Justine's dark side

CHAPTER FOUR

I rushed for that phone, my heart pounding.

Could it actually be him?

I hoped…

I prayed…

My pussy was immediately on fire when I thought about it…

It was going to be incredible…

Really fabulous…

If it was…

I'd learned my lesson!

I knew what it meant to be deprived of his glorious body!

Please…

Oh please…

As you can see, I was in some state!

"Hello?"

The silence on the other end was agonizing.

Whomever it was was taking their time with me.

"It's Clifford," the voice finally said.

Tears came to my eyes!

Actual tears! It was him.

It was really him!

"Clifford…"

He could hear me choking back the tears.

"What's the matter, honey…"

"I… nothing… I just… wished I would have heard from you… that's all…"

"You're hearing from me now…"

"Yes… I know…"

"Unless you want me to hang up. Do you want me to do that? Hang up?"

"No!"

He was teasing me and I knew it.

And I knew that he knew I knew it.

Didn't matter.

Nah!

Not in the least.

It was nothing compared to some of the other games he was into, if you understand what I'm saying.

The point was, it was him… it was really him.

And I was happy!

Now, I tried to gain my composure.

I didn't have to try that hard.

He was way ahead of me.

"It's Sunday evening," he began, more formal than he actually had to be.

"Yes… I know…"

"I'll want you here… with me… this evening… do you understand?"

He knew that I had to work the following day.

I was sure he'd chosen this time on purpose.

One more test of my unflagging loyalty.

"That's fine… where do I go… how do I…"

"My chauffeur will be downstairs in front of your apartment building in exactly one half hour. Exactly one-half hour. If you're so much as three seconds late, he is instructed to leave without you and you'll never hear from me again. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Clifford…"

"All right then. The clock starts now."

And with that, he hung up. Just like that!

I couldn't believe it!

I had to really hurry to take the fastest shower and shampoo of my life.

And then, when I was finished… I had to wait…

To wait downstairs a full ten minutes.

At exactly the appointed time, I checked my watch.

No limo!

Had I blown it?

Several more minutes went by.

I was in agony!

Something had gone wrong.

Something…

And then I saw it, pulling around the corner and up to the front of the building.

The chauffeur got out.

He was grinning.

"Sorry ma'am."

He knew he was late.

I wouldn't have minded tanning his little hide for him for that.

Until I realized that that was probably part of the overall plan.

Clifford!

Sometimes he could get me so furious!

After making me rush like that, and threatening me if I was even three seconds late, to pull a move like this…

What a scoundrel!

What an out and out scoundrel.

If I could ever get the chance to do something to him… to punish him for all this… boy, would I…

I'd let him know who he was dealing with…

Don't worry…

But now, I had to lean back and catch my breath.

After all, it wasn't so bad.

I couldn't be that angry.

We were on our way to New Jersey, to his mansion, and then, we were going to have some kind of night.

My pussy was positively dripping just thinking about it.

And now…

Now as we crossed the bridge, my heart was pounding.

I knew that in a few minutes we'd be there.

And we were.

The chauffeur got out of the car and came around to open my door.

I liked that little bit of princess-type treatment.

Made me feel really good.

Even if it was the last thing that evening that was designed to do that.

And then…

When I didn't think I had any more privileges coming, I was brought to the door, where I was told to wait.

The chauffeur disappeared and the door opened. There was Clifford… dear Clifford… gorgeous Clifford, in his leather underwear.

And there was nothing else on him!

"Come in, we've been expecting you…"

We've.

I wondered what he meant by that. I was brought inside and offered a drink. I looked at him.

"No… it's quite safe. No drugs, I assure you." He smiled.

"We don't need them now, do we… you're here on your own accord…"

"Yes…"

It was true enough.

So I took the drink and had it.

A nice, well made martini.

When I finished, he came up to me.

"It's nice to see you, darling."

"Me too… nice to see you."

"Good… now turn around…"

My blush must have come in a gigantic tidal wave.

My entire face turned crimson.

The time was now!

I turned around in the little sexy dress that I was wearing… strapless… I learned my lessons well… and let him tie my hands.

He took a long time making sure the ropes were secured in figure eights around my pretty, thin wrists.

When he was finished, he turned me around slowly, to face him.

"I've tied your hands," he said.

"I know…"

"And now, you belong to me once more…"

I didn't say anything this time.

I didn't have to.

Clifford had said it all.

Now, slowly, but with much command, he reached down and swooped up the front of my dress.

