Heather the Churchy Cunt
^((Tom – English))
^((Heather – very English))
^((Tess – an American, abroad))
Tess and I had been seeing each other for a while. Things had been crazy from the start. We weren’t just lovesick idiots, we really were idiots. We were, and still are, throwing petrol on each other’s fire. After several months of playing wonderful, filthy, kinky games together Tess told me she wanted to take things deeper.
“Tarm?” She began and that was it, I was lost. She could be asking if I’d collect some shopping on the way home. Telling me she was making a cup of tea. Or explaining why she’d decapitated the 45th president of the United States. As soon as I hear “Tarm?” I fall into a reverie all my own. Tess told me she wanted to go deeper into submission. To submit further to my will. To experience a greater loss of control and increased humiliation. I think her exact words were “Tarm?”
“Yes, Tess.”
“You know I’ve always loved that fucked up shit. I want more. Please!” When it’s put so eloquently, what’s a chap to do?
I’d known Heather years ago. During our mid twenties we’d been fuck buddies, for about a year. I quite liked her, but outside of the bedroom she had zero interest in me. She wanted someone with money. Not just any money; old money. Status, a big old pile in the country and a flat in town. A portfolio of stocks, shares, and property. And she got it. At the same time she’d been banging the living daylights out of me, she was engaged to Clive Mountford-Bammington-Somethingorother. He was at Sandford, learning how to be an officer in the British Army. Then one day she announced “I’m not doing this anymore, Tom. I’m marrying Clive. Our clock’s run out, darling. So come on, once more, but this time with feeling.” She always was a cheeky cunt. Heather and Clive married shortly after. She ran the family home, made the estate profitable for the first time in three generations, and put a couple of boys through the best public schools in the country. All whilst Clive swanned around the world, rising through the ranks.
It was nearly twenty-five years later when I bumped into Heather again. I was in the café by the station, having a spot of lunch, when in she strolled. Clive, now Colonel Somethingorother, had retired from the army. He came home, admitted to having “Caught a quite incurable dose of homosexuality” and rushed off to Estonia to set up with a twenty something, go-go dancing, twink. As you might expect, Heather did rather well in the divorce. What she told me next caused me to snort tea halfway across the table. “A vicar! You’re married to a fucking vicar?”
“Excuse me miss, could we have a cloth, please? My friend here has had a slight accident. Yes, Tom, I married a vicar. And not only are we very happy together, he makes you look like a fucking choir boy.” For the second time in as many minutes, I sprayed tea across our table. “Excuse me, miss. My friend’s problem seems to have returned.” Heather’s husband had recently taken over the parish, and they were living at the vicarage.
Before I jump forward a few months and get back to Tess and her story, I ought to explain Tess fucking hates Heather. It’s pathological. She worked out something had gone on between Heather and me. Now the mere mention of her name causes Tess to start growelling and muttering under her breath about “That fucking bitch. The churchy cunt!” I often say I’m possessive, but not jealous. Tess has two feet firmly planted in the jealousy camp. To tell you the truth, I quite like it and I’ve done absolutely nothing to dissuade her from such behaviour. The fact that she’s ready to stab any woman who so much as looks at me is pretty hot.
I spent some time coming up with an idea for Tess. She likes to have her position as an inferior being strongly reinforced. There’s several recurring themes which run through her fetid mind. One is being so low down, the pack leader makes many overwhelming demands on her, just to allow her to stick around. This, in her mind, raises her marginally above being shunned by the pack, but only just. As pack leader, you can understand why I think she’s such a wonderful creature, and appreciate her accordingly. Just don’t tell her I said so.
A week later and everything was set. I’d been over to the vicarage and explained my plan to Heather. She asked me to run it past her husband and ask him to agree. “If he agrees, I’m in.” That was a first for me. Asking a member of the clergy if I could borrow his Mrs, to run a mindfuck on mine.
– No, no touching of any kind.
– Yes, Heather will be dressed at all times.
– Probably only about fifteen minutes, certainly no more than thirty.
– Tea please, dash of milk, no sugar.
The Reverend Richard “Dicky” Dayes turned out to be a very, nice chap indeed. We spent more time talking about the coming cricket season than anything else.
Let’s cut to the chase. It’s Friday evening. Tess has no idea what’s ahead of her. She’ll suspect something is up, as I’ve asked her to see if she can get out of work a little early and come straight over to my place. When Tess spots Heather sitting at the kitchen table she stops in her tracks. She looks at me and those gorgeous blue eyes appear ready to melt steel beams. She’s mouthing something at me. “…… cunt …… …… kitchen.”
