The Punishing Lady in Black
by Dr Jane Foxx
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2008 Dr Jane Foxx
Published by Strict Publishing International
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Part 1
“The Mystery of the Hidden Pussy”
There was an unexpected phone call to the Lady KAT’s dungeon office one day. The urgent message was from a female who was asking for an appointment. Receiving such a request from another woman did not happen very often in the dominant lady’s profession. KAT’s callers were usually all submissive males.
The young lady on the phone said her name was Miss Audrey Sinclair. KAT knew immediately she was speaking to the only daughter of one of the wealthiest families in the area. The dominant lady also recalled reading news reports saying Audrey Sinclair’s father had recently passed away.
“What do you want with me, Miss Sinclair?” KAT asked in her usual authoritarian manner.
“I have some personal problems I’d hoped you could help me to resolve,” Audrey Sinclair replied. “I promise not to take up much of your valuable time. I hope you’ll agree to help me.”
“Do you understand what I do in my profession as a dominant female, Ms. Sinclair?” The Lady KAT asked.
“Yes, I-I do,” Audrey answered nervously. “I’ve seen many of your extremely enthralling video productions.”
“Then you must realize I usually see males only,” Kat continued.
“YES, that’s why I thought you might be able to help me,” Audrey replied. “I’ve seen how you are able to successfully dominate members of the male sex, and I’d really appreciate it if I could speak with you privately for a few minutes.”
The young lady’s voice reflected sincerity, and KAT was curious enough to grant a thirty-minute slot of time that same afternoon. The dominant lady gave Audrey Sinclair an address, but insisted in her typical dictatorial manner, “Be here at one-thirty, and don’t be late!”
Right on time, Miss Audrey Sinclair appeared at the outer door of the address she had been given, and the young lady was immediately ushered to KAT’s inner office. The two women exchanged the usual pleasantries, and sat comfortably to discuss business.
“Now, Ms. Sinclair,” Kat asked, “just what is it you think I can do for you?”
While waiting for a response, KAT studied the younger woman with a perceptive eye. As an aggressive female, KAT had much valuable experience in sizing up people of all types and she was often correct in her suppositions.
The Lady KAT noted that Audrey was about nineteen years of age, and well dressed, right down to her shoes and purse. She was a cute, desirable-looking female, but appeared to be a bit fragile; perhaps even overly feminine. A robust, macho male might easily have taken advantage of petite Audrey Sinclair. The young lady would not put up much of a struggle, if confronted, although KAT noticed how well she expressed herself verbally. That was one of Audrey Sinclair’s better qualities in KAT’s estimation. She was obviously well educated, and it showed in her manner and bearing. She had class too, and KAT was quite impressed with the young woman.
“Did you see the report of my father’s sudden demise in the news?” Audrey Sinclair asked.
“Yes, the papers gave all the details,” KAT nodded.
“The media doesn’t know the entire story,” Audrey revealed. “That’s what I want to share with you now.”
“All right! I’m listening,” KAT replied.
“My father never trusted anyone with knowing the whereabouts of his vast wealth,” Audrey began. “He stashed all his valuables and papers away in secret. The problem is - he died suddenly without revealing his hiding place to me. Dad always said I would inherit everything, but I don’t know where it is, what it is, or even where to begin looking.”
Audrey continued, “Meanwhile, I’ve got my father’s huge estate to manage, employee salaries to pay, debts that keep stacking up, and I’m at a total loss about what to do.”
The Lady KAT responded with something of an impatient sigh, before saying, “I’m sorry for your personal problems, Miss Sinclair, but I don’t see how you expect me to help. Maybe what you need is a private investigator; someone who solves mysteries. I’m sure you can find a knowledgeable person to assist you - perhaps in the yellow pages.”
“There’s a bit more information I want to share with you,” Audrey quickly explained. “The reason I came to you specifically, KAT, is because among all my other problems, I’m having difficulties with a step-brother who’s been living at my father’s house for the past few months. His name is Angelo. - Actually, he’s not even related to me at all. Angelo is the thirty-five year old son of my father’s second wife. Dad was good enough to give Angelo a place to stay for a while. I think that was a mistake. Now, he’s taking advantage of the offer. Since my father died, Angelo’s become an unfriendly millstone hanging around my neck.”
“If you don’t want him around, why don’t you just tell Angelo to leave your estate?” KAT asked.
“I HAVE told him,” Audrey insisted, “several times, but he always comes up with some sort of lame excuse to stall the inevitable: he’s waiting for a check to come in the mail, or a phone call for a job opportunity.”
Audrey continued, “Meanwhile, Angelo’s unemployed, and causing me more undue expense. He’s even begun openly flirting with me. It’s as if he’d like to get romantically intimate, but personally I rather detest his very presence!”
