Bully Training

[goddess_marguerite]

Bully Training
Frankie and Roy
Frankie was surprised when Roy came home and said he'd seen Chisel,
the schoolyard bully who had created such havoc in his life as a kid
back in Philadelphia. "It's amazing, Frankie" Roy was saying as they
had dinner. "Chisel's changed so much, he's a Buddhist now, and a
probation officer as well." Frankie cocked her head, and a blonde
curl fell into her cleavage, and Roy took an intake of breath...every
time he saw her, even after seven years of marriage, seemed like the
first. "Really? The guy who used to bully you? I would have thought
he'd be on other side of the law. Didn't you tell me he used to take
your lunch money and vandalize your car?"

Roy nodded. Roy had been shocked when he'd ran into Chisel, walking
through DC Superior Court with his fellow prosecutors, seeing the
familiar big squarish head and beetlebrows of Ernesto "Chisel"
Fantucci. Ken, Roy's second chair for the O'Malley trial, had turned
to him and said "Roy, you're white as a sheet!" and Roy himself had
felt the familiar dampness in his hsorts, aaugh, he'd peed his pants
just like he'd done in the old days whenever Chisel had grabbed Roy
by the shirt and slammed him against a wall, before dragging the
honor student into the locker room. But fortunately, today Roy had
been wearing dark pants and the urine stain hadn't shown and Chisel
had recognized him at the same time and come up and shaken Roy's hand-
-and apologized!

"Dear, you were saying? The guy's not a criminal anymore? " FRankie
asked. He looks so white when talking about this guy, she
thought. "Well, Chisel went into the Marines after high school, and
then got some therapy somewhere, and went to school, and now he's
just a regular guy.

It's amazing. From seventh grade on he used to beat me up and take
my lunch money, and other things happened as well." Roy blushed and
looked at his plate, and Frankie, an observant wife, looed past the
table where Roy was shuffling his legs in that adoably geeky way, and
thought she spotted an erection. But it couldn't be. Frankie knew her
husband had some kinks,but didn't think he was a fag. Frankie
reached over and stroked Roy's crimson cheeks.

Frankie wondered whether Chisel had molested Roy, though it seemed
silly, since they were supposedly the same age. But Roy was like a
child at times. She wondered whether whatever happened had happened
in a locker room, as Roy always changed his clothes at home or even
in the car rather than change in the locker room of their country
club, or in a changing room at any hotel. Anywhere where there were
other men, it seemed. When changing in a locker room was unavoidable,
Roy seemed to go into hyperventilation before he entered the locker
room door.

Roy was finishing his dinner, but his mind was awhirl--he couldn't
get the old demons to go away. Seeing Chisel, however nice the man
was now, was plaguing him. The image stayed. "C'mon you little homo!"
Chisel would drag Roy into the locker room, bitch slapping the chubby
National Merit Scholar, forcing Roy on his chubby knees and
unzipping. Then Roy, tears coursing down his cheeks would reluctantly
open his mouth and Roy would slam his penis home ramming it in and
out of Roy's full lips. "Now don't bite down, or I'll knock your
teeth out, Roy. Then I'll know next time I'll get a smooth, gummy
blowjob."

One horrible day Chisel had actually gotten Roy to suck off the
entire wrestling team, and this had sadly gotten around the school.
Roy had been unable to get a date for his Senior Prom. Today, of
course Roy had to remind himself, things were different. Elroy
Myers, titular head of DC's Corporation Counsel, had had a coffee
with Ernesto "Chisel" Fantucci, a lowly probation officer, and Chisel
had said respectfully. "Mr. Myers, you are a great guy, and I'm so
sorry I behaved that way back then." Roy had thought of telling
Chisel that he could call Roy by his first name,but rather enjoyed
the way "Mr. Myers" sounded in his old enemy's mouth. "If there's
anything I can do, Mr. Myers, please tell me." Roy of courese had
been quite gracious and realized that now he, Roy was in much more of
a power position. Those old days were over forever!

"Darling, don't you think about whatever it is that happened."
Frankie said to Roy tenderly. "It's over now and you and that awful
man can be friendly, or you can just avoid him. But you're an adult,
and a very important one." Frankie stroked Roy's hair and tugged her
sweater down a bit, further emphasizing her full cleavage, and Roy
smiled, as she knew he would. Roy prized Frankie over anything else
in the world, it seemed. He smiled at Frankie worshipfully. "Tell you
what, why don't we play one of our little games tonight."" Frankie
said with adventurous eyes. Roy smiled widely. "Yes Miss Francesca."

Frankie's voice grew steely. "Then I want you to clean up this
table, the dining room and the entire kitchen, spotlessly, and I'll
be in to check in twenty minutes."Frankie slapped Roy lightly on the
face and he looked at his plate ashamedly. "Twenty minutes, Elroy.
And when I come to inspect, I want you naked and kneeling on the
kitchen floor, with EVERYTHING SPOTLESS, as I said in twenty minutes."

Roy arose hurriedly and undressed, folding his clothes neatly on one
of the dining room chairs. As he cleared up the dining room, Roy
thought gratefully of how wonderful Frankie had been in
understanding his fantasies. They'd started out during the engagement
with Frankie giving Roy an occasional bare-bottom hairbrush
spanking. Roy could recall Frankie, who he had met as a young
stripper being prosecuted for cocaine possession, walking into Roy's
living room, her 40DD chest heaving in a snug sweater, ordering Roy
to take down his pants.

Roy could still feel his naked penis itching as it was pressed
against Frankie's scratchy tweed miniskirt as she slammed Mummy's old
elephant-tusk hairbrush against his bare bottom, as Roy's legs
tangled miserably in his bunched up trousers. Frankie's boobs would
press against Roy's back as the hairbrush fell again and again
against Roy's miserably scarlet buttocks as hard or harder than Mummy
had ever whipped him with the same brush!

Frankie laughed as she went to her bedroom to change into the black
satin bra and panty set that always drove Roy so wild. My
God,sometimes she thought he was hotter for her in that outfit than
when she was naked! Not that she was naked around Elroy that much
these days. As Frankie attached the clasps together that connected
her bra cups from the front, she breathed impetuously in the mirror,
and watched her cleavage shake and bounce in the tiny black cups. Yes
he'd like this. And was Roy in for quite a night!

Roy of course thougth that "spotless" just meant that he was to clear
the table and wash the dinner things,but he had another think coming.
Spotless was as Miss Francesca defined it. And of course Roy would
whine when Frankie began punishing him for the shoddy work he'd done--
Roy whined easily, and in a way she couldn't blame that guy Chisel
for bullying Roy a little bit.

Frankie could imagine what a wuss Roy was in high school, as even now
Roy was such a nerd, he had his stamp collection and enjoyed things
like putting together jigsaw puzzles, unlike the chopper cycle
building losers that Frankie had grown up around. Yes, Roy was a bit
of a whiner, but he'd given Frankie such a new life, helped her give
up drugs and the stripping/prostitution lifestyle she'd been so
accustomed to. She should have more patience with her wimp, really.
Well, Frankie could take out some of her annoyance on Roy tonight.
After she'd adjusted her lingerie, Frankie pulled fishnet stockings
on, applied eyeliner and bright red lip gloss, and painted her nails
the color of blood. What fun tonight would be!

Roy began washingt dishes in the kitchena fter having carefully wiped
downt he dining room and put up the chairs. Frankie had really begun
to enjoy the games more and more in their first year of marriage,
after learning that Roy, the slave-boy would do as much housework as
needed. The first eighteen months of marriage, it had been a normal
sex life, with occasional bondage evenings, that Roy really looked
forward to. He would be chased around the house naked in an apron
with a feather duster, and Frankie menacing him from behind...by
their fourth year of marriage, Frankie and Roy had escalated to an
entire weekend of mistress/slave activity, with Roy tucking Frankie
in bed in the evenings and then going down to sleep on the basement
floor.

Now, they occasionally played during the week, and Frankie's
punishment implements had advanced way beyond hairbrushes and willow
switches. "Is this a game or not, Roy?" Frankie had asked the week
before as Roy sniveled that Miss Francesca had gone a little far and
too hard on his buttocks with her cat o' nine tails. Frankie had
locked him in the closet that night and made loud moaning noises,
playing with her vibrator. "I don't let crybabies lick my pussy,
Elroy!"

Roy had wept miserably, crouching naked under Frankie's fur coats in
the boxy, hot little wardrobe. Now Roy scrubbed all the pans as
cleanly as he could, and made sure everything was looking pristine.
He knew better than to use the $15,000 dishwasher he'd bought Frankie
for her birthday; during punishment sessions, slave Elroy had to wash
everything himself. She'd taught him this by turning the dishwasher
on and sticking Roy's head in it.

Frankie took nearly forty minutes adjusting her makeup and putting up
her hair but she still knew Roy wuoldn't have been done cleaning.

