Debbie Part 9

She wore black rubber stockings and red stiletto-shoes with 7-inch heels and her ankle-cuffs were connected by a chain of no more than 6 inches. Her hands were also cuffed and connected by a chain of about 6 inches and from the center of this chain another chain was fastened to her collar so that she couldn't bring her hands below waist level. In her mouth was a ring-gag holding her mouth completely open and making her drool copiously down her front. Her thanks to the man handing her Debbie's leash had been garbled and gurgling. With tiny mincing steps she led Debbie, not to the dungeon, but to Mistress' living room. There Mistress was waiting with a man. Mistress was her usual breathtaking self, dressed in a black, strapless satin gown, wearing black stilettos with 6-inch heels and satin opera gloves.

The man was enormous, bigger even than Bryce. He had short, dark hair with a hint of curls and moustache. His eyes were pitch-black and he had a look in them, commanding and domineering, that made Debbie want to crumble and submit at once. He wore a black business suit, which was obviously outrageously expensive and although everything about him, from his thighs, his bulging arm muscles to his absolutely enormous hands was big, it fit him perfectly. If anything he was even more of a dominating presence than Mistress. Debbie had seen him before. Twice she had been pimped out to him. Both times one thing had been absolutely clear: this man was an expert, a true master. He had torture had been flawless and without pause, making her scream her lungs out while begging for him to fuck her silly, which he had done in the end. After both sessions she had dreamt for days about his cock, which was the biggest she had ever seen. Not only was it the biggest, he also used it in way that made her beg and plead for release as he slammed it into her ass. Of course she hadn't been allowed to cum, but both times she had felt privileged to have been fucked by him, even though she had been sore for days after.