Deadlier Than The Male

Chapter Seven

She pushed Pat upstairs and into her bedroom.

“Lie down.” She ordered and Pat lay on the bed; Jo looped a five feet chain round the headboard and clipped it to the ring on the front of Pat's steel collar.

“I've hidden the key so don't get any ideas. Now I'll remove the vibrator, you must be pretty wet down there.” Pat nodded vigorously as Jo unzipped her crotch and slowly remover the vibrator, which was still humming and was covered with Pat's juices. Pat groaned with relief and Jo wiped her with a towel. Jo smiled.

“Pretty wet down there, you must have had quite a time.” Pat nodded as Jo zipped her up.

“Now I'm going to release your wrists and ankles, you're not going anywhere and I don't want you to have any circulation problems. She did so and Pat rubbed her hands over the steel covered wrists. She grunted a thank you and pointed to her helmet, mmmffing a question.

“Oh, all right, better that you not suffocate, I suppose.” She said dryly and slowly deflated the helmet and then the gag. Pat pulled it off slowly; her hair was damp and matted to her skull. She moved her chin around and took in a large gulp of air.

“Here, dry your face, you have sweat and saliva all over it, and yes, you may talk, but be careful what you say.”

“Thanks, that was quite a ride that vibrator gave me….and the paddling, I'll have bruises for days.” She didn't seem to hold a grudge, quite the opposite, almost crediting Jo with a job well done. She looked at Jo, with a sly smile.

“By the way, you look fabulous in that leotard, just edible.”

“Really? Well thanks, but don't overdo the flattery, I've got two more days to get my revenge.”

“Seems fair.” Pat said, wryly considering the consequences of her behaviour.

“Time for sleep, and no silly games from you, you will need all your resources for tomorrow.” Pat thought, what did she mean by that? Does she expect me to make a lunge? Well, that's a thought.

In the dark, and now warm under the sheets, Pat began a plan of action. Maybe Jo was still a little naïve, although she had done some serious catching up over the last few hours! Still, she'd be happy to educate her.

Pat lay in the dim light, wonderfully warm and damp in her suit, and well relaxed after being pleasured by the vibrator so many times. She listened to Jo's measured breathing; Pat thought she looked so good in her transparent leotard and the accentuated pussy lips. Pat had worn it and found it highly arousing. She still felt so horny, and glanced across at the sleeping figure of Jo, lying to her left. Well, in for a penny, Pat thought. I'm going to be punished anyway, why not have some fun on the way.

She slipped her arm under Jo's sleeping form, her left hand firmly gripped Jo's left wrist and she gently pulled Jo's left arm under Jo's body. Jo mumbled but stayed asleep. Pat now eased herself to Jo's right side and snuggled her rubber masked face up to Jo's. Jo's right arm was now trapped under the right side of her body and her left arm was pulled behind and under her, and held firmly by Pat. Jo woke.

“What the….”

“Shush, Jo. Look, you're going to give me a good beating, and more, tomorrow, so I thought, well, does it make any difference what I do now? No, so I thought we could have some fun.”

“Let me go, God, you're going to be in for it tomorrow.” And she realised Pat was right, if she was going to give her hell in the next two days, then Pat had nothing to lose! But she continued to wriggle, bemoaning the fact that she didn't keep Pat tied up properly.

Pat ignored her protests, and kissed her on the cheek, Jo tried to wriggle away but Pat held firmly onto her wrist and Pat's weight on Jo's right side meant she could only move her left leg. Then Pat laid her right leg over her and firmly placed her thigh between Jo's legs and rubbed the false rubber pussy lips. Pat continued to kiss Jo, on the lips, on her ear and on her neck, jo tried to turn her head away.

“No, I'm not a lesbian…and neither are you, so what the hell are you doing?”

Pat giggled in the dark and nibbled Jo's ear.

“Just a little fun, no guilt, remember?” She breathed in Jo's aroma, sweat and rubber.

“Just relax, close your eyes and relax, let me do what I do best.” She whispered in Jo's ear.

“No, I'm not a lesbian, but so what; can't we just have some pleasure here? Well, I'm going to anyway, just feel free to join in when you are ready.” She giggled and massaged Jo's breast with her right hand, which was free to do with as he wished! She rubbed her thigh against Jo's pussy and rolled her exposed nipple between her gloved finger and thumb. Jo mumbled, no, no, but it was now a whisper, she tried to avert her face from Pat's attentions but Pat moved on top of her more.

Pat now kissed her nipple and rolled it between her teeth, then moved her hand to Jo's crotch and slid a finger between the fake lips and up and down Jo's labia. She continued for a minute or so, moving from one zone to the other, and now there was no resistance from Jo. She began to say, no, but her mouth opened and she responded with a gentle kiss on Pat's rubber cheek and then her forehead and then her lips. Pat continued to hold her left wrist in a firm grip but the squirming from Jo was not through resistance but arousal.

