FRK A story with no title

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    Well, I finally finished my other story and I'm going to post it all up here. Yes, its a lot, but most of you already knew that. Let me know what you think (and if you see any glaring grammatical errors). Hope you enjoy it.


    Oh yeah... and I'm taking suggestions for a title if anyone can think of a good one :hs: :x:
     
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    Chapter 1



    She stood before the mirror in the bathroom, examining herself in the harsh white light of the vanity lamps. He dirty blond hair trailed listlessly in front of her emerald green eyes as she surveyed her body, her fingers tracing the curves of her frame. There was once a time when these curves didn’t exist, a time when there was nothing to her but hardened muscle from years of high activity, in sports ranging from karate to cheerleading. But now, the muscle has softened, her hips rounded out, and she had breasts and ass to boot. A look of longing crossed her face as she remembered how fit she had been. But, as luck would have it, she went to college and got a good job doing what she loved, so as long as she could pay the bills, her body would have to suffer the consequences of being a desk jockey.



    She flipped the vanity lights off and flipped the overhead light on. This cast a much warmer glow in the room, and she stepped back to look in the full length mirror. She wasn’t thrilled with what she saw, but a small smile curved her lips as her eyes caught a glimpse of the red bag on the floor beside her. She thought about what was in that bag, and the man that would lose his mind when he saw it on her. She turned and plopped down on the plush toilet seat and drew the bag to her with her neatly pedicured feet. She leaned down and picked the bag up, stopping to glance at the logo on the front. A sharp cornered, riveted letter C was daintily linked with a silky, almost sensually serpentine letter S for the logo. A logo that she designed herself, for this company. And what was in this bag was simply a perk of the job. She designed the perfect logo, and in appreciation, The Corset Shop, gave her many high-quality gifts. And this was the one she had anticipated. Holding her breath, she opened the bag. The musky scent of leather floated luxuriously to her nostrils and she inhaled deeply. Even the smell of this fabulous leather made her tingle with excitement. She pulled the garment out of the bag, a handmade, custom fit, black leather, open bust corset. The weight of it surprised her, as well as the thickness of the material. It was wonderfully soft, and lined with black silk. It was adorned with intricate leather tooling, holes punched in pretty swirling patterns. Even the lace that drew the front closed was beautiful. But at the same time, this piece was subliminally threatening. There were small spiked rivets that lined the open bust cups and around the top edge. The eyelets that the lace was threaded through were a shiny cold steel, quite a contrast to the dark black of the leather. There was a ring attached to the front, right at bellybutton level. It almost looked like a piercing. There were also 2 rings at either hip. They were small and unobtrusive, but noticeable nonetheless. It was a beautiful piece, and she couldn’t wait to try it on.



    She laid the corset aside and began to rummage through the other things in the bag. These she had not asked for, but the owner of the company ( a personal friend ) said that they would go perfectly with her new outfit, and that she needed to have them. The first thing that she pulled out was a pair of leather handcuffs. They had the same leather tooling as the corset, and the same little rings, as well as 2 little clips. They fastened with a belt buckle type closure, and were lined with the same silk. They looked wonderful. She set them down beside the corset, and they made quite a heavy thud on the countertop. That brought a smile to her face as well. The next item out of the bag was a leather cat-o-nine tails. The handle was thick and heavy, but easy to grasp. It was encased in leather, and had a thin, braided leather grip that was wrapped around it. The uncovered end was shiny, and she realized that the handle was actually metal. This could do some serious damage she thought. She decided to try it out on herself first, before she decided to put it to use on someone else. She stood up and turned to face away from the mirror. Then, looking over her shoulder, she drew the whip up in the air and brought it down lightly on her ass cheeks. It stung a little, but the feeling of the leather against her skin was quite arousing. She brought the whip up and smacked it down again, this time a little harder, which made her wince. The weight of the handle made it hard to judge just how hard she was hitting. She glanced down at her bottom and saw a few red stripes. That would do nicely. She knew that she could take it harder than that, but she decided not to mar her skin too much. She put the whip carefully on the floor and rummaged some more. The other items in the bag consisted of some heavy chains, a silk blindfold, and a leather, spike studded collar. There was a note in the bottom of the bag. She unfolded it and read the hard handwriting:



    Dear N,

    I hope these items suit you. I know you were anticipating them.

    There’s one more extra gift that I have for you, but I want you to

    drop by and pick it up yourself. And I’d like you to wear your

    new gear. Stop by this afternoon if you have the time.

    Sincerely,

    E



    This thought intrigued her. She was a little embarrassed. After all, the E stood for Eric, and he wasn’t her husband. But then again, he was a good friend, and gay, so she decided it wouldn’t be that bad. It was just past 1 o’clock, so she still had time before her hubby got home. She put her things back in the bag, threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and headed for the car.



    Chapter 2



    The door to the shop was now painted black, with their new logo adorning the window in crimson paint. She opened it and stepped inside, the harmonic tinkle of the bells above her head startled her a bit. This isn’t the type of store that she would normally find herself in, and like most people, she was always afraid of running into someone she knows. But then again, if they’re in this store and spot her, they’re going to have some explaining to do if they decide to gossip about it. She walked a little further into the entranceway, admiring the pictures on the walls. They were all black and whites, and all nudes. Well, nude except for some bondage gear and a few corsets here and there. The models’ milky white skins were a beautiful contrast to the black leather. These pictures were taken by Eric, not only a vendor of leather, but a professional photographer. She always admired his work. They were almost like abstracts. Some of the pictures were only of a butt, some of a pair of bound hands, and some of a pierced nipple or 2. She didn’t see her friend as he snuck up beside her.



    “Lovely, aren’t they?” he asked.

    She jumped, and then turned a blushing face towards him, “Why yes they are Eric. You were always an admirer of your own work.” He chuckled at her. Then he took her hand and led her to the back of the shop. They passed by numerous racks of leather. Some were corsets, some were skirts, some where “gimp” suits. She could never imagine anyone wearing an entire suit made of leather. But she had seen one before, and the way they clung to a man’s frame was very erotic. The glass cases that lined some of the walls were filled with mainly leather and metal toys. And the newest section in the back was dedicated to glass toys. One of her personal favorites. They were now in the back of the store, in the dressing rooms.

    “Well… lets see it.” Eric said, with an excited smile on his face.

    “I.. well, I don’t have it on.” She replied.

    “Why the hell not?” he shot back, his smile never fading.

    “I was a little embarrassed I guess, that and I don’t think I can get this thing laced up on my own.” She blushed again. This was her first real corset and she wasn’t used to doing this.

    “That comes with practice honey,” he smiled at her, “In that case, get in that stall and strip.”

    She stared at him a moment, her mouth agape, and then did as she was told. Her legs quivered as she undressed, again surveying herself in the mirror. She just about had everything off when a pair of black leather underwear hit her in the head.

    “Those should go nicely,” he chirped from beyond the stall door. She laughed, and then slid them on. She then pulled the corset out of the bag and slid it on. It felt nice against her bare skin. She held it loosely to her body and tried her best to cover her exposed breasts as she peeked out the door. Eric was standing in anticipation.

    “Out with it lady,” he quipped, and flung the door open, “what are you covering up for? I haven’t gotten a hard on from boobs since I was 12.”

    She laughed at this, and then realized how mousy she was being. This wasn’t her. She dropped the arm that was covering her bosom and held onto the corset. Eric gasped when he saw her nipples.

    “Piercings?” He asked. “When did those happen?”

    “A few months ago. They’re healing nicely.” She answered.

    “Does the hubby know?”

    She laughed, “Not yet, but he’s sure to know after he sees me in this.”

    “I doubt he’ll even notice…” he laughed back, “ok, come here, let me lace you up.” She shuffled towards him in her socked feet, picking up static. She shocked him when he went to touch the corset. “Not cool.” He growled. He was not the stereotypical gay man. He was slender, but well muscled. He had no lisp and he didn’t walk funny. But he did have one hell of a fashion sense. She smiled at this.

    “What’s so funny?” He inquired, adjusting the bodice so that it cupped her breasts perfectly.

    “Oh nothing… I was just wondering what your reaction to me would be right now if you didn’t have a boyfriend.”

    “You mean if I was straight,” he said, “Well, if I was, I’d be pinning you to that dressing room door Pinnochio style.” He smiled at his own wittiness as she started laughing.

