BDSM TETRALOGY
Elaine Shuel
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2011 Elaine Shuel
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Vanessa was highly regarded at Elegant Fashions. She was the owner and CEO at the retail giant, which catered to the rich and famous. Celebrities regularly frequented the establishment and she became personal friends to many. She was on the A-list for invites and one of Forbes 500 Richest Americans, 5 years in a row. The world was at her fingertips. She was a power to be reckoned with.
Despite her financial success, there were only a handful of men that she had been intimate with. She married one of them but the relationship was short-lived. Their lovemaking was lackluster; something was missing. Their marriage lasted only 2 years and left her with their young son, Cody, to raise. A nanny did most of the work but Vanessa managed to say good night to him at least 3 nights a week. That is, when she wasn’t traveling.
As he grew older, Vanessa took Cody on some of her business trips. He had been all over Europe, comfortable meeting royalty and partying in their circles. At 25 and working as a junior VP at Elegant Fashions, he was considered one of the most eligible bachelors around. He was featured in countless magazines, with Princesses, heiresses, actresses or anyone else they incessantly linked him to. Some he dated and some he barely knew.
Vanessa was sitting at her desk looking at some sales reports, when Kelly called. Kelly was an important contact, personal assistant to Monica Valdelle. Monica was the supermodel used in some of Elegant Fashion’s major advertising.
“Vanessa, Monica wants you to come to her party tonight. I know it’s last moment but you know Monica. She gets an idea in her head and she must do it right away.”
“Thanks for the invite Kelly but this really isn’t a good night. I’m exhausted. Rain check?”
“Monica is bringing someone special to the party that she wants to introduce to everyone. She would be very disappointed if you didn’t show, Vanessa. “
“Ok I’ll be there.”
“Great, see you at 8pm Vanessa.”
The last thing Vanessa wanted was to attend that party but having an unhappy supermodel wouldn’t help sell her new collection.
Vanessa arrived dressed to the nines, as always. She was a vision of beauty in her long black gown with sequins. Her fingernails were perfectly manicured and painted red. Her full red lips and long red hair completed the look. At 45, Vanessa was still very sexy and shapely. Her chauffeur let her off by the front door and Vanessa walked in to the mansion. Monica greeted her immediately. Monica’s curvy blond hairdo, blue eyes, pouty lips and willowy body made her one of America’s top models.
“Vanessa, you came. I’m so glad. I want you to meet, Simon. Simon, this is Vanessa, Vanessa this is Simon. Simon and I used to model together in Paris. “
Vanessa put out her hand to reach Simon’s dark-skinned one. Vanessa wasn’t surprised he was a model. His muscular physique and his handsome face with piercing eyes were mesmerizing. Vanessa remained cool.
“Nice to meet you, Simon.”
“The pleasure’s all mine, Vanessa,” Simon said, kissing the palm of Vanessa’s hand. Instead of letting go, he took her hand in his and led her to the veranda. He looked fantastic in his tuxedo. He pulled out a chair for her to sit down. He grabbed his seat and brought it near hers and sat.
“Simon, would you be interested in modeling for my company, Elegant Fashions? You and Monica would make a gorgeous couple for our ads.”
“Monica said the same. That’s one of the reasons I came to LA, to meet you.”
“What’s the other reason?”
“I saw your picture in a magazine and wanted to see if your beauty was matched in the real. Instead, I see it didn’t do you justice.”
Vanessa blushed and changed the subject.
“Let’s discuss your modeling, Simon.”
It was decided that Simon and Monica would do a test shoot together the next day. During their discussion, Simon disclosed that he and Monica had been lovers. Their romance didn’t last, but their friendship had endured. Vanessa and Simon spoke briefly about the modeling job and then Simon left to be introduced to the other guests.
Vanessa mingled with the other invitees the rest of the evening and then said her goodbyes to both Monica and Simon and left.
The next day, Simon and Monica did their test shoot together and their chemistry was undeniable. The layout would be exquisite with these two, Vanessa determined. Simon was hired immediately.
Simon moved in with Monica, an arrangement they both seemed pleased with. When Monica told her, Vanessa thought it was odd that the exes would live together but she didn’t give it much thought.
The “Hot Nights” campaign was going to be vital to the success of the venture so Vanessa decided to oversee it personally. Sexy lingerie was a market that Elegant Fashions wanted to conquer. It was a risky departure but Vanessa knew it would be successful.
