{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"d9a673e9-d2c0-4d4a-b645-5c27597d4e89","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-06-25T21:35:08.02Z","title":"Tea on Thursday 3","slug":"tea-on-thursday-3","shortId":"qoEDUFZ9","authorNote":"This is a continuation of the two-chapter story I'd posted on BDSM Library what must be a decade ago. Lady Jessica and I go on a date, while Frankie pays me a visit. I welcome comments, suggestions, and frankly any input on what people would like to see the characters do next.","disclaimer":"It goes without saying that the contents of the story are fantasy only, and shouldn't be tried at home (or anywhere else for that matter). No one has my permission to repost this story anywhere.","type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Thursday is a day for tit torture, but other days of the week can be equally fun!","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"1a132cb5-fb5f-44ca-bbee-7512fdef84f4","title":null,"summary":" Several days later, Frankie called me to ask if she could visit her\nwife. I'd loaned Lady Feli","wordCount":4264,"readTime":21,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

Several days later, Frankie called me to ask if she could visit her\nwife. I'd loaned Lady Felicity to a friend of mine, who in turn had\nsent her to his son's frat party where she was providing the\nentertainment for a dozen or so horny college students...but I didn't\ntell Frankie that. Instead I invited her over, and she agreed and\nappeared at my door, in about an hour.

\n\"I'm afraid I have a new policy regarding dominant women who\nenter my house,\" I said to her as I answered the door. She was\nstanding on my doorstep wearing her wifebeater t-shirt, cargo pants\nand heavy boots. \"I'll need to thoroughly strip search you\nbefore allowing you into my house.\"

\n\"You're going to strip search me here, on the sidewalk?\"\nshe asked, a bit taken aback at the thought. \"With everyone\nwatching?\"

\n\"Yes, that's the price you're going to pay, to come inside my\nhouse.\"

\n\"Well alright, get on with it then,\" she said, leaning her\nhands against the wall of my house. I live on a quiet street, but the\nstreet itself is maybe 25 feet from my front door, and I don't have\nany shrubs or anything in the front yard, so she was going to be\ncompletely exposed. I frisked her thoroughly, squeezing her generous\nbreasts harshly and groping both her ass and cunt very greedily. I\nthen pulled her t-shirt up, and squeezed and manipulated her breasts\neven more roughly, causing her to grunt. When I gestured for her to\ntake off her boots, she did, and she then stripped off her pants\nwithout even asking, pulling down her boxers just after. She then\nresumed her position leaning against the wall. I leaned in and\nwhispered in her ear:

\n\"I need to do a cavity search, I'm afraid,\" I said. \"I'll\nstart with your pussy, which I'm sure is loose enough for me to fit\nmy whole forearm in...isn't it?\" She closed her eyes and\ngroaned, and said \"It's not really that loose, I haven't been\nfisted in years. If you're brutal enough though, we might come to\nfurther accommodations.\" I put on a latex glove, and slide three\nfingers into her cunt without lube, slowly, as she winced in some\npain...the 4th finger went inside soon after, and then my thumb,\nwhich soon formed a fist. I began punching upwards into her brutally,\nand she began to bob up and down on my fist, grunting loudly with\neach punch. By now a small crowd of my neighbors had gathered, and\none of them, a particularly nasty Domme from down the street, said,\n\"Damn Gabriel, I didn't know you could be that brutal! I'm\nwincing just watching!\" I grinned and told her she was welcome\nto receive the same treatment if she wanted to visit, and she stood\nlooking at me contemplatively. I continued to treat Frankie in this\nbrutal fashion for several more minutes, and then finally removed my\nfist and stood up. She hadn't climaxed, obviously hadn't enjoyed the\ntreatment at all, but when she got turned around she looked at me\nwith even more respect. I then invited her to bend over the back of\nthe bench on my front porch, which she did.