    He finally had the corset laced. He told her to hold her breath as he gave it one final hard tug. The leather pulled tight on her frame, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Something about this was very erotic to her. She exhaled on his cue and she felt the material stretch a bit. Eric smiled, “Simply lovely. I think I did a bang-up job on this one.”

    She turned to look in the mirror. With her stockinged feet, she looked a little silly, but suddenly she was overcome with how powerful she looked. Her waist had been slimmed a little by the steel bones in the corset, and her breasts looked fantastic. The were pushed up high, and the nipples were erect. Her piercings stuck out a little bit. It was fantastic.

    “Stay right there, I have to go get your other gift.” Eric said and he trotted off.

    She barely heard him as she stared at herself in the mirror. She looked surprisingly sexy, a thing she never thought she would consider herself again. She turned and looked at her ass, which now stuck out nicely from the back of the corset. The leather thong peered out from between her cheeks. She could feel a tingling in her nether-region. She was enjoying this, so much so that she didn’t notice when Eric returned with his gift. He walked in front of her, and a small pout touched her lips as he obstructed her view.

    “Put these on, I think they’re your size.”

    The “these” he was talking about were a pair of thigh high leather boots. They had buckles running down the sides, metal rings at the ankle that matched the ones on her corset, and the kicker, a 4 inch stainless steel spike stiletto heel.

    “My god, I’ll break my neck in those,” she gasped, “they must’ve cost you a fortune to make Eric, I can’t take those.”

    He looked hurt and offended by this remark and her smile quickly faded.

    “Don’t be mental, they’re a gift, and they will go perfectly with your outfit. All you need is a pair of fishnets, which I am sorry to say that I’m out of.”

    “I have a pair at home,” she murmured, still in awe of the deadly beautiful boots in front of her. She carefully stepped into them as Eric balanced her. He helped her buckle them, her movement was slightly restricted from the corset. When her outfit was complete, he stepped out of the way of the mirror.

    “Oh my god,” was all she could say.

    “Now, all you have to do is pull your hair back, put on a little mascara, and you’re set for the night. Do tell me how long it takes for him to blink again once he sees you.”
     
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    It took a bit of effort to get her clothes back on once she was in her gear, but she finally managed. She made it back to the house in record time, her heart was pounding hard and her foot didn’t seem to ever leave the gas pedal. Not even an elderly woman in the street could’ve stopped her from getting home in a hurry. She pulled into the driveway, happy to see that the familiar Jeep and its occupant were not home yet. She carefully stepped down from the truck, the steel heels making a lovely clicking sound on the driveway as she hurried to the door. Once inside, she shed her clothes at the door and made her way daintily to the kitchen. The rings and buckles on her corset were jingling happily and her heels were leaving tiny little indents in the carpet. She passed by the answering machine and the blinking of a message caught her eye. She tapped the play button impatiently with one perfectly painted fingernail.

    :beep: Hey hun, its me. I won’t be home until about 6. Surprise meeting with the CEO. Maybe I’ll finally get my raise. What’s for dinner? I’ll see you when I get home. Love you. :beep:

    She breathed a sharp sigh of relief. Normally he would be home around 4, which wouldn’t have left her much time to prepare. She erased the message and began to slow her pace. The last thing that she wanted was to trip and sprain her ankle. Or worse yet, put one of those deadly heels through the TV or the cat. She made her way to the living room and began to prepare.



    Chapter 4



    Once the floor was clean and the candles and fire were all lit, she began to lay out the blanket and pillows on the floor. Soon the room was to her liking, dark and mysterious. The candles and the fire threw sultry shadows on the black furniture and burgundy pillows. The room smelled of vanilla, her favorite scent, and for a moment she was lost in the beauty of it. Then she remembered that she had other rooms to prepare. She headed up the steps, clinging to the banister, and into the bedroom. There, she pulled all of the sheets off the bed and threw them in the hamper. She then pulled the freshly washed white satin sheets from the wash basket and put them on. She fluffed the pillows and wiped a small bead of sweat from her brow before proceeding to the bathroom. She lit incense in both rooms and then sat down at her vanity to take a breather. She had so many things running through her mind. How would he react to all this? Would it be meaningful? Should she not have gone to this extreme? It was hard for her to think of all this. Their relationship had been a bit rocky in the bedroom as of late. Everything was just, wham-bam-thank you ma’am and it was starting to wear on her conscience. It all started after the move. They bought the new house, which of course put a strain on money, which in turn put them in sour moods from time to time. Then it went to the excuse of “I’m too tired.” This came from both of them, though. The only part in the problem that she didn’t play was in his boredom. She knew that he liked to experiment, but she wasn’t always into it. She would find all sorts of exotic porn on his computer that she didn’t mind watching, but that she wasn’t sure she was comfortable with doing. It seemed he was more interested in watching than in doing anymore. And this turned her off. The last time he saw her with all of her clothes off was at her 24th birthday party 4 months ago when she got her ass kicked at strip poker. Since then, if and when they had sex, he would only take off her bottoms and do his business. This was part of the reason why he hadn’t seen her newest piercings. This thought saddened her a great deal and she almost thought of calling the whole thing off then and there. But instead, she wiped a tear from her eye and put on some mascara and lip gloss. She finished her look by putting her hair up in a high and tight ponytail. She let it drop and as her long hair swept across her back, she got a chill of excitement. Things were about to change.



    Chapter 5



    It was getting dark out and she knew she was slowly running out of time. She had dinner in the oven, it was already made and she was just warming it up. She had stopped for a bit to check on the candles and make herself some tea. Her nerves were starting to get the better of her and she was becoming careless. First a dropped glass in the kitchen then she almost set the living room on fire with a pillow and a hot ember. She was also getting tired. Maneuvering around her house with this gear on was a drain, even though she was becoming more adept at walking in the stilettos. She had to avoid the dining room whenever she needed to get to the stairs because of the hardwood floors. She didn’t want to scratch them or slip and fall. And bending over to pick anything up was quite the chore. The corset was beautiful, but it did its job a little too well. She hoped that in all her rushing around she hadn’t become disheveled. She headed to the downstairs bathroom to check her appearance. She had to bend over to see in the mirror, the shoes put her face just out of sight. She was surprised at how beautiful she actually looked. Her complexion was ruddy, but feminine and her eyes were greener than she’d ever seen them before. She was going to knock him dead. It wasn’t until she glanced downward that she remembered she was nearly naked. The only thing that was covered completely was her torso. This thought made her blush furiously and she began to wonder if any of the neighbors had seen her rushing around the house like a madwoman. The old bitties across the street would have a heyday with that at their next bridge game… that is if it wasn’t tonight. She giggled and then left the bathroom, satisfied that she looked her best. She made her way through the house, closing the curtains room by room. She almost left the one by the fireplace open, just to give the neighbors a peek, but thought better of it and closed it. A glance at the clock told her that her husband would be home in 15 minutes. She hurried up the steps and threw on a floor length jean skirt that left about an inch of steel heel showing. Next was a baggy sweatshirt. She checked her makeup again, and then headed down the steps just before the door opened.
     
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    She nearly fell at the sight of him. His collar was undone and his tie off to one side. His jacket was hooked to one finger and slung over his back. His curly black hair was a little mussed. His pants were pulled slightly tight across his groin and she saw a bulge. He looked good, delicious in fact. He saw her moving down the steps and smiled up at her.

    “Sorry I’m late baby.” He said.

    She smiled at him and said, “That’s ok. How was work?” She was nervous again, and it was showing. He looked at her and smiled as he put down his things. Before she knew it, she was in his arms and he was kissing her. She gasped, afraid that he would see what she was hiding under her clothes and pulled away from him.

    “Work was great…” he said, looking at her inquisitively.

    “That’s good,” she said, pulling her sweatshirt back into place. She smiled at him again and he turned to go into the kitchen. She had pulled the foyer doors closed to the living room and just before he could open them she grabbed his arm.

    “Why don’t you go through the dining room?” she stammered.

    “Why?” He looked even more puzzled now.

    “The cat threw up on the carpet and I shampoo’d it today. Its still wet.” She breathed heavily after that, hoping that he didn’t notice her obvious lie. He seemed unmoved by it and made his way to the kitchen through the dining room. She heard him move a chair out from the table and sit down. She sighed again, and then tried to figure out how she was going to get to the kitchen. Finally, to avoid suspicion, she tiptoed as best she could through the dining room, just barely keeping the heels of her boots off the floor. She rounded the kitchen entrance and found he was staring at her.

    “You look taller.” He said flatly.

