“I’m going to enjoy this,” Sarah told him. “You’d really be fascinated by it, if it wasn’t so unpleasant. But you only have yourself to blame. If we were allowed to mark you, there’d be lots of other things we could do to you as well. But this torture is genuinely terrifying, and it doesn’t leave any marks at all.”
“Please don’t!” Jeff begged. “I’ll do anything for you Mistress Sarah. Please don’t hurt me, it’s too much! Just tell me what you want me to say – what you want me to do!”
“Be quiet!” Sarah said firmly. “There’s no use begging. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me from hurting you. The only thing I want is for you to suffer. Do you understand? Jennie has her own objectives for this session. But I just want you to suffer. OK? Do you think you can manage that?”
Jeff started to cry. He couldn’t help himself. He had no idea what this bitch was going to do to him. But he knew it wouldn’t be pleasant. He was already terrified.
Sarah was holding a plain white cotton T-shirt. She flopped it down over his face. For a moment he panicked and gave a small yelp of surprise, but he realised there was nothing really happening to him yet.
“So,” Sarah told him. “This is just an ordinary T-shirt. And, apart from not being able to see anything, it’s not causing you any harm at all is it?”
“N…no Mistress Sarah,” he said in a trembling voice.
“Good,” she said. “But now I’m going to wet it in this bowl of water, and you’ll see the surprise.”
Sarah soaked the T-shirt in the water, and rung it out so that it was wet, but not dripping. She flopped it back over Jeff’s face.
As soon as Jeff tried to inhale he realised there was a problem. The cloth was heavier now, and was draping itself over his mouth and nose. And the water held in the fabric was making it air tight! He couldn’t breathe!
“Help!” he cried. “I can’t breathe!”
But as he spoke he realised his mistake. By speaking he’d used up the air in his lungs and couldn’t breathe in again. He stretched his mouth open and tried to suck air through the soaking cotton, but nothing seemed to get through. He thrashed his head left and right, trying to dislodge the T-shirt, but Sarah’s strong arms held him in place. He was really helpless.
Suddenly Sarah lifted the cloth by an inch and he gasped in a lungful of air. But as soon as he did she allowed the T-shirt to flop down again. His instinct was to breath out and in again, but he forced himself to hold his breath. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he was shaking with fear. His lungs were on fire, and all at once he blew out his air- trying to blow the T-shirt away from his mouth.
It worked! The cloth seemed to crease and broke the air seal allowing him to grab another gasp of air. But Sarah quickly smoothed out the T-shirt again and blocked his air supply.
Over the next few minutes Sarah continued to allow him occasional gasps of air, but never enough. He thrashed his head from side to side, trying to dislodge the T-shirt, but it covered his whole head, and Sarah held him in an arm lock to limit the movement of his head anyway. He was growing dizzy as his body was slowly starved of oxygen.
But at some point he realised the material was drying out. He paused in his thrashing and sucked desperately at one part of the cloth. He could almost breathe! But then Sarah noticed when he was doing and she poured water onto the drying section of cloth. He heard her laugh.
Jeff started to feel very dizzy now, and there were flashes of light going off in his eyes. He knew he was on the point of blacking out. His thrashing became weaker and weaker. Then suddenly…Sarah lifted the T-shirt off him and he gasped the sweet lungfulls of air that he needed.
“Oh please Sarah…Mistress Sarah,” he said between breaths. “Please stop. I can’t take it. Really. Jennie, if you have any humanity left, I beg you please don’t let her do it to me. For god’s sake Jennie, please! Tell me what to say to make it stop! Tell me for Christ’s sake!”
Jennie sat watching him from the sofa. He saw that she was playing with herself – she’d unzipped the crotch of the catsuit and had her hand buried in her pussy.
“Have you had any more thoughts on why you’re being punished?” Jennie asked.
“No!” he sobbed. “I followed all your orders Mistress! Please believe me! I’m trying to be a good slave! I swear I’m trying!”
Jennie nodded and looked at Sarah. “Will you carry on please Sarah?” she said quietly.
Jeff broke down in tears as Sarah allowed the wet T-shirt to flop onto his face again.
After three more long sessions with the T-shirt Jeff was a quivering mess. He was begging, and promising Sarah and Jennie anything they wanted. Jennie just smiled and sat there watching Sarah work on him. His head was thumping in pain, and at some point he’d wet himself in sheer panic.
