There had been a time when Henry had been the most self-willed and difficult
of all the legal problems that she had had. Now he was just a doll who submitted
to her demands before they were even given voice. She had tricked him and bought
him from her acquaintance, Valerie when they had both cheated him of his trust
Crystal felt a surge of delicious dominance surge through her veins as she
opened the small door to the cellar and descended the steps in a slow cadence of
those little clicks as the heel touches the tile. She could feel a swelling in
the lips of her pussy as she contemplated her menu for tonight.
Red before green?
Black or perhaps white last of all?
Each colour was a separate room in her little private hell. Each room had a
different meaning. White, the colour of indoctrination, cleansing and mental
anguish. Red the colour of pain, raw and deep. Green the colour of service and
abasement. Black the hole where the slave waited without distraction. Immersed
in his own fears.
Devoid of all stimulus.
As Crystal slid the wine rack aside she wondered how she had managed to put
up with all that sexual molestation and unrequited passion in the days before
she had met Valerie. Valueless husband, octopus handed boyfriends, leering men
and self-willed males had all played their part in making the attractive Crystal
allergic to sexual contact.
Then she had met Valerie. Rich and demanding. Bitch and owner.
The woman with a girlfriend who was not only unwilling, but a chattel. A
woman who possessed people like others bought a car or a new television. She had
promised Crystal nights of sensation, nights of gratification and a swelling
thrill of owning another human being, fully, without compromise.
The metal door opened, a cell door, a prison door that led to a place where
Crystal was a goddess, a queen, a mistress and a deity that administered pain
and favour at her whim.
Slowly she walked down the tiled corridor.
As she went she could feel a sway come to her hips and a trickle of the juice
of her passion trickle to her stocking tops. She faced the four doors and
enjoyed their import…
Henry was behind Black.
Her slave was waiting in the dark. Surrounded by soft walls, chained to the
ceiling, ready for her attention.
As always, when she released him from Black, he was grateful for the contact.
The stimulus took the nightmare away and gave him a momentary contact that was
Tonight she looked so business-like. Heels, of course, but a long skirt that
concealed thighs and knees. A jacket that covered a blouse that laced tight to
hide those magic breasts. Hands covered in sparkling jewellery that had been
bought from the trust fund that she had stolen from him.
He bowed his head and awaited the most important decision of the night!
Green or Red?
It was so rare that she pulled him from his slumber to go into the scratchy
hell of White.
She led him to Red and his heart fell and the fear swelled in his breast. She
was going to punish him, or rather torture him tonight. She always had her most
violent climaxes when she made him suffer in Red. Green was more passionate and
White was an almost detached orgasm that left her thighs trembling for hours.
Then her hand reached out and she led him to Green.
He breathed again, his mistress was in search of pleasure-pure tonight, and
if he served as she willed he might get to sleep at the foot of, or even in her
wide bed tonight. Or maybe in the tight cage at her feet…
The room was touched by romantic and boudoir atmosphere. Pictures of
pre-Raphaelite women hung on the walls amidst lavish silken hangings. A huge
bed, a field of sexual glory, filled the room and velvet concealed the cupboards
where the toys that gave Crystal so much pleasure were housed. A dark green
carpet so thick that toes sunk into its luxurious surface swept from one wall to
the other. The only feature that was missing were any windows, the only
indicator that the room was deep underground and was part of the prison in which
Crystal kept her sexual slave.
Crystal turned to admire her creation, the man who served her lust
unwillingly, the slave who cringed at her touch, but could not but serve her
every debased and perverted need to dominate.
The collar that was the method, by which he was controlled, shone on his
naked flesh, the cage that confined his prick. They were his only adornment.
Crystal only allowed Henry to wear mechanisms of control and restriction.
“Wait,” she said.
The word hung in the quiet room like a symbol of her power as she decided
what route she was going to take to find gratification tonight.
As Henry stood in anticipation and fear, Crystal noted that the dread that
made her sex slut shake and tremble did not stop that prick of his straining in
its cage. Despite the knowledge that he would be used he could not help but pant
in hope that tonight she would allow him to garner some small pleasure.
The hood that she chose was black and tight. It covered his features with a
shiny, creaseless surface that reduced him to a doll like anonymity. Satisfied
that it looked perfect she admired the effect of the painted eyes that opened in
startled shock and the red lips that now begged to be kissed, used or abused.
