Isabella Gets Her Due

Authors note: This story is considerably stronger than most on altairboy's site. If you are even a bit wimpish don't read further. This is part 1 of a two part story. In the second, the tables are turned.

Hi all you perverts out there, My name is Isabella and this story is about me.

Let me begin by describing myself with as much modesty as I can muster.

Basically, I am giant love goddess. Six feet three inches of feminine delite, so fine it will make your bones tingle just to look at me.

What a body. I guarentee that you have never seen the equal. My neck is unusually long and flexible, my huge firm breasts bursting to be free of whatever encumbrance may enfold them at the moment. My middle is long and lean, narrowing to an absurdly slender waist before flaring into lush wide hips and the finest, fullest heart shaped ass that you might ever imagine. And oh my wonderful legs - you have never seen a pair more perfectly shaped and long, oh god, they are so long.

I have lustrous, reddish brown hair that cascades in rippling waves down past my sharply etched shoulder blades to end in the middle of my lean and muscular back. My liquid brown eyes - the eyes of large and deadly cat -- are aglow with evil as I gaze intently at you, wearing down any resistance you might have. My cheekbones are high, my wide Mediteranean nose chiselled to perfection, my deliciously full red lips moist with desire as I slowly pass my tongue over them, causing you to fantasize about how that tongue might feel on your cock or on your pussy.

The complete package is nothing short of spectacular, if I do say so myself.

But more than my looks, it is the passion that drips from every square inch of my being that really will get to you. When you see me, even from far away, you just know how hot I am, how much I like sex, how loud I will scream when I am on the verge of orgasm, how powerful my orgasm will be. Watching me walk down the street in my heels and tight micro skirt, ass swaying, tits bouncing ever so slightly, is enough to make any man's cock hard, any woman's pussy wet. Whether you are a man or a woman, young or old, beautiful or homely, you WANT to give me pleasure, you want to experience first hand my response to your tongue on my clit. More than that, you NEED to experience it. You will do most anything to experience what it is like to make me squeal with pleasure.

And I am well nigh inexhaustible. I can have six, eight, ten or more orgasms in the space of an hour or two, and keep going and going and going. No one lover could ever have the stamina to satisfy me.

I am twenty six years old. When I was younger, I just had loads of sex with many partners. Basically, I walked about the world, saw someone who caught my fancy, snapped my fingers and did what I liked with them.

Now I am a bit more selective. And far nastier. The more I understand the length and breadth of the power I wield, the more sadistically I wield that power. Sometimes I feel like I drink out the sexual passion of others, little by little swelling up my own, until this passion, my passion is monstrous, huge, ready to engulf all the world. Or something like that. Who gives a fuck, really. Basically I just do what I want, and what I want gets meaner every day.

Take Carl and Gina for example. They are around thirty, married for almost six years. Carl is short and very muscular. A powerfully built man if ever there was one with a huge thick cock and incredible strength around his middle. Gina is a tall, willowy blonde, a little thin in her busom but with legs almost as nice as mine. When I met them they were on top of the world, getting rich, passionately in love with each other. Or, to put it more accurately, in heat with each other. Many was the afternoon they sneaked away from their highpowered jobs to enjoy a delicious hour of fucking at some stolen rendezvous. Even after six years of marriage they could hardly manage a day without a little something to tide them by til evening.

I met Carl one morning at a coffee shop. Reluctantly he told me he was married. After some prodding he told me all about Gina and their wonderful sex lives. I invited Carl and his wife over for dinner.

I should tell you that I live in a mansion, a gift from a wealthy admirer. If I remember correctly, I actually let this admirer have an orgasm when she gave it to me, her first in quite some time. Twelve bedrooms, a massive dining room, and even more massive great room -- eight baths, two serving wenches, one butler and a gardener to take care of the extensive grounds. Oh yes, and a deep, dark, dank and well equipped dungeon.