\n\"I hope you don't mind my inserting the fleshy anal probe, to\nmake certain my cavity search is thorough,\" and she closed her\neyes and nodded, resigned to what I was going to do. She even spread\nher asscheeks for me, and I unzipped my pants and slid my cock into\nher asshole, brutally fucking right into her anus without any lube.\nAt this she arched her back and groaned loudly. I fucked her for\nseveral minutes, then pulled out of her ass and spun her around. She\nlooked at my face and saw what I wanted, and fell to her knees,\ntaking my cock into her mouth straight from her ass, and sucking on\nit with considerable abandon, if not much skill. She was after all a\nDyke, but it didn't matter...I exploded into her mouth in a few\nseconds.

\nAfter I finished my orgasm, I turned to the crowd and announced that\nFrankie would be providing the evening's entertainment, if anyone\nwanted to watch her struggle in my front window, but the live show\nwas over for now. Everyone dispersed, and Frankie and I went inside\nthe house.

\n\"She's not even here, is she?\" Frankie asked.

\n\"I'm not going to answer that question until you're showing me\nproper respect, I'm afraid,\" I said.

\n\"More abuse? I suppose given the circumstances that it's only to\nbe expected,\" she responded. \"What else do I have to do?\"

\n\"First, are you aware of Lady Jessica's principles of\nnegotiation, regarding Dommes and the promises made to them when\nthey're submitting themselves?\"

\n\"I'm her Dyke-in-law, of course I know. I practice the same\nthing with Felicity. The dominant torments the victim with the\nknowledge that any agreement made will probably be violated by said\ndominant, while the meat must abide by everything extorted from\nthem...oh, you mean to impose the same policies on me?\" she\nasked, looking at me questioningly. \"Well that'll be a pretty\nnew experience for me, but I suppose it's only fair considering what\nI've done with Felicity. Her mom sold her to me three years ago, and\nI had to rape her for a month before she agreed to be my bitch.\"

\n\"You're agreeing to this treatment, knowing that it'll be\nparticularly brutal and unforgiving?\" I asked, curious. \"I\nintend to exploit this to the fullest, you know.\"

\n\"I have no doubt you will, and I accept the challenge of\nremaining my own woman, at least to an extent,\" she said. \"I\nrepeat, I expect Felicity's not here? If that's the case, why don't\nwe just dispense with the bullshit, and get on with you having your\nfun at my expense? You have the evening to enjoy making me scream.\"

\n\"Certainly, though you should know that she's really in the next\nroom, but I'm not going to allow you to see her tonight, just to be\nsadistic with you,\" I lied. I figured that the torment would add\nto her discomfort, and I was right from the look on her face when I\nsaid this. \"I do however have a date this evening, so I'm going\nto want to put you in bondage, particularly painful bondage, so that\neveryone outside can see you suffer, while I'm out enjoying myself.\nI'm thinking when I return we can perhaps talk about our future\nrelationship, once you've been persuaded a bit. Also, I expect by\nthen someone will have taken your clothing, so it'll be interesting\nseeing how you get back home, unclothed.\"

\nHer eyes widened at this, realizing that I'd left all of her clothes\noutside my door. After a minute, though, she thought about it and her\neyes narrowed. \"Do your worst, Gabriel. Let's see how persuasive\nyou can be.\" With that I led her into the front room, where\nthere was a large picture window. It was shuttered at the moment, so\nI led her to the center of the room, and made her stand still while I\ncuffed her ankles to ringbolts in the floor about 18\" apart. I\nthen looked at her, and asked, \"Tits, cunt, ass, or all three?\nI'll give you a choice of what's to be tormented.\"

\n\"Let's go the whole hog, shall we? If you're going to own\nFelicity for awhile, I'd like to know you'll take proper care of her,\nand that bitch really needs a sadist to work her over constantly.\nIt's why her mother picked me for her husband,\" she said,\nlooking at me with curious eyes. I asked her, in turn, \"Have you\never had your cuntlips pierced?\" She looked at me with widened\neyes, and said, \"No...\"