Stepping into her high heels, FRankie picked up her bamboo cane and
her Spencer paddle with all the lovely little holes in it, and went
to check on her husband in the kitchen. She came upon Roy frantically
wiping up the counter, stark naked, of course and when Roy saw
Frankie, he immediatley threw down teh rag and dropped to his knees
in front of her, staring at the floor. "Why weren't you kneeling here
already?" Frankie looked at her watch and thwacked Roy's shoulders
and back with the bamboo cane. THWACK! THWACK! The cane bent
slapping on Roy's back and welts arose against Roy's pale, flabby
skin.

"It's been forty fucking minutes you little faggot, I expected you to
have this kitchen ship shape in about seventeen minutes. Stick up
your butt and put your face on the floor." Roy stuck his rear in the
air and pushed his face in the floor. Biting his lip, Roy awaited the
onslought. Now, Frankie let loose with the Spencer paddle. WHACK
WHACK WHACK WHACK. Frankie loved the way the air saled through the
holes in the paddle as it landed on Roy's bright red buttocks.

Roy bit his wrist to keep from screaming, he knew that his sobbing
would enrage Miss Francesca. The wooden Spencer paddle was certainly
painful,but he had to learn to take it better. It was amazing, as
titular head of DC's Corporation Counsel, Roy enjoyed the respect and
fear that he tended to bring up in clients and defense attorneys, but
he'd remembered the day he'd see jn that tousled blond girl in that
drug trial. Roy hadn't prosecuted this one, he had just shown up to
watch one of his former law school students handle the case.

The judge, who had worked with Roy in the past, had also greeted him
with respect, and it had been quite a day, except that the defendant,
this tousle haired druggie stripper, had smirked at Roy. She'd
giggled at him in the defense box and stuck out her tongue. Later,
after Frankie had been acquitted and Roy was taking her to dinner,
she'd told him that she'd once been a Phd candidate for an art
history degree,but had gone down the more "interesting" path instead.
Now she was his respectable housewife, but also his Goddess WHACK!
The Spencer landed one more time on Roy's savaged buttocks, and a
tear rolled down his cheek. Not so much the tough prosecutor now!

"Hmm." FRankie looked about her and the counters were indeed
glimmering, the burners on the stove had been wiped out and the
dishes, pots and pans were all neatly stacked up. Frankie noticed out
of the corner of her eye that Roy was stealing looks at her and that
his cock was hardening nicely. "Let's see how these cabinets look-I
hope there's not a speck of dust in them. Roy looked alarmed. "Miss
Francesca, I just cleaned up the dinner mess ma'am, you didn't
specify the cabinets--" WHACK WHACK! The Spencer landed again and Roy
howled. "Spotless is what I said, Elroy."

Roy watched Frankie's gorgeous buttocks undulate as she goit up on
tippie toe to investigate the shelves. God, she was such a tease.
Frankie knew Roy was a sucker for her gorgeous body and she was
always dressed in ithgt sweaters or crop-tops, even at thirty-four
years old. And she loved to tease Roy, and often would tie him
spreadeagled to the bed and perch between his legs, her gorgeous body
clad in French underwear, and she'd play her fingers around Ray's
tortured, bulging erection for two or three hours, rubbing quickly
and then pulling her fingers away as soon as it looked as if he might
be about to orgasm.

In the beginning days of these teases, Frankie would finish off by
giving Roy a mind-bending blowjob or mounting his penis so he could
fuck her to orgasm, but lately she'd made Roy jerk off in front of
her after the long tease, pumping his poor cock while she sat in a
chair, long legs folded, and still in the French underwear, ingorning
him to read "Mirabella" magazine. Of course when Roy serviced
Frankie, he would spend hours and hours licking between her legs,
giving her countless orgasms.

How pitiful he looks, Frankie thought, staring at her nude, weeping
husband. Such a pathetic crybaby. Frankie felt like picking up the
cane and giving it to Roy again,but she focused in finding fault in
the kitchen instead. Frankie opened the cabinets, chuckling to
herself. Had these cabinets been touched since she'd done her spring
cleaning last year? At the time Frankie had had Roy help, naked in an
apron, cleaning hurriedly as Frankie corrected any mistakes with a
few whacks from her scourge, landing it right on his cheeks hwenever
he slowed down,but there had been little cleaning since then, as Roy
had been so caught up prosecuting these drug trials, and Frankie had
her internship at the gallery.

She put her finger in a cabinet, moving it around and then pulled it
out, leaning down so Roy could see her bulging cleavage, compressed
in the bra top. Frankie put her very dusty finger under Roy's nose.
Crouched on the floor, he looked quite mournful. Roy shuddered,
seeing Frankie's long nail covered with the dust. Of course he hadn't
known she wanted the entire kitchen spotless, including all the
cabinets... But she would have found a way to punish him if it had
been all gleaming as well! Frankie had once tossed an ashtray on the
floor after inspecting a freshly vaccumed rug during one of Roy's
house cleanings, just so she could punish him for it.

"Does this finger seem clean to you, dear?" Frankie was
disgusted. "Ass up again, please." Roy protested "Miss Francesca, I
didn't have time I--" "PUT YOUR ASS UP BEFORE I GO GET THE CAT!" Roy
put his rear end in the air to receive ten more blistering whacks
from the Spencer paddle, followed by five with the bamboo. As Roy
sobbed quietly, Frankie ignored him and opened the refrigerator door,
looking into it, while she hummed. "Goodness this refrigerator hasn't
been cleaned out in ages." Frankie looked down to the floor where her
husband knelt naked and prone. "Did this floor get washed and waxed?
I don't think so." Roy's shoulders began shaking and his lower lip
trembled "I-I couldn't do it all in twenty minutes, Frankie." WHACK.
The bamboo cane lashed Roy's left cheek, and he began blubbering.
Frankie was adamant as she spoke. "I am Miss Francesca to you, Elroy,
you pitiful worm."
Chisel Comes to Dinner

"You're the best, man.." said Deon gratefully. "I have had so many
P.O's who would have sent me back to jail for this."
Ernesto "Chisel" Fantucci crumpled up the report that showed Deon
Williams as having tested positive for marijuana use and tossed it in
the public wastebasket. "Never mind smoking the occasional joint,
Deon. I'm just glad you're holding a job and working things out with
your old lady. Call me if there are any problems." The two men
separated in the parking lot of the DC Superior Court, and Chisel
mounted his Harley cycle, to drive to a dinner engagement he was not
looking forward to at all.

Elroy Myers, probably the most powerful man in the DC Superior Court
had asked Chisel Fantucci to dinner with him and his wife, and it was
uncomfortable because Fantucci had bullied and sexually assaulted
Myers when they were both high school students. What could he say?
Fantucci's drunken father had beaten his older brothers, the brothers
had taken it out on young Chisel, and Chisel had vented his wrath on
the neighborhood kids, particularly Roy, who seemed to bring it out
in him.

It had been so crazy, Roy would see Chisel, who he knew would kick
the crap out of him if riled, and then he'd say something like " So
why don't you sell a strand of that pompadour to OPEC?" and Chisel
would go for him. Fantucci often had the feeling that Roy went
looking for Chisel, as he often ran into Roy in his slum
neighborhood, when Roy lived in the fancy Chevy Chase area...Once,
during the summer, Roy had actually come to the public park where he
knew Chisel and his gang hung out. "Hey, you guys having a circle
jerk out here?" Roy had asked cheerily, walking by Chisel, Iggy and
Mumbles, who were peacefully sharing a bottle of ripple.

Then Roy had followed this little gem up with "I saw your sister
standing on the corner, Mumbles...it's where she belongs, right?"
Chisel had thrown the bottle down and grabbed Roy by the shoulders.
As Iggy and Mumbles had come up to assault him, Chisel had said,
enraged, "No, we don't want any marks on this bastard's face. Go cut
me a couple of switches, Iggy." Chisel had thrown the screaming Roy
over a picnic bench and pulled down his pants and underwear, and he
and Mumbles and Iggy had taken turns lashing Roy with willow switches
from a nearby tree.

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK After Roy's bare buttocks were covered with
purple and red welts, Chisel and his friends had taken turns
cornholing Roy, before taking Roy's pants and underwear and throwing
them in a tree. Then as they were walking off, Roy called one of them
a name, and the three had chased him once again, this time whipping
Roy's bare ass again in front of Mumble's sister and her friends.
Were these assaults all Chisel's fault? Yeah, pretty much whatever
Roy's provocation, Chisel should have left him alone.

Pulling up to Myers' house, Fantucci was amazed at the size. These
people were rich. Good God, look at Roy's Beemer. And why were they
inviting him to dinner? It was great that Roy Myers was a forgiving
man. As head of DC Corporation Counsel, he could have given Fantucci
all kinds of hell at his job. But why have dinner together? Certainly
the trauma couldn't be gone. And what else did they have in common?
Myers was Harvard Law School, and Chisel Fantucci had barely squeaked
through the criminal justice major at Slippery Rock State Teacher's
College. "But my wife really wants to meet you." Roy had said. So
Fantucci came. Perhaps it was an amends of sorts.

