Chapter 3: Strict

He answered his phone before the second ring. He recognized the number from the day before and made a mental note to add it to his contacts.

“Hello...” Why so breathless? Couldn’t he muster a modicum of self-control?

“Frankie,” Della began, her voice brusque, as if she were the only one with things to do that day. He was at work, for chrissake! And he hated the name she had started using that morning.

“Go to HR now. Get a change form for direct deposit.” She paused. Was she waiting for an acknowledgment?

“Yes, Miss...” he was going to say “Miss Della,” but she interrupted him.

“And be home by five o’clock.” She hung up.

Frank wanted to protest; he would have to leave work a half-hour early. But then, immediately, reflexively, he felt remorse. His irritation had evaporated like the sound of her voice. He missed it already.

He hadn’t been able to focus on his work beyond the first hour. The fierce concentration with which he threw himself into his current project had been an attempted distraction from the sense of alarm that had been growing since the evening before. And, as is usual in such circumstances, it hadn’t worked.

What was Della doing to him? What was she after? That she had an agenda had become perfectly clear. And why was Frank going along with it?

Frank thought about everything that had happened since he’d met her for dinner the night before. It was astonishing, if you looked at it rationally, but Frank’s rational thought didn’t get very far before astonishment turned to awe and awe to desire. His cock was hard now.

What’s wrong with me, he thought, as if he could change somehow, as if he wanted to. Why did her abuse excite him more than anything else had ever done? In almost four years with Susan, two of those years as a married couple, he had never been so aroused.

In just that one evening, Della had ordered him around, taken over his apartment, kept him naked, and teased him mercilessly. Somehow, she had given him the idea that he could lick her pussy, as if that were the world’s highest privilege, but it hadn’t happened yet; perhaps it never would.

She hadn’t let him sleep with her; she had banished him from his own bedroom! And he’d waited on her, hand and foot, like her personal maid. The only sex they’d had was a hand job she gave him that she ruined by not letting him come. And she had spanked him with a wooden spoon, for “disobedience.”

And here he sat with a raging boner, unable to work, unable to think of anything but Della and what she might do to him next.

He had to ring his apartment from the street to be buzzed into the building. The apartment door was closed, so he had to ring the doorbell. He looked at his watch, impatient and irritated. It was five o’clock exactly.

“Come in, Mr. Schiavo.” A large middle-aged African-American woman held the door for him. “And remove your clothes,” she added as he entered, brushing against her large breasts unavoidably in the small vestibule.

Frank, surprised to be met by a stranger at his own door, tried to regain his balance. Who is this woman? Where’s Della? From what little he could see of his living room, it had been rearranged. He took a step forward, only to be blocked by the woman, who sidestepped to halt him.

“Miss Della Frusta asked that you remove your clothes before entering,” she said in a calm, firm voice.

“What? ... Oh,” said Frank, grasping all at once that Big Lady was a surrogate for Della, that Della’s rules were in full force regardless of company, and that once again he was without agency. He could only comply.

It was so humiliating! But Frank relished it. Had Della done this to him, turned him into a submissive pervert, or had she just tapped what she knew was already there? Either way, he could feel his arousal mounting as his cock swelled.

He began undressing while sizing up his companion, who stood in the doorway fully clothed, and watched him dispassionately. Almost his height, she must have outweighed him by more than a few pounds, but she looked physically strong despite the abundance of soft curves. Her face was attractive, with large, widespread eyes and lush, full lips, but her makeup was a bit smudged; her eye makeup needed a touch-up.

By the time he was completely naked, he was as proud of his meek compliance as he was of his raging boner, and he was thrilled to display both to this lovey amazon.

His concupiscence altered everything. Now, gazing impudently in his watcher’s face, he was certain that she had been eating Della’s pussy! That would explain the tangy scent in the air as well as the shine on her nose and chin. He was sick with envy!

She was looking him over as well, and Frank could tell she liked what she saw. Her gaze returned to his eight-inch erection more than once. He was glad Della had made him shave down there; it now looked even more impressive.