“He’s one of those macho-dudes, eh?” KAT replied knowingly. “He’s a male who thinks he’s irresistible to all members of the opposite sex.”
“Yes,” Audrey agreed instantly. “That’s him exactly! He won’t leave me alone! On a few occasions, I’ve had to practically fight him off!”
“Oooo, tell me more!” KAT smiled, as she leaned forward in her chair. The younger woman noticed the dominant lady was suddenly showing some genuine interest in what Audrey had to say.
“I honestly think Angelo’s unwanted fascination is really NOT so much with me,” Audrey explained, “but in finding my father’s hidden fortune. The longer he stays at my estate, the more time he has to search, and I’m afraid if he’s successful, he’ll take my inherited wealth and leave me with nothing.”
“So, you’ve really got TWO problems,” KAT summarized, as she leisurely poured them both some afternoon tea. “One: finding your elusive riches, and two: dealing firmly with this unsavory Angelo dude.”
“Yes!” Audrey agreed. “That about sums it up! If you could stay at my estate for a few days, and keep Angelo off my back, I’ll do my best to find my father’s money and all my problems may soon be resolved.”
“Why don’t you just have the police evict Angelo?” Kat asked. “Then one of your problems would be taken care of immediately.”
“I have to always be aware of notoriety,” Audrey replied. “The media could make an awful stink in the papers about me turning away a family member, even if he isn’t really related to me.”
“Yes, I suppose they would,” KAT mused. “Some reporters will work overtime to stir up as much dirt about a person as possible.”
“Well, KAT,” Audrey asked, “will you help me to control Angelo, so I can get on with finding my inheritance before he does?”
“You may be asking for a good deal of my time,” KAT responded. “How much money are you expecting to find at your estate?”
“My father always said I’d inherit fifty or sixty,” Audrey replied.
“You mean thousand?” KAT asked.
“No, I mean million!” Audrey Sinclair replied, and she added, “If you’re successful in handling Angelo, AND I find my hidden fortune, your share will be ten percent.”
“Young lady,” KAT replied, standing up from her desk, “you just hired yourself one genuinely intrigued dominant lady. Whether we’re successful or not, I’ll help you all I can. Besides, I don’t like to see members of the fairer sex being mistreated, especially someone as young and lovely as you are!”
“Oh, thank you, KAT,” Audrey replied.
“However, first I have a two o’clock appointment to keep with a male client,” KAT informed her female acquaintance. “I can meet you somewhere later, or you can sit in the corner here and watch, if you wish.”
“Won’t your client mind if another woman is watching?” Lovely Audrey Sinclair asked.
“He’d better NOT,” KAT replied. “He knows how I enjoy demonstrating my powers of dominance. I’d be delighted to have you as my guest. Just sit here and be comfortable. If the action should get too heated for you, step into the other room until I’m through with the slut’s session.”
“What exactly are you going to do?” Young Audrey Sinclair asked wide-eyed. “Will it be like on your videos?”
“Yes, of course,” Kat smiled. “It’s one of my favorite ways of expressing myself. I abuse males for my pleasure, and they pay me to do it to them. Do you think you can handle watching a live session?”
KAT noticed the fragile young miss was a bit nervous. KAT moved to calm Audrey’s fears. A friendly touch to that lovely cheek, a smile, and a few whispered words of encouragement was all it took. Audrey Sinclair began to relax in a cozy chair as she finished her cup of hot tea.
Three minutes later, KAT’s male client preceded the dominant lady into the room. It was a bizarre scene to the uninitiated eye. The male client was crawling on all fours.
Audrey saw the submissive looked average in many respects. He had thinning hair, a slight build, and was about forty years of age. It was oddly humorous to watch as KAT prodded him along with her foot.
The dominant lady pushed her client to a central location in the room. He was on his knees, cringing before her towering, hands-on-hips position.
“You’re fucking late again, Slut!” Kat growled at him.
“Late?” Slut answered in a small, whining voice. “It’s five minutes to two, Mistress. I thought I was early.”
“If I say you’re late,” KAT hissed in response, “you’re fucking late! End of discussion! Strip those silly clothes off! NOW!”
The obedient male client did not hesitate. Audrey watched as his trousers, shorts, shoes and socks were quickly tossed aside. The young woman was certain Kat’s client had no idea she was there watching, as yet.
As his shorts came off, Audrey Sinclair could not help noticing the male had an erection on display. It had evidently formed starting with KAT’s heated discourse. To Audrey, this meant KAT was obviously providing exactly the correct disciplining treatment the male desired.
The dominant lady and her male client appeared to be the perfect couple as Mistress and slave, because KAT was enjoying her role equally as much. She gloated with oozing female supremacy.
