Description
by Dr. Jane Foxx
Mercedes had a very particular view of the function of the men in her life. They existed only to satisfy her sadistic urges. Eventually, it was too much for her husband, a rich man considerably older than Mercedes. His heart was simply not up to her insatiable demands, but after he died she decided to take his nephew as a substitute. That, of course, was in addition to any other man Mercedes decided was in need of a bit of Femdom correction and punishment.
Published: 9 / 2011
No. words: 30800
Style: BDSM/Bondage – Content: Moderate – Fem Dom – F/M, Sex Slavery / Training, Sado-Masochism (SM)
Early that same evening, Mercedes’ chauffeur arrived at the secluded basement entrance a little earlier than expected, but he only knocked once before the lovely lady opened the door to let him in.
“You’re here, already!” Mercedes smiled in greeting. “I like that. It shows you’re not only punctual but very anxious to see me too.”
“I’ll show you what “anxious” is, Bitch,” Michael answered, in reaching to grasp at the lovely lady’s svelte form. He saw she was wearing a gossamer blouse and white slacks that clung to every curve of her body.
Mercedes, however, slipped away from him, while commenting, “Not so fast, Michael! First, I want to see this huge, physical specimen you were bragging about this afternoon. Sit in the chair behind you, unzip your trousers, and let me see exactly what you think I’ve been missing all my life!”
Eager to get on with the evening’s festivities, an extremely confident Michael Hughes immediately opened the front of his trousers, brandishing his masculinity, which was, indeed, quite large, long, thick, and much more than an average handful for any woman.
Completely enthralled with the lovely lady during that magic moment, the chauffeur sat in the assigned chair to finish the incidental task of completely removing his shoes, socks, trousers, and underwear. It caused a bright-eyed and smiling Mercedes to make a further observation.
“Oooo, you’re right! You’re absolutely HUGE, Michael! Haha! You must be so proud of it!”
The lovely lady made her remarks with an indulgent laugh, before directing Michael Hughes to hand her his trousers. Meanwhile, she added, “Let’s have little drink together before the festivities begin. Won’t that be fun?”
It was in that same moment the chauffeur realized his wrists were suddenly trapped behind two metal restraints installed on each of the chair arms, and his ankles were immobilized, also. What a complete surprise! Michael Hughes found he could not move his arms or legs, and he did not quite understand how the lovely lady had accomplished the feat so quickly – but she had!
“Wha – I can’t move!” the chauffeur stated in a panic. “Why have you done this?”
“Calm yourself, little man,” Mercedes responded. “It’s only a precautionary measure to make sure you don’t try take advantage of the situation.”
“I thought you wanted to have sex with me?” Michael replied.
“I don’t remember saying anything about having sex,” the lovely lady remarked. “You merely indicated you wanted to show me how big you are, and I simply agreed to your wishes.”
“Wha – what are – you do – doing?” a confused Michael managed.
“I’m taking direct control of this situation, you ignoramus!” Mercedes replied. “I’m inspecting what you’re so proud of.”
The lovely lady immediately reached to grasp the remarkable specimen between Michael’s legs. “I’ll bet you’ve managed to please plenty of silly women with THAT awful brute!”
Michael Hughes watched completely helplessly as the lovely lady placed both of her hands on his most prized male possession. Mercedes clamped a punishing grip on him, holding him in a tightening squeeze, twisting it, turning it, and driving him into a very large measure of unwanted discomfort.
The lovely lady’s very personal attack on Michael Hughes was an immense surprise to the chauffeur, and, of course, he immediately growled in shock, while making a useless effort to extricate himself. The continuing pain made Michael Hughes abruptly freeze in position, as if waiting to see what might happen next. He was extremely hesitant to even speak.
“Wha – what are – you do – doing?” Michael asked, again.
“You’re repeating yourself,” Mercedes laughed. “Actually I’m testing your personal endurance to certain pressures. That means I’m greatly enjoying myself by tormenting your body and your frantic mind.”
“Why – why are you doing this?”
“Because I think you’re an arrogant, self-possessed show-off,” Mercedes replied vehemently. “Did you really think I would be interested in being intimate with a disgusting, arrogant person like you? How naive! When you spoke so freely about your magnificent endowments and said all those tawdry things to me AND about my darling husband, it made me want to spend some time punishing you for your inherent foolishness.”
“Let – let me go, and I prom – promise not to bother you again,” Michael Hughes replied in desperation, his face a mask of pain.
“No! That simply won’t do!” Mercedes answered. “I want to make you suffer for a while, and perhaps later I may be persuaded to set you free, but only if I think you’re apologetic and repentant. That might satisfy me, eventually.”
“You can’t keep me here like this!” the chauffeur insisted.
“Why not?” the lovely Mercedes LaGrande asked. “What’s to prevent it? I know from your employment application in my files that you have no living relatives, so I expect there won’t be anyone asking about you even if I should decide to keep you here indefinitely. I’ve discharged the maid on my staff, the woman you were busy humping almost every night. What was her name? Marie Delgado. The silly girl. So, anyway, you can quit your complaining. In the end, you’ll find the more you object to my methods, the longer you’ll be under my direct control. That’s the way it is, so you’d better think about it very CAREFULLY!”