    “Maybe that’s because you’re sitting down.” She retorted. She began making her way to the oven when she realized that her heels were clicking on the floor. She turned to see him looking down at her feet. He was trying to figure out what the odd noise was. She walked over to him before he could ask what she was wearing and tilted his face to hers with one soft hand.

    “I love you,” she said, and kissed him tenderly. The tip of her tongue flicked across his lips and he opened them almost hungrily to greet her. She pulled away before he could accomplish his goal. There was a fire in her eyes now and he could see it. She turned and retrieved dinner from the oven and placed it on the table. They ate in silence, quiet except for the faint clicking of her heels on one another. It was time to step up the anticipation.



    Chapter 7



    He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her the entire dinner. He knew something was amiss. And he couldn’t figure out what that clicking noise was. She knew it was driving him insane. Every time he would glance towards the floor, she would shoot him a look and he would straighten up and continue eating. When they were both finished, he got up and cleared the table. She allowed him to survey her with his eyes, she knew that the most he could see was a portion of her boot. She thought about this for a bit and decided that a tease was in order. She wasn’t quite ready for the show to begin, but she thought a little pre-game warm-up was due. She stood as he was scraping off the plates and walked beside him. She opened the cabinet to his left that contained their glassware and began looking for a martini glass. He looked at her, puzzled.

    “What are you looking for hun?”

    “I want to have a martini, do you know where the glasses are?”

    “Top shelf,” he said as he bent to put the dishes in the dishwasher. She saw her opportunity, and stood on her toes to try to reach. He was getting ready to stand up when he caught a glimpse of something shiny under her skirt. As she continued stretching, her skirt rose a little higher, revealing about three inches of her steel stiletto. She watched his expression change from curiosity to amazement. When his jaw dropped open to say something, she quickly grabbed a martini glass and stood back on the floor. Her skirt once again covered her heels and he looked up at her, daze broken. For the first time this evening, he noticed how good she looked. He had been so caught up in work that he didn’t really notice how sleek and lovely her face looked. But aside from that, the only thing he could picture in his mind was the steel spikes that were hidden under his wife’s skirt. Suddenly he realized what the odd noises had been earlier. He stood up and stared at her. The sly smile she had on her face quickly gave way to a more sheepish one.

    “May I have the vodka from the freezer?” she asked.

    Without taking his eyes off of her, he opened the freezer door and retrieved the bottle. His interest was peaked now, but she didn’t seem to be giving him any clues that there was anything out of the ordinary going on. Aside from her subtle glances, things seemed to be as usual. She was toying with him. This thought gave way to other thoughts. He remembered a time when she had been like this before, when things were going a little better in their relationship. He remembered how good their sex life had been, and he was hoping that maybe this little game she was playing meant that things were going to return to normal. He felt a twinge in his boxers as he became aroused at these thoughts. He turned to her and saw that her back was to him. She was making a martini at the table. His eyes mapped out every inch of her body. Her ass looked splendid in her skirt. He wondered what else she was hiding underneath it. She felt his stare and turned to him.

    “Did you want one too?” She knew the answer was no, but the silence was killing her. She finished stirring her martini and began to sip it. The look he was giving her was a mixture of lust and pure intensity. It scared her a little. He must be catching on. And not a moment too soon she thought. Her nerves were returning and she downed the rest of her martini in 2 big gulps. His eyes widened at this, he had never seen her do that before. He decided to pour himself a drink, a shot of Jaeger. That bottle was also in the freezer. She watched him intently as he poured himself a shot, downed it, and then poured another. Then he recapped the bottle and placed it in the freezer. He turned to say something to his wife and found she was standing right beside him. She wrapped her arms lovingly around his neck and kissed him. She hated the taste of Jaeger, but she was becoming impatient. He placed his hands gently on her hips and returned her kiss. His hands were exploring when he hit one of the steel bones in her corset. He broke his kiss to say more, but she stopped him with another. He continued to explore her undergarments through her sweatshirt and found one of the rings at her hip. He toyed with it, trying to figure out what it was. She felt that he was becoming a little too curious and she pulled away from him.

    “How about we go to the living room?” she suggested.

    “I thought the carpet was wet?” he said.

    “It should be dry now.” She said, and led him by his tie through the foyer doors.
     
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    The sweet aroma of vanilla hit him as he followed her into the darkened room. It was warm, and dimly lit by a few candles. The light from the fireplace was illuminating a very inviting looking spot on the floor.

    “Take off your shirt,” was all she said as she stepped away from him into a dark corner. He heard bottles rattling as he did what he was told. Once his shirt was off, he saw her emerge from the darkness. She was carrying a small bowl with a shiny liquid in it.

    “Lie on your stomach, please.” She requested. He did this also without complaint. It was slightly painful for him to lie down, in all of her teasing, he had gotten a slight erection, and it was now being pressed into the floor by the weight of his body. Once he was lying flat, she straddled his back and sat the bowl down beside him. He could feel the fabric of whatever she was wearing. It felt thick and smooth to him. Her legs were pressed against his side and he could just begin to feel that the same fabric was covering her thighs. He wondered if it went the whole way down.

    “Tilt you head up a moment, please.” She said. As he did so, she slipped the silk blindfold that Eric had included in her goody bag over his eyes. He began to protest until she poured the liquid from the bowl down his spine, starting at his neck. It was warm and very slick. He guessed it was massage oil. The sensations from it trickling down his back were almost too intense. Not being able to see what she was doing was heightening his senses quite a bit.

    “Try to relax and enjoy this,” she pleaded as his body tensed under her. She felt him begin to loosen up as she began making slow methodic circles on his back with her fingertips. Her hands glided beautifully along his back, the slick massage oil soaking into his skin, giving it a lovely glow. He relaxed completely now as she took control. After she had worked a good bit of the oil in, she stopped and dried her hands off on the towel she had brought with her.

    “Why did you stop?” he whined at her.

    “Just hush, I’m not finished yet.” She scolded him. She then grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt and lifted it up over her head, careful not to muss her hair or makeup. She flung it to the couch and then stood up to remove her skirt. She pressed the sides of her steel stilettos into his sides and he went to reach for his blindfold.

    “Stop right there,” she commanded, “you move another inch and the fun is over.”

    He opened his mouth to protest, and then thought better of it. He had seen part of what was pressing into his sides and he didn’t want to miss the chance of seeing more. He again rested his head on the soft pillow and awaited his next command. Once she had taken her outer articles of clothing off, she bent to remove his pants. She asked him to sit up a little so she could undo his fly. As he did this, and she reached around to unzip him, she felt the hard bulge in his pants and smiled to herself.

    “You aren’t enjoying this, are you?” she asked, as if she didn’t know. He shook his head no as she slid his pants to his ankles. She began to reach for his boxers, but stopped when she saw that it was her favorite pair of black boxer-briefs he was wearing. She loved the way his ass looked in those, not to mention his package, so she left them on for her own visual pleasure.



    Chapter 9



    She straddled him again, and this time he could feel more of what he had felt earlier. He felt the smooth, cold leather of her boots along his thighs, and the cold hard steel of her heels was menacingly poking at his calves. She was hovering just above his lower back and he could feel the heat emanating off of her. She was practically burning his back with her crotch. She brought her body down onto his and he could feel a strip of leather between her legs. She grinded on his back for a few moments, moistening her leather thong. Then she began to massage him again. He wanted to reach back and touch her, but all he could reach were her thighs. He caressed them and felt the rich fabric beneath his fingertips. There was a stirring in his boxers again as he thought about what she had in store for him. This was so unusual of her and it excited him to no end. She felt him wiggle a little bit and figured he must be cracking some serious wood by now. At least she was hoping. And if not, what she was about to do would. Carefully, she repositioned herself so that her breasts were dangling just above his back. Then, very slowly, she lowered her upper body until her breasts were lightly touching his back. Her nipples were erect and her piercings were sticking out. She made small and rhythmic motions with her body, dragging her breasts across his back. He shifted uncomfortably below her and she stopped.

    “Whats wrong?” she asked.

    “I’m pitching a tent into the floor and it kinda hurts.” He admitted. She laughed and stood up, figuring she had given him enough of a tease with her endowments. She instructed him to lie still for a minute while she put her things away. Then she returned, helped him to his feet, and led him carefully up the steps to the bathroom.



