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 Rendezvous With The Bitch - Chapter Six

   by kinkabella (c)2005

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   [FM+/F; D/s; bondage; humiliation; blackmail]

   "I'm ready to see your slave begin her initiation," one of The Bitch's
guests said.  There was a consensus from the other guests.

   "Sure!" The Bitch smiled.  She then looked up to me and said, "Front and
center, slut!"

   I hobbled a few steps forward and stood in the middle of the semi-circle
arrangement of seated guests.  The Bitch remained sitting in her chair with
one knee crossed over the other while she waited for me to get into
position.

   "Can you two be dears and get the pew please?" The Bitch asked,
directing her request at two of the three other women present.

   They immediately put down their drinks and disappeared somewhere behind
me.  When they returned they placed the 'pew' on the floor in front of me.
It looked a little bit like a wooden church pew designed for one person to
kneel on.  Except, instead of having a prayer rail, its wooden frame rose
up and became a set of stocks with holes for my head and hands.

   On The Bitch's command, the two women helped me down onto my knees and
my neck was locked in place.  They then freed my wrists and elbows and
forced my hands up into the holes either side of my head so they too could
be locked in place.

   "May I?" The Bitch's psychologist-friend asked her permission to remove
my gag.

   "Go right ahead," The Bitch said.

   It was a big relief to finally have the large, vile tasting rubber
cock-gag removed from my mouth.  I was told not to speak unless spoken to,
but I was afraid to say anything anyway.  The psychologist walked around me
and seemed to be considering his words.

   "Imagine you were on one of those reality television programs..."

   I followed the man as best I could with my eyes.  He stopped behind me,
leaned close, and placed his hands gently on the sides of my head.

   "You're in the Big Brother dungeon..."

   He tilted my head up slightly to show me a small camera mounted in the
corner of the room.

   "There's an audience voting on your fate.  They want to see you suck
some cock.  Whose cock do you think they'll want to see you suck first? 
Will it he his?"

   Slowly, the psychologist friend of The Bitch turned my head to face each
of the male guests present.  My thoughts reeled at the bizarre choice he
obviously wanted me to make.  I considered each man in turn and, if I was
honest about it, I had to say 'no' to each until we got to The Bitch's old
neighbor.  My head was held while I thought long and hard about my answer.
I wasn't able to look anywhere else except at the old man.  He grinned a
toothy grin at me and began to unzip his trousers.

   "You think it's him?" the psychologist asked.

   My eyes remained transfixed on the old man's crotch as his cock sprang
free.  It wasn't an especially large cock, but it was fully erect.  The
dark red tip of his cock clearly glistened with early signs of cum he had
ready to unleash.  My head nodded slightly.

   "You do?"

   "Yes..." I whispered.

   "Louder..."

   "Yes.  Him," I said.

   The old man's face beamed with a lecherous smirk when he rose from his
chair and stripped his trousers and underwear off his legs.

   I tried not to think about the sight of him as he approached.  He was
still wearing his shirt and black shoes with short black socks.  His legs
were long and his muscles sinewy and showing the manifest signs of his
agedness.  He walked right up to me and stood with his erect cock poised
close to my lips.

   "Open up," the psychologist said.

   A sudden rush of panic gripped me and I struggled.  I shook my head and
felt an urgent need to beg somebody to help me, but clearly, none were
interested in doing that.

   "Open up," the psychologist said again.

   His voice remained soft and calm.  There was no indication he was trying
to cajole me into obeying and neither did he sound threatening at all.  In
fact, he spoke with the kind of patience that made me fear him all the
more. I still wanted to struggle, but I realized it would be futile as
well.

   "Good," he said in a flat tone when I opened my mouth and accepted the
tip of the old man's cock in my mouth.

   "There's no need to be ashamed," he continued.  "It is your station in
life to give pleasure."

   I tried to glance up at the psychologist to see whether or not he was
joking.  I suspected he wasn't.

   The old man held up the front of his shirt so everybody could watch as
he slowly fucked my face.  Where the gag had tasted of the putrid rubber
compound it was made from, the old man's cock tasted almost sweet.  There
was a distinct and familiar saltiness to it, but the accompanying musky
flavor mixed with my saliva felt strangely cleansing as I swallowed.

   "That's it.  Close your eyes and enjoy yourself," the psychologist.

   I hadn't even been aware my eyes were closed, but I kept them shut and
continued to explore the shape and texture of the old man's cock with my
tongue.

   The psychologist's voice continued to speak softly - hypnotically,
almost.  "Take it slowly.  There's no need to rush," he said.

   It occurred to me that I started to whimper quietly as I sucked.  My
hands felt trapped and useless to assist and so all I had available to
pleasure the old man was my mouth.  He seemed to enjoy fucking my face and
I began to feel the gently bumps of his thighs against the stocks as he
jerked his cock rhythmically into my mouth.

   Every now and then I opened my eyes and glanced over in the direction of
The Bitch.  She remained sitting in her chair, staring at me with a smug
look of satisfaction, like she considered herself to be the embodiment of
The Queen of Sheeba while I kneeled and sucked old Solomon's cock for her
amusement.  A sudden flooding in my mouth caught me by surprise.

   The old man's jism gushed for a few seconds and I nearly choked trying
to swallow it.  I coughed a little bit and some escaped my lips to trickle
down my chin, but most of his thick, slimy jism went down my throat.  I
could physically feel it as it traveled all the way down the inside of my
neck.  The oozing sensation with its warmth slowly settled in my stomach.

   Once the old man's cock was withdrawn from my mouth, I had a few moments
to rinse the inside of my mouth with saliva.  I swallowed hard a number of
times to clear the awful residue of it from my palate and tonsils and then,
another of The Bitch's guests stepped up and waved his cock in readiness to
be sucked.