The door opened and William came in. He was dressed in a black robe and carried a thin rod. He stood at the end of the bed until she turned and looked at him. Even then she couldn't hold his gaze; she blushed and looked down, her face crimson with shame.
"Well," he said, grinning a little. "You sure showed us last night, huh?"
Mirabelle sobbed and held her tongue.
"You need a shower," William said. "Are you going to behave, or do I have to keep you chained?"
"I'll behave," Mirabelle moaned, her eyes staying away from his.
He unchained her and she stood by the bed, submissively waiting for him. He took her to the bathroom and told her to shower and use the toilet if she wanted to. She had to take a shit and piss, and somehow she felt she deserved to have him standing there, watching. She showered and washed her hair as he told her to. Then he told her to make herself up to look desirable. She broke down at that. It meant that she would have to perform more disgusting sex acts and, anyway, she didn't know how to make herself up to look like a slut.
So Eileen came in, sat her in front of the mirror and made her up.
The effect was stunning. Mirabelle couldn't believe it. She had never known that she could look that sexual, that desirable. Her wide eyes now seemed to invite anybody to fuck her, and her luscious lips seemed to pout naturally, as if they were just waiting for a cock to slide between them.
She glanced at herself and kept her eyes down, ashamed of how she looked and felt.
"Not bad, Auntie." Eileen giggled as she brushed Mirabelle's hair into a teased-out mass around her head. "Fuck, you look real good, you know that?"
Mirabelle blushed and hid her head, but she couldn't avoid the look of absolute lust in William's eyes as he watched. As she stood up, she saw the full effect of the whip on her ass. The weals and stripes across it made her tremble with horror; yet, the mashed, red globes still ached for more, reminding her of her disgusting depravity.
When they were done, William led her back to the bedroom and closed the door. "Put those on. I wanna see how you look."
The outfit was all red. Mirabelle was shivering with a mixture of horror and shame as she put the mesh stockings on and clipped them to the garter belt. The panties were nothing more than little lacy strings and a tiny triangle that covered her pussy mound. The little bra was less than a quarter cup and pushed her tits up, exposing her nipples. The slip was lacy, transparent, and showed every curve of her wonderful body. Finally there were six inch heels, also red, sling-back and open-toed. She put them on and stood in front of William, trembling all over.
"Fuck!" He walked around her, examining every inch of her wonderful body. "You could make me shoot just to look at you!"
It was a horrible suggestion and Mirabelle blushed deeper, shivering with horror. But her pussy spumed at the thought of a man wanting to fuck her that much. Juices ran into her panties.
He came up to her, the collar in his hand. "I'm gonna keep you. Put this on."
Mirabelle looked at the thick black leather collar and shivered. "No, please! Not that! Just let me go, I won't tell anybody! Honestly, I'm so ashamed!" She kept her eyes on the floor, tears forming in them.
He took her chin and lifted it. "I'm gonna keep you, bitch. Keep you as my slave!"
"No!" Mirabelle sobbed, trying to avoid his eyes.
He grinned and tapped the rod against his thigh. "I'll make you deal. If you won't put the collar on and beg to be my slave in an hour, you can go."
Mirabelle moved, almost losing her balance in the high keels.
"Yes!" Mirabelle whispered. She was at the center of so many terrifying emotions that she couldn't think at all.
"You gonna be good and obey me, or do I have to tie you up?" William whispered, his eyes boring into hers as she avoided his terrible gaze.
"I'll be good!" she whispered, her tits bulging in the lacy slip top.
"Go and bend over the bed for six strokes with this," he ordered, holding the rod close to her eyes.
Mirabelle gasped and choked. She stared at the rod as it slid across her gaze, hypnotizing her. Her pussy spasmed harder and her legs shook.
"Bend over or I get the chains," William said softly.
There wasn't anything else for Mirabelle to do. She turned slowly, her eyes fixed on the rod, then walked to the bed. Her breath was short and gasping as she bent at the waist, her face going down into the bed clothes, her ass waiting for the punishment. She moaned, wondering what had become of her, as she reached back without being told and eased the hem of her slip up over her whipped ass. Since the panties she wore were nothing but a thin lacy strap at the back, her asscheeks were fully exposed. She pressed her face into the bed and waited.
"Rub your pussy," William said, sliding the rod over Mirabelle's trembling ass.
"Uurrhh!" Mirabelle gurgled, but she didn't even try to resist.
She worked her hand down under her trembling body and slid it into the top of the little red panties. She knew he could clearly see her as she spread her pussylips and rubbed her hot, hard clit-bud. Terrible jolts of passion rushed out of the contact, and she spread her legs wider, moaning, as she rubbed her wet pussy-slit.
"Six strokes."
William lashed the rod into the stretched cheeks of Mirabelle's ass.
She twisted on the bed, her fingers spuming on her pussy as the agony rushed from her ass and met the lust surging in her pussy.
He lashed her again. She screamed, digging her fingers into her cunt, rushing to the brink of a climax that already threatened to drive her out of her mind.
"Two," William said and lashed her again. "Aagghh!" Mirabelle wailed and came, her body trembling, her fingers blurring on her clit. She twisted, her tits pressing down into the bed, her whole body on fire with depraved lust.
"Three," William said, and suddenly Mirabelle could feel the desire in his voice as he whipped her hot, seething ass. She jerked and fell, her legs kicking up for a moment as she came.
"Four!" William snarled.
Her scream of terrible lust rang around the room. Her ass was already twice as red as before, thin red lines spreading across it. Her fingers were digging into her cuntal flesh, rubbing as hard as she could.
"Five!"
"Aagghh! Oohh, God, fuck!" Mirabelle screamed, coming, swirling helplessly in the grip of her passion.
"Six!"
"Uurrhh, fuck, no!" Mirabelle writhed in desperation, rubbing her clit as another orgasm shattered over her.
Her ass was thrust up, and William stood waiting, but she couldn't move. She moaned, rubbing her pussy, her face tight with agony. Suddenly she knew why he had challenged her. She wanted more. She needed more pain to make her come, and he wasn't going to give it to her.
"Stand up!"
"Uurrhh, no!" Mirabelle wailed, her ass jerking as she rubbed her pussy.
The orgasm she needed was fading, however hard she rubbed her cunt.
"Stand up," he said, sliding the cane over her ass.
"No!" she screamed, suddenly thinking that he'd whip her if she disobeyed and that would solve her problem.
"If you disobey me, it goes to two hours. Disobey me again and it's three. Think about it!"
He slid the rod over her ass and Mirabelle shivered helplessly.
She couldn't think straight. She wanted more pain, more whipping and, worst of all, more cock! She screamed, her fingers blurring on her clit trying to come.
"Stand up," he said.
Mirabelle straightened up, pushing herself off the bed, pulling her fingers out of her cunt and turning to face him, her eyes cast down once more.
He took her chin and lifted her face to his, staring into her eyes. She tried to turn away, but he twisted her face until she had to look at him.