At Her Command (8 page)

Bridget was preoccupied with text messages
and email on the ride home. Nathan drove in silence, pondering what
more could be done to humiliate him further. He undressed when they
got home and prepared a plate of hors d’oeuvres. He was decanting a
bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon when Inga and her slave arrived.
Humilus appeared nonplussed at the sight of a nude man wearing a
stainless steel chastity device. Bridget came down the stairs
dressed in a black leather corset and tight leather pants. Her
blood red toenails contrasted with her five-inch black peep toe
pumps. “You look ravishing, dear,” Inga kissed Bridget on the
mouth, the relaxed kiss of two lovers.

“Is there a place my slave may change?”

“Of course, upstairs, second bedroom on the
right.” Nathan watched the tall, slim man walk upstairs. His
perfect posture and calm demeanor seemed in stark contrast to his
role as Inga’s slave. But then, no one would believe that a tough
litigator like Nathan Scott could be emasculated and cuckolded. He
was carrying the tray into the living room when Humilus slowly
descended the stairs. Both women turned. He had a swimmer’s build,
lean, muscular, and with almost no body fat. His uncircumcised
penis hung limp, at least seven inches, his black pubic hair
trimmed short above it, and his shaved scrotum hung low between his
legs. He appeared comfortable in his nakedness, and knelt at Inga’s
feet without hesitating.

“Fimus means dirt, filth, or manure,” Inga
said. Bridget turned to face Nathan and wrinkled her brow.

“Macero, I think” Bridget said, staring
straight ahead.

“Weaken, reduce, torment,” Inga answered.
Nathan stopped and steadied the tray to keep from dropping it.

“That’s what I’ll call him, Macero, the
tormented one.” Blood rushed into Nathan’s face as he leaned down
to place the tray of the coffee table. “Did you hear your new name,
slave?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Do you like it?”

“If it pleases you, mistress.” He knelt as
Bridget handed Inga a glass of Cabernet.

“I have a surprise for you Macero,” Bridget
said. “Bring me my purse.” Nathan rose and fetched the
twelve-hundred dollar designer bag. “I’ve decided to give you an
evening out of chastity and an orgasm.” Nathan’s heart jumped in
his chest. “On one condition.” Nathan looked from Bridget to Inga,
whose wine burnished cheeks glowed. “You must suck Humilus’ cock to
completion. You must allow him to come in your mouth.”

“Humilus will suck your cock,” Inga
continued. “You will come in his mouth.”

“And if I say no, mistress?” Nathan whispered
in a hoarse voice.

“No orgasm.”

“But why, mistress? Isn’t denying me sexual
gratification enough to prove your complete power over me?” His
words shocked and frightened him. He’d blurted them out and he
expected her to spring from the couch and beat him with his own
belt any moment. But she sat there, calmly sipping wine as Inga
caressed her calf under the leather pants.

“The ultimate sign of my power over you, will
be to change your sexual orientation and make you crave cock. I
thought about feminizing you, after seeing those beautiful
transwomen at Dark Quest. But you’re too masculine. You could never
pass. This is better. She unlocked the Steelheart and removed the
stainless steel cylinder, exposing his penis. She carefully removed
the anti-pullout rod and then pressed one testicle at a time
through the retainer ring. Go into the powder room and wash off.
Leave the door open. I don’t want you pleasuring yourself.

Nathan soaped and washed his stiff cock and
smooth scrotum with real purpose. He dried off and walked slowly
into the living room, his Prince Albert captive bead ring tight
against his hard flesh. “Your mistress has asked me to direct you,
Macero. Bring a chair from the dining room and place it facing the
couch.” Nathan entered the dining room, his stiff cock bouncing
with each step and brought back the chair. “Sit down, Macero.”
Nathan hesitated, looked at Bridget, and sat uneasily in the
chair.

“Humilus, suck Macero’s cock,” Inga said. The
slim, handsome man crawled to the chair on all fours, and stopped
in front of Nathan. He was even more handsome up close, with clear
skin, soft brown eyes and full lips, sort of masculine pretty. He
grasped Nathan’s hard cock with his fingertips and looked up. His
soft brown eyes were devoid of fear, anger, or malice. Nathan
didn’t know what emotion they contained. Humilus licked his lips
and put his mouth over the head of Nathan’s rock-hard cock. He
looked up; they locked eyes.

Nathan barely contained himself as Inga’s
handsome slave ran his full lips and soft tongue up and down his
hard cock. The tactile depravation from six months in chastity gave
him a hair trigger. He grabbed the arms of the chair and squeezed
until he thought they would shatter into splinters. “Oh...
mistress, I don’t know if I can...”

