Revenge is a Dish best served Cold! ( F/M at first, then F/F )

[LunaDog]

This tale is another continuation of one of [mention]Ak610[/mention] and my role-plays. It features a character that is almost made for Fem-Dom bondage stories, a stepmother. Who ends up seducing her stepson, not that he is unwilling at all and then faces a battle with a rival girl, one of the son’s own age, for his affections. However, the girl in question violently abuses said son, before his step-mum rescues him. As before, this first part is largely a summary of the relevant role play, introducing the characters and how they interact with each other.

REVENGE IS A DISH BEST SERVED COLD

Jayne Collins suddenly stopped the car in a real hurry. For she thought she’d just clocked somebody, a person she had a REAL interest in! Yes, it definitely was HIM. Alex, the boy whom she’d held in her hands, until that real bitch of his stepmother had interfered and rescued him, taking him away from her power. And it looked to her as if he was “living” rough, he’d just entered a rather rickety shed, one almost at the point of total collapse, and with no lock at all on its door. As Jayne licked her own lips, she decided that this could be her chance, her opportunity to reclaim what she fully regarded as “hers,” and she resolved to take it, if not right here and now. For as she observed her prey another fact became clear. That bitch, the one who had thwarted her, was living in the house that was situated next to the patch of waste ground where Alex’s “home” was located. Jayne would need to be clear that “mum,” whose name was Jasmine, wasn’t present when she made any move to recapture the boy. And it was obvious to her that Paul, who was both Alex’s dad and Jasmine’s husband, was nowhere to be seen, clearly something had happened to break this family apart.

It had. And the genesis for this destruction of the happy family “atmosphere,” had taken place fairly recently when Alex, as a young man full of rampart hormones had booked a session with a Professional Dominatrix named the “Laughing Latina.” Who, as I’m sure will come as NO surprise to anybody, just happened to be none other than Jasmine herself. This was a side of her that had pre-existed prior to her marriage to Alex’s father, and neither of the two males had ANY knowledge of whatsoever.

Alex had previously supplied a list of his “desires” to the Laughing Latina when he’d made the booking with her, and so to his embarrassment his step-mum had full knowledge of his, what he thought had been secret, fetishes. And proceeded to subject him to many of these despite his protests, for as she explained he had paid her to be his Mistress, and she was purely fulfilling the “contract” between them. And he began to discover that the actual performance of some of his desires completely exceeded the expectation in the enjoyment stakes.

Alex’s real mother had died some years before, and the boy had never really forgiven his father for what he regarding as “betraying” her memory. And, in a thoroughly stubborn manner, had resolved never to accept Jasmine’s presence within the family home. He’d even moved out, but recently he’d run out of money. Paul, although very rich, had refused to help out financially with rent payments but had willingly allowed his son to return home, hoping that relations between his new wife and his son would improve.

Jasmine was considerably younger than her husband and stunningly sexy, extremely good looking, by ALL accounts. However, to date, she had NEVER betrayed Paul, despite her Dominatrix activities, which were part time, her full-time occupation being working as a nurse. A situation that she did fully intend to continue, she had no desire to have sex with any other male except for her spouse.

And now, having been subjected to Jasmine’s “professional” attentions, which despite himself he HAD enjoyed, Alex felt that he had been presented with an opportunity to embarrass his stepmother in front of his father, and then possibly succeed in destroying their relationship. So, he sent a text message to his dad, detailing many a detail about Jasmine’s hidden “second income.”

However, Paul never received it. Jasmine was extremely “techno” savvy and had altered several of the settings of his ’phone, totally without his knowledge of course! Said text was re-directed to her, so she knew that Alex had broken his promise not to involve his dad.

And the intelligent Jasmine had taken some precautions. While her “customer” had found himself within her bondage, and therefore in several rather compromising situations, his “Mistress” had taken a good few snaps of him thus held, as well as a few short videos too. Having obtained ALL of his social media contacts and friends’ details, she showed the young man her “collection,” threatening him with revealing ALL to said people upon the event of him telling his father anything. A threat that worked, especially when Jasmine worked out that Alex would do ANYTHING to prevent his absolutely sexy young tutor at college, Miss Rooney, from viewing his “dark” secrets! And his teammates of the cricket club that he was a member of. Her blackmail was totally successful, Jasmine had very effectively obtained his silence.

There was another factor present also. From having feelings where he totally despised his sexy stepmother, Alex began to fancy her instead. Especially the dominating part of her personality. For young Alex was born to be submissive in sexual relationships, he constantly dreamed of being under the spell of a powerful and gorgeous woman, and of course he’d come to realise that such a Lady was living within his very own household! That list of fetishes submitted to the “Laughing Latina” was completely genuine, these were his DESIRES, and he now knew that Jasmine could satisfy these lusts. Instead of dreaming about killing her, now he fantasised shagging her, or to be more accurate being shagged BY her, instead! While tied up, completely in her hands and under her control, naturally!

With Paul often away on business the opportunities for the step-mum and her stepson to start to indulge in bondage sex with each other regularly presented itself, and it wasn’t long before both parties succumbed to temptation. Such sex between them was ALWAYS in bondage form, with Alex bound and Jasmine his Mistress. She began to include dressing him in some of HER gear, latex etc. much to the young man’s delight. And the sex was also purely in RAW form, as Jasmine herself told him, “making love,” and gentle caresses and the like were strictly for her husband. She may well have betrayed him and those marriage vows, but she wasn’t prepared to do so in EVERY sense.

Whilst the pair of them thoroughly enjoyed their illicit “affair,” both of them DID feel guilty, neither of them were comfortable in betraying their respective husband or father. And then something happened that seemed to solve all of their problems, an event that appeared to mean that neither would need to turn to the other to fulfil their carnal lusts, Alex met Jayne.

Jayne was basically the same age as Alex, just a few months separated their birth dates, not over twelve years as was in the case of Jasmine and Alex themselves. And she too was stunningly sexy to look at and knew just how to dress to portray that impression fully. No wonder Alex was totally delighted when she approached him and started to “chat him up.” And she didn’t do that with any subtlety at all, her “chat up” line was blunt and straight to the point. “I want to take you home, tie you to my bed, and then shag you ALL night!!” Little did Jayne know it but in Alex’s case she really could NOT have used a better line. He was immediately hooked!

Unfortunately, Jayne’s abilities in the bedroom stakes did not mirror the levels of her physical appearance, she might have been stunning to look at, but it was very much a case of “all the gear, no idea!” Her approach to sex contained as much subtlety as her chatting up, completely and utterly blunt. She had mounted Alex, whom she had tied naked and spread-eagled to her bed, with NO foreplay at all, and simply charged in like a “bull in a China shop!” She was young, enthusiastic and full of energy, and this “full-on” attack did result in Alex reaching climax, although it was more like a simple ejaculation rather than orgasm for him, leaving her well short of reaching such a delightful state for herself.

Just before Jayne had commenced her all-out “assault” Jasmine had rung his ’phone, not so much “checking up” on him as she said he was entitled to stay out all night if he wished, but just so she knew whether to lock the house or not. With the boy bound to Jayne’s bed, it was the girl herself who answered, and switched to video mode, allowing Jasmine to see Alex in her bondage. Jayne fully allowed Alex to talk to his stepmother, and for her part Jasmine was delighted to see him with a girl of his own age, and one that appeared to be able to cater for his “needs.” Before they had indeed come back to Jayne’s abode Alex had confessed to her about being tied up and shagged beforehand by Jasmine, commenting on just how exciting he had found the whole “sexperience!”

But when the attempted sex between him and herself proved to be SO disappointing, instead of looking at herself for an explanation as to just why that had been the case, Jayne squarely blamed Alex himself for the lack of progress, and the small amount of blame that she didn’t apportion to him was directed at Jasmine.

So, she now rang the step-mum, ordering her to immediately report there, believing that she could easily overcome her, and she actually planned to tie Jasmine to her stepson and force them to shag each other in front of her, purely for her own amusement! Things didn’t quite go to plan for her, however. Jasmine was fully trained in self-defence and in the martial arts, and soon it was Jayne helpless and tied up. Once Alex had been released from the bed, Jayne replaced him on it as its bound prisoner.

Then Jasmine shoved a vibrator between her legs, setting it to its lowest activation so it would stimulate her but NEVER enough to bring her relief, and took Alex home. She had planned to return and REALLY punish Jayne, however as the lad had been so traumatised by Jayne’s treatment of him and needed his “mum,” when she did come back, she simply undid one of her captive’s arms, allowing Jayne to release herself, and Jasmine quickly left again to care for Alex back home.

For he had been really shaken up. Jayne had slapped him around his face several times and being SO frustrated had put all of her strength into that act, so he was hurt physically as well as scared emotionally. It took quite some time for Jasmine to calm him down, and reassure him, and naturally, as dad was absent again, they ended up in bed together, with Alex, by his own request, tied to it as usual.

When Paul did return home, he was utterly delighted to see his wife and son now on VERY friendly terms, although of course he didn’t know why. And the three of them began to interact as a family, with both Alex and Jasmine absolutely determined to not spoil things, by making ANY move in front of him. But he did begin to wonder.

So, when he told them of his next business trip, he informed them that he’d be gone for three days. And when he returned a day early, deliberately, he caught them in the act. He immediately ordered Jasmine out of his house; he had insisted on a “pre-nuptial” agreement before marrying her. Thankfully for Jasmine, she still owed a small house, which she had rented out, but fortunately for her there was no sitting tenant at this time.

Alex was devastated by the prospect of Jasmine’s departure, and that night, having been locked in his bedroom by his dad, climbed out of the window. He found Jasmine’s house, but she refused to allow him in, telling him to return home to his dad. And that’s when he noticed that old shed on the patch of waste ground next to his step-mum’s home.

He awoke next morning to find himself under a blanket, with some food and drink next to him. Jasmine, of course. And so, he stayed, washing cars and other odd jobs to earn some money and get by. Until the day that Jayne drove by, clocking him.


And here, Ladies and Gentlemen is where Ak610 and I finished our role-play scenario. We had actually gone a little deeper within it, a plot involving kidnap and ransom, but that was before we bought Jayne into the story, so it isn’t really relevant to her part. What will follow now is her renewed evil torture of what she regards to be hers, Alex. Can Jasmine save the day again?

[Ak610]

This tale is another continuation of one of @Ak610 and my role-plays. It features a character that is almost made for Fem-Dom bondage stories, a stepmother. Who ends up seducing her stepson, not that he is unwilling at all and then faces a battle with a rival girl, one of the son’s own age, for his affections. However, the girl in question violently abuses said son, before his step-mum rescues him. As before, this first part is largely a summary of the relevant role play, introducing the characters and how they interact with each other.

REVENGE IS A DISH BEST SERVED COLD

Jayne Collins suddenly stopped the car in a real hurry. For she thought she’d just clocked somebody, a person she had a REAL interest in! Yes, it definitely was HIM. Alex, the boy whom she’d held in her hands, until that real bitch of his stepmother had interfered and rescued him, taking him away from her power. And it looked to her as if he was “living” rough, he’d just entered a rather rickety shed, one almost at the point of total collapse, and with no lock at all on its door. As Jayne licked her own lips, she decided that this could be her chance, her opportunity to reclaim what she fully regarded as “hers,” and she resolved to take it, if not right here and now. For as she observed her prey another fact became clear. That bitch, the one who had thwarted her, was living in the house that was situated next to the patch of waste ground where Alex’s “home” was located. Jayne would need to be clear that “mum,” whose name was Jasmine, wasn’t present when she made any move to recapture the boy. And it was obvious to her that Paul, who was both Alex’s dad and Jasmine’s husband, was nowhere to be seen, clearly something had happened to break this family apart.

It had. And the genesis for this destruction of the happy family “atmosphere,” had taken place fairly recently when Alex, as a young man full of rampart hormones had booked a session with a Professional Dominatrix named the “Laughing Latina.” Who, as I’m sure will come as NO surprise to anybody, just happened to be none other than Jasmine herself. This was a side of her that had pre-existed prior to her marriage to Alex’s father, and neither of the two males had ANY knowledge of whatsoever.

