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The
Misadventures of Gwen
Chapters 27
WARNING:
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Chapter
27
A new day always seems to make things look a little brighter. Yesterday doesn’t seem all that bad after all. Maybe Claire was sincere and really meant no harm. It’s so hard for me to distinguish those who are sincere from those who simply use me for their own pleasure.
I find that I’m looking at those around me differently. Time is so short. I have less than a month before the gala event where I will be the guest of honor. I want to be able to cum many times at that event. To do that I need to satisfy anyone I can. I have to make sure not to miss an opportunity when it presents itself.
Today the Marquis wants to see me right after my morning workout. My morning walks are taking a toll on me. I’m so horny by the time that I’m done. The heavy chains attached to my clit and labia keep me in a constant state of arousal. Thank God for the shower that I’m allowed to take after my workout.
This morning Monique and Evelyn were especially attentive, and I was able to make them cum. I think they appreciated my advances as I fingered their pussies and licked them as they bathed me. They didn’t hold back at all when I buried my tongue in their pussies and made them cum. I’m not even dressed yet, and I have four climaxes to my credit. Six more credits and I ear my first opportunity to cum.
My attire today is mint green. The over-the-knee boots are especially striking in that color. Once I am dressed, Michelle styles my long golden blonde hair.
As she combs my hair, I run my hand up and down her inner thigh. She doesn’t object so I become bolder and move my hand further up her thigh and discover she isn’t wearing any panties. Somehow I have the feeling she expected something like this would happen.
When I run my index finger up and down her slit, she spreads her legs further apart to grant me better access. I bury three fingers in her pussy and then bend over and run my tongue all over her hard little clit. We then change positions. She sits down at my changing table, and I get on my knees and go to work on her dripping wet pussy.
She’s one hot little woman as I bring her closer and closer to an orgasm. At the same time my clit is hard and throbbing. Why are all of them allowed to cum so easily, and I have to work so hard to earn the opportunity to cum once.
“Oh yes, Gwen, that feels so good. I never knew being your hair stylist would reap such fringe benefits. You can eat my pussy every day if you want. There’s nothing better than having my pussy eaten out by a slut like you,” Michelle moans as she approaches a climax.
They all think of me as a slut, and they’re right. That’s all I am. All I think about is sex because that’s what he demands of me.
“That’s it suck my clit. I’m so close. I’m going to cum all over your face,” Michelle says as she grabs my hair and grinds her pussy all over my face.
Suddenly she tenses and a loud groan escapes her lips. She shivers as I continue to assault her now sensitive clit.
“Oh God, that was so good. Thank you,” she exclaims as she comes down from her high.
I wipe my face, and Michelle finishes my hair before I’m taken to the Marquis.
The Marquis waits for me in his chambers. He’s talking to John when I enter. I’m surprised to see that’s he’s here again. It’s becoming a bad habit.
“Well, Gwen, you’ve been a busy girl since yesterday. You don’t waste any time, do you?” asks the Marquis as he stands before me.
“No, sir,” I respond.
“Spread your legs wider. Arch your back more. That’s better,” he says as he taps me with his riding crop.
“Since yesterday afternoon, you’ve managed to make five people cum. That’s quite impressive.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“You are definitely slut material. Do you feel like a slut, Gwen?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Yes, I love the lustful look in your eyes. That comes from being denied. I can tell your clit is throbbing and you’re always wet, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And I imagine that since our conversation yesterday regarding your incentive program, you look at anyone you see as just another opportunity. Your little mind is probably just plotting, trying to figure out how you can get your mouth on that pussy or get that cock in your mouth. AM I right, slut?”
“Yes sir,” I whisper with a tear in my eye. He’s right. I’m so transparent.
“Why even your husband John who you detest, you wouldn’t hesitate to deep throat if it would get you one step closer to earning the right to cum.”
He pushes a button on the remote and my bra opens. I wasn’t expecting that this morning. He removes my bra and stares at my breasts.
“Did Claire milk you yesterday afternoon?”
Yes sir, and later last evening and this morning,” I answer.
“Did I ask about any other times that you were milked?”
“No sir.”
“Then don’t volunteer information. Simply answer my question!” he retorts as he smacks the side of my left breast with his riding crop.
