Strict

(The third part of Della's Dominion. Part 1 is Haughty, part 2 is Cruel.)

He answered his phone before the second ring. He recognized the number from the day before and made a mental note to add it to his contacts.

"Hello..." Why so breathless? Couldn't he muster a modicum of self-control?

"Frankie," Della began, her voice brusque, as if she were the only one with things to do that day. He was at work, for chrissake! And he hated the name she had started using that morning.

"Go to HR now. Get a change form for direct deposit." She paused. Was she waiting for an acknowledgment?

"Yes, Miss..." he was going to say "Miss Della," but she interrupted him.

"And be home by five o'clock." She hung up.

Frank wanted to protest; he would have to leave work a half-hour early. But then, immediately, reflexively, he felt remorse. His irritation had evaporated like the sound of her voice. He missed it already.

He hadn't been able to focus on his work beyond the first hour. The fierce concentration with which he threw himself into his current project had been an attempted distraction from the sense of alarm that had been growing since the evening before. And, as is usual in such circumstances, it hadn't worked.

What was Della doing to him? What was she after? That she had an agenda had become perfectly clear. And why was Frank going along with it?

Frank thought about everything that had happened since he'd met her for dinner the night before. It was astonishing, if you looked at it rationally, but Frank's rational thought didn't get very far before astonishment turned to awe and awe to desire. His cock was hard now.

What's wrong with me, he thought, as if he could change somehow, as if he wanted to. Why did her abuse excite him more than anything else had ever done? In almost four years with Susan, two of those years as a married couple, he had never been so aroused.

In just that one evening, Della had ordered him around, taken over his apartment, kept him naked, and teased him mercilessly. Somehow, she had given him the idea that he could lick her pussy, as if that were the world's highest privilege, but it hadn't happened yet; perhaps it never would.

She hadn't let him sleep with her; she had banished him from his own bedroom! And he'd waited on her, hand and foot, like her personal maid. The only sex they'd had was a hand job she gave him that she ruined by not letting him come. And she had spanked him with a wooden spoon, for "disobedience."

And here he sat with a raging boner, unable to work, unable to think of anything but Della and what she might do to him next.

He had to ring his apartment from the street to be buzzed into the building. The apartment door was closed, so he had to ring the doorbell. He looked at his watch, impatient and irritated. It was five o'clock exactly.

"Come in, Mr. Schiavo." A large middle-aged African-American woman held the door for him. "And remove your clothes," she added as he entered, brushing against her large breasts unavoidably in the small vestibule.

Frank, surprised to be met by a stranger at his own door, tried to regain his balance. Who is this woman? Where's Della? From what little he could see of his living room, it had been rearranged. He took a step forward, only to be blocked by the woman, who sidestepped to halt him.

"Miss Della Frusta asked that you remove your clothes before entering," she said in a calm, firm voice.

"What?... Oh," said Frank, grasping all at once that Big Lady was a surrogate for Della, that Della's rules were in full force regardless of company, and that once again he was without agency. He could only comply.

It was so humiliating! But Frank relished it. Had Della done this to him, turned him into a submissive pervert, or had she just tapped what she knew was already there? Either way, he could feel his arousal mounting as his cock swelled.

He began undressing while sizing up his companion, who stood in the doorway fully clothed, and watched him dispassionately. Almost his height, she must have outweighed him by more than a few pounds, but she looked physically strong despite the abundance of soft curves. Her face was attractive, with large, widespread eyes and lush, full lips, but her makeup was a bit smudged; her eye makeup needed a touch-up.

By the time he was completely naked, he was as proud of his meek compliance as he was of his raging boner, and he was thrilled to display both to this lovey amazon.

His concupiscence altered everything. Now, gazing impudently in his watcher's face, he was certain that she had been eating Della's pussy! That would explain the tangy scent in the air as well as the shine on her nose and chin. He was sick with envy!

She was looking him over as well, and Frank could tell she liked what she saw. Her gaze returned to his eight-inch erection more than once. He was glad Della had made him shave down there; it now looked even more impressive.

She unconsciously licked her lips, and Frank, who already thought her mouth looked kissable, upgraded it to fuckable. Hell, everything about her was fuckable.

She held out her hand. "The payroll form," she pronounced, sounding it like a demand rather than a request.

"Oh!" Frank said, with a pang of shame. He should have taken it out of his coat pocket before stripping, he realized, as he fumbled with his discarded clothes to retrieve it.

He handed it to her silently, fighting the urge to apologize. He sensed that would only make him weaker in her eyes.