That night Carl and Gina showed up, dressed in evening clothes as I had requested. They were a dazzling couple with their mismatched sizes and body types, both exceptionally striking in their own ways, with the glow of physical well-being and a long history of intense sexual satisfaction behind them. They did not know why they had come nor what to expect. I greeted them in a black bra that barely contained my breasts, with a black garter belt and black stockings. My panties were blood red. I was wearing six inch heels. To the short statured Carl and the normal-sized Gina I must have appeared a giant Aphrodite, a figure of fantasy incarnate, stolen directly from their dreams. Or their nightmares.

After a little idle chit chat, ignoring my guests gaping mouths, I had my serving wench Lisa, naked from head to toe, feed us dinner. Carl sat on my left and Gina on my right. Just precisely far enough apart so that they could not touch each other, even though I could see they were aching for some reassuring little caress. We talked of this, we talked of that - while we were served a feast of culinary delite. I hungrily devoured my food, just as always, though neither Carl nor Gina seemed very much interested in the repast.

After dinner, it didn't take but fifteen minutes to have them at me. Two people who had, for quite some time, reserved their passion exclusively for each other were now undressing me. Now laying me down on my bed. First I had Carl fuck me a bit, god was his cock massive and his thrusts powerful. I moaned and screamed and twisted and writhed and generally made a spectacle of myself. Gina was literally squirmming with jealousy, her head down, her hands clasped in front of her, squeezing and wringing them, while her front lip quivered with anguish as her beloved husband pistonned his cock in and out of my vagina. I loved it. Both the fucking and Gina's response to it. The more pathetic Gina looked, the hotter I got, the more I squealed. After a bit tears started to run down her face. But Carl, despite my sharp commands, was having trouble restraining himself. I made him pull out just as he was about to explode inside me. Then I had Gina get to work on my pussy with her hot little tongue, salty tears running down her porcelain cheeks. Why did she do this? Why didn't she throw a fit, grab her husband and storm out. Well, in the first place Carl was stronger than her and he wasn't going anywhere. In the second place, haven't I just told you? Don't you listen? Gina, like everyone else, needed to know what it felt like to give me pleasure. She didn't have a choice. It wasn't a voluntary act. So she licked my pussy while she quietly sobbed. After a short while I was back into frenzy mode, screaming and twisting and writhing with a powerful orgasm. Gina forgot, at least momentarily, about her sadness and humiliation.

And Carl, let us not forget the extremely frustrated Carl, forced to pull out of my oh so hot little love hole just before he spurted his seed inside me. Now he was quite desparate for an orgasm, his cock engorged, his balls visibly purple. While Gina was licking my pussy, Carl was on his knees sucking on my toes. And doing quite a nice job of it.

Well you can imagine. This went on for some time, with several variations. Sometimes Carl licked my pussy while Gina worked on my toes. Sometimes I had them both doing my clit, one on each side. Sometimes I had one rim out my ass while the other worked on my clit. Through all of it they were forbidden to so much as touch each other. After an hour or two and a number of deliteful orgasms I sensed their tongues touching while they were both working on my clit. Someone would pay. I determined that this breach was more Gina's fault than Carl's so I had my other wench, Caroline, also completely under my control, tie Gina over a wooden chair, with her middle bent over the top of the chair, her head down near the seat and her legs attatched to the back legs of the chair. What a delectable sight she made with her ass thrust up in the air, her perfectly sculpted calves straining to hold the position. Then I had Carl beat his beloved wife with a wooden paddle. For every five swats he gave her he was allowed a single fucking stroke inside me. Assuming the swats with the paddle on his wife's vulnerable ass were hard enough to please me. What a trip. Gina cried and screamed and begged her husband to stop. After maybe two hundred smacks, after Gina's delictable little ass was covered with bright red welts. After some of the welts had begun to ooze bright red blood. After she had screamed and cried herself into hysteria, I mercifully released her and had her clean out my asshole with her tongue while I slowly and teasingly rode her husbands magnificantly frustrated cock.

We spent another hour or so at variations of these games. At one point I had Gina dangling upside down, her legs spread wide with Carl laying a knotted cat right onto her helplessly exposed pussy. No matter how hard he whipped his wife, or how much Gina screamed I wouldn't allow Carl an orgasm, though I did graciously allow him many powerful cock thrusts inside my sweet pussy.