“Did anything else happen after Claire milked you?” he asks.
“Yes, sir.”
I don’t like where this questioning is headed.
“Well, what happened?”
“I brought Claire to a climax.”
“You mean that you ate her pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then say it. Call it what it is!”
He smacks the side of my right breast with his riding crop.
“I ate Claire’s pussy until she came all over my face, sir.”
“What else happened, slut?”
“Nothing of any importance, sir,” I respond.
“Nothing of any importance?” he questions as he paces back and forth in front of me.
“No, sir,” I answer, feeling like a trapped rat.
He pushes a button on the remote, and a large 50” plasma monitor mounted on the wall comes to life. There I am sitting on the couch shoving Claire’s large dildo up my pussy.
“Oh my God,” I moan.
“I suppose this is nothing of any importance, slut?” he asks.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I cry.
“You’re sorry!” he says as he smacks my right nipple and then my left.
My large nipples burn in pain from the blows administered by the Marquis.
“Gwen, You’re only sorry that you got caught,” he spits out as he takes my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and squeezes them viciously.
“Aaaaaaaggghhhhh,” I scream out in pain.
“What is the one thing that I demand of you?”
I never expected this. I’m caught off guard. The video continues to play on the big screen as John watches intrigued by what I’m doing to myself.
The Marquis rears back and again lashes out at my breasts.
SMACK! SMACK! SNACK! SMACK!
Four successive blows land upon my abused breasts.
“What do I demand of you?”
“To be a slut,” I answer unsure of what he wants me to say.
“No!”
SMACK! SMACK! SNACK! SMACK!
Four more blows land on my tortured breasts.
“Obedience! First and foremost I demand obedience! You are always to do what I command!”
“I’m sorry, sir,” I cry.
“You’re not sorry. You’re pathetic!” he shouts.
“Why are your hands attached to your sides when you’re unattended?” he asks continuing to pace back and forth in front of me.
“So I don’t touch my pussy, sir!”
“Correct. So you don’t touch your pussy. Why aren’t you allowed to touch your pussy or your breasts or any other part of your body?”
“So I don’t arouse myself,” I cry.
“Correct again. What are you doing on the large screen, slut?”
“I’m putting a dildo in my pussy,” I whisper.
“I can’t here you.”
“I’m putting a dildo in my pussy,” I say louder.
“Is that considered touching your pussy?”
“Yes, sir,” I again begin to cry.
“So you are admitting to being disobedient?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And what do I do to disobedient sluts?”
“You punish them, sir.”
“Yes, I punish them, and you’re damn lucky you’re such a valuable commodity for I’ve done away with others for misdemeanors far less serious than yours.”
“I’m so sorry, sir,” I mumble.
“You’ll be far sorrier before I’m through with you this day. You’ll think twice before you commit another offense against me,” he shouts.
He then grabs my hair and pulls back on it. I’m forced to look straight up at the ceiling.
“John!”
I can hear footsteps and then excruciating pain hits my abdomen. John buries his fist in my stomach, and I fall to my knees and double over in pain. I groan in agony. I begin to wretch, the blow is so hard.
“Get up on your knees and spread your legs wide, slut,” the Marquis orders.
I force myself to obey the Marquis, fearful of what he might do to me.
“I hope I have your attention, and I hope you realize how serious an offense you have committed,” he retorts.
“I’m so sorry, sir. I was just so horny,” I explain still trying to catch my breath.
“There is no justification for disobedience,” he screams.
I’m filled with fear and trepidation as the Marquis continues to pace back and forth in front of me. I’ve never seen him this upset.
“Stand up!” he orders.
I quickly scramble to my feet and assume the position. I don’t want to further rile him. I have the feeling this is going to be a long day.
“What do I demand above all else, Gwen?”
“Obedience, sir,” I quickly answer.
“That is correct. Obedience.”
He continues to pace.
“What are you, Gwen?”
“I am a slut, sir.”
“Yes, but you are an OBEDIENT SLUT! No matter how aroused you become, no matter how much you would like to cum, what should you NEVER do?” he asks as he stands inches from me and then suddenly reaches up and takes my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and begins to apply pressure.