She stepped aside, entering the living room ahead of him and allowing him past her. The room had been altered significantly. There was a new futon along the far wall, a large coatrack adjacent to the entryway, and most dramatically, there was a large high-backed armchair in black leather, prominently positioned to command the room.

On that seat sat Della, enthroned, and attired like fetishist's dream: a red leather corset that made her slim figure an hour-glass-shape with her small breasts pushed up over the top of their cups, and thigh-high back leather boots, replete with buckles and straps. Between boots and corset was nothing, just the pale, olive-toned skin of her smooth thighs.

Frank was rather stunned, not just by her outfit, but also by the way her hair was pinned back away from her face, giving her pointed features an even more severe appearance, augmented by her makeup: heavy eye shadow and black lipstick.

She looked so stern and forbidding that Frank felt weak in the knees, his only thought to please her in any way he could.

She uncrossed her legs and placed her feet wide apart, displaying a big hairy muff of shiny black curls. With the riding crop she held in her hand, Della pointed to the floor in front of her and said, "Come, both of you."

With Frank at her left foot and the big lady at her right, she nudged Frank's arm with the crop to turn him to face the other woman. "This is Madison Monroe. She's here to take care of the paperwork. She's one of my attorney's paralegals. And a notary public."

In a rather lewd display, she placed the end flap of her crop between her legs, slipped it into her nest of pubic hair, and slid it up and down.

"I call her Maddie, but you will address her as Miss Madison."

She held the crop up, placing the flap, damp and glistening, under Frank's nose. He could smell her excitement.

"Go with Maddie. She will tell you what to do. When you have completed every task obediently, I will reward you."

She dipped the crop's end into her hairy honeypot again, and applied her nectar to his lips. He tasted it. He could think of no better incentive.

Having finished with her instructions, Della nodded to Madison, who took Frank's erect cock in hand and used it to lead him to the kitchen's breakfast nook, where she sat him down at a stack of papers.

"First, sign this," she said, placing the payroll direct deposit form in front of him and handing him a pen.

Despite the heady eroticism of being manipulated by his cock in the hands of a BBW MILF, Frank's brain was teeming with trepidation. He was no dummy; he knew he was getting into very deep waters.

Seeing the blank form before him, Frank wanted to know where his pay was going to be redirected, and was about to voice his not inconsiderable concern, when Maddie put a finger to his lips.

"Shhh," she whispered, bending close. "Don't say anything, or she won't let you eat her out." Her breath was hot in his ear. "Save your questions for after."

That sounded like good advice to Frank, who had already admitted to himself that he would end up doing everything they wanted anyway, no matter how much resistance he put up first. Besides, there were laws to protect even idiots from all kinds of scams, weren't there? Surely, he could always change his payroll back if he didn't like how things were going.

He signed it. Maddie picked it up and embossed it with her notary stamp before placing it in the open folder to his right. Then she took a document from the stack to his left and placed it in front of him.

This was a banking form to change his checking and savings accounts to be jointly owned by him and Ms. E. Della Frusta. He signed this too. That was followed by beneficiary forms for his investments and insurance.

The penultimate paper was a rental agreement Della had already signed. A paper clip attached a receipt for the amount of $600 paid to his account. That wasn't much. Was it just for a couple of days? A week? He counter-signed; he could ask later. He was almost done.

The last document looked like a contract but it was pretty short and very odd. It used he terms "Patron" for Della and "Guest" for Frank. Maddie didn't let him peruse it sufficiently, but what he saw of it had words like "obedient" and "punishment."

With a mental shrug, Frank signed and was done.

Madison placed the folder in her briefcase and, smiling somewhat mockingly, said, "Good boy. Now come along and get your reward."

He stood up and she grasped him by the cock again and led him back to Della. His cock, having deflated a little during the signing, twitched to full extension at her touch.

He's showing his mistress proper respect, Madison mused, squeezing the magnificent organ as she ceremoniously presented him to the enthroned goddess.

"The boy has completed his tasks as you directed, Miss. He behaved correctly throughout." Madison was proud of the role she had played so far and was looking forward to participate further in Frank's subjugation.

Della smiled beneficently on her two disciples. "Well done!"

She spread her knees invitingly, draping her legs over the arms of her chair. Frank's and Madison's eyes were drawn to the dark patch of fragrant fur she exposed, and the trail leading to her tiny brown anus below.

"Come here, Frankie," she beckoned, "Come and taste me."

Frank got down on his hands and knees and buried his face in her slick pussy. Her damp folds parted easily. His lips, his chin, and the tip of his nose were inside her, enveloped in her wet warmth. His tongue delved deep, searching for the source of her flow, scooping up pools of tangy effluence. He felt her swollen clit press against the bridge of his nose and instinctively rocked against it, giving it friction.

