EPisode 95: ME SO tHORNY

Thirty minutes before Travis Herbert stepped from Piper Cherry’s home...

Dominic Black felt compelled by his own dark designs to pay an unexpected visit to his slave Kelly Herbert’s home. Knowing her son to be in school he wouldn’t have to deal with the little punk objecting to their unconventional relationship. So, he thought! Little did he know Travis was only a block from home but hiding out until school was technically over and he could go home without his mom questioning it.

For now, Dom had her all to himself. Two days in a row was uncommon, but since he gave her the dozen roses it was weighing heavy on his soul as to why he even did it. Love was not his forte, a dedicated companion was. Red roses made it look bad.

“Why the hell did I do that? Fuckin’ Louisville and his advice.”

Dominic hissed turning his Dodge Ram on to Kelly’s street. Pulling up in front of her home he shut his truck off and sat there wincing at the house with bitter confusion. Her front door was open letting in fresh air rather than living under AC. She was thinking logically, not wanting a huge power bill for Dom to have to pay. He did appreciate that. Why he was even taking care of her bills was beyond a true master’s outlook, yet he knew she had no source of income, her former employer and wannabe master released her with no way of even getting unemployment. While that never settled well with Dom, he didn’t need trouble by going after the guy.

That was six months ago now, Dominic meeting Kelly while she was job hunting and finding no luck thanks to her ruined reputation. No matter what job she applied for her resume was sabotaged. Not even her drop-dead beauty landed her a job when the asshole, a filthy rich businessman had literally paid someone to follow her every move and destroy her. She nearly lost everything including her sanity. Only her son kept her from going over the edge.

Stepping into Lift KITty’s Fitness Center one day to answer an ad as a masseuse for his sister Serafina’s parlor in the back of the gym was fate. Kelly got the job solely on her looks at that point. Being the winter months at the time she made a snow bunny look hot in a mini skirt, white Go Go boots, and a faux fur coat. She looked like a hooker sadly, which in all honesty might have been just around the corner if her options continued to be unforgiving.

There the day she walked in, Dominic Black was working out, surrounded by bitches begging to be his. Kelly made eye contact with him that day but did not bother to approach him, instead respectfully lowering her gaze and devoting her time to Serafina, there to interview her. She didn’t even ask Sera about the giant, feeling as if she was beneath his stature. The only subject of Dom at that point came from his sister who mentioned the club Cashanova next door as an optional supplemental income, letting her know Dom was a high paid dancer there.

Kelly considered stripping, but her son Travis being top priority, she informed Sera she would rather work there at her parlor as a respect toward him. Sera being a stripper herself on rare appearances understood. She also being a Dominatrix, Serafina Black saw the subservient glint in Kelly’s eyes. All it took was being a good listener and hearing Kelly’s side of the story that her former owner/boss had left her in, and Sera hired her on a trial basis. With no degree in massage therapy all she had to offer was her hands and a hot body to attract clientele.

With an experimental test run Serafina had Kelly massage her. Leaving her curtains open for everyone in the gym to witness it Sera went down to her bra and G-string and told Kelly to show her what she had. Kelly was stunned by the open concept but was more than willing to give it a shot. Kelly’s hidden desires to show off sensually, even sexually stimulated her life. Her main question at the time was what was going too far. Serafina in her tiny strips of cloth she called underwear had everyone drooling. If she could go that far, Kelly presumed she could. Not wanting to look shy was important.

Her only concern was that her fur coat might get ruined. With nothing beneath it other than that white mini skirt she informed Sera of her problem. The question in Sera’s mind was why she wore the coat with no blouse beneath. Kelly simply told her that her former master had left her scarred inside, his conditioning lending to her exhibitionist tendencies. She felt this particular job would be ideal to exhibit but that it would be behind closed doors, not out in the open. Not that she wouldn’t do it, but she had no master to enforce her actions. Making decisions on her own had become dormant.

Dominic eying his sister having doubts in the woman yet parading in next to nothing without care saw Kelly’s genuine need to be of service. Everyone at Lift KITty’s knew what Sera was like, but not this new girl. She was an untested commodity. Brother dear dropped his weights and nudged past his horde of more than willing pussy to intervene. Before Sera could tell Kelly her opportunity was slim, he entered and took off his speedo. Totally nude, his near eleven-inch hammer dropping right in front of Kelly and his sister he nudged Sera aside. From there he placed his cowboy hat on top of Kelly’s much smaller head and crawled up on the massage table. Blinded by his brim but hearing him perfectly he told Kelly, “Let the fur fly.”

