Trials of an Obese Wife

Chapter 5 Genevieve

 

     “Are you a student, Mademoiselle,” asked Michelle, the attractive flight attendant as she handed Genevieve a cup of coffee.  To Michelle, Genevieve’s seat in first class, designer clothes and stunningly good looks had seemed incongruous with the thick text titled Introduction to International Finance she was studying.

     “Yes, and a part time nanny, I’ll be helping a couple with a newborn when I’m not in class,” said Genevieve taking the coffee intentionally brushing her hand against Michelle’s.  Genevieve caught the look in Michelle’s eyes when their flesh touched.  It confirmed the correctness of her judgment about the tall, strikingly beautiful woman’s sexual preferences.

     “You are so beautiful.  I took you for a model.  You must like children,” said Michelle excited by the fleeting touch.  Michelle had hardly been able to take her eyes off her since the plane left Charles DeGaulle.  She had been thrilled when the girl sat in the nearly empty first class section that was her responsibility on the non-stop flight from Paris to Boston.  She’s stunning thought Michelle as Genevieve took her seat allowing her short skirt to ride up.

     “Among other things,” said Genevieve smiling as she visualized how Michelle would look in one of the club’s private rooms, naked, suspended by her wrists with her toes straining to touch the floor.  Genevieve pictured the woman’s large breasts with the nipples captured in Nuremburg clamps with two kilogram weights stretching them downward causing the sharp teeth to bite into the soft flesh drawing blood.  “Unless there is blood, it is not true sadism,” had been the dictum of the Master who had trained Genevieve.

     Or perhaps instead of clamps, a breast press would have been better.  The flight attendants breasts were large and a press would crush the flesh causing it to tighten.  Once tightened, it would be time to bring out the needles, heat them in the autoclave and make her scream and beg.  Genevieve felt her sex react as she pictured herself pushing a needle through the breast until it reached the sternum then slowly scraping the point over the bare bone. 

     Michelle’s question brought her mind back to the present.  “What will you study?” asked Michelle wondering whether she would find the nerve to ask the girl for lunch or coffee before the flight landed.  That would be risky. Air France frowned on crewmembers attempting to seduce passengers, especially an older female and a young girl obviously wealthy and perhaps connected to those in high places. 

     “International Finance, at MIT’s Sloan School of Management,” said Genevieve extending her hand.   “I’m Genevieve Roches.”

     “Michelle Dumont, MIT, you must be very intelligent as well as very beautiful,” said Michelle accepting the handshake.

     “Thank you, but I’m hardly that.  Friends and family connections got me in the program at MIT,” said Genevieve holding Michelle’s hand in hers, not letting go.

     “You’re being modest.  Perhaps we could meet some time and have lunch.  I could show you around Boston,” said Michelle feeling terrified she might have stumbled into a messy situation that would cost her job but exhilarated at the prospect of such a beautiful conquest.

     “I’d like that and later we could go somewhere and compare bracelets,” said Genevieve moving her hand quickly to capture the silver bracelet that encircled Michelle’s wrist.  She twisted it to the side where the tiny points dug into the flesh causing intense pain.

     “You’re hurting me,” said Michelle grimacing as the sharp metal penetrated the delicate skin of her wrist.  The bracelet was designed to cause the wearer pain when it was tightened in a certain fashion.

     “See, I have one, but mine is different,” said Genevieve allowing her sleeve to fall back revealing a bracelet almost identical in design but vastly different in its meaning.

     “I’m sorry, Mistress.  I didn’t know.  Please forgive me,” said Michelle shocked that someone so young and innocent looking would be wearing that particular bracelet.

    “Nor do you know that I am not to be called Mistress where others may overhear,” said Genevieve.

     “I apologize. I wasn’t expecting one so chic and beautiful to be in your position,” said Michelle.  “Is there anything I can bring you, Mademoiselle?”

     “A cognac and a piece of chocolate would be nice.”

     “I did not see you on Avenue St. Germain last night,” said Genevieve when Michelle returned with two miniatures of Remy Martin and several pieces of Belgium chocolate.  She was referring to the location of Club Justine, the exclusive sex club for sadomasochism.  Their bracelets signified they were members.

     “I had a family crisis.  My sister is very ill.  But surely you are not a member of the Paris club or I would have met you.”

     “My home club is in Lyon; but I was in Paris with friends celebrating my departure,” said Genevieve.

     “I’m sorry I missed you last night.”

