Lady Deborah Turns the Tables by Robin Bond
Robert enjoys his life as a wealthy banker, and as a dominant with several submissive girlfriends. But when he goes too far with one of them, spanking her savagely against her will, she complains to an acquaintance, Lady Deborah, a well-connected socialite. The girl shows her incriminating photographs of Robert’s excesses, and Lady Deborah decides that he must be taught a lesson. Threatening to send the photographs to his colleagues at the bank unless he does exactly as he is told, Lady Deborah embarks on a course of training for Robert, during which he is subjected to the same treatment he likes to hand out to girls, and much worse! Over time, Lady Deborah turns him into her willing submissive, through rigorous, often severe discipline, humiliation and total control. Eventually he is persuaded to renounce his former life, and becomes the willing servant of two lesbians, with Lady Deborah paying regular visits to check on his progress.
Femdom, M/f, F/f and F/m spanking, whipping, CBT, nipple clamps, bondage, group sex, gay sex, pegging, orgasm denial, forced feminisation, body modification, pet training.
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Lady Deborah sat down in a large wooden chair. She snapped her fingers and pointed to a spot on the floor in front of her. “Stand there,” she said.
With a slight smile, as if to indicate that he did not take this ritual too seriously, Robert stood where she pointed.
“Take off your jacket,” she said.
He removed it and looked for somewhere to place it.
“Throw it to one side,” she said. He tossed it away.
“Now your shirt and tie.” He stood naked to the waist. She looked him up and down. “Shoes and socks.”
He bent, undid his shoes and put them to one side, adding his socks.
“Trousers,” she said.
He stepped out of them, tossed them on to the pile of his other things. He stood there in his black underpants.
“Come closer,” said Lady Deborah. She hooked her finger in the waistband of his underpants and pulled them halfway down to his knees. He looked down at his cock; it seemed to have shrivelled to almost nothing. Was this nerves? She took hold of it between finger and thumb, inspecting it disdainfully as one might do with something picked up from under a rock.
“You don’t feel aroused at the prospect of what’s in store for you?” she asked.
“I might if I knew what it was,” he said.
“Oh, I think you know,” she replied. She began to manipulate his cock. Slowly it started to grow. She let go, got up and walked over to a chest of drawers standing against the wall. She opened the top drawer and took out a small metal device.
“Come here,” she said.
He walked awkwardly across, his underwear still about his knees. She held up a pair of steel thumb-cuffs. “We need to restrain you,” she said. “Hands behind your back.”
He hesitated for a moment, suddenly afraid of being at her mercy. Without warning she slapped him hard across the face.
“When I say to do something, you do it at once or you will regret it,” she said.
She drew his hands together behind him and fastened the cuffs onto his thumbs. It was a very effective restraint. From the drawer she took a small leather strap which she put it round his cock and balls and buckled on tight, then hooked a leather leash to the front and tugged on it hard, to make sure it was a good fit. Robert grunted as he felt the pull on his genitals. He was beginning to feel terribly vulnerable. Lady Deborah took two steel clamps from the drawer, linked by a thin steel chain. She fastened them onto Robert’s nipples. They pinched him sharply and he groaned. “If you’re going to make a fuss,” she said, “we’ll have to gag you.”
From the drawer she took a gag, a red rubber ball held in the mouth by black leather straps. Robert tried to refuse it; he was afraid he might be suffocated. But Lady Deborah slapped his face again, even harder. He was defenceless now, and he realised he had better comply or things might turn nasty. She buckled the gag in place.
“That’s better,” she said. She took hold of the leash, pulled on it hard and set off round the room, yanking on the leash every few steps. Robert staggered after her. His underpants finally fell down to his ankles and he stepped out of them. Lady Deborah drew him towards her by the leash, and put her other hand on the chain that linked the nipples. She pulled upwards sharply. Robert’s cry of pain was stifled by his gag. “I think we’re starting to get somewhere,” she said.
She let go the leash. Standing in front of him, she reached behind and unzipped her dress, then stepped out of it. Underneath she wore a black satin corset. She took hold of the leash again and told him to get to his knees. Holding the leash tight, she drew him to her, until his face was almost touching her. “Don’t move,” she said. “Don’t dare move an inch.”
Slowly she pushed her crotch forward until his nose was half an inch from the black satin thong that was taut between her legs. He could smell her scent, the musky, heady mixture of perfume and the natural odour of her cunt. He breathed it in.
“You like that?” she said.
He nodded. “Enjoy it,” she said. “That’s as close to my cunt as you are likely to get.”
She pulled hard on the leash again, forcing him to his feet. The nipple clamps were biting into his flesh like red-hot needles. Once again she gave a pull on the connecting chain. Through his gag he whimpered. Lady Deborah led him over to the wall, on which was a hook, about head-high. She tied the leash to the hook, pulling on it tight so that he was almost but not quite forced up onto his toes by the tautness of the leash pulling on his cock and balls. She stood behind him as he faced the wall. Gently she stroked his cock and kissed his ear. “Now we’re ready to begin,” she whispered. “We’ll start slowly, give you a chance to get into it. Who knows, you might even like it. Though I think not. It’s going to be just a bit too hard to be pleasurable.”