Her first client Dom himself, she felt his attitude and authority instantly and sucked up that tiny bit of pride and lost her fur coat. Bare breasts she oiled him up and massaged his swollen muscles with more energy than she expected to apply, it was as if she knew he needed nothing but the best.

Finding her secret ability to his liking he rolled over to see her reaction to his moneymaker. Serafina took that moment to shut the curtain to the outside world. Kelly lowering her gaze refused to look directly at Dom’s beast. Noting this fact, he simply put his massive arms behind his head and laid there. Telling Sera to go away she left he and Kelly alone. Informing Kel that he could get away with that Sera being kin. His words remembered well he asked Kelly in that moment, “Happy endings start when I say they do.” While trembling in his presence she understood.

“Forgive me Sir.” Taking direction with only that to go on Kelly removed her mini skirt which left her in only her boots. Shuffling around Dominic, she surprised him and ripped the curtain back open. On full frontal display toward those working out in the gym she warmly smiled and turned back to Dominic. Moving around the massage table she oiled his chest and set out massaging. In reaching his monster erection she paused to ask, “May I Sir?”

“Nope!” He sat up and put his speedo back on. Left confused by his refusal Kelly considered getting dressed herself. The second she picked up her mini skirt Dom took it away from her. Same for her fur.

“Sir?”

Idle talk ending Dom snapped her up in a heartbeat by her wrist and led her naked through the gauntlet of fitness machines full of intrigued members, the Owner Kitty holding her heart at seeing him take possession. Opening the front door Dom asked her where she was parked. Pointing out her Kia, he walked her to her car and opened the door. Shivering from the cold she resisted even massaging her own skin for warmth to prove her worth.

“In!” She got inside behind her steering wheel as he tossed her clothing in the back seat. “You’re not working here. You work for me now. Drive home like this and know that this is your happy ending. Sera has your resume?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Address on the resume?” She nodded, “I’ll drop by after my workout. Go straight home.”

Her massages were not that great but her ability to be giving was what lured his attention in. Her payday forthcoming, she served his every need since, the hillbilly accepting her son as best he could. Even though Travis made it hard. The rest as they say is HIStory! Dom ... was Dom!

Getting out of his monster truck and walking around his front grill he caught a glimpse of Knox Hardecker up on his balcony using binoculars and talking on his cell to someone. Pausing for some reason the giant eavesdropped. Going so far as to hide beside the front right corner of Kelly’s home for a better listen, his hunches led him to snoop.

“Fuck you Neo! Why did you assholes tell Furlong I was behind Perbert’s videos? Now Furlong’s going to be looking me up again to kick my ass. That video of you guys pissing on Perbert would have gone viral, stupid punk deserves it. Hell, no I’m not buying Dillon another cell. He should have fought for his own shit.” Knox was getting temperamental, “I just saw Perbert...” As if sensing his being watched Knox Hardecker went silent and looked down to see Dominic leering up at him. “What the fuck are you looking at?”

Dom tilted his Stetson and removed his sunglasses to stare directly at Knox with narrowed eyes. “You had people piss on the boy? You tied him to those bleachers?”

Knox swallowed dryly and held his cell to his chest, “Not me! I was right here. Fuck with me I’ll own that fancy truck of yours Big Guy.” He dared to act tough.

“I seem to recall you got pissed on yourself.” He remembered hearing how Piper, Henry, and Josie teamed up to urinate on the boy for being a prick. Even Kelly joined in which made Dom’s day. Compile that on to Piper’s dog Rotten hiking on Hardecker’s leg he was actually one up on Travis Herbert.

“I had a right to get revenge. That’s not over either.”

“That’s the boys worry, not mine.”

“So why you being nosey then? Fuck off!” Knox had balls way up there on his perch. Nodding with a pucker Dominic concluded the punk was right. He wasn’t a big fan of Travis himself, however the boy was a part of his life whether he claimed him or not. Being his slave’s son, he couldn’t completely ignore the situation. What Dom knew well was this, the kid had to stand on his own two feet and deal his own justice. That’s what Dom’s Pappy did to he and his siblings. Put up or climb a tree to choose your switch.

“My pappy always told me to face things head on.” He pondered, “Learn to fight my own battles. Boy’s not my concern.” Dom put his shades back on and stepped away. Knox seeing how easy that was chuckled. Calling Dom, a “Big pussy!” under his breath went unheard, not without being sensed, however. Their day would come.