    Chapter 10



    She instructed him to keep his blindfold on as she sat him on the toilet seat. She ran water in the tub, keeping a watchful eye on him. He sat patiently, hands in his lap, just barely covering the erection that was poking out of his boxers. She licked her lips, imagining the taste of his flesh. Once the tub was full, she grabbed the bowl of rose petals that she had placed on the sink and scattered some across the steaming surface of the water. She then walked over to him and sprinkled the rest across his shoulders and over his head. He caught a few in his hands and ran his fingers over them, comparing their silkiness to the silkiness of his wife’s skin. He could imagine himself touching her and caressing her as he caressed the petal. It made his penis twinge and a little dribble of semen escaped the crown. She caught a glimpse of this, and it set her groin on fire. She knelt in front of him and kissed the shaft gently, and then daintily licked the droplet from off of his velvety smooth penis. He groaned with excitement and went to reach for her, but all he got was her hands, pulling him towards the tub. She took off his boxers and gazed longingly at his erection. It was a beautiful sight, the skin pulled taught, the glisten of her lipgloss, the purple coloration of its crown practically pulsating at her. She gathered herself and helped him step into the tub. The hot water felt good on his muscles and he immediately relaxed. She began to soap him up with an exfoliating bar. The texture felt good on his skin. The roughness combined with the softness of her hands was quite pleasing. She soaped every inch of him, except his loins. She danced around them with her fingertips, occasionally lightly dragging her nails across his stomach just above it. He loved when she used her nails. Every time she would get close to touching his cock it would jump happily in the air. He wanted to have the blindfold off now, he wanted to see how beautiful he was sure she looked under her clothes. These thoughts ceased however when she finally grabbed his erection and began to slide her slippery hand up and down his rock hard shaft. He gasped at how good it felt. Her other hand was gently caressing his testicles and playing with his ass. It was the relief that he needed. The teasing earlier and the kissing and licking she had just done was driving him insane. He felt like he was going to explode.

    “You might want to stop that,” he warned her, “I don’t know how much more I can take.”

    “That’s not for you to worry about,” she said, and continued her hand movements. This was what she wanted. He began to moan louder as she quickened her pace.

    “Baby, please… I can’t…” he pleaded with her, but she wasn’t hearing it. She felt his testicles tense, and with one loud groan he erupted. Thick, white semen flowed down over her clenched fist and into the water. It made cloudlike swirling patterns in the tub as it sank to the bottom. Slowly, his body relaxed and he slid down into the tub. He reached for the blindfold again, but she stopped him.

    “Not yet, soon.” She cooed. He let his hand fall and smiled in her general direction.

    “That felt really good… but why now? I figured you wanted more than just that.”

    “Oh, I’m not finished with you yet,” she quipped, “that was just the beginning. Now, give me your hand, its time to dry you off.”
     
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    The whole time she was trying to dry him off, he was trying to grope at her. She would dodge his blind attempts and playfully slap him on the behind. At one point, she let down her guard, and he grabbed a handful of her right breast. She gasped as his thumb found her nipple ring.

    “Whats this?” he questioned.

    “Not something that you should be touching right now.” She snapped, and smacked his hand away. “You need to learn your lesson. Bend over and put your hands on the sink.”

    She guided him on his way, so that he wouldn’t slip and bang his head. When he was in position, she grabbed the whip off of the floor and dangled it across his back.

    “Do you feel that?” she asked.

    “Yes.” He said as he shivered with excitement.

    “Does it feel good?” she questioned him again as she continued to tickle his back and ass with the leather tails.

    “It tickles…” he giggled.

    “Not for long,” she growled, and with that she brought the whip up high and sent it slashing across his ass cheeks. He winced, but stood still. The red marks were beginning to form on his taught skin.

    “That hurt.” He whined at her.

    “That’s what you get for breaking the rules,” she said, “now come with me.” She led him by the hand into the bedroom and sat him down on the bed. The satin sheets felt good on his bare skin, they were cold and silky. The smooth texture reminded him of his wife’s skin, just as the rose petals had done, and his penis began to twitch with the thought.

    “Sit still just a few more seconds and then we’ll take the blindfold off.” She said.

    He obeyed, and she began to rummage through her bag. She got out the cuffs and laid them aside. Then she got out the collar and put it on. It wasn’t tight enough to choke her, but it was enough to keep her head up straight. She glanced in the mirror and admired how she looked. So powerful, so sleek, so sexy. She smiled and applied lipgloss to her lips again. Then she turned to her husband.

    “You can take the blindfold off now.”

    The next few seconds felt like an eternity. It was uncomfortably quiet in the room after he removed his blindfold. He sat on the edge of the bed in amazement. His eyes devoured her, he took in all he could before he had to blink. His wife stood before him in her open bust corset and thigh high boots. Both of her nipples were pierced, and they stood erect with excitement. The collar was around her neck, her hair was perfect, and her lips looked very inviting. It took him a few minutes to realize what she was holding out to him in her hands, eyes pleading.



    Chapter 12



    She got down on her knees and crawled to him, holding the handcuffs out to him, her eyes cast to the floor. When he realized what she wanted, his erection immediately returned.

    She looked up at him after a moment and said “could help me with these? I can only put on one at a time.”

    He took the cuffs from her and stood her up. He then fastened one cuff at a time to her wrists, and then clipped them to the rings he had felt earlier on the sides of her corset. He took his time, studying her reaction, and the equipment. All the while, insanity was emerging in his brain. He couldn’t believe that she was submitting to him. It had been his fantasy, which he didn’t mind sharing with her on more than one occasion, for a long time. Once her hands were bound, he stepped back from her. She looked him in the eyes for the last time, and then dropped her head to look at the floor while he surveyed her body. She looked amazing. He couldn’t believe she had gone to such lengths. The outfit was uncannily beautiful.

    She could feel his eyes on her, drinking her in. She was still unsure of his reaction so she kept her head bowed as he walked circles around her. When he stepped in front of her again, she could see that he was indeed pleased. His erection was full blown. The shaft was engorged, veins sticking out the sides, ever so slightly pulsating. The head was again that lovely purple color. She smiled, it looked almost painful. He noticed her smile and grabbed her chin, thrusting her head up roughly. She gasped and looked almost fearfully into his eyes.

    “How long have you been thinking about this?” he asked her.

    “For a little while anyway… I’ve been studying up on what to do.” She must have said this a little too boldly because he gripped her chin tighter. Remembering some of the things that she had read, she immediately averted her eyes and stumbled for something to say.

    “I wanted to make sure that I did everything right for you,” she said, her voice more sheepish than before, “I didn’t want to disappoint you… m-master.” She tripped over that last word a little, it didn’t feel quite right for her to say it. She felt silly immediately, and she blushed.

    “Why do you blush so?” he asked.

    “I’m afraid of looking foolish to you, sir.” Was her reply.

    He smiled warmly at her, “I really appreciate you doing this for me. Are you sure you’re ok with this?”

    “As long as you’re careful, I’ll be fine. I want to do this and I’ve prepared for it. I’m ready for anything.” She admitted.

    “I hope that’s true,” he said, turning to grab the cat-o-nine tails off the floor, “because believe me, this will be anything but gentle.”
     
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    The first few minutes were a blur to her. She was sure that she had just been standing in front of the man that she loved only moments ago. But now, she was on her knees again, cowering at the feet of another man. His hand was wrapped firmly up in her long ponytail, and he was tilting her head backwards, slapping her face with his cock. Her eyes had been closed since he roughly grabbed a handful of her soft tresses to shove her to the floor, but when he told her to open her eyes, she did as she was told. His face was still as handsome as ever, but now there was a sort of animalistic lust in his eyes.

    “Open your mouth.” He told her sharply. Her lips had only parted slightly before he thrust the head and part of the shaft into her mouth. He held it there for a moment, and then slid it a little further back. Again he stopped, and she began to lick the underside of his cock with her soft tongue. He moaned a little, and then slid it in even further. It was almost at the back of her throat now, and she was having a hard time not gagging. She never really realized how big he really was. Her jaw was aching from the strain, her lips pulled tight against her teeth. She closed her eyes again, but a stiff slap from his hand made her open them again. He didn’t hit her hard, but it was just enough to leave a red mark on her cheek.

    “I told you to keep your eyes open,” he said softly, “I want to see those pretty green eyes plead for me to stop.”

    She kept them open as he slid the rest of his manhood into her throat. She immediately felt her gag reflex trigger and her eyes began to water, but he held her firmly to him. Her soft nose was pressed into the flesh of his stomach. The contractions her throat was making around him felt wonderful.