She unconsciously licked her lips, and Frank, who already thought her mouth looked kissable, upgraded it to fuckable. Hell, everything about her was fuckable.

She held out her hand. “The payroll form,” she pronounced, sounding it like a demand rather than a request.

“Oh!” Frank said, with a pang of shame. He should have taken it out of his coat pocket before stripping, he realized, as he fumbled with his discarded clothes to retrieve it.

He handed it to her silently, fighting the urge to apologize. He sensed that would only make him weaker in her eyes.

She stepped aside, entering the living room ahead of him and allowing him past her. The room had been altered significantly. There was a new futon along the far wall, a large coatrack adjacent to the entryway, and most dramatically, there was a large high-backed armchair in black leather, prominently positioned to command the room.

On that seat sat Della, enthroned, and attired like fetishist’s dream: a red leather corset that made her slim figure an hour-glass-shape with her small breasts pushed up over the top of their cups, and thigh-high back leather boots, replete with buckles and straps. Between boots and corset was nothing, just the pale, olive-toned skin of her smooth thighs.

Frank was rather stunned, not just by her outfit, but also by the way her hair was pinned back away from her face, giving her pointed features an even more severe appearance, augmented by her makeup: heavy eye shadow and black lipstick.

She looked so stern and forbidding that Frank felt weak in the knees, his only thought to please her in any way he could.

She uncrossed her legs and placed her feet wide apart, displaying a big hairy muff of shiny black curls. With the riding crop she held in her hand, Della pointed to the floor in front of her and said, “Come, both of you.”

With Frank at her left foot and the big lady at her right, she nudged Frank’s arm with the crop to turn him to face the other woman. “This is Madison Monroe. She’s here to take care of the paperwork. She’s one of my attorney’s paralegals. And a notary public.”

In a rather lewd display, she placed the end flap of her crop between her legs, slipped it into her nest of pubic hair, and slid it up and down.

“I call her Maddie, but you will address her as Miss Madison.”

She held the crop up, placing the flap, damp and glistening, under Frank’s nose. He could smell her excitement.

“Go with Maddie. She will tell you what to do. When you have completed every task obediently, I will reward you.”

She dipped the crop’s end into her hairy honeypot again, and applied her nectar to his lips. He tasted it. He could think of no better incentive.

Having finished with her instructions, Della nodded to Madison, who took Frank’s erect cock in hand and used it to lead him to the kitchen’s breakfast nook, where she sat him down at a stack of papers.

“First, sign this,” she said, placing the payroll direct deposit form in front of him and handing him a pen.

Despite the heady eroticism of being manipulated by his cock in the hands of a BBW MILF, Frank’s brain was teeming with trepidation. He was no dummy; he knew he was getting into very deep waters.

Seeing the blank form before him, Frank wanted to know where his pay was going to be redirected, and was about to voice his not inconsiderable concern, when Maddie put a finger to his lips.

“Shhh,” she whispered, bending close. “Don’t say anything, or she won’t let you eat her out.” Her breath was hot in his ear. “Save your questions for after.”

That sounded like good advice to Frank, who had already admitted to himself that he would end up doing everything they wanted anyway, no matter how much resistance he put up first. Besides, there were laws to protect even idiots from all kinds of scams, weren’t there? Surely, he could always change his payroll back if he didn’t like how things were going.

He signed it. Maddie picked it up and embossed it with her notary stamp before placing it in the open folder to his right. Then she took a document from the stack to his left and placed it in front of him.

This was a banking form to change his checking and savings accounts to be jointly owned by him and Ms. E. Della Frusta. He signed this too. That was followed by beneficiary forms for his investments and insurance.

The penultimate paper was a rental agreement Della had already signed. A paper clip attached a receipt for the amount of $600 paid to his account. That wasn’t much. Was it just for a couple of days? A week? He counter-signed; he could ask later. He was almost done.

