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.

Hiram's secretary, Eunice told Hi just before he left to trot down the fourteen flights of stairs..."Your wife told me to tell you to go straight home, please, Mr. Neubauer, she said no stops."

Hiram shook his head. Why  had he hired this bimbonic idiot?

 Michelle had asked Hiram as a favor to give Eunice a job, as she was half-way through a PhD...she was a dyke lover of Eunice's dyke friend Lauren...and she wasn't much of a secretary!

But oh well...On the way out the door, Hiram was slammed into by a rushing mail clerk, and he ended up wetting himself, needing to pee as badly as he did, and he overheard Eunice giggle, the little bitch.

Hi tried the bathroom door on the way out, nothing doing, it was still locked, and had to grit his teeth to hold in his pee as he jogged down the fourteen flights of stairs.

Hi was tempted to stop at the gas station across the street and pee, but he knew that Michelle expected him home by six, and like Mother, she was quite punishing if he disappointed her!

Both Mother and Michelle had both been strict about punctuality.

 Of course Mother had not allowed Hiram to go to school until it was time for college, but she'd been quite aware of when his classes ended, and had given him twenty minutes to get home.

Hi remembered Mother's rage, when Hi had stopped to talk with some male classmates at a local eatery, and had not gotten in til five o'clock.

Yes, Mother had viciously whipped her baby nineteen year old's bare butt with a vacuum cleaner cord until there had been bleeding but then...

"To teach you that you aren't to hang out with the boys, you will put on this Frilly Pink  Baby Dress and stockings and Mary Jane shoes, and do primary ballet exercises in the front yard for an hour!"

Hiram had had to take ballet as a child, and it was ghastly being forced to do straddle stretches--his legs spread apart on each side of his body while sitting, and then doing the plié-bent knees and tendu-pointed toe exercises, while Mother had played Rameu opera-ballets loudly from the open window.

It had attracted quite a crowd!

Michelle's solution to tardiness had been much simpler. If Hiram was more than thirty seconds late, he stripped and stood in front of her with his chest stuck out, and she took a spruce switch from the yard (dampened of course).

Ten strokes on the nipples for the first minute, and an additional stroke for every minute after!

Hi had learned to get home on time!

Now, Hiram found it an irritating ride home, with his pants covered in urine, but finally he got there, and unlocked the door, intending to head straight for the john.

Hiram passed a couple of blue collar types lounging in the living room, who smirked at him, but Hi didn't care...he was focused on getting to the toilet!

But there was Michelle, arms folded in front of the first floor bathroom!

"Sweetie, can you get out of the way, I've got to pee!" Hiram babbled, holding himself. This was getting ridiculous.

Michelle shook her head cheerfully. "No no, Hiram...the bathroom is out of order for you, dearest. Take off your clothes, honey."

Hiram looked at the woman as if she were deranged. "I really have to urinate! If it's broken we call a plumber later but--"

SLAP!! Michelle's hand crashed across Hiram's jaw, and he backed up and a little urine spilled from his penis.

Michelle gritted her teeth. "Didn't I tell you to take off your clothes just now? There's  nothing wrong with the bathroom, Hiram, but you can't use it.

Your bathroom privileges are rescinded. Take off your clothes  NOW."

Hi looked behind him into the living room,where the two blue-collar types were staring at him insolently.

"We have what I suppose you would call company, dear--" Hiram said snidely. "D-do you think--"

Michelle's laugh floated into the living room. "Yes that's right honey. Lizard, Bernie, come in here a moment, won't you?"

"What's the problem, Shelly babe?" The bigger of the two, who was completely bald and did actually have the face of a lizard, ambled in.

Hi surveyed the Lizard with a revolted eye. Oh! A blue jean jacket cut into a vest, framing a disgusting "Guns 'n Roses" T-shirt. Couldn't Michelle make friends at their golf club?

