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It's show time! - Part 1 |
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By Nigel McParr
Bella Carcouski was pissed. Her star performer, the biggest draw she’d ever had, had gotten herself pregnant. The girl was one of a kind. God knew where she would find a replacement with tits like that. Then, as if she could sense her problem, her old friend Carolyn called. So, here she was on a fall afternoon navigating the streets of Carolyn’s neighborhood. She was a natural redhead and beginning to show wisps of rusty gray. She had put on some weight, but as everyone said she’d put it on in the right places. She was wide-hipped with a trim waist and an overly full bustline that still turned men’s and women’s heads. She hadn’t worn a bra in years. Her breasts were so large and sumptuous when she sat Carolyn said they settled into her lap like an overfed cat. As she approached Carolyn’s home, she spotted a young woman between Carolyn’s home and the adjoining home. It had to be Carolyn’s new maid. She was hanging wash and didn’t notice Bella’s Porsche Cayenne easing into the curb and Bella watching her. A breeze caught the hem of her full skirt and lifted it high enough for Bella to see the luscious curves of her thighs and white cotton panties, which barely hid her swollen pussy and plump ass cheeks. The backs of her bare thighs bore the unmistakable marks of Carolyn’s strap. When the maid bent to her basket, her blouse fell open, affording Bella the chance to fully assess her breasts, which were nearly as big as hers. Like Bella, she was not wearing a bra, which made her even more interesting. She had tied her long hair back into a lustrous ebony sweep that cascaded down her back. Her eyes were huge and dark beneath long sweeping lashes. Her cheeks were bronzed and she had a wide crimson mouth. Her tiny waist enhanced the size of her breasts. She reminded Bella of a practicing wet nurse. When she stood erect, the weight of her breasts drew them to her waist. She was perfect. The thought of this girl on her stage with Harry doing his thing nearly caused her to lose control. She closed her eyes and composed herself. A moment later, she got out of the car and straightened her skirt. She was smiling as she walked up to the house. The maid looked up at her and offered her a warm smile. Bella responded with a wave. She had found the ultimate showgirl right here under her nose. She would have to keep a tight rein on Harry. The boy would go nuts when he saw her.
The scent of fresh-brewed coffee and warm coffeecake filled Carolyn’s sunlit kitchen. Carolyn and Bella were sitting at the kitchen table. “I’m so glad I called you, Bella. I am sorry to hear you lost your star. I can imagine how hard they are to find. I had to replace my maid awhile back. I sent her packing back to Mexico. She was a lazy cow. All I did was strap her and it didn’t help - not one bit. I finally kicked her out with enough money to start a new life.” “Was she illegal?” “Actually, no. There is no shortage of legals desperate to work for almost nothing but room and board. I can find maids every day of the week. But for you to find the right girl, now that has to be a nightmare.” “Carolyn-” “I know where you’re going. You saw her hanging laundry alongside the house.” “She’s a gold mine, Carolyn! An absolute box office guarantee. I want her. I must have her - whatever it takes.” “But can you train her? Do you think she would perform for you?” “Leave that to me.” “Would it make the cheese more binding if I told you my gynecologist has examined her? She is a bona fide virgin.” Bella let out her breath. “Damn, Carolyn, you really know how to twist the knife. She is a goddess. Please, darling, I’ll pay anything for her.” Carolyn brushed a crumb from the exposed cleavage at the rim of her neckline. “Dear Bella, I have already said I can find another maid. I understand this girl is worth more to you than she is to me. Assuming you can train her to perform in the show; I would imagine she would be fun around the house, too. She’s already trained as a maid. Her big ass will stand up well to your punishments. She is all yours.” “I fear to ask, but what can I offer in exchange?’ “That’s easy. I want that slender little pole dancer that opens your show.” “You mean Alondra?” “Yes, that’s her. You have no idea how much I have wanted to strap her and wrap my legs around that perfect little ass.” “You should have said something-” “Oh, I know, but I’m not one to impose on my best friend.” “Alondra is yours. I’ll bring her over tomorrow.” “Do you mind waiting until Luz finishes the laundry? I wouldn’t be caught dead taking it down.” Bella laughed and rolled her eyes. “What would the neighbors think? By the way, your coffee cake is scrumptious. I want that recipe.” “I’ll give it to you before you leave,” Carolyn said.