\nI made her squat, and took out a tool that pierces flesh and inserts\na ring at the same time. The ring simply closes with a simple\nmechanical locking mechanism, and if you know how you can easily\nremove it. When she squatted as I desired, I first pierced her left\ncuntlip with the tool, leaving a ring inserted in it, and then her\nright lip...each ring's insertion resulted in a very satisfying\nscream from her. I then tied her hands and elbows behind her back,\ntightly. By this time she really wasn't enjoying the procedure at\nall; next I pushed a button, and a shaft emerged from the floor just\nbelow her squatting haunches. I attached a 10\" buttplug to it,\nand then pushed the button again, fitting it where it belonged so\nthat she had it fully inserted. Since her cuntlips were attached to\nthe floor by the rings, when the buttplug pushed her ass upwards her\ninstinct was to gradually stand up, but as she did so this stretched\nher lips. She groaned loudly as she realized the dilemma I'd put her\nin. I then attached her bound wrists to the shaft going into her ass,\nand went around in front of her. I bound her tits with thin wire,\nvery tightly, and suspended them from lines leading from the ceiling,\ntautening them until her tits were stretched upwards.

\n\"What do you think, Frankie, will this put you in a better mood\nto discuss things, when I return from my date?\" I asked her, as\nshe squatted there, suffering, pretty much raised on her tiptoes with\nher tits tied, her cunt pierced, and her ass penetrated by an\nenormous buttplug.

\n\"It certainly shows promise. I expect I'll be here when you\nreturn, Gabriel,\" she said, rather calmly.

\n\"If I forget you're here, I suppose I'll be reminded by your\nscreams in the morning, and release you then,\" I said as I left,\nopening the shutters on the way out. I've always felt it better to\nleave them in some trepidation as to what's going to happen, or not\nhappen, next.

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\nLady Jessica's car pulled up to my house at 2 minutes to 8. I stepped\nup to it and got into the back (she of course had a driver, a young\nslavegirl), and she greeted me warmly.

\n\"I see you're entertaining Frankie tonight,\" she said,\nhaving seen her Dyke-in-law's toment in the front window. \"It\nlooks as if she's enjoying herself a great deal,\" she said\ndrily.

\n\"I hope you're going to enjoy the evening we're embarking on at\nleast as much, if not more,\" I said, grinning at her wickedly.

\n\"Oh I have no doubt, Gabriel, that I'll 'enjoy' it more than she\nwill,\" she said confidently. \"I've been to Antoine's many\ntimes in the past, but always as the slaveowner, never as the victim.\nI've got some ideas as to how to make this entertaining for you,\nhowever, and I expect you'll come up with a refinement or two of your\nown.\"

\nShe was dressed this time in a sheer gown, very short though and\nshowing such cleavage that the insides of her aureolae were showing,\nand it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. \"I looked you up\nonline, in the Dominant Directory. You understand I don't typically\ninteract with males much...but I wore this because it said you were a\ntit man. I think I sensed this when we first met; you kept ogling at\nthem and didn't even try to conceal your lust. I do admire that in a\ndominant, the demanding gaze that won't be denied regardless of the\nwishes of the bitch being desired.'

\nWe pulled up in front of the restaurant, and got out of the car. The\nchauffeuse drove the car to the lot on the side of the building,\nwhere she'd be hauled out of it, tied hand and foot, and fucked by\nthe parking lot staff until it was time for us to leave. As we\nentered the restaurant I saw the Maitre'd, who I knew but not well,\nsee the two of us and shake his head. As we approached him he said to\nus, \"I'm sorry, Madame and Monsieur, but tonight we're packed\nand you don't have a reservation. For you to have a table, you'd have\nto supply me with a slavegirl who would blow me, and then serve as\nthe evening's entertainment on stage.\" Lady Jessica looked at\nme, winked, and then turned to the Maitre'd and said, \"Won't I\ndo, Francois?\" So saying, she knelt in front of him and unzipped\nhis pants, while he stood shocked, watching her. His cock sprang to\nattention though, and soon it was inserted into her mouth.

\nShe bobbed her head up and down on his cock, and after maybe 30\nseconds he got into the swing of things, and began fucking her face\nrather brutally, holding onto her ponytail and yanking it rather\nbrutally as he penetrated her mouth. As his cock fully slid into her\nthroat she began to gag and bring up some saliva, but she gamely kept\nher hands behind her back and let him use her mouth and head as\nbrutally as he wanted, and given where he worked he wasn't gentle. By\nthe time he pulled his cock out of her mouth and spurted cum onto her\nface, right into her eyes at the first spurt, she was gasping, but\ndidn't protest throughout the procedure. She took a minute to rest,\nthen raised herself to her feet, and he signaled a slavegirl to lead\nus to a table.

