Excerpt taken from the unfinished novel 'Male Frenzy' NOTE: This excerpt is written from a male viewpoint, as I like to try writing like this as well as from a female viewpoint. So, can any guys who read this please tell me if I am able to make myself sound a convincing male through my writing? Thanks. It was the sound of crying that first alerted me to what had been taking place at my house that afternoon. Finding the living room curtains shut hadn’t worried me. I had just assumed that Lindsey was taking a nap on the sofa, and so let myself in silently to avoid waking her. But I was not greeted by silence. From behind the living room door, which stood ever so slightly ajar, came the sound of soft, muted sobs that I recognised as belonging to my girlfriend. Alarmed by this, I eased the door open and entered the room on silent feet, but then stopped dead, my eyes widening in disbelief as they feasted on the spectacle that awaited me. Lindsey knelt, naked, in the middle of the living room floor. Her back and knees were ramrod straight, and her head was bowed; her bright red hair spilled into her face and all the way down her back. Her shoulders shook with her almost silent sobs, and it wasn’t hard to see why she was so distressed. Her arms were folded up in the middle of her back, her wrists chained together, and her knees and ankles were also chained. Her lovely face was almost completely obscured by two leather straps, buckled tightly into place; one stretched across her eyes, the other held a large ball deep in her mouth. In addition to her restraints was the state of her posterior. The pale, rounded globes were decorated with six angry red stripes, evenly spaced. So, too, were the backs of her thighs. But while I felt sympathy for her unfortunate plight, I also felt a sudden stirring inside my jeans at the thought of her being punished in this way. Whoever was responsible for those stripes knew exactly what they were doing. So who was responsible? Adrian? He was the most likely candidate; he and Lindsey had enjoyed getting together to play kinky games ever since I had once handed her over to him, to be ‘looked after’ for several days while I went out pulling men. Lindsey had been angry with me for doing this to her at first, but she had learned a few things from my best mate that even I had never thought of, and had come to enjoy the time she had spent as his willing prisoner. Apart from her crying, the house was silent. Perhaps Adrian was upstairs. Or had he gone out for a while, left her here alone to think about her undoubtedly bad behaviour, with the intention of returning to punish her further? And there was another question – what exactly had she done to warrant this deliciously cruel treatment in the first place? I was still pondering this question when I heard soft footsteps, slowly descending the carpeted stairs. I waited silently for Adrian to join Lindsey and me in the living room, not wanting to alarm him, but not wanting Lindsey to know that I was here either. I had been standing in the same room as her for several minutes now, but she had given no indication whatsoever that she was aware of my presence. I had the feeling that her ordeal was not yet over, and I wanted to witness her blissful ignorance as she succumbed to whatever Adrian had in store for her now. A long, slim shadow fell across the living room floor, and I glanced up, only to stare in total disbelief at the person standing before me. Not Adrian at all, but Hilde, my soon to be stepmother. A dominatrix, as I well knew, but she had never shown any interest in another woman before. I wondered what had made her change her mind about that, but then decided that I didn’t really care. And neither did my cock, which was becoming painfully hard inside my jeans and eager to be released. But I resisted the urge to do this; I wanted my pleasure at this unexpected new development to last as long as possible. For a woman only a couple of months away from turning fifty, Hilde was truly stunning; tall and curvaceous, with lovely large breasts and a gorgeous arse. She wore a tightly laced black leather corset minidress and stiletto thigh boots that made her look menacing. Her hair, dyed jet black with electric blue stripes, was pulled up into a tight ponytail at the top of her head. Her blue eyes twinkled as she caught the way I was staring at her, lusting after her beautiful body. Unable to bear it any longer, I unzipped and released my straining flesh from its prison, taking myself in hand and stroking myself very slowly. Hilde gave me a sly grin and a wink, both of which I returned, and held a single finger to her black-painted lips. I nodded my understanding, then glanced down at my girlfriend; she continued to sob quietly, still completely unaware of any other presence but her own. Then I looked up again, eager to watch the action unfold. Lindsey’s cries ceased immediately on hearing her mistress’s heels clicking on the uncarpeted floor as she entered the living room. Her entire body stiffened, clearly fearing another beating. Hilde moved to stand behind the kneeling girl and took a handful of her hair, pulling her head roughly back. ‘You are pathetic,’ she declared, choosing to speak in Norwegian rather than English. Her tone was cold, but she looked into my eyes as she said it, giving me another sly smile. I bit my lip to keep silent, feeling a shudder run through my body; it was with tremendous effort that I managed to resist the urge to masturbate hard and fast. Lindsey remained perfectly silent and still, giving the cruel words of her mistress no response. Hilde’s eyes narrowed into little slits; she pulled my girlfriend’s head gently to one side, exposing her white neck, and then brushed her lips lightly over the soft skin. This got Lindsey’s attention; she too gave a shudder and moaned softly, tilting her head a little more to give the other woman better access. But Hilde was in no mood for playing. Crouching down, she raked her sharp black talons over the stripes decorating Lindsey’s cheeks, making her howl in agony. ‘You are pathetic,’ she repeated. ‘I subject you to pain to make you stronger, not turn you into a snivelling little wreck. Your lack of strength disappoints me, little girl. It looks as though I will have to put a little more effort into toughening you up.’ She released her grip on Lindsey’s hair abruptly and then walked away from her. Taking a packet of cigarettes from the coffee table, she took one out, lit it and took a deep drag, exhaling a long stream of smoke before continuing. ‘I’ve been gone half an hour. That’s long enough for you to have got into I dread to think what kind of mischief. Have you been having any dirty thoughts, Lindsey?’ She shook her head. ‘Are you sure about that?’ Hilde laughed softly, returning to her slave and stroking her hair affectionately. ‘I find that difficult to believe, sweetheart. I think I might have to take a little look at you. And if I find anything that I shouldn’t…’ She let the sentence trail off suggestively, and raised an eyebrow at me. I smiled at the thought of what she would find. There was no chance of Lindsey getting away with this, and lying to her mistress wasn’t going to do her any favours either. I couldn’t wait to see what form her punishment for this would take. Hilde took one more drag on her cigarette before handing it to me. Then she reached into the front of her corset and produced a tiny key that had been nestling between her breasts. She used this to unfasten the padlocks at Lindsey’s knees and ankles, then removed the chains and ordered her to part her legs to be inspected. I had to stifle a gasp when I saw what else Hilde had done. The small silver rings Lindsey usually wore in her pierced sex lips had been replaced with bigger ones, for the purpose of holding four huge, chunky padlocks that locked her pussy shut. Their weight pulled at the hairless pink flesh, gleaming shamelessly with the evidence of her desire, dragging her labia right down. It looked pretty uncomfortable, but that clearly had no negative impact on Lindsey’s excitement. Oh, she was in for it now.