Taxing Times Ch 08

Chapter Eight

After recovering from her delightful orgasm, Ella stood up on shaky legs and surveyed her two slaves with some amusement as they lay exhausted on the floor. Despite her satisfaction with their efforts, she decided that she needed to punish Luke for coming before he was allowed and a small smile fluttered across her lips as she thought of a suitable way.

"Carla, get up and position your bottom above his mouth," she ordered, poking the woman in the side with her toe to get her moving. Wearily, Carla complied, lips still wet with her mistress' secretions and rectal ring dribbling white cream. Ella moved Carla further back then pushed her down until her leaking anus was positioned right over Luke's mouth then she told him to swallow down all the dripping come.

"That's what happens when you don't obey my orders, slave. Anyway, it is your own come that you are going to be drinking!" she added, chuckling to herself as she squatted down and watched the look of disgust shoot across his face.

Luke stared up and swallowed hard at the thought of opening his mouth and allowing the dribbles of spunk to fall inside. It was demeaning and depraved: exactly what he deserved for failing his mistress he knew and so he opened wide and waited, heart thudding in his chest as the trail of white fluid edged ever closer to falling between his lips as it slowly seeped out of Carla's abraded anal ring then over her puffy pussy lips. Her anus suddenly squeezed out a gush of spunk and that travelled down swiftly, gliding over the pink folds then dripped down into his wide open mouth and pooled at the back. More followed as Carla's anal ring leaked white cream and Luke swallowed it all down, shame curling up his insides as he felt the burning gaze of his mistress stay on him throughout.

"And now it's home time for both of you!" Ella announced once Luke had finished swallowing all of his own spunk. He glanced at Carla and saw the disappointment in her eyes and knew that they mirrored his own despite the constant humiliation he had suffered over the last few hours. He wanted to stay with his mistress, he wanted to suffer for her and most of all he wanted to please her...whatever it took!

"Before you go though, I think I need to put that lovely chastity cage back on you, Luke," murmured Ella wickedly and she picked the steel contraption up from the floor and fitted it skilfully into place, smiling broadly as she clicked it shut and encased his cock once again.

Carla watched on in amusement, openly smiling as the cock that had plundered her sore arse was safely shut away behind bars. The smile vanished off her face however as Ella swung round and stated that she had a little present for her to wear too.

"Similar to Luke's but obviously adapted for the female figure!" Ella chuckled, easing the item out from under a cloth. Carla's eyes widened and she made a little moan of despair as she saw the thick leather belt and its attachments. Her body shook as Ella buckled the belt round her submissive's waist tightly then grasped the strap that dangled in front and pulled it up between her legs and clipped it into place before adjusting it until the steel bars rested against her pussy folds.

"Wide enough for you to piss through but they should prevent anything else slipping up inside that wet pussy until I take it off in a few days time...if I do! Perhaps I should leave it on for a few weeks or even longer? Maybe until you get that tattoo that you promised?"

Carla gulped at the memory and she looked at Luke thoughtfully. Perhaps he would save her from the consequences of her own big mouth?

"Um...Luke, are you going to be Ella's slave now...or have you had enough? Surely you don't want to be suffering all that humiliating stuff any more?" she inquired, confident that he would want to escape from Ella's control. Carla knew that she herself would never break away from Ella's influence as, despite the pain and humiliation, she loved being under her spell so much but Luke had only just met the woman and would surely resent being so humbled and demeaned by what she had made him do. Her confidence ebbed away though as his dark blue eyes considered her thoughtfully.

Luke heard the question and hesitated. There was part of him, his masculine pride and honour, which wanted to shout out that he wanted to go back to being normal once more. To pick up a girl in a bar and then take her home and shaft her senseless but there was an even larger part of him that relished the challenge of being with Ella and surviving her warped and wicked ways. How could he return to the world of vanilla sex after he had experienced the perfect peak of perversion? He knew that he couldn't walk away whatever his mistress chose to do to him.

"I am her slave and always will be...however taxing her demands!" Luke announced clearly, gazing directly into Ella's eyes and he was rewarded by a gleam of warmth deep within her grass-green pupils and a flicker of a smile at his little joke before she turned to Carla and remarked, "You have your answer, Carla. I think I will bring Luke with me when I arrange to have your tattoo done. Perhaps I should place one on him too?"

Carla left after getting dressed, gingerly walking down the drive towards her car as the chastity belt bit cruelly into her soft flesh. Ella kept Luke back for a few minutes as she gathered all his paperwork together then presented him with it with a strict admonishment to keep his affairs in order in future.

"Why? Don't you want to be my tax adviser and accountant any more then?" he asked, brow furrowed in puzzlement.

"Of course I do but I want you to make my job easier by trying to keep everything together, Luke! Think about it like this...the less time I have to muck around with your tax return then the more time I will have to play around with you!"

"Oh, I see," murmured Luke, heat jumping at the prospect of being her plaything once more.

"Now I have filed your tax return online with the Inland Revenue so you do not have to do anything but pay the bill...which is negligible thanks to my expertise! So the only taxing times you are going to have in the next year until your next return is due are going to be at my hands, slave. I will be in touch!" she stated, pushing him gently out of the door after kissing him lightly on the lips. Her kiss burnt into his soul as he walked down the drive towards his car, clutching his folder of papers under his arm. How long would it be before she sent for him again? His mind and body cried out for it to be just hours though he knew that it would be whenever she wished to amuse herself by tormenting his body and soul once more! Taxing times indeed lay ahead but he was confident that he would enjoy and endure every last second!