    “Relax,” he said, “the more you clench up the harder its going to be for you.”

    She tried to relax but it was very difficult. She couldn’t breathe through her mouth, and her nose wasn’t much better. She felt like he was cutting off her entire airway. Finally, when she felt like she couldn’t take anymore, he let go of her hair. She fell back and gasped for air. Her jaw felt loose and her lips ached. Once she had wiped her eyes, she glanced at his penis. It was slick and shiny, covered in her saliva. A small dribble of semen had started to escape the tip. He allowed her to relax for a minute, and then grabbed her hair again and sat her back up on her knees.

    “Lets try that again.” He said. This time she didn’t need to be told to open her mouth. She did so obediently and he popped his penis in and slid it the whole way to the back. It went in easily and it surprised her. She didn’t expect him to dive right back in. She gagged again, and again he held her tight. When she got her breathing back under control, she began to relax her jaw. Eventually she stopped gagging and he began to feel almost comfortable in the back of her throat. That was until he gave his next command.

    “Stick out your tongue.”

    She looked up at him, confused. She didn’t understand how she was supposed to do this with his cock stuffed in her mouth. Obviously annoyed with her lack of participation, he took his throbbing member out of her mouth and slapped her across the face with it. Then he forced it back into her throat.

    “I said, stick out your tongue.” His tone was less than friendly this time, so she did her best to interpret what he wanted her to do. It was hard for her to get her tongue out past her teeth and bottom lip, her mouth was more than full. Once she had it partway out, she felt herself begin to gag again. She attempted to withdraw her tongue, but he felt her moving it and immediately pinned it to her bottom teeth with his penis. He was pushing down hard on her lower jaw and it hurt. Tears began to well up in her eyes. She tried to ward them off, she didn’t want to cry, but between the discomfort in her mouth and the tears that were forming from her gagging, it was almost impossible.

    “You’re doing good angel, just relax,” he said. Then he began to move his hips in and out. When he felt like she wouldn’t attempt to remove her tongue from its current position anymore, he let up on the strain on her lower jaw and quickened his pace ever so slightly. Now that he wasn’t pressing against the back of her throat constantly, she could handle it a little better. When he would thrust in, she would relax her throat. When he would pull out, she would curve her tongue up a little, to press a little harder on the underside of his shaft. They continued this for a few more minutes until he stopped abruptly. He pulled out of her so quickly that he mouth was left hanging open and her tongue sticking out. He smiled down at her and she smiled back. That earned her a slap across the face.

    “I didn’t tell you to look or smile at me.” He scolded. She averted her eyes, tears forming. Maybe she had gotten in a little too deep. After all, all she did was smile at him. She was happy that she had followed her first set of orders to his satisfaction. He saw a tear trickle down her cheek and he stopped. He put a hand under her chin and tilted her head up to look at him. At first she turned her eyes away, but his voice told her that it was ok.

    “Did I hit you too hard?” he sounded genuinely worried. “I’m sorry if I did.”

    “No, I’m fine,” she said, “I just didn’t expect to be hit for smiling at you.”

    He laughed, “Baby, I would never hit you for smiling at me. I love when you smile. This is all just a game. Outside of this bedroom, after this game, things will be like they always were. But right now, I’m not your husband and you’re not my wife.” He bent closer to her and whispered in her ear, “I am your master, and you are my slave.”



    Chapter 14



    He helped her off the floor and pushed her up on the bed. He uncuffed her hands and told her to get on all fours. She did so, and he stepped back to look at her. Not satisfied with what he saw, he walked back to her, brought her arms back by her thighs so that she was now resting on her left cheek and shoulder, and then shackled her hands to the rings at her ankles. Her beautiful ass was now thrust almost awkwardly in the air. He stood at the end of the bed and admired the view. He was ready to play with is new toy now more than ever. She just looked too good to resist. He grabbed the whip again. He had forgotten about it in the euphoria that was his wife deep-throating him. He chuckled and then mentally corrected himself. His slave deep-throating him. His wife would never do that. The thought that this woman on the bed was no longer his wife engulfed him and engorged his ego, as well as his erection. He looked at her helpless body on the bed, prone and so tender. This wasn’t the woman he married, this was an animal here for his pleasure. She was watching him, trying to gauge what he was thinking. His face was almost emotionless, save for the occasional half-smile that would threaten to curve his lips. She didn’t know how hard he was struggling to keep from being kind to her, but it had to be tough. He wasn’t like this, it wasn’t really his nature. Or so she thought. She was tossing these ideas around in her head when he walked behind her again and out of her view. She was almost lost in her mind when the crack of the whip across her bare flesh brought her back to the moment. A scream escaped her lips, and another lash fell upon her upraised ass.

    “That noise won’t do.” He said and walked across the room. He was looking for something to put in her mouth when he spotted his tie rack. That would be perfect. He walked over to it and rummaged through them. Then he came across the one tie that would do. It was a Valentine’s Day heart tie, one that she had bought him a few years back, and then forced him to wear it to dinner. It wouldn’t have been so bad, but pink and lavender hearts on a black tie just wasn’t manly enough for him. At the time, he had bit his tongue and gone along with it. But now, she was going to get a taste of just how humiliating this tie could be. He walked over to her and dangled it in front of her face. She started to smile, and then remember what had happened to her earlier when she had done the same. She quickly changed her expression from a smile to puzzlement.

    “You like this tie, don’t you?” he asked her. She nodded her head as best she could against the sheets. “Would you like to wear it?” he asked her again. She nodded again.

    “Ok, but first, we need to get it ready.” He walked out of her view again, but soon she felt his thumbs on either side of her waist, hooking into the sides of her leather thong. He pulled it down to her knees, but it stopped there. He wouldn’t be able to get them off without unhooking her, and he wasn’t about to let her escape. He lightly traced circles on her back and ass with the end of the tie. It was silk, and it felt lovely against her skin. Quite a contrast to the thrashing she had just taken. He then took one end of the tie in either hand and eased it between her ass cheeks. She pushed away from him a little, but it felt good, so she relaxed. He began to move the tie up and down, like he was flossing her butt. It tickled and she giggled a little. He was about to punish her for making noise, but thought better of it. He loved to see her rocking back against the tie, enjoying the way it felt on her ass. He moved his hands down a little further and continued his flossing motion, only now it included her pussy as well. As his thumb slid past her clit, he felt her jump, and then he felt her juices moistening her crotch. This in turn made his crotch throb. But he had to hold out. He wanted her so badly. He ran the tie through those juices until it was nice and wet. She whimpered quietly when he took the tie away.

    He walked in front of her and said, “I think its ready for you to wear now,” he bent closer to her face, “open your mouth.”
     
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    As she thought this command over he rolled the tie into a ball small enough to fit in her mouth, but large enough to be a suitable gag. He made sure that it was very wet with her juices on the outside before he forced her mouth open and put it inside. Her eyes widened. This wasn’t what she was expecting. At first the taste disgusted her and she spit it back out.

    “I don’t think so slave. If you can’t learn to be quiet then you need to be gagged.” He said, and shoved it back in her mouth. Then he went around behind her and slapped her ass with the flat of his palm.

    “What’s wrong? You don’t like the way you taste?” he asked. She hesitated answering him and she got slapped again.

    “Well?” he asked again. This time she nodded her head vigorously. Her ass was red hot and a little sore. She didn’t want to be slapped again right now.

    “I’m glad you like it…” he said, “Did you know that I love the way you taste?” She shook her head no. He walked around in front of her and crouched so that his face was level with hers. His eyes were wide and needy. She surveyed his body, but before her eyes could wander too far, he grabbed her chin and forced her to look into his eyes.

    “Don’t look away when I’m talking to you.” He scolded. “As I was saying, I love the way you taste,” he got closer to her face and kissed her bottom lip softly, “I love how sweet you are… and I love how sweet you get when I make you cum.” Her pussy was aching with every sentence. She loved when he talked like this to her. It had been so long since she had heard anything good come out of his mouth about their sex life.

    He saw the look on her face, a look of longing, and he asked “would you like to cum for me now?” Without seeming too eager, she nodded her head.

