How to Handle Rancho Complete Novel by docmagnus,docmagnus

“She’s mine now. She’s broken. She’ll never be the same again.”

Gary just looked down at this whipped mess that used to just be his wife.

“She needs to finish coming down from this. Don’t worry, it won’t be long. After she’s done crying, and breathing normally again, give her exactly two minutes to lie there, contemplating who she is now. Then clean her up. Remove the belt around her face, take the panties out of her mouth, wipe the tears and snot from her face, and let her blow her nose. The belts around her arms and wrists stay. When you’re done with all that, raise her to her feet and lead her in to your living room to me. I’ll be in my chair. She will be set her down on her knees in front of me. She can be collared and fucked then, which she wants more than anything right now.”

As Gary looked down at the sweaty, beaten animal that used to be his wife, I turned and walked out.

Chapter 4

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.