When Fantucci knocked on the Myers door, he wasn't sure what to
expect. "Hello!" Jesus what a gorgeous blonde with huge tits in a
little flowered dress. "Mrs. Myers? I'm Ernesto Fantucci." She gave
him a warm smile. "No formalities here. My name's Francesca--Frankie
to my friends." Frankie gave Chisel a brief hug, and he could feel
her full breasts pushing against him, and she pecked him on the
cheek. "You're Chisel, right?" Fantucci smiled ruefully. "Well no
one's called me that since high school, the angry young man phase is
over now." Frankie hugged Chisel again and whispered in his ear "You
don't mind if I call you Chisel, do you?" Chisel felt his dick
pressing against her hip. Shit, why argue? "No, that's fine, um,
Frankie."

Roy got up from his Wall Street Journal to greet Chisel as warmly as
possible. Why had Frankie wanted to invite this psychopath? He
couldn't have changed that much. But she'd insisted. "I just wnat to
see what the guy's like. I'm amazed that he's gone through this kind
of a transformation, and he certainly (cough) had an affect on your
life. You don't mind, do you honey? Just for your Miss Francesca."

Frankie had asked Roy this while Roy was bound on his back to a
hassock, and Frankie's leather heel was poking in his sweltering
cock. First she poked it, with the left foot covered in the sharp
heel, and then stroked the frenum tenderly with her right foot, where
the toes pulled and pinched the tip of Roy's cock until he was
gasping. Frankie had been sitting on the couch, her denim miniskirt
lifted slightly to show no pantiews as her long legs had moved around
her prisoner's crotch.

"I was thinking of giving you some sexual release, darling, I'll
unlock your new chastity belt and maybe you can screw me, but would
you mind if Chisel came to dinner?" Again the toes played with the
head of Roy's poor penis, the expensive pedicure scraping his
foreskin unmercifully while the right shoe gently, or perhaps not so
gently, poked the full testicle sack until Roy, close to tears,
finally said yes.

Roy was kind under Frankie's thumb these days. In the early years of
their marriage, Roy had been quite pleased that Frankie was willing
to accommodate him in his fantasies of being her slave...and they'd
gone from having a normal sex life, with occasional spices of S/M to
having it be that a good seventy percent of their sexual play
involved Frankie in her role as Miss Francesca.

During these sexual games, Roy was not allowed to screw Frankie, he
only could perform oral sex on her, and then, if he was a good boy,
could masturbate in the nude in front of his fully clothed, smirking
wife. Roy wasn't sure when it had quite happened, but in recent
months, Frankie had almost completely stopped having regular sex with
him even when they weren't playing their special games.

Frankie had become less and less interested in regular sex. Forget
blowjobs completely--that hadn't happened for poor Elroy in nearly
three years now--but Frankie even made Roy go through incredible
hoops to screw her-- he'd have to buy her jewelry, mow the yard, put
new tires on her car. and then at some point, Miss Francesca took
these favors for granted, and Roy's sex life it seemed, completely
had dried up, though he'd kept trying.

Many nights Roy would climb in bed with his wife, and turn to her,
hoping for a nice screw, and Frankie would force his head down
between her legs, where Roy would lick Frankie to numerous orgasms.
After she grew tired of this, he would attempt to kiss Frankie hoping
for some amour of his own,but she would turn away from his pussy-
laden breath and go to sleep. Roy had been forced to ease his sexual
tension through masturbation, often in the stalls at work, because
Frankie didn't approve of Roy jerking off whenever he felt like it,
whether or not she was giving him "any"

But Roy had also had chastity fantasies, and had begged Frankie
repeatedly to order him a chastity belt, and the previous Wednesday
had been Roy's fortieth birthday, and Frankie had brought out the
box! Locking the belt on, Frankie had smiled widely. In the past
seven days, Frankie had had Roy lick her to orgasm night after night,
and Roy had had no relief at all. Several times Frankie had removed
the belt when Roy's hands were tied, and spent several hours
manipulating her hands or feet around his cock, but she'd not allowed
him to orgasm even once. Whenever he'd brought it up. "Please oh
please just lend me the key, honey, you don't have to screw me or
blow me..oh please." Frankie had just laughed until she'd hinted he
might get some action after Chisel was invited to dinner.

Now, Roy shook hands with his former tormentor as Frankie put her
arms around both their shoulders. " I am so glad you and Chisel can
reunite." Both men looked at Frankie as if she was insane, or was she
being sarcastic? They shook hands awkwardly, and Roy asked Chisel if
he'd like a drink. "Gin and water please." Chisel responded, and they
sat down.

Frankie stared at Chisel as he drank his gin. What a man! Jesus. It
had been some time since she'd been around biceps like that. Roy was
a very loving man and quite an intellect,but he was chubby and not
terribly macho. Certainly not athletic. Chisel looked as if he went
to the gym every day, and those deep brown eyes... It was
interesting, Chisel didn't seem gay either. Roy wasn't gay and Chisel
probably wasn't, and yet...

Frankie had finally gotten the whole story out of Roy- apparently
Chisel used to really sexually assault poor little Elroy back at
school. Chisel had forced Roy to fellate him, as well as taking it
from behind. This cleared things up for Frankie, who had been utterly
mystified by her husband's fantasies.

The whole bondage-and-whipping stuff had been not entirely strange to
Frankie, who had performed in this role for previous boyfriends and
clients...she had that regal blonde look that made men want to cringe
and submit, she guessed. But it had been Roy that had shown Frankie
her first strap-on.

It had just started with a tiny six inch vibrator that Frankie would
poke around the edge of Roy's behind in their first year of marriage,
gradually moving up to a ten inch dildo. "C'mon, butt-boy, take that
big thing in, you know you want it." Frankie would snarl, as her
husband would gulp and bend over. It had been nearly three years
before FRankie had been able to completely impale her husband's
backside with a dildo, and even longer before she began fucking him
in and out with it...he'd cry and shriek,but she'd never seen his
cock harder!

But things had radically progressed. FRankie now had a huge two foot
coal black monster, nearly as wide as a Louisville Slugger. It was a
usual staple in their play, and now quite relentlessly used after
FRankie had heard of Chisel's shenanigans with poor Roy. She thought
of a few nights before when things had gone a bit overboard.

Roy, his hands cuffed behind his head, had been bent naked ove a
straight chair in the bedroom, as Frankie had lay on the last of
thirty-five strokes with the bamboo cane. WHACK WHACK WHACK! Roy had
sobbed, gritting his teeth and Frankie had trhown the cane down,
looking disdainfully at her slaveboys blistered tushie. "You make me
sick, the big, brave prosecutor, jailing pitiful minorities for a bag
of weed but he can't take a few licks with a little stick."

Frankie had then kicked Roy violently in the ass with her steel
tipped boot, bursthing one of his biggest calluses left by the
bamboo. Roy had howled and burst into further tears as Miss Francesca
had laughed, sauntering to the closet. She'd been dressed ina alce up
black Merry Widow, her blond hair tied high, and her heels had been
the longest, nearly seven inches.

Frankie's large boobs had bounced merrily in the cups of the Merry
Widow, and Roy had turned his tear stained face up to ogle them as
she'd pulled out the familiar box holding the dildo. SLAP! Frankie's
hand left a bright red mark on Roy's left cheek. "How dare you stare
at my breasts." Frankie said coldly, and Roy had returned his look
miserably to the floor.

"Oh, just look at them for a minute then." Frankie's voice had grown
oily smooth, as Roy had held up his head,staring at her beautiful
mammaries. Frankie lifted one out of the Merry Widow corset and
showed it to him. "You'd love to kiss this nice red nipple, wouldn't
you, Elroy? But it's not for you...My tits are for a real man."

Frankie bunched her breasts together and jiggled them before Roy's
eyes. "Not for a wimpie boy, I'm afraid." And it was true. Roy had
loved slobbering all over Frankie's huge, well shaped breasts from
their third date, and she'd accommodated his lust by wearing tight t-
shirts and tube tops, unhear d of for a woman in her thirties. But
gradually she'd allowed Roy less and less access to her beautiful
breasts, making him buy her a bracelet or take her to a play, just
for twenty minutes of titty sucking.

Roy had finally gotten so desperate recently, that Frankie, wanting
him to learn to drink her urine, had dipped her brassiere into a
bucket of piss and put it on, and let Roy suck it clean, which he
gladly did, as it gave him some access to her breasts. Then she'd
said "So now that you like the taste of piss, no more bra, you're
going to drink it straight." and he'd been forced to up end the rest
of the bucket, weeping.

Now Frankie put her boobs carefully back in the Merry Widow and held
up the gigantic black dildo, which she'd christened Big Mo, for Roy
to inspect. "Nice and big, isn't he, dear?" FRankie then had bent
down and compared Big Mo, which was easily three feet long, to Roy's
four and a half inch straining erection. "Why isn't your pee-pee nice
and big like Mo is?" Frankie had asked Roy in a friendly way. "Look
how puny your dickie is, like a Vienna Sausage." Roy had hung his
head in shame as his penis continued to bulge wildly. Frankie could
tell this was turning Roy on.