"Ahhh," Della sighed, thinking that Susan hadn't lied about the boy's oral talent. This was top-notch, professional-grade pussy eating.

She paced her hand on the back of his head, but having no need to guide him, she ran her fingers through his hair, murmuring, "Yes, oh yes, you're a good boy. Mmm, yes, just like that."

Frank was so enthralled that he hardly noticed what Della was saying. But then her tone changed and, while continuing to lap avidly at her scrumptious cunt, he began to pay close attention.

"You're mine, now." were the words that grabbed his attention. "For as long as you serve my purpose and obey me."

He felt the urge to lick her even harder. Her juices were flowing freely; he could hear her breath becoming erratic. But she continued calmly, as if instructing him.

"You will adapt quickly to my control; it's what you've needed and always wanted. To be owned."

He was mildly shocked, but his throbbing cock and his hungry tongue resonated to this truth and quelled the faint voice of denial in a distant corner of his mind.

Della, even in her euphoric state - she was close to achieving her first of what she knew would be a number of sublime orgasms - was in control. This was everything she desired: a man in her thrall, enthusiastic cunt-worship, and a captive audience upon whom to expound the perfection of her power.

"You will live here with me and serve me." She could tell with absolute certainty that Frank was already conquered.

She locked eyes with Madison briefly before her eyes rolled back and her eyelids fluttered as her first orgasm washed over her.

Madison's smiling lips parted as she gasped softly in sympathy with the goddess's bliss. Watching Della's manipulative mastery over the younger man was not only titillating, but highly instructive. Madison was a mere novice by comparison.

Della's breath caught slightly as she came, but then she continued her exposition on the fate of Mr. Frank Schiavo.

"Yes, all is as it should be. I own you now." Her muscles had relaxed again and her gushing cunt had calmed, like a lake after a storm has passed.

"Everything is mine. You are dependent on me and my benevolence." She smiled.

Frank couldn't see the smile, but he could hear it in her voice. He was listening. Her voice and her words were somehow melding with the enthralling flavor of the flooding juices of her obvious climax and the addicting intoxication brought on by the knowledge that he had made her come.

"Did you know? Maddie here is the one who came up with how to take your apartment without the tax implications."

She moaned; Frank was focused on sucking her clitoris hard and letting his teeth graze it. He enjoyed feeling her tremorous spasms. Her thighs quivered against his ears and her deep cunt convulsed around his probing tongue.

"It's a long-term lease. It won't revert to your control for fifty years. And it's all paid in advance at one dollar per month."

If Frank had thought about it, he would have understood why Della and Madison were grinning at each other. But he was lost in pussy-licking, fully immersed in the most fulfilling quest of his life, that of giving Della another orgasm. It was literally all he cared about.

"I control your finances too," Della continued, "so you're going to have to be careful. You don't want to end up out on the street." She chuckled. "And any deviation from my directives will be met with severe punishment."

Frank was able to follow the monologue with half his brain while the other half sought to prove himself worthy of her domination. He flapped his tongue wildly while pressing his face against her clit, in a rocking motion that helped him breathe.

"You already know how much I enjoy punishing you..." Her beath was becoming rapid and shallow again. "Any infraction," she gasped excitedly, "or none at all... Ohhhh!" She came again, drenching Frank's face with steamy goodness.

Finally, after three more orgasms accompanied by threats of strict discipline, she pushed him away. He lay there, jaw aching, panting, and even though his cock was still hard and unrelieved, he felt satisfied. What better reward than making his domina come?

"Look, he's still hard!" Madison exclaimed.

"He knows better than to come without permission," Della replied lazily, through her sated smile.

"Don't you, boy?" she added, addressing Frank.

"Yes, Miss," he answered weakly. He remembered what had happened the night before and that she had yet to mete out his punishment for that transgression.

"Tell her why." The spark of mischief had returned to Della's eye.

"Because boy cum is disgusting... and because boys..." He tried to recall how Della had explained it to him. "Boys lack the capacity for multiple orgasms and they're more obedient when they're kept horny. "

Was that true? Conscious of both his obedience and his arousal, he thought, maybe there's something to it. It seemed so academic, so remote from the overpowering need for, and the satisfaction he felt in, pleasing her.

Della smiled. This one is definitely a keeper, she mused. "Much easier to train them this way," she told Madison.

"I wish I could get my husband to appreciate that," Madison complained.

She had talked David into trying a Female-Led Relationship, but he'd taken it as a game that he tired of after a few weeks. She still controlled the finances, but that had become more of a chore than anything else. And David had totally reasserted himself in the bedroom. I'm a victim of my own libido, she realized.

