Dark Towers by Deborah Ford

 

Chapter 10

 

 

Belle is being led on his leash by Miss Maya to his Master’s apartment.

Sadly, he finds himself gagged with the penis gag, experiencing the plastic taste he finds awful. This he must wear when moving between his bedroom in his Master and Mistress’ apartment, and the classroom a few floors down.

He is desperate to plead with Miss Maya to be released from his plight.

 

For her part, Miss Maya, the sexy black dominatrix entrusted to look after Belle, chats quite happily on their journey. In one hand, she is holding a folded white paper, the size of a birthday card.

She says quite merrily, “Once you’ve passed the first few lessons, I will ask your owner for permission to play with you.”

Owner! Justin Andrew Morse emerges in his mind, fighting the sissy Belle who always emerges when he is aroused. Justin is sickened at the thought of being owned by the black male lover of his adorable wife, Ella. Yet as he becomes more humiliated, so is he more aroused and the more that Belle takes control of his needs and desires.

He mutters into the penis gag, feeling it harshly press down on his tongue. Miss Maya giggles at his efforts to speak.

“Oh my, I hope I can take your virginity,” Miss Maya continues, almost to herself. “I love that.” She smiles at him, “And so will you!”

Feeling his cheeks flush, Belle is grateful to be outside the door of the apartment with the name C Johnson on the door.

Miss Maya checks Belle’s appearance, using her fingers to brush up the lace trimmings around his neck.

Lesley doesn’t want to face Johnson or his wife! Not like this.

He humphs around the gag, and Miss Maya shakes her head.

“Now then, Belle, I am sure your Master and Mistress are too busy to put up with the silly noises from an airhead like you.” Her eyebrows meet, and her face becomes stern. “So quiet!”

He immediately falls silent. He has endured four spankings with the cane during the day in class, and his bottom cannot take another beating.

She taps the door gently, and after a moment, it is answered by a flushed Ella, with a silk housecoat around what appears to be a naked body. As soon as she sees her husband in his maid’s uniform, curly blonde hair, and light makeup, she squeals.

She embraces him, shouting over her shoulder, “Master, Master. She is back from school!”

From school? Poor Belle feels his tummy turn over. And being referred to as she is so embarrassing.

The door opens wider, and the menacing, dark hulk of Caleb Johnson, Belle and his wife’s Bull, appears at the door with his shirt button open to his hairy chest.

Belle wants to die.

Unclipping the leash, Miss Maya says, “Oh, Mr. Johnson, your little cutie has been ever so good today. She has got a B for all subjects apart from dancing. I am afraid she requires a lot more work in that skill.”

Caleb snatches the card from her. The two women and sissy attentively await his reaction.

He opens the report card and glances down at the inside comments.

“All Bs,” he says. “She a lazy arsed sissy?”

“Oh no, Mister Johnson,” Miss Maya bends a knee as she genuflects to the powerful man. “Miss Paige and I are very impressed with little Belle here. If she continues to concentrate on her lessons, she will have As. And all the girls only got a D for dancing today. It is hard for sissies on their first lessons.” She tickles Belle’s chin with her nails, “But she will make a wonderful dancer for you and your friends.”

Johnson is determinedly unimpressed and snatches the leash handle from Miss Maya.

Belle is shocked at his arrogance and rudeness. He didn’t ask, he just took it!

The large black male tugs Belle into the room so quickly he stumbles on his heels.

Elle says to Miss Maya, “You take her tomorrow to her lessons?”

“Any time,” Miss Maya says, “She is such a hot bitch!”

As a grinning Elle closes the door, she shrugs up her shoulders to Belle as if they are all having the time of their lives.

Settling on the sofa, Johnson studies Belle’s report. “They’re happy with your speech. I like that in a sissy.”

Belle beams, thrilled to have impressed his Master.

“Her speech?” Elle cuddles up under one of her strong lover’s arms. “What’s that?”

Johnson lover grips his woman’s shoulders, making Belle fume. When they leave this crazy place, the Justin inside Belle is determined to make a big show to the oaf that Elle is his wife. That will show him!

“Oh,” Johnson is matter of fact, “the sissies have to speak like dumb, archetypal gays. A cross between a blonde and a child. It’s not a choice. It is important that anyone they speak to on the phone knows instantly they are dumb girlies.”

