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Warning: This story is about non-consensual domination. It is
fiction, but it is erotic - despite or perhaps partly because it
is non-consensual.
Copyright: Victor Bruno.
http://www.mschristine.com/bruno.html
The Governor's Wife
by Victor Bruno
Part Eight
The bathroom was very feminine. All powder pink and
scented; thickly carpeted and softly lit. Frank felt
like an alien in it. He turned on the gilt taps and the
water gushed in. Carefully he adjusted until the
temperature seemed just right. When the bath was
three-quarters full, he turned off the taps and stood
waiting. He was beginning to feel that dangerous
tingling sensation in his loins. It seemed to be
intensified by the burning heat in his buttocks. My God,
how she had belted him! Yet Frank felt an odd twinge of
pride that he had somehow conjured up the strength in
the end to maintain his posture.
"Come in here!"
Frank started. Hettie was already in the bedroom. He
hurried in with thumping heart.
"Y-Your .... bath is r-ready, Ma'am," he said
respectfully, wishing he could tear his eyes and
thoughts away from her seductive womanliness.
"I should hope so," came the reply. "Now you will
undress me."
A hot flush spread through Frank, yet he shivered. How
much .... how often .... he had dreamt of doing just
that! But now, in reality, it terrified him. For the
consequences must be inevitable. All the same, he still
could not deny that the thought of seeing Hettie naked
was like a fever in his brain. Frank gulped as he took a
step forward. Was she leading him on? Into a trap? Was
this going to be the evidence for a rape charge?
"You .... y-you m-mean ...." he began.
"Get on with it!"
Frank's fingers trembled as he began to unbutton the
scarlet blouse. Sweat broke out under his armpits as his
fingers brushed against her warm flesh. The blouse fell
open and Frank carefully removed it. He tried to avert
his gaze from the upstanding breasts in the half cup
brassiere, but simply could not. Hettie's features were
impassive, her eyes hard. Oh the scent of her! Dear God
..... help me .... I can feel it happening already!
Yet how was it possible to stop himself?
The clasp at the back of the brassiere was difficult to
open. His fingers slightly nipped the smooth flesh.
"Careful, you clumsy oaf!"
"I .... I'm s-sorry, Ma'am ...." Oh Dear God, he already
had a half-hard on! The brassiere fell away. Frank
stayed behind Hettie and knelt to unfasten the zip at
the side of the ski pants. That way she wouldn't see
what was happening to him.
Down came the zip. Another clip to undo at the side.
Hettie stood motionless as Frank pulled the pants down
over the swell of her hips. Once over the hips, they
slipped easily down to her ankles. Hettie stepped out of
them and kicked them to one side. Now she was clad only
in the briefest of panties .... of scarlet lace. Not
really a covering but an adornment. A little groan came
from Frank as he felt himself stiffening to full
erection. Oh God, he couldn't be blamed! It was just not
possible for a man .... especially one who had been
deprived for so long .... to keep control! She must know
that surely.
"Hurry up .... take them down .... I haven't got all
day!"
Frank bit his lips as he took hold of the tiny
elasticated waistband and pulled the panties down over
swelling curves ....
Down ....
Right down to the ankles ....
Hettie stepped out of them. There, right before Frank's
avid gaze, was the creamy whiteness of her luscious
bottom. It quivered softly with her movements.
Irresistible ....
Yet having to be resisted ....
This, thought Frank, is a privilege many a man must have
yearned for. For he had been granted it, yet was in
mortal dread!
He watched as Hettie slowly swivelled round. The soft
curvaceous nates were replaced by a curving white belly
which terminated in a neat triangle of dark down,
flanked by two long, smooth thigh columns.
Frank dropped his eyes and hung his head.
Here, indeed, was forbidden fruit within his grasp.
Desire seared through him. The temptation to grasp ....
and maul.... this lushly seductive female flesh was
almost unendurable. He sobbed with the effort to control
his lust and his nails clawed into the pile of the
carpet. This woman was taunting him beyond all normal
limits.
And she must know it ....