When the male client fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, KAT gripped and ripped the material from his back, throwing the tattered remnants to the floor. Only the expensive paisley tie remained around the male’s neck. KAT planned to use the tie as a handy leash throughout the session.
“You’re TOO fucking slow, SLUT,” KAT growled as she pulled on his tie. “When I say strip, I mean STRIP! Don’t you dare keep me waiting EVER! Now, get over here and kiss my boots!”
When she had seated herself regally in an armchair, KAT posed with her boots conveniently close to the male’s face.
“Start kissing, Slut,” KAT demanded. “Show me how much you love to worship my fucking boots. DO IT! - That’s it! That’s it! That’s all you’re good for anyway, isn’t it? DO IT! - Now, LICK! Let me see you lick! Louder, you fucking slut! And don’t you dare to drool on my boots!”
While the unnamed male was busy complying with KAT’s succinct and humiliating orders, the dominant lady stole a quick look at the lovely Audrey Sinclair. The young woman seemed thoroughly engrossed with the preliminary action. She could not take her lovely eyes away from the scene as it was unfolding before her.
Audrey Sinclair watched closely as a smiling Lady KAT unfastened the belt around her waist. The Lady in Black was seen stepping out of her vinyl tights. And afterward, Kat’s panties quickly followed!
It was not often Audrey had seen the lower half of another woman fully exposed to the view of others, and the sight excited her just as it was doing to KAT’s client. His erection was as huge as ever! He must have known what was coming.
Using the male’s tie, the Lady KAT pulled her client’s head up about even with her exposed crotch as she demanded, “Kiss that pussy. Eat it good, Slut! - Learn to love it! That’s it! Show my female guest how you love to eat hot, juicy cunt.”
At KAT’s startling words, the male’s head came up suddenly, but the dominant lady forced his face back to her crotch.
“Yes, - there’s another female here watching every move you make, Slut. I invited the young lady to see how a scumbag like you loves to eat hot, juicy cunt. Come on! Show her all the talent you have. Maybe she’ll want you to eat her pussy too. Do you think you could service two pussies in one day? I’ll bet you could, Slut! I’ll bet you would, Slut, if I let you! SUCK, Damn it! SUCK!”
Eventually, as KAT humped against her slave’s eager mouth, her copious fluids began to spurt in concert with one of her patented, lusty orgasms. The hot juice simply flew, just as it did during certain lusty scenes on her videos.
Wide-eyed Audrey Sinclair was totally enthralled at the riveting scene. Secretly, a part of her wanted to shout at the subservient male, “Oooo, do mine! Do mine!”
“Take it all,” KAT growled in heated ecstasy. “Show me how you love to lap up my hot juice. Swallow it all! Fulfill your true, fucking destiny in this life!”
As her male client continued licking at the slick residue, KAT noticed her fragile, female visitor was squeezing one of her own breasts, as if in a lusty moment of undisguised personal passion. How interesting, KAT thought. The virginal-looking Audrey Sinclair was so ardent about such a scene of masculine obsession. It made Kat smile about the discovery.
Normally at this point, KAT would have fitted her ten-inch, bitch cock to her lower body to unceremoniously fuck her male slut in the ass. This was usually the pinnacle of her sexual pleasure. Near the conclusion of such a spirited romp, KAT would be hot enough to have another lusty orgasm, or maybe two. But on this occasion, with Audrey Sinclair waiting, and time of the essence, the dominant lady abruptly told her male client they were finished for the afternoon.
The announcement was almost like slapping his face, or kicking him in the balls!
“You want me to leave?” the male slut complained. “I just got here a few minutes ago, Mistress!”
“You were fucking late, Asshole!” KAT growled. “Next time be punctual! Don’t ever keep me waiting!”
“Can I whack off, before I go?” her male asked.
“Hell, NO!” KAT responded. “Get your ass out of here! NOW!”
In just a few seconds, KAT’s male slut had scooped up his clothes, and he was gone from the room. He exited looking fearful at the possibility of further offending his dominant Mistress.
“We can go now, Ms. Sinclair,” KAT announced, as she slipped back into her clothing and wrapped a long, black cape around her elegant torso. The overall effect quickly transformed the Lady KAT into a kind of female-looking Dracula.
To Audrey Sinclair, who paused to study the dominant lady for a moment, KAT appeared to be slinky, sexy, and definitely sinister-looking. Further, the young heiress felt that male submissives from all over the planet would have dropped at KAT’s feet in complete surrender.
“Are you ready, Ms. Sinclair?” KAT asked with an impatient look that was usually reserved for her male clients.
Audrey caught herself staring in full of admiration at the manner in which the Lady KAT had handled her male client.
