Tea on Thursday 3

 Several days later, Frankie called me to ask if she could visit her wife. I'd loaned Lady Felicity to a friend of mine, who in turn had sent her to his son's frat party where she was providing the entertainment for a dozen or so horny college students...but I didn't tell Frankie that. Instead I invited her over, and she agreed and appeared at my door, in about an hour.

"I'm afraid I have a new policy regarding dominant women who enter my house," I said to her as I answered the door. She was standing on my doorstep wearing her wifebeater t-shirt, cargo pants and heavy boots. "I'll need to thoroughly strip search you before allowing you into my house."

"You're going to strip search me here, on the sidewalk?" she asked, a bit taken aback at the thought. "With everyone watching?"

"Yes, that's the price you're going to pay, to come inside my house."

"Well alright, get on with it then," she said, leaning her hands against the wall of my house. I live on a quiet street, but the street itself is maybe 25 feet from my front door, and I don't have any shrubs or anything in the front yard, so she was going to be completely exposed. I frisked her thoroughly, squeezing her generous breasts harshly and groping both her ass and cunt very greedily. I then pulled her t-shirt up, and squeezed and manipulated her breasts even more roughly, causing her to grunt. When I gestured for her to take off her boots, she did, and she then stripped off her pants without even asking, pulling down her boxers just after. She then resumed her position leaning against the wall. I leaned in and whispered in her ear:

"I need to do a cavity search, I'm afraid," I said. "I'll start with your pussy, which I'm sure is loose enough for me to fit my whole forearm in...isn't it?" She closed her eyes and groaned, and said "It's not really that loose, I haven't been fisted in years. If you're brutal enough though, we might come to further accommodations." I put on a latex glove, and slide three fingers into her cunt without lube, slowly, as she winced in some pain...the 4th finger went inside soon after, and then my thumb, which soon formed a fist. I began punching upwards into her brutally, and she began to bob up and down on my fist, grunting loudly with each punch. By now a small crowd of my neighbors had gathered, and one of them, a particularly nasty Domme from down the street, said, "Damn Gabriel, I didn't know you could be that brutal! I'm wincing just watching!" I grinned and told her she was welcome to receive the same treatment if she wanted to visit, and she stood looking at me contemplatively. I continued to treat Frankie in this brutal fashion for several more minutes, and then finally removed my fist and stood up. She hadn't climaxed, obviously hadn't enjoyed the treatment at all, but when she got turned around she looked at me with even more respect. I then invited her to bend over the back of the bench on my front porch, which she did.

"I hope you don't mind my inserting the fleshy anal probe, to make certain my cavity search is thorough," and she closed her eyes and nodded, resigned to what I was going to do. She even spread her asscheeks for me, and I unzipped my pants and slid my cock into her asshole, brutally fucking right into her anus without any lube. At this she arched her back and groaned loudly. I fucked her for several minutes, then pulled out of her ass and spun her around. She looked at my face and saw what I wanted, and fell to her knees, taking my cock into her mouth straight from her ass, and sucking on it with considerable abandon, if not much skill. She was after all a Dyke, but it didn't matter...I exploded into her mouth in a few seconds.

After I finished my orgasm, I turned to the crowd and announced that Frankie would be providing the evening's entertainment, if anyone wanted to watch her struggle in my front window, but the live show was over for now. Everyone dispersed, and Frankie and I went inside the house.

"She's not even here, is she?" Frankie asked.

"I'm not going to answer that question until you're showing me proper respect, I'm afraid," I said.

"More abuse? I suppose given the circumstances that it's only to be expected," she responded. "What else do I have to do?"

"First, are you aware of Lady Jessica's principles of negotiation, regarding Dommes and the promises made to them when they're submitting themselves?"

"I'm her Dyke-in-law, of course I know. I practice the same thing with Felicity. The dominant torments the victim with the knowledge that any agreement made will probably be violated by said dominant, while the meat must abide by everything extorted from them...oh, you mean to impose the same policies on me?" she asked, looking at me questioningly. "Well that'll be a pretty new experience for me, but I suppose it's only fair considering what I've done with Felicity. Her mom sold her to me three years ago, and I had to rape her for a month before she agreed to be my bitch."

