Bonnie had been tested for a full hour and was found to be equal to her task. Roxy praised her saying that she indeed had one of her ten all-time best orgasms by Bonnie but she refused to say which number. Bonnie thanked Mistress Roxy for using and teaching her how best to please a woman. Both pet girls, in turn, thanked Marcel for the unique experience of serving and pleasuring a black man. Marcel gave the girls high marks for enthusiasm and attitude.
He insisted that Roxy and her pets shower first while he allowed Bonnie the privilege of cleaning his cock of cum and saliva with her mouth. She did not hesitate to repeat the act of love she’d demonstrated earlier in the day. The lesbians dressed and left as Marcel and Bonnie showered together. In the shower he embraced her, holding her tightly, telling her how proud she had made him by representing him so well. Bonnie beamed as she accepted his praise.
Back out on the dance floor Bonnie again felt relieved to have that challenge behind her. She no longer had any inhibitions about her brazen nudity as the dancing induced her breasts to bounce and slosh in opposite rhythm to her movements. She was as much a part of the scene as anyone else there that night.
After about thirty or so minutes of dancing, Marcel escorted his pet over to another table and they sat down. There was quite an eclectic bunch sitting at the table not the least of which was a much older exceptionally large man sitting on two chairs side by side, who apparently was the pet of a much younger orange-haired woman, dressed in a black patent leather miniskirt, obviously a Dominatrix, holding his leash. His Mistress even carried her accessory whip to complete her look. Bonnie wondered at this odd combination but felt it was not her place to ask probing questions. She estimated that the man must weigh in the neighborhood of 375 to 400 lbs. at least. He was wearing a black bowtie, a very large cummerbund, a pair of sandals, and nothing else. His overly hairy chest and back only served to make him look even worse. Bonnie noticed that Marcel was engaging the orange-haired Dominatrix in conversation as they both ignored the disgusting fat man. She heard Marcel call her Louise and Bonnie was hoping she would not have to sex it up with the thin orange-haired Femdom. Louise reminded the enormous man to finish his water. He had three glasses before him and was halfway through his third.
Louise and Marcel chuckled at each other’s jokes and comments during their conversation. It was obvious that they too had a long-standing connection of some kind but Bonnie and the weighty pet remained silent. What surprised Bonnie was the fact that two different Femdom women, at different times, dropped by and smiled sweetly at the fat man while asking Louise if he was available tonight. Louise responded saying that she has already obligated him for one session and, depending on how well he does, he may earn a reward to be with others, and for her to check back later. After more time passed, Louise stood and jerked on her pet’s leash saying, “Come on Pig. We don’t have all night.” The corpulent man struggled to stand up, obsequiously saying, “Yes, Mistress.” Bonnie looked down, curious what this big man was packing below that warranted those women’s attention, just out of curiosity. He might as well have been fully dressed. Layers and rolls of fat hung down and completely covered him in front where nothing was visible.
Marcel and Bonnie followed the odd couple down the same corridor as he waddled his way following his keeper’s leash. Every step he took caused his blubber to slosh, shaking and rippling underneath his skin much like a waterbed being jumped upon. Their progress was slow but they ended up in a different room than the one they’d been in before. This very well-lit room was much smaller, containing one queen size bed with a large mirror on the wall at the head of the bed, three chairs, and a shower, but no couches, tables, or any other furniture. The chairs were placed equidistantly, one on either side of the bed and one at the foot. It was obvious that the chair sitters were intended to watch the action taking place on the bed. The four-post bed frame was unusually stout, consisting of four by fours for the posts with heavy-duty eyebolts located at twenty-four-inch intervals. Four by fours also framed the top of the posts, both solidifying the framework, as well as providing many more eyebolts for potential use. On the floor beside the bed was a large basket containing a varied assortment of ropes and chains.
Once the door was closed and locked, Louise and Marcel unhooked the leashes, freeing their pets. Bonnie quickly noticed that just the mere act of making the modest walk into the room caused the large man to sweat profusely. His body glistened, reflecting a wet sheen in the brightly lit room. Bonnie moved away from him and closer to Marcel to avoid the associated smell. Bonnie was becoming extremely nervous now, realizing that Marcel wouldn’t allow the tub of lard to ever touch him, so she was already nearly freaking out inside with revolting thoughts, but trying her best not to show it.
Louise looked over at Marcel and asked, “Are you sure you want to go through with this? It’s not too late to call it off.”
Marcel nodded his head. “I need to know. One way or another, I need to know and I aim to find out right now.”
“Okay. I owe you one so I’ll give you what you want. I just hope it produces the results you’re looking for.”
“So do I, Louise, so do I,” Marcel added.
“Bonnie, I’m sure you know D/s can go both ways. Louise here is a Female Dominant, or Femdom. In BDSM circles she’s called a Dominatrix but she’s not YOUR Mistress, so you will only refer to her respectfully as ma’am at ALL times, no matter how she may speak to you. RESPECTFULLY I said. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Master.” Bonnie blurted.
“And I am giving you explicit orders to listen to all of her instructions and carry them out immediately as if your life depended on it, just like you were doing it for me. Do not hesitate, do not resist, and do not cry. Do what you’re told with vigor and a great attitude and you will be rewarded. Have I made myself completely clear?”
“Yes, Master” she lovingly said. “Carrying out your will is my greatest desire. “I’ll do my best to make you proud, Master.”
“I’m counting on you. There’s more riding on your performance than you know.” He enjoined.
“How about giving me a hand Marcel,” Louise requested.
“Okay Pig, get your lard ass over here now!” Louise barked and the big man lumbered over to where she stood next to the bed as she guided him to back up against the middle of one side of the bed. First, she removed his bowtie and cummerbund, rendering him stark naked. She then rummaged through the basket emerging with two ropes and handed one of them to Marcel. They each tied one end of their rope to an overhead eyebolt about three feet away from the center of the bed, in both directions.
“Alright Pig, throw yourself back on the bed as best you can and raise your legs as high as you can.” She commanded. “Don’t worry, we won’t let you fall and hurt yourself.”