Alex had previously supplied a list of his “desires” to the Laughing Latina when he’d made the booking with her, and so to his embarrassment his step-mum had full knowledge of his, what he thought had been secret, fetishes. And proceeded to subject him to many of these despite his protests, for as she explained he had paid her to be his Mistress, and she was purely fulfilling the “contract” between them. And he began to discover that the actual performance of some of his desires completely exceeded the expectation in the enjoyment stakes.

Alex’s real mother had died some years before, and the boy had never really forgiven his father for what he regarding as “betraying” her memory. And, in a thoroughly stubborn manner, had resolved never to accept Jasmine’s presence within the family home. He’d even moved out, but recently he’d run out of money. Paul, although very rich, had refused to help out financially with rent payments but had willingly allowed his son to return home, hoping that relations between his new wife and his son would improve.

Jasmine was considerably younger than her husband and stunningly sexy, extremely good looking, by ALL accounts. However, to date, she had NEVER betrayed Paul, despite her Dominatrix activities, which were part time, her full-time occupation being working as a nurse. A situation that she did fully intend to continue, she had no desire to have sex with any other male except for her spouse.

And now, having been subjected to Jasmine’s “professional” attentions, which despite himself he HAD enjoyed, Alex felt that he had been presented with an opportunity to embarrass his stepmother in front of his father, and then possibly succeed in destroying their relationship. So, he sent a text message to his dad, detailing many a detail about Jasmine’s hidden “second income.”

However, Paul never received it. Jasmine was extremely “techno” savvy and had altered several of the settings of his ’phone, totally without his knowledge of course! Said text was re-directed to her, so she knew that Alex had broken his promise not to involve his dad.

And the intelligent Jasmine had taken some precautions. While her “customer” had found himself within her bondage, and therefore in several rather compromising situations, his “Mistress” had taken a good few snaps of him thus held, as well as a few short videos too. Having obtained ALL of his social media contacts and friends’ details, she showed the young man her “collection,” threatening him with revealing ALL to said people upon the event of him telling his father anything. A threat that worked, especially when Jasmine worked out that Alex would do ANYTHING to prevent his absolutely sexy young tutor at college, Miss Rooney, from viewing his “dark” secrets! And his teammates of the cricket club that he was a member of. Her blackmail was totally successful, Jasmine had very effectively obtained his silence.

There was another factor present also. From having feelings where he totally despised his sexy stepmother, Alex began to fancy her instead. Especially the dominating part of her personality. For young Alex was born to be submissive in sexual relationships, he constantly dreamed of being under the spell of a powerful and gorgeous woman, and of course he’d come to realise that such a Lady was living within his very own household! That list of fetishes submitted to the “Laughing Latina” was completely genuine, these were his DESIRES, and he now knew that Jasmine could satisfy these lusts. Instead of dreaming about killing her, now he fantasised shagging her, or to be more accurate being shagged BY her, instead! While tied up, completely in her hands and under her control, naturally!

With Paul often away on business the opportunities for the step-mum and her stepson to start to indulge in bondage sex with each other regularly presented itself, and it wasn’t long before both parties succumbed to temptation. Such sex between them was ALWAYS in bondage form, with Alex bound and Jasmine his Mistress. She began to include dressing him in some of HER gear, latex etc. much to the young man’s delight. And the sex was also purely in RAW form, as Jasmine herself told him, “making love,” and gentle caresses and the like were strictly for her husband. She may well have betrayed him and those marriage vows, but she wasn’t prepared to do so in EVERY sense.

Whilst the pair of them thoroughly enjoyed their illicit “affair,” both of them DID feel guilty, neither of them were comfortable in betraying their respective husband or father. And then something happened that seemed to solve all of their problems, an event that appeared to mean that neither would need to turn to the other to fulfil their carnal lusts, Alex met Jayne.

Jayne was basically the same age as Alex, just a few months separated their birth dates, not over twelve years as was in the case of Jasmine and Alex themselves. And she too was stunningly sexy to look at and knew just how to dress to portray that impression fully. No wonder Alex was totally delighted when she approached him and started to “chat him up.” And she didn’t do that with any subtlety at all, her “chat up” line was blunt and straight to the point. “I want to take you home, tie you to my bed, and then shag you ALL night!!” Little did Jayne know it but in Alex’s case she really could NOT have used a better line. He was immediately hooked!

Unfortunately, Jayne’s abilities in the bedroom stakes did not mirror the levels of her physical appearance, she might have been stunning to look at, but it was very much a case of “all the gear, no idea!” Her approach to sex contained as much subtlety as her chatting up, completely and utterly blunt. She had mounted Alex, whom she had tied naked and spread-eagled to her bed, with NO foreplay at all, and simply charged in like a “bull in a China shop!” She was young, enthusiastic and full of energy, and this “full-on” attack did result in Alex reaching climax, although it was more like a simple ejaculation rather than orgasm for him, leaving her well short of reaching such a delightful state for herself.

Just before Jayne had commenced her all-out “assault” Jasmine had rung his ’phone, not so much “checking up” on him as she said he was entitled to stay out all night if he wished, but just so she knew whether to lock the house or not. With the boy bound to Jayne’s bed, it was the girl herself who answered, and switched to video mode, allowing Jasmine to see Alex in her bondage. Jayne fully allowed Alex to talk to his stepmother, and for her part Jasmine was delighted to see him with a girl of his own age, and one that appeared to be able to cater for his “needs.” Before they had indeed come back to Jayne’s abode Alex had confessed to her about being tied up and shagged beforehand by Jasmine, commenting on just how exciting he had found the whole “sexperience!”

But when the attempted sex between him and herself proved to be SO disappointing, instead of looking at herself for an explanation as to just why that had been the case, Jayne squarely blamed Alex himself for the lack of progress, and the small amount of blame that she didn’t apportion to him was directed at Jasmine.

So, she now rang the step-mum, ordering her to immediately report there, believing that she could easily overcome her, and she actually planned to tie Jasmine to her stepson and force them to shag each other in front of her, purely for her own amusement! Things didn’t quite go to plan for her, however. Jasmine was fully trained in self-defence and in the martial arts, and soon it was Jayne helpless and tied up. Once Alex had been released from the bed, Jayne replaced him on it as its bound prisoner.

Then Jasmine shoved a vibrator between her legs, setting it to its lowest activation so it would stimulate her but NEVER enough to bring her relief, and took Alex home. She had planned to return and REALLY punish Jayne, however as the lad had been so traumatised by Jayne’s treatment of him and needed his “mum,” when she did come back, she simply undid one of her captive’s arms, allowing Jayne to release herself, and Jasmine quickly left again to care for Alex back home.

For he had been really shaken up. Jayne had slapped him around his face several times and being SO frustrated had put all of her strength into that act, so he was hurt physically as well as scared emotionally. It took quite some time for Jasmine to calm him down, and reassure him, and naturally, as dad was absent again, they ended up in bed together, with Alex, by his own request, tied to it as usual.

When Paul did return home, he was utterly delighted to see his wife and son now on VERY friendly terms, although of course he didn’t know why. And the three of them began to interact as a family, with both Alex and Jasmine absolutely determined to not spoil things, by making ANY move in front of him. But he did begin to wonder.

So, when he told them of his next business trip, he informed them that he’d be gone for three days. And when he returned a day early, deliberately, he caught them in the act. He immediately ordered Jasmine out of his house; he had insisted on a “pre-nuptial” agreement before marrying her. Thankfully for Jasmine, she still owed a small house, which she had rented out, but fortunately for her there was no sitting tenant at this time.

Alex was devastated by the prospect of Jasmine’s departure, and that night, having been locked in his bedroom by his dad, climbed out of the window. He found Jasmine’s house, but she refused to allow him in, telling him to return home to his dad. And that’s when he noticed that old shed on the patch of waste ground next to his step-mum’s home.

He awoke next morning to find himself under a blanket, with some food and drink next to him. Jasmine, of course. And so, he stayed, washing cars and other odd jobs to earn some money and get by. Until the day that Jayne drove by, clocking him.


And here, Ladies and Gentlemen is where Ak610 and I finished our role-play scenario. We had actually gone a little deeper within it, a plot involving kidnap and ransom, but that was before we bought Jayne into the story, so it isn’t really relevant to her part. What will follow now is her renewed evil torture of what she regards to be hers, Alex. Can Jasmine save the day again?

[LunaDog]

For once in her life Jayne displayed some patience. Oh, yes, as far as she was concerned Alex was hers, HERS, to do with just what she wanted. He was HER toy, not that bitch Jasmine’s. And not only did she wish to return Alex into his rightful state as her property, but she also wished to pay Jasmine back for the insult she had been subjected to by the bitch. Taking her “son” away would surely achieve that, it would drive Jasmine mad with worry!

Jayne made her plans, waiting outside and parked up on the other side of that patch of land to Jasmine’s abode. As the night drew in and she saw Jasmine disappear, she carefully crept up to the, unlocked, door of Alex’s shed. Getting her chloroform filled pad ready, she suddenly burst in, grabbed hold of her target and firmly held the pad over his nose and mouth, so he couldn’t avoid breathing in its contents. Which soon produced the desired effect as his body slumped in her arms, completely out for the count.

Jayne managed to take him back to her car, having tied both his wrists and ankles together she slung him in the back. He was in her hands again; justice had been done. She set off back to her new home, one that Jasmine had never visited, and so wasn’t aware of its location.

But actually, one of Jayne’s aims had not been fulfilled. For Jasmine was delighted to discover that Alex was missing, not because she wished him any harm though. No, she just assumed that he had returned home to his dad, just what she had wished him to do. For Jasmine was a decent and honest person, she KNEW she’d done wrong in giving into temptation in regard to sexual activities with her stepson, and all she wished for now was that, with her out of the way, father and son could rebuild their shattered relationship. So, to her at this stage, Alex’s disappearance was GOOD news.

Although had she known the true situation that he found himself in, she would have been beside herself with both worry and anger. For when the effects of the chemical that Jayne had forced into his body had finally worn off, the young man came to, only to find himself completely naked and securely tied to Jayne’s bed.

He slowly started to stir up. “Where am I?”

“Where you belong! IN MY POWER!”

Alex heard that voice and his eyes widened in fear. “Jayne? Please let me go! I am not worthy of you.”

“I will NEVER let you go! YOU ARE MINE NOW! For evermore! Get used to it!”

“Nooooooo! Help Me! Somebody Help Me!”

“Scream all you like. Nobody will hear you; this room is completely soundproof! And now, where were we before that BITCH interfered? She has NO idea where this place is by the way, so she can’t disturb us THIS time!”

“What!!!! Don’t call her a bitch she is 100 times better than you.”

“You will learn in time that I OWN you! And maybe I will be a little more patient this time, yes you were right about that! But soon you WILL come to love me more than her. And IF I say that she’s a bitch, then she’s a bitch!”

“No! She’s not. She is my mum!”

“Your mum? I think not, after all you told me that you’ve had sex with her!” Alex went quiet, how could he deny this? “Thought so! Well, you NEVER will do so again. For, as I've said, you are now MINE! FOREVER!”

With that Jayne laid herself down on her captive and started kissing him passionately. But despite her claims to be more patient, she still hadn’t learnt her lesson, again she rushed into proceedings without allowing any arousal to build gently, as she should have tried to do. Therefore, she was dis-appointed yet again, as she failed to reach climax. And yet again, she blamed her helpless captive for this failure.

SLAP! “Still thinking of her, aren’t you? Well, I’m going to knock that right out of you, make NO mistake! Tonight, I’m going to hold a little “dinner party,” I’m going to invite several friends around, and YOU will be the “main course.” You’d better learn how to perform, because I’ll let them do what they want! By the time they’ve finished with you, SHE will mean nothing!”

“Please Jayne, please just let me go! Surely you can see that we are not right for each other?”