Abused was best. As she chose more items from her collection she could feel the
In many ways this was one of the times that she enjoyed the most. The
preparation, the anticipation, the knowledge that it was she, Crystal who chose
the pain to inflict and the pleasure to receive.
Tonight Henry would be fucking her; tonight he would be on the brink of a
chasm as she fell into an abyss of gratification pure.
The dildo, hollow and covered with stipples and small holes allowed Henry to
breathe as she fitted it over his gaping ruby red lips. It merged into the mask
to become an obscene limb that poked from his smoothed features. As he breathed
she could hear the breath whistle through those breathing holes, but she
resisted the temptation to clasp her hand over them and make him suffer. Not
yet. Not yet! Crystal even owned her slave’s breath!
That was to come, but it would not be her hand that would choke him, but the
slick cunt that even now was yearning to be filled to the hilt. She led him to
the bed, the field of play and pushed him to fall, face up. The man with two
pricks lay and awaited his fate. One prick was caged and impotent the other
sprang, lewd and permanently erect from his face.
Crystal sighed with lust and expectation.
Something was missing! A frisson of resistance from her slave. He was so
passive, a tool for her use that had been broken and rendered less attractive by
its very passivity.
As she mounted the man who had become nothing more than an object, she
slipped aside her panties, slid up her skirt and lined up his black prick.
Slowly she sucked it in and was gratified to hear him struggle for breath as she
took her pleasure. The air shrilled through the holes as they were closed one by
one by her flesh. His chest laboured and his other cock lost its struggle to
become erect in its little cage.
As she felt the nubbin at the base of the dildo brush her clitoris she
climaxed. Crystal slid up and down on Henry’s face enjoying the physical
intrusion into her body. But, the mental joy of superiority over her sex toy was
gone in a single moment of realisation.
The best had faded.
Henry was, at last fully destroyed. The last vestiges of independent thought
had faded to be replaced by passive acceptance. Instinctively Crystal knew that
by creating the perfect sexual pleasure slave she had defeated her own purpose
and lost the excitement of all that fear that she had inspired in the young man
that she had spent the last year victimising.
Crystal had discovered a truth…
That it was the fear and anguish, the pain and resistance, the agony and
false hope that had given the high. Now, all that was left was a hollow shell of
Total compliance was no diversion for her.
Henry might as well have been made of plastic.
She needed fresh meat, a new start. Crystal went through the motions with
passion. She sucked one climax after the other from her doll. But that’s all it
was; going through the motions.
*** Lead Crystal.
‘You can have all the money you like, but it is the exercise of power and
domination that truly turns me on,’ thought Crystal as she sat at her desk and
flicked idly through one of the venture capital brochures that were sent by
investment funds that sought to get her to choose them. ‘That only works if my
victim and lover is compelled to serve!’
Henry was burned out, that was the problem!
She had put him back into the Black Room and left him there. There was no
point in using the White Room because he was no longer influenced by anything
that she could do.
He was beyond her reach!
Of course she could try to reawaken the fear, but she sensed that he had
retreated to a place where her power over him would never penetrate. In one
sense he had won the battle, in another sense, Crystal had overachieved her
She was bored.
It had been a week now since the revelation in the Green Room. Crystal had
fed and watered Henry, but she no longer wanted to use him. Now he was nothing
but a burden, a weight on her mind, a doubt in her heart.
With a sigh she laid down the glossy brochure and stared at the cover
pictures of vast houses in Hollywood that she had the opportunity to invest in.
‘I need a new project. A new slave. Something that is challenging,
stimulating and requires planning and cunning…’ she thought as her mind wandered
over various possibilities. ‘Excitement!’
It was clear now that she needed to dispose of Henry first. Then would come
the next step. The capture and enjoyment of new blood. Now there was an
interesting thought. ‘Was it a male or a female slave that she would own next?’
There was no way that Crystal was going to admit that she was addicted to sex
and dominance like a junkie on crack. She was just going to go to get her next
fix after throwing away the last needle used.
