Bully Ch. 12

'Yes. Don't wriggle around, keep a hold of my hand,' he ordered.

'Yes, master,' she gasped.

Another cup of orange and vodka calmed her down. It left her contemplative. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the little rings piercing her lips. It wasn't a discreet movement, as she was no longer bothered by a public display of her body.

It was surprising to be so heated up by the thought of a tattoo. Her pussy was kept closely shaved, and that was difficult with her lips pierced with small rings. Only once had he used them to keep her in check. Some time ago he clipped a leash to the rings, and led her around the house, while his father was out.

She had no option but follow attentively wherever he went. When he went outside she kept quiet, not wanting to be noticed by neighbours. The micro-mini hardly covered her sex, and it was pulled up at the front by the leash. The feeling of being exposed outside was dramatic. She felt as though she were a dirty exhibitionist slut, displaying her pussy in the most obscene way.

When her naughty bits were safely tucked away in her panties, no one knew her dirty secret. Exposing her piercings outside, to anyone who cared to stare at her pussy, was humiliating and exciting. Fortunately hardly anyone was around, but it still heated her up, to the point of being dripping wet. Anyone could see she was sexed up and ready for it. At least back then she had some self-control.

Standing close to the fence so a neighbour couldn't see her shame, the man talked to James, all the while eyeing her up and down. Had the neighbour seen her walk through the garden, pulled on a leash by her pussy lips? If he had, what kind of rumours were circulating around the neighbourhood?

Her boiler had been stoked to exploding point, so when they returned to his bedroom, she was ready to jump him.

Instead, he clipped the leash to a bed leg, and locked it in place. All she could do was stand there, staring at the incredible trap. It was so simple, yet so very effective. Unable to walk away, or even move around, she had to stand and wait upon a boy to free her. He could make her wait, and free her when he deigned to. She was completely at his mercy.

From that moment on, he became her master, in absolute charge, controlling her passion like everything else.

While standing in his bedroom, trapped by her pussy lips, it was realised how far she had fallen. All her moral reticence had been stripped away by this young boy. It was then she realised he was way ahead of her all the time, and she would never be free.

***

The memory of those early times had her gasping. He'd harshly trained her to need sex, to the point where she was now a wanton slut. Alicia had been so innocent before meeting James. The concept of having a master had been unknown.

Again she sat on the dreadful leather dentist chair, though this time he didn't have to remove her panties, as she wasn't wearing any. She spread her legs as commanded. It came to her that she was far more subservient and obedient, than when first here.

Anyone of the boys could saunter over to examine her sex, and watch her being tattooed. It no longer seemed so terrifying, showing off her sex to strangers. Letting these teenagers gawp at her pierced sex wasn't so important anymore, because there was little left of her self-worth.

Not that she could admit it, but she enjoyed the impudent attention. Their crude comments heated her up and continued to threaten her with a public orgasm. When the young guy swabbed between her legs, she was stoked up even more, until she was dripping wet.

As happened so often, James put her into a humiliating position, which sexed her up in public, which in turn humiliated her, and that aroused her further.

He'd done this to her so often, she knew what was going to happen, and dreaded it. At the same time it was exciting and too powerful to resist. Before meeting him she hadn't realised being humiliated could arouse her. He found out and used it to get what he wanted, her obedience. She became so sexed up he could do whatever he liked with her in bed, or out of it. Not only that, after experiencing such wildly satisfying sex, she was vulnerable to his whims, and willingly did as she was told.

The boy had caught her in a circle of punishments and rewards, and it was impossible to escape the ever tightening leash. He'd captured her like a wild animal, trained her to be his pet, and wasn't letting her go. Why should he? He had an obedient sex pet, willing to satisfy his every whim.

She tried to talk him out of it, to let her go, and not misuse her like a sex object. The problem was, she enjoyed it. She enjoyed being a boy's sex toy. The feeling of humiliation, of letting go all her inhibitions, throwing away all moral restrictions, having raw natural sex, was exciting and liberating. It was like driving a hundred miles an hour in an open topped sports car. She revelled in it. Willingly putting up with the fact of an inevitable crash, and the dire consequences.

