How To Handle The Couple From Rancho Cucamonga – Chap 4 by docmagnus..,
I had just finished giving Rochelle the first belt-whipping of her life. She’d been dreaming of this moment for a long, long time. I don’t know how the reality measured up to the dream, but I do know that she took everything my belt had to offer. I’d told her she needed to be broken to serve me. She’d agreed to it, with her husband (and now handler) Gary holding her safeword. Gary had checked in with her during the whipping, but she didn’t want to safeword out. She wanted the belt, so she got it. Bent over their kitchen island with her panties stuffed in her mouth and a thin belt strapped around her face to keep them in, she was a mess of tears and sweat now. Her wrists and arms were bound behind her with belts, and her ass was as red as I could make it.
As Gary looked down at the sweaty, beaten animal that now passed for his wife, I turned and walked out. I’d given him his instructions. As my servant and Rochelle’s handler, it was up to him to bring her to the next step. I strolled around the corner of their open plan home and plopped a nice big pillow down in front of the high-backed wooden chair I’d chosen for myself in their living room. Then I sat down and sipped from the ice tea Rochelle had served me earlier. It wasn’t so icy anymore, but was still refreshing enough. Then I just listened.
I heard Gary soothing her, and the sound of Rochelle moaning softly. I’d ordered him to clean her up, and assumed those were the sounds I was hearing next. I gave them all the time they needed. There was always a chance that I’d pushed Rochelle (or Gary) too far, and that now they were indeed going to safeword out. But I didn’t think so, not if I was reading Rochelle right. She’d needed to be broken by a man’s belt, and she needed what was coming next.
After about ten minutes, I heard some movement in the kitchen, as if someone was being helped up off an island and out of a kitchen. Then I saw Rochelle come around the corner, with Gary behind, guiding her. Per my instructions to Gary, Rochelle’s face was nice and clean now. He’d wiped the tears and sweat and snot from her face, and wiped down her body too. She’d been pretty sweaty all over. The panties in her mouth were gone. Her arms and wrists were still bound behind her. She was also still in her heels, which necessitated having Gary guide her slowly and carefully. She was completely nude otherwise.
I pointed to the pillow in front of me and motioned down. Gary read my signals well. He guided Rochelle to the pillow and gently pushed. Rochelle settled down on her knees in front of me.
“You’re doing very well as a Handler”, I told Gary.
“Thank you, sir” replied Gary.
I took my keys out of my pocket and handed them to Gary.
“There’s a bag on the passenger seat in my car, Handler.”
Gary took the keys and went out to fetch it. While he did that, I reached out to caress the back of Rochelle’s neck. She leaned into it, welcomed it. There were no words needed. Gary returned not a minute later with the bag from my car. He stood to Rochelle’s side, holding it. While caressing her neck, I reached out with my other hand.
“Let’s start with the collar.”
Gary reached in and handed me brand-new black leather studded dog collar. The receipt from the pet shop was still in the bag. I held the collar up in front of Rochelle’s face.
“This is a dog collar. It’s for animals. It’s not a fancy BDSM collar from a sex shop. It’s just a piece of studded leather made for a dog, bought at a pet shop. There’s an outside chance that the clerk even knew what I was buying it for. This is what a bitch wears when she’s been broken and taken as another man’s property. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir”, Rochelle answered.
“Good. Lean forward like a good bitch. Handler, hold her hair back”
Rochelle and Gary obeyed, and I put the collar around her neck where it belonged and collared her.
“I’m your Master now. That’s what you call me from now on. Handler, the leash.”
Gary fished out a Tory Leather dog leash, purportedly crafted from high quality English bridle leather. Whether that was true, or just an excuse to separate me from $29.95, it sure looked the part. It went well with the collar. I clipped it to her collar and gave it a quick pull to let her know what it felt like. If any naked woman had ever looked like she was born to be collared and leashed, it was Rochelle.
I let go of the leash, got a nice grip on her hair, and reached in with my other hand to take her breast in my hand. As I fondled and squeezed my property, I looked at Gary, still standing there with the bag.
“You can put that last item on the table here, Handler.”