Frankie had reached down and began fondling Roy's purplish erection.
Since she'd locked the chastity belt on Roy some days before, the
only time his dick was free was during sessions when his hands were
cuffed safely behind his back or locked on the back of his head. IT
had been many days since Roy had been allowed to orgasm, and he was
quite horny and tense.

"See honey" Frankie had said gently as she played her thumb against
Roy's quivering frenum. "I really can't let your dickie squirt out
all that nice semen, keeping your sperm i in there seems to be the
only way to make your pernis respectably big. Don't you want to be
like Big Mo?" Frankie swatted Roy's erection with the huge dildo, and
Roy winced with pain and his erection wilted a little bit before
Frankie revived it with a couple of caressing fingers.

"Darling, don't you see?" Frankie had asked as she ran her long red
nails across the tip of Roy's purple cockhead. " I love my baby boy's
dickie-bird but I want it to be a BIG boy, or else why should I let
you fuck me, right?" Roy looked sad. Frankie had stepped back and
pushed Big Mo into her vagina, just a little. She knew better than to
rub it in too far, or she'd have a twat like the Grand Canyon. "Oooh.
Aaah." Frankie closed her eyes and simulated orgasm, before pulling
the dildo out and putting it in front of Roy again, and running her
manicured fingers up and down his quivering shaft. Precum coursed
down Frankie's fingers and she held them up to Roy's lips and he
licked them off. "You are so beautiful and exciting, Miss Francesca."
Roy had babbled. "Your fingers are so long and elegant." Frankie had
smiled.

"Elroy darling." Frankie had said as she tousled his hair, before
returning her manual attentions to his poor prick. "I adore you, you
are so understanding and considerate. But what a tiny wee- wee you
have!" Frankie pinched Roy's penis harshly with her Gaudette Nail
Salon Manicure. "See, I have no incentive to let you put that tiny
little shrimp penis inside me." Roy looked very sad. Frankie toyed
with his erection with her fire engine red nails some more.

"I should get a nice well-hung black man the color of Mo here."
Frankie held the dildo up and kissed it, not taking the fingers of
her other hand away from their manipulations of Roy's cock. She could
tell he was getting harder and harder. "I mean, there' s no real
reason why I should ever let that midget penis of yours in me again,
is there, honey?"

Roy began weeping quietly. "I know I'm just a wimpie boy, Miss
Francesca." he sobbed. "But-but we're muh-married, and I luh-love you
and miss luh-lovemaking." Frankie ignored this plea, and continued to
stroke Roy's struggling cock. "I bet that Chisel guy has a big dick,
right? It's been in your mouth and ass, right?" Frankie asked,
teasingly. She swatted Roy's penis hard with big Mo again, and he
winced once more. "After all, the whole school, according to you,
knew that you'd sucked this guy off, and let him fuck you, like you
were a penitentiary punk, huh?"

Frankie used her forefinger and thumb to massage Roy's glans and he
moaned, still crying. "I bet you really miss getting it from
Chisel...but anyway, you're not going to get it with me, bucko, not
til you're big like Mo." Frankie swatted Roy's dick once again with
the monstrous dildo. " I guesss IF I don't let you cum til about
20010, and I tease you all the time, perhaps you'll have enough semen
in you to make you a third as big as Mo, and then MAYBE I'll let you
fuck me." Roy looked hopeful. Jesus. He'd forgo six years of orgasms
to fuck me, Frankie thought. "But probably not, you won't be big
enough." Roy looked crushed again. "Oh well, time for Big Mo to take
your winkie back there!" Frankie had giggled.

Frankie had then strapped on the dildo and stared at it
critically. "I usually grease Big Mo up for you, but I don't see why
you deserve it." Frankie pushed the dildo into Roy's face. "But you
can lubricate it if you like." Frankie had never asked Roy to suck
the dildo before,but with his recent revelations about Chisel in the
locker room, she might as well see how much practice her husband had
at that ancient technique.

"Miss Francesca, I really don't want to suck the dildo." Roy had
whined. "Please don't make me. It's so gay--" Frankie had laughed and
grabbed Roy's hair and pulled his head to the dildo, jamming it in
his mouth. "Jsues why don't you suck it the way you made me suck your
dick you asshole, remember your jokes about 'Deep Throat'?" Frankie
asked harshly. "Hell, let's skull-fuck you." She'd grabbed Roy by the
ears, and slammed the humongous dick in and out of his mouth and up
and down his throat as the stunned district attorney had gagged
wildly.

Frankie had hummed a tune, closing her eyes. "Yes, sir, lick that
dick of mine...ooh, that feels good." At some point Frankie had
looked down and seen Roy's face turning violet, his eyes bulging and
she'd decided that this would be an unusual explanation to the
coroner, and she'd pulled the dildo all the way out, leaving her
husband to cough and spit up on the floor.

Frankie had looked down at her poor naked hubby with satisfaction. On
his knees, his hands locked behind his head, Roy coughed and hacked
for nearly ten minutes. Finally he'd turned his tear streaked eyes up
to his beautiful Miss Francesca again. "Is the little baby feeling
better?" mimicked Frankie. "Yes ma'am." Roy had whispered, and his
dick resembled a MX missile, it was so hard.

THWACK. Frankie now whacked the dildo against Roy's cheek. THWACK
THWACK Back and forth the dildo hit Roy's cheeks, and Roy looked
bewildered, getting this drubbing from that awful rubber thing
protruding grotesquely from his wife's little crotch.
"You don't like that?"Frankie asked. "Back when I was a girl, I
starred in a film called
Thongs and Dongs No.26' and a porn star called Detroit Half-Smoke
whacked his dick all over my cheeks before he made me suck him off.
Tough, isn't it?"

Finally, Frankie had forced Roy to bend over, and plunged Mo deep
into Roy's rectum. She'd given it to him hard before but never quite
to the "hilt" as it where,but now that she'd learned that Roy had
been the sodomee for Chisel and his gang, Frankie realized that there
was probably lots of room back there! Frankie had gritted her teeth
and shoved the dildo in and out, and at the same time reached down
and grabbed Roy's cock and began jerking it, hard, so that Roy was
moaning with pain and ecstasy.

Frankie pushed hard and the dildo had hit home repeatedly, and then
she'd turned him over and fucked his ass from the front, so she could
enjoy the peculiar looks on his face...Finally just as he was about
to cum, Frankie had taken away her hand from his cock and pulled the
cock out, and Roy had sobbed "You-youre worse than-sob-than Chuh-
Chisel-sob-" Roy had cried desperately. Sob-oh-misery-it's awful!"

Frankie had finally pushed the huge dildo in Roy's face. He was
horrified. Not only was it covered in blood, but also in large
amounts of shit. Frankie had slipped a bit of Ex-Lax in Roy's cocoa
that morning, and it was showing. Mo was completely covered in bodily
waste. "Oh, Frankie, take it away." Roy had mumbled, looking
ill. "No, no." Frankie had smiled."Clean Mr. Mo off, Elroy." Roy had
looked horrified. "I can't take it to the sink, my hands are cuffed."
He leaned his neck back to display his hands cuffed. "No need for me
to unlock you, honey." Frankie had smiled cruelly. "Just clean the
dildo off with your mouth, darling."

"Oh no!" Roy had screamed, like Mr. Bill on the Saturday Night Live
of years past. Even Chisel had never thought of anything like this.
He couldn't eat shit. "No!" Roy had begun scuttling away on his
knees,but it was difficult as his hands were cuffed behind his head
and Frankie had kept moving up gradually, pushing the dildo to Roy's
lips. "C'mon Elroy" Frankie had said in a singsong voice. "C'mon and
clean Mo off, sweetheart." Frankie watched Roy try to go into a
fetal position. She had remembered that they'd agreed on a safeword
if she went too far.

"Roy if you absolutely can't do this, you can use your safeword,
dear. I'll unlock you and we can have a nice normal evening, watching
television, and I'll even give you a backrub. If you don't use your
safeword, you'll lick off Mo, and then I'm going to whip your puny
dick and make you sleep in the basement on the floor. But what do you
really want? Roy had looked up, reluctantly thinking about the
safeword, and a nice evening. But finally he had shuffled over and
taken the shit-covered dildo gingerly in his mouth and licked it off
as Miss Francesca had smiled in satisfaction. Now, enjoying cocktails
with the two men, Frankie wondered what Chisel would think of she and
Roy's private life.

As they were sitting, drinking around the coffee table, Chisel was
caught between two throughts-- he was amazed how beautiful and poised
Frankie was in her snug flowered dress. Constantly she seemed to be
bending over in his direction, so he could catch glimpses of her
substantial cleavage and she gave Chisel long, penetrating looks as
she crossed and re-crossed her long, shapely legs. The other thought
that penetrated Chisel's mind had to do with Roy, who he felt hadn't
changed much.

Roy crossed his legs just like Frankie did, and waved his little
effeminate white hans around as he kept whining about things, first
the parking conditions at the courthouse and then the quality of
landscapers in Bethesda, the tony neighborhood that this gorgeous
house was in. Chisel thought of his ghetto efficiency and was
annoyed. Jesus. How do dorky, pudgy whiners like this score hot women
like Frankie? I mean, you have to ask.

