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DOMINAS ANONYMOUS PART II
Michelle wondered when Pearl would be arriving. "Aaugh" Hiram said as Michelle ran the hairbrush bristles under his throbbing cockhead. It was quite a picture, poor Hi's buttocks, welted from the business end of the hairbrush, were now resting on Michelle's lap.
Michelle was having a ball torturing his penis with the sharp bristles. Hiram writhed and moved in her lap, lying as he was on the couch...it was a misery.
Michelle scraped the bristles along the frenum--the little sensitive spot just under Hiram's glans, pulling and scraping back and forth as if she were brushing a tiny head of hair, and Hi screamed.
"Oh, please, Miss Michelle, not so hard!" Tears were coming out of his eyes, but he couldn't struggle, his hands were quite snugly cuffed behind him, and his legs were also cuffed together.
Suddenly the door opened, and Melissa, Hi's daughter and Michelle's stepdaughter, walked in. "I'm on my way to the library." Melissa, said and giggled a bit. The sight of her father lying naked on his back on the couch with her stepmother sitting just under his crotch area and torturing him with the hairbrush was funny. Too funny. Melissa giggled wildly.
"God, Michelle, you're really having a ball there...don't rip Daddy's dickie off!" Michelle laughed and spanked Hi's cock hard with the bristle end, and Hi began crying loudly. The humiliation of having his daughter witness this was almost too much to bear.
But Melissa, raised by her mother, had moved in with Hi and Michelle when it had been time to go to college at Northeastern.
Michelle and Hi had tried to keep their unusual lifestyle from Melissa, but one day in the first semester of her sophomore year, the nineteen year old had been stunned to find Michelle whipping Hiram's bare buttocks as he'd been leaning over the bathtub.
Michelle had been worried that Melissa might move out or call the police, but instead the girl had assisted her stepmother in giving her dad a lye enema and since then, Melissa had been quite an asset in domming Daddy.
Now she raised her cell phone and took a picture of the two, and laughed madly. "I'll see you two later...don't give Daddy too hard a time!" The door closed behind her, and Michelle smiled.
"Yes, honey." she said as she raked the hairbrush again across Hi's trembling shaft, "Today you're going to have some help in learning how to be more willing to serve my lovers. Miss Pearl is coming over to teach you to comply."
Hiram looked up at Michelle pleadingly. "Miss Michelle, what do you mean? I'm ugh--willing to serve your lovers. I hate doing it, but I do it as best I can!" Hiram howled as Michelle playfully spanked his balls with the hairbrush.
"I know, dear, but you're not into it, you resist and bite your tongue, and whenever you blow Melvin you always run to the bathroom to spit out the spooge, instead of gratefully swallowing it."
Michelle laughed. "God knows, in the old days, I swallowed enough of yours." Oh, the old days! Hiram had been a manly, intelligent husband with opinions of his own, though of course he would listen to Michelle's.
At that time he would call Michelle on her shit, argue with her as an equal, and they'd actually had a lot of fun together as regular man and wife. But Michelle had sensed that Hiram wanted more, and the first time he'd asked her to spank him she'd done it, hard, with this very hairbrush.
Hiram had cried after it was over, the welts on his bare buttocks a vicious contrast to the white underpants bunched at his knees, but Michelle had seen his huge erection, and she'd understood that her guy needed attention in a different way.
And Michelle had been amazed at her excitement at slashing Hi's butt..she had a lot of anger, apparently!
Within a year, Hi had resigned from his golfing group and the bowling, darts and biking leagues he'd been in with his buddies. Hiram kept in shape by coming home and giving the house a good cleaning, and of course by swaying his body to avoid the cracks from Michelle's whip when he was suspended from the ceiling in their basement dungeon.
The psychology of their relationship had changed more gradually. Michelle had begun to see Hiram as less of a companion, and less of a lover than just a servile man-Friday over a period of two or three years.
They'd gone from making love three or four times a week, to Hiram just servicing Michelle and masturbating afterwards...and then one day he'd shown her his chastity site. The belt had been expensive, but well worth it. Michelle had noticed how much more energetic Hi's tongue could be between her soft thighs, the longer that he was kept sexually frustrated.
It was amazing though, the difference, between the confident, intelligent and athetic man who used to come in the door, kiss Michelle and sit down waiting for a martini.
Contrasting that image with the quiet fellow who walked in the door now, entering his arrival time on a chart kept to encourage punctuality (canings given every Friday depending on how many times he'd gotten in after five-thirty) stripping at the vestibule and kneeling before his wife in the living room..."How may I serve you, Miss Michelle?" And then housework, dinner cooking and oral service began! It was quite a change!
There had been a bit of a fidelity problem with Hiram but of course the chastity belt had made this moot. About a year after Hiram had become Michelle's slave, she'd begun taking lovers, and forcing Hi to wait on them, bringing breakfast in bed, and so on...
But then she'd wanted him to begin servicing them...getting a guy's dick hard so he could fuck Michelle, and this was where he kept making the nasty faces, though he would comply.
Pearl had promised Michelle that she would crush what was left of Hi's heterosexual ego, and make him a happy cocksucker, though not actually gay, as of course, Michelle still wanted to be worshipped.
What Michelle wanted was a man that was so desperate for her affections that he would slobber his mouth all over her boyfriend's dicks, while still hungering for her pussy!
Now, she tossed the hairbrush aside and snapped her fingers. Hi jumped up and stood at attention, his dick sticking out like a flagpole off the United Nations building.
Michelle leaned over to the coffee table and picked up a wooden ruler. WHACK! WHACK! The ruler landed again and again across the base of Hiram's shaft.
WHACK! WHACK! Finally the penis wilted, and Michelle stood up, and went to pick up the chastity belt, locking it securely around Hiram's waist. Michelle pointed to the corner and without a word, Hi went and stood obediently.
Michelle heard the doorbell ring, and she went to answer it. "Hello!" There was Pearl, her silvery blonde hair waving in the wind, and with her was a distinguished older man, and behind them a younger fellow in a chauffer's cap.
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