Pat stroked her cheek and kissed her eyelids gently and then moved her hand down to her rubber encased crotch again, this time easing two and then three fingers past the narrow entrance. Jo no longer tried to squeeze her thighs together, but Pat was pleased to feel her legs part.

“No, no, no, fu, fu, jeez.” Panted Jo as Pat licked her left nipple, gently rolling it between her teeth, while her gloved finger and thumb pressed and rubbed her clit.

“God, you'll pay for this, aaahhhh.” Passion and guilt were now mixed as one, as Jo groaned under Pat's teasing. And passion was going to win. After another five minutes of Pat's expert assault, Jo began to shudder, and with a series of grunts and pants yielded to her. Pat held her for a minute and then kissed her gently.

“There now, that wasn't too bad was it?” She chuckled and released Jo's wrist. Jo was now on her back, breathing hard and with her arms outstretched. Pat could make her outline in the dim light. This gave Pat another idea! In a flash Pat was sitting on her chest, her knees firmly holding down Jo's arms. Again Jo couldn't move, only her legs twisted but to no avail. Jo stared up at Pat's rubber covered crotch, only inches from her face.

Jo found this submissive, powerless position quite uncomfortable, she much preferred thrashing Pat, but she couldn't move. Pat stared down at her, her eyes gleaming at her behind the tight black mask, white teeth smiling. She leaned over to the bedside table and withdrew a contraption of straps in reinforced black rubber. Calmly she showed it to Jo.

“I satisfied you Jo, it's only fair that you should give me some pleasure, don't you think, now open your mouth.” Jo shook her head, keeping her mouth closed but Pat just pinched her nostrils and waited, smiling coolly. Jo relented.

“No, no way, argghh arrggg mmmfff.” Pat, in a nonchalant and practiced move, stuffed a thick rubber plug into Jo's mouth. Jo grunted and twisted but the plug had a ridge at the base and Pat pushed on unerringly until Jo's teeth slotted into the ridge. Jo thought she would gag on the thick pungent rubber as Pat expertly slipped the rubber straps either side of her nose and over her head, pulling them tight like a gas mask strap. The gag was now well embedded in Jo's protesting mouth, with a thick curved base plate covering her from her nose to under her chin. She tried to breathe slowly through her nose, her mouth was so plugged. And in the dim light she stared down at the gag, and saw sticking out from the plate a thick five inch black rubber dildo. Pat looked down at her, very satisfied with herself.

“There we are, nicely mute, rubbered up, nipples nice and firm, pussy nice and wet, well gagged and all ready to satisfy me.” Pat moved her hand to her crotch and lowered the zip. Jo mmmffed into the gag and shook her head, the dildo flapping obscenely, as she saw Pat's vulva peek out from behind the zipper. Pat was already very wet from the attentions of the vibrator.

She rose on her knees, still trapping Jo's arms. She firmly gripped the dildo, stopping Jo's shaking head and with a low moan aimed it at her pussy, then slowly began to sink down on it. All Jo could see was the black rubber covered body descending on her face, the wet shaved pussy eagerly eating the dildo. She couldn't believe this, Pat was the one chained to the bed by her collar and chain, yet she was the prisoner – she was powerless as Pat began to head fuck her. Jo smelt Pat's sweet juices and the warm rubber as Pat sank onto her face. She groaned and mmmffed and thought she would suffocate or even drown in the warm wetness of Pat's crotch but then she raised herself.

“Here Jo,” she chuckled, “you have to do some work here!” she cradled Jo's head between her hands and then raised and lowered it, rhythmically pushing and pulling the dildo in and out of her. Jo could do nothing as she became nothing less than an extension of a dildo! She tried to relax as Pat abused her, breathing in slowly Pat's aroma mixed with rubber, and gripping the plug gag firmly with her teeth.

Pat's juices now smeared the lower part of her face, she groaned quietly as Pat, now in another world came, at least three times before resting on the rubber penis. Jo groaned into the gag, almost suffocating, as Pat stared down at her, gently placed her gloved hand on her forehead and raised herself from the plug.

“Thank you, that was great.” She unstrapped the dildo from Jo's head, withdrawing the plug from her mouth, saliva dripping from it. Jo was about to give her an earful, when Pat, with a smile, said.

“Your turn.” And she pushed the dripping gag into her mouth, pulling the straps firmly behind her head. She rolled of Jo and lying on her back looked at her through her mask. Part of Jo wanted to thrash this woman red raw, but then she could do that later. The sight of Pat's shiny black body, corseted and masked and with the shiny wet dildo sticking up was strangely inviting. Only Pat's eyes were visible, well her wet pussy as well; she mmmfffed and pointed to the dildo, nodding.