Vanessa invited Monica and Simon out for dinner to discuss the focus of the shoot. It should tantalize and promote the notion that wearing the lingerie would bring out the tiger out of the men and make the women purr. Vanessa brought along one of the outfits each of them would be wearing, to better show them what she meant. Monica took a peak in the bag.
“I have an idea. Let’s go back to my place to try them on.”
“Ok,” Vanessa agreed.
Back at Monica’s mansion, Vanessa sat next to Simon on the plush beige couch. Monica took Vanessa’s bag and went up the circular staircase to her bedroom. Returning, she wore the silk leopard print bustier with a matching G-string, long black gloves and fishnet stockings and high heels. She looked exquisite and oh-so-sexy.
Monica winked at Simon. “It’s your turn Simon. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
”Be right back.” Simon left for a bit longer than expected.
Simon returned wearing matching silk briefs that left little to the imagination as to what assets were hidden behind it. Vanessa could feel her pussy moisten at the sight and that shocked her. Her cheeks reddened and she hoped nobody noticed. The robe that went with the thong was loosely worn over his muscular shoulders.
“Let’s see the two of you together, Monica. I want you lying on the floor, looking up at Simon. Does that position bother you, Monica?”
“Not at all,” Monica smiled. They posed the way Vanessa directed.
“Perfect. That’s exactly the look I wanted to achieve.” Vanessa said.
“Now that the work is over, let’s take it easy and unwind. Want a drink, Vanessa? What about you, Simon?” Monica asked. Both nodded.
They each drank some red wine. Vanessa limited her liquor to social company functions like this one. When Monica poured a second glass for herself and Simon, Vanessa accepted another one after some hesitation. Monica urged her to have it. They were all feeling quite relaxed.
Vanessa felt very comfortable seated on the large couch between Simon and Monica. The liquor loosened her inhibitions. Simon moved closer to Vanessa and whispered in her ear how lovely she looked. His manly smell, his thick lips and his black body made Vanessa quiver. He gently took her hand in his and as she began to take it back, he began nibbling on her neck. Vanessa tingled with arousal at the feel of his lips.
“Simon, you shouldn’t be doing that,” Vanessa stammered. Simon continued.
When he said, “Want me to stop?” Vanessa faintly said no. By now they were oblivious to the fact they had an audience, Monica. Simon took Vanessa’s hand and placed it on top of his underwear-covered crotch.
“Rub it,” Simon said. She could tell it was already partially erect.
Vanessa obeyed and felt his manhood while she stroked on top of his thong. His prick grew rapidly, reacting to her titillating touch. It struggled to remain contained. Vanessa could feel her panties getting soaked. Suddenly Simon stood up and took Vanessa by one hand. He told Monica who was watching from the sideline, to grab the other. They walked to a door and stood in front of it. Simon ordered Monica to unlock it. In the grand tour that Vanessa had in the past, Monica never opened that door. Vanessa always wondered why. Monica left for a second and got the key and opened it.
Letting Vanessa’s hand drop out of his, Simon led the way down some stairs, as the 2 women followed. The underground room was something out of a movie. Vanessa saw equipment there that she couldn’t fathom what they were used for. She saw outfits that were unlike anything she had ever worn, most of them leather. Simon motioned for Vanessa to sit and watch. She obediently sat down on a nearby chair. His attention shifted to Monica.
“Take off your clothes and get down on your knees, slut,” he ordered Monica. Monica did as he demanded. Vanessa couldn’t believe it. She was about to object.
“It’s ok, Vanessa. Simon’s my Master. “
“Silence,” Simon said. “Enough. Suck my cock.” Monica pulled down Simon’s thong and began satisfying him with her well-trained mouth.
“Take it deeper, whore,” he shouted.
Vanessa’s eyes were transfixed at the sight. She stared at his immense dark dick and was shocked at seeing Monica’s subservient manner. Monica was fervently sucking his stiff cock until she gagged. That didn’t stop her from deep throating his massive manhood.
“Get up, slave,” he suddenly bellowed. Monica immediately rose up.
Simon led Monica to a nearby massage table. Vanessa couldn’t help noticing the shower of pussy juice that dripped down Monica’s slender legs.
“Lie down,” Simon ordered. Monica didn’t dare refuse. Simon attached the ankle and wrist cuffs that were connected to each side of the furniture. Monica laid spread eagle on the bed. Her thighs opened wide and pussy in full view. Her cunt was smooth and her lips thickened with excitement and anticipation.