"David is a much harder nut to crack," said Della, "Those domineering types have to be broken first. This ones easy. Twenty-four hours and he's already putty in my hands."

That reminded Frank that he needed to assert himself. Well, he thought, maybe not "assert" as such, but surely he could at least voice some of the questions that Miss Madison had told he could ask later.

"Um... Miss Della?" he began tentatively.

Della smiled down on Frank, who had got back on his knees, looking every bit like a worshipful supplicant.

"Yes? You wish to speak?" God, I love this, she thought as he nodded hopefully. "You may speak." Her voice was dripping with benevolent condescension.

"Well... I was wondering... um, where my paychecks are going to be deposited."

Della's tone remained light, but took a humorous turn. "Oh, you were, were you? "

She chuckled in a throaty way that cranked Frank's desire up a notch.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about that." She smiled down on him so sweetly that he felt his heart actually flutter.

Referring to herself in the third person, Della continued, "That's Miss Della's concern. You just work hard and earn as much as you can; Miss Della will take care of the rest."

The glint of resolution in her eye should have warned Frank. But he ignored it. Her aloof expression increased his desire to throw himself on her mercy.

"But isn't it..." he began, wanting to present a humble petition, but, "WHACK!" He was forcefully interrupted by a resounding slap across his left cheek.

It was the shock more than the pain that brought tears to his eyes. But it reassured him in some way, reminding him of his proper place, reasserting her authority, and refocusing his will to what mattered most: her pleasure.

Frank's humiliation was a turn-on for all three of them. Madison loved the way he groveled. She wished to have men at her feet like that. Della felt immense satisfaction, loving the way he had flinched when she struck him. And Frank recognized the sadistic pleasure Della got from inflicting pain and humiliation.

Whether it was simply that knowledge or whether lessons learned in Sunday school also played a part, Frank literally turned the other cheek.

"Thank you, Miss. May I have another?" he said. He looked Della directly in the eye, hoping to see confirmation of her pleasure.

Della took his glance as impudence, and so delivered a much harder slap, backhanded, which caused actual harm. Frank fell over to the left, tasting blood in his mouth.

Both of the women felt the rush of arousal throbbing deep inside, wetting their pulsing pussies. And even Frank, seeing Della's lust, felt a libidinous surge. Is this what a masochist feels? Frank asked himself.

"Wow," said Madison, "does he want you to hurt him?"

"He wants whatever I want," Della replied. Had he really come that far already? she wondered.

"Really?" Madison was skeptical, as much as she wanted it to be true.

Della tested him. "Any more questions, boy?"

"No, miss," Frankie answered meekly. He really didn't care. He wanted her answer to be true. He looked up at her with a keen longing.

"You see," Della addressed Madison, "he has agreed to obey me, but that's not enough for me." She stood. She towered over him.

Is she going to spit on me again? Frank wondered. He thought of that moment the day before as a turning point. That was when he had sensed that she enjoyed inflicting humiliation. That's why he had swallowed her spittle. Now he wanted to do it again.

Looking down at his upturned, eager face, she said matter-of-factly, "I want you to lick Madison's asshole."

"You don't mind, do you?" she asked politely, turning to Madison.

"Not at all!" Madison enthused.

She was already loosening her pants. She turned, pulled them down and leaned over on the righthand armrest of Della's chair, displaying her ample derriere.

Frank was taken with the size of it. Broad and round, it was a surfeit of femininity. Her skin was taut in that position with a rich caramel-brown color that grew darker in the deep cleft that separated the hemispheres. He noted the crepey skin and cellulite undulations that marked her thighs in contrast. How old is she? he wondered.

Madison reached behind with both hands to expose her pleasure valley with it's puckered bullseye of dark brown, contrasting beautifully with the lighter, almost yellow flesh around it. As Frank drew near, the smell of her ass and pussy began to penetrate, asserting itself through the background of Della's abundant effluence he carried, dried on his face. Mmm, pussy with subtle notes of distinction, differing from Della's, plus the smell of sweat and the earthy, pungency of asshole. His mouth watered.

He pressed his face into her fertile valley and began licking, first vertically, swiping up and down the broad cleft, tasting her sweat, bitter and salty, and feeling the tight, raised ring of her rosebud as he swabbed over it.

Madison moaned, appropriately, encouragingly. To her, it was magical, the anticipation thrilling.

Then he honed in on her sphincter, her secret portal, and began running his tongue around and around the ridge that marked her puckered orifice. He pressed his tongue ever harder, pushing at its center, eagerly encouraging it to relax for him and yield to his probing.