“NEVER! I will MAKE you love me! Until then I shall keep you tied up in my bondage! Anyway, I have to go now, but we will continue this later.” And Jayne fetched a big red ball gag, shoving it into her captive’s mouth, tightening the straps in order to hold it in place. “Comfortable Darling?” Said VERY sarcastically.

“MMMPHHHHHH! Ppplleaasssse Jjjayyynnnnee!”

“Well, much as I’d like to stay and chat, I have to go. See you later.” And she left, with her prisoner bound and gagged, utterly helpless. Wondering just what Jayne had in mind for him, in particular with tonight and her promised “party.”

Late afternoon she returned. “My guests will be here soon, so I want you on best behaviour, understand? Alex nodded, he knew that he was utterly helpless in Jayne’s hands and would try anything not to annoy her. Maybe these “guests” of hers could teach her something.

And it wasn’t long before they arrived. There were four of them, Lydia, Sophie, Emma and Gemma. All of them were good looking, in fact quite sexy, just like Jayne herself. “Oh Jayne,” Sophie commented, “what an utterly delicious specimen you have acquired! Where did you get him from?”

“Oh, I just picked him up from some waste ground. He’s ours tonight, Ladies, and he’s been giving me a few problems. He seems reluctant to allow me the pleasure of bringing myself to climax. I’m hoping that you can all teach him some manners, girls!”

“Has he now?” Gemma responded. Putting her face RIGHT into the face of Jayne’s slave. “That is going to stop, boy! You hear me?”

Lydia pitched in. “Yes, the four of us are here to teach you some respect. By the time we’ve finished with you, Jayne will have your FULL devotion! We’ve here to make you WORSHIP HER!”

One by one they stripped off in front of the still bound Alex, until all they wore was stockings and suspenders, having removed their panties. Including Jayne. “Right, girls let’s get him off the bed, and dress him up!” Soon four pairs of female hands undid the bonds that held him to Jayne’s bed, but he wasn’t going to be released at all. Two spreader bars were produced, and soon the trembling male had his wrists secured in one of them, his arms raised above his head. A chair was produced, and Emma climbed onto it to then fastened the bar to a ring mounted in the ceiling. Alex was going NOWHERE!

“Now then boy, what are we ALL wearing?” Lydia put her face right into his, as she removed the gag. “Well, I’m waiting!”

“Stockings, Miss!”

“Right answer! So, we can’t leave you out now, can we? Jayne wants your legs covered in nylon, and as you should well know by now, and certainly WILL do by the end of this evening, what Jayne WANTS from you, Jayne GETS! Ok, girls, put him into the “clothes of sex!” And no, we don’t care what YOU want!”

Sophie slipped a suspender belt over his feet and positioned it around his waist. Meanwhile, Gemma and Lydia covered both of his feet in sheer nylon, then fitted the leather cuffs of the second spreader-bar around his ankles, meaning that the unfortunate boy was basically spread-eagled, but standing upright instead of on the bed. And just like the top bar, this one too was secured to a floor mounted ring. So, he was really held.

Now the two girls started sliding those stockings up his respective legs, as Sophie tickled his balls, and despite being in total captivity, erect cock. However, eventually stocking met suspender, and his “dressing up” was complete. Also, Sophie ceased her teasing, having been very careful not to take things too far.

“Got any nipple clamps, Jayne?” Emma asked. As she played with Alex’s left nipple, causing him to struggle in his bonds.

“Yes, I'll just get them, great idea Em.” Within seconds Jayne returned, two painful looking clamps in her hands. She handed one to Emma, who, when satisfied that she’d tormented said nipple enough, clamped it shut over the enlarged organ. Meanwhile Gemma had repeated the same process on his right-hand side, and when ready clamped the nipple on that side too! Jayne then fastened a chain between them, tugging on that thereby forcing her prisoner to winch in pain.

“Do you mind if I go first?” Lydia asked, playing with her own stockings. “I’ll make him wish he’d never given you any trouble, Jayne, don’t you worry about that!”

“By all means,” her host answered. All the other girls nodded their ascent. Lydia then “climbed aboard” his rampant cock, still feeling the effects of Sophie’s teasing. And, unlike Jayne herself, Lydia WAS patient, starting slowly and building up the momentum. It wasn’t long before she bought herself to a shuddering climax, and during the ecstasy it produced and the effects on HER body, she was pleased to notice that her male captive had NOT cum!

When she’d calmed down, she simply moved away and asked, “who’s next?” Emma, as it turned out, and so the four of Jayne’s “guests” took their turn shagging her “property.” He did actually climax himself a couple of times during their tormenting of him, not that he really gained any pleasure from their manipulations. And when they’d finally finished, he was completely and utterly spent, taken well beyond the point of exhaustion.

Just before they left, Jayne’s four friends undid the nipple clamps producing fresh waves of pain for their victim, released him from his “upright” bondage situation, and returned him to his former position tied securely in a spread-eagled form to his “owner’s” bed. Still wearing Jayne’s stockings and suspender belt. All of them expressed their utter delight at the nights “entertainment,” and thanked their host considerably.

[Ak610]

For once in her life Jayne displayed some patience. Oh, yes, as far as she was concerned Alex was hers, HERS, to do with just what she wanted. He was HER toy, not that bitch Jasmine’s. And not only did she wish to return Alex into his rightful state as her property, but she also wished to pay Jasmine back for the insult she had been subjected to by the bitch. Taking her “son” away would surely achieve that, it would drive Jasmine mad with worry!

Jayne made her plans, waiting outside and parked up on the other side of that patch of land to Jasmine’s abode. As the night drew in and she saw Jasmine disappear, she carefully crept up to the, unlocked, door of Alex’s shed. Getting her chloroform filled pad ready, she suddenly burst in, grabbed hold of her target and firmly held the pad over his nose and mouth, so he couldn’t avoid breathing in its contents. Which soon produced the desired effect as his body slumped in her arms, completely out for the count.

Jayne managed to take him back to her car, having tied both his wrists and ankles together she slung him in the back. He was in her hands again; justice had been done. She set off back to her new home, one that Jasmine had never visited, and so wasn’t aware of its location.

But actually, one of Jayne’s aims had not been fulfilled. For Jasmine was delighted to discover that Alex was missing, not because she wished him any harm though. No, she just assumed that he had returned home to his dad, just what she had wished him to do. For Jasmine was a decent and honest person, she KNEW she’d done wrong in giving into temptation in regard to sexual activities with her stepson, and all she wished for now was that, with her out of the way, father and son could rebuild their shattered relationship. So, to her at this stage, Alex’s disappearance was GOOD news.

Although had she known the true situation that he found himself in, she would have been beside herself with both worry and anger. For when the effects of the chemical that Jayne had forced into his body had finally worn off, the young man came to, only to find himself completely naked and securely tied to Jayne’s bed.

He slowly started to stir up. “Where am I?”

“Where you belong! IN MY POWER!”

Alex heard that voice and his eyes widened in fear. “Jayne? Please let me go! I am not worthy of you.”

“I will NEVER let you go! YOU ARE MINE NOW! For evermore! Get used to it!”

“Nooooooo! Help Me! Somebody Help Me!”

“Scream all you like. Nobody will hear you; this room is completely soundproof! And now, where were we before that BITCH interfered? She has NO idea where this place is by the way, so she can’t disturb us THIS time!”

“What!!!! Don’t call her a bitch she is 100 times better than you.”

“You will learn in time that I OWN you! And maybe I will be a little more patient this time, yes you were right about that! But soon you WILL come to love me more than her. And IF I say that she’s a bitch, then she’s a bitch!”

“No! She’s not. She is my mum!”

“Your mum? I think not, after all you told me that you’ve had sex with her!” Alex went quiet, how could he deny this? “Thought so! Well, you NEVER will do so again. For, as I've said, you are now MINE! FOREVER!”

With that Jayne laid herself down on her captive and started kissing him passionately. But despite her claims to be more patient, she still hadn’t learnt her lesson, again she rushed into proceedings without allowing any arousal to build gently, as she should have tried to do. Therefore, she was dis-appointed yet again, as she failed to reach climax. And yet again, she blamed her helpless captive for this failure.

SLAP! “Still thinking of her, aren’t you? Well, I’m going to knock that right out of you, make NO mistake! Tonight, I’m going to hold a little “dinner party,” I’m going to invite several friends around, and YOU will be the “main course.” You’d better learn how to perform, because I’ll let them do what they want! By the time they’ve finished with you, SHE will mean nothing!”

“Please Jayne, please just let me go! Surely you can see that we are not right for each other?”

“NEVER! I will MAKE you love me! Until then I shall keep you tied up in my bondage! Anyway, I have to go now, but we will continue this later.” And Jayne fetched a big red ball gag, shoving it into her captive’s mouth, tightening the straps in order to hold it in place. “Comfortable Darling?” Said VERY sarcastically.

“MMMPHHHHHH! Ppplleaasssse Jjjayyynnnnee!”

“Well, much as I’d like to stay and chat, I have to go. See you later.” And she left, with her prisoner bound and gagged, utterly helpless. Wondering just what Jayne had in mind for him, in particular with tonight and her promised “party.”

Late afternoon she returned. “My guests will be here soon, so I want you on best behaviour, understand? Alex nodded, he knew that he was utterly helpless in Jayne’s hands and would try anything not to annoy her. Maybe these “guests” of hers could teach her something.

And it wasn’t long before they arrived. There were four of them, Lydia, Sophie, Emma and Gemma. All of them were good looking, in fact quite sexy, just like Jayne herself. “Oh Jayne,” Sophie commented, “what an utterly delicious specimen you have acquired! Where did you get him from?”

“Oh, I just picked him up from some waste ground. He’s ours tonight, Ladies, and he’s been giving me a few problems. He seems reluctant to allow me the pleasure of bringing myself to climax. I’m hoping that you can all teach him some manners, girls!”

“Has he now?” Gemma responded. Putting her face RIGHT into the face of Jayne’s slave. “That is going to stop, boy! You hear me?”

Lydia pitched in. “Yes, the four of us are here to teach you some respect. By the time we’ve finished with you, Jayne will have your FULL devotion! We’ve here to make you WORSHIP HER!”

One by one they stripped off in front of the still bound Alex, until all they wore was stockings and suspenders, having removed their panties. Including Jayne. “Right, girls let’s get him off the bed, and dress him up!” Soon four pairs of female hands undid the bonds that held him to Jayne’s bed, but he wasn’t going to be released at all. Two spreader bars were produced, and soon the trembling male had his wrists secured in one of them, his arms raised above his head. A chair was produced, and Emma climbed onto it to then fastened the bar to a ring mounted in the ceiling. Alex was going NOWHERE!

“Now then boy, what are we ALL wearing?” Lydia put her face right into his, as she removed the gag. “Well, I’m waiting!”

“Stockings, Miss!”

“Right answer! So, we can’t leave you out now, can we? Jayne wants your legs covered in nylon, and as you should well know by now, and certainly WILL do by the end of this evening, what Jayne WANTS from you, Jayne GETS! Ok, girls, put him into the “clothes of sex!” And no, we don’t care what YOU want!”

Sophie slipped a suspender belt over his feet and positioned it around his waist. Meanwhile, Gemma and Lydia covered both of his feet in sheer nylon, then fitted the leather cuffs of the second spreader-bar around his ankles, meaning that the unfortunate boy was basically spread-eagled, but standing upright instead of on the bed. And just like the top bar, this one too was secured to a floor mounted ring. So, he was really held.

Now the two girls started sliding those stockings up his respective legs, as Sophie tickled his balls, and despite being in total captivity, erect cock. However, eventually stocking met suspender, and his “dressing up” was complete. Also, Sophie ceased her teasing, having been very careful not to take things too far.

“Got any nipple clamps, Jayne?” Emma asked. As she played with Alex’s left nipple, causing him to struggle in his bonds.