“I have a surprise for you.” Monica trembled slightly but the flow from her cunt increased.
Simon went over to a box that was near some other instruments. He opened the lid and searched inside.
“This would be perfect,” Simon smiled mischievously.
He put on a strange contraption on Monica by lifting her head and tying it up to her face and body. The leather ring gag fit in her mouth, making talking painful. A 16-inch chain with an adjustable nipple clamp was attached to each end of the ring gag. This was meant to keep the nipples sensitive and perky.
“Slave, try to move your head.”
Monica struggled and cried out when she attempted to do so.
“Good,” Simon was pleased.
Vanessa’s eyes were glued to the massage table. Simon looked over at Vanessa as if he just remembered her presence.
Simon said, “Come here.”
“No Simon, I can’t,” Vanessa stammered.
“I’m not asking you, slave. I am TELLING you.” Simon declared, with his eyes wide and determined.
Vanessa walked over to Simon. “It’s your turn,” Simon told Vanessa. “Strip off your clothes.” Vanessa wavered.
“What are you waiting for, slut? I said strip off your clothes,” Simon commanded.
Vanessa shed her clothes uncomfortably, as Simon took in every part of her exposed frame. She felt embarrassed that the nipples on her ample bosom were aroused and firm, given how he was treating her. She was disturbed that the throbbing in her slit increased as he stared at it. The excitement in her underused cunt intensified almost unbearably. She thought about putting a finger inside, to pacify it. Simon interrupted those ideas.
“Now whore, it’s time someone showed you who’s boss. From now on you will refer to me as Master. Understand?”
“Yes Master,” Vanessa replied weakly.
“Excuse me? I didn’t hear that,” Simon responded.
“Yes Master,” Vanessa said loud and clear.
“Get on your knees and worship your Master’s cock,” Simon ordered.
Vanessa hesitated. “NOW,” Simon added.
Vanessa got on her knees to do as Simon dictated. She pulled down his underwear and helped him out of it. She looked at his exquisite ebony rod and gigantic balls. She instinctively licked her lips. Vanessa was hungry to have her mouth engulf it. She stuck out her tongue to commence her duty. She was now a willing participant in the dungeon.
She wasn’t quite the expert Monica was. In fact, she had only sucked cock a few times. This magnificent piece of black meat was by far the largest she had ever seen. Simon seemed to sense her inexperience.
“Lick up the shaft, slut,” Simon instructed.
She had never heard herself referred to as a slut, before today. The tempo in her invigorated pussy, reached a new level at the word. Starting at the base, her insecure tongue slowly and tentatively moved up the length of his hardened pole. Upon reaching the swollen cockhead, her tongue seemed to take on a mind of its own. Enthusiastically it circled his piss hole and then pressed down in its midcenter. All the while, Vanessa tickled his large balls with her exploring fingers.
Simon grunted as Vanessa’s confidence grew, “That’s it, slave. Keep it up. Fuck, that’s it.”
Eager to please Simon, she opened her mouth wider than she ever had to, or needed to, before. Her wanting lips wrapped around the expanded tip of his tool. Her hand gripped his shaft and she stroked up and down its full length incessantly. Vanessa felt the thickness of his dick grow with her grip and his moans got louder. She took his dick down deeper, not able to have Monica’s finesse in getting past the gagging. It didn’t matter.
“I’m going to cum. Slave, swallow all of it,” Simon ordered.
With that, Simon emptied a huge load of his spunk into Vanessa’s mouth. She looked up into his eyes as he filled her up with his hot cream. Remembering his instructions, she didn’t lose a drop of it. His cum covered every part of her mouth and for the first time she savored the taste of it. She opened her mouth, to show Simon she completed the task as demanded.
“Very good, slut,” Simon acknowledged. Vanessa started to pick up her clothes.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Simon asked.
“Getting ready to leave.”
”Excuse me???” Simon questioned.
“Sorry, getting ready to leave, Master.” Vanessa quickly added.
“Slave, you don’t leave until you ask for permission and I grant it.”
“Yes Master. I apologize.”
“Slave Monica needs some tending to. I want you to lick her cunt,” Simon stated.
“I can’t. I have never licked pussy. I am a heterosexual,” Vanessa answered.
Simon gave a hearty laugh. “Who cares what you are? Your Master is ordering you to do something. You do it.”