Thirty minutes later, the two women heard the maid ascending the basement steps. She paused in the basement doorway and looked at Carolyn. When Carolyn nodded, she said, “Madame, I have folded the laundry. What should I do now?” “Do the upstairs dusting and remake the beds. When you are done, pack your bag and come straight down to the kitchen.” Bella watched the maid look quizzically at Carolyn. Her lower lip had taken on a delightful tremor. Bella could not keep her eyes off this plump morsel. The girl’s breasts shimmied enticingly as she nervously clasped and unclasped her hands in front of her. “You are going away, Luz. I am sending you to Madame Carcouski. She is taking you into her home and she will assume full responsibility for you. You will obey her as you have obeyed me. If you do not, there will be consequences more severe that you have experienced in my home.” “M-Madame…may I ask you why? Haven’t I been a good girl? I try to obey you.” Carolyn dismissed the question with a wave of her hand. “It’s not that. You are simply a better fit under Madame Carcouski. She will train you.” The maid opened her mouth. “Not another word. Go upstairs and make the beds.” “Y-Yes, Madame,” Luz whispered as she spread her skirt and dropped a curtsey before she disappeared up the back stairs. “Omigod, Carolyn, you’ve even trained her to curtsey?” “Mmm hmm. It’s amazing how a good strapping will convince a girl she’d better learn to curtsey to her superiors. But enough of her. Tell me, how the show is doing...”
A half hour later, Bella heard Luz coming down the back stairs. She had a battered leather suitcase in her hand. Her eyes were shiny and wet. When Carolyn nodded, Luz said, “The beds are made, Madame. I put away the laundry and finished the dusting and polishing.” “Thank you, Luz. Your new home is far more elegant than my simple home. Madame Carcouski will assign new and different duties. You must listen carefully to her. She has punishment implements in her home and she knows how to use them.” Bella laughed. “No more than you, Carolyn. Come here, Luz, I want to have a better look at you.” The maid reluctantly set down her bag and stood in front of Bella. “Look at her, Carolyn; she’s perfectly jiggly, all tits and ass.” “Are you surprised at her jiggle? You know very well why. She’s not wearing a bra.” “I already figured that out, Madame,” Bella laughed. “May I?” she asked, gesturing at Luz’s blouse. “I would expect you to examine her.” Bella ran her palms lightly over the taut cotton covering Luz’s expansive breasts. They had settled, completely filling out her lower blouse front. Had her blouse not been tucked into her waist, they might have dropped below her waist. Bella fondled the girl’s thick nipples and textured areolas. The firmness and cushiony resilience of the maid’s breasts made Bella smile. “Carolyn,” she breathed, wanting desperately to get inside the maid’s blouse, but then changed her mind. She would deny herself that pleasure until she got Luz home. “Turn sideways, Luz. I want to check your profile.” The late afternoon sunlight streaming in the kitchen windows backlit the maid’s profile, transforming her into a perfect still life. Bella had never seen such innocent unintended eroticism. Luz’s bustline began at her armpits and descended in a gently outward curving line to a point several inches above her waist. There, the profile curved down and under into a swollen arc that ran back up to her waistline. The outlines of her erect nipples could be seen at the descending peaks of her breasts. “She is a classic,” Bella whispered. “What big breast lovers want to see when they come to my show. I have never seen anything like her. I feel guilty giving you Alondra.” Carolyn laughed. “Bella, you of all people should know I prefer a girl that fits my lap. This one is much better off with you.” “But…Madame…I-I don’t want to leave here!” Luz blurted out. Carolyn’s mouth hardened into a thin line as she rose from her chair. She grabbed the maid’s wrist. “You are an insolent ungrateful bitch! I took you in. I fed and housed you. I maintained your precious virginity. You have nothing to say in this matter. You are are going with Madame Carcouski! Bella, would you fetch my strap. We’ll lay her over that chair.” Carolyn handed the strap to Bella. “Why don’t you do the honors?” Bella felt a surge of excitement course through her as she took the strap. She had not expected this. “If you’ll just hold her down, Carolyn...” She lifted the maid’s skirt and dropped it over her head. As she slipped her hand into the waistband of the maid’s panties, she unabashedly groped the girl’s pussy. The girl was already wet. She must have been playing with herself when she was upstairs. How naughty and nice is that, Bella wondered as she