Me, I was in heaven. Cumming again and again and again. One orgasm more powerful than the previous. There was something about the way I was twisting and perverting Carl and Gina's passion for each other, something about the way I was forcing one to hurt the other in order to earn small sexual favor points, that made the scene especially poignant, that made me even more responsive than usual. Near the end I managed to reach an extreme zone of lust and pleasure only occassionally granted to the most fortunate and highly sexed among us.

But all things must come to an end and at last even I was sated, at least temporarily. I bade my guests goodnite. Of course Carl and Gina were not allowed to drive home in their car. They were going to walk to a bus stop, about a half mile distant and then spend an hour or so in our City's complicated bus maze, finding their way home. I thought about making them undertake this journey stark naked. But once in awhile I can find a tinsy bit of mercy in my heart. After some really pathetic begging on her part I allowed Gina her bra and panties. Ah well, her bruised and swollen butt was still mostly visible as her panties were just a white lacey thong. Carl I allowed skimpy red leather bikini briefs to hide his raging hard-on. The thought of how humiliated the couple would be, as they made their way home, especially riding the bus, just made me hot all over again and, before I allowed them to leave, they had to make me cum a few more times.

If you imagined that after an evening like this I would never see those folks again you could not have been more wrong. It wasn't two days later that I get a call from Gina. Could she see me again. By herself? Well, I was kind of busy, I said. Please she said. Please. I'll do anything you want, please? Ok I said, why the fuck not, I'm in the mood to hurt someone and it might just as well be you. Come on the bus and wear only a bra and panties. No shoes.

A few hours later here was Gina, radiant in the blue bra and pantyhose set she had chosen. I had her tell me all about her trip to my house. She blushed the most fetching shade of pink you could ever imagine as she recounted how, on one of the three bus legs, a group of middle-aged guys had surrounded her and made her strip totally naked. They grabbed her panties and her bra and made her do jumping jacks, naked on the bus, in order to get them back. She explained how totally humiliated the whole incident made her feel, her little tits bouncing up and down in public, the men hooting at her and pointing her out to the rest of the patrons on the bus. The next leg was even worse. Here she was confronted by two older women. They sternly lectured her about her attire. She had nothing to reply, them being entirely in the right. After a bit they made her get on her knees and clean off their shoes with her tongue, laughing at her, scolding her, spitting at her, generally making her feel lower than the lowest kind of hooker.

Well this was just the kind of thing I had imagined. It did my heart good to see such wonderful results from a few simple commands. I asked Gina if this humiliation had made her horny. "Oh god yes" she replied, my pussy is so wet I can't stand it. I absolutely must have an orgasm soon or I will die.

"Well Gina", I replied, "unfortunately for you it is going to be quite some time before you have an orgasm." I showed Gina the chastity belt I was going to make her wear. It was of particularly fiendish construction and absolutely pleasureproof. The female wearer of this belt could not, under any circumstances, experience a clitoral orgasm. Genital sex was totally out of the question, but the belt left it's wearer's butthole quite temptingly exposed.

"Please, Isabella," she begged. "Please - I must be fucked every day - or I don't know what I will do. I will go crazy. Please, Isabella, please don't do this to me. Please. Anything else but please don't make me wear this chastity belt" Oh how her begging whetted my appetite for cruelty. I wanted this oversexed nympho bitch to be constantly in heat. I wanted her to watch me fuck her husband, knowing that she could not have even a tiny little bit. I wanted her to know that she was nothing but a toy for me. And mostly I wanted her to be very clear about what a sadistic mistress she had submitted herself to.

I called Caroline over and together we started to hook up the belt to the frustrated Gina. Gina dropped to her knees and clasped her hands together. "Please Isabella, please, oh God please, at least let me cum once before you put it on. Please. I am going crazy."

I laughed and laughed at the plight of this sexy woman who was in the process of becoming my complete and helpless slave. "No Gina, it pleases me to have you like this - you will just have to suffer with your frustration." With that Caroline and I locked the nasty device in place. Now Gina could experience no sexual relief without my active intervention. I had her just where I wanted her.