Michelle smiled. "Hiram here won't take off his clothes as I asked him to...he is being a rebel tonight. Could you--"

The Lizard laughed, showing a mouthful of tobacco stained teeth. "What's wrong, boy...can't you strip down like Shelly wants?"

As the Lizard spoke, he casually unbuckled a thick leather belt with a pewter buckle showing a woman's breasts encircled by a serpent.

Hiram tried to look severe, but the situation was quite odd. Normally of course, when Michelle ordered him to disrobe, he did so immediately, being a good submissive...

But he had to pee, and besides, who was this loser? Not to mention Bernie, who was putting out his Marlboro on Mother's antique Provencal Scallop Carved armchair.

WHACK! Suddenly Lizard's belt slapped Hiram's chest.

"Warn't I talkin' to you, boy?" Lizard's voice held menace.

"Sir I will have you in charge for assault!" Hiram's voice rose, but Michelle laughed again.

"Hiram, I've told both Lizard and Bernie what a queer little sissy you are...now strip or else!"

Lizard grinned, and Hi miserably began undressing, folding his clothes neatly on the floor as Mother taught him.

Michelle looked pointedly at Hiram, and he obediently went into the living room, his legs still shaking from the intense need to urinate.

"Damn look at that there thang on his crotch." Lizard said with some interest. Lizard apparently had never seen a chastity device before. Bernie's eyes were vacant, but he smiled as well.

Michelle strolled into the living room. "I know you need to pee, darling, I encouraged Eunice to bring you iced tea all morning long! But withdrawing your other privileges hasn't made you comply with my wishes."

Hi looked upset. It was true, Michelle had been harping on him to take up being a good little fellator. She'd locked him in almost permanent chastity, given him tons of chores, and taken away his already rather meager television privileges.

Hiram had thought sucking those horrible soap dildos til they melted down his throat would appease his wife somewhat, but it hadn't.

Whippings, canings and other punishments had been the order of the past few weeks from Michelle but...

Lizard appeared to be reading Hiram's thoughts.

"So you going to suck some dick, boy? So Momma will let you  piss?"

Lizard flicked the belt at Hi's left hip and Hiram jumped and howled, and Bernie snickered.

Michelle screamed. "You just dropped some pee on my nice Persian rug!" It was true, Hi had leaked a bit when Lizard's belt had whacked him.

Snatching the belt from Lizard, Michelle grabbed Hiram's ear and dragged him to the sofa, pushing  him over the arm.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Lizard's belt hit Hiram's bare buttocks with vigor, the men enjoying Michelle's swaying breasts in her snug tank top as she swung again and again.

Hiram tried hard to hold his urine in as the belt cruelly slashed his tender bottom...oh, this was horrid!

Finally, Michelle threw the belt down and bound the sobbing Hiram's hands behind him, and unlocked his chastity belt. "Now you won't be leaking pee out of it, big boy."

Now Hiram was dancing about, trying to keep from peeing on the Persian rug, with his arms bound behind him, with Michelle triumphant, and the two rednecks laughing their asses off.

"P-please let me urinate, Michelle, darling" pleaded Hiram, tears coming down his cheeks. "I-I can't stand it."

Michelle marched in the kitchen, returning with a wine glass. "I'll give you just a little relief, Hiram...pee just to the top of the glass and stop. If one drop goes onto the carpet, I will whip your balls until you pass out."

Oh Jesus! In the past, Hiram had had to give urine samples to the doctor, and it had been difficult to get just a little into the cup before letting the rest fall in the toilet, but now he had to just...oh, it would be bad!

Michelle's port-tipped fingers held the glass under Hi's cock, and Hi let go, hoping to just let a little piss fall...but---

"STOP STOP HEY!" Michelle screamed as the wineglass almost immediately overfilled. Hiram tried desperately to stop peeing, but oh, God, it was hard...and he made a mess.

Michelle  placed the wine glass on the coffee table. "Lizard, make Hi suck his pee out of the damn carpet, willya?"