tightened her grip on the strap. She struck the maid’s fleshy buttocks hard enough to make her cry out. “N-No…please…” Carolyn’s voice had turned to steel. “Stop that whining, you impudent girl. Your new mistress is in charge now. You are going to learn she means business.” Bella barely heard her old friend’s admonition. She was in a different place now. All that mattered was the strap in her hand and the maid’s plump buttocks. She had never had the pleasure of punishing so much ass flesh. The sight of the girl’s glistening pussy peeking from between her wobbling cheeks filled her with glee. She stepped up the pace. Wait until my Harry sees this one. She would have to keep an eye on that boy. In spite of the consequences, he would try to bugger and fuck her so she wouldn’t know what hit her. She continued to strap the girl until she had thoroughly reddened her backside and thighs. When she handed the strap back to Carolyn, Carolyn complimented her on a job well done and poured two fresh cups of coffee, Carolyn instructed Luz, “You just sit on that chair until I summon you. She gave a cup of coffee to Bella. “Let’s go into the parlor. There is something I want to discuss in private.” “Will she be okay alone?” “Oh yes. She will not move a muscle.”
Carolyn sat opposite Bella in front of the parlor fireplace. She took a sip of her coffee and said, “You always did know how to use a strap. I envy your strength and skill. I will emulate your technique when I discipline Alondra.” Bella smiled. “My mother taught me how to use a strap. When I first took Harry in, I introduced him to my father’s old razor strop. I can still remember the arousal that welled up inside me. It told me something about myself. ” “Do you still have that strop?” “Mmm hmm. I use it on my showgirls, including Alondra. Harry seldom gets it anymore. He knows better. A good strapping sets me on edge. You know what I mean. It’s like when Stan was alive…” Carolyn’s eyes shone at the memory. “Back then, I used my mother’s maple hairbrush. Yes, I do know how it makes one feel. I miss it …and what we did afterwards.” Bella reached across the space between them and squeezed Carolyn’s hand. “I’ll bring Harry over for a couple of days.” “Well, if you insist. I could use a whipping boy and a nice big cock for desert.” “He’s yours, but you must whip the bejesus out of him. He will try to fuck you front and back if you don’t. He can’t help it.” “Bella, he’s built like a Greek god but he’ll pay for a piece of my ass.” Bella smiled at her old friend. “Hadn’t we better get back into the kitchen? I’ve got to get home and fix dinner.” Bella was pleased to see Luz was still blubbering to herself when she came back into the kitchen. She had no will to resist when Bella crossed her arms behind her and bound them with Carolyn’s duct tape. “It’s like old times,” Bella murmured. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” With Luz seat belted into the back seat of her Porsche, Bella drove out of the neighborhood. As she drove the quiet streets, she imagined Luz topless in skin-tight indigo jeans. Harry was whipping her, first on her jeans and then on her bare ass. Then, Harry was behind her with his cock up her backside, The vision of Luz with her arms and legs winged out and Harry giving all he had to her made her tingle and shudder. Her nipples hardened into the taut silk of her blouse. She could see the curl of Harry’s lips, his horse cock sprung free of his jeans, the tendrils of his whip singing and dancing on Luz’s bare ass. She could almost hear the girl’s pleas, her screams of protest…
Braking hard at a light finally broke the spell. She glanced into the rear view mirror. Luz’s startling brown eyes were still rimmed with tears and staring into hers. “Tell me your full name?” “Luz Ixia Rodriguez.” “How old are you?” Luz hesitated. “Madame, may I call you…Senora?” “Well, I’m not married, but I am old enough to be your mother. Senora sounds endearing. You may call me that. So, how old are you?” “I am 19…Senora.” Bella doubted that, but she let it go. “Where are your parents?” “I…don’t know. I think in Mexico?” “You are legal?” “Y-Yes…I was born here. My parents were sent back to Mexico…May I speak…openly?” Bella nodded. “Senora, I am no longer much afraid. You are very beautiful. I love your blue eyes. You remind me of my mother. She has great big bosoms like you…I hope and pray …someday I will be as big as her.” Bella had to glance out the window to hide her smile. She straightened her face and looked up into the mirror. “Thank you, Luz. You have lovely big bosoms, too, and I hope they do grow to match your mother’s.” Luz liked that. She wiggled her legs like a delighted child. “Senora, I don’t mind that you taped my arms. I will do my best to please you. Please…don’t send me away.” “I would only do that if you did not obey me.” “Si, Senora, I will obey. My mother would tell you I am a good girl. You’ll see. May I please ask what will happen at your casa…house?” “I will train you to perform on the stage in front of an audience.” “Senora, please excuse me, but I’ve never been on the stage. I couldn’t-” “Enough chattering, Luz. I have more important things to think about…”
