into subservience. He should have known she would be able to do it. He had never been a match to the power Mistress had over him. But he no longer cared. Whatever she chose to do to him now was okay with him. Whatever she chose to do to him or with him in the future was okay with him! He belonged and it was up to her to decide everything. "I'm putting chastity on you, Brian," he heard her say. "It's silicone, perfectly safe and absolutely secure. Now listen to me very carefully, baby. The only way to free yourself is by removing the padlock. I'll make a deal with you, Brian. I won't put the padlock on, but a plastic lock that you can remove at any time if you wish. It is, however, my wish that you DO NOT remove it! Yours is the choice. If you break the lock and take this off, you won't see me again in private. If you don't break it and wait until I remove it to play with you, I will take it as a sign of your complete subjugation to me. Then there's no turning back, no second thoughts. You don't need to commit yourself now. Just tell me if you understand what I said." Vera spoke clearly and seriously to signify to him this was no joke. Then she removed his gag. "Yes, Mistress. I understand what you expect of me. Thank you for giving me the chance, Mistress." "Good. I'll untie you and you get dressed and take me back to my car or, if you're not up to the job of driving, I'll leave you here and take your car. When you can walk, you'll find it in the restaurant parking lot." "I'll go with you, Mistress." Vera arrived at home at two at night. She showered, went to bed and made herself snug against Nora's warm body. Nora woke up and stretched comfortably in Vera's arms. "You've been so long, I didn't wait," she said apologetically. "It's okay, sweetheart. Do you need to relieve yourself?" "No, mummy, I'm fine. But if you need to empty your bladder, I'll go with you." "No, honey, go back to sleep. I'll fill you in the morning. I'll have plenty of liquid," Vera kissed her lover. "Oh, will you mummy? Thank you!" Nora was joyful to hear that. "Will mummy give her baby her nipple to suck?" she added. "Of course. Mummy loves her baby," Vera answered and held her right breast to Nora's mouth. She stifled a moan when Nora took her nipple into her mouth and started sucking on it delicately. Her nipple was still painful after Brian munched on it with his teeth. Nora soon slept with mummy's nipple still in her mouth. Vera reached to the girl's buttocks. The leather straps that held the anal plug and the girl's chastity were in place. So was the plug securely held in the girl's anus. She felt the rubber base of the quality product with her fingers. It was about time Vera exchanged the plug with a bigger size. This one was getting loose in Nora's spread anatomy. The girl's birthday was coming; that will be the occasion to offer her a new plug. Vera thought of buying an inflatable one so she could better adjust it to Nora's anus. Then she thought about Brian. She knew he was hers and was going to remain hers as long as she wished and that might be forever. How much time should she give him before removing the chastity, she wondered. A week seemed too short to have the desired impact on his psyche. Two weeks might be too long and he might break under the temptation to free himself. Vera decided she would remove it after ten days. That would be enough for the start. After that she would keep him chaste for much, much longer, she chuckled at the thought. Or, better still, why not give the rings to the padlock to Nora on her birthday! She looked at the sleeping girl fondly. Nora could be excruciatingly sadistic!