Rita phoned me a few days later, in fact it was Friday. "I found our darling Laura. She checked into a clinic to receive treatment for a whipped pussy." I frowned. "It seems she insulted one of my oldest clients." ....Who is that?"..."It was Rose Barnes, she owns a fashion store in the Mall. She was here for a group just last week."...."Rose Barnes, yes I remember seeing that name."..."Well after the focus group was finished, Rose inquired about Laura. I told her she was available; Rose could take her into room 212, where she could use her in any manner she wished. Laura did a good job sucking my friend's pussy, but she refused to suck her husband's cock."...."Uhoh!"...."And that's how Laura got her pussy whipped and why she's been out all week. The doctor at the clinic is another friend of mine. She comes to a lot of parties."...."Well I'm sure she'll recover, and be back to work. I am sure she needs the pay."


Another thing Pete, I want you to come to my apartment immediately after work. Are you wearing those red panties?"...."Yes Ma'am."

I did as told. After work I was kneeling in Ms. Taylor's living room, clad in the ordered attire. The boss lady had on a one piece red latex outfit, which was so tight, her nipples could be detected, and I don't see how she could be wearing any panties. She looked down between my legs, and my face matched the color of my panties. "Nice cock Pete, I know why Laura practically raped you in the kitchen." I dared not say anything. "But there is just one thing. She raised her voice. You will not fuck Laura on my time! Furthermore, her cunt belongs to me!. It's up to me, if, when and where you fuck her!"...I gulped, "Yes Ma'am."

Then reaching under the upholstered chair she pulled out a thick black collar, and placed it around my neck, tight enough not to choke me. She hooked a leash to the o-ring and led me on all fours down a hallway to a oaken wooden door. Pushing the door open, my mind was opened to a whole new world. It was a dungeon, which was dark except four halogen lights in the ceiling, red, blue, green and yellow. The room was filled with every bdsm device known. Paddles, whips, cuffs, clamps, dildos and plugs hung from a peg board. A dark red carpet made it easy on my knees when she led me in there.

The first place she led me was a sturdy looking spanking bench, with leather cuffs attached to the four legs. Ordering me over it, she secured me to it. What followed was a stiff spanking with a hard leather paddle. "I see you like this huh Pete?" She reached between my legs and squeezed my hard cock. What could I say but "Yes Ma'am."

The next place was two chains hanging from the ceiling. Expecting her to suspend me by my wrists, she surprised me by having me lie face up on the floor. She then hooked my legs around to iron shackles. "Let's see how your cock likes this slave!" She pushed a button and I felt the upward pull on my legs. In ten seconds I was suspended by my ankles with my head a foot off the floor.

She kackled. "Think Laura would like to see you like this." She patted my cock. "It's still hard." She then twisted my balls and slapped them. My cock shrank. She held it between her thumb and forefinger. "You can't fuck anyone with this piece of shit!"

"Oh I've got something for you Pete." She held up a butt-plug. "Think these twelve inches will go up your ass, Pete? I gulped. I felt my butt-cheeks part, and a bulbous object held at the entrance to my anus. She then held it to my mouth. 'Get it nice and lubricated, you'll thank me later. My saliva coated the entire length. She then pointed it back to my nether hole and shoved it in. I groaned. She then pulled it out. "I forgot something." She smeared something else on the plug. "It's hot pepper Pete." I cringed a bit the plug slid right in. In a few minutes I felt the hot pepper in my ass. When I began to wail too loud, she took my panties and stuffed them in my mouth. "Can't have you disturbing the neighbors."

While was in this upside down position, Mistress Rita took a flogger off a hook and proceeded to flog me everywhere, back, buttocks, thighs, chest, stomach and cock as I spun around while plugged with hot pepper in my ass.

I lost sense of time when she finally let me down. Once again she led me by the leash into another room with an iron cage which I estimated was a 4by4 feet. She unlocked the gate and ordered me in. When I curled up inside, I could still feel the hot pepper.

"Be a good slave, I'll be back to check on you later."