    “I think maybe we can arrange that.” He said, and stood up. Carefully, he put his arms underneath her and maneuvered her onto her back. With her ankles and hands shackled together, and her thong at her knees, she was forced into a very uncomfortable position. He saw how awkward she was laying and moved her underwear to her ankles. This allowed her legs to fall open for a beautiful view. He scooted her up farther on the bed, and then climbed up himself. He positioned his face right between her legs and looked up at her. The gag was still in her mouth and she was breathing heavily. He hadn’t even touched her yet, but she was throbbing uncontrollably down there. She just wanted him to touch her. Once might even send her into orgasm. He dipped his head a little lower and kissed her on the top of her mound. She shivered and let her head drop back onto the pillows as he kissed her again. He continued kissing her, down either side of her slit, but never touching her all important area. A few times she tried to push back against his face, and each time she got a tweak to her exposed nipples and a tug on her rings. This only enflamed her more. His breath on her crotch was burning her and she moaned in anticipation. Suddenly the heat was gone. She lifted her head to see that he was sitting upright, a look of disappointment on his face.

    “I thought I told you that you needed to be quiet…” He frowned at her, “I guess now we have to punish you. No orgasm for now.”

    Her heart practically broke in her chest. She was so worked up, and now her pussy ached. She couldn’t believe she had just ruined something so good with one little sound. He climbed between her legs and kissed up her chest until he was at her face.

    “I want to try something new tonight,” he said, “and as my slave, you’re going to cooperate. I don’t care if you like it or not, you will do it, do you understand?” She nodded hesitantly, not sure that she completely did.

    “Do you want to continue with our game or not? Nod your head yes or no.”

    She thought for a minute. She wasn’t entirely sure what he had in mind. She couldn’t come up with anything either, and apparently she was taking too long to decide. He pinched her nipples hard, playing with the rings “I need an answer now.” He urged.

    Finally, she nodded yes, and was rewarded with a beaming smile. “Good, I’m glad you’re being brave.” This statement made her heart sink a little, what did I just agree to? It didn’t’ take her long to find out.



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    Once again she was on her stomach, her ass raised in the air. This time he had propped more pillows underneath her torso so that she wasn’t suffocating in the bed sheets. Her torso was only slightly lower than her ass, but it still stuck out beautifully. Once again, he stepped back to admire the view. He reached down and stroked his cock a few times but had to stop. She was so beautiful and it was becoming more and more painful for him to hold back. He had already orgasmed once, he didn’t want to risk doing it again and not being good for a third run. He tried to clear his mind as he walked over to his dresser. He opened the bottom drawer and started rummaging around. She strained to see what he was doing, but he was blocking her view. When he finally turned around, there was a slim black vibrator in one hand, and a small blue bottle in the other. She recognized the vibrator immediately. It was one of her “collection” that she thought she had lost awhile back. She brushed it off as gone forever and never thought about it again. She wanted to ask him where he had found it, but the gag was still in her mouth. It was getting hard to swallow and she started to gag on it a little. She managed to spit it out onto the bed. He glared at her momentarily.

    “I’m sorry, I was starting to choke on it. I’ll be quiet now, I promise,” and before he could speak again, she quickly added, “master.” His expression softened and he smiled a little.

    “We’ll see about that.” He said. Her stomach knotted when he said that. She was still unsure of what he had planned, and she had completely forgotten about the little blue bottle he was carrying. He climbed behind her on the bed and kissed one of her beautiful ass cheeks. Then she heard him turn the vibrator on. He ran it across her ass and then down her crack and into her pussy. It was well lubricated already and it slid right in. It felt pretty good, but not as good as his tongue would’ve felt on her clit earlier. She hoped that he was going to put the vibrator there, but she didn’t have to wait for long. He slid it out of her opening and down her slit. It came to rest right on top of her already swollen nub. She jumped forward a little. The vibe was powerful and she was very sensitive already. Once she got accustomed to it, she rocked back onto it and pushed against it a little harder. A warm wave of pleasure rolled through her body. It wouldn’t take her long to cum now. Her clit began to get hot and she could feel her juices slowly seeping out of her pussy. She began to spasm a little and just before she felt the orgasm coming on, he removed the vibrator. She gasped and slumped forward. The wonderful sensations were gone. She looked back and pouted at him, which in turn made him slap her ass. This time, however, she didn’t stop smiling. An evil little grin curved his lips and he slapped her again, and again she smiled. She was beginning to enjoy the abuse and he was enjoying the fact that she was enjoying it. He tugged on his erection some more as he continued to slap her ass. Once he had his fill of that, he picked the vibrator back up and began to play with it again. He slid it down between her ass cheeks and down onto her clit again. The waves of pleasure began to sweep back over her body. She hardly noticed when he flipped the lid of the blue bottle open and squirted some of the substance into her asscrack.
     
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    She felt the cold liquid hit her tight little hole and slide down her crack. She looked back at him, but the glare that he shot her told her to enjoy what she was getting. She turned back around and once again was lost in the sensations emanating from her clit. As he watched her begin to rock back and forth on the vibe, he slowly slid his index finger between her ass cheeks. She rocked forward a little, but she was rocking off of the vibrator. The sensations were feeling too good for her to have them stop now, so she reluctantly rocked back onto it, and his finger once again began exploring her ass. He had asked her once before to play with her ass, but she declined. It was embarrassing for her, and she was a little afraid. Anal sex had never come up in their conversations before and she was glad. The thought of it scared her. She had heard too many stories of the pain that it entailed. She was hoping that this wasn’t what he wanted to try out with his slave this evening. These thoughts were floating through her mind as he was playing with her asshole. He was spreading her cheeks with his fingers and dancing around her hole with his middle finger. It felt good, a little strange, but good. It was distracting her from her impending orgasm a little, but it definitely did feel good. She was lost in the moment when he gently pushed his finger against her asshole. She was still rocking back and forth on the vibe, rubbing it against her clit, and he used this motion to his advantage. On her next rock back, he pushed against her and his finger popped into her ass. She stopped immediately and let out a gasp. It was an odd feeling, and painful. She clenched up, which made it worse.

    “Relax.” He snapped. She tried, but it wasn’t working. She wasn’t comfortable with it. She tried to pull away, but he just followed her forward. She whimpered and he pulled the vibrator away.

    “I told you to relax… and no noise.” He said, and slapped her ass, keeping his finger in position. She tried to rock forward again, but this time he pushed in deeper. He was up to his first knuckle and she was clenching her ass hard. She wanted him out.

    “Listen to me. You agreed to this, now do as I say. Relax… now.” His tone was less than comforting, but she just wanted it to stop hurting. She relaxed as best she could. Once he felt her muscles loosen, he slid his finger the rest of the way in and stopped moving.

    “There, see, its not that bad. Stop being a bad slave. You’re supposed to enjoy this… or do you want the whip again?” She shook her head no. “I didn’t hear you.” He said.

    “No, m-master.” She whispered.

    “No master and what?” he asked her as he began to wiggle his finger inside her ass.

    She winced a little and looked back at him puzzled. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to say next.

    “Tell me how much you like my finger in your ass, slave.” He commanded.

    She swallowed hard, trying to think of how to make this lie convincing, “I like your finger in my ass, master,” she said and smiled.

    “That was a pretty good lie,” he told her, “but no matter. You’ll come to like it soon enough.”

    She slowed her breathing down and tried to relax a little more. She sank down into the pillows under her breasts and closed her eyes. He felt her relax more and began to move his finger slowly in and out of her hole. She clenched her teeth. His finger felt like sandpaper. Tears were starting to form in her eyes now and she tried to blink them back. He saw the expression on her face and stopped his movements.

    “Are you ok?” he asked. His tone seemed genuinely concerned. She didn’t want to speak however, just in case it was a trick. He pulled his finger out of her ass, which made the tears that were welling up in her eyes spill out when she clenched them shut. That hurt worse than his movements. He climbed off the bed and sat beside her head. He stroked her hair with his clean hand.

    “Honey, are you ok? You may answer me.” He said.

    “I’m ok, that just really hurts. Your finger is rough…” she saw the look of disappointment on his face at the prospect of having to stop. She wasn’t sure that she wanted to ruin the fun just yet, “perhaps something smoother?” His eyes lit up again, knowing that he could continue his experiment. He got back behind her, and she felt more lube in her ass, and then she heard him turn the vibrator back on. She felt it momentarily on her clit, which felt exquisite. But then he moved it up her asscrack and rested it against her hole. It was an odd feeling, but not uncomfortable. He let it sit for a minute until she squirmed away and then he began to gently push the tip of it against her ass. The vibrations were making it hard to tell how far he had it in. She felt him push a little harder and she could feel more of the cold plastic inside her. This didn’t hurt nearly as bad as his finger did. She seemed to be stretching rather well against the smooth vibrator. Its vibrations inside her ass were quite a nice feeling. She felt his fingers begin to play with her clit and she immediately relaxed completely. It wasn’t that bad this time, and she felt like she was nearing orgasm. He watched her face for approval and was happy to see that she seemed to be in less pain. It looked to him like she was actually enjoying it.