“Yes, I'll just get them, great idea Em.” Within seconds Jayne returned, two painful looking clamps in her hands. She handed one to Emma, who, when satisfied that she’d tormented said nipple enough, clamped it shut over the enlarged organ. Meanwhile Gemma had repeated the same process on his right-hand side, and when ready clamped the nipple on that side too! Jayne then fastened a chain between them, tugging on that thereby forcing her prisoner to winch in pain.

“Do you mind if I go first?” Lydia asked, playing with her own stockings. “I’ll make him wish he’d never given you any trouble, Jayne, don’t you worry about that!”

“By all means,” her host answered. All the other girls nodded their ascent. Lydia then “climbed aboard” his rampant cock, still feeling the effects of Sophie’s teasing. And, unlike Jayne herself, Lydia WAS patient, starting slowly and building up the momentum. It wasn’t long before she bought herself to a shuddering climax, and during the ecstasy it produced and the effects on HER body, she was pleased to notice that her male captive had NOT cum!

When she’d calmed down, she simply moved away and asked, “who’s next?” Emma, as it turned out, and so the four of Jayne’s “guests” took their turn shagging her “property.” He did actually climax himself a couple of times during their tormenting of him, not that he really gained any pleasure from their manipulations. And when they’d finally finished, he was completely and utterly spent, taken well beyond the point of exhaustion.

Just before they left, Jayne’s four friends undid the nipple clamps producing fresh waves of pain for their victim, released him from his “upright” bondage situation, and returned him to his former position tied securely in a spread-eagled form to his “owner’s” bed. Still wearing Jayne’s stockings and suspender belt. All of them expressed their utter delight at the nights “entertainment,” and thanked their host considerably.

Amazing

[LunaDog]

Who had actually paid attention to the way that her friends had performed and learnt not to rush things quite so much. Although, as it had been such a long session, she waited until the following day before putting her newly acquired “skills” into practice. She had finally mastered the art of “building up” the passion, and NOT charging in at “full throttle.” And, to her immense delight she’d seemed to have worked out, like Lydia had done, just how to obtain a thrilling climax herself, while denying her prisoner the same type of release! A major part of this achievement was because during that previous evening Emma had demonstrated the art of tying a stocking around his balls while his cock was fully erect, and as before during his time in Emma’s hands, this prevented his cum from properly flowing, leaving him erect almost constantly and effectively a “living dildo” for his cruel captor to exploit.

Therefore, poor Alex spent virtually ALL of that next day tied to her bed, while Jayne almost shagged him to death. Showing absolutely NO mercy whatsoever, she delighted in her being able to torture and control him TOTALLY. She enjoyed many an exciting climax, one after the other, but he was only able to cum twice throughout the WHOLE day, and it was clear that he gained no real pleasure from either of those occurrences. Finally, Jayne began to tire herself and ceased. At last, she released him from her bed, but swiftly and skilfully, fastened his wrists together behind his back.

At least she did feed and water her helpless prisoner, but she kept her captive in constant bondage of some sort for a whole week. Never once did she allow an escape opportunity to present itself, and by now the poor lad was becoming SO conditioned to being Jayne’s total slave that he might not have recognised such an opportunity even if it had occurred. She had reduced him to a state of complete dependence on her, Jayne had FULL ownership of his body, mind, heart AND cock!

During that week Jayne’s bondage went far beyond just having her captive bound to the bed. She tied Alex up in the shower, introducing him to “sex under flowing water,” as it where, and several times during those seven days he found himself very securely fastened to other items of Jayne’s furniture. Not always for sex, sometimes Jayne simply left him bound in uncomfortable positions for long periods of time. Make NO mistake, she was completely cruel, NEVER really considering HIS welfare and feelings, just using him purely for her own pleasure.

Another thoroughly enjoyable experience that Jayne had learnt from her friends THAT evening was the delights of “pegging!” This had been Gemma’s “masterpiece,” and Jayne had been extremely grateful when “Gem” had given her the strap on dildo that Gemma herself had used on him. Again, it was one of those types where there was an attachment fitted, that tickled its female bearer’s clitoris, as she shagged her male victim. So, on the third day of his captivity, Jayne stretched him over her kitchen table, and VERY securely tied his arms to said table’s legs. His nylon covered legs, Jayne constantly kept her “bitch” in stockings as she kept him in her power although she did replace them on a regular basis, were also spread out and tied to the other two table legs. With his arse fully exposed and just at the right height for her, she delighted in teasing her victim, making sure he watched as she fitted the dildo around her waist, making sure that the “attachment” was touching her “clitty.”

“You’ll notice Darling, that I’ve got no stockings on today. That’s because for now I’m the male, and YOU the female. You see, I know that men don’t wear stockings, so I’ve left them off.

“Why do keep putting me in them then?”

“Because, my Dear, you’re not a REAL man, are you? You’re just Jayne’s bitch, my pet, my plaything. And because, I SAY SO! I like the humiliation it produces in you. Anyway, today I’m going to be shagging you directly, I’m going to be pushing into YOU! You might even enjoy it, but if you don’t it won’t matter because I’m sure that I WILL!”

“Please Jayne, I beg you, please don’t use that on me!” He almost pleaded with his cruel captor, but really shouldn’t have bothered, his anguish almost seemed to turn her on even more. Her answer to his pleas? To gag him of course, and this time she wasn’t going to just use her ball gag. No, she gathered up several pairs of her panties, ones that had been previously worn. Again, with her victim fully sighted, oh yes, she was planning to remove that, but as she figured, stuffing his mouth would be far more enjoyable IF he was completely aware of her plans.

“OPEN!” Naturally Alex refused, trying to keep his mouth shut with as much force as he could muster.

“I see, the hard way it is then!” Jayne clamped his nose shut, and as soon as he had no choice but to open up, in went the first pair of her dirty panties. He almost choked, both on the effect of the intrusion itself, and also the obvious bad taste and smell. Jayne was far from finished however, two more pairs of her sexy knickers entered his mouth, almost filling it completely before she was satisfied. She grabbed another stocking, looping his head with that, and knotting it VERY tightly, right over his orifice, which stopped its contents from leaving.

“That’s better, just one more thing Darling, and we can begin.” That was her blindfold. Soon it covered his eyes, and therefore his world was reduced to complete and utter darkness. “Ready Darling? Because I AM!”

Thankfully Gemma had made it abundantly clear to Jayne that plenty of lubrication was absolutely necessary for “safe” pegging and Jayne HAD paid attention. She smeared her slave’s anal passage with a very good measure of such substance, planting another large dollop on her strap-on too. Not that poor Alex didn’t flinch as Jayne began her penetration action, but at least she’d prepared it as best she could. Jayne thrust her “tool” fully inside, slowly, and then withdrew it, only to repeat the whole cycle. Delighting in the “mmmmppphhhhh!” sounds that her movements produced from her gagged prisoner.

Starting slowly, as Gemma had indicated, Jayne began to increase the speed of her thrusts, and as she did so one of her hands grabbed her captive’s cock, which was fully erect. As she thrust her “penis” into his anus, so she began to move her hand up and down of his, and actually she wasn’t planning to deny him from being able to cum today. And while yes, that would mean some of his “product” ending up on her table, well, guess just who would be made to clean it off, at the appropriate time?

Gemma had taught Jayne well in regard to fitting the attachment to achieve the desired effect, and soon that state of enjoyment was reached, as Jayne screamed out as her climax overwhelmed her. And she did allow her captive to also reach his, making him lick her table clean of the “product” of this action a few minutes later, once she’d removed his gag and untied him from her furniture!

So, Alex’s time in captivity to Jayne stretched into a second week, and she planned to invite the same four of her friends around for another session on the Saturday night. Which had an unexpected consequence. For you see, Sophie was a physiotherapist, working at the same Hospital where Jasmine was employed, although they didn’t really know each other. And on the Friday just before she was due to visit Jayne again, Sophie was informing a friend of hers all about the upcoming torture of Jayne’s “sex slave.” All overheard by Jasmine, who soon clocked just who the male prisoner in question was, and that the unfortunate man was none other than her stepson.

Well, she soon checked out a few things, and very discreetly she discovered both Sophie’s home address and just what car she owned. Now was the awkward part, she realised that she needed to contact Paul. Obviously, he wasn’t best pleased to see his estranged wife at his door, but he soon clocked on to the fact that she was there out of genuine concern for Alex. And readily agreed to work together with her as she outlined the situation regarding Paul’s son being Jayne’s prisoner, and her plans to rescue him.

[Ak610]

Who had actually paid attention to the way that her friends had performed and learnt not to rush things quite so much. Although, as it had been such a long session, she waited until the following day before putting her newly acquired “skills” into practice. She had finally mastered the art of “building up” the passion, and NOT charging in at “full throttle.” And, to her immense delight she’d seemed to have worked out, like Lydia had done, just how to obtain a thrilling climax herself, while denying her prisoner the same type of release! A major part of this achievement was because during that previous evening Emma had demonstrated the art of tying a stocking around his balls while his cock was fully erect, and as before during his time in Emma’s hands, this prevented his cum from properly flowing, leaving him erect almost constantly and effectively a “living dildo” for his cruel captor to exploit.

Therefore, poor Alex spent virtually ALL of that next day tied to her bed, while Jayne almost shagged him to death. Showing absolutely NO mercy whatsoever, she delighted in her being able to torture and control him TOTALLY. She enjoyed many an exciting climax, one after the other, but he was only able to cum twice throughout the WHOLE day, and it was clear that he gained no real pleasure from either of those occurrences. Finally, Jayne began to tire herself and ceased. At last, she released him from her bed, but swiftly and skilfully, fastened his wrists together behind his back.

At least she did feed and water her helpless prisoner, but she kept her captive in constant bondage of some sort for a whole week. Never once did she allow an escape opportunity to present itself, and by now the poor lad was becoming SO conditioned to being Jayne’s total slave that he might not have recognised such an opportunity even if it had occurred. She had reduced him to a state of complete dependence on her, Jayne had FULL ownership of his body, mind, heart AND cock!

During that week Jayne’s bondage went far beyond just having her captive bound to the bed. She tied Alex up in the shower, introducing him to “sex under flowing water,” as it where, and several times during those seven days he found himself very securely fastened to other items of Jayne’s furniture. Not always for sex, sometimes Jayne simply left him bound in uncomfortable positions for long periods of time. Make NO mistake, she was completely cruel, NEVER really considering HIS welfare and feelings, just using him purely for her own pleasure.

Another thoroughly enjoyable experience that Jayne had learnt from her friends THAT evening was the delights of “pegging!” This had been Gemma’s “masterpiece,” and Jayne had been extremely grateful when “Gem” had given her the strap on dildo that Gemma herself had used on him. Again, it was one of those types where there was an attachment fitted, that tickled its female bearer’s clitoris, as she shagged her male victim. So, on the third day of his captivity, Jayne stretched him over her kitchen table, and VERY securely tied his arms to said table’s legs. His nylon covered legs, Jayne constantly kept her “bitch” in stockings as she kept him in her power although she did replace them on a regular basis, were also spread out and tied to the other two table legs. With his arse fully exposed and just at the right height for her, she delighted in teasing her victim, making sure he watched as she fitted the dildo around her waist, making sure that the “attachment” was touching her “clitty.”

“You’ll notice Darling, that I’ve got no stockings on today. That’s because for now I’m the male, and YOU the female. You see, I know that men don’t wear stockings, so I’ve left them off.

“Why do keep putting me in them then?”

“Because, my Dear, you’re not a REAL man, are you? You’re just Jayne’s bitch, my pet, my plaything. And because, I SAY SO! I like the humiliation it produces in you. Anyway, today I’m going to be shagging you directly, I’m going to be pushing into YOU! You might even enjoy it, but if you don’t it won’t matter because I’m sure that I WILL!”

“Please Jayne, I beg you, please don’t use that on me!” He almost pleaded with his cruel captor, but really shouldn’t have bothered, his anguish almost seemed to turn her on even more. Her answer to his pleas? To gag him of course, and this time she wasn’t going to just use her ball gag. No, she gathered up several pairs of her panties, ones that had been previously worn. Again, with her victim fully sighted, oh yes, she was planning to remove that, but as she figured, stuffing his mouth would be far more enjoyable IF he was completely aware of her plans.