“I should never touch myself without permission,” I respond.
“Correct! NEVER touch yourself without permission,” he says raising his voice while applying more pressure to my nipples. I wince in pain.
“You will no longer be required to wear that waist belt when you are alone. I know EVERYTHING that goes on here at the mansion. Nothing escapes me. Do you understand that, Gwen? Nothing escapes me,” he hisses as he applies even more pressure to my already abused nipples.
“Yes, sir,” I groan, my breasts now aching and sore from the pressure applied to my nipples by the Marquis.
“You will learn self-control. But mark my words, if you are disobedient again, the consequences you will suffer will long be implanted in your memory. Your punishment will be so horrific that it will haunt you during your waking and sleeping hours. Do I make myself clear?” he whispers as still more pressure is applied to my nipples. He’s taking all his anger out on more poor tortured nubs.
“Oh yes, sir,” I wince from the pain shooting through my bloated tits. Tears stream down my face from the unbearable pain.
He then releases my nipples.
“What are you, Gwen?” the Marquis asks.
“I am an obedient slut,” I quickly respond.
“Yes, an OBEDIENT SLUT. I want your thoughts to be preoccupied with only those things sexual. I want you always to be aroused and on the edge. I love the lust filled look in your eyes when you need so desperately to cum. But never touch yourself without permission. That’s what it means to be obedient,” he lectures.
“No sir, I won’t,” I quickly reply, hoping that all will now be forgiven. I still don’t think it’s fair. He wants me constantly horny and aroused but never fulfilled except at his whim.
“You do understand that you will be punished for your transgression?”
Claire instigated the whole thing. She’s the one who coerced me into using the dildo. Why am I the only one suffering the consequences?
“John!”
John steps forward while I am lost in thought, and brings his fist back and buries it in my abdomen once again. Caught off guard, the wind is knocked out of me as I crumbled to the floor in pain.
“Oooooowwwwww,” I groan as I hold my now sore aching stomach. I curl up in the fetal position unable to catch my breath.
“Get up and assume the position,” orders the Marquis with a cruel coldness in his voice.
I struggle to stand, hindered by the extreme pain in my gut. I spread my legs, standing on wobbly legs, hoping I’m able to retain my balance. I breathe heavily, feeling pain with every breath that I take.
“John!” barks the Marquis.
John stands in front of me and begins to slap my breasts with stinging blows, first the right one and then the left one, knocking them into each other. They are bloated and filled with milk which adds to my distress.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The blows continue as the Marquis speaks.
“Maybe that will hold your attention while I speak to you!”
I moan as pain fills my breasts with each successive blow.
“Where was I? Oh yes, your punishment. You do realize that you will be punished?”
“Yes, sir,” I quickly respond.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The abuse of my breasts continues. John changes his tactic by using the back of his hands to smack me on my nipples. God, that hurts. The pain is much more acute. My nipples begin to leak milk.
Oh God no, my clit is throbbing and my pussy is leaking. I’m such a slut. Even this abuse is getting me aroused.
“That’s enough, John. She needs to be milked.”
“Yes sir,” John says as he gets in one last smack. He steps back with a grin on his face. He’s enjoying this too much. I hate the bastard. First he sells me into slavery and now he comes back to add to my misery and distress.
“John, get Dominique,” orders the Marquis.
Who’s Dominique?
John leaves the room and several minutes later a tall black women enters the room. Her presence is imposing. She must be at least six feet tall, extremely slender with long shapely legs and small breasts. Her most outstanding feature is her large sensuous lips. That is the first thing I notice when she enters the room. I would love to have those lips sucking on my clit. This thought gets me even wetter. She is stunning.
“Gwen, this is Dominique. She is taking Claire’s place whose employment has been terminated for obvious reasons. Dominique is a registered nurse who worked in the maternity ward at St. Mary’s Hospital. She is well acquainted with breastfeeding and comes highly recommended.”
“Hello, Gwen,” says Dominique, smiling.
“Hello,” I answer.
“Gwen, Dominique understands that you are under no circumstances to touch yourself without my permission. She also understands that you may service her if time and opportunity permits, and that she may take liberties with you that would increase your arousal. This is a new policy that has been explained to all my employees. I want you as aroused as possible at all times. You’ll also notice that we’re using a new milking machine that is portable, eliminating that large cart used in the past.