The last document looked like a contract but it was pretty short and very odd. It used he terms “Patron” for Della and “Guest” for Frank. Maddie didn’t let him peruse it sufficiently, but what he saw of it had words like “obedient” and “punishment.”

With a mental shrug, Frank signed and was done.

Madison placed the folder in her briefcase and, smiling somewhat mockingly, said, “Good boy. Now come along and get your reward.”

He stood up and she grasped him by the cock again and led him back to Della. His cock, having deflated a little during the signing, twitched to full extension at her touch.

He’s showing his mistress proper respect, Madison mused, squeezing the magnificent organ as she ceremoniously presented him to the enthroned goddess.

“The boy has completed his tasks as you directed, Miss. He behaved correctly throughout.” Madison was proud of the role she had played so far and was looking forward to participate further in Frank’s subjugation.

Della smiled beneficently on her two disciples. “Well done!”

She spread her knees invitingly, draping her legs over the arms of her chair. Frank’s and Madison’s eyes were drawn to the dark patch of fragrant fur she exposed, and the trail leading to her tiny brown anus below.

“Come here, Frankie,” she beckoned, “Come and taste me.”

Frank got down on his hands and knees and buried his face in her slick pussy. Her damp folds parted easily. His lips, his chin, and the tip of his nose were inside her, enveloped in her wet warmth. His tongue delved deep, searching for the source of her flow, scooping up pools of tangy effluence. He felt her swollen clit press against the bridge of his nose and instinctively rocked against it, giving it friction.

“Ahhh,” Della sighed, thinking that Susan hadn’t lied about the boy’s oral talent. This was top-notch, professional-grade pussy eating.

She paced her hand on the back of his head, but having no need to guide him, she ran her fingers through his hair, murmuring, “Yes, oh yes, you’re a good boy. Mmm, yes, just like that.”

Frank was so enthralled that he hardly noticed what Della was saying. But then her tone changed and, while continuing to lap avidly at her scrumptious cunt, he began to pay close attention.

“You’re mine, now.” were the words that grabbed his attention. “For as long as you serve my purpose and obey me.”

He felt the urge to lick her even harder. Her juices were flowing freely; he could hear her breath becoming erratic. But she continued calmly, as if instructing him.

“You will adapt quickly to my control; it’s what you’ve needed and always wanted. To be owned.”

He was mildly shocked, but his throbbing cock and his hungry tongue resonated to this truth and quelled the faint voice of denial in a distant corner of his mind.

Della, even in her euphoric state - she was close to achieving her first of what she knew would be a number of sublime orgasms - was in control. This was everything she desired: a man in her thrall, enthusiastic cunt-worship, and a captive audience upon whom to expound the perfection of her power.

“You will live here with me and serve me.” She could tell with absolute certainty that Frank was already conquered.

She locked eyes with Madison briefly before her eyes rolled back and her eyelids fluttered as her first orgasm washed over her.

Madison’s smiling lips parted as she gasped softly in sympathy with the goddess’s bliss. Watching Della’s manipulative mastery over the younger man was not only titillating, but highly instructive. Madison was a mere novice by comparison.

Della’s breath caught slightly as she came, but then she continued her exposition on the fate of Mr. Frank Schiavo.

“Yes, all is as it should be. I own you now.” Her muscles had relaxed again and her gushing cunt had calmed, like a lake after a storm has passed.

“Everything is mine. You are dependent on me and my benevolence.” She smiled.

Frank couldn’t see the smile, but he could hear it in her voice. He was listening. Her voice and her words were somehow melding with the enthralling flavor of the flooding juices of her obvious climax and the addicting intoxication brought on by the knowledge that he had made her come.

“Did you know? Maddie here is the one who came up with how to take your apartment without the tax implications.”

She moaned; Frank was focused on sucking her clitoris hard and letting his teeth graze it. He enjoyed feeling her tremorous spasms. Her thighs quivered against his ears and her deep cunt convulsed around his probing tongue.