PLAYING WITH YVETTE:
by Just Another Bloke
CHAPTER 3.
A stunning young bottle-blonde was collecting her photos when Yvette
slinked back into the shop an hour later. Her eyes darted around the
room nervously. She didn't know where to look, what to say or what to
do. It was obvious what decision she had come to. Her face was burning
with embarrassment and humiliation. Emotions I would enjoy making her
much more familiar with.
The young blonde was like so many women you see on the streets. She
had the short skirt and the tight top and the Bolle' sunglasses. I've got
shiny tiles on the floor on the customers side of the shop and I enjoyed
the view up her skirt as she walked out.
" It's a pity I haven't got pictures of her instead of you." I said to Yvette
while I looked at the blonde slut. Yvette's face burned a slightly darker
shade of shame.
" Go and wait for me in my office." Yvette couldn't bring herself to look at
me, or to say anything to me. She turned and looked at the dimly lit
corridor that led to my office, she hesitated for an instant, I could see the
fear in her eyes; and then, as if resigned to her fate, she slowly moved
away and disappeared into the darkness.
I looked back out the window at the blonde slut. She was standing in
front of the shop looking at her pictures again. She just couldn't wait for
another look at the 36 fuzzy, red-eyed, over-exposed pictures of her
boring little party with her boring little friends.
I put the " Closed " sign in the window and felt a growing sense of
excitement, among other things, as I walked into my office. Yvette was
standing in the middle of the room clutching her purse, her head spun
toward me. She looked so frightened, so vulnerable, I almost felt sorry
for the stupid bitch. I smiled at her as I sat behind my desk.
" If I do what you say, you'll give me all the photos, all the negatives?"
" Yes."
Yvette bit her bottom lip nervously as she considered my detailed
response.
" Five times ? I have to do what you want Five times and I get all..."
" Yes Yvette." I interrupted. We'd been through all this.
" How do I know I can trust you?"
" You don't."
Poor Yvette was so confused and embarrassed she looked almost
distraught. " You're going to do more than just spank me........?"
" Yes Yvette. Maybe we'll go on picnics and read poetry to each other." I
was tired of her stupid questions. " What do you want me to do to you
Yvette ?" This was one of the moments I'd enjoy the most. The initial
submission. Yvette took a deep breath, hesitated for a moment, and
staring at the floor said:
" I want you to spank me." Her voice was so soft I could barely hear her.
" You mean you want me to spank you're bare arse." I said forcefully,
much more forcefully than I had spoken to her so far. The way I spoke
startled her a bit. " Yes." She said louder this time.
" Ask nicely Yvette." She looked at me with whatever defiance she had
left and said:" I want you to spank me. Please spank my bare arse." Her
words were asking me to do it, but her face still showed how much she
hated the thought of it, how much she hated me. I just sat there looking
at her. She had that flustered look again.
" Please spank my bare arse."
" No." Yvette had that really dumb look on her face again. I'd given her
the script, now I wasn't following it, and Yvette didn't know how to
ad-lib in this situation. " I don't like your tone of voice, I don't like the look
on your face, and I don't like your attitude. I think I'll get more pleasure
out of seeing these pictures of you all over the place."
" I'm sorry." she whimpered. " I'll do better. Please...." I let her stew
about it for a while and then said: " Alright Yvette. I'll give you another
chance.
You know what to do, lift up your skirt, show me your cunt, and then
crawl over here begging me to spank your bare arse."
Her hands were shaking as she put her purse on the desk and started to
slowly lift her knee-length grey skirt. She had great legs, I could almost
see her cunt when she suddenly pulled her skirt back down again.
" No I can't. I can't do it. Please, I'll pay you for the photos just tell me
how much you want and I'll...."
" I don't want your money Yvette, you know what I want so stop fucking
me around." There it was, the: " I'll pay you for the photos just tell me
how much you want." bit. I knew that was her last shot. Once she'd
offered to pay me off I knew she had no more ideas left on how to get out
of it. I'd won, but I'd won too easily. Yvette was too easy. How quickly the
mask of respectability had been peeled back to reveal the slut that she
was.