Gary reached in and pulled out a bottle of Back Door anal lube, blanched a little as he looked at it, and set it on the table beside me. Was it the best lube? I had no idea. I just liked the idea of the face Gary would make when he saw it, and he didn’t disappoint me. The idea that I was going to butt-fuck his wife on their living room floor was moving beyond an abstract concept now. I could see him really visualizing it for the first time, with my greased-up cock straining to push into her virgin asshole while my naked body held hers down on their floor. It made him uneasy, even after he’d watched his wife groped, stripped, bound, gagged with her own panties and broken by my belt. Somehow, the idea of her taking it up the ass while I fucked her like an animal until I came inside her put this on a whole other level.
The same applied to Rochelle. I could see it in her eyes. There was a deadness in them from surrendering herself to my belt, and a hunger for my cock in her ass. She wanted something she’d had no idea she’d ever wanted so badly before.
As I continued to handle her breast with my grip in her hair, I shook her Handler out of his reverie.
“I take it there’s a pet shop not far from here, Handler?”
“Um, yes Sir. There’s a Pet Smart or something down on Foothill.”
“Excellent. I’ll be busy with my new property on your floor for a while. She’ll need to hydrate afterwards, and she’ll need something to drink out of. Your services won’t be required for our fucking, so this is a good time to go get her dog dish. I would think the traditional stainless steel should be just fine.”
“Uh, dog dish, Sir?”
“Of course. She’s a collared slave now. She eats and drinks on the floor when I’m here. You can’t expect her to be allowed on the furniture, can you?”
Gary looked at Rochelle. She wasn’t even aware he was in the room. Her eyes were locked on mine, with the hunger in them just increasing. Her breathing was getting heavier too.
“You have your orders, Handler.”
Gary stood there for a moment, as if not believing what he was tasked with now. Then he turned to leave. But he stopped to turn half back around after a few steps.
“Uh, what if they ask me who it’s for?”
“Try telling them it’s for your dog.”
“Oh, right! Ha ha.”
“Oh, and Handler. Take your time to pick out just the right one. No need to hurry back.”
Gary finally made it out the door. Then I could just make out the very faint sound of a Hybrid leaving his driveway.
Ok, you’re wondering why I bought a brand new collar and leash at a pet shop, but didn’t pick up a dog dish? Duhhh. I wanted to give Gary an errand to get rid of him for a while. Who needs an audience when you’re fucking for the first time?
I pulled Rochelle’s leash towards me and kissed her. As I held it firmly, we made out for a bit while I played with her tits. What can I say? It felt absolutely terrific. She moaned a little as our tongues worked overtime. Then I got up while she remained on her knees on her pillow with her back to me. I went to work. They had a decent number of pillows strewn about the living room. The feminine touch. Some of them were pretty big, which was perfect. I threw them all on the floor. Being fucked on them still wouldn’t compare to the comfort of a bed, but I wanted her to know who she was when she wore my collar. She needed to be on the floor when she was fucked in the ass.
Next I undressed, and threw my clothes on the couch. I went back to stand in front of Rochelle. My cock was close enough to eye level for her, and it was getting hard. I held it in front of her mouth and pulled on her leash. She was a good slut. She knew what to do, and opened her mouth for it.
I took a few minutes to enjoy this. I wouldn’t say Rochelle was giving me the best blowjob I’d ever had. I had a feeling she was a little inexperienced, actually. Gary’s cock was probably the only one she’d ever had in her mouth before, and he wasn’t exactly the most demanding lover in the world. But your cock in a woman’s mouth still beats the best day on the golf course by some measure. Rochelle was at least eager and enthusiastic, and plenty worked up by now. If I felt the urge in the future, I was sure I could train her to really suck some cock.
But this was just the warm-up. I pushed her off my cock, went behind her, and removed the belts around her arms and wrists. Then I grabbed the lube, pointed to the pillows, and pulled the leash. As I walked, I led her to the pillows, where I guided her down on all fours. The first thing I did was just savor the moment. I got down on top to mount her body. No penetration yet, just the feeling of enjoying my body against hers. I took in the scent of her hair and reached around to fondle her breasts. Then I reached up to brush her hair back to leave some teeth marks on the back of her neck. I could feel it driving her wild. Her breathing was getting heavy, and strange little moans were coming out of her. My cock rubbed on the crack of her ass while I explored her naked body with my hands. I shifted back a bit to get my cock to drop down and shifted forward again so that my very hard cock rubbed up against Rochelle’s cunt. This really drove her wild, and frankly, it was doing the same thing to me as well. I mean, how could it not?
Ok, it was getting to be time to fuck. I got off, lubed my finger, knelt down beside her, looked her in the eyes, and pushed that lubed finger against her butthole. She blanched a little. This was a new feeling.