The grinning Lizard grabbed Hi by his scalp and dragged the weeping submissive to his knees, forcing his face into the carpet as Hiram sucked miserably at the carpet, wishing he had not drank so much coffee...

"Now, empty the glass!" As soon as Hi got back up, of course he had to drink his vile urine...oh how awful.

And then Michelle went into the bedroom and brought out her deadly
twisted whalebone pistol grip walking stick, with the marvelous steel knob.

"Now for the ball punishment! Bernie, hold his dick up, and Hiram, spread your legs, you little faggot!"

Bernie got up and sidled over to where Hiram was standing, his legs quivering, and pulled his penis up gingerly to his belly button with two fingers.

Now Hiram's testicles were flailing. And quite available!

"P-please, Michelle, don't beat me with the knob, ma'am..." Hi was just terrified. Oh, God that would hurt.

"Spread your legs, dammit! I told you that you'd get your balls punched if you let any pee on the floor.

Oh, pull back the rug, boys, because you just know his pee will let loose again. Hiram, stand on the wood floor."

Michelle took the floor end of the cane, swinging the knob end as if she were in Little League. Bernie grinned, holding up Hi's penis, and Lizard leaned against the mantelpiece

SWING! PUNCH! A perfect shot! Hiram's balls felt as if they were in a crusher, and he fell forward in a near faint, and yes, he peed all over himself.

One week later, Hiram was again on his knees, and still had to pee. Michelle had force-fed him beer, and he was just in the worst state.

Should he suck these men's penises? It might be just a few moments, and not that bad, compared to not being able to urinate, for God's sake.

Last week, Michelle had whipped his buttocks with the twisted whalebone walking stick after taking a few more shots to the testicular area...and Hiram was just miserable.

Hiram had had a horrible seven days, still trying to hold out from becoming Michelle's cocksucking cuck hubby!

Lizard and Bernie, who Michelle wanted Hiram to practice on before having him suck off her "choice" boyfriends, had moved in the house to help with Hiram's training.

Michelle had put a new,rather horrible chastity device onto Hiram! The Little Shop CustodyCrotch (With Catheter) ™, and was it a doozie!

The  CustodyCrotch with Catheter actually prevented Hiram from peeing completely, as well as preventing him from masturbation.

Every morning Hi would troop off to the office with this thing on, and try not to drink too much during the day...gritting his teeth to keep from peeing was just horrible!

Once he got home and stripped in front of Michelle, Lizard and Bernie, he would be forced to write "I am a stubborn little piggie" 500 times.

Then, after some begging Hi would be allowed to take off the CustodyCrotch with Catheter, and peeing into a bucket, which of course Hi would then be required to drink.

Of course the urine would recycle itself and Hi would then have to pee AGAIN, but would not be allowed to until about one a.m., after hours of housework...and back into the bucket!

"Whenever you're ready to suck dick, this will end, honey" Michelle had said kindly.

It had been a rather difficult week!

He would have to man up to this disagreeable chore, as disgusted as he was by the idea of fellatio.

"Michelle dear!" Hiram had called. "I suppose I could do a bit of fellating if that's what you want, but PLEASE let me go to the bathroom."

Michelle chuckled, and Lizard and Bernie grinned...unzipping their pants.

"Darling Hiram" Michelle said tenderly. "It's going to take more than that...you've got a lot of stubbornness to make up for!"

EPILOGUE

From the "Little Shop Newsletter"

"...Mistress Marietta and Lady Orine put on quite a Christmas Party for the Dominas Anonymous group this season! Of particular interest was the Christmas Present for Chaste  Slaves...Tranny Helen, a wig wearing cosmetic floozy, who sucked off seventy slave husbands who all had been sexually chaste for periods ranging from six weeks to eight months!

"It was quite a lot of backed up semen for Little Slutty Helen to drink down, but we're really proud of her!" enthuses Helen's owner, Lady Michelle Neubauer.

And what a party it was!"

THE END