The tingle became a pain. Not unbearable, but an unpleasant sensation. What they were doing down there she had no idea, and didn't really want to know. Both boys discussed the tattoo in low voices, which the loud music obliterated. It might be a flower, a dragon, or anything. What was her favourite flower, had he ever asked? Maybe it was a single red rose?

It was more likely to be something he wanted to mark her with, something to remind her of him. It didn't matter, for her hair would be grown back, covering it, when he left her. Oh! Shit! It was difficult holding back from an orgasm. The pain and exposure was setting her off.

The last thing she wanted was for him to discover pain excited her. This was something new! Maybe it was just the humiliating, for this was certainly a humiliating position to be in. If her son hadn't been in college, he could have wander over to say hello. Her pussy, rather her cunt as she now had to call it, and even her asshole, were exposed. With ankles caught in stirrups, holding open her legs, she was so very vulnerable.

***

She imagined one of her son's friends walking by, and doing a double take.

'Oh! Hi, Mrs Lucas. Nice pussy! Why are you so ready for it, Mrs Lucas? Your pussy is gaping and so wet, I could fuck you easily,' the boy said.

As though testing the idea, he pushed a finger into her, then two more. He began rubbing her clit with a thumb. Her son's friend was finger fucking her! This was humiliation beyond reason!

'Wow! Mrs Lucas, you're really sexed up. I'll come around to your place tomorrow, and see if I can do the same, if that's okay?' he said.

'Err, no, err, oh! Mmmm!' she mumbled, while he played with her..

'I'll promise not to tell anyone, Mrs Lucas, if you let me do this in your bedroom, whenever I like,' he said, and gave her a devilish smile.

'Oh! Yes, like, mmm, alright, you know, ooo, like, whatever,' she murmured, while so very close to an orgasm.

***

'Oh! God! I'm, oh, yes!' she hissed, as an orgasm washed through her entire body..

'All finished. Wow! The bitch is really enjoying this,' Rainbow stated the obvious.

'She gets off on humiliation,' James told him.

'Nice body! When you get fed up with it, pass it on to me,' Rainbow grinned.

'There's a waiting list, so don't hold your breath,' James teased.

***

James took her home, after a long day shopping, and having shamed her in the club.

'What's wrong, slave?' James asked.

'I'm not a girl, I'm a woman. Showing me off to your friends, was so bad. It was humiliating. My body is no longer like those girls,' Alicia complained

'I suppose I did ask,' he chuckled.

He grabbed hold of her, and held her tight, fiercely looking into her eyes.

'Your body is better than all of those girls back there. Your mind is sharper, and you know more about life. You're a diamond among boring ugly rocks. Don't you see that? You have a nice personality, with intelligence, all wrapped up in a beautiful package,' he firmly told her.

'I don't believe you. What bad things have you got planned for me?' she pushed him, while he was in a good mood.

'You don't believe me because for years you've been neglected and put down. I'll show you when we get home. You'll carry out an IQ test and a personality test, on the computer. You'll see,' he told her.

'So why am I your dumb blond?' she asked.

'Because you're talented enough to act the part. Come on, surely you know you're a smart person. After all, you chose me!' he grinned.

'Oh! Yea, like, you know, I sure am, master,' she said, in a silly girly voice.

Looking at him driving, the serious expression on his face had her believing him. He could be chivalrous at times, and he often said he hated the way her husband treated her. Though he could be harsh, and was controlling, she thought it was for the best. Or was that because he'd brainwashed her into thinking that way?

Arriving home, he forced her to try several tests. It was scary as she hadn't carried out anything like this since school.

'There you are, you have a high IQ. Not enough to join MENSA, but still impressive. The personality test isn't so clear, except it shows you as being a nice person. Nowhere near being a psychopath,' he joked.

Alicia looked at the results. As expected she was a follower, and a submissive. A group facilitator rather than a leader. Still, she felt happy with the analysis, and what it said about her. The high score for intelligence was a surprise. She felt a lot happier about herself, and being with James.

Arranging the new clothes and shoes in the closet, and placing the feminine things in the bathroom, kept her busy. The expensive make-up was thoughtful of him, and wasn't slutty in the slightest. There were bright colours to go with the slutty clothes, and expensive subtle colours for the others.