     “Yes, it might have been interesting,” said Genevieve picturing Michelle’s tightly bound arms thrusting her breasts out and perched on the club’s Spanish Donkey with ten-kilogram weights attached to her ankles.  Her tender sex bisected by the studded metal apex of the wedge would be creating a nexus of agony so intense her entire awareness would be concentrated on that thin line where the metal touched her flesh. Genevieve wondered how long before she begged to be taken down.  Would she last longer than the pathetic little cunt she and Nicole had played with last night?  Of course she would.  Michelle was wearing one of the club’s slave bracelets.  She could have only earned it by demonstrating outstanding capacity to endure mind numbing pain.

     It was two hours into the flight when Genevieve encountered Michelle on a visit to the restroom.  A quick glance around convinced Genevieve no one was watching.  She grabbed Michelle’s wrist and pushed her into the tiny compartment.

    “Get me off,” said Genevieve raising her skirt then pulling the narrow band of her panty to one side as she sat down on the commode.   Genevieve raised her legs planting the soles of her shoes against the wall bracketing Michelle as she noisily allowed her bladder to empty.   The confined space filled with the aroma of fresh urine and the sounds of Michelle gulping down mouthful after mouthful.

    “Yes, Mistress,” said Michelle displaying not the slightest hesitation to pass her tongue over Genevieve’s dripping sex.

    “Who trained you,” asked Genevieve after several minutes of Michelle’s oral ministrations?  Genevieve’s hand was on the back of Michelle’s head pressing her face against her vulva, smearing her fluids over the woman’s face.

     “I serve Mistress Simone,” said Michelle.  “Shall I do your anus?”

     “Of course, show me how you perform for Mistress Simone,” said Genevieve relaxing back against the bulkhead as she raised her legs further and elevated her pelvis giving Michelle access to her sphincter. 

     Michelle murmured, “Yes, Mistress Genevieve,” before tracing the tip of her tongue across the wrinkled flesh of Genevieve’s rectal opening.  Once the surface was sufficiently moistened she placed her finger in the center of the anus and applied a slight pressure.  A sigh of pleasure escaped Genevieve’s mouth as she felt the first joint of Michelle’s index finger slip inside her rectum.

     “Eat me slowly and well or I will not tell Mistress Simone to whip you till you bleed.  If you do a good job, I just might give you a reward,” said Genevieve closing her eyes as she relaxed. 

     Genevieve’s orgasm arrived quickly but once there, she managed to make it stay for a while causing her Bartholin glands to dispense a thick and copious flow of fluids Michelle eagerly swallowed.

     “That was satisfactory.  Here is your reward,” said Genevieve leaning forward to kiss Michelle.  As their lips met, Genevieve’s hand slipped into the flight attendant’s tunic then down into the cup of her brasserie.  Her strong young fingers seized the nipple twisting and compressing the fleshy tendril.  Once extended and vulnerable Genevieve angled her thumbnail into the soft flesh and pressed hard.  It was a simple technique for causing intense agony Genevieve had learned by having it practiced on her.  A hiss of pain escaped Michelle’s lips followed by a moan of pleasure.

     “You may stand up now,” said Genevieve breaking the kiss and releasing Michelle’s breast.

     “Yes, Mistress,” said Michelle rising to her feet.

     “Raise your skirt.”

     “Yes, Mistress.”

     “You have beautiful legs but pantyhose, how ridiculous,” said Genevieve reaching out to run her hand up Michelle’s thigh.

    “The company requires it, Mistress.  It’s part of the standard uniform.”

    “Take them off.”

    “Yes, Mistress,” said Michelle somehow managing in the small space to push her pantyhose down to her ankles, step out of her pumps then the hose.  Michelle stood silently looking straight ahead while Genevieve pulled down her panty.

     “Are these Mistress Simone’s,” asked Genevieve referring to the gold rings piercing Michelle’s labia and clitoris?  Genevieve separated Michelle’s labia then flicked the three gold rings piercing each side with her fingernail.

     “Yes, Mistress Genevieve,” said Michelle fighting to control her desires.  Michelle would have loved to be groveling at Genevieve’s feet begging for the kiss of her whip.

     “Provide me her email address along with yours.  I will send her a full report of how you offered yourself to me like some pussy starved slut desperate to get her head between a young student’s legs.  I’ll recommend she punish you severely for your disloyalty,” said Genevieve trailing her fingers across Michelle’s clit.

     “Thank you Mistress,” said Michelle her brain reeling with the masochistic pleasure of the encounter.  Pain and humiliation were her opiate.

     “And if Mistress Simone does not object, I will give you my email address.  Before each visit to Boston, email me your itinerary.  I may have use for you while you are there.  The husband of the couple I will be living with is a seneschal of the Lyon Club.  Perhaps, he will deign to punish you.”

     The prospect of being punished by a seneschal was exhilarating.  He would know ways to hurt her she had not yet experienced.  “Thank you, Mistress.  You are most kind.”

     “Now, unbutton your tunic and blouse. Expose your breasts.”