“I don’t think I could have been so forceful with a male,” the young woman told the dominant lady. “I envy your ability to make them do whatever you want. You make it seem so effortless.”
“It takes all kinds of women to make a world, Ms. Sinclair,” KAT responded. “Some are soft and sweet, and others are here to tame selected members of the egotistical male sex. I’m in the latter category. However, with a bit of close instruction, I could help you to become a blistering authoritarian over any member of the male sex. You’d find they’d want to do anything for you!”
“I think you’re amazing, KAT,” Audrey admitted. “At another time, I might take you up on your suggestion.”
The fragile, young beauty smiled at KAT in a most disarming way, and the dominant lady felt she had won a sincere admirer. KAT wondered where this attachment might eventually lead. On a social level, KAT would like to have known young Audrey Sinclair a lot better - but, of course, this was business, and business always came first with the Lady in Black!
* * * * *
On the way to the Sinclair estate in Audrey’s gleaming, red sports car, KAT asked a few exploratory questions, the chief of which was, “Do you have any clues about where your father might have hidden his fortune? Any clues, at all?”
“Not really,” Audrey replied. “Whenever, I asked about it, he would smile and say something truly puzzling and cryptic.”
“What was that?” KAT asked.
“He told me, ‘The secret to the Sinclair Family treasure is hidden in my pussy’!”
“Hidden in HIS pussy?” KAT exclaimed with a smile. “What the hell is that suppose to mean?”
“I haven’t the slightest idea,” Audrey replied with a huge sigh of resignation. “I sure wish I did!”
As they sped along the highway, Kat changed the subject. She wanted to know more concerning Angelo. “Tell me about this macho-dude, step-brother of yours.”
“He’s an antagonistic, selfish, lazy, calculating, over-sexed, obnoxious, male bastard. He’s about six-foot tall, at 180 pounds, and a royal pain in the rear,” Audrey replied.
“That describes a lot of men,” KAT laughed sardonically.
Most of the rest of the ride to the Sinclair estate was spent in utter silence while both women mused over the only hint they had at finding the missing money. What did Harry Sinclair’s obscure statement - ‘The secret to finding the Sinclair Family treasure is hidden in my pussy’, - really mean?
“Did your father have a girl friend who could shed some light on this?” KAT finally asked. “Various men often refer to women as ‘pussies’, you know.”
“I’ve thought of that,” Audrey revealed, “but after my mother died, Dad only had an occasional fling with a few society females. There was no one woman who was special in his life.”
Three minutes later, Audrey’s car was turning off the main road onto the long, winding driveway among the trees that led up to the front of her impressive mansion.
“Because I couldn’t pay them, I’ve sent most of the regular staff on an extended vacation,” Audrey announced. “It’ll be that way until I can find my hidden fortune. There’s only Rose, my maid, left on duty. She fixes some of my meals, and takes care of a little house cleaning, the laundry, bed making, and such. She’s a lovely, very helpful servant, and a good friend.”
“Is your macho male nemesis, Angelo, going to be there when we arrive?” KAT asked.
“I never know where he’ll be at any given hour,” Audrey answered, “but he hardly ever leaves the house. Incidentally, Rose said Angelo has made sexual advances on her, too.”
“I can hardly wait to meet him,” KAT hissed softly.
“Be careful, KAT,” Audrey replied. “I think Angelo might be dangerous if he was challenged.”
“He might also be a wimp,” KAT responded. “Many men are! Most are all brag and bluster.”
Audrey Sinclair parked at the mansion’s main entrance, and the two women walked toward the imposing front door. KAT, carrying a briefcase, studied the opulence on view as Audrey opened the door into the majestic foyer.
All this wealth, KAT was thinking, and people still manage to have monumental problems. Excessive money certainly does NOT guarantee even a fair measure of serenity and happiness.
Audrey took KAT on a tour of the lower floor of the mansion. She was actually looking for Rose, and wanted to tell the maid to prepare a bedroom for KAT, but there was no one to be seen anywhere. The mansion was as silent as a tomb.
“Let’s go upstairs,” Audrey indicated, and the two women began to climb the grand, marble staircase situated near the entrance to the house.
There was still no sign or sound of anyone from the main second floor hallway and balcony. So, after a moment of reflection, Audrey took KAT into what used to be her father’s expansive bedroom.
“I know the easiest way to discover where Rose is in the house,” Audrey told KAT, “but it’s a secret. Please don’t tell anyone.”
On the bedroom wall past the fireplace, there was a large selection of books. Audrey pushed a secret button and part of the bookshelf slid open. Revealed beyond was an interior room.