Elle says, “Oh,” not quite understanding what she has been told.

Johnson folds the report and tosses it neatly onto a table some five feet away.

“Same with her work colleagues,” he says, “they have to see that she is a dumb sissy, and then once she speaks, hey, they’ll know. They’ll laugh and never be able to take her seriously again.”

“Aww,” Elle pouts at her gagged, infuriated hubby.

Johnson laughs. “Hey, it’s better that way. Once they know what Belle is about, there can’t be any attempt for her to pretend otherwise.” He looks to his maid, “Hey bitch, come here.”

Belle has learnt in today’s lessons that all instructions must be obeyed immediately, so he jumps forward on his heels.

With his one muscular arm still squeezing Belle’s wife, Johnson uses his free hand to unclip the buckle at the back of Belle’s head, enabling the loosened gag to slide out.

Sucking up a little dribble, Belle catches the intruder from his lipsticked mouth, feeling immediate sharp shame that Elle has seen that his mouth has been stuffed with a penis-shaped gag.

He is free to speak! He knows he must be polite in explaining to the bully why he and his wife need to leave. He knows, too, how he should speak, no matter how demeaning that is.

“Thank you, Master. Now then, I can’t help thinking that perhaps…”

Johnson says evenly, “Quiet bitch.” He grabs hold of the sexy young wife and pulls her body into his. She immediately melts, offering up her mouth to her man.

As they kiss like animals, Johnson opens one eye to check that the dumb cuck is watching.

Sure enough, Belle’s fat, pink lips, inflated with collagen, are pouting with helpless rage.

Belle is fuming. He was told to shut up by the brute before his wife. This is outrageous.

Moments later, the erotically charged couple are smooching on the sofa. As the silk robe of Elle slides up her lovely thigh, Belle can see that a delicate, black suspender strap is hanging loose. She must have been wearing stockings at some stage that day. What happened to them?

Oh God. How he’d have loved to see his sexy wife in lingerie. Oh, it just isn’t fair!

How could he have agreed to hand over his wife to this brute? Playing cuck games was fine at home, but this is just all so outrageous.

A click of fingers from Johnson followed by a finger pointing at the rug before the sofa.

Still holding the gag, Belle kneels before his Master. Again, there is no hesitation in his obedience. He drops immediately, feeling his suspenders stretch and his pantied bottom settle on his heels.

Elle snuggles deeper under her Bull’s powerful arm, fascinated at what her lover will do next.

“Now, maid,” Johnson says, “pay attention.”

There is a pause so the humiliated cuck knows he must reply with his best sissy voice, “Yes, Master.”

“Now, when you have behaved like the good maid I know you can be, you may ask for the chastity cage to be removed.”

Oh! Belle’s face lights up. “Thank you, Master.”

Johnson loves this. White cuck sissies are so fucking dumb! They never realise what is happening until it is too late. He loves the earnest smile on the thick lips of his conquered cuck. He continues with his tactic, which improves each time he does it to a cuck.

“Now obviously you won’t want to ask me for the key. Yeh? That will be too demeaning.”

Wow, the Bull was being kind to him! “Oh, no, thank you, Master.”

“So you can ask my slut. How about that?”

He feels close to tears with joy at that thoughtfulness. “Thank you so much, Master. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Elle peers curiously at her lover. He never lets her make any decisions. He is too masculine. So why now?

“So,” Johnson says. Whenever you think you have behaved. Or been good about something. Just ask your Mistress for permission to speak, and if she isn’t busy and grants you that permission, then you can ask her to ask me for the key.”

Ask his wife to plead with her lover for the key to his cage! God, that will be awful!

“Well, Master, thank you for being so thoughtful, but can’t …”

Johnson reaches down and slaps Belle’s face.

“Keep your mouth shut until told you can speak.”

His cheek stings. That was so unnecessary!

“Sorry, Master.”

Elle snuggles up close, ashamed at her husband’s rude interjection, “I am so sorry, Master. But please remember, he is learning.”

Johnson strokes her wonderfully thick hair, “Hey, don’t beat yourself up. I think your sissy cuck has come a long way.”

