Melissa is too extreme, too over the top, too cruel. She has been suspended several times for hurting men. She pays a ton of money to keep her membership. She can afford it and any penalties that come about. I can’t let her hurt Bill. He’s put up with enough already. Besides, there’s always a possibility for us still. He’s been nice to me in the project and when we stayed over. He still hurts; that’s why I know I have a chance. When he stops caring, I have lost him.
I get to the house, and a big man in leather greets me at the door, “Welcome, Mistress Vickie. I am your slave for the evening.”
I look at him like I’m supposed to, “Bring me to your master, NOW!”
Ok, I must admit it, that was fun. I could really get off on abusing people and ordering them around. I smile as I walk into her dungeon. It’s clean with white walls, good lighting, fresh flowers, and every imaginable sex tool, weapon, toy, machine, or furniture is in this place. There are pairs of many pieces. The most noticeable object in the room is a large wood and metal chair that looks like an electric chair. There is a band around his forehead and neck that are padlocked to the high-backed chair.
His arms are wrapped in a thick chain that holds him to the chair. His eyes are closed, his body is relaxed. He looks asleep.
I give an approving nod, “What have you done to him so far?”
She laughs, “It took a hell of a lot of effort to get him naked and in that chair. He is a heavy son of a bitch. My two boys struggled. As you see, his head and neck are mounted to the chair with steel. His arms are chained to steel arms. Nobody has that much strength to get those arms free. Maybe he can burst the neck and head collar, they’re made for an average man, not that monster. As long as he can’t use his arms, we have free reign.
“If he does give me trouble, I have nipple clamps on his nuts and can send electricity to them. No man has withstood that for long.”
For twenty minutes, she describes what awful things she has planned for Bill. She only stops when he wakes up. He isn’t happy at all with his situation, nor that I am here.
Bill says to me, “You dirty used cunt. It appears that I was right about you.”
Melissa hates not being the center of attention; she whips Bill’s shoulders with a bright red flogger.
Melissa screams, “This is MY party, asshole.”
He seems so sad, “What did I ever do to you? Why?”
She has a maniacal laugh, “Because I can. Because women are superior to men. When I break you, it will be my Mona Lisa.”
Bill laughs at her, “There is no way you can break me without killing me.”
Melissa scares even me, “It won’t be the first time that has happened. Because of what you did to my club friend, I invited her over. I thought it fitting that she helps so we can share in your misery and your attention once we break you.”
Bill tries to break free, but the chains are too thick. Oh my, this is bad. The plan was to free him and let him fight for a while until help got there. Once they break into the house, she will know. She will kill him. What the hell am I going to do?
Melissa tells her man, “He needs to learn respect. Soften him up a bit.” The man hits Bill in the stomach. “Continue until I say stop.”
I am freaking out. What do I do? The guy hits him in the face.
Bill was amused before; the smirk is off his face now.
Melissa uses a flogger on his shoulders and tells me, “Grab something and have fun. He’s too strong now. We need to sap his strength.”
To me, I think she’s just pissing him off. She is making a BIG mistake.
I ask Melissa, “Can I have his balls?”
Mistress is evil, “No. He will be fun in bed eventually. I want his child.”
I reply, straining to not cry out, “Well, your alligator nipple clamps are going to shred his balls. Where is your largest dildo? I want to shove it up his ass.”
Mistress Melissa says, “Third drawer in the red cabinet, you will know which one. What a delicious idea. That is going to make him scream.”
I do find the heaviest dildo I have ever seen; it’s a monster. No way this goes anywhere near any orifice I own.
I tell Mistress, “He is anti-gay; he fears cum. He won’t kiss me after I swallow him. I mean, he expects me to swallow his cum; why can’t he taste a trace? I’m going to milk his cock. Can your man keep his mouth open so I can feed it to him?”
Mistress laughs out loud, “OH MY! I love you. That’s an awesome idea. So many men are like that. They EXPECT us to swallow. YES! I want to see that.”
I get in front of Bill and remove the nipple clamps. I then start stroking his balls gently. Bill wisely says nothing, and his mouth is tight-lipped.
Melissa teases him, “We’ll pinch your nose; you have to open up to breathe.”
That guy is working over Bill much worse than I like. Why aren’t they storming the house?
I start a chant, “Come for me. Come for me.”
My hands are stroking his cock.
I continue my chant, “Come for me. Come for me NOW! Come for me. Come for me NOW, dammit!”
I think they finally got the hint; I hear the doors upstairs get bashed in.
Melissa stops to listen. I take that moment to take the huge dildo and crack the guy beating Bill up to the side of the head. He goes down like a sack of potatoes. Now the second guy spins me around and punches me in the gut.
FUCK!!!!!! ARGGGG!!!! I CAN’T BREATHE!
I am on the floor withering in pain. Oh my God, that hurts. I guess this is called getting the wind knocked out of me. Fortunately, this had the desired effect. I assumed that Melissa would hit me. Kill me now, the PAIN!
When I say desired effect, Bill goes ape shit. I mean, he evolved into a weapon and went berserk. He pops the neck and forehead bands as Melissa predicted. He is still chained to the chair arms, just as she expected. However, his rage is so intense, he rips the steel arms off the wood chair. That is thick wood. Whatever binding was holding the two together, it didn’t hold.
Bill now has two free arms and is on his feet. True, his arms are still attached to a leg and arm of the chair, but that didn’t stop him one bit. He punches the second guy hard enough to knock him out with one punch.
Melissa reaches into a cabinet and pulls out a handgun. She aims and shoots at Mike. He has his arms up, deflecting, and sure enough, the first shot hits steel and does nothing. The second shot hits him in his right chest. He takes one step, and both he and Melissa fall to the floor with gunshot wounds.
Bill made me laugh and cry as he went down, saying, “FUCK! They shot me again!”
Agent Cameron shoots Melissa between the eyes; she’s toast. The paramedics are in the basement in seconds and whisk Bill away. There is a pool of blood on the floor. I am just starting to catch my breath. Agent Cameron offers me her hand to stand up.
She says to me, “Agent Johnson is in Florida on vacation. I was nearest and came when you called us. That guy was cute, does he have a girlfriend?”
I sadly answer, “No.”
They take me to the hospital. I am in shock, and they think I’m hurt. Running through my mind is how do I tell Connie and Jane?
Mom finds me first and is thrilled that I’m not hurt. I am so sad for Bill. My lifestyle may kill him. I cry and cry and cry some more on mom’s shoulder. I hear Jane wail somewhere close by. I must tell them.