"You're agreeing to this treatment, knowing that it'll be particularly brutal and unforgiving?" I asked, curious. "I intend to exploit this to the fullest, you know."

"I have no doubt you will, and I accept the challenge of remaining my own woman, at least to an extent," she said. "I repeat, I expect Felicity's not here? If that's the case, why don't we just dispense with the bullshit, and get on with you having your fun at my expense? You have the evening to enjoy making me scream."

"Certainly, though you should know that she's really in the next room, but I'm not going to allow you to see her tonight, just to be sadistic with you," I lied. I figured that the torment would add to her discomfort, and I was right from the look on her face when I said this. "I do however have a date this evening, so I'm going to want to put you in bondage, particularly painful bondage, so that everyone outside can see you suffer, while I'm out enjoying myself. I'm thinking when I return we can perhaps talk about our future relationship, once you've been persuaded a bit. Also, I expect by then someone will have taken your clothing, so it'll be interesting seeing how you get back home, unclothed."

Her eyes widened at this, realizing that I'd left all of her clothes outside my door. After a minute, though, she thought about it and her eyes narrowed. "Do your worst, Gabriel. Let's see how persuasive you can be." With that I led her into the front room, where there was a large picture window. It was shuttered at the moment, so I led her to the center of the room, and made her stand still while I cuffed her ankles to ringbolts in the floor about 18" apart. I then looked at her, and asked, "Tits, cunt, ass, or all three? I'll give you a choice of what's to be tormented."

"Let's go the whole hog, shall we? If you're going to own Felicity for awhile, I'd like to know you'll take proper care of her, and that bitch really needs a sadist to work her over constantly. It's why her mother picked me for her husband," she said, looking at me with curious eyes. I asked her, in turn, "Have you ever had your cuntlips pierced?" She looked at me with widened eyes, and said, "No..."

I made her squat, and took out a tool that pierces flesh and inserts a ring at the same time. The ring simply closes with a simple mechanical locking mechanism, and if you know how you can easily remove it. When she squatted as I desired, I first pierced her left cuntlip with the tool, leaving a ring inserted in it, and then her right lip...each ring's insertion resulted in a very satisfying scream from her. I then tied her hands and elbows behind her back, tightly. By this time she really wasn't enjoying the procedure at all; next I pushed a button, and a shaft emerged from the floor just below her squatting haunches. I attached a 10" buttplug to it, and then pushed the button again, fitting it where it belonged so that she had it fully inserted. Since her cuntlips were attached to the floor by the rings, when the buttplug pushed her ass upwards her instinct was to gradually stand up, but as she did so this stretched her lips. She groaned loudly as she realized the dilemma I'd put her in. I then attached her bound wrists to the shaft going into her ass, and went around in front of her. I bound her tits with thin wire, very tightly, and suspended them from lines leading from the ceiling, tautening them until her tits were stretched upwards.

"What do you think, Frankie, will this put you in a better mood to discuss things, when I return from my date?" I asked her, as she squatted there, suffering, pretty much raised on her tiptoes with her tits tied, her cunt pierced, and her ass penetrated by an enormous buttplug.

"It certainly shows promise. I expect I'll be here when you return, Gabriel," she said, rather calmly.

"If I forget you're here, I suppose I'll be reminded by your screams in the morning, and release you then," I said as I left, opening the shutters on the way out. I've always felt it better to leave them in some trepidation as to what's going to happen, or not happen, next.

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Lady Jessica's car pulled up to my house at 2 minutes to 8. I stepped up to it and got into the back (she of course had a driver, a young slavegirl), and she greeted me warmly.

"I see you're entertaining Frankie tonight," she said, having seen her Dyke-in-law's toment in the front window. "It looks as if she's enjoying herself a great deal," she said drily.

"I hope you're going to enjoy the evening we're embarking on at least as much, if not more," I said, grinning at her wickedly.

"Oh I have no doubt, Gabriel, that I'll 'enjoy' it more than she will," she said confidently. "I've been to Antoine's many times in the past, but always as the slaveowner, never as the victim. I've got some ideas as to how to make this entertaining for you, however, and I expect you'll come up with a refinement or two of your own."