\nThe girl was gorgeous, of course, and seemed to know Lady Jessica,\nthough of course she'd never seen her in such circumstances before.\nWhen we approached the table at the front of the restaurant, next to\nthe stage, Lady Jessica stopped and looked at the chair next to the\ntable that was intended for her, and turned to the slavegirl, \"What's\nthe meaning of this? I've seen much larger dildoes in this\nestablishment, in fact I think I used a considerably larger one on\nyou three weeks ago. Are you trying to humiliate me by showing me\nsome sort of mercy, or are you trying to curry favor with me? Well I\ntell you it won't work. This simply won't do. You're going to have to\nget a much larger dildo for my ass, and then you're going to have to\ncome up with something else, something to show that you understand my\nsubmission here tonight is to be merciless.\" The slavegirl ran\naway frightened, and Lady Jessica turned to me, smiled ruefully, and\nsaid \"I suppose I've put myself in a really painful position,\nbut I need to establish that I can take whatever you and the house\ncan dish out.\"

\nThe slavegirl returned with an enormous dildo, removed the first and\ncast it aside, and attached the larger one to the chair, retreating\nfearfully after doing so. Lady Jessica turned towards me, locked eyes\nwith me, and stripped off her dress, revealing that she was nude\nunderneath except for her heels. She then stepped back to the chair,\nand only briefly turned from me to find the dildo with her hand\nbefore locking eyes with me as she sat back and impaled herself on\nthis enormous monster dildo. As it penetrated her ass she had a look\nof pain on her face, a deep frown, but she smiled at me as she\nfinished the impalement, or at least seemed to finish, However,\nhaving seated herself fully, she then proceeded to bring her feet up\nonto the chair in front of her, so that her knees were essentially\nunder her chin and the dildo had penetrated her even further. She\nthen had the restaurant's staff tie her to the chair, with her hands\nand elbows bound behind her back and her knees bound as far apart as\npossible, exposing her cunt to everyone who passed by. She'd arranged\nfor a final touch, apparently, before we arrived: a slavegirl came\nout pierced her nipples, and hung a sign from them that said \"Don't\ntouch, unless you intend to cause pain. Brutality encouraged, come\none, come all.\" One of the slaves then came and inserted a\npretty large penis gag into her mouth, making sure she was almost\ndeep-throating it, and buckled it in place. I sat down and ordered a\nsteak and baked potato, salad and a small dessert, and a glass of\nwine, and watched her suffer. At various points, restaurant patrons\ncame by and slapped her tits, pulled on her nipples, slapped her\nface, and pinched her cuntlips, twisting them painfully.

\nWhen I finished my meal, the restaurant staff had obviously been told\nit was time to release her. How they knew this I never discovered,\nbut I suppose she'd called ahead and arranged things, just leaving\nout that it was going to be *her* that was submitting. Anyway, they\nreleased her from her bondage, and she arose from the dildo chair and\nstepped up onto the stage, nude except for the heels.

\n\"How is everyone tonight? I see a lot of my Domme friends here,\nand more than a few ex-slaves of mine. I suppose you're all eager to\nsee me get my comeuppance?\" At this the crowd roared lustily,\nand I looked around in surprise. Apparently most of the rest of the\naudience, a mixture of Dommes and slavegirls, was apparently enjoying\nthe show. For the first time I noticed that there weren't really any\nmen in the place other than the wait staff, which was very unusual.\nIt's usually about 50/50, with sometimes a majority of men.