"What's the matter with you, weakling?" came the
sneering voice. "Haven't you seen a woman in her
birthday suit before?"
"Y-Yes .... M-Ma'am ...." whispered Frank. He remained
bending forward, so that his tumescence could not be
observed.
"Kneel up .... look at me!" ordered Hettie crisply.
Now there could be no escape! Grinding his teeth, Frank
forced himself erect and looked upon the lovely naked
woman before him. Hands on hips, she was smiling
mockingly .... derisively .... the power of both her
provocative femininity and her sadism simply oozing from
her. Frank felt his stomach turn to water as the smile
suddenly vanished and the eyes went diamond hard.
"What's the meaning of this, you disgusting ape?" came
the query, in a voice to match the eyes.
Frank uttered a little self-pitying moan; his lips
trembled. "I.... I ...." he began.
"Did I not warn you?" rasped Hettie, with the look of a
tigress in her face.
"I .... ahh .... I c-couldn't st-stop ...." Frank almost
whimpered. "I .... I beg p-pardon .... Ma'am ...." His
root felt as rampant .... as big and solid .... as he
could ever remember.
"My God .... It's incredible," sneered Hettie with a
look of revulsion on her features, "you, you worm, can
think of nothing else it seems. You must be sex mad!
You've only to glimpse a woman in the nude ....
something quite natural .... and you become a ravaging
beast ...."
"No .... n-no .... Ma'am .... I ...."
Frank saw stars as Hettie's hand smashed across his face
..... left and right.
"Shut up you!"
Through the stars, and the pain, Frank was still aware
of the lush breasts swinging and bouncing delectably
before him.
"And stand up!"
Trembling inwardly, Frank got to his feet. He had never
felt so vulnerable in his life. He was absolutely in
this woman's power.... and she did not seem to be aware
of normal standards or limits. He felt bigger than ever
now that he was standing, the ramrod of flesh projecting
before him. Never before had he actually felt ashamed of
being in such a potent condition before a woman, but now
he did. It was absurd, but it was a fact. Frank felt
utterly humiliated by the look of contempt in Hettie's
eyes.
"I .... just .... can't help .... it ...." he mumbled
weakly.
Once again the palm smashed across his face. This time
not twice, but four times. Frank's head rang with bells.
"I told you to shut up!" Hettie almost screeched.
Frank clenched his teeth. To his further humiliation, he
felt tears gathering in his eyes. Oh why couldn't he be
more of a man?
And yet .... and yet .... in some ways, at that moment,
he could not have been more of a man! The ironic cruelty
of it filled Frank's cup to the brim with bitter gall.
"It had been my intention," Hettie was saying, "to have
you attend me in my bath. But I'm not having you in
there in that revolting condition. Oh my God, it's
hopeless." Hettie shrugged. "You'll just have to learn
the hard way."
Frank gazed on Hettie with desperate pleading and the
icy finger of dread began to grip his vitals. He knew,
in that moment, with certainty, he was going to be made
to suffer for something for which he could not possibly
be blameworthy. It had all been done.... and would
continue to be done .... for this woman's amusement and
cruel satisfaction. It was inevitable as night following
day. Inescapable. The wanton inhumanity of it was almost
beyond belief. Frank just stood there in wretched
silence. Degraded. Defeated.
"Go and kneel in that corner." Hettie's finger pointed
peremptorily to her right. "Put your nose to the floor
..... and don't move a muscle. I'll deal with you after
I've taken my bath." Hettie turned and Frank watched the
swing and bounce of her superb bottom as she strode from
the bedroom.
He felt sick with longing .... and with dread.
Wearily he stumbled to the corner and knelt in the
humiliating fashion which had been decreed. Even the
thick pile of the carpet seemed filled with Hettie's
scent. That made it even more difficult for Frank to
tear his thoughts away from her. At the same time, he
could hear the faint slosh-slosh of water and heard
Hettie humming to herself. In his mind's eye, Frank
could see those beautiful breasts floating softly on the
water.
It was hardly surprising that his ramrod root showed
little signs of subsidence!
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