She was dressed this time in a sheer gown, very short though and showing such cleavage that the insides of her aureolae were showing, and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. "I looked you up online, in the Dominant Directory. You understand I don't typically interact with males much...but I wore this because it said you were a tit man. I think I sensed this when we first met; you kept ogling at them and didn't even try to conceal your lust. I do admire that in a dominant, the demanding gaze that won't be denied regardless of the wishes of the bitch being desired.'

We pulled up in front of the restaurant, and got out of the car. The chauffeuse drove the car to the lot on the side of the building, where she'd be hauled out of it, tied hand and foot, and fucked by the parking lot staff until it was time for us to leave. As we entered the restaurant I saw the Maitre'd, who I knew but not well, see the two of us and shake his head. As we approached him he said to us, "I'm sorry, Madame and Monsieur, but tonight we're packed and you don't have a reservation. For you to have a table, you'd have to supply me with a slavegirl who would blow me, and then serve as the evening's entertainment on stage." Lady Jessica looked at me, winked, and then turned to the Maitre'd and said, "Won't I do, Francois?" So saying, she knelt in front of him and unzipped his pants, while he stood shocked, watching her. His cock sprang to attention though, and soon it was inserted into her mouth.

She bobbed her head up and down on his cock, and after maybe 30 seconds he got into the swing of things, and began fucking her face rather brutally, holding onto her ponytail and yanking it rather brutally as he penetrated her mouth. As his cock fully slid into her throat she began to gag and bring up some saliva, but she gamely kept her hands behind her back and let him use her mouth and head as brutally as he wanted, and given where he worked he wasn't gentle. By the time he pulled his cock out of her mouth and spurted cum onto her face, right into her eyes at the first spurt, she was gasping, but didn't protest throughout the procedure. She took a minute to rest, then raised herself to her feet, and he signaled a slavegirl to lead us to a table.

The girl was gorgeous, of course, and seemed to know Lady Jessica, though of course she'd never seen her in such circumstances before. When we approached the table at the front of the restaurant, next to the stage, Lady Jessica stopped and looked at the chair next to the table that was intended for her, and turned to the slavegirl, "What's the meaning of this? I've seen much larger dildoes in this establishment, in fact I think I used a considerably larger one on you three weeks ago. Are you trying to humiliate me by showing me some sort of mercy, or are you trying to curry favor with me? Well I tell you it won't work. This simply won't do. You're going to have to get a much larger dildo for my ass, and then you're going to have to come up with something else, something to show that you understand my submission here tonight is to be merciless." The slavegirl ran away frightened, and Lady Jessica turned to me, smiled ruefully, and said "I suppose I've put myself in a really painful position, but I need to establish that I can take whatever you and the house can dish out."

The slavegirl returned with an enormous dildo, removed the first and cast it aside, and attached the larger one to the chair, retreating fearfully after doing so. Lady Jessica turned towards me, locked eyes with me, and stripped off her dress, revealing that she was nude underneath except for her heels. She then stepped back to the chair, and only briefly turned from me to find the dildo with her hand before locking eyes with me as she sat back and impaled herself on this enormous monster dildo. As it penetrated her ass she had a look of pain on her face, a deep frown, but she smiled at me as she finished the impalement, or at least seemed to finish, However, having seated herself fully, she then proceeded to bring her feet up onto the chair in front of her, so that her knees were essentially under her chin and the dildo had penetrated her even further. She then had the restaurant's staff tie her to the chair, with her hands and elbows bound behind her back and her knees bound as far apart as possible, exposing her cunt to everyone who passed by. She'd arranged for a final touch, apparently, before we arrived: a slavegirl came out pierced her nipples, and hung a sign from them that said "Don't touch, unless you intend to cause pain. Brutality encouraged, come one, come all." One of the slaves then came and inserted a pretty large penis gag into her mouth, making sure she was almost deep-throating it, and buckled it in place. I sat down and ordered a steak and baked potato, salad and a small dessert, and a glass of wine, and watched her suffer. At various points, restaurant patrons came by and slapped her tits, pulled on her nipples, slapped her face, and pinched her cuntlips, twisting them painfully.