“Dominique, do you have any questions before I leave you to get acquainted with Gwen?”
“No, sir, I know what to do,” she responds.
“Yes, well, I’ll leave you to your duties.”
The Marquis leaves.
Dominique stands in front of me smiling.
“I hope we become good friends, Gwen, since we’ll be spending so much time together,” she says as she licks her large sensuous lips.
Her hands with those long slender fingers reach out and lift my breasts. She delicately squeezes and kneads my breast meat. She has an amazing touch that is getting me further aroused. She examines my breasts carefully.
“You must be in pain, honey. You’re breasts are so red,” Dominique says.
“Yes, they are very sensitive,” I answer.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. I love large breasts like these and know how to take care of them, honey,” she says as she lowers her head to my right breast and kisses it. Her lips are like suction cups that move all over my breast soothing my aching flesh. She sucks and kisses purposefully working towards my hard throbbing nipple. I hold my breath in anticipation as her mouth reaches my areola and moves in toward my nipple.
“Aaaagggghhhhhh,” I scream as she bites down hard on my nipple. Oh my God, that was worse than anything John did to me today.
“I’m sorry, honey. I knew you were expecting me to suck gently on your nipple, but I find it doesn’t pay to be too predictable,” she coos as she kisses me on the lips.
Dominique than takes my sore nipple in her mouth and sucks gently. Her lips are so big and it feels so good.
“Now, isn’t that better?”
“Yes, Madam,” I say hesitantly. She really caught me off guard. I don’t know what to think.
“Call me Dom, honey. All my friends do,”
I’m getting so aroused. Her lips are absolutely amazing. She now moves to my other breast again lavishing it with kisses before focusing on my nipple. I cringe expecting her to bite down hard on my throbbing nipple, but she doesn’t. She gently takes it in her mouth and sucks. God, that feels so good. I think I’m going to like having Dom taking care of my breasts.
After driving me absolutely wild with her large, soft, wet lips, she applies the suction cups and the portable machine comes to life. As I’m being milked, she kisses me on the lips. I kiss her back as she buries her tongue in my mouth. At the same time she reaches down and pulls on the chain attached to my clit. I’m so hot. Milking time was never this good.
“Get on your knees, honey, I have a surprise for you,” she says as she backs off slightly.
This is highly unusually since I am still being milked, but I comply.
Dom raises her skirt and exposes her naked pussy. She is clean shaven. Her labia is extremely large with fat outer lips. Her clit is peeking out of its hood, and I can see that she is wet.
“We have about five minutes left if you want to make me cum,” she whispers.
I run my tongue up and down between her labia, tasting her sweet nectar. I then suck on her lips which are large and juicy. I work my way up to her clit and tease it, running my tongue all around it. She pushes forward wanting me to take it in my mouth, but I don’t. I lick my way back down between her lips and seek out her opening. I stiffen my tongue and bury it in her hole.
“God, you’re good, honey. You’ll have me cuming in no time,” she moans as she grabs me by the hair and pulls me further into her cunt.
I dart my tongue in and out of her fuck hole with my cheeks being caressed by her large pussy lips. I then lick my way back up to her now hard throbbing clit. I know what she wants me to do. I know how she wants me to take her clit in my mouth and suck and nibble on it. I know because I have a large throbbing clit that right at this moment would love to have that done to it. I would love to be driven over the edge right now and have a massive climax, but I can’t. I’m not allowed to, but Dom can as I take her clit in my mouth and suck hard. I grate my teeth over her clit and pull on it.
“Oh fuck yes,” she screams as she explodes. My face is drenched in her juices as she spasms in the midst of a climax. I lick and suck, taking in as much of her sweet nectar as I can. I love the way she tastes.
She helps me to stand up and then removes the cups from my breasts.
“Yes, we’re going to get along just fine, Gwen,” she coos as she kisses me on the lips.
The Marquis returns. His timing is always impeccable.
“I take it you took some time to get acquainted, Dominique?” asks the Marquis.
“Yes, we did, sir, and I think we’ve established a very good working relationship,” she answers.
