Cumbucket

With Betty his wife gone for the afternoon Larry is puttering in the back yard hose in hand watering the beds. Jim, his next door neighbor, shows up and says, “I know you think Betty is shopping this afternoon but I’m here to tell you that she is in my basement tied to an apparatus pleading for me to fuck her. She’s been like that for an hour. I haven’t and I won’t fuck her.”

Larry doesn’t know what this means, a stupid joke, what? “Betty is in your house?”

“In the basement. I’ve been playing with that loose body and tight ass for a couple of weeks now.” He checks Larry’s reaction and continues, “She ran into one of my slaves coming out from a session a while back. She had a few obvious marks on her and was still flying from the rush. So happy and excited she spilled everything to a curious Betty.” Jim stops to let this settle into his neighbor’s head. “I haven’t fucked her and I’m not planning to. I believe in marriage.” He reassures.

“I’m to believe you have Betty tied up in your basement?”

Jim hands him a pink cell phone. “Betty’s?”

Larry handles it and nods, “So what?”

“So she came to me a couple of days after that encounter dressed like a slut. You know, tight short skirt, heels, stockings and garter, her shirt unbuttoned and tied beneath her tits, makeup like a hooker. She looked hot, I tell ya, but I didn’t let her in the house, out on the porch I called her a whore and a cunt, laughed at her clumsy attempts at seduction, all out in public, midday. She was so turned on by the abuse that when I slammed the door in her face, I think she came. She keeps coming back.”

“So why are you telling me this?”

“Larry, your Betty is a natural submissive. A true treasure.”

“A submissive!? She’s been such bitch over the last couple of years. Nothing is good enough for her. Is that submissive?”

“She’s not getting what she needs. If you love her and want to fulfill her, follow me.”

In the basement turned dungeon there is Betty splayed on top and strapped down to gymnastic’s parallel bars. Face down, ankle and knee are belted on opposite bars, pussy split open available from behind. It glistens. Her elbows and wrists are also strapped to the bars, topless her tits hang. Her torso floating between the bars trembles with strain. She wears only black hose, a garter and red stripper high heeled shoes. She raises her head and smiles when Jim appears. The smile melts and her face turns bright red and eyes wide when she sees Larry following behind. Jim pulls a chair up and invites Larry to sit.

Jim moves between the bars and Betty’s restrained thighs and faces her glistening twat. Larry sits rapt and observing every detail without expression. Jim hauls off and slaps the presented ass causing a gasp from Betty. “This is one prime piece meat here Larry. And look at that soaking gash. She’s such a slut. Do you know she wants my schlong?” Then directed at Betty, “You do, don’t you, you little harlot? Tell your husband what you said to me a couple of minutes ago.”

A bit of lubricant plops out her vag. She looks at Larry in panic her face shines bright red. The red spreads down her back, she tries to buck but is restrained by the belts. Her gyrations cause the straps to cut into her flesh, the pain relieves the panic. Almost composed she says begrudgingly, “I said . . . that I wanted your dick in me.”

Jim places a hand on her buttock, leans crosses his feet like she’s a used car and says casually, “Skank, please, that’s not what you said.”

“Alright!” she gasps out. “Please Master . . . PLEASE . . . I’m begging . . . give me that rock hard dong . . . I’m your bitch . . . I’ll do whatever you want . . . I wannna choke on your cock . . . I’m your CUMBUCKET WHORE!!! . . . pleeeese,” she trails off into tears.

Larry removes his pants and moves to Betty’s whimpering face. His prick is erect inches from her mouth. She open’s up and sticks out her tongue, “Larry, baby, please, please.”

With a hand Larry raises Betty’s chin. She fights him not wanting to look in his eyes. He insists. Clown paint has melted showing splotches of random color. He briskly slaps her, whap! across the face. She complies. He grabs his shaft and begins stroking. He moves his hand back and forth picking up speed while glaring down with distain on her shame. Her demeaning excites him. It doesn’t take long and he is splattering his jizz all over her face.

He’s done with her and busies himself getting his pants on as Jim loosens buckles freeing her legs and arms. He hears her heels hit the ground and instructs, “Don’t touch that shit on your face ho. Remember who you are.”

Once loose she scampers to Larry squeezing him with shaky arms. Larry grabs the hair on top of her head and holds her out at arm’s length forcing her head to bow. “Welcome to your all new world of hurt, cumbucket.” Master Larry proclaims.

Keeping his grip and stiff arm Larry moves to Jim, shakes his hand. “Cumbucket, thank Master Jim for calling me.”

“Master Jim, you woke the internal tramp in me. I will always love and serve you.”

Jim spits at her, “this cumbucket has a lot to learn.” Then with a wink, “Master Larry please take control of your pet.”

He yanks her head around till her ass is presented to Jim. Jim obliges with a final heartfelt wallop. Larry knows that his paradigm has shifted. A whole new virgin landscape has been revealed. Unhesitant he steps into that landscape with penis erect.