A couple of times she was tempted to peek at her sex, to see what the tattoo was. The t-shirt dress was so short it wouldn't have to be lifted much, and she still wasn't allowed to wear a pair of panties. Ordered not to peek, she only just obeyed him.

'Come here, slave. Get undressed,' he told her, and patiently waited.

All she had to do was pull the t-shirt over her head, undo the bra, and there she was, an obedient naked pet.

'Just what every boy should have. A beautiful woman to play with,' he said.

Taking hold of her shoulders he turned her around to face a mirror.

'Look at your slender waist. How many of the girls in that club are so fit looking? Do any of them have large breasts? Alright, Pauls' girl, Janice does, but she's the only one. Look at your long legs! They are wonderful, even without everything else between them,' he whispered in an ear.

'Please, master, the tattoo, master, what does it say?' she politely asked.

It was difficult to see in the mirror. Something was written across her mons, which she couldn't make out, especially with a tear in her eye blurring everything.

'It says, "This slave belongs to James",' he told her.

'Thank you master. The tattoo is permanent, does that mean I'm permanently your slave?' Alicia asked.

'Yes! You'll always be mine to do with as I please,' he seriously said. 'I'll keep you always, and cherish you always.'

'Thank you, master!' Alicia gushed, with the put on girly voice.

The idea behind having a tattoo had sunk in, and she really was thanking him. He intended to keep her, and that was what she wanted. It might not last, probably wouldn't, but she would try to please him, to make their relationship last as long as possible.

'Come on get changed for bed, we are having a night of movies,' he declared.

Excited by his enthusiasm, she ran to the bedroom, where night clothes were laid out. On the bed was a baby-doll nightgown. The floating top was see-through, and hardly covered the panties, which were also transparent.

As elegantly as possible she glided into the lounge, and stood in front of a lamp. Knowing it lit up the nightie made the move a naughty tease. It had the effect she was looking for. He grinned at her, and forbad her to move. She had his full attention, and knew he wanted to play with his toy.

'Your pussy looks very big, slave,' he commented.

'Your cock looks very big, master,' she returned.

They both laughed but she didn't move without permission.

The movie played in the background, while she plied him with grapes. She sucked one off the vine, and kissed him, pushing it into his mouth. He sucked a strawberry into his mouth, and pushed it into hers. They cut up pieces of fruit, feeding each other. She brought him an unpeeled banana, for him to slid it into her vagina.

He worked her vagina for awhile, then pushed it into her mouth. She demonstrated deep throat, until he told her to stop.

'Lie back and play with yourself. Use the banana at your own pace. Is that nice?' he asked.

'It is, but I'd rather have you,' she goaded him.

He rolled on top of her, and began to slowly fuck her.

***

Next morning she carefully slid out of bed to start her chores. She was a boy's toy but still had housework to do. Some tasks had to be left until he awoke, but she got on with most things before he got up. His usual man noises in the bathroom alerted her to start the breakfast.

He spent some time in the study while she completed her household duties. This time she wasn't dressed as a French Maid, posing and bending for him to grope. When she was dressed sexily, it certainly made dusting an interesting chore.

Alicia brought her master a cup of coffee and put it on the desk. He took hold of her wrist and placed something in her hand.

'You'll wear this all the time. If I find out you've defied me, I'll spank you, and have you tattooed again. Got it?' he heavily spoke, and twisted her arm.

'Yes, sir, I promise to do as I'm told, honest, sir,' Alicia whined.

The idea of wearing a butt plug was unpleasant. Wearing it under orders from her son's bully was diabolical. He was only doing this to debase her more than he had already. Alicia hadn't yet guessed why she was to wear a butt plug. She had always been innocent when it came to sex, until he started teaching her sexual techniques and fetishes.

'Get under the desk,' he curtly told her.

Her face creased up as she gave in to a pathetic sob. It was humiliating to realise she had been looking forward to receiving his cum. Not on her face, but in her cunt. She crawled across the floor, and squeezed under the desk.

James no longer found it amusing to make a grown woman cry. In fact he wanted to make her happy all the time. Worried that she might get out of hand, or want to leave him, he made sure she was under his control. It might have been something to do with losing his mother and sister in a motoring accident, which had been the ultimate loss and a dramatic leaving.

***

'I've decided to train you. You are to be trained as a bimbo airhead. Do you know what that means?' he asked.