And then Roy said something about Chisel's mother, who had been the
cafeteria lady at their middle school. "She looked just like you and
your brothers, except for the moustache." Roy thought this was
extremely funny, and Chisel's hands involuntarily curled into fists.
He had to control himself, but Jesus, Italian mothers supporting a
drunken husband and five kids didn't have access to depilatory
agents. Suddenly, Chisel noticed Frankie looking at him
sympathetically as Roy was talking, and she cocked her head as if to
say "I married an asshole, huh?" What the hell was she putting up
with a jerk like this?
Over dinner, Frankie talked about the art gallery where she was
interning, nad Chisel asked lots of informed questions, as he'd
developed an interest in art while touring Europe in the Marines.
Roy, whose favorite artist was Leroy Neiman, was put out and bored by
this conversation, and finally said something about Da Vinci being
just a wop artist. Chisel Fantucci dropped his spoon. "Roy, I can't
believe you said that, you---" Chisel tried to understand Roy, as
he'd taken psychology courses, and the guy was an obvious passive
agressive,but this was unbelievable. Chisel's natural inclination was
to backhand Roy just like in the old days But he...

Frankie turned to Roy, enraged. "Elroy, that was a nasty comment."
she began in an icy tone."Go into our bedroom take down your pants
and underpants and stand in the corner until I come." As if Roy
wasn't there, Frankie turned and looked appealingly at
Chisel. "Don't worry about my rude husband, Chisel. I apologize for
Elroy's behavior, and you and I will teach him a stern lesson after
dinner."

Roy looked at Frankie, astounded. What the hell was the meaning of
this? Their little bondage games were fun, he was damned though if
she'd humiliate him in front of this loser thug who had been so nasty
to Roy in his youth. "Excuse me Frankie? What the hell are you
talking about?" Roy thought if he blustered a bit, she would back
down, saying she was just kidding. But Frankie looked at Roy calmly,
breathing heavily in her hot floral dress. Chisel watched the violets
dance around her bust as Frankie spoke to Roy in a calm but quite no-
nonsense tone. "Elroy, you are trying my patience. If you are not up
in the bedroom with your pants and drawers down, pressing your nose
in the familiar punishment corner, I will trhow the key to your
chastity belt into the Potomac River. One. Two. Three--" Roy jumped
up and ran for the bedroom as Chisel watched in amazement. Jesus, the
middle class was weird.

Frankie leaned over and put her hand on Chisel's arm. "Go and make
sure he's in the corener with his pants down, Chisel, OK? Roy is such
a difficult little fellow to manage, you know?" Chisel Fantucci tried
to protest. "I'm really uncomfortable with this--" But Frankie
dropped her hand in his crotch, and gave Chisel's dick a strong
squeeze. "Please Chisel? For me?"

Chisel arose awkwardly, attempting to cover the obvious tent in his
trousers. He followed Frankie's red pointed nail down the hallway.
Chisel opened the door and sure enough there was Roy Myers, head of
DC's Corporation Counsel prosectuion team standing with his big fat
ass naked and his pants crumpled around his knees, in the corner. It
put Chisel in mind of that day in the park with Iggy and Mumbles--
Roy's bare butt bent over the picnic table as Chisel's switch fell
again and again. But there was a slight difference. Roy had some kind
of metal belt around his waist even though his pants and undies were
down--was that the chastity belt?

Chisel could hear Roy sobbing slightly now, in his bedroom, and
wasnt' going to say anything, but Roy spoke "Frankie, is that you?"
Roy was facing the corner, of course so he couldn't see. "Please how
could you do that in front of that dago psychopath? This is so
embarrassing. Tell him you were kidding, I'll take any punishment you
lay out after he leaves, Miss Francesca, and buy you a fur coat in
the bargain. Then, Roy impulsively turned around and saw Chisel
standing there. Chisel saw Roy's dick covered by a metal cage--that
must be the chastity belt. Humiliated beyond belief, Roy took one
look at Chisel and buried his face in his hands, weeping bitterly.
Chisel quickly exited the bedroom.

One Year Later

"Well, I'll check with you about the Hobson motion, Claude" Elroy
Myers said to Claude Gatty, his assistant, who nodded as they stood in
the hallway of DC Superior Court. Claude Gatty,who was scribbling
something on a manila file folder listened as his boss went through
some instructions. Roy looked up, and there he was...Oh God. I have
to head Claude off. "Why don't you go see what you can dig up on it
now, Claude." Roy's voice became a bit hasty. "Well I did have a
couple of questions--"Claude was inquiring,but as Chisel came up the
hall, Roy clapped Claude on the shoulder and said quickly "You can do
it...I know you can."

And he hurried off to greet the tall, dark man who began shaking his
finger at Roy before he even halted. Claude was utterly mystified. It
was so odd that Roy Myers, who could terrify the most seasoned of
defense attorneys and even intimidated judges by his rhetoric, seemed
so spooked by this lowly probation officer, "Chisel" Fantucci. Claude
had gathered that Roy and his wife had rented Fantucci their guest
bedroom for some reason...surely they didn't need the money.

But Roy kisses up to this blue-collar jerk all the time, and look how
he treats him! Claude watched in astonishment as Fantucci subtly took
Roy by the lapel and shook it and muttered something, and Roy nodded
his head, babbling something back. Jesus, was he crying? Herbie, the
security guard came up beside Claude, staring also. "Fucked up, isn't
it Herb?" They watched as the probation officer shook his finger in
Roy's face and Roy's knees seemed to buckle as he shook his head.

"Weirder than that, Mr. Gatty." Herbie replied. "Man, I was in the
men's room downstairs about a month ago and I heard all this racket in
one of the stalls---you know the big one, where people with
wheelchairs go in?"

Claude nodded, not sure he wanted to hear the rest of this. "And I
heard this moaning, it was Fantucci, the probation guy...he was
moaning like he had some chick blowing him, but then the stall door
opened, and he came out, zippin' hisself up, and then he whistled,
like he was calling a dog, and Mr. Myers came out of the stall on his
hands and knees, with his pants and drawers down and there were all
these welts on his butt--" Claude coughed. "Stop, that's enough,
Herbie. I have work to do." Claude headed downstairs to look into the
Hobson matter, and incidentally, to vomit in the ashtray outside.

Roy and Chisel

"You didn't get anything done last night, Piggy" Chisel was saying to
Roy venemously, as he shook him again. "Miss Francesca told me that
you neglected to clean the upstairs bathroom, as well as the hallway,
and your lines are still unwritten!" Chisel looked quickly up and down
the hall. Good. The security guard was walking away. He hauled off and
backhanded Roy across the face, and Roy burst into fresh tears.

"Master Chisel--"Roy blubbered-"I-I had so much to do, sir. I had to
vaccuum the living room, the dining room, and clean the downstairs and
basement bathrooms, and wash the windows, and then I had two hundred
lines of "I will not whine at Mistress" to do for Miss Francesca...and
I wanted to catch a bit of the basketball game." Chisel laughed, and
knocked Roy into the courthouse wall with a big hand.

"It's always about what YOU want, isn't it, fag-boy?" Chisel made a
motion as if to take off his belt. "I should take your pants down
right here in the courthouse and give it to you good, you disgusting,
whining hyena. Now you have ten minutes to get home and clean that
bathroom, wash all Miss Francesca's walls and finish the five hundred
lines of "I will not screech when Master puts out his cigar on my
pee-pee." Chisel paused
"GO!"
Roy ran.

Frankie, Amused.

Frankie lay on the couch, painting her nails. She was quite admiring
of them. "How do you do it, Frankie?" Jolene, a girlfriend asked once.
"You are the only one of us that has naturally long nails, it seems.
Don't you ever break them doing housework?" Frankie had just smiled.
Frankie now popped the cork on the polish bottle and began blowing on
her cuticles.

When was the last time she'd had to wash a dish? Vaccum the rug?
True, in the eight years they'd been married, Roy had done the
abundance of the housework when they were having their thrice a week
"sessions" but Frankie had never had the energy to dom full time with
Elroy. She could do it for a bit, but all that hitting! But now Master
Chisel was here. Frankie heard the key turn in the lock. Hmm which one
of them would it be? Master, or Wormy-Boy?

After Chisel had gone to check on Roy in the bedroom on their first
dinner meeting a year ago, he'd come back, quite embarrassed,but
Frankie had given him a nice blowjob that had enjoined his cordiality.
She'd explained about Roy's passive agressive behavior, and how she
thought it was really good for him to get a little discipline. (The
doctor had noted Roy's heart condition had virtually disappeared since
1998, the year that Frankie had begun domming him.)

Frankie and Chisel had gone back in the bedroom and begun necking in
front of the infuriated Roy, who had made a remark about Chisel's
parentage, and Chisel had lost it...and Frankie had lent him a
bullwhip to lose it with! Before the end of the evening, Chisel had
forced the sobbing bigot to suck his penis to several orgasms ,while
Frankie had slammed "Big Mo" in Elroy's ass. Just before he'd gone
home that night, Chisel had sodomized Roy himself. Roy had taken it
all so well in the end, that Frankie had allowed him to masturbate on
the toe of Chisel's Doc Martens and lick up the spooge.