     Once Michelle had slipped her bra up over her breasts, Genevieve spoke, “Now you may play with yourself. Get yourself off before you wind up going up and down the aisle begging some poor dyke to let you go down on her.”

     Genevieve watched silently as Michelle’s fingers worked her clit and nipples.  It wasn’t long before she climaxed.  Once Michelle’s orgasm had run its course and she fell back against the corner, Genevieve quickly stood up, straightening her skirt. She unlocked and opened the door to find one of the male passengers waiting to use the lavatory.  The man’s face registered his shock as he looked past Genevieve at a half naked Michelle whose hand was still captured in her crotch. 

     Genevieve stepped close to the man and asked, “Would you like to fuck that slut?”

      “Huh,” said the disbelieving man.

      “You are from Berlin,” asked Genevieve recognizing the Prussian accent.

      “Yes, I am employed by Siemens,” said Oscar.

     Genevieve brought her mouth to the man’s ear and whispered, “Her name is Michelle.  She just ate my pussy.  She gives excellent head.  Do you want her to suck your cock?”

     “Why yes, I do,” said the man having a difficult time trusting his senses.

     “What’s your name,” asked Genevieve?

     “Oscar Homolka.”

     Genevieve’s arm circled his waist drawing him tight against her.  “Oscar, there is one precondition?”

     “I don’t understand.”

     “Before Michelle sucks your cock, she wants you to piss in her mouth. Have you ever pissed in a woman’s mouth?”

      Oscar looked slightly embarrassed.  “Yes, once, the fraulein was willing.”

     “Michelle is very willing.  Aren’t you, Michelle?”

      Michelle had not moved. She was still standing against the bulkhead with her skirt above her waist and her bare sex on display.  She nodded her head in agreement.

      “Michelle, this is Oscar and you are to do whatever he wants.  When he comes in your mouth, don’t swallow it.  Show it to me first.”

     Genevieve pushed Oscar into the restroom.  She waited until she heard the click of the lock before returning to her seat.  A half hour later, a redressed Michelle appeared in the aisle beside her. 

     “Show me,” said Genevieve.

     Michelle opened her mouth to reveal a pool of pearl white liquid resting on her tongue.

     “Good, you may swallow,” said Genevieve watching Michelle immediately gulp down the liquid.

     “How was he?” asked Genevieve.

     “A German pig, he fucked me in the ass; then made me lick his filthy cock clean,” said Michelle.

     “Excellent, you can always count on a Prussian to be brutal and cruel. Now bring me a blanket and pillow.  I need a nap.”

 

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     Unable to sleep, Genevieve slowly pulled her skirt up and pushed the crotch of her panty aside.  Her sex was still warm and wet from Michelle’s oral service.  As her fingers slid into her vagina while the heel of her hand massaged her clit, Genevieve purred with pleasure.

      A slight movement from across the aisle caught her eye.  The distinguished looking man of the elderly couple was watching her.  His wife was fast asleep.  Genevieve found the idea of being watched by a stranger exciting.  She shifted position so he could see more.

     Deciding she needed further stimulation, she reached into her carryon bag, extracted an anal probe made of rings of graduated soft polymer and a tube of lubricant.  She coated the probe’s surface with some of the lubricant then eased the pointed tip past her sphincter.  Inhaling and exhaling in rhythm, she slowly pushed each ring into her rectum until her anus closed around the narrow neck holding it inside her.  She clinched her sphincter enjoying the sensation of having her rectum pleasantly filled.

     She purred with pleasure as she recalled the events of last night.  She and her best friend Nicole had met at Bar Noir to plan their evening.

     “I want to do something special my last night,” said Genevieve conscious that her looks and short skirt were attracting the attention of the other patrons.  The two stunning girls, one blonde and the other brunette, were seated at the bar.

     “I could call Rudi and Jeremy to see if they have anything planned,” said Nicole, recent bride of a prominent London banker, Jeremy Stewart.

     “I reserved a room at the Club for later,” said Genevieve

     “Rudi would like that.  He adores it when you twist his balls,” said Nicole taking a sip of her vermouth cassis.  “Jerry is always up for a good thrashing.  That’s the English in him.”

     “No, we can do that anytime.  I want someone fresh; a married couple who have never known pain would be best.  A man who has never had his balls twisted and a woman that has never been whipped,” said Genevieve looking around the room.

     “Tourists perhaps,” said Nicole. “Paris is full of Americans.”

     “And I know just where to find them.  A new club called The Satyr opened in Montmarte a month ago.  The crowd is absolutely depraved.  A rich American owns it.  It’s popular with couples who come here from the New York club scene.”

     “A couple would be nice,” said Nicole.  “Especially if they are on their honeymoon, madly in love and without a care in the world.”