Heather breaks the ice, “Tess, hello darling. How are you?” Poor Tess, she’s barely controlling the urge to start looking for something to smash this churchy cunt round the back of the head with. “What? Yes, I mean, no. What? What the f- . . . . why are you? . . . . here?” I’m starting to think this might have been a bad idea. Take a breath. Take control. Before this spirals away from us. I fix my voice. Firm, controlled, a little curt. I’m not smiling anymore. It’s all business. “Tess, come here!” She knows exactly what that means. She can’t know what’s going to happen, but she knows something is about to. She stands in front of me. I take both her hands in one of mine, and with the other I lift her chin so she’s looking up at me.
Tess is such a sexy little pixie. She’s almost a full foot shorter than I am. To look in her eyes tells me so much about how she’s feeling. I probably should have mentioned how very submissive she is. That doesn’t mean she’s ready to fall over and do whatever is demanded of her. But it does mean she’ll work hard, to try and get past any barriers she has, to do what I ask. And that’s what she means by doing “more of that fucked up shit”. I lower my voice, I’m giving her direction. I don’t need to be so gruff, or sharp. Quiter, with a little bit of stern. We’ve been doing this long enough that she knows to listen. “Tess, I want you to look at me. Don’t worry about anything else. Just keep looking at me.” She takes a breath, and shuts her eyes. That’s ok, I know this tune. We’ve played it a thousand times, and we’ll play it a thousand more. She’s readying herself. I let go of her chin and hold both her hands in mine. A moment later she opens her eyes, and almost imperceptibly nods at me. Now I can drop the sternness from my voice altogether. Pleasantly spoken commands and directions achieve so much more than some sort of pseudo bullying ever could. Praise, instead of threats. “Good girl. Now then, right now, I just want you to focus on me. Ok?”
“Yes, Tarm.” Oh, that voice. One day I’ll tell you the story of why her voice does what it does. But today isn’t that day. “First off, Tess. I want you to welcome our guest.” I feel her tense slightly, her arms pulling away. I make some soft gentle shushing noises and ask her again, encouraging. “Hi Heather. How are you? So nice to see you.”
“Thank you, Tess. How are you? It’s going to be lovely to see you.”
Tess widens her eyes at me, questioning. She knows something is up. I explain “Tess, in a moment you’re going to undress, for me.” She drops her eyes, looking down, away to her right. I know she’s processing, but I want to see. I stop. Firmer now, but only just “Look at me. I want to see you.” She knows what I’m looking for. Hurt. Betrayal. Fear. Trust. Excitement. It’s all there. I start again with a soft voice. “In a moment you’re going to undress. You’re going to stand and we are going to talk. I want you to keep your head down unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?” This last is always said more firmly. It underpins the instruction.
“Yes, Tarm. I understand”
“Good girl, tell me what you’re going to do.”
“I’m going to stand naked, and look downwards.”
“Yes. Good. And I don’t want you to speak. I’m taking your voice away from you. You understand?” She blinks slowly as she nods. “Good. You don’t speak again until I tell you. Either Heather or I may give you a command. You follow my voice and ignore everything else. If I want you to carry out Heather’s request, I’ll repeat it to you. Is there anything you’re unsure about?” She shakes her head. I pull her close to me. Kiss her and hold her. She knows what to do and what’s expected of her. She appears very self-aware as she undresses.
““I have to say Tom, you’ve really chosen very well. For a girl of her age, she’s really quite acceptable.”
“You don’t know the half of it. Tess, is the most disgusting little beast I’ve ever had the fortune to stumble across.” I try hard remove the emotion from my voice “Tess, I want you to squat for us, please lovely girl. Keep your knees spread nice and wide. We want to be able to see you properly.” I turn back to Heather. “Pour me a glass of wine, will you? I can tell you right now she’s hating every second of this. She hates me for making her do it. She especially hates you. Mainly for breathing, but -”
“Me? What the fuck have I done?”
“Something in about 1995, never mind, it’s a long story. She especially hates that she’s being subjected to this whilst you’re here. In her mind everyone is below me and superior to her. So long as I allow it, she’ll take instructions from anyone. It’s just the way she’s built. Watch this, despite hating every single second, I’ll bet she’s as wet as an otter’s knitting bag.”