“Stop!” Inga said just under a shout. “On
your knees, Macero. Sit down Humilus, Macero is going to suck your
cock.” Nathan turned to Bridget, expecting her to call the charade
off and rescue him. She stared, eyes wide, cheeks pink from the
wine. “Suck his cock,” Inga repeated. Nathan stared at the man’s
hard cock, stiff and pointing toward the ceiling. He moved closer.
He’d never gotten close to an uncircumcised penis. The man’s cock
was large, perhaps seven inches. The head, freed from the foreskin
was fat and dusky colored. Nathan leaned forward; the man’s musky
scent filled his nostrils.”

“Take him in your mouth.” Bridget’s voice was
unmistakable, but had a coarseness he’d never heard. “Suck his
cock.” Nathan closed his eyes and leaned forward, pressing his lips
against the other man’s flesh. The fat, mushroom-shaped head felt
spongy against Nathan’s tongue, in contrast to the hard shaft, as
hard as the chair leg. The taste and smell of another man’s cock
flooded his brain.

“
I’m a cocksucker now
,” Nathan
silently told himself as he began raising and lowering his head.
“
She’s made me a cocksucker
.” Inga’s slave moaned and
touched his own nipples as Nathan’s head bobbed up and down. The
other man’s precum tasted rich and salty.

“That’s it slave, do it like a good
cocksucker. Go ahead and jerk yourself off while you’re at it.”
Nathan felt the other man’s leg shaking. He began to pull on his
own, stiff cock as the other man’s breathing quickened.

“Mistress, may I come, please?” Inga’s slave
begged. Nathan’s mouth filled with warm, thick semen before she
could answer. He struggled not to choke.

“Yes! Swallow every drop, slave.” The taste
and smell of semen filled Nathan’s mouth and nose and pushed him
over the edge. He swallowed and climaxed, spurting semen under the
chair onto the Persian rug, and then rested his head on the other
man’s leg.

*****

Nathan folded the cleaning ticket and slipped
it into his shirt pocket. He hadn’t told them about his accident,
just that the rug needed a good cleaning. He drove to his office
and started preparing for an afternoon deposition. Karen, his
secretary knocked on his door. A man in motorcycle leathers,
carrying a helmet, walked around her. “Nathan Scott?” He dropped an
envelope on Nathan’s desk. “You have been duly served.” He turned
and walked past Karen.

“He wouldn’t take no for an answer, Nathan.”
She looked pale and frightened. Nathan picked up the envelope.
Bridget’s firm was listed in the return address block. He opened
the envelope with a letter opener, unfolded the sheets of
legal-sized bond paper, and stared.

Now on this 7
^th
day of January, 2014 comes the Petitioner, Bridget Regina Kelly,
and hereby requests the Court to a issue proper order to that
Petitioner and Respondent Nathan A. Scott, may live temporarily
separate and apart from each other and make orderly provisions for
the period of time until dismissal of this action; Court order; or
trial.

Nathan turned the page and felt a sharp,
stinging pain in his chest as he read the heading:
Motion to
Annul Marriage.
He’d forgotten Karen was still standing at his
door. “Is everything alright, Nathan?” He swallowed hard and tried
to check his emotions.

“Yes, Karen,” he lied. “Everything is
alright. Please close the door when you go.” Bridget picked up on
the second ring.

“I didn’t know process servers worked that
quickly.”

“What are you doing, Mistress? What have I
done?” He pinched the bridge of his nose to stop his pounding
headache.

“It’s nothing you’ve done. I’ve just gotten
tired of you.” The words stung him to the bone.

“We’re married, remember?”

“We never consummated our marriage. I’m
having it annulled.”

“You can’t do that,” he pleaded.

“Are you going to testify under oath that you
have fucked me since we were married?”

“You can’t just throw me away.” He quietly
placed the handset in the cradle when the dial tone answered
him.

*****

He read the note on the kitchen table without
picking it up.
Gone to Palm Springs with Humilus for the week.
That should give you plenty of time to move out. Judge Madison
signed off on the annulment this afternoon. B-
The key for the
Steelheart lay on the table beside the note. Nathan rushed into the
powder room and vomited.

Nathan splashed cold water on his face and
stared at the pale, hollow-eyed man in the mirror. He was homeless,
and had lost the ability to make even the most simple decisions
involving everyday life. He removed the Steelheart but immediately
put it back one, uncomfortable with free access to his own penis.
He paced the floor and finally went upstairs to Bridget’s room. He
removed a bra from the hamper and held it to his face, breathing in
her scent, longing for her. He froze at the sound of the front door
opening. He dropped the bra and eased down the stairs.

A tall blond woman dressed in a tight leather
skirt stood at the window with her back to him. He instinctively
knew who she was and even why she had come. A feeling of peace
settled over him. “I didn’t expect to find you dressed.” Inga said.
“But you’d have to get dressed to come with me anyway.” Nathan
dropped to his knees. “I’m taking you, since Bridget is casting you
aside. I grew tired of Humilus’ childishness. I think Bridget will
too, but what of it? Get some clothes packed. You’re coming home
with me.” Nathan looked up and smiled as tears clouded his view of
his goddess and mistress.

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