“Let him have a rest for a minute,” she said finally. “We’ve got plenty of time before he has to go. But I want to talk to him.”
Jennie positioned herself near Jeff’s head. She kissed him gently on the forehead, and then on the mouth.
“Ooh your lips are cracking, they’re so dry. Open your mouth,” she whispered.
Jeff opened his mouth and Jennie leaned over him. She allowed a trickle of saliva to dribble out of her lips and into his mouth.
“Now swallow it,” she told him. Jeff swallowed obediently.
Jennie reached over and took a nipple in each of her hands, and squeezed them gently.
“Do you fancy me Jeff?” she asked softly.
Jeff hesitated, not knowing what to say.
“Please be honest,” she told him. “I’m going to let Sarah carry on in a minute anyway. There’s no way for you to avoid it. But if you’re honest with me now I might make this the last time, unless you ask me for more that is.”
“Please Jennie. I beg you, please!” he pleaded desperately.
“Do you fancy me?” she repeated.
“Of course I do. I always have,” he said with a sob.
“OK. That’s good. You’ve been honest,” she sighed. “But it’s a bit of an insult to my sister, isn’t it?”
“Why?” Jeff said desperately. “I fancy her too. I love her. I don’t think I’ve ever loved her more than I do now.”
“And have you ever been unfaithful to her?” Jennie asked. “Please be honest.”
Jeff paused and looked at Jennie.
“Is that…is that what this is really about?” he asked in a trembling voice.
“Have you ever been unfaithful to my sister?” Jennie repeated in a calm voice. She squeezed hard on his nipples and he gasped – more in surprise than pain.
Jeff swallowed hard and screwed up his eyes. He nodded.
“I see,” Jennie said. “When?”
Jeff took a deep breath.
“Two…no, three years ago,” he said. “I was working away from home, down in the Watford office. The situation at home was a bit…cold.”
“Tell me Jeff,” Jennie whispered.
“Th…there was a girl visiting from the US,” he said in a trembling voice.
“Name?” Jennie asked.
“L…Lisa. Lisa Muller,” he replied. “She was staying in the same hotel as me, and we saw a lot of each other. One night we got a bit drunk, and one thing led to another.”
“How many times?” Jennie asked.
“A few,” he said, ashamed. “Maybe seven or eight times over two or three weeks.”
Jennie was still massaging his nipples gently. He started to become hard. It was a curiously erotic feeling to be interrogated by her. She kissed him gently on the lips.
“Do you still work with this Lisa?” she whispered.
Jeff swallowed and screwed his eyes closed.
“Yes Mistress. But she’s back in California,” he said, sniffing.
“Would you like to blow your nose Jeff?” she asked him.
He nodded, surprised by the question. “Yes please Mistress.”
Jennie asked Sarah to pass her the box of Kleenex and she helped Jeff blow until his nose was clear.
“Thank you Mistress,” he said softly. “You’re very kind to me.”
“I know darling,” Jennie whispered. “OK, so Lisa works in California. Have you slept with her since that first time?”
Jeff knew he may as well tell her everything at this point.
“Yes Mistress,” he whispered. “Last year when I visited HQ.”
“How many times?”
“I’m not sure… maybe five?”
“And after that?”
“That was all… I promise!”
“When did you last see her?”
Jeff sighed and said “In Germany Mistress. Three weeks ago.”
“Oh, I see,” Jennie said quietly. “That was after your session with Sarah, wasn’t it?”
“Yes Mistress,” Jeff replied.
“And did you sleep with Lisa then?” Jennie asked softly.
“No Mistress!” Jeff said, trying to twist his head to look at Jennie.
“Shhh,” she said. “It’s OK Jeff. Just keep calm. I believe you. After all, Sarah made sure your balls weren’t in working order, didn’t she?”
Jeff shuddered at the memory of those aching balls. He nodded slowly.
Jennie leaned in close to his ear and licked around it gently. “Now I want you to be really honest with me Jeff,” she whispered. “I’m relying on you. I want you to tell me if you would have slept with Lisa if Sarah hadn’t helped you.”
Jeff took a deep breath, shuddering with a sob as he did so.
