Femdom Fantasies

by Shallara (c) 2010
In tribute to Lady Julia
(continued from part nine)

Tim’s jaws dropped. “I thought …..”

“Yes Tim, you thought. There was no maid in here today. Your clothes didn’t go to the cleaners. Now please get them on.”

“What did you agree with Cheryl?” he asked in a timid voice.

Shallara was still battling to come to terms with the new Tim. Gone was the arrogant, self-confident, egotistical male who had walked into her life just a couple of weeks ago.

“Cheryl isn’t here, Tim. And hasn’t been today”

He peered around the pillar and into the sitting room. “Then, where are the ladies from the office? I heard them.” He looked at Ariella accusingly. “You said they saw everything!”

Shallara’s shook her head and smiled. “No Tim, they weren’t here. There was no-one in the apartment all evening except for the three of us….and ….an MP3 with recorded laughter and clapping on it. Now come along, I really think that this time you really do need to leave before we find some other way for you to amuse us. But there is one last thing we need to take care of, because something tells me that we will not be seeing you for a long while to come! Ariella, please fetch Tim’s final account for me; it is sitting on the printer next to my desk.”

The silence was heavy and oppressive as they waited for Ariella to return. Shallara stared straight at Tim, while he hung his head disconsolately, studying his shoes. At last it was handed over to Shallara. “Let’s go over this together, Tim, so we have a perfect agreement,” she suggested, her voice the model of reason.

She stood next to Tim, and pointed at the first item. “Two hours of counseling – no charge. I am waiving our fees for today, Tim, so you should have no hard feelings. Second item: cosmetics and makeup – no charge. Third item: stainless steel chastity device – seven hundred dollars. ”

Tim looked at her sullenly and her response chilled him to the core. “I need to tell you about that chastity device, Tim. It is the best one can get today – the price should tell you that! But there are a couple of things you should keep in mind. Firstly, you do need to keep yourself empty, else prostate problems can occur. You do need to either get milked or find some way to do it to yourself on a regular basis. Secondly, the lock on it is tamper-proof.”

Shallara looked at Ariella who had started to giggle. “Ariella, what’s on your mind?”

Ariella grinned. “I was just having this vision of Tim sitting on top of a counter in a locksmith’s shop, with a white shirt and tie, knees wide apart, while some macho tradesman fiddles between his legs trying to open the lock!”

Shallara suppressed a grin and continued. “I wouldn’t try the locksmith route, Tim. Any fiddling with the lock is likely to result in permanent damage to it, and it is unlikely ever to be opened.”

“So how do I get it unlocked?”, he snapped

“I will tell you in a minute. First I need to do something. Drop your pants, your boxers and bend over!”

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” Tim asked, “Whip me again?”

“No, Tim, just do it! I told you I wouldn’t spank you again unless you asked me to.” Shallara’s voice seemed to have taken on that hypnotic tone again. From somewhere, the sound of Orinoco Flow seemed to start up, and Tim found himself complying.

“Now reach back and spread your cheeks, please Tim.” Shallara gently massaged the small of his back, then pausing for a moment,, she reached into a pocket and pulled out a latex glove, a tube of lubricant and a small bottle of capsules. Once again, Tim felt his bud being gently massaged, and as he relaxed, a finger gently pushed its way in, and was rapidly withdrawn. Shallara dropped the tube and bottle back into her pockets, and pulled off the gloves with a snap. Holding with them with the tips of her fingers, she disappeared into the bathroom to dispose of hem and wash her hands.

“Thank you Tim, please stand up and get your pants back up. I think we need to finish going through the account. We were talking about the chastity belt, I think?”

She unfolded the section of the statement that had been hidden. Her red nail ran down the account. “Ah!” she exclaimed excitedly, “here is something that will interest you! Video and chastity key – market rate”

“What do you mean, market rate?” came the immediate and obvious question

Shallara eyes settled on his, and an amused smile twisted her lips. “So Tim, you will agree that we didn’t make any money on this counseling session with you?”. She didn’t pause for an answer. “…so, what I have done, is to list the key and the video we made this afternoon on eBay. You must admit that is a fair way of assessing the market value of these two interesting items? I actually pre-listed them while you were busy with Ariella. I must tell you there is a lot of interest!”

She paused for a moment, and watched for the shock to set it. There was no reaction, so she continued.

“Because we have built up such a warm relationship, Tim, I am going to give you some inside information on how the bidding seems to be going. The ladies in you office were really grateful to me for having made them aware in advance that this might be happening. They seem to have decided that the best way to increase their buying power to win the auction is to create a syndicate, and focus on winning the auction for the key. I must tell you, there has been some brisk bidding from it, as it really is quite a novelty, and the price is rising at an astonishing rate! Why don’t you go home and join the bidding? You could buy your freedom, and you know it is at a market related price.”

Shallara continued, “Now, the video also has some interest to your ladies, but their resources are committed to the key. However, it seems that a few of the adult video makers just love these candid ‘amateur’ videos, and given that this one was of such high quality, there is considerable movement on that price. I must tell you Tim, I am so grateful to you for having signed that waiver and for turning the rights over to me!”

Her eyes shone, as she prepared to wrap up. She thrust the account at Tim. “Tim, I think you need to be leaving now. Ariella and I have some unfinished business to take care of. I need to find out where she misplaced your key, and maybe teach her a lesson about being so careless with such a valuable item.”

Shallara paused. She stood next to Tim, her hands on her waist, the account gripped loosely between the fingers of her right hand. He could smell the perfume wafting off her, but could not get himself to respond to her presence. The bad news just seemed to be coming at him as if from a fire-hose.

Her sultry voice continued, “Before you go, there is just one teeny-weeny bit of information I still need to give you. When you bent over for me a few minutes ago, I may have slipped a glycerin suppository into your bum.” She looked dramatically at her watch. “If I did, and there is no way you will know until the effects do or don’t happen…they usually take about ten minutes to work. If and when it happens, you really don’t want to be caught out in the open!. My advice to you would be leave now without any more argument, and find somewhere private – the effects can be rather dramatic and embarrassing!”

Shallara held the door open for Tim to exit. “….and Tim, you should take the stairs; the elevators seem to take for ever to arrive at this floor.” She watched as he started to walk down the corridor, but start to jog in panic as soon as he thought he was out of her view.

Shallara turned to Ariella. “Come, you little minx! Let’s go and watch the bidding.”