Category: fiction

Consequences

A ‘turning points’ story.



Darling, can we talk about last night?  About the party?

Yes, I know you had a bit too much to drink.  That’s what I want to talk about.

No, you were fine.  Just a little tipsy.  Not like Mark.  You weren’t being drunk or embarrassing, or anything like that.  I just wanted to talk to you about the game.

The game of ‘consequences’, of course.  Have you forgotten playing?  We did one round, just before the Saxtons went home.

I’ve got all the strips of paper here, you see?  I got them out of the wastepaper bin.  Now – you had a blue pen, didn’t you?

Oh don’t try to pretend darling, yes you did, I know you did.

Right, so let’s have a look, shall we?  Hmm…let me see.  I’ll just unfold them.  That one’s OK, you went first but um…yes!  What about this one?  I’ll read it out.

“President Obama” met “Humphrey the Cat” in “a cattle market in Australia”.  He said to her “There are better cakes in Portsmouth” (that’ll be Mark, of course.  Anyway, doesn’t matter.) She said to him “That’s six of the best with my cane – pull your shorts down!”  And the consequence was “the Bee Gees reformed and released a Garage album.”

You don’t remember which of those was yours?  OK, let’s try another.

“Mr Tickle” met “a strict headmistress, flexing her cane menacingly”, in “Transylvania”.  He said to her – well, it doesn’t really matter, does it?  I do recognise my husband’s handwriting.

Or this.

“Adam Ant” met “Seven of Nine” in “Cardiff”.  He said to her “the flowers that bloom in the spring, trala, have nothing to do with the case”.  She said to him “Because reasons”.  And the consequence was “She put him across her knee, and spanked his naughty bottom until it glowed.”

Honestly, I could have died of embarrassment when we read them all out.  Mark whispered to Gerry that you should be sent to bed early with a smacked bottom!  And everyone heard him.  Everyone except you, apparently.

If it was just a joke, it was a very silly one.  But perhaps there’s something we need to discuss, is there, darling?  Because if you want me to put you across my knee and spank your naughty bottom until it glows, believe me – you’ve picked a very good day to find out what it feels like!

Temper temper



Oh hi darling!  Locked myself out again!  So annoying – I mean, I knew you’d be coming home late today.

Actually, I’m having a bad day all round.  I lost my temper earlier on, and I’m still on edge.  You see, I went to buy some new boots, and –

– well no, not these boots actually, darling.  That’s the point of the story.  I do wish you wouldn’t interrupt.  You know how cross it makes me. Just listen, will you –


Anyway, I saw this lovely pair of boots – like these ones! – at lunchtime, so I bought them and I thought I’d wear them straight away, but when I got back to the office, what do you think I found?

No, of course you have no idea, darling.  It’s a rhetorical question.

Anyway, I don’t know why I hadn’t seen it before, but I suddenly noticed they were all scuffed, at the side around the top of the keel.  I mean really scuffed – not just marks, but the leather had come up ragged in a few places.  And they’d obviously been like that when I bought them, because all I’d done was walk along the road to the office – it’s only ten minutes, you know, from that little row of shops near St Pauls.

So I went back after work, and I found the shop assistant who’d sold them to me – rather a creepy little guy, actually!  And he was smiling and nodding in that obsequious way they have, you know, and calling me ‘madam’ but then he said he couldn’t change them!  And I said why not, and he said because he couldn’t be sure that the damage hadn’t happened after I’d bought them!

I mean – really!  He was practically accusing me of lying!

Anyway, I just saw red.  You know how I get.  And I was just shouting at him, at the top of my voice… and I grabbed his head and I forced him down, shouting ‘Look!  look there at these boots you sold me!’ and I might have called him all sorts of awful names.  Poor guy – he was really upset.  Started stuttering and breathing hard – honestly, I think he might have been about to cry!

So I took off the boots and I was holding them right in his face, shouting at him.  When he took them his hands were just trembling.

And the store manager came over.  Quite a young lady – younger than him anyway.  Very smart and proper, you know?  And I was telling her all about it and – I feel awful now – but I was saying what a useless sales assistant she had, and she ought to give him the sack and all that sort of thing.  And he was just getting redder and redder in the face, and breathing harder and harder.