“OPEN!” Naturally Alex refused, trying to keep his mouth shut with as much force as he could muster.

“I see, the hard way it is then!” Jayne clamped his nose shut, and as soon as he had no choice but to open up, in went the first pair of her dirty panties. He almost choked, both on the effect of the intrusion itself, and also the obvious bad taste and smell. Jayne was far from finished however, two more pairs of her sexy knickers entered his mouth, almost filling it completely before she was satisfied. She grabbed another stocking, looping his head with that, and knotting it VERY tightly, right over his orifice, which stopped its contents from leaving.

“That’s better, just one more thing Darling, and we can begin.” That was her blindfold. Soon it covered his eyes, and therefore his world was reduced to complete and utter darkness. “Ready Darling? Because I AM!”

Thankfully Gemma had made it abundantly clear to Jayne that plenty of lubrication was absolutely necessary for “safe” pegging and Jayne HAD paid attention. She smeared her slave’s anal passage with a very good measure of such substance, planting another large dollop on her strap-on too. Not that poor Alex didn’t flinch as Jayne began her penetration action, but at least she’d prepared it as best she could. Jayne thrust her “tool” fully inside, slowly, and then withdrew it, only to repeat the whole cycle. Delighting in the “mmmmppphhhhh!” sounds that her movements produced from her gagged prisoner.

Starting slowly, as Gemma had indicated, Jayne began to increase the speed of her thrusts, and as she did so one of her hands grabbed her captive’s cock, which was fully erect. As she thrust her “penis” into his anus, so she began to move her hand up and down of his, and actually she wasn’t planning to deny him from being able to cum today. And while yes, that would mean some of his “product” ending up on her table, well, guess just who would be made to clean it off, at the appropriate time?

Gemma had taught Jayne well in regard to fitting the attachment to achieve the desired effect, and soon that state of enjoyment was reached, as Jayne screamed out as her climax overwhelmed her. And she did allow her captive to also reach his, making him lick her table clean of the “product” of this action a few minutes later, once she’d removed his gag and untied him from her furniture!

So, Alex’s time in captivity to Jayne stretched into a second week, and she planned to invite the same four of her friends around for another session on the Saturday night. Which had an unexpected consequence. For you see, Sophie was a physiotherapist, working at the same Hospital where Jasmine was employed, although they didn’t really know each other. And on the Friday just before she was due to visit Jayne again, Sophie was informing a friend of hers all about the upcoming torture of Jayne’s “sex slave.” All overheard by Jasmine, who soon clocked just who the male prisoner in question was, and that the unfortunate man was none other than her stepson.

Well, she soon checked out a few things, and very discreetly she discovered both Sophie’s home address and just what car she owned. Now was the awkward part, she realised that she needed to contact Paul. Obviously, he wasn’t best pleased to see his estranged wife at his door, but he soon clocked on to the fact that she was there out of genuine concern for Alex. And readily agreed to work together with her as she outlined the situation regarding Paul’s son being Jayne’s prisoner, and her plans to rescue him.

Eager to see how they save him

[LunaDog]

So early on that Saturday evening Paul and Jasmine were waiting outside of Sophie’s home in her car. They watched as Sophie climbed into her own vehicle, and discreetly followed as she drove to Jayne’s address. Again, Jasmine urged caution as they saw Sophie enter, as well as Emma, Gemma and Lydia. Paul was all for rushing in there and then, naturally full of concern and worry about Alex, but Jasmine’s words of having to overpower five girls made sense, and so he sat, full of anger. At last Jayne’s four guests departed, and allowing just enough time for them to go, Jasmine and Paul left the car, walked up to Jayne’s door, and loudly knocked upon it.

Jayne opened it just wearing a sexy dressing gown and stockings, believing it to be one of her four friends who had clearly left something behind. And she received the shock of her life as Jasmine drove her fist straight into her solar plexus, which caused her to double up in pain. Before she could recover in any way, Jasmine handcuffed her arms together behind her back, and then gagged her with a big red ball gag. As Paul rushed in screaming, “WHERE’S MY BOY?”

Jasmine tied Jayne to a chair, and then joined Paul in looking for Alex. They found him in Jayne’s bedroom, tied to her bed, blindfolded and gagged. Paul immediately untied his son from his bondage, and when he realised that it was his dad whose arms he was in, he burst into uncontrollable tears. Just as Jasmine had feared Alex was in such a state, that with his father’s reluctant permission, she injected a sedative into the young man’s arm, putting him to sleep.

“Right, we need to get him home, and you need to look after him, he’s been through a REAL ordeal. Forget where’s he’s been, yes, I know he’d slipped out of your house, and yes, he was living rough next to my place. But I told him to return to you, and when he dis-appeared I thought he’d done so. But you need to forget about all of that and be THERE for him now.”

“Yes, you’re right, I WILL be. But what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to “take care” of THAT!” Pointing at the bound Jayne, whose eyes were now wide and FULL of fear!

“Are you going to come quietly, or do I have to knock you out too?” Jayne’s eyes widened even more at her now captor’s question, and she tried to scream. But all she could emit, with her mouth gagged, was “pppphhhhhhmmmmm!” It was enough to answer the question in Jasmine’s mind though, and so for the second time that night she injected somebody into a state of unconsciousness.

Jasmine helped Paul guide Alex to her car, and his father joined him in the back. Now she went back for her prey and guided the slumped-out Jayne into the front passenger seat, where she secured her. It wasn’t long before they reached Paul’s home, where she helped his dad take the boy inside, and laid him gently on his own bed. Paul grabbed a comfortable chair, he promised Jasmine to be there by his side when Alex awoke. And so, she left, she had her own business to attend to.

Jasmine didn’t drive home, but to her dominatrix chambers. She’d just had a new piece of equipment delivered and installed, so recently that she hadn’t a chance to try it out yet. Well that state of affairs was going to change and right now. And what was this new piece of kit? A Catherine Wheel!

Jasmine was very strong for her size, and she needed to be in order to almost drag the unconscious Jayne to her wheel. Having removed her prey’s dressing gown, just leaving her in her suspender belt and stockings, she managed to strap her prisoner fully within its straps and harnesses, so that Jayne was completely trapped, ready to be spun. And then, having removed the gag, she patiently waited for her captive to wake up.

Finally, the effects of Jasmine’s sedative wore off and Jayne came to, fully aware straight away that she was in trouble. “What the fuck’s going on?”

“Ah, welcome back to the land of the living, Kylie!”

“Kylie? What do you mean, KYLIE?”

“Oh, surely you remember Miss Minogue’s big hit from the summer of 2000. You know the one.” Jasmine smiled at her helpless prisoner.

“I’m SPINNING AROUND, move out of my way.
I know you’re feeling me ’cause you like it like this.
I’m breaking it down, I’m not the same.
I know you’re feeling me ’cause you like it like this.”

Jasmine actually danced around as she sung the Australian megastar’s hit record from that period. “Because, BITCH, it’s going to be YOU who will be soon “spinning around! But first, let’s make sure that you’ll all secure on my new equipment, shall we?” Because in order to ensure that its “passenger” was safe and secure while they were being spun, the wheel contained a vast amount of leather cuff strap bindings, four on each of Jayne’s arms for instance. What Jasmine did now, in full view of her captive, was to fit a small padlock on the buckles of each one of these. Now, none of this was strictly necessary Jayne would have been completely unable to escape even without this action, but Jasmine still did it for the physiological effect, it just reinforced Jayne’s feeling of helplessness and of being totally held in the hands of her captor.

There was NOTHING Jayne could do as Jasmine released the brake of her Catherine Wheel, and began to pull on its side, causing it to rotate complete with its bound “cargo.” The look on Jayne’s face was a complete picture as the wheel started to turn, carrying her completely bound body on its rotational journey. Gradually Jasmine increased the speed of the rotations, and it soon became absolutely clear, to her utter delight, that Jayne was NOT enjoying the experience!

Once at speed it took very little effort on Jasmine’s part to maintain the rotary action, so she kept Jayne spinning for several minutes, before she finally relented and allowed the machine to stop, although that took some time itself. “Enjoy that did you?”

“BITCH! Get me outta this thing! NOW!”

“Now, now! That’s no way to respond to the fact that I’ve allowed YOU the REAL honour of being my wheel’s first “passenger” is it? And if you REALLY want to be released, I don’t think calling me “bitch” is going to improve the likelihood of me agreeing to that, is it? How about you addressing myself as “Mistress” instead? After all, THAT IS WHAT I AM NOW!”

“NEVER!”

“Fair enough. I’ll just have to spin you a bit more, no, actually a LOT more then, won’t I? And I wonder if you’ll enjoy it more if you can’t see anything this time?”

“Please no, not a blindfold!”

“Not a blindfold, WHAT?”

“Mistress.” Said with a VERY meek and submissive voice.

“That’s better. You see you can be polite. Not that’s going to stop me at all, after what you did to Alex, this is the very least of what I have planned for you.” And she covered Jayne’s eyes with the aforementioned blindfold, and it was one of those “proper” ones that allowed NO light whatsoever to penetrate, plunging Jayne into complete and utter darkness.

Jasmine started to spin the wheel again and kept it going for over ten minutes. By that end of that period Jayne was almost whimpering in fear and discomfort. Finally, Jasmine put the brake of the wheel back on, but made NO move towards releasing her prisoner from it. For she still hadn’t finished torturing Jayne just yet. A rather amusing thought had entered her head.

Jasmine actually started to tease and play with both of Jayne’s breasts, before fitting a pair of her nipple clamps to her captive. But more to the point she wanted Jayne wet “down there,” as she fetched a battery powered vibrator, plunging it into Jayne’s, now moist at least, pussy. Jasmine strapped it securely in place, so that it wouldn’t come out during spinning, and then switched it on, to its HIGHEST setting.

So now Jayne didn’t just have to contend with being spun constantly, she also had to do so whilst being bought to climax again and again, all while still unable to see anything of course. Because obviously, Jasmine released the brake and soon had the wheel spinning, an action she continued for about twenty minutes this time.

By the time she relented it was absolutely crystal clear that Jayne was utterly spent, almost reduced to the state of a gibbering wreak, unable to even speak as the wheel came to a stop. She whimpered submissively for quite a period of time, before in a pathetic voice cried. “Please Mistress. Please stop, I’m begging you.”

“So, you’re begging me for mercy, are you?” At least Jasmine now switched the vibrator off.

“Yes Mistress. Please stop spinning me. I can’t take any more.”

“I dare say you can’t. Right, I what to know precisely WHAT you and your four chums did to Alex while you had him. ALL THE DETAILS! Then, while you’re still tied to my wheel, I’m off to go and see him and his dad. Once I’ve spoken to them, depending on what you tell me now and they confirm, then I’ll decide just HOW I’m going to PUNISH you! And, if you’ve left ANYTHING out, that’s just going to increase your “spinning” time. Understand?”

“Yes Mistress.” Said in a trembling and VERY meek tone.

Jayne then confessed to Jasmine everything that Alex had been subjected to whilst he’d been in her hands, which made her captor’s blood almost boil with barely contained anger. Then Jasmine pulled her vibrator out of Jayne’s body, replacing it with a catheter. “Don’t worry, this is just to allow you to piss, without getting any of it over my equipment. As I’m sure your mate, Sophie, can confirm I’m a fully qualified nurse, so I know what I’m doing here. And I’m just going to put a drip into your arm, you’re probably well and truly de-hydrated by now.” Minutes later Jasmine had, just as she had implied, completely correctly fitted a saline drip into Jayne’s bound arm, adjusting the flow to the proper level.

“Right, I’m off to see your victim, and once he’s confirmed or not what you’ve told me, it’ll be back here to continue your punishment. Based on what you’ve told me yourself, you WON’T be getting off lightly, make NO mistake about that! But just before I leave, how about starting your discomfort already. I’ve a couple of pairs of worn panties lying about, open up for your “Mistress” Jasmine, will you?”