“I honestly don’t know Mistress,” he told her. “Lisa came to speak to me at the lunch on the first day, the Sunday. I was in so much pain. I told her I had some kind of flu bug. But she was wanting to be with me again. I don’t know…I don’t know…”
He broke down into tears and tried to turn away from Jennie. She reached over and cradled his head as he cried.
“That’s OK sweetheart,” she told him gently. “I know you’re being open with me. That’s good. It’s very good.”
She held him for several minutes until he’s stopped crying.
“I’m so sorry Mistress,” he whispered, giving another snort. Jennie smiled and helped him blow his nose again.
“You don’t need to apologise to me Jeff,” Jennie said gently. “It’s Cheryl that you’ve betrayed. Does she know about Lisa?”
“No!” Jeff said quickly. “No Mistress, I know she doesn’t. It would break her heart. And she doesn’t deserve that. I’m such a shit.”
“I could have told you that you fucking bastard!” Sarah spat from the sofa.
“Hey!” Jennie told her, and shook her head.
Jennie turned back to Jeff and kissed him gently on the forehead.
“But you’re trying so hard to be better now Jeff, aren’t you?” she said softly.
“I am Mistress, I really am,” he replied.
“But just because the sex is good?” Jennie asked.
Jeff laughed. “At first, yes,” he answered, nuzzling his head into her arms. “But lately I’ve felt so…so good with Cheryl. It’s been like when we first met.” He sighed deeply. “I love her so much Mistress.”
Jennie smiled. “I love her too sweetheart. And I’m so pleased to hear that you’re sorry. Now tell me, was Lisa the only one? The only infidelity?”
Jeff nodded. “Yes Mistress.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes Mistress Jennie. Honestly,” he said.
“OK. I believe you,” Jennie told him, looking him in the eyes. “Sarah…has he got a hard on?”
“It’s rock hard,” Sarah laughed. “And he’s dripping a bit too.”
Jennie leaned down and spat in Jeff’s face.
“You think that being unfaithful to my sister is something to get excited about do you?” she asked.
“Please Jennie…Mistress Jennie!” he blubbered.
“Sarah is going to carry on for a while now. But I want you to understand that it’s not a punishment for you being honest with me. She was going to carry on anyway. I’m really glad you were honest Jeff. It’s good, really. But if I ever find out that you cheated on my sister again, I’m going to find some way to make you really suffer. Maybe I’ll use the wet T-shirt thing. Maybe I’ll find something even worse. But I’ll make you suffer. Do you understand me?”
“Yes Mistress Jennie,” he whispered. “I promise I’ll never cheat again.”
“I hope not,” she said, stroking his hair. “And maybe by enduring this torture, just maybe you can feel like you’re repenting a tiny bit for what you did to Cheryl. My lovely, sweet, innocent sister. The girl who adores you. Who would never cheat on you. I think this is just a small part of the debt, don’t you?”
Jeff nodded slowly. “Yes Mistress Jennie,” he said, his voice thick with tears.
Jennie leaned over and kissed him gently on the mouth.
“Good boy,” she whispered. “Don’t worry. We’ve got plenty of time left before you have to go. Would you like Sarah to start working on you again now?”
Jeff felt a tear drip out of his left eye. He nodded slowly. “Yes please Mistress Jennie,” he said.
“Ask her nicely then,” Jennie whispered.
Jeff cleared his throat. “Mistress Sarah, will you start working on me again please?”
Sarah grunted from the sofa where she’d been watching.
“You fucking loser!” she hissed. “You’re pathetic! I really will let you black out this time.”
“Oh dear,” Jennie whispered to Jeff, brushing her lips over his cheek. “I don’t think she likes you sweetheart.”
Jeff sobbed quietly as Jennie stroked his face.
“Listen,” Jennie told him. “I’m very pleased at the progress you’ve made, and with your honesty too. It’s a shame for us to cut this session short when you’re doing so well. Would you like me to call Cheryl and see if you can spend some extra time with Sarah this evening? Another hour or so? Maybe two hours even? So that she’ll have more time to work on you. I’d really like that. I think it would be good for you, and for your conscience.”
Jeff sniffed and shuddered. Then he nodded again. “Thank you Mistress,” he said.
“I’ll do that then,” Jennie whispered.