The Girl at the Bus-Stop Read Online Free
Author: Sam Aubigny
himself.
After flushing the toilet he washed his hands vigorously, and splashed cold water on his face before stumbling out of the downstairs lavatory and back into the living-room. He noticed that there was at least four inches of scotch left in a half bottle of Grant’s he’d overlooked. He poured out a generous measure into his cloudy and sticky glass and took a large slug, wincing at the taste and smacking his lips.
He was bored, and pressed the buttons on his TV’s remote control wondering if random channel selection would be a good way of choosing his lottery numbers. He stopped channel hopping and quickly moved back one or two. He could not believe the images staring back at him from the screen, and thought perhaps that his Freeview box had inadvertently picked up a porn channel. It was the only rational explanation.
A naked young woman was bent over a table, whilst an attractive older women dressed in a red latex suit caned her. Another woman attached clamps to the young lady’s nipples, and tugged at the attached wires whilst hurling obscenities at her.
Rudge turned up the volume and listened to the nasal tones of the female American narrator. She was explaining that the nude woman was a successful New York lawyer, and twice a week she paid the two dominant women to abuse her in this way. After a busy day in court she found it the best possible way to unwind.
‘Good grief,’ slurred Rudge into his glass when the advertisement break cut in, ‘what ever happened to a couple pints after work and a game of darts?’
When the programme resumed it showed a middle-aged man with his pixelated head bowed, standing naked in front of a rather formidable-looking fat woman. She was clad in a black leather basque and thigh length boots, and was lecturing him on how useless he was as a human being.
‘And there was me thinking you’d gone to your sister’s in Salisbury for the weekend?’ Rudge blurted out, chuckling.
As the woman continued belittling the man, she occasionally lashed out at his bottom with what looked to Rudge like a table tennis bat. Eventually she led him by a chain attached to his pixelated penis over to a wooden trunk, where a younger woman appeared in shot dressed in a leather G-string and a cup-less bra. She bound the man’s wrists tightly behind his back, and secured a leather gimp mask over his head, which had zipped openings for the nose and mouth.
Once she was happy with the fitting she pulled both zips closed. A few seconds later the man started to panic and jerk his head around. She patted his bottom gently before unfastening both zips, and he desperately sucked in air until his breathing calmed down. Both women then eased him into the trunk, where he lay down on his back. The fat woman leaned in to secure the mouth zip before closing the lid and locking it.
‘ This is Michael ,’ the narrator explained, ‘ by day he’s the CEO of an international oil company, but after the boardroom he gets down to bawdy business in Mistress Alex’s boudoir. He comes here three evenings a week, and sometimes straight from the golf course at the weekend. As a powerful executive he’s the last person you’d expect to voluntarily go through this kinda ordeal, but this is only the half of it. We’re not allowed to show you what else Alex and her partner put him through, but I can tell you this much, you’ll never grate cheese over your home made pizza again without thinking about Michael.’
Rudge shook his head and smiled before slugging down the remainder of the Grant’s. He spotted a small bottle of Malibu lurking behind an unopened box of dates in the open sideboard, grabbed it and eagerly poured out a huge measure into the glass.
The next subject on the programme was ex-professional American football player, Chuck. A beautiful young and naked Dominatrix was instructing him on how to clean her toilet bowl with his tongue. Off-camera
After flushing the toilet he washed his hands vigorously, and splashed cold water on his face before stumbling out of the downstairs lavatory and back into the living-room. He noticed that there was at least four inches of scotch left in a half bottle of Grant’s he’d overlooked. He poured out a generous measure into his cloudy and sticky glass and took a large slug, wincing at the taste and smacking his lips.
He was bored, and pressed the buttons on his TV’s remote control wondering if random channel selection would be a good way of choosing his lottery numbers. He stopped channel hopping and quickly moved back one or two. He could not believe the images staring back at him from the screen, and thought perhaps that his Freeview box had inadvertently picked up a porn channel. It was the only rational explanation.
A naked young woman was bent over a table, whilst an attractive older women dressed in a red latex suit caned her. Another woman attached clamps to the young lady’s nipples, and tugged at the attached wires whilst hurling obscenities at her.
Rudge turned up the volume and listened to the nasal tones of the female American narrator. She was explaining that the nude woman was a successful New York lawyer, and twice a week she paid the two dominant women to abuse her in this way. After a busy day in court she found it the best possible way to unwind.
‘Good grief,’ slurred Rudge into his glass when the advertisement break cut in, ‘what ever happened to a couple pints after work and a game of darts?’
When the programme resumed it showed a middle-aged man with his pixelated head bowed, standing naked in front of a rather formidable-looking fat woman. She was clad in a black leather basque and thigh length boots, and was lecturing him on how useless he was as a human being.
‘And there was me thinking you’d gone to your sister’s in Salisbury for the weekend?’ Rudge blurted out, chuckling.
As the woman continued belittling the man, she occasionally lashed out at his bottom with what looked to Rudge like a table tennis bat. Eventually she led him by a chain attached to his pixelated penis over to a wooden trunk, where a younger woman appeared in shot dressed in a leather G-string and a cup-less bra. She bound the man’s wrists tightly behind his back, and secured a leather gimp mask over his head, which had zipped openings for the nose and mouth.
Once she was happy with the fitting she pulled both zips closed. A few seconds later the man started to panic and jerk his head around. She patted his bottom gently before unfastening both zips, and he desperately sucked in air until his breathing calmed down. Both women then eased him into the trunk, where he lay down on his back. The fat woman leaned in to secure the mouth zip before closing the lid and locking it.
‘ This is Michael ,’ the narrator explained, ‘ by day he’s the CEO of an international oil company, but after the boardroom he gets down to bawdy business in Mistress Alex’s boudoir. He comes here three evenings a week, and sometimes straight from the golf course at the weekend. As a powerful executive he’s the last person you’d expect to voluntarily go through this kinda ordeal, but this is only the half of it. We’re not allowed to show you what else Alex and her partner put him through, but I can tell you this much, you’ll never grate cheese over your home made pizza again without thinking about Michael.’
Rudge shook his head and smiled before slugging down the remainder of the Grant’s. He spotted a small bottle of Malibu lurking behind an unopened box of dates in the open sideboard, grabbed it and eagerly poured out a huge measure into the glass.
The next subject on the programme was ex-professional American football player, Chuck. A beautiful young and naked Dominatrix was instructing him on how to clean her toilet bowl with his tongue. Off-camera
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