Naturally Jayne tried to resist, but soon she had to breathe, and in they went. Secured in place by Jasmine looping her head with a stocking and knotting that firmly tight, holding Jayne’s mouth with its unwelcome contents shut. “However, I’m going to be kind. As I’ve shut your mouth, I’ll allow you to open your eyes!” Jasmine removed the blindfold, and the sudden rush of light almost made Jayne flinch. And what definitely didn’t help, was that Jasmine switched on a powerful spotlight, pointing it directly into her captive’s face, and leaving it in that precise position, almost blinding the poor girl. “See you later, don’t worry I’ll be back to continue our fun in a short time!” With that Jasmine left, leaving Jayne all alone, strapped upright and spread-eagled onto a large wheel, and with a powerful light shining straight into her eyes. Obviously, she’d been in more comfortable situations in her life, and now perhaps for the first time she began to reflect on and regret her capture and torture of young Alex.

[Ak610]

So early on that Saturday evening Paul and Jasmine were waiting outside of Sophie’s home in her car. They watched as Sophie climbed into her own vehicle, and discreetly followed as she drove to Jayne’s address. Again, Jasmine urged caution as they saw Sophie enter, as well as Emma, Gemma and Lydia. Paul was all for rushing in there and then, naturally full of concern and worry about Alex, but Jasmine’s words of having to overpower five girls made sense, and so he sat, full of anger. At last Jayne’s four guests departed, and allowing just enough time for them to go, Jasmine and Paul left the car, walked up to Jayne’s door, and loudly knocked upon it.

Jayne opened it just wearing a sexy dressing gown and stockings, believing it to be one of her four friends who had clearly left something behind. And she received the shock of her life as Jasmine drove her fist straight into her solar plexus, which caused her to double up in pain. Before she could recover in any way, Jasmine handcuffed her arms together behind her back, and then gagged her with a big red ball gag. As Paul rushed in screaming, “WHERE’S MY BOY?”

Jasmine tied Jayne to a chair, and then joined Paul in looking for Alex. They found him in Jayne’s bedroom, tied to her bed, blindfolded and gagged. Paul immediately untied his son from his bondage, and when he realised that it was his dad whose arms he was in, he burst into uncontrollable tears. Just as Jasmine had feared Alex was in such a state, that with his father’s reluctant permission, she injected a sedative into the young man’s arm, putting him to sleep.

“Right, we need to get him home, and you need to look after him, he’s been through a REAL ordeal. Forget where’s he’s been, yes, I know he’d slipped out of your house, and yes, he was living rough next to my place. But I told him to return to you, and when he dis-appeared I thought he’d done so. But you need to forget about all of that and be THERE for him now.”

“Yes, you’re right, I WILL be. But what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to “take care” of THAT!” Pointing at the bound Jayne, whose eyes were now wide and FULL of fear!

“Are you going to come quietly, or do I have to knock you out too?” Jayne’s eyes widened even more at her now captor’s question, and she tried to scream. But all she could emit, with her mouth gagged, was “pppphhhhhhmmmmm!” It was enough to answer the question in Jasmine’s mind though, and so for the second time that night she injected somebody into a state of unconsciousness.

Jasmine helped Paul guide Alex to her car, and his father joined him in the back. Now she went back for her prey and guided the slumped-out Jayne into the front passenger seat, where she secured her. It wasn’t long before they reached Paul’s home, where she helped his dad take the boy inside, and laid him gently on his own bed. Paul grabbed a comfortable chair, he promised Jasmine to be there by his side when Alex awoke. And so, she left, she had her own business to attend to.

Jasmine didn’t drive home, but to her dominatrix chambers. She’d just had a new piece of equipment delivered and installed, so recently that she hadn’t a chance to try it out yet. Well that state of affairs was going to change and right now. And what was this new piece of kit? A Catherine Wheel!

Jasmine was very strong for her size, and she needed to be in order to almost drag the unconscious Jayne to her wheel. Having removed her prey’s dressing gown, just leaving her in her suspender belt and stockings, she managed to strap her prisoner fully within its straps and harnesses, so that Jayne was completely trapped, ready to be spun. And then, having removed the gag, she patiently waited for her captive to wake up.

Finally, the effects of Jasmine’s sedative wore off and Jayne came to, fully aware straight away that she was in trouble. “What the fuck’s going on?”

“Ah, welcome back to the land of the living, Kylie!”

“Kylie? What do you mean, KYLIE?”

“Oh, surely you remember Miss Minogue’s big hit from the summer of 2000. You know the one.” Jasmine smiled at her helpless prisoner.

“I’m SPINNING AROUND, move out of my way.
I know you’re feeling me ’cause you like it like this.
I’m breaking it down, I’m not the same.
I know you’re feeling me ’cause you like it like this.”

Jasmine actually danced around as she sung the Australian megastar’s hit record from that period. “Because, BITCH, it’s going to be YOU who will be soon “spinning around! But first, let’s make sure that you’ll all secure on my new equipment, shall we?” Because in order to ensure that its “passenger” was safe and secure while they were being spun, the wheel contained a vast amount of leather cuff strap bindings, four on each of Jayne’s arms for instance. What Jasmine did now, in full view of her captive, was to fit a small padlock on the buckles of each one of these. Now, none of this was strictly necessary Jayne would have been completely unable to escape even without this action, but Jasmine still did it for the physiological effect, it just reinforced Jayne’s feeling of helplessness and of being totally held in the hands of her captor.

There was NOTHING Jayne could do as Jasmine released the brake of her Catherine Wheel, and began to pull on its side, causing it to rotate complete with its bound “cargo.” The look on Jayne’s face was a complete picture as the wheel started to turn, carrying her completely bound body on its rotational journey. Gradually Jasmine increased the speed of the rotations, and it soon became absolutely clear, to her utter delight, that Jayne was NOT enjoying the experience!

Once at speed it took very little effort on Jasmine’s part to maintain the rotary action, so she kept Jayne spinning for several minutes, before she finally relented and allowed the machine to stop, although that took some time itself. “Enjoy that did you?”

“BITCH! Get me outta this thing! NOW!”

“Now, now! That’s no way to respond to the fact that I’ve allowed YOU the REAL honour of being my wheel’s first “passenger” is it? And if you REALLY want to be released, I don’t think calling me “bitch” is going to improve the likelihood of me agreeing to that, is it? How about you addressing myself as “Mistress” instead? After all, THAT IS WHAT I AM NOW!”

“NEVER!”

“Fair enough. I’ll just have to spin you a bit more, no, actually a LOT more then, won’t I? And I wonder if you’ll enjoy it more if you can’t see anything this time?”

“Please no, not a blindfold!”

“Not a blindfold, WHAT?”

“Mistress.” Said with a VERY meek and submissive voice.

“That’s better. You see you can be polite. Not that’s going to stop me at all, after what you did to Alex, this is the very least of what I have planned for you.” And she covered Jayne’s eyes with the aforementioned blindfold, and it was one of those “proper” ones that allowed NO light whatsoever to penetrate, plunging Jayne into complete and utter darkness.

Jasmine started to spin the wheel again and kept it going for over ten minutes. By that end of that period Jayne was almost whimpering in fear and discomfort. Finally, Jasmine put the brake of the wheel back on, but made NO move towards releasing her prisoner from it. For she still hadn’t finished torturing Jayne just yet. A rather amusing thought had entered her head.

Jasmine actually started to tease and play with both of Jayne’s breasts, before fitting a pair of her nipple clamps to her captive. But more to the point she wanted Jayne wet “down there,” as she fetched a battery powered vibrator, plunging it into Jayne’s, now moist at least, pussy. Jasmine strapped it securely in place, so that it wouldn’t come out during spinning, and then switched it on, to its HIGHEST setting.

So now Jayne didn’t just have to contend with being spun constantly, she also had to do so whilst being bought to climax again and again, all while still unable to see anything of course. Because obviously, Jasmine released the brake and soon had the wheel spinning, an action she continued for about twenty minutes this time.

By the time she relented it was absolutely crystal clear that Jayne was utterly spent, almost reduced to the state of a gibbering wreak, unable to even speak as the wheel came to a stop. She whimpered submissively for quite a period of time, before in a pathetic voice cried. “Please Mistress. Please stop, I’m begging you.”

“So, you’re begging me for mercy, are you?” At least Jasmine now switched the vibrator off.

“Yes Mistress. Please stop spinning me. I can’t take any more.”

“I dare say you can’t. Right, I what to know precisely WHAT you and your four chums did to Alex while you had him. ALL THE DETAILS! Then, while you’re still tied to my wheel, I’m off to go and see him and his dad. Once I’ve spoken to them, depending on what you tell me now and they confirm, then I’ll decide just HOW I’m going to PUNISH you! And, if you’ve left ANYTHING out, that’s just going to increase your “spinning” time. Understand?”

“Yes Mistress.” Said in a trembling and VERY meek tone.

Jayne then confessed to Jasmine everything that Alex had been subjected to whilst he’d been in her hands, which made her captor’s blood almost boil with barely contained anger. Then Jasmine pulled her vibrator out of Jayne’s body, replacing it with a catheter. “Don’t worry, this is just to allow you to piss, without getting any of it over my equipment. As I’m sure your mate, Sophie, can confirm I’m a fully qualified nurse, so I know what I’m doing here. And I’m just going to put a drip into your arm, you’re probably well and truly de-hydrated by now.” Minutes later Jasmine had, just as she had implied, completely correctly fitted a saline drip into Jayne’s bound arm, adjusting the flow to the proper level.

“Right, I’m off to see your victim, and once he’s confirmed or not what you’ve told me, it’ll be back here to continue your punishment. Based on what you’ve told me yourself, you WON’T be getting off lightly, make NO mistake about that! But just before I leave, how about starting your discomfort already. I’ve a couple of pairs of worn panties lying about, open up for your “Mistress” Jasmine, will you?”

Naturally Jayne tried to resist, but soon she had to breathe, and in they went. Secured in place by Jasmine looping her head with a stocking and knotting that firmly tight, holding Jayne’s mouth with its unwelcome contents shut. “However, I’m going to be kind. As I’ve shut your mouth, I’ll allow you to open your eyes!” Jasmine removed the blindfold, and the sudden rush of light almost made Jayne flinch. And what definitely didn’t help, was that Jasmine switched on a powerful spotlight, pointing it directly into her captive’s face, and leaving it in that precise position, almost blinding the poor girl. “See you later, don’t worry I’ll be back to continue our fun in a short time!” With that Jasmine left, leaving Jayne all alone, strapped upright and spread-eagled onto a large wheel, and with a powerful light shining straight into her eyes. Obviously, she’d been in more comfortable situations in her life, and now perhaps for the first time she began to reflect on and regret her capture and torture of young Alex.

So Hot!

[LunaDog]

Jasmine was gone for a couple of hours, which seemed to drag on like a couple of days for the bound Jayne. Eventually she heard the sound of a key turning in the door, but it wasn’t long at all before the relief she felt at her time of waiting coming to an end was completely dissipated! For Jasmine was absolutely furious, even more so than before, therefore her hopes of this torture coming to an end were obviously, completely dashed!

Jasmine almost ripped out both the drip and catheter, released the wheel’s brake, and resumed the spinning, without even switching off the spotlight or removing the gag from her captive’s mouth. Thankfully she soon accepted the danger of this, that Jayne might vomit and with nowhere for the product of such action to go, be at risk of choking to death. For while Jasmine FULLY wished to punish her prisoner, she wasn’t planning to take things so far as to actually murder her. So, Jasmine stopped the spinning, untied the stocking holding her panties inside of Jayne’s mouth and removed them. Jayne gasped for breath, but before she could enjoy any feeling of relief, Jasmine started to spin the wheel once again. Keeping it going for about ten minutes.

