Bad Girl Amber
Chapter 14: Dishy Dean Boils a Kettle (or Two)

Copyright© 2011 by jamaica

BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 14: Dishy Dean Boils a Kettle (or Two) - Beautiful sadistic girl creates havoc.

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   NonConsensual   Heterosexual   FemaleDom   Humiliation   Sadistic   Torture   Exhibitionism  

I give the dish of leftovers to Cynthia and instruct her to "go feed the dog" - indicating to where Gerald is cowering in the corner.

She trots over and places the dish on the floor in front of him. "Say eat Doggy," I tell her.

"Eat Doggy," she says and Gerald, on all fours and looking very like a dog now in fact, starts lapping away at the food with his mouth.

"Make sure he eats it all up, Dumpy," I say. "Stay there until he's finished, then wash up the dish and come back over here. I want you to feed me my delicious chocolate cake while I do a bit of on-line stuff. I'm gonna order a load of great new clothes using Daddy's charge card and I need both hands for that."

Which is what we're doing when the boys come back. Pretty long session in the pub they've had and they're a touch drunk. I don't mind the guys drinking in work hours because it makes it even more fun flirting with them. The alcohol makes them feel very horny and they ogle me all the more appreciatively. Makes them a bit boisterous too – perfect for this Prettiest Girl contest we're about to have. I'm really looking forward to that – looking forward to it about as much as Cynthia isn't. I saw her poor little face drop when I announced it earlier. Giggle.

"Be with you in a minute guys, just finishing up here," I tell them. "I'm ordering some sexy new outfits. Hey why don't you boys just busy yourself with the dog while you're waiting. Do whatever you want to him."

"We certainly will, Gorgeous," said Dean, cackling.

I turn back to my screen and finish ordering the clothes ... a particularly DIVINE little cocktail dress is the most expensive thing I buy ... while Cynthia feeds me my chocolate cake. I just open my mouth whenever I want some and she pops a piece in. I eat all of it. Yummy yum yum.

Behind me I hear ribald laughter from the boys and a cacophony of yelps and screams from Gerald.

I flip round and see why. Gerald is being held face down on the floor by four of the guys, Donny plus three others, and Dean is torturing him. The others are stood around watching. Someone's gone and boiled a kettle in the small kitchen area we have and Dean's got the kettle and he's slowly trickling hot boiling water all over the screaming Gerald. On his legs, his back, his arse, everywhere.

"Oh god, no," mutters Cynthia. She's plainly mortified. This is definitely the worst thing they've ever done to Gerald. He's in agony, poor guy. He's yelping in pain and looks to me like he'll be scarred for life.

"Well I did say they could do ANYTHING, I guess," I say. It is unspeakably cruel, what Dean's doing, but he does look particularly dishy doing it and I decide it's fine. In fact it's a great prelude for our Prettiest Girl contest.

The boys are looking at me, wondering if they've gone too far, waiting to see what I'll say next.

I keep them in suspense for a while, look at them with a straight and thoughtful face, so they get to fearing they've displeased me with this pouring boiling water over Gerald and that I'll stop teasing and flirting with them, maybe even call off the Prettiest Girl contest.

Then I start grinning. "Hey what about his front, boys? Don't want to do half a job, do we?"

Poor Gerald's sobbing and screaming, when he hears this, is truly pitiful. He knows what's coming and there's nothing he can do to stop it. "Yeah, Gorgeous, I love you," shouts a gleeful Dean and he goes and boils another kettle. "Nice full one, Sugar," I giggle and I go over to watch the fun. I make Cynthia come too, despite her desperate protests. She's so upset by how Gerald's being tortured that she's forgotten she's got ravioli all over her face.

The guys flip Gerald onto his already scalded back and stretch him out on the floor face up. They pull his legs and his arms wide apart and hold him like that – a guy on each of his wrists and on each of his ankles. He can't move a muscle. All he can do is thrash his head around, which is what he is doing.

"No please noooo," he's begging.

Dean is back with the steaming kettle and he's showing it to Gerald and grinning.

"Aw listen to him, Gorgeous," he says to me. "The Geek's not very keen on this game, is he? Probably wishing he was still a dog."

I go and stand over Gerald, smiling down at him. "Is that right, Geek, would you rather just be our little doggie again?"

"Yes Empress," he pleads. "I wanna be a doggie again."

It's pitiful, it really is. He's actually begging to be a dog. I get a fit of the giggles. What a dork.

I decide to toy with him a little. I slip my shoes off and give them to Cynthia to hold, look back down at Gerald.

"Mmm, I see. Well maybe if you kiss my pretty little toes," I say, and I place a foot to his mouth. "Maybe if the Geek kisses his Empress' pretty little toes and tells her how much he worships and adores her, she'll let him be a doggie again."

 
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