nodded and stepped across to the bench where Gustav had fucked her just twenty-four hours ag o. Arranged on the bench-top was a bamboo cane, a flogger whip, a black dildo attached to a leather strap, and two strap-on cocks, complete with their harnesses. I watched Alicia touch each of the items, and as she did I sensed her confidence begin to grow.
“Excellent,” she said at last.
Hearing Alicia’s voice nearby made Harold pause for a moment. I felt the pressure of his tongue on my pussy change as if he was pulling his head away to catch his breath.
“Don’t you fucking dare! ” I shouted at him instantly. I grabbed an angry handful of his hair and pulled his mouth back onto my pussy. I held him there. “Don’t you fucking dare stop licking my pussy until I tell you, you fucking piece of shit!”
Harold made a small whimpering noise, but it was too late. I was angry with him.
I ground my pussy onto his tongue for a full minute, not allowing him any chance to breath. Harold snuffled and drooled and groaned. I didn’t care. When I was sure he was at the limits of his endurance, I let go of his hair and pushed him hard away from me. He fell weakly to the floor and lay on his back. I don’t think he was game to move.
I sat for a moment longer. I realized I was panting, and I’m not sure if that was from Harold’s efforts with his tongue, or my sudden flash of anger. Finally I stood up. Alicia joined me beside the chair and we looked down at Harold.
“Its name is Harold,” I said in a bored tone. “He’s a pathetic piece of shit. Hopefully you won’t find him too disappointing.”
Alicia nodded. Then she took a long deep breath and exhaled slowly. I watched her face, and saw the change in her expression and demeanor; watched her attitude and persona seem to transform.
“Where is the rest of his cock?” she said, and I blinked with surprise. The tone of her voice was so…. so perfect! In an instant the girl who had submitted to Gustav’s demanding punishments was gone. In her place had appeared Mistress Alicia.
I was so pleasantly surprised it took me a few seconds to get back into my own character. Finally I said, “There is no more.”
Alicia screwed up her face as if she had just seen something truly revolting. She turned and picked up the bamboo cane from the bench top. Using the tip of the cane, she lightly prodded Harold’s cock, as if she were trying to turn over a leaf that might conceal a spider.
Harold flinched instinctively. He screwed his eyes shut.
“Get up, you fucking worm,” Alicia hissed. Harold jumped to his feet and stood with his hands clasped behind his back.
Together Alicia and I inspected Harold Sandmeyer. Every once in a while Alicia would make a comment and poke at him with the cane.
“He’s fat,” she said. “His skin is soft and pudgy.”
“And he has the cock and balls of a ten year old boy,” I added. “But he can be obedient… when properly encouraged.”
Alicia made Harold open his mouth and stick out his tongue. “Clearly he wasn’t made for fucking,” Alicia said, her tone disapproving. “Is he any good at licking pussy?”
“Average.”
“Hmmmm,” Alicia frowned thoughtfully. “How long is this worm here for our entertainment?”
“Until midnight, if you wish.”
Alicia smiled. “Good. In that case, I need Alistair to help me find some clothes. In the meantime, can you make a phone call?”
And then we stood together in the corner of the games room for a moment while she whispered to me what she wanted….
When Alicia lead Harold back into the games room thirty minutes later he was dressed in a white corset and lacy panties. Alicia had stuffed the cups of the corset with thick socks. Then she had made him up with red lipstick and green eye shadow, and thrown a blonde wig on his head. The end result was a hideous,