What other people thought of her meant more to her than what she
thought of herself. She'd surrender her dignity to protect her 'reputation'.
" You dumb slut." I thought to myself as I watched her lift up her skirt
again, all the way this time, exposing her sex.
" You're like a fucking door-mat down there Yvette. I could wipe my feet
on that." Yvette did not respond well to my remark. Her hands quickly
covered her crotch. I could see the shame and humiliation on her face
and in her eyes, so I let her drown in it for a while and then, in a loud
voice I said: " Move your fucking hands Yvette, I want to look at your
cunt." And sure enough, she moved her hands away offering me a clear
view of her hairy mound.
"You've got a nice cunt in those photos Yvette. A nicely trimmed cunt. Do
something about all that hair down there before you visit me again. Now
get your slut arse around here."
Yvette's face was as red as her arse soon would be. There was no
defiance in her eyes anymore, just shame and humiliation. And she had
nothing to say about my comments regarding her cunt either.
She didn't say anything at all, she just walked slowly, nervously towards
me until she was standing beside me behind the desk. She hadn't
crawled over like she was suppose to, but I let her off this time, it was
our first date.
" Please spank my bare arse."
She smelt good and her body felt warm against mine as she lay across
my lap. I felt her grow tense as I caressed the cheeks of her arse. She's
got a nice arse. Nice shape to it; soft, smooth, no ugly birthmarks. I just
ran my hands over her skin and enjoyed the view and the feel of her for a
while.
Yvette was as stiff as my cock. Her muscles were tense, her head
hanging down toward the floor. I got the distinct impression Yvette wasn't
enjoying herself, and this was the easy part. I raised my hand and
smacked her hard on the left cheek of her arse and she let out a
delicious little yelp.
I watched as the red outline of my hand and fingers that had formed on
her skin quickly faded, then I hit her again. She swore loudly this time,
and then cried out as I gave both cheeks quick hard smacks.
I stopped spanking her and just enjoyed the pleasure of having her laying
across my lap as I caressed her red arse again. " Please stop." She
whimpered pathetically. She was crying softly, and talking more to
herself than me, but it would be the last time she asked me to stop.
She screamed out as I grabbed her hair and threw her off my lap onto
the floor. " Get out." I said coldly. Her face was flushed and her eyes red
from crying. She looked so pathetic, I loved it. " I'm sorry." She sobbed.
" Fuck you're easy." I thought to myself as I started throwing copies of
her dildo-photos around the room. It was a symbolic gesture on my part,
pretty deep really, but Yvette understood. If she left now her photos
would be scattered all over the place. Everywhere Yvette went she'd be
confronted with the photos of her shoving her big-red-dildo up her
big-hairy-cunt, her cunt lips stretched wide apart as she fucked herself
stupid with the lump of plastic.
The pathetic look on her face quickly became one of desperation;
desperation to do whatever it took to keep anyone from seeing those
photos. Like most women, her self-respect meant less to her than the
misplaced respect of others.
" I'm sorry......" She sobbed as she crawled over and draped herself
across my lap. " Please, spank my bare arse. Please....."
Poor Yvette would do whatever it took to keep her secret hidden. She'd
allow herself to be used, degraded, humiliated; whatever it took to
maintain her veneer of respectability in the eyes of others.
" You're a dumb slut Yvette." I thought to myself as I looked down at her
lying submissively across my lap, begging me to spank her arse, and
almost meaning it.
Who gives a fuck if people saw photos of her masturbating. She could
always deny it was her. It was just someone who looked a bit like her.
Easy. But no. Yvette, like most women, would rather take the slut option.
Pathetic really, and so fucking predictable. Give women half an excuse to
behave like cheap sluts and they'll do it every time.
I was more than a little disappointed that Yvette had taken the slut
option so quickly, but perhaps I was being too harsh. Perhaps she had
other reasons for not wanting those photos in the public domain? But it
was a moot point anyway. She had taken the slut option. She had
decided to submit herself to me, and that was all that really mattered.