After punching in a code, Bella swung her car into Colchester Court, a gated Georgian home community. The high-ceilinged rooms were large, airy, and expensively decorated. Luz told her she had had never seen such a home as Bella led her through the house and up the wide staircase to her bedroom. “You must trust and obey me, Luz. Never question. Just do as I say.” Luz watched in silence as Bella turned down the huge bed, took a whip from her antique French armoire and laid it at the foot of the bed. “This one is my favorite,” she said. “It really has a delightful sting.” She let Luz peek into the armoire. “I want you to see my collection of canes, manacles, crops, and straps.” When Bella positioned Luz between a pair of old barn posts anchored to the bedroom floor and ceiling, Luz hesitated. She looked at the leather straps and cuffs dangling from the posts and then at her new mistress. “Why, Senora?...I’m a good girl…” “It’s part of your training. Just trust me.” Luz nodded reluctantly. She stood perfectly still while Bella undressed her down to her panties. Bella’s nose wrinkled in disgust at the cheap fabric. I cannot wait to see you in designer jeans. “My Harry loves tight jeans and panties, especially when I let him remove them, which he will do tonight as part of your training session.” She turned Luz between the posts so that she was facing the bed. Luz remained supplicant and submissive. She did not whimper when Bella removed the tape from her arms. “Spread your legs and your arms out to the posts so I can fasten you to the cuffs. That’s a good girl.” In the glimmering amber light, spread-eagled between the posts, nearly naked with her huge breasts and projecting nipples ballooning away from her body, Luz reminded Bella of a sacrificial lamb. She hoped Luz would come across the foot lights that way. Looking into the limpid depths of Luz’s dark eyes, Bella lifted her massive breasts and began to massage the sturdy nipples. In an instant, she caught the glimmer, the widening of Luz’s eyes. She slid her hand over Luz’s fleshy Mons Venus and began to tease the fleshy folds of her pussy. The maid shivered, opened her mouth, and ran her tongue over her lips. “Ah, you like that?” “Y-Yes, Senora. It’s what Mistress Carolyn sometimes did to me.” “Did she tie you up?” Luz gave her a reluctant nod and a small blushing smile. “Oh, yes, Senora,” she whispered. “She used clothes line and tied me to the bed. Then, she got on top of me and fucked me with a big…” “Dildo. Then you are no stranger to girl-girl fucking and bondage. That pleases me.” Bella impulsively kissed the girl. When their lips met, she ran her tongue between Luz’s lips. Luz responded, meeting Bella’s tongue with hers and thrusting her hips forward, in an attempt to meet her mistress. The leather restraints arrested her. Bella slapped her. “Have you forgotten who you are?” Luz gave Bella an uncertain look. “Don’t you ever do that without my permission.” “Senora…I am sorry,” the girl whispered, so frightened she lapsed into Spanish. “Not sorry enough, girl!” Luz shrieked when Bella began to spank her breasts. “Quiet! A good tit lashing is good for you. It keeps you firm and full. “I want your tits to grow bigger than mine. I want them down to your thighs. Our customers demand huge boobs and they shall have them.” Luz flinched when Bella gave her a hard smack on her bottom. Bella stood facing Luz while she removed her skirt and blouse. She changed into slippers and a denim wraparound. When she arranged the two ends of the wraparound over her breasts and tied them together at her waist, the bodice compressed her breasts into a mono-bosom that rose above the neckline and overhung the tie at her waist. She adjusted the neckline to ensure a spectacular view of her stunning cleavage. Luz watched her with a questioning look. Bella smiled at her. “It’s for my Harry. It turns him into a little boy, more easily controlled. I’ll be back after Harry comes home.” Bella left the bedroom and went down the hall to Harry’s austere bedroom. A single bed, a chest of drawers, and a couple of chairs were all the furniture she allowed him. Unlike her bathroom, his was down the hall. She took a folded pair of jeans and a tee shirt from the chest and laid them out on the bed. After straightening a chair and hanging a stray shirt in his closet, she went downstairs to fix dinner.