Again when Jasmine stopped Jayne had no chance to savour the moment, for Jasmine drew her own face level with that of her captor, and stared her straight into her eyes. “You really are one EVIL bitch, aren’t you? As if what you did to him yourself wasn’t bad enough, you let, no encouraged, those other four sluts to treat Alex like a “plaything,” something not human that exists purely for the satisfaction of your five sick and perverted minds! Well none of them are here, I can’t punish any of the other four apart from ensuring that Sophie gets the sack, but you ARE! And now you’re going to PAY!”

Jasmine switched out the spotlight, but back on went the blindfold, and Jasmine also replaced the vibrator into Jayne’s pussy and fastened it there! Another fifteen minute period of being spun whilst also being bought to climax followed, before Jasmine finally relented. As much fun as spinning Jayne around had been, Jasmine had other plans for her victim. Besides she need some rest herself. Using a chloroform pad to return Jayne back into a state of unconsciousness, enabled her to finally release Jayne from the wheel, and transfer her to a large bed. Which she tied her victim, VERY securely and spread-eagled, to, again placing the catheter into Jayne’s pussy, before going off to another bed to catch up on some sleep.

Out of the two of them it was actually Jayne who awoke first. Knowing immediately that her troubles were far from over. For she could see precisely nothing and could feel Jasmine’s blindfold over her eyes. Straight away she felt trapped, she just knew that she was held in firm bondage, and had been tied to a bed. And while this bed was covered in a delicious satin sheet that felt so good against her skin, Jayne could take NO satisfaction or enjoyment from this fact. For she was absolutely petrified, and with VERY good reason, she was totally aware that she was still held as Jasmine’s prisoner, completely and utterly in the other woman’s hands and power. It was now her turn to be a “plaything.”

And it wasn’t long before she heard THAT voice, the one belonging to the woman she both hated and feared. “Good morning, Darling,” that term being said in a VERY sarcastic manner, “did you sleep well?”

“What are you going to do to me?” Said very meekly, and then as an afterthought, “Mistress.”

“Well at least it seems that you’ve learnt to show some respect. Pity you choose not to show Alex any, isn’t it? Now, what do you think I should do to you? What would you do in MY position?” After some time, as Jayne had remained silent, “WELL? I’m waiting for an answer!”

“Please Mistress! I really AM sorry! I know I was wrong. Is he alright now?”

“Well that’s a start I suppose. Thank you for your concern. But to answer your question, which I know you’ve only asked because of where you are now, and not out of any REAL interest, no he’s not. You REALLY put him through it, you and those four cows, didn’t you? Yes, he’s physically alright, there’s no real lasting damage done on that score, but he’s a mental wreak right now because of what he’s been through in YOUR hands! So, save your “crocodile” tears, they won’t save you from what I’ve got planned for you. And I’m not sure I’ve quite finished with spinning you around in my wheel just yet, after all you DID enjoy it SO much! I certainly did, and I might fancy a second helping of that fun.

Jayne almost quivered in fear at that last statement of Jasmine’s, please no, NOT the wheel! ANYTHING but that! Jasmine clocked the terrified look upon her face, and that made her mind up, yes Jayne would be returning to “rotary motion” before she’d finished with her. But not for now, Jasmine had other plans for her captive right now.

I believe it’s been mentioned before, but Jasmine possessed levels of strength and stamina far beyond the “average” woman, even one of her, above average height and size. And she was now planning to use that stamina upon her bound prisoner. Remember she’d also just woken from a long and peaceful period of sleep, and was therefore fully refreshed and “recharged” as it were. Basically Jayne had shagged Alex beyond the level of safety and of any possible enjoyment, and now Jasmine intended to “repay the compliment” as it were, and with interest!

Suddenly Jayne felt the blindfold being lifted, not removed note, and again light flooded into her eyes, almost painfully. And soon she was given cause to almost wish to be blinded again, as she saw the suspender clad Jasmine, her stockings held up by a REAL dominatrix style leather corset, fitting her very own strap-on dildo. The one with the clitoris stimulating “attachment.” Her very own “weapon” was clearly about to be used on HER! Jasmine climbed onto the bed and knelt between Jayne’s also nylon covered legs. “Look what I found at your place, is this the one you used on Alex? Don’t worry, I’ve thoroughly dis-infected it! I would want to catch any “germs” from you, now would I?”

“You can’t use that on me!”

“Why not? Isn’t that precisely want it was built for?”

“It’s supposed to be used on a male, not a female!”

“I don’t CARE what it’s supposed to be used for, I’M GOING TO USE IT ON YOU! BECAUSE I CAN! And there’s NOTHING you can do to STOP me!”

At this point Jasmine, after putting Jayne back into total darkness by replacing the blindfold, started to insert the dildo into her captive’s pussy. And NOT in a gentle manner either, she basically RAMMED it in, causing Jayne to scream out in pain. And then Jasmine commenced the “shagging action,” in and out, at rapid speed. The attachment did its job, and Jasmine soon bought herself to an exciting climax. She only paused briefly though, before resuming the action.

Jasmine kept Jayne tied to that bed, and almost constantly shagged for well over three hours, before her own stamina was beginning to fail. Yet again Jayne was clearly completely spent, at the point of utter exhaustion and almost collapse, before her captor at last ceased. She was now crying and whimpering in pain, all resistance gone, humiliated and reduced to begging and pleading. Which just put a MASSIVE smile onto Jasmine’s face, this had gone far better than planned.

But although Jasmine now stopped her purely physical torture, more humiliation was heading in Jayne’s direction. Firstly, Jayne was somebody who prided herself in her appearance. Well now she was covered in sweat, her hair normally so well “groomed” now streaked and matted.

She both looked and felt a complete mess. That HURT! But at least she was released from the bed. Only to have a dog collar placed around her neck, with the matching lead attached. And if Jayne harboured ANY thought of escape, as she was now free from bondage at last, the look on Jasmine’s face TOTALLY destroyed any such ambitions, her Mistress indicating that any such attempt would be dealt with without mercy! Now Jasmine led Jayne into a kitchen area.

For now it was time for the pair of them to eat. However, Jayne would NOT be joining Jasmine at the dinner table. Jasmine fetched her own meal, a portion of home-made paella, she was of Hispanic origins after all, out of the fridge. “Ah, shame there’s only enough for one here. But, don’t worry I’m not SO cruel as to not feed you while you’re my “guest.” I’ve some “special food for you, some I’m reliably informed is nutritious and healthy. If not actually meant for humans.” With that, as she placed her own meal in the microwave, setting it going, she reached for a tin of dog food. In addition to some more canine fare, in the form of some dry dog biscuits. Putting them in a bowl, yes, a dog’s bowl.

Jasmine now placed the bowl on the floor. “You can eat out of that! You know, I once had a dog, a beautiful Bernese Mountain Dog named Luna, and I was thinking of performing some “dog Training” with you, and calling you by that name. But I decided that would be quite an insult. TO LUNA! Anyway, get on with it, I’ve provided, AT MY OWN EXPENSE, food for you, and the very least you can do to repay me is to eat it. Oh, sorry, yes of course you’ll need something to wash it done with!” And then fetched another bowl, just with water inside, and placed it down next to the food bowl. Jayne hesitated. “ON YOUR KNEES!” Jasmine grabbed her and almost pushed her down, and forced her face downwards. “EAT!” As Jasmine used a pair of steel handcuffs to lock Jayne’s ankles together, to effectively stop her from moving anywhere at any sort of speed.

Jayne, VERY reluctantly, began to eat the dog food, as the delicious smell of Jasmine’s meal wafted around her, reducing her to tears. She turned to see Jasmine pouring herself a large glass of crisp dry white wine, which really pushed her over the edge. The cries and tears of humiliation were now totally uncontrollable, as Jasmine simply faced her and gently smiled. Taking a sip of her wine she cruelly taunted, “enjoying your dinner, Sweetheart? I do suggest that you eat it, for you’re getting nothing else. And like I say, it actually IS something that one can live on, it’ll do you NO harm whatsoever.” Hunger finally did overcome humiliation and Jayne finally began to eat, most of it to be honest, just leaving a small portion.

Meanwhile, making sure her prisoner could see, Jasmine tucked in to her own food. And totally exaggerated her enjoyment of it, rubbing Jayne’s “nose right in it.” And she could clearly see, to her great delight that she’d broken the other girl. ALL of Jayne’s resistance had vanished, the torture and humiliation had proved too much. She was simply now whimpering and shaking, in terror of what her captor might do next.

“Right, listen now and listen good. I think you’ve had enough and just might have learnt your lesson. But I want a promise from you NEVER to go ANYWAY near Alex again. If you see him, you go across to the other side of the road! Got it?”

“Yes Mistress.” A more pathetic, pleading voice, Jasmine had never heard before.

“And one more thing, I need your help.”

“Anything Mistress, please.”

“As I said earlier, I want Sophie sacked. Somebody who is prepared to do what she DID, and clearly enjoying it has NO business as a health worker. And before you try and make any bullshit claims about “double standards” because of what I’ve done to you, remember that I was PROVOKED. By what you and those four sluts did to Alex. Right? You’re going to make and sign a FULL statement detailing what SHE did to him.”

“I can’t do that Mistress, she’s a friend of mine!”

“I see. Well I’ll just go and have to prepare my wheel again, then won’t I?”

“No Mistress, not THAT! I beg you Mistress!” Jayne was literally shaking in terror.

“My statement?”

“Yes Mistress. Yes I’ll sign anything you want, Mistress!”

“Good. Now sit here,” pointing to a chair.

Jayne had to drag herself across to where Jasmine waited, her ankles were cuffed together, remember. Jasmine helped her to sit on it, then cuffed her arms behind her, and tied the chain of the cuffs to a stay of the chair. “Now, just stay there please before I go and write your “statement,” having taken done some details from her prisoner.

Minutes later Jasmine returned, a piece of paper in her hand. Containing a full written statement from “Jayne,” giving details of just what Sophie Edwards had done to Alex Archer, and that she ( Jayne ) accepted that NO health professional should EVER behave in such a manner. And, of course, it was addressed to just the right people, the ones who had the power to dismiss Sophie. Jasmine placed in front of Jayne, allowed her to read it, then released her right hand from bondage. “SIGN IT!”

“No, I can’t She’ll get into trouble!”

“She’ll lose her job, that’s what I want. And then she’ll blame YOU! Perfect!”

“Well I’m NOT signing that!”

“You know, I was rather hoping you’d say that. My wheel is getting lonely!”

“No Mistress, please not that!”

“SIGN!” And Jayne did.

“Well, well. Or should that be “wheel, wheel!” My one regret here is that I won’t be present when Sophie is dismissed or finds out that it was you who betrayed her! I expect that she won’t be best pleased, and, it’s such a shame because, by all accounts, she’s an excellent physio, with what would have been good career prospects in front of her. But, not now, and it’s ALL down to YOU!”

Jasmine returned Jayne’s right arm into bondage. “Well, just look at you eh? What a bloody state! Mind if I take a few snaps as a memento, by the way? I mean, I’m going to anyway, but hey, it’s polite to ask, isn’t it?” Jasmine did so, then, having remembered to bring Jayne’s ’phone when she’d taken its owner prisoner, she transferred ALL of Jayne’s social media contacts onto her own device. “If I hear ANY word that you’ve mentioned just what has occurred to you over this last few days to ANYBODY, I’ll light up your media world with these images! Got it?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good. Because, I don’t know about you, but I’ve thoroughly enjoyed myself. And after all,

REVENGE IS A DISH BEST TASTED COLD!”

[Ak610]

Jasmine was gone for a couple of hours, which seemed to drag on like a couple of days for the bound Jayne. Eventually she heard the sound of a key turning in the door, but it wasn’t long at all before the relief she felt at her time of waiting coming to an end was completely dissipated! For Jasmine was absolutely furious, even more so than before, therefore her hopes of this torture coming to an end were obviously, completely dashed!

