Angering Marcie ...

Cyndi stood there, at the foot of the bed, frozen in place, looking at an image of herself in the palm of her hand. The red button at the bottom of the screen was waiting to be pushed, destined to record Cyndi's degradation in it's entirety. The lump in her throat was barely able to be swallowed as Cyndi's brain scrambled to between formulating a speech, and reminding her to breathe. 'Sure,' Cyndi convinced herself, 'I can spit out the words they want me to say.' The problem, however, was going to be with making it convincing. There was no way any respectable woman would ever leave her husband a message that his wife skipped an overseas trip with him in order to be a fuck doll for his political rival. But then again, Cyndi's previous actions nullified any notion that she was a 'respectable woman!' Cyndi drew in a deep breath, trying to steel her nerves so that her voice wouldn't crack.

Marcie barked for her to quit stalling and make the video!

Another swallow to suppress the lurching feeling in her stomach. Another deep breath! Even though it had been nearly 25 years ago, Cyndi fell back on her theater classes in high school. 'This is just a performance,' her mind reasoned. 'Put on a show,” her brain commanded! Cyndi raised the phone and framed her face in the screen. Her thumb ever so slowly slid to hover over the red button. One final deep breath! 'Here goes nothing!'

“Hi George. I, um … I hope you had a good flight and are having a good time in Germany.” Cyndi paused momentarily and chewed the corner of her bottom lip as she struggled to find the right words to say. “I'm um .. I'm sorry I didn't go along with you.” She paused again, unfortunately letting a little fear spread across her face as it tightened, her throat clenching. “I just thought you … um … should know, that while you're there, I'm spending the week with Marcie, my assistant, and Senator Preston, at his island retreat.” God, she wanted to cry right now, barely able to hold back the tears threatening to well up in her eyes. It took what seemed like an eternity for her to spit out the next sentence. “We're going to have sex here … all week long.” Cyndi hurriedly punctuated that with “Bye!” She then tilted the phone downward to quickly capture her nakedness before slamming her thumb back down on the red button.

The debasing recording was over, and the tears immediately began flowing! It was one thing for Cyndi to do what she was doing because she was blackmailed. But this mind **** was utterly humiliating, forcing her to act as if this was all her choice, which was the farthest from the truth.

Marcie had jumped to her feet and snatched the phone out of Cyndi's hand. Marcie returned to the bed and snuggled next to Preston. Marcie turned the phone so they could both see, and replayed the saved video. Cyndi remained frozen in her spot at the foot of the bed, now **** to listen to the audio being replayed. 'Mind **** again,' Cyndi thought as she stared through blurry eyes at the naked couple on the bed, as they regaled her video. When it had finished, Marcie tapped out a few keystrokes on her phone, then proclaimed, “Sent!”

“WHAT! YOU PROMISED!” Cyndi screamed, her trust in Marcie now shattered. She had promised not to send it to George, and now, the two-timing bitch just sent it!

Marcie looked at Cyndi incredulously, with fire raging in her own eyes! Handing the wine glass over to Preston for him to hold, Marcie again jumped to her feet, storming with her own anger till she was face to face with Cyndi! Marcie slammed her index finger between Cyndi's breasts, knocking her off-balance, causing her to stumble backwards. “You listen here! You might be able to talk to me like that at work! But here … this week … YOU WILL NOT EVER … speak to me like you just did! We own your ass, and you … WILL … show us some respect!” Marcie punctuated her statement with another forceful poke to the chest. “Got it?”

Cyndi was truly fearful of the violent outburst, her worst fears, seemingly coming to life. But she had been betrayed. Still fearing the two, trying her best to show some 'respect,' with her eyes downcast, still pleaded her case. In a much softer voice, sounding like a whipped puppy, Cyndi whispered, “But you promised not to send that to him.”

“I didn't!” Marcie triumphantly claimed as she spun on her heels and rejoined Preston, retrieving her glass, taking a long sip. Fetching her phone, she turned it to face Cyndi. Cyndi was too far away to see anything in detail other than a frozen image of her when she had scanned her naked body in it's entirety. “I sent it to myself, Preston, and you!”

'Mind fucked,' Cyndi thought to herself. She had fallen into Marcie's trap again. The **** was increasingly unbearable, and Cyndi swore she was truly broken. Sure, she was relieved, and the heavy weight lifted from her, allowed her to breathe more easily once again. However, now her bruised ego, and most likely bruised chest, pained her terribly. Cyndi was caught in a whirling tornado with no chance of escape.