When I finished my meal, the restaurant staff had obviously been told it was time to release her. How they knew this I never discovered, but I suppose she'd called ahead and arranged things, just leaving out that it was going to be *her* that was submitting. Anyway, they released her from her bondage, and she arose from the dildo chair and stepped up onto the stage, nude except for the heels.

"How is everyone tonight? I see a lot of my Domme friends here, and more than a few ex-slaves of mine. I suppose you're all eager to see me get my comeuppance?" At this the crowd roared lustily, and I looked around in surprise. Apparently most of the rest of the audience, a mixture of Dommes and slavegirls, was apparently enjoying the show. For the first time I noticed that there weren't really any men in the place other than the wait staff, which was very unusual. It's usually about 50/50, with sometimes a majority of men.

"I've been submitting to a male, for those of you who haven't heard yet," Lady Jessica continued, "and he's here tonight, with me on a date. A few of the slavegirls might know Gabriel Stone from serving him, and I suppose one or two of my fellow Dommes might have heard of him by reputation. He's known as a master of tit torture, and I suspect I'm going to regret agreeing to come here with him tonight, but it's part of what I signed up for when this started. However, I thought tonight we should start out with a different twist, to spice things up a bit. Many of you ladies know that one of my specialties, when humiliating slavegirls, is to inflict an enema on them. Gabriel, if I spill even a drop, you've got yourself an old big-titted bitch victim for a month."

So saying she signaled a slavegirl, who brought an enema rig onto the stage, the enema bag hanging from a stand on wheels. It was pretty large and full, and the enema nozzle was quite long, and inflatable. Lady Jessica bent over a chair, and the slavegirl inserted the nozzle, and then inflated it. Apparently Lady Jessica had arranged this with the restaurant staff too, because she wasn't surprised when the nozzle inflated to an apparently obscene size, and then the water began to flow into her bowels. Eventually she began to moan, but the water didn't stop flowing until her belly had pouched out a bit and she was essentially squatting a bit, like she was 3 or maybe 4 months pregnant. She then turned to me.

"How would you like me posed, Gabriel? I can be positioned in any fashion you'd like."

I smiled at her. "I have a particularly brutal and difficult challenge for you, if you choose to accept it," I said, smiling.

"What's that, Gabriel? Are you going to propose tying me in some particularly difficult position, or something?" she asked, almost smirking.

"No, I'm going to propose not tying you at all. I'd like to make a wager with you. If you win, you get a month off of your service here to me: you only have to serve 11 months. If I win, your service doubles, to two years. The challenge is this: you submit to my tortures without bondage, without protest, without argument, and of course without resistance or struggle. I'm the sole judge, however, of whether you succeed or not. And you can guess that I'll be almost impossible to please."

"Unfair stakes, with you the judge having every reason to rule against me?" She grinned wickedly as she tried to hold in the enema, "That sounds so cruel it's as if I devised it myself. I agree, except that the stakes I think should be changed. Instead of me getting a month off, let it be a week. If you win, you get two years, plus you get one month of me, 24/7. I'll certainly have a lot of incentive to make you as happy as possible. In addition, why don't you double the penalty for me spilling anything, and of course you can make me lick up whatever gets out."

"Very well, that seems unfair, and therefore fun for me. I'm going to make another proposal, though. I'm going to wear a ball gag during all of this, and you're going to narrate your own tit torment. Even a crack in your voice will be considered a failure to perform on your part."

"Oh god, that's truly sadistic and wicked. Again, I wish I'd thought of that years ago. Very well, Sir, carry on."

I got up on the stage, donned the ball gag, and gestured for her to sit down in a chair with the back in front of her, her legs spread and those enormous tits hanging over the chair's back. I then gestured for her to put her hands behind her back and interlock her fingers, and I got a cane down from the rack positioned behind the stage.

"Apparently Gabriel is going to start out brutally, which is what I've come to appreciate with him. He's merciless from the word 'go.'"

I whipped the cane down onto her tits, and she counted the strokes in a relatively calm voice until the welts covered the upper slopes of her tits, right down to the aureolae. A tear dripped from the corner of her left eye, but otherwise she remained unmoved other than that. The count finally stopped at twenty. I watched the tear as it ran down her cheek, and then dropped from her face.