Heather laughed, “She’s very pretty down there. Really quite petite. Kids?”
“Two, both delivered via c-section.”
“Too posh to push, you lucky sod!”
“Sweetie, I want you to reach down and slide two fingers inside yourself.” She let out a slight grunt as her fingers slid easily inside. “Good girl, now hold them up so we can see how filthy your mind is.” Her fingers were slick. Grooly, sticky, delightful.
“God, you’re disgusting, Tess. Look at me.” She met my gaze. “What are you?” Tess, looked at me, imploring. She knows she’s supposed to answer that question. She also knows I’ve taken her voice away, forbidding her to speak. So now she has quite the quandary. Her eyes are soft, looking for some direction. I’m enjoying teasing her this way, especially in front of our guest. “It’s ok, lovely girl. You can tell me later. Now, look back at the floor and lick your fingers clean for me.” I turned back to Heather. “She needs this. Can barely function without it. She needs to be reminded, almost daily, of what her true status is in life. Let her go a day too long without it and she forgets how to function. Anything you’d like to tell her to do?”
“Is there any point?”
“No, but it could be fun anyway.”
“Tess, I’d like to see your tits properly,” Heather was sounding rather like an overly officious School Ma’am. “I want you to kneel, and put your hands on your head.” Tess didn’t move. “Good girl,” I said “Kneel for Heather, Tess, and put your hands on your head.”
“What was the point of that?” Heather demanded.
“If I wanted I could tell Tess to complete your commands, and she would. No question. She’s a very good obedient girl, and she’ll do what I want, because I want it. Right now, me telling her she’s doing it for you is enough. Another day, who knows?”
“Another day, Tom? You’d have to ask Richard about that.”
“Way ahead of you, Heather. Way ahead.” I winked at her, knowing Tess is listening and watching. I’ve no doubt she’ll have questions later and probably want to know why I was winking at that “Fucking bitch?!?” I’m enjoying this.
“Stand up Tess.” Just enough direction in my voice so she knows it’s not a request. “Turn around, and spread your legs wide. Good girl. Now bend forward and spread yourself for me.” I beckon Heather over and point to Tess’s exposed pussy.
“She’s dripping, Tom. What a dirty little bitch. Nice little snatch, by the way. Mmmmm. Can she suck a cock?”
“Like her life depends on it. She’s another one who lives to have a cock in her mouth. My cock in her mouth. She’s not allowed to play with anyone else. My rules. In her words she’d fuck whatever was put in front of her. But that’s not how I play. She’s mine, I’m hers.”
“Richard is exactly the fucking same. Sometimes he lets me play with a girlfriend of mine but I hate to think what would happen if,” she paused, “To be honest he’s all I need.”
I ran a finger along Tess’ cunt. She twitched. “Stand up for me lovely girl. Turn around this way. Open your legs. Good girl. I’m really very happy with you right now. In a moment Heather will be going. I’m not going to give you your voice back until after Heather has left. You’ll have to thank her another day.” I wander over to my glass of wine “Is there anything you want to add before you go?” Heather is standing directly in front of Tess. I notice she has her hand between Tess’ legs. Tess has her eyes cast down and to the side. She breathing heavily, her body moving rhythmically. “Heather,” my voice is quite curt now “I assured Dicky there’d be no touching!”
Heather speaks gently “I know, Tom. Don’t worry I’ll tell him it was my choice to break his rule, and accept whatever punishment he chooses to give me. I just couldn’t leave without saying a proper goodbye to this gorgeous girl.” With that she took her hand from between Tess’ legs, touched a wet finger on Tess’ lips and followed immediately with the briefest of kisses “Bye, Tess. Hope I get to see you again. Bye, Tom. Much fun!” She showed herself out.
As the door clicked shut I told Tess “It’s OK, you can speak now.” She almost seemed to collapse. It’s was as if she’d been holding her breath all this time. “Oh, Tarm. What the fuck was that? Thank you, that was just so. . . Oh my god, I thought you were going to make me fuck her. I just didn’t know what to think. That was so hot, Tarm, I just -”
“No, no touching. Or at least there shouldn’t have been. I’ll have to speak with Dicky about that and apologise. Anyway sweetie, right now I’ve got a job for you.” I took Tess by the hand and lead her upstairs.
“Tarm?”
“Yes, Tess.”
“Two things. You told Heather ‘another day’?”
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