The QTip Punishment

Chapter One-3

Jenett turned to her and said, “I just knew from your e-mails that I was going to like you a lot. I know you are going to have a spectacular time here this week. One more important thing I need to tell you about and that is our escorts. We have slaves here who are sort of super slaves. They are slaves who have a smidgen more status in order to be able to cater to your special needs. Let me be blunt here, they are exceptionally well endowed and are for your use to satisfy that itch that might come on you to have a really large p***s pounding you into the mattress. They are all well educated and very well bred. They are the consummate male companions.”

“Well endowed?” Emma’s mind echoed. “Sounds interesting.”

“I have assigned slave Greg to you starting tomorrow,” she purred, “he is quite…well you can find out for yourself but trust me he is worth experiencing.”

Emma felt a twinge that she couldn’t explain. Arthur just felt jealous.

“Of course,” she added, “he is a slave, which means that he wears a c**k cage but, I will give you the key and instructions tomorrow. Thanks again for coming. We are going to have so much fun this week.”

When Emma and Arthur finally reached the room that night, the last goodnights said and the door was closed, Emma turned on Arthur with venom in her voice and a ruthless look in her eye.

“What the f**k did you think you were doing, Arthur!” she bellowed. “I almost looked like an i***t tonight, why didn’t you tell me that you had been talking to Jenett as if you were me? Why didn’t you tell me about the q-tip and all the other things that you made up in your fantasy f*****g dream world?”

“I’m sorry, Emma, I just didn’t think I guess, I thought this was just a game and it wasn’t important.”

“Get in the cage, Arthur,” she said angrily.

“But, Emma…”

“Get in the f*****g cage, ‘faggot’, or I will summon help to put you there,” she said with a seriously no-nonsense tone in her voice.

Arthur crawled meekly into the cage after which Emma slammed the door behind him, retrieved a lock from the closet and padlocked it shut.

“You are there until morning, Arthur,” Emma stated in a controlled voice, “by which time you had better hope I have calmed down.”

“But, Emma, what about us making love tonight, what about the key to this thing on my d**k,” Arthur whined plaintively.

“What about the key?” Emma repeated incredulously. “What about the key? I’ll show you what about the key.”

Throwing the door to the room open wide she pressed the summons button and was rewarded in an eye-blink with a kneeling male servant.

“Slave,” she asked sweetly, “can you fetch the key to my slave’s chastity belt?”

“Oh, Miss Emma, please don’t be angry but I can’t. I’m sorry, Miss Emma, I can’t,” stammered the poor hapless man.

“Why not?” snapped Emma.

“Those keys are never permitted inside the compound except in the dungeon rooms, Miss Emma. They are kept locked in the entry house and only Miss Hilda has access to them,” he croaked.

“You may go,” said Emma slamming the door.

She turned and looked down on her husband with flint in her eyes.

“It’s your lucky day, Arthur,” said Emma with a steely tone in her voice, “because if I could have gotten my hands on that key I would have destroyed it, you stupid stupid man.”

Arthur was dumbstruck. Destroy the key?

“All right, Arthur,” she snarled, “we are going to spend the next two hours with me asking questions and you answering, and if I don’t ask the right ones you had better volunteer the questions as well as the answers. I want to know everything about the e-mails you sent, the brainless proposals you made and the depraved punishments that you invented that I supposedly inflicted on you like the q-tip and the cucumber.”