'Sorry, master, I don't know. I thought you had trained me already, master,' she carefully spoke.

It sounded ridiculous. Did this mean she would have to act out the part of a dumb blond permanently? He sometimes treated her that way in front of his friends, but this sounded more serious, something more formal.

'You are already obedient, and a blond, so not much of a change for you. I want you to be a genuine cute bimbo,' he smiled.

A day of talking like a cute teenage blond wasn't so bad. He gave her guidance as to the words and phrases to use, and praised her attention to detail. A week went by where she had to be a dumb bimbo from the moment she opened her eyes, to the moment she closed them at night.

Selective makeup was easily plastered on, and a makeover in a salon made it official. With false eyelashes, fingernails, a push up bra, short skirt, crop top, a diamond in her belly button, ridiculously high heels, and with everything possible being pink, Alicia was a dumb blond bimbo.

Alicia was enjoying the freedom of expression. A niggle at the back of her mind suggested that she shouldn't be enjoying this, and that it was degrading, but the qualms were easily forgotten. It was a release from being responsible for her actions, even with her master.

***

'We're going out to celebrate your second week of training, Candy,' James informed her.

Alicia jumped up and down, bouncing her breasts around, rejoicing over the news.

'Oh! Goody, like, can we drink pink Champaign, you know Candy loves pink, anything pink. Like, really, my lipstick, shoes, skirt, everything is pink. Can I buy a big hat to go with my outfit? Please!' she drew out the last word, elongating it for emphasis.

She knew how to behave, talk, dress, and be a dumb blond. Sitting, standing, walking in very high heels, showing off, and everything she had been taught, was deeply absorbed into her psyche. To keep her master happy, she became a dumb creature needing his protection. Everything she had been, everything she had learned over the years, was abandoned to be his simple object of beauty.

Driving into town, Alicia giggled, on remembering she almost made a big mistake. They were in a sports bar, when she joined him from a salon, and was about to show her master the decoration around her pussy lips. Sparkly jewels were stuck on her flesh, between the legs, decorating her pussy.

She had been excited and thoughtless, but her master stopped her lifting the skirt just in time.

***

They had a glass of Champaign and moved on to buy a hat. Alicia explained in her new girly way, that a cute little girl could never have enough pink clothes. They stopped in the middle of the mall, where she lifted the hem of the little dress.

'See, master, my panties need to be pink too, yea? Like, you know, I need some more panties. Like, I've seen some with pink ribbons on them, please, can I, huh?' Alicia said, with her head to one side, trying for a cute girly bimbo look, and succeeding.

James gave in to her as he must. Sometimes he'd wondered if the woman was playing him for a fish on a line. The transformation was complete in only a couple of weeks, so maybe she was just play acting. Admittedly they had played it out before, but he didn't have any experience of this. Everything he read on the net had been tried, and it worked. Too well! Of course he had a willing subject, prepared to be trained and brainwashed, so that made it possible.

The woman was rubbing a breast on his arm, and she was clearly turned on. All through last week, she had been hot and ready for sex. It had to be admitted, she looked gorgeous, and he wasn't the only male who thought so. Men stared at her as they walked through the mall, and everywhere else they went.

***

'Hi, Alicia, it is Alicia isn't it?' Mrs Morgan asked.

The woman was a couple of years older than Alicia, but was of course dressed sensibly and befitting a nice middle class woman. James was amused by the woman's look of incredulity. At one time Alicia too had dressed conservatively like this woman. Now dressed like a cross between a hooker, and an airhead teenage cheerleader.

'Hi, Mrs Morgan,' Alicia greeted the woman with youthful enthusiasm, and respect.

James nodded and smiled, trying not to loudly guffaw.

'I heard you had moved away, not far though,' she said, and looked meaningfully at James.

'Oh! Yea! Like, really, you know, I moved in with James. He's my master, and teaches me all kinds of new things. He calls me Candy, so now, I'm sweet Candy,' Alicia giggled.

'I see, I think. Yes, I can imagine he has taught you something. You've certainly changed,' she said, with a sniff of indignation.

'Why don't you call, for brunch. Would tomorrow suit you?' James politely asked.

'Oh! I don't think so! Well, yes, it might be interesting, would eleven be suitable?' she asked.