Elle smiles at the compliment, as if sharing in its glory. She kisses his prickly cheek. “Oh, Master, you are so considerate”

“Now you mustn’t indulge the dumb cuck. If you acquiesce to her every request, then she’ll come to expect it.”

Elle nods earnestly, “And a busy man like you isn’t going to want to be bothered by the mindless witterings of me and my sissy cuck.” She kisses his cheek again. “I promise I won’t be bothering you all the time.”

What! Poor Belle gasps. Whose side is his wife on? And what is all this business about giving the bully tender little kisses? Inside Belle, Justine shakes with fury.

And yet … and yet … simply wriggling while kneeling rubs his stockings and suspenders against each other, making his little dick fill its confines. Oh my, what he would do or say to be released and to be permitted to cum.

With that, the maid and sissy cuck, Belle, fills his now feminine mind.

With an ugly smirk, Johnson lifts up his phone and taps a few buttons. A moment later, Belle feels his collar shake and hears a ping.

Elle reads the new words on her husband’s collar screen and squeals in laughter.

“Oh my God, you are so cruel!”

Belle lifts his varnished fingernails to touch his mocking collar. What does it say?

“Here,” Johnson offers her his phone, “You can select from the pre-written messages or press here to type whatever you want.”

Her soft lips open with awe. “Oh wow! Can I? I mean, I don’t know what to say.”

The Bull grins. “Whatever you want, babe. So long as you are with me, then this dumb sissy is yours.”

She giggles at some of the lines she reads. “Oh my God, you can’t put that on her collar!”

He laughs, “Listen. One day, our maid will be so incompetent that you’ll write all sorts of shit for everyone to see. And don’t forget. She is the only one who can’t read it!”

She squeezes her eyes in thought until, “Oh, I know.” She types out a few letters on the keypad.”

The Bull leans closer, pointing at the keys. “Press that to send it.”

Instantly, Belle’s collar shakes and pings.

Elle leans forward as if looking at a deeply amusing work of art.

“Oh! That is amazing!”

Snatching back the phone, Johnson says, “I like what you’ve written. Nice one. I’ll put the app on your phone and the passwords. You’ll have great fun with it.”

She is still mesmerised by the words on his collar.

“But it’s so cruel!”

“Na. She is just a dumb, sissy maid. You wait till you have some friends at your house. You’ll love showing our maid off to them. They’ll all want to write something on her collar.”

Elle is mouthing Mistress. He wants her to erase whatever awful words or phrase she has written on the screen, but dares not speak out of turn.

When Elle prods Belle’s shoulder with the toe of her heeled shoe, he sits up straight.

“Yes, Mistress?”

“Honey, I have left a dress hanging in the kitchen. Be a good girl and iron it for me.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Belle is eagerly on his heels. “I’ll do it straight away.”

Johnson leans back. He cannot resist it.

“Yeah, maid, and get a pair of my white boxers from the drawer over there. And iron them!”

Belle nibbles his bottom lip, trying to think of a way not to obey the humiliating instruction.

But after a moment, in his new sing song way, he says, “Yes, Master.”

As the maid wiggles out of the room in her delightful maid’s dress, carrying her Master’s underwear, Johnson grabs hold of the squealing, giggling slut and presses her deep into the sofa.

And I know what I’m going to give you,” he grins.

She kisses his nose, oh please don’t hurt me.”

Already she has forgotten that the man who is her husband is scurrying around the kitchen, ironing her dress for tonight.

In fact, Belle doesn’t even plug in the iron straight away. Rather naughtily, he dashes to a mirror in the kitchen. He needs to see what his wife has written on his collar.

He is shocked to see the neatly glowing words on his collar’s screen in reverse in the reflection: ‘sissy house chore doer’

It is such an ego-destroying line! So demeaning. ‘Sissy house chore doer’. And his wife put it on his screen! And there is nothing he can do to stop it!

He raises his fingers, still holding his Master’s pristine white boxers, and gently touches the metal around the display, feeling for a button to turn off the screen. But there is nothing. It is totally software-driven.

He collapses to his stockinged knees, the hand with his Master’s underwear, stuffed under his maid’s dress, rubbing impotently at his groin.

Aaarrgh, he needs to cum!