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“Yes Mistress," he replied.
Frankie let go of him and as he fought through the pain and still tried to think of a way to escape, he removed his clothes a piece at a time and folded them.
When he finished she ordered, “Over in the corner there by the whips are some wrist and ankle cuffs. Put them on and bring the collar to me.”
“Fuck.”
The word was out of his mouth before he even realized it. She was behind him about two feet and the hot lash of the whip was so quick that he had never even felt it coming. He screamed as he moved toward the corner. Shaking, crying and breathing heavily he dug for the cuffs. As he put them on he had a visual of Lucas strapping Reagan to the bed and of himself holding his throbbing cock in his hand as he watched. Even now as he was trying to draw up some sympathy for someone else that wasn’t there, his cock jumped at the vision of her being humiliated. He was glad at least that the dominatrix couldn’t read his mind.
He started back toward her with the collar and she slapped the whip on the floor and snarled, “Crawl bitch.”
With shaky limbs, Aiden dropped down to the cold floor and crawled over to where she stood. When he got there he sat back on his haunches and held the smooth leather collar studded with steel spikes, out to her.
She reached down and pet him with her hand like he was a dog and then she took the collar and strapped it around his neck…almost too tightly. She held out her hand and Frankie laid a long, leather leash in it. She attached that to the collar. Then she started walking toward another door that Aiden knew was a small bathroom. She pulled on his leash which tugged his collar and he was forced to either crawl after her or choke. He crawled like a dog and when she opened the door and turned on the lights he could see himself in the full-length mirror. He had never been so humiliated in his life…or so he thought. He heard a sound to his right and looked over to see Frankie, filming the whole thing.
“What the fuck are you going to do with that video?”
Instead of answering him Frankie looked at the mistress. “You do have a filthy mouth, my pet,” she smirked. “We’ll have to do something about that. But we’ll save that for later. Remember what I said, do not speak without permission. Got it?”
“Yes Mistress,” his voice sounded defeated. He wished that Reagan had stayed. He thought he could apologize to her and she would stop this. But if she wasn’t even here…who knew how far this crazy bitch planned on taking it?
“Do you like the way you look on a leash and on your knees like the dog that you are?” she asked cocking an eyebrow.
“Yes Mistress,” he lied.
“Good, because if you’re going to act like an animal then you should be treated like one. You sold your own sister to the highest bidder. That’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard, and I’ve heard a lot. You have to be punished for that. You understand this is for your own good, right my pet?”
In a shaky voice, he said, “Yes Mistress.”
“Good.”
She took his leash and led him over to what looked like a wooden cross. “Face it and put your arms out.” Aiden did as he was told and she roughly brought up one of his arms and clasped his wrist to a metal cuff attached to the cross. He resisted slightly as she attempted to clasp the other.
That was a mistake.
She beckoned Frankie over and while he nearly pulled Aiden’s arm out of its socket fastening the second cuff, she gave him another lash on the back with the whip. He was trying not to cry out but it hurt so fucking bad. He was shaking and crying and it was so hard not to beg. He felt like a ten-year-old girl. He was terrified. That was when the look of terror Reagan had on her face when she first opened her eyes to Lucas molesting her crossed his mind. He still didn’t feel sorrow, but he did feel nausea now.
He could hear the click of her heels as she paced back and forth behind him while Frankie secured his ankles to the floor. Once Frankie moved away he heard her walk around in front of him. She looked down at his crotch to his still soft cock and smirked. “Open your mouth,” she spat.
As soon as he did she shoved a gag into it like the one she had used on him upstairs. He choked and gagged as she secured it behind his head. The ball kept his mouth from closing and he could feel drool running down his face. He looked up and saw that Frankie was looking amused as he filmed it all.
The mistress then put a blindfold over his eyes and cut his senses further. All he really had then was his hearing and touch. All he wanted to touch was the steering wheel of his Beamer as he got the hell out of there…but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. He hung there listening to her pull something off the wall and braced himself for the first blow.
He heard the click of her heels as she walked toward him and sudden
ly he felt it. It was a splitting kind of pain that traveled from where she’d landed the blow on the cheeks of his ass all the way up to the top of his back. He screamed around the gag. If he could talk he would probably be in all sorts of trouble because, in his head, he was calling her every filthy name in the book. It was at least twenty lashes later when she asked, “Do you understand that you brought this all on yourself?”
He felt on the brink of unconsciousness but he was afraid that if he blacked out she might kill him. He nodded and she said, “Good. By the time we finish here you will understand that greed, arrogance, and perversion are not good qualities, especially in the confines of a family. When I finish with you, you will be ready to apologize to your sister and sincerely tell her what a piece of garbage you are. Do you understand?”
As she talked he could hear something slapping against her palm. It sounded heavier or thicker than the whip. He nodded again, hoping she wouldn’t use whatever it was on him. She got close enough to him then that he could smell her and she reached up and removed his blindfold. What he saw in her hand sent a wave of terror through him, unlike anything he had ever felt before. It looked like a belt, but attached to it in the center was the biggest god damn dildo he had ever seen. It was at least nine or ten inches long and two inches in girth. He was glad for the gag because he would have asked her a question that got him in trouble without it. She took the gag out slowly, letting him see the marks his teeth had left on it as she pulled it away. Then she knelt and unhooked his ankles and said, “Get on your knees and lick my shoes while you thank me for your discipline.”
That beat the hell out of thinking what the dildo was for, so he did what she asked. After she tired of watching him lick the leather and her feet around it, she ordered, “Stand up.”
They both got to their feet and he saw her signal, Frankie. The big guy came and picked him up by the shoulders and carried him over to the sofa.
“Put your stomach against the back of it.”
Aiden complied and suddenly panicked more than he had so far as he felt his ankles being bound. He tried to stand up but Frankie’s beefy hand just kept pushing him back into the couch. Once his ankles were secured Frankie bound his arms and gave him another smile before stepping away. The next thing that filled Aiden’s vision made him scream, and then beg, and grovel, and plead…and then cry.