She’d met Harry at a cocktail party five years ago. She was 43. He was 21. She was braless in stiletto heels and a short black dress with a very low neckline. It didn’t take Harry long to spot her. She drew him into her force field like a moth to a flame. She ignored his techno-blather and told him to fetch her a drink. When he returned, she let him nervously babble on and make a fool of himself. On the surface, he was cocky and smart-assed, full of himself, and obviously interested in her cleavage. His fascination with her breasts did not endear her to him. There were tons of younger men eager to look down her neckline. What she liked most about him were his boyish good looks, his intelligence, and underlying need to submit. He covered this need with a veneer of male bravado. It amused her to watch him wriggle and dance beneath her metaphorical thumb. Her need to mother and control magnetically collided with young Harry’s need to be babied and bossed. Yin and Yang - mistress and mama’s boy – the two merged with a bang. Three months later, she moved Harry into Colchester Court. Harry infuriated, satisfied, and excited her. As she gained control of his life and their relationship, Harry became the only man she ever really loved.
She was at the stove in an apron cooking pasta and humming a Broadway tune. Her nipples had grown hard and erect in anticipation of introducing Luz, when Harry walked in the back door. With his wavy dark hair, blue eyes, Armani suit and tie, he was a gorgeous hunk. That did not distract her from checking the clock as she always did. “You’re late, Harry.” “Aw, Bel-” She did not look up at him. “Harry! How many times must I remind you?” “Oh, come on, Bel…Ma…I’m sorry,” he murmured as he came up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist. He began to nuzzle the sinuous line of her neck while he lifted the resilient weight of her breasts in his hands. On other nights this might have driven her crazy, made her giggle like a teen. This night, however, his antics made her angry. He reeked of alcohol. She pulled his hands away and turned to him. “You smell like a goddamn barroom! You stopped with your office crew, didn’t you?” Harry struggled to put on a brave face. “Well, yeah, but I just had one.” “You had more than one. Have I not made it clear? What part of my telling you to come straight home after work don’t you understand? You may be a big shot in the firm, Harry, but in my home, I am the boss and don’t you forget that.” “Ma…” Harry pleaded, tried to touch her breasts. As she batted away his hand, the thought of her delicious surprise, busty Luz, up in her bedroom diluted her irritation. “There will be none of that, little man. I really ought to give you a damn good whipping. Get upstairs, shower, and use some mouthwash. I’ll hold dinner for a half hour. Your jeans are on your bed.” “Harry…” At the sound of her voice, he turned and gave her a hopeful look. She held up her wooden spoon. “I’m warning you. Do not be late again. Do not come home with alcohol on your breath. Next time it happens, I will send you away…I’ll abandon you like a sack of rotten potatoes.” The color drained from Harry’s face. “Bel…” he whispered. “It’s been five years. You wouldn’t…” “Just try me, darlin’…Just try me. Now get a move on. We have lots of work to do tonight. I have a brand new star for the show.”
Continued in Part Two
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