Even though I'd been through it all with him before, the last time I was here, I still got that incredible feeling when he lifted me, and exposed my lovely thighs.

I hoped he liked what he was seeing… my legs in sheer black stockings, held up my a nice black smooth satin garter belt, and of course, no panties, making my black pubic hairs stand out brilliantly against my white milky thighs and hips.

He licked at his own lips.

I could tell that I was getting to him.

He was really on fire.

He let his hands roam all along my thigh meat and I sighed softly.

"You're so beautiful," he said to me.

I had to agree.

I had a terrific body.

And what was really exciting now, was that I was giving it to him.

Willingly.

Lovingly…

And there wasn't a thing I could do about it.

Even when he produced the thin, silky rope to tie up my dress around my hips, I felt nothing beyond a certain sexual surge…

I mean, he was a master at this! In more ways than one!

And now, the top of my dress was being forced down…

Slowly…

And I knew he appreciated the fact I wasn't wearing any straps on this dress.

That meant he could easily push it right down to my hips.

In this fashion, he'd turned my lovely dress into a wide belt, held around by several wraps of that rope on my hips.

Only my hands were free of it, and they were tied tightly around my back.

Now what!

I had no idea how he was going to punish me… I only knew that I was going to get punished…

Severely…

And just because he wanted to…

I'd done nothing wrong, I knew that… there was no reason for him to want to do what he was going to do to me…

It's just the way it was…

And now, I was ready…

I was ready for him…

And that, of course, turned out to be the kicker!

Because it wasn't him I had to be ready for at all.

No!

It was…

Well…

It was his guest!

Let me tell you how this came about… let me tell you every juicy detail!

It began, as I just described, with me standing tied with my dress up and my charms exposed.

He liked that.

I could tell.

He walked around my body, wanting to see all of me…

And I knew that he was drinking it in…

"Yes…"

"I… I hope I please you," I said.

"You will…"

You will? What did that mean? What was that supposed to suggest…

Perhaps if I were a little less hot and thinking a little more clear, I'd have realized it meant the obvious…

But it's hard to think when you're being tied up like this…

On your gorgeous feet, which are stuffed in to pleasing black patent leather high heels!

"Now…" he said to me.

"I'm going to ask you to cooperate…"

I didn't see as how I had much choice. But what could he want me to do? Stand on my head?

I didn't think it was possible, but I'd try it for him, if he wanted to.

I was that kind of a girl.

"I want you to meet someone."

I blushed.

Severely.

So severely I thought the blood in my body had all collected in my cheeks!

I was burning up!

I was going to be exposed to another man…

Wrong again, Justine, baby.

"I want you to meet… Dominique!"

I'm telling you and I hope you'll believe that my heart fell right to the ground.

A woman!

He was going to do me to a woman!

I twisted a little in my bonds.

I wasn't expecting this!

He'd pulled a fast one on me and I'd fallen for it…

I'd fallen for whatever it was he was going to do to me…

And then…

Then, I tried as best I could to let him know how much I was going to cooperate.

He put his hands on my shoulders, from behind, as if I were some sort of prize for him, and then, when I least expected it, he told Dominique to come forward.

Obviously, she'd been behind the barriers, where I couldn't see her, looking in from the other room.

My jaw dropped.

I wasn't sure what I was expecting… maybe some sort of Amazon, who knows, but whatever it was, it was not to be believed…

She was incredible!

Tall… blonde, with big eyes and big tits… and the kind of legs that didn't quit.

But best of all, or worst, I'm not sure how to describe it… she had this look on her face as if to say she was voracious…

I mean she wanted to eat me alive!

And she was going to do a number on me, I could tell that right away.

My pussy juiced up as I ate her in with my eyes from head to toe.

Get this…

She was wearing high leather boots that came up to her thighs, revealing just the last couple of inches of her garter belt, and her lovely, thick thighs, bare up to her hips…

Her pussy bush freely exposed…

She was in a tight leather outfit, and it was cinched in to her body.

And she looked stunning!

Her blonde hair was thick and gorgeous as it spilled down the back of her head, onto her lovely shoulders.

She could have been the Avon girl, there was that much of a wholesome quality about her.

And she had it! That certain sexual something… She had it and I wanted it!

It was going to be my treat, I suddenly realized, to be worked over by her…

A fine, lovely feast for me, as well as her.

Now, I could feel Clifford's hands behind me, stroking my soft shoulders, letting his hands fall to my ass… giving me a couple of strokes, and then insinuating his hand between my thighs…

"Open them, please…"

He was going to show me off!