Vanessa went over to Monica, still lying flat and tied up to the massage table.
“Get between her legs,” Simon continued.
The smell of her profuse outpouring grew stronger as Vanessa got closer to Monica’s flooded pussy. Hesitantly she moved her tongue between Monica’s inner full lips and moved it all along her wet twat. Monica tried to say something coherent but had to stop due to the gag in her mouth. Vanessa kept licking in various motions, keeping in mind how she liked her slit tended to.
“Finger her cunt,” Simon chimed in.
Vanessa knew better than to argue. She took one finger and probed inside Monica’s lubricated entrance. Monica squirmed and she uttered some noises.
“Put in more fingers,” Simon dictated.
Vanessa gazed over at Simon and he was standing there, dick in hand, stroking his tool of mass proportion. Vanessa added a second finger to explore inside Monica’s warm cunt. In and out, hard and fast, she plunged. Monica’s pussy juices covered Vanessa’s digits. Vanessa took Monica’s engorged clit between her teeth and sucked on it. Monica couldn’t hold back any longer. Her sweet nectar poured into Vanessa’s mouth. Some cum fell onto her lips and cheeks and flowed down her chin.
“It’s my turn now. Get away from her,” Simon demanded.
Vanessa cleared the pathway for her Master. Simon’s aroused prick was ready for action. He removed the ring gag so he’d hear the sounds his slave made while he fucked her. Then he took off the ankle and cuff wrists. He went back to the box and put back the gag. He took out an 18” paddle with suede lace attached to it. Returning to the specially made massage table, he pushed down the edge of it.
“Get into doggy style position, slave.” Monica obediently did as she was told. She was well trained.
Simon gave Monica’s ass a swift spank with the paddle. Monica screamed out. He did it again, this time even harder. The third time was swift and more forcefully. The sound reverberated all over the room. Vanessa could see the reddened souvenir on Monica’s ass.
“Beg me to spank you more, slave.”
“Please Master, keep spanking me.” Vanessa was shocked that Monica wanted it to continue.
The paddling continued for a few more minutes until Simon decided his dick needed attention. Standing up in a good position to reach his goal, Simon rammed his oversized cock into Monica’s overflowing slit. He thrust rapidly and repeatedly, satisfying himself on his property’s greatest asset. Monica took every inch of his pounding. She screamed and moaned loudly. Simon spanked Monica’s ass at intervals. Rather than diminish her delight, it heightened with each chilling whipping. Simon grunted and emptied his balls into Monica as her intense orgasm flooded his satiated rod.
“Get up," Simon prescribed.
Gobs of cum poured down Monica’s legs as she sat upright at the edge of the table. Simon helped her step down from it. She grabbed her clothes and Simon picked up his thong. Both got redressed.
“That was fun. Thanks Simon and Vanessa,” Monica smiled.
“We have to do this again soon,” Simon told them.
Vanessa didn’t know how to reply. She nodded agreement. She quickly put her clothes back on. They left the dungeon and Vanessa made excuses and left the house soon after.
Back home, Vanessa replayed the events of the evening in her head. She tried to deny that she enjoyed it but her cum covered panties betrayed her. As she lay in bed, she masturbated to the image of sucking Simon’s dick and drinking his savory sperm. She climaxed to that thought and fell asleep shortly thereafter.
Back at the office the next day, a package was dropped off for Vanessa. Wondering who sent it, she opened it up and saw a DVD and an envelope. Her hands shook as she read the enclosed letter.
“Vanessa, watch the DVD and if you don’t want yourself splashed all over the internet, arrange for $10 million dollars to be transferred to this Swiss bank account 25128304 at the Bank of Switzerland. You have 48 hours. Don’t do anything foolish like go to the police. We’ve arranged for that DVD to be uploaded immediately if we get arrested.”
Vanessa locked her door and stuck the DVD into the player. She was horrified seeing herself naked and tending to Simon’s black cock, his cum filling her mouth. She began watching herself lick Monica but it was more than she could bear. She shut off the video. Her mind tried to process all that she saw. Hers was the only face shown. It was edited so that Simon and Monica couldn’t be identified. Even the voices were doctored, that is all except hers.
Vanessa knew she had no choice but to pay her blackmailers the money. Her reputation would be ruined if this went public. Her financial empire would crumble. The money was sent by the deadline to the Swiss financial institution.