Depraved Secret 2

My hand holding the memory stick hovered momentarily in front of the U.S.B port of the computer. Did I want to watch what it might contain? Could I bear to watch what it might conceal? To what depths of depravity would my wife have plummeted this time, if indeed it was what I feared it to be? Nevertheless, stomach churning, I steeled myself and inserted it.
The same room – this time though, only 1 chair. Same threadbare carpet, covered once again with a clear polythene sheet. To the back of the room though, a wooden table now stood. On it was some sort of glass bowl, cans of beer, an array of penis shaped dildoes of various sizes, a knife and what looked like a coiled up leather belt.
As I looked on, a rather amateurish title scrolled vertically up the screen,’ No way to Treat a Lady,’ it read! There followed the sound of feet scuffing over the polythene, presumably from behind the camera, and then a man appeared. Not the man Alex or indeed Chas, but someone else. He looked well over 6 feet tall and had short, but clearly grey, cropped hair. Like Alex before him, his stomach was huge and was clearly visible, hanging obscenely over the waistband of his black joggers. The white stained tee-shirt which barely covered his torso, revealed a pair of gorilla like arms, muscular and covered in thick hair. On his feet was a pair of worn white trainers. Only as he moved towards the chair, did his face become clearly visible. He looked considerably older than Alex and Chas. Grey stubble covered his weather beaten, wrinkled face and as he smiled at the camera his open mouth revealed a set of teeth, yellow and stained, presumably by years of smoking. What was most striking to me though, as I sat there watching, was how much he resembled Ellen’s father. It wasn’t him of course, but the similarity, at least facially, was unmistakeable!
He sat heavily down in the chair and after some mumbled speech from behind the camera he was seen to grin lasciviously at something to the left of the lens, his eyes taking on a rather menacing look.
‘What the fuck is this?’ questioned his gruff voice, again with a clear Scottish accent, ’Get yourself over here, now!’
Shoes shuffled on the polythene and, as before, a woman’s figure appeared with her back to the camera. Of course, I immediately knew – it was Ellen!
‘Stand in front of me and then turn to face the camera!’ he ordered.
She quickly complied which allowed me to see her more clearly. She looked absolutely stunning! An elegant white dress cut to about knee length and made of some silky, expensive looking material, covered her
slim, 30 year old body. It was fitted, accentuating both her hips and her gorgeous 36C breasts. The sleeves were long and its neck open, revealing Ellen’s slender shoulders. On her legs, white stockings, probably hold ups, as no lines were visible through the dress itself. On her feet were a pair of silver, open- toed, high heeled shoes.
Her hair was tied up and her dark mascara and burgundy lipstick were a perfect compliment to her amazing clear blue eyes – the woman I loved, preparing to submit herself to….well to what?
I wasn’t going to have to wait long to find out!
‘Well, doesn’t it look elegant? Just like a Lady! But you can’t be a Lady – not in these surroundings! So what are you here for?‘ he demanded.
‘Whatever Sir wants,’ was her rather nervous response.
‘I thought so….You’re no Lady at all are you? You’re nothing but a fuckin’ Slut! That’s what I’m gonna call you and that’s how I’m gonna treat you!’
And with that he took hold of her face in his huge right hand and spat a huge gob of saliva in her face. It hit her between the eyes and ran quickly down her nose before dangling obscenely from its tip.
‘You know, Slut? I’m a fucking brutal bastard. I love using bits of fuckin’ meat like you! I’m going to degrade you totally. If you don’t do exactly what I say immediately, I’ll hit you…hard – maybe with my hand or maybe with that belt there on the table. You got that, Slut?’ he shouted.
‘Yes, Sir I do!’ was her swift, almost breathless reply.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to see any more of this, but the fact that she appeared to be a more than willing participant in it all, enabled me to continue. The man in the film did indeed look hugely menacing. He towered over Ellen and there would certainly be nothing she could do to resist, even if she wanted to.
On the screen, Ellen’s tormenter began to speak again. ‘Get down on your hands and knees and start licking my shoes!’
My wife dropped immediately and, sideways on to the camera, she stooped her head and began to lick the toe of his left trainer. As the camera had revealed earlier, his trainers were worn and very dirty with laces frayed and stained through neglect.
‘Keep your slutty ass up! Now suck the laces! Take them in your mouth and fucking make it clear you’re enjoying it!’ he ordered.
Clear moans of appreciation came from my wife’s mouth.
Ellen continued licking his trainers, responding without hesitation to his various commands. At one point he lifted up his foot and demanded that she lick the sole, and she complied eagerly. The camera caught the lascivious grin on his face as he watched her.
‘You fuckin’ worthless piece of shit!’ he sneered, ‘Stop! Crawl over to the table and bring back that thick pink dildo.