Chisel, no longer diffident with Roy, began coming over regularly to
romance Frankie and "make sure Piggie isn't outta line" and gradually
he had become part of the place, to the point that Frankie and Roy had
invited Chisel to move in. Amazingly, it had been Roy who had made the
suggestion. "I really feel good having him here." Roy had said to
Frankie hesitantly, one night. " I miss our old life, but I realize
that if I am ever to be a really submissive boy--your boy, I probably
need a firm Daddy around. And someone who can assist in my
punishments." Roy had looked sad for a moment.

"What's wrong, darling?" Frankie had asked gently, taking his hand.
She genuinely loved Roy, for all the crap that had been going on,and
wanted him happy, though of course not at the expense of herself.
"Well, I will miss your attention to me." Roy confessed. "I mean,
Chisel sleeps in the Big Bed." Roy was referring to their bed in the
master bedroom, and it was true--Roy was now relegated to the maids
room on the third floor. There was an old fashioned bell-pull that had
been installed in the house years ago by Roy's Mummy, and Chisel and
Frankie could summon Roy when they needed service with that.

"Well, don't worry" Frankie smiled, kissing Roy on the neck. "I love
you dearly, and though our relationship has changed, in my way, I will
be focused on you quite a bit." Roy had looked cheerier, though of
course he knew what "in my way" meant. Now, Frankie watched the door
open and Roy rushed inside. He ran across the living room, but paused
as he saw her. "What's your hurry, stranger?" Frankie asked
pleasantly. "Don't you have a good word for your Mistress?"

Roy bowed. "Hello, Miss Francesca. How was your day?" Frankie smiled.
Every day was a fun day for her now--she didn't work any more. The two
incomes derived from Roy and Chisel made it unneccessary to slave away
in the gallery anymore. "It was glorious. I played tennis with Roger
the pro in the morning, and then Roger came to spend the afternoon
here with me." Frankie smiled as Roy winced. He knew what that meant.

Roy stared at the bedroom. "I-I have to change and do some work, Miss
Francesca...I'm so sorry, Master is very upset with me--" Frankie
waved him on, and Roy rushed to the bedroom. Frankie thumbed through
"Elle" magazine until Roy reappeared. He was now dressed in a sailor
suit from about 1929-- a Donald Duck beret and everything. He had
shorts on and high knee socks and saddle shoes, which Frankie had been
amazed to find on the Internet. How many places have saddle shoes for
a fifty-one year old man?

Roy's Mummy had dressed Roy this way for the first twelve years of his
life, and it had caused no little amount of unpleasantness with other
children in the neighborhood...and his penis had often rised as he'd
described how Mummy would pull the blue shorts down and Roy's
underwear, called "pantaloons" by Mummy, before getting a harsh
whipping with Mummy's ivory-tusk hairbrush. So Frankie thought perhaps
the old ways were the best...

Chisel pulled his Harley up into the driveway. Good, the pig had put
his car in the garage. Chisel got really annoyed when he didn't have
room for his bike,but the last time Roy had left the car out in
Chisel's space, Chisel had locked Roy in his own trunk, naked, and it
had been a cold December night. Roy was much more considerate now.
Just the other day, he'd been unbelievably thoughtful in a way that
Chisel wouldn't have believed of the angry, bigoted Elroy of one year
before.

It had been a Sunday afternoon, and Chisel had decided to liven it up
by taking Roy into the den and taking down his pants and underpants
for an over-the-knee spanking with Frankie's short Spencer
paddle.WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Roy had been crying and screaming and coughing---it had been quite a
loud discipline session and at one point Roy buckled over on Chisel's
lap and then had asked "(sob) Master?" Chisel had sighed. "Yes,
Piglet?" Roy had coughed "Master-(sob)-I hope I'm not jouncing your
legs too much (sob) with my moving around. If you'd like (sob) we can
adjourn to the bedroom and I'll bend across the bed for you, Sir."
Chisel had seen Roy look up at him from his position over Chisel's lap
and had seen real love in Roy's eyes, and in his way, Chisel felt the
same way for Elroy.

Chisel had laughed and ruffled Roy's thinning hair and taken him up on
this offer, and there had been screams from the Myers master bedroom
for the next forty minutes! Chisel had become such a force in Roy's
life, that Frankie had put Chisel in charge of Roy's supervised
orgasms.

She rarely saw Roy's cock any more, even for teasing, as that was a
great privilege from her now. Usually, Roy's dick was locked in the
horrible pouch, and was only taken out when Chisel was in an irritable
mood and felt like knocking clothespins off the tip, or putting out
lit cigarettes on Roy's frenum.

Then, every three or four months, Chisel would take Roy to a woodland
cabin. Chisel would supervise Roy's cleaning and scrubbing the cabin
from cellar to attic, and then the two men would hunt and fish
together. Of course Roy would get his share of sessions of being
whipped with branches in the woods or attentions in the "woodshed" in
the back of the cabin.

Sometimes Chisel would invite a group of Leathermen up to hunt and
fish and Roy would be their French maid to whip and sodomize to their
hearts delight. Roy provided excellent waitress and hostessing
services during the midnight poker games at the cabin.

Once, Roy had asked to take a hand, as he'd been a star player in law
school, and Chisel, appalled that Miss Francesca's sissy would dare to
want to gamble, pulled Roy's panties down and his French maid's skirt
up and paddled him in front of the other roaring players. Roy had
spent the rest of the visit writing 2,000 times "Playing cards are the
Devil's paste-boards" and hadn't mentioned gambling since.

At the end of the visit, Chisel would allow Roy to masturbate to
orgasm, licking the discharge up off the woodshed's dusty floor. This
was a tremendous concession on Chisel's part, as he'd explain to Roy,
while laughing to himself, as Roy would have, throughout the 90 days
of his celibacy, have sucked Chisel's dick at an average of twice a
day, three times on weekends. There was so much cum landing in Roy's
stomach that there really was barely enough room left for food!

Now, Chisel hopped off his bike and jogged up to the front door, He
took the key to unlock it, and realized that the door was already
unlocked. That was a bad security precaution, even if Frankie was
home, for Elroy not to lock the damned front door! Chisel walked in to
see Frankie reading "Elle" and Roy in his Donald Duck suit, scrubbing
the living room wall with vigor.

Chisel stepped in and greeted Frankie with a big kiss, which Frankie
reciprocated. "Elroy!" Roy turned and bowed. "Yes Master? I have
cleaned the bathroom, finished my lines, and am now finishing up the
walls." Roy seemed to be smirking as he did in class when the
principal would announce that once again as honor student, he'd won
the free tickets to the movies week after week. "Perhaps Master will
allow me to watch the playoffs tonight if I'm finished, sir?"

Chisel smiled. "Oh, what a good boy you are, Elroy! You've gotten so
much done." Roy simpered and Frankie smiled as she continued to
peruese "Elle". Chisel coughed. "I would see no reason for you to miss
the basketball playoffs,but do tell me, Elroy, do you have much regard
for the welfare of your possessions? or your wife?" Roy looked
surprised at Chisel as he said this. "What's that, Sir?" Chisel walked
casually up to Roy and knocked off Roy's Donald Duck beret and grabbed
Roy by the hair, dragging him to the front door. "Look at this."
Chisel inquired of Roy. "It's unlocked. I didn't have to unlock the
door."
Frankie hid a smile listening to Chisel berate Roy for having left the
door unlocked at only four in the afternoon. "Don't you care about
your wife? Or my things?" Chisel screamed at Roy, hauling him back in
the living room. "Take down your pants now, Pig!" Roy fumbled with his
snaps and finally his pants and underpants were around his ankles.
Chisel took his wide leather belt off and threw Roy across the arm of
the couch. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Chisel's arm fell and rose and fell again and Roy's cheeks grew
crimson as his legs kicked. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Finally Chisel turned
Roy around and grabbed Roy's metallic chastity pouch, squeezing it.
"Aaagh" Roy screamed. "Chisel, be careful" Frankie said mildly. "You
could hurt Roy seriously. It's metal, and tight enough around his cock
and balls. Here, why don't you unlock it?" Frankie handed Chisel the
key, and he unlocked Roy's chastity pouch, handing her the keys and
the pouch back. "Time I put this in the dishwasher" Frankie said, as
she took the pouch into the kitchen.

"So what are you so focused on that you can't remember to unlock the
door" demanded Chisel of Roy, squeezing Roy's balls in his meaty hand.
"Is it these pathetic nuts of yours? Is that all you think about,you
little shit-pot?" Chisel squeezed Roy's balls and then transferred the
fingers of his other hand to the tip of Roy's cock, where he squeezed
and pinched as well, and Roy howled unhappily. "You make me sick.
Leaving the door ajar like that is so dangerous, and all you care
about is your disgusting pecker."