I then obtained a breast press, similar to the one I'd seen her daughter inflict on her just a week ago (actually a bit less) and fitted it across her torso, pushing her now-welted tits into it, and began closing it. When it was as narrow as last Thursday she obviously expected I would stop, but I got it down another eighth of an inch. By now she was obviously straining not to scream or even moan, and though she succeeded it was obviously taking a toll on her.

"My daughter used a press like this on me last Thursday at Tea, when Gabriel was there. He obviously thinks I enjoy this, but of course I actually hate it, though I admire his cruelty in inflicting it...oh, and he's going to follow up with needles, just as she did. It's very proper to make a bitch pay in every way you can, don't you think, Ladies?"

This time, though, I pushed the needles through her aureolae and then nipples, piercing them repeatedly. At this her head fell back, and her mouth opened in a silent scream, but still she managed to maintain her silence.

"And now he lights a cigar. I expect my nipples are in for a hot time in the old town tonight, girls! When was the last time anyone saw a man this cruel with a lady? I'm in awe of his dominance."

I held the lit cigar to her left nipple, and watched her eyes as she suffered for me. She maintained her composure marvelously, and so I continued to burn her tits for several minutes, finally throwing the cigar aside, and signaled I was done.

Before I could take off the ball gag, though, she said, "I think he's done for the evening, Ladies, but I'd like to make a proposal to him, if he's willing. Before you take off that gag and sentence me to the punishment I'm sure you're going to assign me, somehow, I'd like to express my admiration for your sadism by proposing that you take me home and keep me in your dungeon until the day after tomorrow, just to let me get to know you better."

I nodded to her and removed the gag from my mouth. "You did say that if you dripped anything on the stage, you'd lose the challenge, correct?"

"I did, yes," she said, not understanding.

"You dripped a tear onto the stage while I was caning your tits."

"Oh you rascal, of course you're right, would you like to make me lick up my tear?"

"Yes, I would," I said, picking up the cane at the same time. She hadn't noticed, and when she bent to lick the stage surface I caned her very harshly across the upper thighs, where they meet the asscheeks, known as the "sit spot." The enema came gushing out of her ass because she was unprepared for the cane stroke, and she then orgasmed right there, from the humiliation and pain I imagine.

At this she finally broke down, licking the enema's liquid off of the floor while sobbing openly. When she had finished, she looked at me.

"You've won. I have no limits, and I'm thinking at this point that you're going to keep me as long as you'd like. I seem powerless to stop you or resist you. You can probably rent me out to half the Dommes in this room, maybe more, and exchange my submission to them for their submission to you. Trust me Ladies," this to the crowd, "you should only go down this road if you're prepared to go all the way."

By the time we left the restaurant half an hour later, I had the cards of half a dozen Dommes who wanted to talk with me about trading for Lady Jessica’s services. When we got out to the parking lot, the chauffeuse was released from her bondage, and she slowly donned her uniform, thought it was obvious that the whip marks on her tits ass and pussy were still painful. When we got into the car, I asked Jessica if slaves were allowed to sit on the seats.

‘Of course not,” She replied decisively, “I’ll be on the floor at your feet where I belong. Do your shoes need the attention of my tongue, or would you prefer I serve as your urinal? I’m sure you drank all that beer and water with me in mind.”

So I let her satisfy her thirst as we travelled to my home. When we got there, I immediately noticed that Frankie had fallen into a sort of stupor, half-sleeping. I awakened her, and the three of us had a conversation.

“I just had a wild thought, ladies. Since Lady Jessica here has agreed to be my bitch, indefinitely,” Frankie’s eyes widened at that announcement, in spite of her painful bondage position, “I thought it might be fun if I suggested that Frankie here be your owner and trainer, in return for which she can visit me—with Lady Jessica in tow of course—and entertain me with your screams, both of you.”

Lady Jessica ruefully smiled and agreed that would be hard on her but probably fun for both Frankie and I, while Frankie eagerly agreed to return to my dungeon for training. I also informed her that I was expecting some of Lady Jessica’s friends to show up in the morning, wanting to further degrade and dominate her, and I proposed to bargain with them. I suggested that Frankie might want to go along with the idea and be part of the package with Lady Jessica, to encourage me to be a bit kinder to her…though of course I think she actually was hoping I’d be meaner. In any event she agreed eagerly.