The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 12 - What Happened To Tom?

I was watching Miss Spiteful’s face as it reflected the emotions that she was going through: shock, horror, anger and then curiously; love. She held out her hands and took a step forward but Sherry did not reciprocate. Her face darkened with anger as she almost spat her words out.

“Don’t come near me! I don’t want you to touch me; in fact I don’t even want to talk to you. You Bitch! You Whore!”

Miss Spiteful stopped as if she had been slapped in the face and then turned on her heel and stalked out of the room with Kurt’s laughter ringing in her ears. As she came past me, her face was drawn and pale and her eyes were glistening with tears. I found it hard to remember a time when I had seen her so upset.

After a minute or two, Kelly and I had recovered enough from our own shock to follow her out into the hall.

“I wish to speak to Sir Alan Forbes. Tell him that it is Kathi Boshaft calling. He will take the call.”

I could hear Miss Spiteful’s voice but I could not see her until the glass paneled door of the telephone booth swung open. As everyone who had to use it soon discovered; unless the door was closed firmly, the latch did not engage properly and your conversation could be overheard by anyone in the hall, on the staircase or on the balcony above.

Miss Spiteful was sitting on the stool inside, one hand grasping the receiver and holding her big black address book open on her knees with the other. When she saw us watching her, she let the book fall to the floor and, grabbing the handle, slammed the door shut with enough force to make the glass panes rattle. Kelly and I looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders before ascending the staircase in search of our bedroom.

I’ll just pause here to give you an idea of the layout of the upper storey. The Gallery and the Bedroom Corridor formed an inverted T with two large bedroom suites on the Gallery overlooking the entrance. Sir Geoffrey and Ashley used the one on the left while the one on the right was assigned to the two boys and three of the girls. It soon became clear that they would not be overcrowded since they were expected to make themselves available to any of the other guests who felt lonely at night. The corridor between them ran to the back of the house, where the two bathrooms were, and had five bedrooms on either side. Starting at the Gallery end, and facing each other, was Bradshaw and Lord Mayberry, Eva and Sherry opposite to Kurt, Waveney and Sarah across from Harman and Clarissa, Our door faced Miss Spiteful’s and the Wilmingtons and Tod Garrod had the two rooms at the far end. I could tell because, in addition to each bedroom door having a brass nameplate, little paper notices with the guests’ names were pinned to them.

Inside the Rochester Room, we quickly kicked off our shoes, stripped down to our undies and then inspected our surroundings. There was a big solid looking bed, a wardrobe with our clothes unpacked and already hanging up next to our costumes which had paper covers over them. A chest of drawers and a dressing table contained the rest of our clothes, Dom equipment and toiletries. Another door opened on to a small room with a hand basin and a WC which we both desperately needed to use. Finally the window opposite the bedroom door gave a view out over a big yard where I could see my car parked with several others.

We scrambled onto the bed and lit our cigarettes.

“Well, that was a turn up,” I said exhaling a plume of blue smoke. “Sherry must be Sugar’s daughter. Sapphire once let slip that Sugar was a mother but I never had the chance to pursue it any further. Did you know anything?”

Kelly was laying her side, propped up on one elbow, while she tapped her cigarette against the ashtray on the counterpane between us.

“Not really. Twice a year, Mistress gets a big airmail envelope from some lawyer in London. She’ll drink a bottle and cry herself to sleep after she’s read through it, but the papers have all been put away in the safe before I get to cover her up and put the light out. Occasionally, one of the photos on the wall will be replaced with a newer one. I know better than to ask any questions”

I nodded in agreement. One of Miss Spiteful’s inflexible rules was that you pried into her past and her private life at your peril.

“So, what was so wrong with me asking about Tom McGiver in the car?” I lay back on my pillow and blew a smoke ring at the ceiling.

”It’s all off”, Kelly shook her head sorrowfully. “About six weeks ago, Tom heard that he was going to get promoted to Captain and raced round to propose marriage. I tell you, I don’t know if it was him or I who was more surprised when she said yes. So, things are going ahead and we’re about to send you all invitations to the wedding next month when Tom told Mistress that she would have to stop being a Dom because it was not suitable for the wife of a New York Police Captain. I think that if he had asked nicely she would have given it up but, you know what she’s like if someone gives her an order”.