As humiliated and degraded as she felt now, she would have felt even
worse if she knew I was bluffing about the photos. If she'd had the
courage to say 'no' to my demands, there would have been nothing to
gain for me by spreading the photos of her around. The Police may well
have acted in her best interests, it wouldn't have been worth the risk.
Yes, Yvette would most certainly be pretty upset to think she went
through all this for nothing. She'd probably never forgive herself. I'd
make a point of telling her I was bluffing all along when I was finished
with her.
She'd stopped crying for now and was just lying across my lap with her
arse in the air, waiting for me to spank her. " Don't do anything to
displease me again Yvette. Do you understand me?"
" Yes." She said meekly. " I understand."
I told her to listen to the sound of my hand slapping against her skin. I
felt her body stiffen as she waited for the blow to land. I held it back,
making her wait just a bit longer and then brought my hand down harder
than I had so far. Her head jolted up and she let out a low grunting noise.
" Did you hear the sound of my hand on your arse Yvette ?" I slapped
her hard again. " Do you like the sound of my hand smacking you on
your bare arse Yvette? Do you like the way it feels. ?"
She didn't answer, so I reached over and grabbed the metal ruler off my
desk and smacked her hard and fast moving from cheek to cheek. The
ruler hurt much more than my hand and she moved her arms behind her
trying to protect her tender little arse. I slapped her hard over her
knuckles and she pulled her hands away.
She screamed loudly and her body bucked wildly with each blow of the
cold metal ruler on her hot red arse." Do you want me to spank you with
my hand or with the ruler Yvette?"
" With your hand, do it with your hand...." I didn't like the tone of her
voice and I told her so and gave her four more smacks with the ruler.
" With your hand please. Spank me with your hand please." .
I made her hold the ruler as a reminder of how things can always be
worse and smacked her hard and fast until her arse was glowing a
rich dark red colour. She was sobbing like a child when I told her to pass
me the ruler, but the sobs turned to screams again as I gave her a few
slaps on the inside of her thighs. Then I just fondled her bare red arse for
a while.
" Go home, have a shower and get your red arse back here. You will wear
a long white dress, a nice lacy white garter, white stockings, and high
heeled white shoes. But No panties and No bra. Have you got that Yvette,
or do you need me to write it down for you ? "
" I know what you want !" She said curtly. I grabbed the ruler and hit her
across the cheeks of her red arse three or four times. She swore each
time the ruler struck her." Don't be a smart-arse Yvette, just be bare-
arsed. Do you understand?"
" Yes...I understand.....I'm sorry.........." Her breathless words quickly
gave way to more screaming. When I stopped hitting her the screams
became soft whimpering sounds.
" Do you understand what I require of you Yvette?"
" Yes." She said meekly.
I pushed her off my lap. I liked the way she looked on her knees on the
floor beside me, rubbing her tender red arse, sobbing like a little girl. Her
eyes were as red as her arse. " Can I go now ?" She asked softly.
"Yes, you can go." She dragged herself to her feet and staggered over to
where she'd left her purse. She kept her back turned to me as she
straightened her dress. Her face was flushed, her hair a mess, her body
smeared with perspiration. She looked like a woman who had just been
fucked stupid. " Can I go now ?" She asked again, her back still turned
to me.
" Yes but hurry back. I'm not a very patient man Yvette."
She looked up at the picture of her on the wall. " Will you take that down
please." I looked at the picture of her. " It looks like you're cumming in
that one Yvette. Were you having an orgasm when that photo was
taken?" I think she noticed that I hadn't answered her question. I
think she knew not to ask again too.
" Yes." She said in a voice that was little more than a whisper. Her eyes
had been drawn to mine. " Yes, I was having an orgasm when that was
taken."
" What sort of noises do you make when you cum Yvette?" I asked,
staring into her eyes. She was about to answer me when I said: " Don't
worry, I'll hear it for myself later." I smiled at her, but she didn't smile
back.