And then he ran off!  I mean, I must have just pushed too many of his buttons!  He just started gasping, and he bent half over and just scurried off through some door at the back of the shop.  With the boots!  I don’t think the manageress knew what to say!  She went to go and make some sort of phone call, from the till.

And then a couple of minutes later, he came back.  He seemed to have calmed down a bit, although he was still very red in the face.  And he was panting away, as if he’d just run a mile or something.  Goodness knows what he’d been doing back there!  Maybe he’d been crying.  But anyway, he had a new pair of boots with him!  Just like the others, but not damaged.  And when I said ‘But I thought you said you couldn’t change them’ he muttered something about how he could always pay for them himself, out of his own wages.

Well, I didn’t really think.  I just sat down and I held my hand out for him to give me the boots, but he just kneeled down in front of me and put them on me himself!  And he said ‘Thank you, Madam’ and he held the door open for me, when I left the shop.  I think I must have sacred the living daylights out of him!

Poor guy.  I mean, it’s not really his fault, is it?  I felt awful afterwards, I really did.  I shouldn’t think he’s paid very much, do you?  And it can’t be much fun, selling boots and shoes to stroppy ladies all day, even if they don’t all get angry, and shove their boots in his face and call him names!

Oh dear.  Do you think I should go back and apologise?

Do you think she should?

For old times’ sake 2


Oh hi!  Wow – it’s
really you!  When I saw the email from the agency,
I thought it must be someone else with the same name.  After all this time!
It’s so great to see you again!  Because, you know, I often think I never really thanked you enough
for giving me a chance in your startup. 
I mean, you were like this tech guru?  The big boss!  And I was just an intern!  And now look at me – you know how much I got
for the IPO?  $146m!  It’s kinda crazy. 
What a shame you had to leave the company
over that sexual harassment suit, just before we did the deal with Apple.  I really didn’t want to tell the investigators anything you know – none of the girls did.  I mean, except Julie, obviously.  But, you know, there was this really mean lawyer and I had to sign a thing saying I was committing the crime of perjury if I said anything untrue in my statement, so… you know.  Had to kind of tell them all about it.  But I cried about it that night.  And we didn’t speak to Julie again.
Hmm?  No, she moved away.  Bought like her own island in the Caribbean, or something.  So you needn’t worry about running into her too!

Still, it’s good to see you’re still in work.  And I’m so pleased I can help by being a
client!  Because really, you know, I owe
all of this to you.  I mean, it was your product.  Even if you signed away your rights to it, I expect you still feel some kind of ownership, huh?

So – why don’t you start in the bathroom?  You’ve got all your mops and sponges and
things?  Great.  Well, you get started.  I’m going to play tennis today – I have to go now, actually – but I
think you’re on a ten-hour shift? 
Great.  So we’ll have time to
catch up.

Oh – in the bathroom, we have these granite tiles?  With little gaps between them?  You should use a little wire brush for
those.  There’s one in the utility
closet, if you don’t have one with you.

Oh – yeah, and we only use natural cleaning products?  No chemicals, all through the house.  You have to work a bit harder to get a shine, but we think the planet’s a bit more important!  And if it takes you a bit longer, you get paid more don’t you?

Don’t you?  Oh.  Well, we have to pay the agency by the hour.

Oh.  That’s mean.  OK.  Well, maybe I can give you a little extra, OK?  The agency said not to, but if it’s just a few dollars, I don’t see the harm in it.  If you do a good job!


See you later!

Good news bad news

 

 
 

Now, my dear prisoner, I have good news and bad news.  Which would you like to hear first?

The bad news?  Yes, I suppose that’s a good idea.  Hear that first, to get it over with.

Well, the bad news is that the rest of your life is going to be spent down here, and it is going to be utterly miserable.  Your hands will stay cuffed behind your back like that forever, and the hobble chain between your ankles isn’t going away either.  You won’t be able to stand up, or even crawl, but you should be able slowly to wriggle around, like a maggot, to get across this cold stone floor.  You can scream and shout if you like.  No one will hear you.  Not even me, and there’s no one else for miles around.

