Page 46 of Miss Elizabeth's Captive

obson has my wrists cuffed, raised high behind my back, and chained to the posts. To ensure that I remain kneeling, my testicle rings are chained to rings at the bottom of the posts. I once again watch as Ms. Hobson disrobes and displays her amazing physique. This time Jamie gallivants about the room. Ms. Hobson stripped him of all clothing and in viewing the young hairless effeminate flesh, Little Sam reacts. I can lower my chin and see his stiffness.

“You’d be interested to know, Sam, that the Defford Industries deal was finally completed. A very lucrative fee for the firm, as well as my bonus, of course. And the financing for the Simpson Trading Co. will fund next week. That one is huge. I’m going to be a very well paid lady thanks to your efforts.”

Those were my deals! I cringe thinking of all my endeavors... years of negotiations, planning, meetings... ending with a substantial bonus... and even worse.., kudos from the Executive Committee... going to the benefit of my tormentress. And I will receive for my labors... a flogging.

“Something a little different tonight, Sam. Miss Elizabeth wants to be entertained.”

Ms. Hobson dons her corset. Jamie assists, dutifully tightening the cords on the side. When finished she drops to her knees and sucks on the penis-like clitoris. Without the Prince’s Wand forcing Jamie’s appendage to be stretched, I believe the size of Ms. Hobson’s massive bud would exceed Jamie’s flaccid penis.

“Such a good little castrate,” Ms. Hobson compliments the blond ingenue.

The pierced tongue slithers between Ms. Hobson’s labia. She parts her feet in welcome.

“My husband learned to be quite the cunnilinguist. I assume you’ve noticed my outsized clitoris. I made him suck for hours before applying the cane he so much desired. I made him earn his relief. When your tongue is properly stretched, Sam. You may want to explore there.”

The throaty laugh. “Enough, Jamie, the harness.”

Jamie prances to one of the cabinets. He returns with a black leather contraption and hooks it to grommets on the front hem of the corset. Straps run between Ms. Hobson’s thighs. Jamie moves to her rear and presumably threads the straps to grommets on the back hem.

“A dildo harness, Sam. The corset serves as an excellent garment for support. It leaves my large muscles unencumbered yet provides for the proper leverage.

“A number ten for this first occasion, Jamie. I would not want to tear the sphincter.”

I wonder if my gulp can be heard. Jamie returns to a cabinet and retrieves an enormous cylinder of black rubber. It is ‘U’ shaped with one end obviously designed to pleasure the feminine portal. Bumps, protrusions and ridges will tantalizingly knead the vaginal walls while the opposite end assaults the male anal opening.

Jamie gently slides the implement under the harness. The business end protrudes through a hole in the front. Ms. Hobson smiles pleasantly as her end glides into her sheath. Jamie moves to her rear and tugs to tighten the straps.

“I have quite the assortment. Each one designed with one end specifically for me, the opposing end designed to wreak havoc. I eventually took my late husband up to a number 16. His resistance to penetration was amazingly pleasurable for me. I think you’ve discovered that yourself, have you not Sam?”

“Yes, he has.”

Miss Elizabeth’s voice answers. She steps to my front, ravishing as always, wearing a white cotton halter and very short white cotton skirt. It appears she is about to play tennis.

“If he hadn’t, he would not have been introduced to Dr. Wilson.”

Both women laugh. Miss Elizabeth sits in the throne-like chair. When her knees part I can see her trimmed pudendum from my kneeling position. She wears no undergarments.

Meanwhile, Jamie has stepped onto the platform and I feel his fingers. He is lubricating my rectum.

“A little recreation for Jamie and me before you’re caned this evening Sam. I wanted Jamie to see that you’re being adequately punished for your transgressions.”

Well, I guess just watching on closed circuit television can lead to undesired aloofness.

“The camera captures the visual aspect very nicely. However, I want not only to see but to hear the anguish and smell the fear as well. And I can always review the videotape later.

“Here, Jamie.”

Having finished his task, the naked ingenue skips to his sitting Mistress. She unlocks the Prince’s Wand. I sense Ms. Hobson on the platform behind me. So many things rushing through my mind. I will be sodomized and my shame will be filmed and forever archived in Miss Elizabeth’s video files of blackmail.

“Spread your feet like a good boy, Sam.”

The giantess kneels behind me. Miss Elizabeth whispers in Jamie’s ear. I feel the tip of the dildo brushing about my gluteal cleft. Large feminine hands embrace my torso. I feel pinching on my nipples. Small metal vises... serrated. Ms. Hobson has one in each palm. She takes her time to ensure she has the tender pink flesh of the areola between the metal teeth.

“Just a little something to ensure your cooperation,” she casually suggests.

They hurt.

“Open for me, Sam. It’s best to ride with the penetration and not resist.”

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