At Audrey’s signal both women stepped over the threshold, and the bookshelf closed by itself with a silent whisper. KAT was quietly intrigued by the mystery.
Faint illumination in the secret room came from a single nightlight until Audrey pushed a few switches. Immediately, the space was filled with additional lighting from more than a dozen monitor screens mounted in three rows on a single wall.
“My father had television cameras located strategically all over the house,” Audrey explained.
As she fiddled with more controls, Audrey told KAT, “My father was a devout voyeur. He loved to invite selected individuals here to his home - both friends and enemies - as weekend guests. Afterward, he would wait and watch to see what they did and said when they thought they were in private.”
“Your father watched people, EVEN in the bedrooms and bathrooms?” KAT asked, already knowing what the answer would be.
“My father watched his guests, ESPECIALLY in the bedrooms and bathrooms!” Audrey freely admitted. “As I say, he was a voyeur who permitted no obstacle to interfere with his pleasure. My father’s collection of revealing videotapes is endlessly entertaining. It’s how he was able to initiate his ongoing relationship with Rose, my maid. My father was having sex with her quite often. She is quite a dish as you will soon see when I locate her.”
KAT smiled, and was about to ask another question when Audrey called her attention to one of the monitors.
“There’s Rose,” Audrey said suddenly. “She’s in Angelo’s room. He’s got her on his bed. Are those handcuffs on her wrists and ropes on her ankles? What the hell is he doing? I’ll turn up the sound so we can hear what’s being said!”
“Listen you petite bitch,” the figure of Angelo was saying to Rose on the television screen, “you might as well realize you’re going to learn to ‘put out’ for me anytime I want to fuck you! You’re not playing hard-to-get with me any longer. I’m not having that crap from any of you fucking pussies in this house. I’ll use you as I please, and whenever I want to!”
“You won’t get away with this, you filthy pig,” Rose was shrieking in her slight Spanish accent. “I’ll tell Ms. Sinclair as soon as she gets home. You’ll be put out on the curb, or even in jail, where a bastard like you really belongs.”
“Hah!” Angelo spat at Rose contemptuously, “That snooty boss of yours is going to be the next notch on my belt. I’ll be fucking her too, right after she comes home. I think I’ll keep you both prisoners in one of the storerooms while I look for her father’s money, and then, I won’t be interrupted any more. Now, before I stick my big stiff cock in your juicy cunt, tell me what you know about where her father’s money might be. What did her father mean when he said, ‘The secret to the Sinclair Family treasure is hidden in my pussy’?”
“I don’t know what he meant,” Rose screamed defiantly, “and even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you, you filthy bastard!”
In response to her words, Angelo slapped Rose across the face and began ripping the clothes from her lithe body. It appeared as if a bona fide rape was in the preliminary stages. The timing of Audrey and KAT as witnesses to the event would prove to be providential!
“I think we’ve seen and heard enough,” KAT quickly informed Audrey. “What’s the quickest way to Angelo’s bedroom?”
“Through here,” a trembling Audrey said, as she opened another hidden door from the secret room.
The thick carpeting in the hallway helped to muffle the sounds of their quick feet as KAT and Audrey moved in the direction of Rose’s location. Near the doorway, KAT removed her cape, and cautioned Audrey to remain as quiet as possible when they entered Angelo’s room.
The two women arrived on the scene, just as Angelo had finished stripping Rose’s lithe body. The nipples of two well-rounded breasts pointed toward the ceiling, and a thick patch of dark, curly hair could be seen nestled invitingly between her thighs.
The ineffective thrashing and straining of Rose’s naked torso on the bed only made her even more desirable to Angelo’s basic intent. The macho male was thinking he had waited long enough to begin fucking Audrey’s lovely maid on a regular basis.
In searching the mansion for Audrey’s hidden money, Angelo had recently discovered secret videotapes of the late Harry Sinclair having sex with the maid. Angelo thought the tapes were enormously entertaining. He had never imagined so much fucking and sucking had been going on in the house and right under Angelo’s nose too. So, the macho dude knew the lovely Spanish morsel was fully capable of providing the kind if intense fellatio and copulating action he always desired. The problem was that prior to this date Rose had always ignored Angelo’s sly offers to get intimate. Indeed, Rose always acted as if Angelo did not even exist.
On several occasions in the past, Angelo had watched Rose’s intriguing, piston-like hips and her wondrous breasts as they swished invitingly right passed him down hallways in the mansion, or up that grand, marble staircase, all in the performance of her duties. Her jiggling feminine assets were completely fascinating to a macho-minded male like Angelo.
It was true Rose had never paid any attention to Angelo. She would not even look his way, and of course the macho dude badly wanted to possess her. Now, he thought, since there was no one else around to interrupt, the time had finally come to do some long-overdue sexual exploration of the maid’s enticing mind and body.