For the next half hour I watched and laughed at Gina as she experimented with her new prison. She tried everything from forcing her fingers under the belt (impossible and painful to try), to pounding on the outside, hoping to set up some vibrations which would stimulate her entrapped clit. Nothing worked. It was hopeless. Finally, Gina just stood there, anxiously grabbing her hair and rubbing herself all over, tears of frustration coursing down her cheeks. Again she got on her knees. I had her crawl all over my house begging for a modicum of relief, but still I would not relent.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with Gina giving me pleasure. I just love to get pleasure from a slave who is completely crazy with sexual frustration. I couldn't wait to see how Gina would be after a few days of her belt. Or a few weeks. God, the torment of it made me red hot with lust.

And of course the day wouldn't be complete without a little bit of pain for Gina. After she had licked my pussy and asshole for awhile, I put cuffs on her thumbs and connected them behind her back. I then cuffed her big toes and attached the cuffs together with about a foot and a half of chain, hobbling her but giving her the ability to move around some. I got out a pair of boxing gloves and proceeded to lay some leather on her. Think about it. Gina is in her chastity belt, desperate for some sexual relief, with her thumbs cuffed together behind her back and her big toes linked together on a short hobble. Instead of sex she will get the great reward of serving as my punching bag for an hour or two. A smart, fairly mobile punching bag to give me a bit of a challenge.

She can bob and weave a bit, but really, it was pretty hopeless for her. I punched her repeatedly in the gut knocking the wind out of her and eventually causing her to fall to the carpet. Then I made her get up and punched her in the gut again. Hard. I have a pretty wicked left hook. In the beginning she could avoid some of the blows by moving about but after I dropped her a few times with punches to her middle she couldn't move very well at all and made an even easier target. Then I started in on her face. At first just flicking jabs, but then, now and again, letting her really have it with a right. She was hysterical to avoid these blows and summonned up her last reserves of energy to try to move about. I teased her sadistically, pretending to let her force me to miss, then, just when she thought there was some hope, pummelling her in a most vicious manner. I cut her lip, made her eyes puffy, her nose bleed. I worked on her tits for a while, pounding the soft vulnerable flesh, bruising them all over. Then back to her vulnerable middle, the place she most definitely did not want to be hit. To avoid her bending over to protect her middle I clipped her thumb cuffs to her toe cuffs on a chain just tight enough to force her to stand up straight. Then I punched her over and over again in her stomach. At some point she threw up and I made her clean up the mess with, you guessed it, her tongue. She REALLY did not want to do that but what choice did she have.

Oh what a trip to beat up the beautiful and helplessly bound Gina. I kept at it for much of an hour til Gina was exhausted, almost delirious, and completely covered with bruises.

Exhausted and pathetic as she was, I made her get on her knees to lick my oh so wet pussy. I warned her not to shirk, not to stop for an instant or we would have to start the beating all over. Needless to say she did an excellent job. When I finally uncuffed her thumbs and sent her on her way I was a most satisfied woman. Gina, on the other hand, beaten and frustrated beyond human endurance now had to suffer the humiliation of making her way home in her blue bra and stockings and garter belt, covered with welts and bruises from her head to her still hobbled toes. If it was bad on the way here, think of how much worse it was going to be for her on the way home. Her bondage visible to the world. The beating she had just sufferred there for everyone to see. I imagined that there might be a few sadistic folks she would encounter who would take some advantage of her situation and further degrade her while she made her way home. I couldn't wait to hear about it.

A few days later it is Carl on the phone. He wants to come over with Gina. Sure I say. That evening the loving couple arrive together at my mansion. Gina is wearing a large steel posture collar, Carl is holding a leather leash attached to the collar. Gina is wearing these way sexy bondage boots that squeeze her toes most painfully to a narrow point, and force her to walk all the way up on those punished toes. I tried to imagine how painful each step was for Gina. It seems extreme. Just how I like to treat sluts like her. She's been forced to wear these boots for two full days. Carl can't wait to explain to me how they have spent these days. Carl, the dear, has used his wife's inability to gain sexual release as a lever to enslave her. He must have enjoyed beating her the last time he was here, because beat her he has done, several times for the smallest transgressions. Gina's body is even more covered in bruises and welts than when she had left my house a few days before. She seems completely and thoroughly downtrodden, both physically and mentally. The lamp is out, the glow that was so noticeable about her a few days ago is gone.