THUMP! Chisel kicked Roy in the balls,and he fell down crying, and
coughing, and then Chisel kicked Roy viciously in the side. "Not too
much of that coughing, Elroy" Frankie said, her eyes still on "Elle"
magazine. "The other night when Chisel was giving it to you for
leaving the garbage out for the rats, you coughed all this phlegm on
the carpet and left a stain." Chisel's lip curled and he hauled Roy up
by his collar and slapped him again. "You just can't help fucking up
this house, can you, shithead?"

"P-please, Master Chisel..." Roy blubbered miserably. "I'm trying to
be a good boy...I'll remember about the lock next time." Chisel threw
Roy over his lap, and snapped his fingers to Frankie for the strap,
which he used for the next ten minutes to welt Roy's buttocks, back
and thighs while Roy screamed. "Next time, it's always next time"
Chisel shouted in horrid imitation of Roy's effeminate voice. "Please,
please!" Roy screamed, wriggling out of Chisel's grasp and falling to
the floor, His pants were tangled about his ankles, impeding Roy's
progress as he tried to flee to the bedroom

Suddenly the front door opened and a gorgeous young woman with a
strawberry blonde ponytail piled high over her head strutted in, tight
hot pink top jouncing her perky 36C's. As her boobs pushed up her
shirt, all could see her pierced bellybutton, and tight cut-offs. But
what was most noticeable about this young lady was her high heels,
somewhat inappropriate with her casual attire. Chisel noticed Roy's
hungry look at them.

She threw her books down from her community college Psychology course.
"S'up Mom?" Frankie looked up to greet her daughter Pamela. "Not much,
darling. Chisel is giving your stepfather an understanding of homeland
security."

Pamela grinned and cracked her gum as she watched the sobbing man in
the little-boy's sailor suit cringing, his pants down around his
ankles, in front of the hulking Italian weilding the strap. "Givin' it
to Roy, huh, Chisel? Anything I can do?" Pamela asked politely.

"Yeah...Roy, I'll let you off if you let Pamela spike your dickie the
way my girlfriend Charlene did at that party in senior year." Chisel
said, grinning. Roy hung his head.
Roy lay on the floor, watching Pamela tap her heel and grin at him.
She was quite a minx, his stepdaughter. After Pamela had graduated
from Miss Hall's Preparatory Institute, the boarding school where
she'd lived ten months a year since she was eight, Frankie had asked
Roy if he'd mind if her daughter moved back home to go to school. "And
I want to tell her the nature of our relationship"

Frankie had said firmly, though Roy had not been happy. Pamela had
spent large parts of her school vacations visiting her grandparents or
girlfriends from school, so Roy and Frankie had never really needed to
change too much of their odd life for the girl;but now that she was
living at home, it would have to be explained, and the girl would have
to adjust.

Frankie was quite pleased at how quick Pamela had figured it all
out--she had been quite alarmed to give birth to this child, the
father of whom was a nameless client from her prostitution and exotic
dancing days, but Pamela was bright,funny, and quite beautiful, and
she'd always been able to put Roy under her thumb.She'd ordered him to
buy her all sorts of toys when she was a child, and then in her teens,
Pamela would jump around on Roy's lap, kissing his neck and whispering
in his ear until Roy opened his wallet or handed over the car
keys--and then there was a brand new Miata convertible to drive back
to school with when Pamela turned 16.

In the summers, Roy would take Pamela to the beach and spend nearly an
hour spreading suntan oil all over her body, not even neglecting the
tops of her breasts that bulged out from her bikini tops. Pamela often
would return the favor, rubbing the insides of Roy's shorts, her
delicate nails scraping his cock and balls. Then when Roy would stand
up, his penis would make a little tent in the shorts, and Pamela would
call her girlfriend's attentions to "Poppy Pervert."

And Pamela had always gently belittled Roy, calling him a "big doofus"
and slapping his ass as she walked by him in the kitchen. She often
would sit and watch television with her stepfather, dropping her
fingers in his lap as they were intent on "Law and Order" and
whispering sweet bitchies in his ear.

"If I weren't your stepdaughter wouldn't you like to do me?" Pamela
would kiss Roy's neck as she went on, pulling out her tube top so Roy
could see her honeyed mounds jouncing within. "C'mon Roy...you know
I'm a cutie-pie."

When finally, she'd learned the extent of the relationship between
Frankie, Roy and Chisel, Pamela had taken in stride. She loved Chisel
and enjoyed riding on the back of his Harley, and was often rocked to
hilarity watching Chisel giving it to Roy with his big strap. One day,
though Pamela had come home with a couple of girlfriends and heard Roy
sloshing about in the tub. She'd asked Roy if he wanted her to wash
his back, and the old pervert had said yes quite enthusiastically.

So Pamela, Kiersten and Zoe had gone into the bathroom, startling the
shit out of Roy, and they'd tied his hands with clothesline, and then
washed his back and entire body, and then forced him to stand in the
bathtub so they could shave his cock and balls completely,before
bringing him out into the living room and calling some boys they knew
from the wrong side of town. "Bring your BB guns, Rodrigo."

Pamela had gotten the boys to tie the protesting Roy up naked, hanging
from a tree branch and they'd taken turns shooting BBs at Roy's naked
cock and balls as the prosecuting attorney screamed. "He put Uncle
Pedro in jail" Jose said as he took a vicious shot, bouncing a BB off
Roy's inflamed glans. "Let's give it to the bastard."

After wards, Pamela had forced Roy to suck off Rodrigo, Jose, Manuel
and Luis, and give them each a few bucks for providing such
entertainment. "And if you ever tell Mom or Chisel that I put you
through this, I'll make sure they know that you wanted me to come into
the bathroom and wash your back." Pamela promised.

Another evening when Chisel and Frankie were at a Hells' Angel's
reunion or something, Pamela had invited some of her Negro drug dealer
gang-banger friends over and they had wrecked the house and whipped
Roy's cock and balls, and taken turns giving it to him from behind as
he screamed. Roy cleaned the house frantically before Frankie and
Chisel got back,but it was still stained with some graffitti which
Pamela had insisted that Roy had done...Chisel laughed, as he could
imagine the real culprits,but "took it out of " Roy anyway with a
horsewhip that he'd bought at a leather show on the way home.

Now, Pamela came over to where Roy cowered at Chisel's feet and
flashed her heel in front of him. "You want this on your dick,
Roysie?" Pamela clicked her heel against Roy's chin and he shook his
head,but his cock had never been harder. "Oh, Roy likes this kind of
thing" Chisel said, laughing. "We had a little party with this in high
school."

Roy flushed and the memory came back to him....

"Elroy darling" Mummy looked pointedly at Roy, who was buttoning on a
nice dress shirt. "Are you sure you want to go to this party, dear?
Mummy doesn't like you going out in the evenings, you know. Wouldn't
you like to hold yarn for me?" Roy sighed. Every Saturday night since
Father had left (leaving a note to Mother saying "You are a cunt and
so is our pansy son") Roy had been forced to stand and hold yarn in
his hands while Mother took ropes off of it to roll into a ball for
knitting purposes. Or they'd play Parcheesi or watch public
television.

Although Roy did get together with his Chess Club for tournaments and
of course he was on the Debating Team, and there were sometimes
evening meets, Mummy always accompanied him, and watched adoringly as
Roy competed. She still walked him to school in the mornings
sometimes, and he was a senior in high school! "Yes, Mummy, I'd like
to get out, this is my first school party." Roy said hesitatingly. He
had tried to stay on Mummy's good side all day, he'd polished the
silver and painted Mummy's nails for her, and he'd let Mummy give him
a sponge bath, which he found quite humiliating at eighteen years old,
but what could he tell her?

"Well I don't want lots of parties to affect your grades, dear." Mummy
said to Roy with a gentle smile. But she knew Roy was the best student
in the class, and a National Merit Scholar. Mummy smiled firmly and
breathed in, and her full chest heaved in the black satin dress she
was wearing (she liked to dress up for her baby on a Saturday night)
"Now Elroy, it is now seven-thirty...Mummy wants you back in this
house by ten o'clock, do you understand?"

Roy gasped. Ten o'clock? Jesus, he knew that Crystal's parties really
didn't get started til around eleven-thirty...the Debate Team had
driven by them on the way home on Saturday nights and Roy could often
see the girls in their tight shirts heaving all over the lawn and the
guys feeling them up, and he'd heard the war stories in class on
Monday morning. "Mummy...ten o'clock is awfully early, how about
twelve-thirty?" But Mummy's eyes were adamant. And Roy knew he was
lucky enough that he was getting out at all.

Mummy took Roy by the arm and brought him into the living room and
showed him the cane, Father's Razor Strop the elephant's-tusk
hairbrush and the enema bottle on the coffee table. "Now Elroy" Mummy
said in a no-nonsense voice, "When you tend to act up sometimes I have
to use these things on you, and Mummy doesn't like to do that, so I
want you to be back by ten and not one minute later. If you are late,
Mummy will take down your pants and she will whip your bottom with
every one of these implements, and then you'll get a nice calming
enema, dear." Roy hung his head,but he had assented.