Angelo had positioned himself on his knees between Rose’s tethered legs, just as the Lady KAT steeped into the scene at the bedside. The dominant lady was standing directly behind the aroused, deeply engrossed, male perpetrator. Without hesitation, KAT expertly reached for Angelo’s dangling testicles. What a convenient target they were for a dominant lady to be grasping!
KAT knew Angelo’s exposed balls would be perfect to use in quickly subduing him. She smiled to herself sadistically at her self- assured triumph.
KAT’s fingers closed in a tight grip, and Angelo’s entire body stiffened very suddenly. The macho dude let out a muffled cry of immediate, grave concern.
What the hell is this, Angelo wondered in the panic of his pain-filled position. He wanted to speak anguished words of surprise and astonishment, but no sound would come out of his mouth. Angelo’s lusty masculine desire had been thereby instantly throttled by KAT’s direct intervention. The kneeling male was poised in frozen disbelief. What was happening to him?
Of course, SURPRISE was the key to KAT’s initial success with Angelo. The situation was rather humorous in a way, especially to a dominant female of KAT’s caliber. She could have easily held Angelo in his stationary position indefinitely. He would not have dared to move.
KAT gloried in another personal instance of female invincibility.
No wonder Audrey had chosen KAT to help her. In a truly efficient manner, the dominant lady was already providing an effective demonstration of her professional prowess over the lowly male.
“What’s your name, Numb Nuts?” KAT hissed, breaking the electric silence in the room.
“W-who are - are y-you?” Angelo managed to reply to his unseen adversary. “W-who’s there behind me?”
“No, no, Numb Nuts,” KAT snickered impolitely, “I’ll ask the questions. You just supply the answers, or be prepared suffer the fucking consequences. Just remember, I have your precious nuts in my fist, and I could easily turn you into a boy soprano! It’s that simple. Don’t make the situation any more difficult for yourself than it already is. Now, tell me, what’s your fucking name?”
“Ann-ann-angelo,” the male grimaced.
“That’s a funny name for a guy,” KAT teased as she continued holding her punishing grip. “Ann Ann Angelo. Is that what you’re saying?”
“AngeloooO,” the male repeated with a pain-filled groan.
“Angelo, eh?” KAT responded. “Well, you’re the guy I’ve been wanting to meet. I came up here to have a nice friendly chat with you, but I find you’re getting ready to have sex this lovely woman. Is my evaluation of this situation correct?”
Still in his immobilized position, Angelo nodded his head slightly, hoping it would suffice for an answer.
“I asked if you were getting ready to have sex this lovely lady! Were you?” KAT demanded with a punishing twist to the right. “Answer me, Numb Nuts!”
“Y-yessss,” Angelo groaned anew.
“But I see the lady’s trussed up with cuffs on her wrists, and ropes on her ankles” KAT interjected. “Did you have permission to fuck her, or were you forcing yourself on her?”
Angelo whimpered in his personal agony. So, KAT addressed Rose directly for the first time, as she still lay prostrate under her would-be assailant.
“Excuse me, Darling,” KAT inquired while peering over Angelo’s shoulder, “did this filthy bastard have permission to have sex with you?”
“He certainly did NOT!” Rose shrieked.
“Don’t be upset, Darling,” KAT advised Rose, “I’ll get the bastard off you, right now!”
Still holding her unrelenting grip, KAT turned her full attention back to Angelo. Using her free hand, she slapped harshly at his quaking ass, as if she was disciplining a disobedient animal.
“Get off the fucking bed!” KAT hissed, “and onto the floor, Numb Nuts! MOVE IT! Press your ugly face into the carpeting.”
KAT motioned Audrey to free Rose from her restraints. KAT also ordered, “I want the handcuffs on the bastard’s wrists, and get the blindfold out of my briefcase.”
In a few seconds, KAT had maneuvered Angelo face down into the carpeting next to the bed. She used only slight, sporadic twisting to get the perfect, docile performance from him.
As he lay on the floor, Angelo’s wrists were quickly fastened behind his back while the blindfold was applied to his eyes. He was, understandably, in a desperate panic.
For herself, Audrey Sinclair was greatly pleased at KAT’s undeniable efficiency in imposing her will over the troublesome male. She noticed KAT never faltered for a second in her handling of Angelo.
At KAT’s direction, Audrey moved to comfort her maid, Rose. A blanket was draped around her nakedness. Meanwhile, the dominant lady’s punishing testicle grip was not released until after she had Angelo seated in a nearby straight-backed chair.
Nylon rope from her brief case was quickly looped and knotted to hold her male’s body in an upright sitting position. Angelo was then blindfolded. The macho male found himself naked and handcuffed, just as the maid, Rose, had been.