There’s more bad news too.  In a moment I’ll be leaving, and I’m going to switch off the light and close the door.  So it’ll be pitch dark down here – you’re now in the last few moments of light that you’ll ever experience.

That’s right – look at me.  This is the last time you’ll ever see anything.  Remember me. 

 

More bad news, I’m afraid.  You’re going to die down here.  But not immediately.  There’s plenty of water and I’ve left some piles of food around.  Some of the food’s fresh, so if you can find it, as you inch around in the dark, I’d eat that first, as otherwise it’s going to start rotting.  But there’s quite a lot of dry food that should be edible for a few months.

But then that’s it.  One day, you’ll be painfully wriggling across the floor in the dark; sniffing and licking wherever you go to try to find more food, and there just won’t be any left.  But of course, you’ll never be sure that you’ve found it all, so you’ll probably keep trying, as you get weaker, hopelessly dragging yourself back and forth trying everywhere in this pitch black cellar, until you starve to death – alone, in the dark, with no one to care.

So that’s the bad news.

The good news?  Oh – erm, yes, now there was some good news.  What was it?  Goodness, it’s completely slipped my mind.  Oh I don’t suppose it matters. Whatever it was, I’m sure it didn’t really concern you anyway.

 

Goodbye. 

The lady in the pictures is Stella van Gent.

Entrées

She began with a soft kiss on the very tip of the dildo, her
moist lips held slightly apart, allowing her tongue lightly to flick across the black
rubber.

And then she took it into her mouth, kneading with her lips and nibbling gently at the
glans.  With little nibbles she inched
her way down to the base, the black rubber gradually disappearing into her
accommodating mouth, before his astonished eyes.  Meeting his gaze, she giggled, fastened
her lips firmly around the base and slowly drew back along the length of the
dildo, which emerged glistening with her spittle.

Then, after a pause for breath, she opened her mouth wide
and bit hard just behind the head.  Her
teeth sank deep into the reluctantly yielding rubber, and when they could go no
further, she shook her head gently to work them loose and, once again, bit deep
and hard.  This time the bite went clean
through and the head came free in her mouth, to be spat out onto the floor.

Her mouth opened wide for a third time, and took in another
inch of what remained of the black rubber – and she bit down again, this time
chewing her way slowly until another ragged chunk came away.  And so on down to the base, biting more and
more off as she went until her amused eyes were level with his horrified gaze,
and nothing but a rough stump remained. 
He fainted clean away in shock.

… to wake up with wrists and ankles firmly bound, the
remains of the dildo gag still in his mouth. 
He tried to lift his head, to look down to where he could feel her
presence between his legs and hear her breathing, but he could see nothing but
the top of her head, lowering down towards his groin.



She began with a soft kiss on the very tip of his cock, her moist lips held slightly apart, allowing her tongue lightly to flick across the skin.
… 
 
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Surprised by JOI


 

“Jerk off instructions”? 
You want me to give you orders on how to masturbate?

Well…
 
OK.

First, I want you to get down on your knees.  Mmmm…that’s right.

Now, do you see that scrubbing brush?  I want you to take hold of it firmly, in your
right hand.  Can you do that for me?

Good boy…  now crawl
out to the patio.  There will be a
bucket.  I want you to fill it with
water, and then I want you – on your knees mind! – to scrub every single paving
stone.  And there’s a wire brush out
there too  -you can use that to scrape
out the moss and dirt in between the paving stones.
Now I want you to really scrub hard.  A nice regular back and forth motion.  Out… and back.  and OUT…and back.  and OUT…and back.  Do you think you can do that for me?


Yes, on your knees the whole time.  I’ll chain your ankles together to make
sure.  If you do it properly, you should
have it done by morning.  Stay out there
and wait for me.

And when I’m awake I’ll come outside…possibly wearing my
silk gown.  Can you imagine that?  Mmmm.

Well then, if I inspect your work, and it’s to my
satisfaction, then I’ll let you beg to pay to be unlocked.

And then, you naughty boy, … if you do all that really, really well…
 
…and if I don’t need any other little jobs done around the house…
 
…and if I’m in a really good mood…

… then I’ll let you quickly play with yourself and
come.  And then I’ll lock you up again
and you can fuck off.

 

Do you want me to repeat any of the instructions?
 