“Insurance for Preston and myself, and a reminder for you,” Marcie flatly stated. She took another lingering sip from her glass, her lips kissing the rim. She closed her eyes and seeming calm washed over her features. “Now Cyndi ...” she let it draw out, formulating her words carefully as she didn't want to come across too brash. “We have several issues that now need to be addressed! First, and foremost, we'll talk about that little outburst of yours. I'm sure, by now, you realize the error of your ways, and are truly sorry for acting out.” Marcie's eyes lingered on Cyndi, waiting a sign of acknowledgment. Cyndi couldn't look her directly in the eyes, lowering them in shame, falling prey to the nasty trick. “That's a good start Cyndi! Your downcast eyes are a good sign of respect. As a matter of fact, for the remainder of the week, I don't want to see your eyes, unless commanded to do so.” Marcie paused long enough to let it sink in. “Is that clear … slut?”

Without raising her eyes, Cyndi nodded. It was better this way, she convinced herself. She wouldn't have to let her facial expressions, or her eyes, give away her true feelings.

“What was that … slut? I can't hear you!” Marcie's voice was getting that edginess back that Cyndi had feared earlier. The calmness in her voice was now audibly strained.

“Yes.”

“From now on, it will be 'YES MISTRESS'! And when replying to Preston, it will be 'YES MASTER.'” Marcie drained her wine glass again and returned it to the table. “You see, slut? You are nothing, but for us to do with as we please. Your little lapse in proper behavior could have easily landed you in the dungeon for the week. Like I said earlier, that's where I personally want you to be. But Preston, here, has convinced me to give you a chance to prove your worthiness. I don't think you'll make it through the week, without a trip to the bowels of this estate. So, as a compromise, I brought some of the dungeon to the bedroom, in the event something like this happened.” Marcie disembarked from the bed and opened the drawer of the end table. She reached in and drew out a closed fist. She turned toward Cyndi and strode determinedly up to her, leaving the drawer open.

Cyndi wished she could raise her head and see what Marcie had in store for her, but feared the wrath, and the dungeon if she dared to look. It wasn't until Marcie was standing directly in front of her, that Cyndi was able to see Marcie's legs and her clenched left fist.

Marcie's hot breath sent shivers throughout Cyndi once again, as she spoke. “Like we warned you, you WILL do as you are told. Don't fight it! Who knows, you might even enjoy it … much like you enjoyed those trucker's cocks!”

'She's fucking with your mind,' Cyndi screamed to herself. Marcie was truly a master at this stuff! She was playing on the myriad of emotions scrambling to take precedence over the others. The downward spiraling effect, taking her into her own inner dungeon of hell.

Without another word, Cyndi felt her right nipple being toyed with. Glancing, ever so nonchalantly in that direction, she saw Marcie's finger flicking over the hardening tip. She captured the soft flesh between her thumb and finger, pinching ever so lightly. Then she rolled the dark pink nubbin between the two digits until it grew in length and rigidity. It was standing erect, slightly larger than pencil erasers, engorged with blood from the gentle attention. Without looking, Cyndi could feel her left breast responding in symmetry with her right, the growing tightness of pleasure somehow creeping into her brain. Unconsciously, Cyndi arched her back towards the caressing hand, encouraging more of the same.

Marcie perceptively noted the subtle submission, pushing one step further by dropping her mouth to the tended tit. She enveloped the nipple, laved her tongue over the rubbery knob and then repeatedly lashed at it while clamping her lips over the base. Marcie could feel Cyndi's tense muscles give way, her breathing slowly altering. No moan of appreciation was heard, bu Marcie knew it was there! And then Marcie added her trademark punctuation by raking her teeth over the sensitive flesh, this time, eliciting some sounds from her prey. Marcie pulled away and admired the artwork she had created, the nipple now burgundy in color, standing at attention, begging for more. Then, with masterful precision and determination, Marcie pulled an object from her clenched fist, placed it at the base of the blood-engorged nipple and twisted a small screw until the clamp was thoroughly secured in place, sufficiently trapping the blood in the over-sensitized flesh, causing just the right amount of pain for Marcie's pleasure.

Cyndi jerked reflexively Marcie swatted her hands away. “No, no, no! You will leave this be, otherwise, I'll have to cuff those hands.” Marcie stopped only briefly, then chirped, “But then again, maybe that's what you want?” Marcie now lay her palm open, allowing Cyndi to see that she had every intention of adding another to the other nipple. Marcie repeated her efforts with the exact same results, but taking much less time, since Cyndi had already been primed. Cyndi clenched and bit her lower lip in preparation for the second clamp to be applied. The second one didn't seem to hurt as much, the pain now divided between two breasts, had become more of a dull, constant ache. The odd thing for Cyndi, however, was that as each second passed, the ache was somehow becoming pleasurable, feeling as if her nipples were alive, seeking out some kind of unknown relief. Much to Cyndi's dismay, however, she noted a third clamp contained in Marcie's palm. If she had any worldly experience, she would have known where Marcie intended to place that one. So when Marcie dropped to her knees in front of Cyndi, she began trembling, unsure if her legs would keep her upright.

Marcie's face was mere inches from her sex and Cyndi could feel the hot air spurting from her flaring nostrils as it caressed her loins. It wasn't until then that Cyndi suddenly realized how wet her pussy had become, and embarrassingly visible stream of fluid leaking down her inner left thigh. “Ah, look at this. Slut is all wet and ready for action.”