“What are you going to do with me?” Angelo asked from behind the covering on his eyes. Fear and trepidation had already crept into his voice. Like all males in a similar situation, he was obviously fearful of the unknown, and especially anxious about his unidentified female adversary.
In response to his question, KAT suddenly slapped at Angelo’s face. The dominatrix hit with enough force to jar his head to the side, and immediately the male’s face began to redden.
“You keep your filthy mouth shut, Numb Nuts, if you want to survive tonight’s festivities,” KAT threatened. “And don’t ask about anything. Just be prepared to answer any question we put to you about your disgusting, anti-social behavior. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”
With her last utterance, KAT slapped at Angelo’s face again. She rocked his head left and right, before asking, “Do we understand each other, Slut?”
The face slapping, of course, was a softening up process. KAT turned any remaining resistance from Angelo into mush! He quickly became a very cooperative male subject, or he knew he would be suffering the immediate consequences. He didn’t yet know the name of his female adversary, but obviously, she was a woman not to be taken lightly.
Audrey and her maid, Rose, stood off to the side clinging to each other as they drank in the riveting spectacle. Then, as Rose was handed a robe to replace the blanket covering her nakedness, KAT signaled both women to follow her into the hallway.
The view of arrogant Angelo tied, whimpering, and slumped dejectedly in the bedroom chair filled Audrey with a great measure of relief. She was already glad to have enlisted KAT’s professional support. The dominant female had neutralized the bothersome male, and now, hopefully, she would help in finding her father’s hidden treasure.
In the quiet of the hallway, KAT and Audrey further consoled Rose in her near-calamitous ordeal with Angelo. They spoke about priorities, and what should they do next?
“Aren’t we going to call the police,” Rose wanted to know. “I want this bastard arrested!”
“I think finding Audrey’s money is far more important at this moment,” KAT answered calmly. “Angelo isn’t going anywhere, and we can always deal with him ourselves. Besides, calling the police now will only slow us down and muddy the waters. Let’s keep first things first! That’s my recommendation.”
Audrey agreed with KAT’s logical assessment, but Rose was adamant about Angelo paying for his attempted sexual assault of her. The Spanish maid was obviously very angry, and wanted a great measure of personal revenge.
KAT spoke again: “Rose, there’s no guarantee Angelo will EVER pay for his crimes, especially if we put him in the hands of the authorities. With a crafty lawyer, he could be back on the street in an hour and, in court, it could be made to appear as if the attempted rape tonight was all YOUR doing, not his. You’ve read about such things in the paper, I’m sure.”
KAT continued, “I’ll make certain you get a bit of personal revenge against the bastard. Wouldn’t that be most fitting? Both you and Audrey deserve to be vindicated, and I’ll help to see you get to punish Angelo personally!”
KAT’s reasonable words seemed to placate Audrey, but Rose was still not to be denied.
“If we’re NOT going to call the police,” Rose insisted, “let’s put Angelo under some painful stress right now! While he’s suffering for his misdeeds, I’ll watch him, and you two can begin searching for Ms. Sinclair’s money.”
KAT looked at Audrey for agreement, and the three women went back into the bedroom to begin immediately dealing with Angelo.
Hissing near Angelo’s ear, KAT informed him, “The lovely, little lady you tried to rape has decided she wants to personally even the score with you, Bastard. I think that’s only proper, don’t you?”
Still blindfolded, and restrained naked to his chair, Angelo had no idea who was addressing him, but he made his first real attempt at communication.
"How can I get out of this awful situation?" Angelo asked, sounding uncharacteristically desperate.
"You’re right where you deserve to be,” KAT answered. “You’re under the total control of three vengeful females. Maybe you should beg for forgiveness for trying to rape this lovely lady.”
“This is terrible!” Angelo groaned.
“Terrible? We think it’s perfectly marvelous!” KAT declared. “Are you going apologize, or do you want me to turn Rose loose on you? She’s simply itching to fuck you over a bit.”
"All right! All right!” Angelo replied, as if he never would have thought of it himself. “I’m sorry! I apologize!”
"Apologize, for what?" KAT asked. “Spell it out for us, Numb Nuts, so all the ladies understand what you’re saying.”
"You know, I’m sorry for what I tried to do," Angelo replied from behind his blindfold.
"We don't know what you mean,” KAT replied. “You tell us. Make all the ladies understand. Or do you want a few more slaps to energize your fucking mouth?"
"I guess, - I guess I shouldn't have tried to do what I did," Angelo replied. The macho male was obviously very unhappy with his ultra-vulnerable position.
"And what was it that you did, Slut?” KAT prompted, in her mission to make Angelo as torturously uncomfortable as possible.