 
 
 
Pictures (which frankly render any actual JOI quite unneccessary) are of the wonderful Mistress Absolute, from her web site, where she now has a rather large free gallery.

Ex



 
 

Oh darling,
I must tell you about last night!

Well, I was
round at Jill’s for our girls’ night, same as usual, and she put on a snuff
movie.  You know how she’s into that
stuff.  It was called “Death by a
Thousand Cuts” I think. By the same team who made “Spit-roast“.

Anyway –
you’ll never guess who the main character was!

No, silly,
not the woman.  Actually, there were
three of them.  No no – the man, the
victim!

Well, it
was Thomas!  You know – my Thomas!  I recognized him immediately, you know in
that bit at the start they like to do, when they explain that it’s all real and
show the some of the implements, to get them good and terrified.

I can’t
imagine how they got hold of him.  I mean
when you came along and I divorced him, Sally took pity on him and took him in
as her houseboy, do you remember?  And I
know Sally’s a bit strict, but I’m sure she’d never have one of her boys
tortured to death like that.  I suppose
she must have sold him to someone else, and so on until he ended up there –
trapped in a cellar with no way out except an agonizing death!  Poor Thomas, he was quite sweet really.

Oh there’s
one thing I must mention – but I don’t want you to get jealous, OK
darling?  At quite a few points when he
was really terrified, before his throat got so messed up that he couldn’t
really speak any more, in amongst all the pleading and shrieking for mercy, he
called out my name!  Quite
distinctly!  Isn’t that sweet?  After all these years. I was rather touched.

Anyway, I
know you don’t really approve of snuff movies, but you have to see this
one, seeing as you know someone who’s in it!  Jill lent it to me. There’s a few
bits we can fast-forward through if you’re squeamish.

New boy

It’s, erm… Roger isn’t it?

‘Robin!’ Yes of course. Well, Robin, I’m sorry I haven’t
been around much on your first day. Busy, busy. Everyone treating you OK?

Great. Do come to me if anything’s worrying you, OK? My
door’s always open, even to the most junior boy on the team.

Listen, Roger, I want you to know that I’m not one of those
bosses who thinks only women can do the important jobs, OK? I’m very keen to
give boys a chance. Boys can do very well in this company – and they brighten
the place up, too! Anyway, I’m totally opposed to sexism and discrimination in
the workplace, OK? Everybody in the team is worthy of respect for who they are.
Even boys. Especially boys.

So don’t take this the wrong way. But you could maybe dress
a bit more… smartly, hmm? Maybe show yourself off to a bit more advantage. A
nice pair of smart white shorts, for example. Not too baggy – maybe even a size
or too smaller than the trousers you’re wearing. Nice close fit…

Great. I’m sure you’ll get on very well here Roger. Sorry –
I mean Robin, don’t I? Robin. Must remember that.

Now – how about a cup of tea for the boss? Milk and a
sweetener.

Thanks Roger.

Standing room only



 

Oh hey.  Listen, I am
really sorry about this, but as we’re expecting to be quite busy this evening,
we’re gonna need to limit access?

We try to only let the more attractive customers in, you
know?  It’s corporate policy, we’re the
place where the beautiful people go – that kinda thing.

Anyway, your friends can come in, but I’m afraid you don’t
make the grade.

Yeah, I know.  Sorry.

Well… you could go to MacDonalds?  Or if you wanna wait here, we can see if you
get invited to a table?

Yeah, sure.  See – if
a table of women decide you’re attractive enough, they can call you over, and
then you can eat – just like everyone else! 
Pretty neat, huh?

OK, well, sure!  You
just go over there in the corner, honey. 
Where it says “Rejects – male”. 
Under the light there, so everyone can see your face.  And you just stand there, waiting to see if
anyone wants you.

Oh yeah, you’re the only one just now.  But I expect there will be a few more,
too.  There’s always a few unattractive
men like you, hoping to get lucky.

Oh – and if by the time we close, you haven’t been picked,
we’ll give you some leftovers, OK?  So you
won’t go home hungry.

Sure – no problem! 
Don’t worry about telling your friends – I’ll explain it all to them.

Oh – I’m Carly, by the way.

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