However this configuration was wrong, ugly, against the natural order of things . Gina was my slave. And, for that matter, so was Carl. Something would have to be done. I sent Caroline to my treasure trove of serious toys to fetch a male chastity pole. Together Caroline and I managed to get it attached to Carls massive cock. A hardenned titanium shaft, about 1/8" around went on the back of his cock. Four equally spaced steel rings were connected to the shaft. The rings were placed around Carl's cock and locked into place. Caroline and I then used various techniques to, shall we say, reduce the man's ardor. After we were done, Carl's cock was a shrivelled thing. We then used this specially made tool to turn tiny little ratchet screws that gradually shrank the diameter of the rings til the space inside, the space where Carl's cock was trapped, was scarcely bigger than my pinky. Oh yes. It was now impossible for Carl to get a hard-on. Absolutely impossible. Pissing was also somewhat difficult and rather painful. But the best part was this other little screw. It was on the titanium shaft which was really a little collapsing pole. Opening the screw caused the shaft to grow in length. Up to, say, eight inches. Carl's never to be hard cock had to grow with this uncaring steel. The result, when we were done, was an eight inch cock, a useful tool indeed, with a very purple and swollen head, whose shaft was the diameter of a pinky.

We sat Carl in this special chair with a cutout bottom and tightly bound his arms and legs. I got up and rode his trapped cock - his cock that could not get hard and could not feel much pleasure, but which was long and stiff enough to give me plenty of fun. While I was doing this I allowed Gina the opportunity to play with Carl's balls which were hanging temptingly below the cutout chair bottom. Play with them with a riding crop. This is a wonderful configuration, impossible to achieve without the chastity pole - if you beat a guys balls while he is fucking you he will ordinarily go soft - but Carl's stiffy was pretty permanent, so Gina could flail away without risking him losing it.

Gina and Caroline and I spent the next few hours tormenting Carl. Doing things designed to get him aroused, watching as the flesh of his penis painfully tried to expand around the steel rings as blood tried to rush in where there was no room to rush. The more Carl was teased, the more painful it was for him to be beaten on his balls. The more he screamed and begged.

At one point we had Carl painfully bound with Caroline working on his swollen nuts. Caroline, my little old painslut who welcomed the opportunity to inflict excrutiation on another and who had become quite skillful in the art of pain due to her experiences of the last few years. While this was going on I was making sure that Gina was not getting any ideas from the little taste of dominance she was experiening vis-a-vis her hubby.

I got out a monstrous black strapon dildo/vibrator. I cuffed Gina and spread her legs wide with an adjustable spreader bar. Oh yeh, it was just sooooo fantastic to hear her scream as I forced the big bugger all the way up her asshole. Then I started to fuck her ass, brutally. I would draw the monstrous device almost completely out of her asshole and then bury it all the way inside her with all of my considerable strength in a single powerful stroke.

It was a close call who was screaming louder. Gina with her asshole being torn apart by my monstrous anal intruder, or Carl, with his balls being brutally beaten by Caroline. Scream and scream they both did. For quite some time. When I could extract not an ounce more pleasure from their pain, I called a halt. I removed all of their bondage except for their respective chastity devices and Gina's marvelous bondage boots. To equal the pain score, I placed tight clips on the swollen and empurpled head of Carls penis and warned him not to remove them without Gina's persmission. I allowed them to get dressed and then bade them make their separate ways home on foot. What happenned when they met at their own home, both hopelessly locked in their chastity devices, was their own business. In a couple of weeks I planned a little competition - the winner would get out of their chastity device for a few hours the loser would have to suffer for another few weeks. The winner was going to have all sorts of fun with the loser, don't you think?

[ Story continues in part II ]
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