“Would you agree with that, Gwen?” asks the Marquis.
Oh yes, sir, Dom and I got along very well,” I answer.
“Mmmm, that’s good to hear since you will be spending so much time together. Thank you, Dominique. That will be all for now.”
“Yes, sir,” she answers as she picks up the portable milking machine and leaves.
“Well, I was just informed that the Red Hat Society will be having their monthly luncheon here at my estate tomorrow. This is one way I promote good community relations. I participate and support various community organizations – a necessary evil, I’m afraid, but I’m digressing. They need a guest speaker, and I have volunteered you, Gwen.”
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“Yes, a very simple assignment. It will mostly be a question and answer period on breast milk production. You should be able to handle that with no problem.”
“If you say so, sir,” I say with apprehension.
“Believe me you’ll have no problems at all. This is a harmless group of old women who get together once a month for lunch or some other social activity. They are totally harmless,” he assures me.
“Also, I want you to wear this bead bracelet. As you can see, it now has six beads on it because you have earned six credits towards your first climax. Every time you earn a credit, the individual you’ve made cum will give you a bead. This is a simple way for me to keep track of how many credits you’ve earned.”
He placed the bracelet on my wrist. I had to admit that this was an easy way to keep track of my progress.
“Now, we still need to deal with the matter of your punishment!”
I cringe. Haven’t I been punished enough today.
“Since yesterday you’ve earned 6 credits towards your first climax. I could take those away as your punishment,” he says amused.
My face gives away my disappointment.
“But I won’t!”
The Marquis paces back in forth in front of me tapping his palm with his riding crop evidently in deep thought.
I continue to stand in position although my legs are aching, and I’m growing weary. On top of that I’m still highly aroused. Maybe for a punishment he could let me suck on his cock. Or maybe he could eat me out as my punishment. Thank God he can’t read my mind. Maybe he knows everything that goes on in his mansion, but he can’t put a camera in my mind. My thoughts are still my own. I am once again feeling resentful towards him for depriving me the way he does. Just let me be the slut that he’s turned me into. Let me fuck and cum to my heart’s content.
“I think I’ll give you a choice, Gwen. You can either give me back the six beads as your punishment or hang by that chain in the ceiling by your hair for three hours while you think about what it means to be obedient and the consequences of disobedience.”
Damn, haven’t I been punished enough already.
“May I ask a question, sir?”
“Cetainly, Gwen, by all means.”
He appears to be in a better mood this afternoon. Quite a switch from the vile mood he was in this morning.
“Am I not to obey everyone in your household at all times, sir?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Why am I being punished for being obedient to Claire?”
“Did Claire order you to fuck yourself with that dildo?”
“Well, not exactly sir, but that’s what she wanted me to do.”
“Did she order you?”
No, sir.”
“Then, you’re telling me you had a choice?”
“Well, yes sir.”
“And you chose to fuck yourself with that huge black dildo?”
“Yes, sir, but if she never brought it in the first place, none of it would ever have happened.”
“That is true, Gwen, and that’s why Claire’s employment was terminated. Her disobedience wasn’t tolerated either.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You see, Gwen, you got caught in a trap. Claire knew this was in direct violation of the rules I had set up for you. She thought that by allowing you the choice, I would hold her blameless. She was wrong.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you have any other questions?”
No, sir.”
“Then make your choice – the beads or suspension!”
“I would rather be suspended, sir.”
“I thought you would. That’s the slut in you coming out. You mustn’t give up those beads when you’re so close to earning your first opportunity to cum,” he laughs sadistically.
A chain is lowered from the ceiling. In the meantime, Michelle comes in and braids my long golden tresses into a pony tail. Then the base of the pony tail is attached to the chain by means of a clip. The chain is raised until my feet are a good foot off the ground. My scalp bears my full weight. I don’t know if I can go through with this. Maybe I should have given up the beads.
“You will be checked on periodically over the next three hours. Actually that coincides nicely with your next milking. While you are suspended here in the darkness, be sure to contemplate the need to be obedient at all times.”
The Marquis walks over to the door, turns out the light, and leaves. I am left in total darkness with only my thoughts to keep me company. This may prove to be the longest three hours of my life.
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