    “How does that feel?” he asked

    She barely heard him, she was concentrating on her impending orgasm. She managed to spit out, “good” just before the first orgasm ravaged her body. Her breath caught in her throat and her answer was cut short. Her back arched upwards and she could feel her ass clenching on the vibrator. Up until this point, she didn’t even know that her ass muscles did anything during an orgasm. Somehow he kept his finger on her clit while she writhed out her orgasm. She collapsed into the pillows beneath her when she was finished, breathing heavily. He continued to stroke her clit gently as he slowly slid the vibrator out of her ass. She looked back at him to smile but was stopped short. The look on his face was not a pleased one. She looked back, puzzled.

    “I didn’t tell you that you could cum.” He scolded.



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    She was still too euphoric to understand what she had done wrong. But it didn’t take her long to realize that she had broken a cardinal rule of being a slave… she did something without her master’s permission. She awaited her punishment. He rose, and grabbed the whip. After a few lashings, her eyes were welling with tears, but she wasn’t upset. The pain was welcomed, she was really starting to enjoy all of this, but she didn’t dare smile. When he had finished beating her, he stepped beside her and knocked her onto her side. She was still bound to her ankles, so she couldn’t catch herself. She fell off of the pillows and onto the bed. He climbed up beside her, knocking the pillows out of the way in the process. He grabbed a handful of her soft hair and brought her head forward. She opened her mouth acceptingly, and immediately got slapped across the face. It wasn’t hard, but it was enough to sting.

    “Look at you, you filthy slut. You’ll put anything in your mouth, won’t you?” He yanked back on her hair so she was forced to look at him. Her mouth was still agape as she shook her head no.

    “What do you mean no? It looks to me like you will.” He said.

    “Only if it belongs to you.” She said. She knew she would probably get slapped again for speaking, but instead he just smiled.

    He pointed at her pussy, “Do you see that? That belongs to me,” he said. He reached down and dipped a finger into her, covering it in her juices. “So that means this belongs to me.” He said, waggling his slick finger in her face. She understood what he meant, and opened her mouth. He stuck his finger in mouth and she closed her lips around it hungrily. The taste had bothered her earlier, but now she was too turned on to even notice. She sucked on his finger until she was sure she had gotten it clean. He groaned at how naughty she was being. It excited him to see her be this way. She had never really seemed the type to enjoy something like this. He popped his finger out of her mouth and again began to bring her head down toward his raging hard-on. She opened her mouth greedily and was slapped again.

    “What a whore you are,” he seethed, seeming angry, “I am disgusted by your greed for my cock.” She looked hurt as her beautiful green eyes gazed up at him from his crotch. He bent down and unfastened one of her hands from her ankle.

    “Fine.” He said. “You want it so badly, open that filthy mouth of yours and suck it.”

    No sooner had he let go of her hair, did she have her mouth and hand around his cock. She was sucking hungrily when he grabbed her by the hair again and yanked her up.

    “Do you think you could act like a lady and suck it a little more daintily? This isn’t a lollipop you silly cunt, it’s a tool to be worshipped,” his free hand grabbed her chin and squeezed her cheeks, making her lips into a full on pout, “Now worship it.” He let go of her hair, but instead of diving down onto it, this time she carefully planned out her actions.

    First, she gripped the upper part of his shaft, slowly working her hand over the head of his cock. The she gently licked from the bottom all the way to the top. When she reached the crown, she slowly made circles with her tongue, rotating between licking the bottom with the rough part of her tongue, and then licking the top with the soft underside. Once it was completely lubed up, she moved her hand down to his testicles and began to slowly knead them as she slid her warm mouth over the tip and down the shaft. Once he was inside her mouth, she began to lightly flick her tongue around on the underside of his cock, then she would lay her tongue flat and press it hard against him as she pulled him out of her mouth. He stood there staring at her, breathing heavily. It felt wonderful to have her treat his member like it was a precious object. He could feel her soft tongue playing on that oh-so-sensitive spot right under its throbbing head. She would lick for a bit, then she would apply a little suction, moving it around, all the while his cock never leaving her mouth. It was really starting to feel good when suddenly he felt cold air on his penis. He looked down, an angry and disappointed frown on his face. She looked up at him sheepishly.

    “I don’t want you to cum in my mouth,” she said, “I’d like it somewhere else.”
     
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    Before he could react, she had unfastened her other hand and grabbed him by the shoulders. She pulled him down beside her on the bed and straddled his waist. He grabbed both of her arms and stopped her.

    “What exactly is it that you think you’re doing?” he questioned.

    “I want to please you, master.” She said. “I don’t want to wait any longer. May I please service you in another way? I know that you really want to cum, I can see it in your eyes.”

    He mulled this over for a minute before finally answering, “Normally a slave would not just take charge of the situation, but I’ll make you a deal,” he looked at the clock, “You have 10 minutes to make me cum. If by the end of those ten minutes I have not been satisfied, you will be punished for disrupting my plans for you. Deal?”

    She nodded her head eagerly. “When does my time start?”

    “2 minutes ago.” He replied.



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    She was a whirlwind of motion after he told her that her 10 minutes had been shaved down to 8. She should’ve known he was going to do something like that. But she figured she had her work cut out for her. He was already raging hard and throbbing, it shouldn’t take long to get him to cum. She swung around, her ass now planted inches from his face. She swayed it back and forth as she engulfed his cock with her entire mouth. She pushed him all the way back in her throat, ignoring her gag reflex, until her nose was nestled in his scrotum. She sucked furiously, twisting her head to and fro, her tongue pressed against the head of his cock, like she was juicing an orange. But something strange was happening… his erection was slowly dying. She hopped off of him and saw that he was smiling at her. He reached over and tapped the clock, “7 minutes.”

    She straddled him again, facing him and stopped for a minute. She had to think of something to get his erection back. Nothing was coming to mind, so she began to play with herself, slowly grabbing her nipple rings and pulling up on them. It hurt a little, but at the same time it felt good. She let go of one breast and began playing with her clit. With her other hand, she cupped her breast from underneath and lifted it to her waiting mouth. Once there, she flicked her tongue out and over her nipple, making it rock hard. The piecing stuck up a bit, and that she attempted to grab in her teeth. The first shot she missed, but the second she grabbed it and pulled. She saw his near limp member spring back to life a little, but that still wasn’t good enough. She then dipped a finger into her pussy as she was playing with her clit and then brought her juice soaked finger to her lips. She dabbed a little bit of it on her nipple and began to lick it off. He moaned with an excitement that was becoming harder and harder to hide. His erection was almost completely back, but he had to try to fight it. Seeing this, she happily let her breast fall from her teeth and she stuck the rest of her wet finger in her mouth and licked it seductively. She glanced at the clock, down to 5 minutes. Time really flew when you were racing against the clock. She wasn’t sure what she really wanted however. She knew she wanted him to cum, but she also wouldn’t mind being punished again. She decided to please him and worry about herself later, so she began to grind her hips against his inflating erection. He slid easily against her clit, her juices coating him. She sat forward a little and his cock popped up behind her. She eased back until just the head of it slid effortlessly into her. She squeezed her pc muscles and he groaned again. This is the first time tonight that he had been inside of her. She was like a pit of lava inside. It was hot and slick and tight. She rocked back a little more, taking a bit more of him in and continued squeezing him with her vagina. His eyes closed and he bucked involuntarily up into her. She gasped as he rubbed past her g-spot, sending electric bolts through her whole body. She watched as she rode him, his eyes squeezing shut. She knew he was close and that was good. She had 2 minutes left to make him cum. She bore down hard with her muscles and rode him faster, gyrating her hips. She was nearing an orgasm that she knew she wasn’t allowed to have, but she didn’t care. The fullness of her husband’s… no master’s , cock inside her was something she wasn’t about to not enjoy. She felt him buck under her again, and he grabbed onto her hips and exploded inside of her. She could feel his cock pulsating in her as she began her own orgasm. He moaned louder, an occasional “fuck” escaping his lips as she contracted around him, constricting him like a boa. It was fantastic. She finally calmed and collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily. Once she was out of the throes of her orgasm, he lightly tapped her on her forehead. She looked up at him, a pleased smile on her face. But she was met with a pleased smile of his own. She glanced at his right hand, which was calmly tapping the top of the clock.