Jo couldn't believe it, just who was the boss here? But something inside her said, well, why not? She nodded back at Pat, who laid her arms out to her sides. Jo stepped over Pat and pinioned her arms with her calves. Now this is the scene she preferred! She looked back at Pat's submissive form, in tight black suit, corset and metal collar, cuffs and belt. Pat's eyes sparkled in anticipation, and the dildo still glistened with Pat's own juices.

Jo tentatively stretched the rubber lips of her suit sideways and found her own lips. She lowered herself until the dildo pressed onto her lips, and then sank very slowly, exhaling in spurts as it entered her. It was larger than tom was, and she took pleasure at the unfamiliar length and girth. She sank onto Pat's face and, as Pat had done before, raised and lowered herself in a steady rhythm. Pat seemed to take pleasure in this too, and mmmed into the gag, her eyes staring up at Jo.

Jo pinched her nipples, hard now, and was surprised at her own capacity for pain mixed with pleasure. She leant back and pressed her fingers into Pat's vulva and rubbed her clit. Pat moaned with pleasure. After only about three minutes of this Jo came, shaking and shuddering and Pat laughed into her gag.

Jo rather resented this, thinking Pat believed herself in control, and Jo suddenly had an idea. She didn't know whether she would relish but it was worth a try and over the last few hours she had surprised herself with her boldness and how much she was delighting in this exposure to new experiences. She smiled wickedly as she raised herself from the wet dildo, and with her right hand undid the studs of the rubber covering over her anal passage. Then she moved forward a couple of inches, making sure that Pat was still well pinioned, and felt the glistening intruder at her sphincter. Pat could see what was going on and was not quite so compliant, and she began to wriggle but Jo held her shoulders immobile while her lower body and legs squirmed uselessly.

Jo steadily lowered herself onto the dildo, her own juices providing ample lubrication. Despite its size, to Jo's surprise it slid in without much resistance. Jo felt a huge sense of fullness, but she quite liked the sensation. She lowered herself to the hilt, with a final exhalation of air. Then looking down at Pat's alarmed eyes she parted the rubber lips of the leotard and engulfed Pat's nasal area!

Pat began to struggle, which pleased Jo all the more. Clearly Pat could not breathe - her mouth was squashed by Jo's arse and her nose by the rubber pussy lips and Jo's own pussy behind. Pat couldn't believe it, her gagged mouth resting between Jo's cheeks and her nose assaulted by the aroma of the rubber lips and Jo's own juices. She was suffocating, she stared in alarm up at Jo and moaned. Jo looked down with a benign expression and stroked Pat's head.

She waited twenty seconds and then raised herself allowing Pat air, or at least air heavily tainted with rubber and her own aroma. Then she lowered herself for twenty more seconds. This went on for five minutes as Jo got used to the large intruder in her back passage and Pat got used to breathing in the heady smells around her face. Finally Jo looked down and said.

“Had enough, mmm? Blink twice for yes.” Pat blinked twice immediately and Jo giggled as she raised herself up. Pat, her mask covered in Jo's secretions, made to move the dildo gag, but Jo commanded.

“Leave that on. Don't mess with me now Pat, you've seen what I'm capable of, anyway I may need to use you again during the night.” She replaced the rubber covering over her rear, pushing in the four studs.

“Well thank you Pat, I liked that, and you've given me so many ideas for tomorrow.” She ran her tongue over her lips, leant over Pat and pecked her gently on the forehead, as Pat groaned in her gag. Then she turned over and without a word went to sleep.

Pat lay awake awhile, chomping on the gag. She was practiced at having a gag in her mouth and although perhaps she should have been, she was not concerned in having it in for an extended period of time. She wondered what was in store for her tomorrow. She was now perhaps a little worried, Jo was becoming a really tough domina, but then part of her was also quite excited at the idea.

She rolled onto her side and could feel Jo's warm body next to hers. She moved quietly towards her, making spoons with their bodies. She slipped her arm under Jo's elbow and placed it over her breast, then rolled Jo's exposed nipple between her finger and thumb. Jo, in semi slumber, moaned and Pat was not sure if Jo who knew her company was for then she turned over and faced her in the darkness. Pat in turn rolled onto her back; the cock gag sticking out of her mouth was really in the way for full frontal action. This allowed Jo to snuggle her head in the crook of Pat's neck and move her hand to pat's exposed vulva which she then rubbed affectionately. Pat did not know if Jo was half asleep and these was some sort of unconscious effort or whether she knew exactly what she was doing! Pat didn't really dare for she took Jo in her arms, one around her head and shoulders and the other resting on her buttocks and drifted off to a dreamless sleep, Jo like a child, unmoving in her arms.