She reached for the speakerphone and had a word with Millicent:
“Take the rest of the day off! I have a private meeting to attend to in New
York. I will be flying back the day after tomorrow. So consider the time paid,
but you will be alone tomorrow so you will able to tidy up the office properly
ready for my return on Wednesday.”
Millicent popped her head around the door for a moment.
“Thanks Mrs Veryon, have a good trip.”
Crystal looked up and smiled.
Millicent so attractive!
*** Crystal Meth.
Millicent had her probation under her belt now and was proving to be a very
efficient secretary and helper. Of course she was well paid. It would have been
so beneath Crystal to have a cheap worker on the payroll!
As she drove home she wondered if tonight was the night to propose to Kenny
that they get married? The job was stable, Kenny had beaten his meth addiction,
the debts had been paid and the future looked rosy.
Crystal would have thought twice about giving Millicent the job had she known
about the seedy private life of the beautiful young woman!
But, Millicent was very guarded and kept all her problems from her employer
with great care. Never a word was allowed to slip about Kenny and his layabout
friends. The debts that followed in the wake of an addict almost drowned
Millicent, but the job from Crystal had saved her.
The car journey always took twenty five minutes and was a time when Millicent
could relax and chill in the car. Then when she got home the small battles would
begin with Kenny! Months ago it had been so much worse than now. Now, the
arguments were over details; before, they had almost come to blows so often that
Millicent had run away from Kenny.
As she pulled up at the small supermarket that they lived over, her heart
fell to see the dilapidated pickup of Jimmy, one of Kenny’s old mates from years
‘Shit, that’s all I need,’ she thought as she climbed the metal stairs to the
apartment. ‘Fucking Jimmy in my flat!’
Sure enough Kenny and Jimmy were slouched on the sofa with the television
blaring at full blast. Millicent took in the scene with disgust as she saw what
was showing on the screen.
Of the very crudest kind.
A tattooed woman who was being fucked at both ends by a pair of older men who
could barely maintain their hard-ons. She moaned in synthetic orgasm as a tumble
of electronic music slurred from the television.
“See how a real slut fucks,” was Jimmy’s greeting as he lifted a hand in
acknowledgement of her presence. “Skull fucking, always was my favourite, care
to give it a try?”
“I wouldn’t touch you with her cunt,” said Millicent in clipped tones as she
strode to the television and pulled the plug from the wall just as the ‘money
“I told you that Millie would get aggravated,” said Jimmy to Kenny. “Get rid
of the slut for the night and we’ll go and fuck some real women!”
Kenny started to laugh at Jimmy’s comment as though it was the funniest thing
he had heard.
“Millie is always angry and telling me what to do…” he said.
“You stupid cunt,” said Millicent in a high voice. “This wanker has got you
all stoked up on vodka and meth; and you tell me where to get off? I have a good
mind to leave you to rot here, you fucker!”
“So you don’t want a little fuck up the ass after all then?” said Jimmy.
Kenny was in tears of laughter.
“Millie does not fuck up the ass, she sucks and fucks, but I’m not allowed to
go there!” said Kenny in between coughing and laughing. “Millie ‘makes love’ she
Millicent stood nonplussed. On the drive here she had been dreaming romantic
dreams that now foundered on the rocks of reality. Kenny would never escape
morons like Jimmy who would suck him in and spit him out like the fuckwad that
he was. Vodka and angel dust…
She felt a single tear teeter in her eye before it broke free and trickled
down her cheek.
Jimmy struggled to his feet and made as if to hug Millicent. She stepped back
and pulled a face.
“The cute little bitch is crying, can I have her now?” he asked Kenny. “You
promised that I could have the little ho tonight and now she is trying to
“Don’t you dare touch me Jimmy, I’d rather cut your cock off with a rusty
knife than allow you to touch me!”
The phrase took far too long to say...
Kenny, high on meth, was behind her blocking her fast exit. His hand brushed
her shoulder and then took a fist full of her thin dress.
Jimmy closed in and cupped her breasts in his palm as Kenny tore the dress
off her back in one swift motion to leave her standing in bra and pants.
“nice tits, fucking tasty cow with big udders,” said Jimmy. “Like!”
Kenny started to laugh again. Everything that Jimmy said was funny to him in
the state that he was in. Suddenly he was Jimmy’s mate again. The world was set
to rights and Millicent was available for both of them, whether she liked it or
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