Marching straight into the Herbert home unannounced he found Kelly napping on her sofa. She looked beautiful sleeping there soundly in only white lace panties and a blush-colored camisole, her blond hair drifted across her left profile, strands even between her lips going unnoticed in her dream world state. Dom took time to just reflect on her life, being a widow, lost and alone save for her baby boy. While thriving on being the brute that he could often be, he did have a heart deeply buried. A heart that was about to be torn apart.

“What the hell?”

He noticed the vase containing the roses he bought her with only the stems left to display still resting on the coffee table. “She tore the petals off. Could have been the boy I reckon.” As if retracing invisible steps Dom looks behind him and finds a single red petal on the carpet. Stepping to pick it up he found another as if breadcrumbs in the hallway. Another on the steps going upstairs. Heading up to the second floor yet another at the bathroom threshold stuck to the tile from being wet, the tub drain clogged by more. “Now what do we have here?” From there he discovered her bed full of rose petals, a bed tore to high heaven by obvious sex. Damp stains of sweat and lovers quarrel to mark a passing of the torch.

“McKellen!” It had to be.

Instead of anger Dom thought rationally, he did make that deal with Henry to share ownership as a way of giving Kelly a taste of both worlds, Dom rarely showed emotion, only the need to be in charge to express his usual take on life. Smirking as he processed things, he considered how best to show Kelly his own version of love. Inspiration dark he strolled quietly back down to her living room and found she had rolled over facing the back of the couch, that perfect ass calling out to him. Erection brewing, he could have just taken her right then and there. Where was the real fun in that?

Careful not to wake her he took the vase of stems back up to her bedroom and stood at the foot of her mattress. Leaving the petals on her bedding he just flung the stems out, water and all onto the sheets. Arranging the stems in a way that produced a large heart with a fashioned arrow between it for effect he chuckled at his originality.

“Now that’s true love.”

Ready, he stripped out of his boots and clothing, placing his Stetson on top of a bedside lamp. From there he took a walk back into the living room and stroked his beast favorably over her whimpering slumber. Sighing at her beauty he grumbled, “Not sorry Belle. The Beast is home.” Had Dominic really watched Beauty and the Beast? No fucking way! He’d blame Serafina for talking about it. Snatching up her hair tightly she woke up startled and found herself being drug from her furniture.

“MASTER?”

Without any response out of Dom he forcefully tugged her along by her mane, Kelly crawling rapidly to keep the pain of his grip on her hair from making her scream. All the way up the flight of stairs she kept up to prevent misery. Into the bedroom he guided her on all fours before throwing her forward to the carpet on top of a petal which stuck to her cheek. Placing a foot on her right profile he pressed down until she whimpered, “I’m sorry master. I did what I was ordered.”

“That you did! With love comes war. Doesn’t it?”

“Yes master.” Kelly pouted, then faintly smiled. She loved being treated roughly as much as passionately.

“McKellen pay a visit?”

“Yes master. A few hours ago.”

“Enjoy yourself?”

“Yes master.”

“Ready to enjoy yourself more?”

“I am yours master.”

“Damn right you are.”

He lifted his foot away and bent over ripping her panties from her as if wet tissue, her camisole shredded in kind. Picking her body up like a puppet, one hand gripping the back of her neck, the other between her legs, fingers up her snatch. Hoisting her over his head like a God ready to hurl his wrath upon the world below he made certain her fall would be on her back. “See where your love lies?”

She tilted her head sideways to see the stems shaped into a giant heart amid the gathered petals. Tossed from Heaven Kelly Herbert closed her eyes then landed on the thorns below with a shrill scream to compensate the agony of vampiric thistles piercing her flesh.

“Now that gets the heart pumping.” He chuckled. “Nestle in! It’s my turn.”

Weeping at the unexpected pain, trickles of blood all over her body staining her sheets, Kelly Herbert hissed, “Thank you master.”

“Pleasure’s all mine.” He emphasized before crawling into bed over her. His massive weight on top of her sank the thorns deeper into her tender skin making her cringe and accept the torture. It had been a while since Dom had intentionally hurt her, even in such a complex manner. This was her home, her emotional abode. Kelly Herbert praised Cupid for his arrows striking all across her body in small favors of bliss. Unable to avoid screaming as he penetrated her pussy Dom himself found displeasure in a thorn stabbing his scrotum, yet he stood his ground not wanting her to see his own hint of agony. This had to be done.