Viewing the proceedings from close by, Audrey smiled at the effect KAT’s chosen words were having on the troubled male. Even Rose was warming to the unique situation. KAT heard a soft, vengeful snicker from the maid.
"I-I tried to make love to Rose," Angelo admitted.
“You tried to make LOVE to Rose?” KAT asked in feigned shock. “Is that what you call it? It looked like RAPE in progress to us, and we ladies want to hear you admit it! RIGHT NOW!”
From beneath his blindfold, Angelo licked his sweaty lips nervously, and then, after a bit of stressful delay, he finally murmured, “Yes, I was - I was going to rape the maid, but I realize now, I - I - shouldn’t have tried to do it. - Now, let me go!"
"Let you go?” KAT questioned. “Don’t be silly. We’re just getting started here.”
"Well, - what are you going to do with me?" Angelo asked, with a tinge of mingled anger and fear in his voice.
"Oh, are you going to be disagreeable?" KAT asked in feigned shock.
Angelo bit his quivering lip to keep from shouting at the three women. "No, - no, I won’t do that," he declared.
"Brilliant decision, Numb Nuts!” The dominant female sneered. “Don't you use that awful tone with us, ever again! We plan to keep you here until we’re satisfied you’re truly sorry for your awful behavior. For instance, Audrey Sinclair, the rightful, sole owner of this house and property, has asked you to pack up and leave, several times in the recent past. Is that true?”
"Yeah, I - I guess she has," Angelo admitted sheepishly.
"Then, why haven’t you gone?” KAT demanded.
When Angelo did not immediately answer, KAT stepped closer to the male and slapped at his face again.
"I asked you a fucking question, Slut,” KAT thundered.
The dominant female gritted her teeth, and slapped at the tip of Angelo’s wrinkled penis with her fingertips, just to show her gross dissatisfaction with his hesitant behavior. Angelo grimaced and groaned from the intimate attack.
“You thought you’d hang around the estate and sexually badger these two lovely ladies, and then you’d try to find the hidden treasure for yourself. Isn’t that true, Bastard?”
It seemed the Lady KAT was questioning Angelo as if she was a lawyer in court.
“Isn’t that true?” She repeated.
“Yeah,” Angelo admitted in a soft, murmuring tone.
“Yes, MISTRESS!” KAT corrected loudly.
“Yes, Mistress,” Angelo responded softly.
“You should have left Ms. Sinclair’s home just as you were told, isn’t that also true?” KAT hissed.
“Yes, Mistress,” Angelo moaned, before he added, “and I promise to go now if you’ll let me. I don’t want anymore of this treatment.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” KAT explained. “You had your opportunity to leave, but now you can stay here with us for a while. We all want to see you suffer for your gross misdeeds.”
KAT emphasized her harsh words with a twisting pinch at Angelo’s right nipple. The male writhed in deep distress, while his tormentor and the dominant lady’s female companions snickered their gloating laughter.
Angelo was totally bewildered about how to cope. He could only try to endure, as he wished he were somewhere else; anywhere else would have been just fine.
Audrey Sinclair and her maid, Rose, moved to sit on a nearby couch to further watch the engrossing contest of wills. The issue was very basic: ‘SUPERIOR FEMALE versus a befuddled, guilty male’.
Both women were smiling their content at KAT’s active interrogation, and especially at Angelo’s reactions. He was beginning to whimper over the hopelessness of his situation.
“What’s this?” KAT mocked. “Not tears? Spare us! - A big, tough rapist like you is reduced to tears? Do you believe this, Ladies? This Angelo dude is a fucking wimp!”
KAT decided to change tactics to aggravate Angelo further. She announced, “The lovely lady you were going to rape wants to know if you’re really penitent. Are you, Slut?”
“Yes, - I am,” Angelo murmured from behind his blindfold.
“Rose is waiting for an apology,” KAT informed him. “You never gave her one. Let’s hear it now!”
“I’m sorry,” Angelo muttered.
“Use her name when you speak to the lady,” KAT demanded.
“I’m sorry, Rose,” Angelo replied softly.
“MISTRESS Rose, to you,” KAT corrected. “Say it!”
“I’m sorry, Mistress Rose,” Angelo responded.
“Do you accept his apology, Rose?” KAT asked.
“No, I don’t!” The maid hissed with a smile. “Let him suffer!”
“Oooo, this looks bad for you, Slut,” Kat informed Angelo. “Mistress Rose wants you to suffer for your misdeeds. - Shall I ask Mistress Sinclair what she thinks? - The lovely owner of this mansion might be impartial in this case, - but I seem to remember you talked about putting your slimy paws on her, too. Is that true?”