Cyndi was acutely aware how Marcie had stopped calling her by name and merely referred to her as slut. At this moment, however, Cyndi realized that she indeed must be a slut, already creaming uncontrollably without much foreplay. Her body was betraying her mind in every sense of the imagination, and she had lost her identity in the process. When Marcie's fingers spread her labia apart, the wet glistening interior was fully exposed, and there was no denying her arousal. With the slightest of movement, Cyndi rolled her hips forward, wanting … needing to be closer to Marcie.

Marcie obliged and traced a finger along the moist slit, gathering up her juices before easily delving it into the hot cauldron. This time, Cyndi's submission was audible as she flexed down, encouraging the foraging finger deeper. Marcie continued finger fucking Cyndi for several minutes, making sure to delay any possible orgasm. Then, as she had done to the nipples, Marcie drew her tongue along the slit, gathering up the tart, sweet, sticky syrup on her tongue before dragging it across the hooded pearl. Marcie focused her oral attention on Cyndi's clit, while her fingers continued to slowly fuck and frolic inside her pussy. Within a few seconds, the hidden jewel peaked its head out from under its protective covering, giving Marcie the opportunity to capture it in her mouth. Marcie clamped her lips tightly at the base and sucked eagerly, driving Cyndi insane, her hips bucking wildly in search of release, which Marcie kept at bay. Finally Marcie dragged her teeth over the tip and gently bit down, eliciting an ear piercing cry from Cyndi as the pain jolted every nerve fiber in her body. Faster than she had donned the nipple clamps, Marcie quickly applied the third clamp at the base of her clit, trapping it in its full glory, completely exposed. Cyndi cried in pain, as well as frustration in being denied the release that was so near.

“Mmmm,” Marcie cooed as she rose to her feet and stepped away, licking her lips, savoring the taste. She appraised her artwork before returning to the drawer. This time, Marcie returned, no longer hiding her intent. She approached Cyndi again, this time commanding her to raise her head, which she did. Marcie then wrapped a strip of black leather around Cyndi's neck and fastened the buckle clasp, locking it in place with a small padlock. There were several silver rings spaced evenly around the collar. Marcie positioned it just so, so that the padlock was in the front, visible for all to see. She then took a small length of silver chain and ran it through the padlock. She fastened the ends of the chain to each nipple clamp, causing the nipples to be pulled upward, rather than sagging down. Another short length was fastened from nipple to nipple, drawing them towards the center of her chest. Two longer lengths were then attached from each nipple to her clit. Again, Marcie regaled her handiwork, admiring the diamond created by the chains. Cyndi's poor nipples were pulled every which way, creating little opportunity for sway. And that delicious clit was standing proudly on display at the base, absolutely begging for someone's attention. Lastly, Marcie attached four longer, and slightly heavier chains, one to each clamp, and one to the collar, drawing them together to a black leather looped handle.

Handing the leather loop to Cyndi, Marcie instructed. “This here is your leash! While you must obey OUR every order this week, whoever is holding the leash will be in command, and you will do their bidding without hesitation. Is that clear?”

Lowering her head, eyes to the floor, Cyndi meekly replied, “Yes Mistress.” Despite the clamps, chains, and leashes, Cyndi found it easy to fall into character now that she was adorned as Marcie deemed fit.

Marcie closed the drawer and returned to the bed, grabbing her phone in the process. “That is very good … slut,” The pleasure was evident in her voice, along with the condescending nature of her provided name. “As you can see, I can be rather creative in your treatment or punishment. I'm sure you don't want to see my bad side again.” Marcie didn't expect, nor wait for, a response. Looking at her phone, Marcie continued. “Now that brings us to our second issue. When I told you to make that video, I said to make it convincing. Let's look at it again, shall we?” Marcie played it back for her and Preston's viewing pleasure, turning the audio up, but not allowing Cyndi to see the video. Marcie looked to Cyndi and could see the redness rising along her neck and covering her face. Turning towards Preston, Marcie spoke, “Hmmm, doesn't seem too convincing to me; how about you, Preston?”

For the first time in forever, Cyndi heard Preston's familiar voice. “I dunno,” he commented. “It seems as if she said what she needed to say, but didn't really mean it! What do you think slut? Do you think it was convincing enough?”

Cyndi knew the answer they wanted to hear. Cyndi knew the correct answer. Unfortunately for her, they were both the same. As she listened to the recording, she knew she could have done better. She shouldn't have hesitated. She shouldn't have hemmed and hawed. She should have done it right! “No Master,” she said in resignation. Now she feared what the repercussions might be for this transgression. Luckily for her, Preston supplied the answer.

“Very well then. I think we are feeling rather generous at this point, since you are behaving rather well right now. We'll give you another chance!” Marcie quietly walked up to Cyndi and handed her the phone, already prepped to record another video.