" From now on, you will call me Sir, do you understand?" She couldn't
stop herself from looking at me, it was a reflex response. A hint of
defiance appeared on her face again. " Do you understand Yvette?"
" Yes. Yes Sir." She replied softly.
" And what are you Yvette?" The hint of defiance on her face quickly
disappeared. She knew what she had to say, and she hated having to
say it.
" I'm a slut."
" Yes Yvette, you're a slut, that much is obvious. But whose slut are
you?" There was no hesitation this time, no defiance.
" I'm your slut Sir."
I smiled at her. " Come and get your receipt slut." She had that dumb
look on her face again, but the look on her face quickly changed when
she saw the Entertainment room for the first time.
She was surprisingly quiet and obedient as I instructed her to stand on
the platform so I could tattoo the mark on her arse. She bent over when I
told her to, lifter her skirt when I told her to, and never said a word the
whole time I was tattooing her arse.
I'd explained about the tattoo's, but she seemed distracted. I'm not sure
if it was the whipping posts, or the racks or the wheel or the other pieces
of equipment and devices. I could tell she hated being marked in this
way, hated me leaving my mark on her in this way, but she hated the
look of the room she was in, and what was in the room even more. I liked
Yvette when she was like this; I liked it when she shut up and did as she
was told.
Yvette's introduction to submission was complete. I told her to get her
slut arse off the platform. She asked again if she could leave now; but
she didn't ask properly.
" That's not how a slut asks for permission to do something Yvette!" I
said angrily.
" Can the slut go now please Sir?" I smiled at her, nodded my approval
and watched her flee the scene of her humiliation; the stinging of her
red arse a reminder of what I'd done to her, and an ominous warning of
what I was going to do to her.
I'd taken it easy on her this first time. But the intensity of what we did
together would increase exponentially with each visit. I would have
explained this to her, but I doubted the dumb slut knew what
'exponentially' meant.
I still didn't know whether Yvette had a partner and if so how she would
explain the marks on her body and the marks yet to be made on her
body, or how she would explain what she was up to; but that was
Yvette's problem. One of Yvette's problems.
I'd enjoyed playing with Yvette and I needed the services of a slut. It was
after 1.00, and I knew Kim would be hanging around the front of the
shop like a bitch on heat.
Kim's eyes had that look in them again when I opened the door. It's a
look that's hard to describe: Lust; Desperation; The look of a woman who
seems to be always on the brink of orgasm. I guess the best way of
describing it is the look of a slut.
" I've changed my mind." I said casually to Kim as I opened the door.
" I'm not in the mood for you." Kim's expression quickly changed.
" There must be something I can do for you. You know I'll do anything."
" Are you wet Kim?"
" Yes, my panties are soaked." She panted excitedly, that look returning
to her eyes.
" Show me." She smiled mischievously and looked up and down the
street. It was lunchtime, the streets were busy, people walking past,
lost in the monotony of their boring little lives.
The thing with women like Kim is they don't care what people think of
them. Kim should work as a whore, not a bank teller. Eventually, I was
sure she would.
She reached up under her skirt, slid her panties down her legs and held
them up for me. A guy strolling past tripped over his own feet, an elderly
woman waiting for a bus nearly lost her false teeth.
I looked at the panties Kim had been wearing and was now holding in
front of my face. Red silk and lace G-String panties. Yvette's panties.
Stained with both women's juices.
I took Kim into my office, bent her over my desk and fucked her up the
arse. I always wear a condom when I fuck Kim up the arse. You never
know where a woman like her has been, or what she's had up her arse.
She wasn't as tight as she used to be up there, wear and tear I guess.
But listening to her squeal as I fucked her made me feel good. I pulled
out when I was ready to cum. Kim quickly fell to her knees pulled off the
condom and swallowed every drop of my cum. I wiped my cock with her
hair and told her to leave. Kim hadn't cum, but that was never a
consideration for me. She'd get herself off in the toilet back at work.
Probably sucking on Yvette's panties while she finger-fucked herself.