\n\"I've been submitting to a male, for those of you who haven't\nheard yet,\" Lady Jessica continued, \"and he's here tonight,\nwith me on a date. A few of the slavegirls might know Gabriel Stone\nfrom serving him, and I suppose one or two of my fellow Dommes might\nhave heard of him by reputation. He's known as a master of tit\ntorture, and I suspect I'm going to regret agreeing to come here with\nhim tonight, but it's part of what I signed up for when this started.\nHowever, I thought tonight we should start out with a different\ntwist, to spice things up a bit. Many of you ladies know that one of\nmy specialties, when humiliating slavegirls, is to inflict an enema\non them. Gabriel, if I spill even a drop, you've got yourself an old\nbig-titted bitch victim for a month.\"

\nSo saying she signaled a slavegirl, who brought an enema rig onto the\nstage, the enema bag hanging from a stand on wheels. It was pretty\nlarge and full, and the enema nozzle was quite long, and inflatable.\nLady Jessica bent over a chair, and the slavegirl inserted the\nnozzle, and then inflated it. Apparently Lady Jessica had arranged\nthis with the restaurant staff too, because she wasn't surprised when\nthe nozzle inflated to an apparently obscene size, and then the water\nbegan to flow into her bowels. Eventually she began to moan, but the\nwater didn't stop flowing until her belly had pouched out a bit and\nshe was essentially squatting a bit, like she was 3 or maybe 4 months\npregnant. She then turned to me.

\n\"How would you like me posed, Gabriel? I can be positioned in\nany fashion you'd like.\"

\nI smiled at her. \"I have a particularly brutal and difficult\nchallenge for you, if you choose to accept it,\" I said, smiling.

\n\"What's that, Gabriel? Are you going to propose tying me in some\nparticularly difficult position, or something?\" she asked,\nalmost smirking.

\n\"No, I'm going to propose not tying you at all. I'd like to make\na wager with you. If you win, you get a month off of your service\nhere to me: you only have to serve 11 months. If I win, your service\ndoubles, to two years. The challenge is this: you submit to my\ntortures without bondage, without protest, without argument, and of\ncourse without resistance or struggle. I'm the sole judge, however,\nof whether you succeed or not. And you can guess that I'll be almost\nimpossible to please.\"

\n\"Unfair stakes, with you the judge having every reason to rule\nagainst me?\" She grinned wickedly as she tried to hold in the\nenema, \"That sounds so cruel it's as if I devised it myself. I\nagree, except that the stakes I think should be changed. Instead of\nme getting a month off, let it be a week. If you win, you get two\nyears, plus you get one month of me, 24/7. I'll certainly have a lot\nof incentive to make you as happy as possible. In addition, why don't\nyou double the penalty for me spilling anything, and of course you\ncan make me lick up whatever gets out.\"

\n\"Very well, that seems unfair, and therefore fun for me. I'm\ngoing to make another proposal, though. I'm going to wear a ball gag\nduring all of this, and you're going to narrate your own tit torment.\nEven a crack in your voice will be considered a failure to perform on\nyour part.\"

\n\"Oh god, that's truly sadistic and wicked. Again, I wish I'd\nthought of that years ago. Very well, Sir, carry on.\"

\nI got up on the stage, donned the ball gag, and gestured for her to\nsit down in a chair with the back in front of her, her legs spread\nand those enormous tits hanging over the chair's back. I then\ngestured for her to put her hands behind her back and interlock her\nfingers, and I got a cane down from the rack positioned behind the\nstage.

\n\"Apparently Gabriel is going to start out brutally, which is\nwhat I've come to appreciate with him. He's merciless from the word\n'go.'\"

\nI whipped the cane down onto her tits, and she counted the strokes in\na relatively calm voice until the welts covered the upper slopes of\nher tits, right down to the aureolae. A tear dripped from the corner\nof her left eye, but otherwise she remained unmoved other than that.\nThe count finally stopped at twenty. I watched the tear as it ran\ndown her cheek, and then dropped from her face.

\nI then obtained a breast press, similar to the one I'd seen her\ndaughter inflict on her just a week ago (actually a bit less) and\nfitted it across her torso, pushing her now-welted tits into it, and\nbegan closing it. When it was as narrow as last Thursday she\nobviously expected I would stop, but I got it down another eighth of\nan inch. By now she was obviously straining not to scream or even\nmoan, and though she succeeded it was obviously taking a toll on her.\n

\n\"My daughter used a press like this on me last Thursday at Tea,\nwhen Gabriel was there. He obviously thinks I enjoy this, but of\ncourse I actually hate it, though I admire his cruelty in inflicting\nit...oh, and he's going to follow up with needles, just as she did.\nIt's very proper to make a bitch pay in every way you can, don't you\nthink, Ladies?\"

\nThis time, though, I pushed the needles through her aureolae and then\nnipples, piercing them repeatedly. At this her head fell back, and\nher mouth opened in a silent scream, but still she managed to\nmaintain her silence.