Jasmine almost ripped out both the drip and catheter, released the wheel’s brake, and resumed the spinning, without even switching off the spotlight or removing the gag from her captive’s mouth. Thankfully she soon accepted the danger of this, that Jayne might vomit and with nowhere for the product of such action to go, be at risk of choking to death. For while Jasmine FULLY wished to punish her prisoner, she wasn’t planning to take things so far as to actually murder her. So, Jasmine stopped the spinning, untied the stocking holding her panties inside of Jayne’s mouth and removed them. Jayne gasped for breath, but before she could enjoy any feeling of relief, Jasmine started to spin the wheel once again. Keeping it going for about ten minutes.

Again when Jasmine stopped Jayne had no chance to savour the moment, for Jasmine drew her own face level with that of her captor, and stared her straight into her eyes. “You really are one EVIL bitch, aren’t you? As if what you did to him yourself wasn’t bad enough, you let, no encouraged, those other four sluts to treat Alex like a “plaything,” something not human that exists purely for the satisfaction of your five sick and perverted minds! Well none of them are here, I can’t punish any of the other four apart from ensuring that Sophie gets the sack, but you ARE! And now you’re going to PAY!”

Jasmine switched out the spotlight, but back on went the blindfold, and Jasmine also replaced the vibrator into Jayne’s pussy and fastened it there! Another fifteen minute period of being spun whilst also being bought to climax followed, before Jasmine finally relented. As much fun as spinning Jayne around had been, Jasmine had other plans for her victim. Besides she need some rest herself. Using a chloroform pad to return Jayne back into a state of unconsciousness, enabled her to finally release Jayne from the wheel, and transfer her to a large bed. Which she tied her victim, VERY securely and spread-eagled, to, again placing the catheter into Jayne’s pussy, before going off to another bed to catch up on some sleep.

Out of the two of them it was actually Jayne who awoke first. Knowing immediately that her troubles were far from over. For she could see precisely nothing and could feel Jasmine’s blindfold over her eyes. Straight away she felt trapped, she just knew that she was held in firm bondage, and had been tied to a bed. And while this bed was covered in a delicious satin sheet that felt so good against her skin, Jayne could take NO satisfaction or enjoyment from this fact. For she was absolutely petrified, and with VERY good reason, she was totally aware that she was still held as Jasmine’s prisoner, completely and utterly in the other woman’s hands and power. It was now her turn to be a “plaything.”

And it wasn’t long before she heard THAT voice, the one belonging to the woman she both hated and feared. “Good morning, Darling,” that term being said in a VERY sarcastic manner, “did you sleep well?”

“What are you going to do to me?” Said very meekly, and then as an afterthought, “Mistress.”

“Well at least it seems that you’ve learnt to show some respect. Pity you choose not to show Alex any, isn’t it? Now, what do you think I should do to you? What would you do in MY position?” After some time, as Jayne had remained silent, “WELL? I’m waiting for an answer!”

“Please Mistress! I really AM sorry! I know I was wrong. Is he alright now?”

“Well that’s a start I suppose. Thank you for your concern. But to answer your question, which I know you’ve only asked because of where you are now, and not out of any REAL interest, no he’s not. You REALLY put him through it, you and those four cows, didn’t you? Yes, he’s physically alright, there’s no real lasting damage done on that score, but he’s a mental wreak right now because of what he’s been through in YOUR hands! So, save your “crocodile” tears, they won’t save you from what I’ve got planned for you. And I’m not sure I’ve quite finished with spinning you around in my wheel just yet, after all you DID enjoy it SO much! I certainly did, and I might fancy a second helping of that fun.

Jayne almost quivered in fear at that last statement of Jasmine’s, please no, NOT the wheel! ANYTHING but that! Jasmine clocked the terrified look upon her face, and that made her mind up, yes Jayne would be returning to “rotary motion” before she’d finished with her. But not for now, Jasmine had other plans for her captive right now.

I believe it’s been mentioned before, but Jasmine possessed levels of strength and stamina far beyond the “average” woman, even one of her, above average height and size. And she was now planning to use that stamina upon her bound prisoner. Remember she’d also just woken from a long and peaceful period of sleep, and was therefore fully refreshed and “recharged” as it were. Basically Jayne had shagged Alex beyond the level of safety and of any possible enjoyment, and now Jasmine intended to “repay the compliment” as it were, and with interest!

Suddenly Jayne felt the blindfold being lifted, not removed note, and again light flooded into her eyes, almost painfully. And soon she was given cause to almost wish to be blinded again, as she saw the suspender clad Jasmine, her stockings held up by a REAL dominatrix style leather corset, fitting her very own strap-on dildo. The one with the clitoris stimulating “attachment.” Her very own “weapon” was clearly about to be used on HER! Jasmine climbed onto the bed and knelt between Jayne’s also nylon covered legs. “Look what I found at your place, is this the one you used on Alex? Don’t worry, I’ve thoroughly dis-infected it! I would want to catch any “germs” from you, now would I?”

“You can’t use that on me!”

“Why not? Isn’t that precisely want it was built for?”

“It’s supposed to be used on a male, not a female!”

“I don’t CARE what it’s supposed to be used for, I’M GOING TO USE IT ON YOU! BECAUSE I CAN! And there’s NOTHING you can do to STOP me!”

At this point Jasmine, after putting Jayne back into total darkness by replacing the blindfold, started to insert the dildo into her captive’s pussy. And NOT in a gentle manner either, she basically RAMMED it in, causing Jayne to scream out in pain. And then Jasmine commenced the “shagging action,” in and out, at rapid speed. The attachment did its job, and Jasmine soon bought herself to an exciting climax. She only paused briefly though, before resuming the action.

Jasmine kept Jayne tied to that bed, and almost constantly shagged for well over three hours, before her own stamina was beginning to fail. Yet again Jayne was clearly completely spent, at the point of utter exhaustion and almost collapse, before her captor at last ceased. She was now crying and whimpering in pain, all resistance gone, humiliated and reduced to begging and pleading. Which just put a MASSIVE smile onto Jasmine’s face, this had gone far better than planned.

But although Jasmine now stopped her purely physical torture, more humiliation was heading in Jayne’s direction. Firstly, Jayne was somebody who prided herself in her appearance. Well now she was covered in sweat, her hair normally so well “groomed” now streaked and matted.

She both looked and felt a complete mess. That HURT! But at least she was released from the bed. Only to have a dog collar placed around her neck, with the matching lead attached. And if Jayne harboured ANY thought of escape, as she was now free from bondage at last, the look on Jasmine’s face TOTALLY destroyed any such ambitions, her Mistress indicating that any such attempt would be dealt with without mercy! Now Jasmine led Jayne into a kitchen area.

For now it was time for the pair of them to eat. However, Jayne would NOT be joining Jasmine at the dinner table. Jasmine fetched her own meal, a portion of home-made paella, she was of Hispanic origins after all, out of the fridge. “Ah, shame there’s only enough for one here. But, don’t worry I’m not SO cruel as to not feed you while you’re my “guest.” I’ve some “special food for you, some I’m reliably informed is nutritious and healthy. If not actually meant for humans.” With that, as she placed her own meal in the microwave, setting it going, she reached for a tin of dog food. In addition to some more canine fare, in the form of some dry dog biscuits. Putting them in a bowl, yes, a dog’s bowl.

Jasmine now placed the bowl on the floor. “You can eat out of that! You know, I once had a dog, a beautiful Bernese Mountain Dog named Luna, and I was thinking of performing some “dog Training” with you, and calling you by that name. But I decided that would be quite an insult. TO LUNA! Anyway, get on with it, I’ve provided, AT MY OWN EXPENSE, food for you, and the very least you can do to repay me is to eat it. Oh, sorry, yes of course you’ll need something to wash it done with!” And then fetched another bowl, just with water inside, and placed it down next to the food bowl. Jayne hesitated. “ON YOUR KNEES!” Jasmine grabbed her and almost pushed her down, and forced her face downwards. “EAT!” As Jasmine used a pair of steel handcuffs to lock Jayne’s ankles together, to effectively stop her from moving anywhere at any sort of speed.

Jayne, VERY reluctantly, began to eat the dog food, as the delicious smell of Jasmine’s meal wafted around her, reducing her to tears. She turned to see Jasmine pouring herself a large glass of crisp dry white wine, which really pushed her over the edge. The cries and tears of humiliation were now totally uncontrollable, as Jasmine simply faced her and gently smiled. Taking a sip of her wine she cruelly taunted, “enjoying your dinner, Sweetheart? I do suggest that you eat it, for you’re getting nothing else. And like I say, it actually IS something that one can live on, it’ll do you NO harm whatsoever.” Hunger finally did overcome humiliation and Jayne finally began to eat, most of it to be honest, just leaving a small portion.

Meanwhile, making sure her prisoner could see, Jasmine tucked in to her own food. And totally exaggerated her enjoyment of it, rubbing Jayne’s “nose right in it.” And she could clearly see, to her great delight that she’d broken the other girl. ALL of Jayne’s resistance had vanished, the torture and humiliation had proved too much. She was simply now whimpering and shaking, in terror of what her captor might do next.

“Right, listen now and listen good. I think you’ve had enough and just might have learnt your lesson. But I want a promise from you NEVER to go ANYWAY near Alex again. If you see him, you go across to the other side of the road! Got it?”

“Yes Mistress.” A more pathetic, pleading voice, Jasmine had never heard before.

“And one more thing, I need your help.”

“Anything Mistress, please.”

“As I said earlier, I want Sophie sacked. Somebody who is prepared to do what she DID, and clearly enjoying it has NO business as a health worker. And before you try and make any bullshit claims about “double standards” because of what I’ve done to you, remember that I was PROVOKED. By what you and those four sluts did to Alex. Right? You’re going to make and sign a FULL statement detailing what SHE did to him.”

“I can’t do that Mistress, she’s a friend of mine!”

“I see. Well I’ll just go and have to prepare my wheel again, then won’t I?”

“No Mistress, not THAT! I beg you Mistress!” Jayne was literally shaking in terror.

“My statement?”

“Yes Mistress. Yes I’ll sign anything you want, Mistress!”

“Good. Now sit here,” pointing to a chair.

Jayne had to drag herself across to where Jasmine waited, her ankles were cuffed together, remember. Jasmine helped her to sit on it, then cuffed her arms behind her, and tied the chain of the cuffs to a stay of the chair. “Now, just stay there please before I go and write your “statement,” having taken done some details from her prisoner.

Minutes later Jasmine returned, a piece of paper in her hand. Containing a full written statement from “Jayne,” giving details of just what Sophie Edwards had done to Alex Archer, and that she ( Jayne ) accepted that NO health professional should EVER behave in such a manner. And, of course, it was addressed to just the right people, the ones who had the power to dismiss Sophie. Jasmine placed in front of Jayne, allowed her to read it, then released her right hand from bondage. “SIGN IT!”

“No, I can’t She’ll get into trouble!”

“She’ll lose her job, that’s what I want. And then she’ll blame YOU! Perfect!”

“Well I’m NOT signing that!”

“You know, I was rather hoping you’d say that. My wheel is getting lonely!”

“No Mistress, please not that!”

“SIGN!” And Jayne did.

“Well, well. Or should that be “wheel, wheel!” My one regret here is that I won’t be present when Sophie is dismissed or finds out that it was you who betrayed her! I expect that she won’t be best pleased, and, it’s such a shame because, by all accounts, she’s an excellent physio, with what would have been good career prospects in front of her. But, not now, and it’s ALL down to YOU!”

Jasmine returned Jayne’s right arm into bondage. “Well, just look at you eh? What a bloody state! Mind if I take a few snaps as a memento, by the way? I mean, I’m going to anyway, but hey, it’s polite to ask, isn’t it?” Jasmine did so, then, having remembered to bring Jayne’s ’phone when she’d taken its owner prisoner, she transferred ALL of Jayne’s social media contacts onto her own device. “If I hear ANY word that you’ve mentioned just what has occurred to you over this last few days to ANYBODY, I’ll light up your media world with these images! Got it?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good. Because, I don’t know about you, but I’ve thoroughly enjoyed myself. And after all,

REVENGE IS A DISH BEST TASTED COLD!”

Fantastic