I grimaced and nodded for Kelly to continue.             

“There was one hell of a row, names were called, things were thrown; including the engagement ring, and that was the end of Tom. Mistress has been in an evil temper ever since. Now I think that she’s lonely and angry at herself for letting Tom get away. As I said, I think she was actually ready to retire but on her terms not any one else’s. I’ve never told you this before because she ordered me not to tell you or the others, especially you.” She smiled at me and I tried to look offended but I more interested to hear the rest of Kelly’s tale.

“By rights, I should have been admitted to the Sisterhood two years ago and I was thinking of setting up in Boston or Los Angeles but Mistress asked me to stay on, nominally as her slave, but really as a junior partner and taking over all of her business when she decided to give it up. So, I’ve been Mistress Snow for quite a while now and, as well as the clientele that I’ve built up, I also see most of her customers. She kept the important ones like Hoover, a Governor, some Senators and Congressmen, an Under Secretary and the Film Stars but we split the proceeds because the apartment and the dungeon is hers.”

She paused as I clapped my hands in delight and then leant across to kiss her. Our lips lingered in contact and our eyes asked each other the silent question. We quickly stubbed out our cigarettes and were wriggling our knickers down our legs as Kelly finished her story.

“That’s about it. Mistress has promised me an admission orgy in New York, early next year, but now I’m the one that’s not sure.” I finally kicked my knickers away and was unfastening my bra, but stopped and turned to frown at Kelly. “Why ever not? Don’t you want to be a genuine Mistress? Isn’t all you ever dreamed of?”

Kelly looked very sad. “No it’s not. I had another dream but I will not know until tomorrow how it going to end. After that, I will make my mind up.”

I waited for her to continue but her thoughts were miles away. I crawled over the bed towards her and she was reaching for my penis to draw it towards her open mouth when I stopped her.

“No Kelly. I need you to fuck me.” She raised her eyebrows and peered at the tears in the corner of my eyes.

“Have you heard from David?”

“I got an air mail letter from Gibraltar, when they put into refuel. He says that the ship loading was a shambles and he hopes that the first wave can secure and hold the beach head because it will be a blood bath if his Division has to make an opposed landing. We also had a private briefing for Officers Wives at the base yesterday. The convoy has arrived at Malta and is still due off Port Said next Friday. The bombing campaign against the Egyptian defenses and airfields is intensifying but they are moving more troops and tanks up to the target area. The airborne landings might have go in a day earlier than the seaborne assault to seize the key objectives. Oh, I don’t want David to die!”

I wailed in despair and Kelly reached up pulled me down so that she could wrap her arms around me.

“There, there,” She said soothingly “That big Scotsman is too stupid to get himself killed. He’s going to come home and he’s going to make love to you like this again.”

Kelly released me from her grasp and then gently turned me onto my side, so that I faced away from her. Her arms came around my body to hold my naked breasts; I felt hers, still nestling in the cups of her brassiere, push against my back, her hot breath and then her lips on my neck and shoulders and then the hard tip of her penis touching the sensitive rim of my anus. Her stockinged legs pressed against the backs of mine as she slowly thrust upwards and I gasped at the pain, exhaling as my sphincter muscles parted to admit her swollen shaft. I pushed back and sighed as, now fully inside me, Kelly began to move her hips backwards and forwards. There will always be pain in lovemaking like this but it is so exquisite and, as it spreads out over my body, makes every nerve tingle. Too soon, Kelly’s breath grew harsher, her thrusts quickened and the noise of our nylons rubbing together got louder. Kelly jerked, her finger nails dug into my breasts and I felt her semen splattering deep inside my colon. We both screamed in ecstasy but then her thrusts got slower and finally ceased. I felt the warm sticky liquid between the tops of my legs when Kelly gently withdrew her penis and rested it on the bare skin of my inside thigh, above the stocking top.

“Thank you, Kelly,” I whispered. “That was wonderful.”

I couldn’t catch what she murmured in reply and, within a few minutes, exhausted and emotionally drained, we were both fast asleep.  



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