As it opened up to him, he dipped his tongue-tip inside her and drilled, like a miner, for access to her hidden depths. Soon she was gaping and his tongue was inside, swabbing the walls of her rectum, making her moans rise in pitch and volume. His cock was dripping with excitement as was her beautiful, shaved pussy.

Frank couldn't see it, but he could hear Madison rubbing her pussy. He literally heard the squish of her lips parting and her fingers seeking and pressing on her cum-button to summon a crashing wave of orgasmic release.

He rode her climax with his tongue up her chute until the quakes subsided and she straightened herself and dislodge him from her backside.

"Thank you, Miss Madison," he said, breathing heavily, grateful not only for the pleasure of performing analingus, but also for the fact that he had managed to avoid coming himself.

Madison ignored him but, still panting, thanked Della. "Mmm, I really needed that. He's very talented." Noticing her juices and his precum on the floor, she added, "I think someone has some cleaning to do."

Della was thinking ahead. "Want to watch him come first?" she asked, raising one eyebrow.

Sensing Della's conspiratorial vibe, Madison nodded archly. "You're gonna let him come?" she asked with mock incredulity.

Della addressed Frank with a smirk. "I want you to come for Miss Madison to thank her for being her ass-wipe."

The humiliating remark was not lost on Frank, but excited him further. he was still on his knees, redolent of the bodily secretions of the two women, both of them, to his mind, objects of his due veneration.

Blushing a deep crimson, he grasped his iron shaft with both hands and, looking longingly at Madison's sated face, stroked once, twice, three times, and then erupted, shooting his cum high in the air.

He nearly passed out from the intensity of his release. Cum spattered all around. Had he ever come so much before?

"Get the wipes," he heard Della say as she grasped his hand and pulled him to his feet. She had put on latex gloves, he noticed. He was a little faint with orthostatic hypertension.

Then, he felt an ice-cold disposable washcloth on his limp cock, which shriveled much further. He stood passively while she cleaned his hairless cock and balls. Suddenly, at the sound of a metallic click, he saw that his dick was virtually gone, replaced by a round metal disk that imprisoned it in an inconceivably small space.

"Down!" Della's command was sharp and clear. "Clean the floor with your slave tongue."

This was nothing new to Frank except the size of the audience. From what he could see out of the corner of his eye, Madison found it highly amusing, especially when he had to work closely to suck up the large puddle of girl-cum she had left by the chair. That was much more difficult to pick up than the sticky globs of semen scattered about.

Once again, he wondered at the change in himself. He was enjoying this. Not only did he like the taste of the various secretions he was slurping off the floor, but he was also getting a charge out of being humiliated in front of Madison. He was actually proud of it.

When the floor was relatively free of cum-spots, Della ordered Frank to dry it with a towel. When he had finished, she ordered him to kneel at her feet again in front of her throne, as he thought of it.

"That was your last ejaculation for a long time to come," she announced rather dispassionately, as if explaining a minor technicality. "Perhaps permanently."

Frank's reaction, while totally expected by Della and even by Madison, surprised him. The very concept, from the moment the device was installed, the immediate perception of his loss of control over his own sex, had been extremely erotic, despite the lack of an erection.

Instead, he felt a small knot of intense desire, centered in his groin, but radiating outward, as if his whole body were aroused. He bowed to the inevitability of his utter subjugation to Della's complete control. And it made him happy. A kind of peace washed over him.

"Now," Della spoke again after assessing Frank's reaction. "We have the matter of yesterday's offense. Tell me why it requires correction." She sounded like a high court judge and executioner.

"I came without permission, miss," Frank began. Searching for the words that might portray his abject humility, he was nonetheless thrilled by the prospect of receiving her discipline.

"Not only did I make a mess with my nasty, spermy semen, but I disrespected you deeply. It was an act of selfish disregard for your pleasure that can only be corrected by the most severe punishment."

He bowed his head, trembling with both fear and arousal, knowing that she would inflict pain on him, but inflamed by the certainty that she would revel in it.

Della nodded to Madison, who pulled Frank to his feet and led him to the coatrack, which, he noticed for the first time, had straps fastened at its four corners. He offered no resistance as Madison fastened his wrists and ankles, so that he was stretched spread-eagle, facing the wall.

He was completely helpless and acutely vulnerable. A naked offering to whatever spirit of cruelty or perversity might beset him.

And then he saw her. Della approached from his flank, so that turning his head put her in full sight.

Della strode purposefully on her three-inch heels, brandishing her favorite tool, a six-foot black leather carriage whip. Frank trembled at the vision: his mistress in her red corset and thigh-high boots. And the whip!

Frank took a deep breath. He knew this was going to hurt.