\n\"And now he lights a cigar. I expect my nipples are in for a hot\ntime in the old town tonight, girls! When was the last time anyone\nsaw a man this cruel with a lady? I'm in awe of his dominance.\"

\nI held the lit cigar to her left nipple, and watched her eyes as she\nsuffered for me. She maintained her composure marvelously, and so I\ncontinued to burn her tits for several minutes, finally throwing the\ncigar aside, and signaled I was done.

\nBefore I could take off the ball gag, though, she said, \"I think\nhe's done for the evening, Ladies, but I'd like to make a proposal to\nhim, if he's willing. Before you take off that gag and sentence me to\nthe punishment I'm sure you're going to assign me, somehow, I'd like\nto express my admiration for your sadism by proposing that you take\nme home and keep me in your dungeon until the day after tomorrow,\njust to let me get to know you better.\"

\nI nodded to her and removed the gag from my mouth. \"You did say\nthat if you dripped anything on the stage, you'd lose the challenge,\ncorrect?\"

\n\"I did, yes,\" she said, not understanding.

\n\"You dripped a tear onto the stage while I was caning your\ntits.\"

\n\"Oh you rascal, of course you're right, would you like to make\nme lick up my tear?\"

\n\"Yes, I would,\" I said, picking up the cane at the same\ntime. She hadn't noticed, and when she bent to lick the stage surface\nI caned her very harshly across the upper thighs, where they meet the\nasscheeks, known as the \"sit spot.\" The enema came gushing\nout of her ass because she was unprepared for the cane stroke, and\nshe then orgasmed right there, from the humiliation and pain I\nimagine.

\nAt this she finally broke down, licking the enema's liquid off of the\nfloor while sobbing openly. When she had finished, she looked at me.

\n\"You've won. I have no limits, and I'm thinking at this point\nthat you're going to keep me as long as you'd like. I seem powerless\nto stop you or resist you. You can probably rent me out to half the\nDommes in this room, maybe more, and exchange my submission to them\nfor their submission to you. Trust me Ladies,\" this to the\ncrowd, \"you should only go down this road if you're prepared to\ngo all the way.\"

\nBy the time we left the restaurant half an hour later, I had the\ncards of half a dozen Dommes who wanted to talk with me about trading\nfor Lady Jessica’s services. When we got out to the parking lot,\nthe chauffeuse was released from her bondage, and she slowly donned\nher uniform, thought it was obvious that the whip marks on her tits\nass and pussy were still painful. When we got into the car, I asked\nJessica if slaves were allowed to sit on the seats.

\n‘Of course not,” She replied decisively, “I’ll be on the\nfloor at your feet where I belong. Do your shoes need the attention\nof my tongue, or would you prefer I serve as your urinal? I’m sure\nyou drank all that beer and water with me in mind.”

\nSo I let her satisfy her thirst as we travelled to my home. When we\ngot there, I immediately noticed that Frankie had fallen into a sort\nof stupor, half-sleeping. I awakened her, and the three of us had a\nconversation.

\n“I just had a wild thought, ladies. Since Lady Jessica here has\nagreed to be my bitch, indefinitely,” Frankie’s eyes widened at\nthat announcement, in spite of her painful bondage position, “I\nthought it might be fun if I suggested that Frankie here be your\nowner and trainer, in return for which she can visit me—with Lady\nJessica in tow of course—and entertain me with your screams, both\nof you.”

\nLady Jessica ruefully smiled and agreed that would be hard on her but\nprobably fun for both Frankie and I, while Frankie eagerly agreed to\nreturn to my dungeon for training. I also informed her that I was\nexpecting some of Lady Jessica’s friends to show up in the morning,\nwanting to further degrade and dominate her, and I proposed to\nbargain with them. I suggested that Frankie might want to go along\nwith the idea and be part of the package with Lady Jessica, to\nencourage me to be a bit kinder to her…though of course I think she\nactually was hoping I’d be meaner. In any event she agreed eagerly.

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