Mummy was very strong with the hairbrush, Roy knew. Roy had not been
allowed to cross the street without Mummy until he was in his
freshman year of high school, and he still remembered when Mummy had
caught him once or twice in the seventh grade sneaking across the
street. She had taken his pants and underpants down right there in the
park and whipped his bottom with a cut tree branch in front of his
laughing playmates. And even the week before she had given him a
whipping over the bathtub because Roy's bed didn't pass "the bounce
test".

Roy had finally gotten out of the house and gone to the party. Once
he'd gotten there, it had been weird and difficult. He hadn't exactly
been invited--he'd overheard Crystal talking to someone else,but no
one was throwing him out, so far. Roy was obediently drinking only a
ginger ale,and avoiding the keg--he wasn't sure what Mother would do
to him if he came home drunk. But then the door had opened and Chisel
and his girlfriend had come in, with their friends, and Chisel had
seen Roy standing by the stereo, and he'd frowned,but said nothing.

And Roy wasn't sure what insanity made him address Chisel,but he
couldn't get over how vulgar Chisel's girlfriend's hair looked. Roy
thought hard about it for a moment...he knew that Chisel wouldn't
bother him if he didn't start anything, but Roy had a mouth! All of a
sudden out it came "So Charlene, what are you trying to do, be a
pathetic imitation of Farrah Fawcett?" Everyone froze. Roy almost
slapped himself in the mouth. How could he do that? All the girls were
trying to imitate the new star of that show "Charlie's Angels" Why
would he pick on the head bully's girlfriend?

Charlene opened her mouth,and then she burst into tears. "It's true,
Chisel! I look like shit! The smart guy says so!" She buried her head
in Chisel's leather jacket, and the bully had caressed her hair. Then
he'd stared at Roy. "What the fuck's wrong with you, creep?" Chisel
had demanded. "Apologize to Charlene NOW." But Roy had snickered at
Chisel...he thought Crystal's father must be here somewhere, and
Chisel wouldn't try anything, would he? "She's a bimbo, Chisel,
she..." And Chisel had come on him.

Chisel's fist had crashed into Roy's jaw, and Roy had fallen down, and
then Chisel had gotten in Roy's face. "You think you're such a big
dick here, don't you, creep?"Chisel had said, as everyone watched.
"Well I'm going to treat you just like Mumbles and I did back in the
woods last summer." Chisel had reached down and unbuckled Roy's pants
and underpants, dragging them down, and then he'd grabbed a belt and
let Roy have it...

Roy had been so upset, and all the girls were laughing and pointing as
Chisel whacked Roy's butt with the belt, and then all of a sudden,
Charlene said coldly. "Look, his dick is hard." Chisel looked down in
astonishment, and it was true, Roy was hard as a rock. "That scumbag
has the hots for you, Chisel." she said, and breathed heavily in her
little fuschia top. Roy was excited by the whipping and the
humiliation,but he was especially excited by Charlene's boobs bouncing
in the fuschia top.

But then he wasn't so excited because Charlene got mad "You little
bastard!" she shrieked "Don't you get a hard-on for my boyfriend!"

With that, Charlene clicked over in her high boot-heels and began
stomping Roy's bare dick onto the floor as he screamed. Crushing
spikes stabbed Roy's swollen glans, and Charlene didn't stop. Suddenly
Charlene's girlfriend Patty came up and began kicking Roy also, and as
he tried to squirm away, Chisel dropped to his knees and held Roy
until the punishment was over...
"Dude, what a wimp!" "Freak!" "Loser!" Roy was completely miserable,
and then a number of the partiers had thrown beer on Roy,which Mother
had refused to believe Roy had not ingested.

Thirty years later, Roy looked at Chisel and Frankie and
Pamela--staring especially at Pamela's heels--and shuddered. The rest
of the evening had been awful. Chisel had locked Roy in the bathroom,
and then he and his pals had gone out and trashed the convertible that
Roy had been awarded by the Jaycees for being "Young American of the
Year".

They'd cut the tires, spraypainted the sides and smashed in the
windows, and when Roy had finally gotten home at one in the morning,
Mummy had whipped him to tears, and given poor Elroy an ice-cold
enema. After seeing the condition of the car, Mummy had insisted that
Roy had been reckless, and had taken the car away and suspended Roy's
license until he'd graduated from law school eight years later. It had
been a terrible experience. And now Pamela was ready to put him
through it again!

"Now let me get this straight" Pamela asked. "He left the door open.
All my stuff, my video equipment, everything's here and Step-Pop left
the door open?" Pamela waved her arms around melodramatically. "And I
could have been raped or something?" Pamela bared her teeth at Elroy.
Staring up at her, at her long legs coming out of the tiny shorts and
her high heels tapping, Roy's dick became longer than before, and a
bit of pre-ejaculate drooled from the tip.

Pamela strode over and dug her heel into Roy's glans slowly. "So you
don't care about us at ALL!" She dug harder and Roy began weeping
silently. He gritted his teeth as the pain grew sharper as the heel
nearly penetrated through Roy's skin of his penis to the floor. Pamela
smiled to herself. This was rather entertaining. At the end of the
semester, Pamela was leaving to take a job on an island where men
were treated this way all the time! It was going to be lots of fun.

Though Pamela had somewhat sensed the dynamics of the relationship
between her mother and stepfather, she'd had her own experiences with
a submissive lover, who had, as Roy had done with her mother,
suggested that Pamela dominate him. "Is it something about me?" Pamela
had asked Frankie, and her mother had laughed "The women in our family
have some kind of an aura, I think...enjoy it, honey."

Despite being well over fifty-five years oldTrevor was certainly an
exciting, attractive and generous lover--he'd met Pamela when she'd
been a part-time secretary in his shipping firm, and he'd immediately
begun taking her out to dinner and buying her jewelry--it was nice!

After the first couple of intense nights together, Pamela had told
Trevor that he was really a generous lover as well---he thought of her
needs first nearly all the time. He spent hours kissing her naked
body, licking her from her chin down her breasts to her toes and back
up again! Sometimes he would massage her for hours with all sorts of
scented oils and it would make her purr in satisfaction.

In the mornings, Trevor would present Pamela with strawberries and
cream or Eggs Benedict just as her eyes opened under the covers, and
then he would lick her to several more orgasms before she had to get
dressed for work. One day Trevor had told Pamela that she didn't have
to be a secretary any more-- "I'd like you to just be my companion."
he'd insisted. "I'll give you the same salary and benefits...just
accompany me places. You can drive the car if you like!"

But after Pamela had told Trevor what a generous lover he was as well
as being such a benefactor, Trevor had showed her his Chastity Ring.
Similar to a Prince Albert, Trevor's penis was pierced, as were his
testicles and there was a way to enjoin the three rings and lock them.
"How come I've never seen these rings before?" Pamela had asked. Sure,
she hadn't paid a lot of attention to Trevor's cock. He'd never
required her to give him a blowjob, and they rarely screwed, as he was
constantly between her legs with his tongue.

"It's been a long time since I met a woman who I felt I could
trust...who would appreciate these rings" Trevor said as he gazed with
worshipful admiration at the beautiful girl who dangled the rings from
her long French nails. "Since my late wife...Gabrielle was wonderful.
She understood how the rings could benefit her and how they benefited
me. When her cancer was diagnosed, Gabrielle wrote a letter that she
said I should give a woman who I thought would understand my needs,
and her potential for happiness. She orderd me not to read the letter
myself, but I have it for you."

Pamela opened the yellowing envelope and, shielding the letter from
Trevor's curious eyes, she read:

"Dear Young Woman,

As you may have surmised by now, my husband can be quite a devoted and
generous lover. Trevor knows how to take care of a lady with his
wallet as well as his tongue. But for maximum effectiveness, it is
best to take control of Trevor's sexual releases. The more bottled up
Trevor is, the more desperate he is to please an enterprising young
lady!

I have found it is best to keep Trevor orgasm-less for five to six
weeks at a time, during which he must pleasure me quite often and buy
me gifts, treating me like the Princess that I am...and trust me, I am
just a poor girl from the Bronx of New York. A bit of teasing, some
stroking of Trevor's manhood helps to gather the energy up that makes
him the devoted slave-man that he has the potential to be.

Only let him release his juices when you feel that you've had a month
or two of real enjoyment...until then make him suffer and serve you
and you have a wonderful boyfriend or husband...I envy you, and wish I
were (still) in your place.

Gabrielle ."
In the next eight months, Pamela had made extreme use of Gabrielle's
letter. Although she did live at home with Roy and Frankie and Chisel,
she spent many nights at Trevor's penthouse apartment. And when she
was away from him, the rings remained interlocking his penis and
scrotum...

"How's that feel?" Pamela asked Trevor teasingly one night. She was
naked and rubbing her body all over Trevor. He also was naked,but his
penis was interlocked with The Rings and so as his cock struggled to
erection, the Rings held it against his swollen testicles. It had been
some time since he'd been allowed to masturbate. Pamela rubbed her
pussy against Trevor's bulging, bowed erection. "I'm so wet, honey."
she moaned kittenishly. "A shame you can't fuck me, isn't it?"
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