Bayonetta's Abuse IV - Weekend At Jeanne's

Story by James Bondage

As anticipated, James will be spending the weekend at Jeanne's manor while Bayonetta is away on business. What pleasures and horrors await within? :42: :o

Tags : Futa on male, Female on male, Femdom, feminization, bondage, bukake, cum bath, leather, latex, rubber, oral, anal, rimming, gangbang, non-consensual, slavery

It was another bright spring day as James and Bayonetta made their way up the long walkway to Jeanneâs estate. The compound was well fortified with a chain link fence, a brick wall, a guard station and several guard dogs. James couldnât help but feel intimidated as they approached the gate in Bayonettaâs GTO, but the guards had waved them through as soon as they spotted her in the driverâs seat. The warm sun and the smell of freshly cut grass greeted them as they made their way up to what could only be called a mansion. It was a huge three story structure with tall, Victorian style windows. James wouldnât even venture to guess what Jeanne did for a living, but it was obvious that she was doing very well for herself.

Bayonetta was dressed in one of her elaborate black leather bodysuits, as usual, which made James question what kind of âbusinessâ she could possibly be doing after she left. She certainly didnât have time to go home and change since she had to be at the airport in less than an hour. James was dressed in the same casual wear that he had worn into the countryside the previous week and, of course, his purple leather âSLUTâ collar which Bayonetta was using to tug him up the steps. As they approached the entrance of the ornate chateau, Jeanne didnât even wait for them to reach the wrap-around porch. She burst out of the front door wearing a costume very similar to the one she had worn to Bayonettaâs apartment, only this time it was white leather instead of red. Her humongous cock hung from the only visible opening of the suit, bobbing between her legs as she came out to greet her guests. If James wasnât already familiar with her temperament, he might have thought she was some kind of hung angel; a compelling contrast to the succubus image that his mistress maintained.

âItâs about time you got here! Did you sleep in again?â

Bayonetta crossed her arms, smiling wryly âNice to see you too Jeanne.â

âDo you really have time for pleasantries? You have a flight to catch. And youâ¦â she said walking directly up to James, her cock rubbing up against him âIt is most definitely good to see you again!â Staring into his eyes, she stuck her arm out in Bayonettaâs direction, expecting the leash.

âFirst things firstâ Bayonetta interjected. She reached into her cleavage and pulled out a folded piece of paper, handing it to her. Jeanne scowled, unfolded the paper and quickly scanned its contents.

âList of restrictionsâ¦â Her eyebrows furrowed as she read down the list. âBut thatâ¦! What?!? You might as well just