Like I was a slave at an auction!

God… he had moves!

"Come on… part those hot thighs…"

I couldn't resist.

I did as I was told.

And then I was standing there with my legs open… showing off my private charms to this woman…

He was smiling…

Because she was smiling.

And licking her lips.

She was going to eat me…

How did I know?

How did I know in that second she was going to eat me?

Hard to say…

But I knew it…

I knew it as sure as the day is long and my thighs were exposed.

That's how sure I was.

Dominique came up to me, and now I understood once more the power of having my hands tied behind my back.

She was staring at my face.

Going over every inch of it.

"She's gorgeous," she finally said to Clifford, who was still behind me.

"Yes…"

"And I can do anything I want with her?"

She said it as if she were checking it out, to make sure she'd heard right.

"Anything…"

"Good…"

I wasn't sure how this had taken place.

Was I being sold?

Rented?

Leased?

Who was Dominique anyway?

Was she someone who was supposed to come over and abuse me just for Clifford's enjoyment?

I wished I had some answers.

But to tell you the truth, it was difficult for me to think that clearly.

I mean, as much as she was turned on by the fact she was going to sex-slave me… I was as turned on by the fact that I was going to be her sex slave.

It's something beautiful women like the two of us think about a lot.

I don't care what you men think… we do… we'd all like to go down on some sweet pussy, at least once in our lives, to see what's it's like, if nothing else.

And that was what I wanted her to do.

To eat me.

And she was going to.

I knew I'd had to problem getting her to do that.

She was fairly dripping from her mouth.

No…

She wanted, merely, to let me know as she was talking to Clifford, that I got to her.

She put one of her ivory smooth hands on my face and stroked it.

"So lovely…"

"Ohhh…"

"Darling… I'm going to do things to you…"

"Ohhh…"

She turned her attentions toward Clifford, letting one of her hands rest firmly on my cheek.

"Can you tie her in the air, spread-eagled? I want to use the whip on her…"

"No…"

I was moaning…

I wasn't sure why…

But I knew I didn't want her to whip me!

How humiliating!

Whipped by another woman…

"I want to… crucify her!"

The sound of that made my blood curdle.

This babe wasn't kidding around!

That much was for certain!

Now, though, she was going to teach me a few things…

I felt it deep in my pussy.

Crucified!

I just didn't like the sound of that at all…

But as I was left to think about it, I was led over to the dungeon room, once more…

And in the very center of it, my feet were placed together, and my dress was taken down.

Leaving me in my high heels, sheer stockings and garter belt.

And nothing more.

My full, heavy tits were exposed to Dominique, who let her creamy hands go all over them…

"Oohhhhhh."

"Yes, baby… I'm going to work you… I'm going to work you like you've never been worked before…"

"Oooohhhh…"

She was turning me on!

Think like that was bound to get to me.

There was just no way it couldn't…

Now, she smiled as she bent down to do my feet.

She made me spread them almost a full two feet apart, and cuffed them in those leather cuffs to the ground!

At the same time, Clifford was working on my hands.

He'd untied them and in a flash had made me raise them above my head, where they were now.

And he attached them to two cuffs.

In a flash, with the both of them working as if they had a plane to catch, I mean they were so efficient and quick they were driving me crazy! In that flash, I found myself fully widened and extended…

My perfect voluptuous body made ready for a whipping… for a crucifying, at the lovely hands of this gorgeous blonde creature who was intent on putting me through my paces.

And then…

Finally, she went to the wall and pulled off a thick, snake-like whip…

With several lashes coming out of one end.

She held it in her fingers and played with it, knowing I was watching.

Then she slowly came up to me.

She talked to Clifford as she walked.

"I want you to take a seat and watch. You can watch, Clifford, but you can't interfere. No matter what. Okay?"

"You bet," Clifford said.

Sure.

Was he going to miss an opportunity to see something like this?

Not on your life.

That much was painfully obvious.

And now…

Now… he was pulling up his favorite throne like chair, getting himself ready.

He was really in for a treat.

And so was I.

I knew that Dominique must have been an expert at this.

Especially when she pulled the whip across my face and let it linger…

"Do you feel that leather?"

"Yes…" I said shyly.

"Good… because it's going to go all across your back… I guarantee it…"

"Ohhhh…"

"Don't bother to try and get away, or pretend you don't feel it… because you do… you will. I'm going to hurt you…"

Her words echoed in my ears.

I'm going to hurt you…