    “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid you’re a minute too late” he chuckled.
     
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    “And not only are you a minute too late… you also did something you weren’t allowed to do. I’m afraid this calls for punishment.” He said calmly. She knew the minute too late thing was bullshit. She had him off in time. He was just toying with her. But the part about her doing something she wasn’t allowed to was true. She had an orgasm, and she wasn’t permitted to. But it was well worth it. He slid off of the bed, his legs not quite steady as he stood. He motioned for her to sit up, but when she didn’t comply, he grabbed her by her nipple rings and sat her up.

    “I’m disappointed in you,” he lied, “that just wasn’t good enough. And not only was it not good enough, but you obviously enjoyed it more than I did.” He dipped a finger into her dripping cunt and lifted it to her face. “Look how wet you are. Did you enjoy that orgasm? What a silly question, of course you did you selfish slut.” He stuck the finger in her mouth and she could taste the mixture of their fluids together. Semen was never a big favorite of hers, but she was beginning to like it just as much as she was beginning to like the taste of her own juices.

    “Those aren’t just mine, you know.” As soon as the phrase left her lips she knew she was in trouble. Inside she smiled at her smartassedness, but outside she looked frightened.

    “What did you say?” he thundered in her face, “Was that insubordination I just heard? What a smart mouthed little bitch you are.” She frowned at the word bitch, but knew it was all in fun. She cast her eyes to the floor, but he grabbed her chin and forced her to look in his eyes once again, “You want to be a bitch? Then I’ll treat you like one. ON THE FLOOR.” He yelled this so loudly that it made her jump. She dropped to her knees on the floor in front of him and waited.

    “On all fours you filthy whore. You’re a bitch, remember?”

    She had actually forgotten the other connotation of the word bitch, but was soon reminded. He walked to the bag of supplies and pulled out one of the heavy chains. He clipped it to the collar around her neck and jerked her forward. She fell to her elbows but scrambled back to her hands before he started to drag her. He led her around the room, on all fours, like he was walking the family dog. He stopped in front of the big bay window in their room and flung the curtains open. She thought about the neighbors looking in, even though they were on the second floor, and she blushed and ducked below the window ledge.

    “Sit up and beg like a good dog.” He said, tugging on her leash and pulling her onto her knees. Her breasts were now level with the window ledge and could be visible to anyone looking. She put her hands on the windowsill for balance and he spanked her ass hard. “No paws on the window!” he snapped, “Now beg for me.”

    She tried to remember what a dog might look like if it was begging. Getting a mental image, she put her hands up in front of her breasts and bent them at the wrists. He slapped her again.

    “Don’t cover those up.” He snarled. She moved her arms to either side of her breasts and looked up at him.

    “Where are the puppy dog eyes? Where is the whimpering? I said BEG!” he commanded.

    She did her best to fake puppy dog eyes as she began to whimper and whine. He looked pleased, and she noticed that he was once again getting an erection. She was surprised that he could do it again. He had never been able to maintain an erection after he came, let alone get hard and cum again. She was delighted that the fun wasn’t over yet. She was just beginning to enjoy this.

    He noticed her smile a bit and looked down at himself. He grabbed his cock with his free hand and waggled it in her face. “Does the doggy want her bone?” he asked. She whimpered louder and began to pant, trying to look like an excited puppy.

    “Lets see that tail wag then,” he said, toying with his still sensitive cock. She hesitated for a moment and then began to wiggle her ass back and forth. “That’s a good girl. That’s my good little bitch.” He said, admiring her beautifully round ass wagging back and forth. She wagged for awhile and whimpered some more as he continued to play with himself. He wouldn’t let her touch him and that’s the only thing she wanted to do. Then he stopped tugging at his cock and looked down at her. She was still wagging her “tail” but she was getting tired.

    “Have you learned to watch your mouth now, bitch?” He asked. She nodded her head.

    “Good. Tell me, would you rather be my slut or my little bitch?”

    “I like them both.” She said, a little too boldly. He grabbed her by her nipples and yanked upwards. She stumbled to her feet, the heavy chain banging into the metal buckles on her boots. He grabbed her hands and in no time bound them behind her.

    “I’m glad to hear that,” he said, “but now its time to get on with your punishment. Get on the bed on your stomach and do not move.”
     
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    She clambered back onto the bed as best she could. She lay down on her stomach as she was told and didn’t move. He walked in front of her and disappeared into the bathroom. She heard the water begin to run in the bathtub and wondered what he was doing. After a few minutes, the water ceased and he came out, a cloud of billowing steam following him into the cool room. He adjusted the thermostat on the wall before closing the door behind him.

    “Did you move?” he inquired.

    “No master.” She replied, wondering if she should’ve spoken. He didn’t seem upset by her voice, but instead sat down on the bed beside her. His voice was calm as he spoke, stroking her cheek softly.

    “Do you know what a safe word is?” he asked. She nodded. He smiled and continued, “we’re going to establish one now, although we probably should’ve done it to start with. But from here on out, if you say no, I will not respond to you. You must use our safety word, ok?” She nodded again. “What shall we make our safe word my good little slave?” His calmness frightened her a little. She wondered why they would need a safe word now, after all they had already done. She shrugged her shoulders so he decided to pick one for her. “Ok, our safety word is blue. If you need to stop, just say blue. Remember that I won’t respond to anything else. Do we understand?” She nodded, trying to embed the word blue in her mind as her saving grace.

    “Do you remember earlier when you said you wanted me to come somewhere other than in your mouth? Did you get it where you wanted it?” He asked. She nodded yes to both questions. “I’m glad you were satisfied, but I didn’t get to put it where I wanted. This time I will. During all this, you are not to move unless I tell you to. No noise unless I say you may speak or you will be punished. Are we clear?” She nodded again, feeling like all this nodding was going to make her head fall off. She got the point earlier, she really didn’t need the rules restated. Feeling satisfied that she understood, he climbed behind her on the bed. He stuck a finger into her pussy and lifted her to her knees by it. He positioned her like earlier, once again shackling her wrists to her ankles. A knot of worry began to form in her stomach, remembering what had happened earlier in this position. But she was confident that she could take the slim vibrator without much discomfort. She felt his hands on either one of her asscheeks as he spread them open. But instead of the vibrator, she felt his tongue licking her asshole. She squirmed forward, it tickled outrageously. She stifled a giggle, but not well enough and he slapped her ass hard. Hard enough to rock her over onto her side to the point where she almost fell over. He steadied her and then began to lick again. His fingers were exploring her pussy, dipping in and smearing their mixture of fluids all over her lips and clit. He found her swelling nub with his thumb and began to massage it. Then he turned onto his back and slid beneath her. His thumb replaced his tongue on her ass and his mouth was working her cunt. He began to lick their juices from her soft skin, reveling in the flavor. He had never tasted his own semen before, but combined with her juices, it was heaven on his tastebuds. He lapped at her hungrily, and once he was satisfied that she was clean, he pulled down on her ass with his hands so that her clit was easier to reach. He sucked it into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. She held back a moan that was dangerously close to escaping her mouth. It felt so good. Even his thumb pressing gently and rubbing on her hole felt good. She rocked back on her knees, arching her back to relieve the strain on her wrists. She looked down and saw him greedily eating her pussy. He opened his eyes, flashing her a glare, and she averted her gaze, staring at her right breast instead. He continued to play around on her clit, sucking it, flicking it with his tongue and gently nibbling it. His teeth felt exquisite on her burning little clit and she could feel herself begin to get wet again. He let up only long enough to say “you may cum if you like” and then continued his onslaught of delicious sensations to her clit. His thumb continued to work her ass, occasionally pressing hard enough to enter her slightly. He didn’t want to hurt her again. Not yet anyway. He felt her pussy begin to get hot and swell around his working tongue and he knew she was about to cum. He sucked her clit into his mouth one last time and suddenly the orgasm hit her. She rocked forward and fell onto her face and shoulder, she was trying not to yell.

    “Scream for me baby,” he mumbled, his mouth full of her cunt. She did as she was told and a scream escaped her lips. He bit down lightly on her nub and she screamed again and bucked against his face. She was quaking all over as he sucked harder on it. A low guttural growl came out of her as her orgasm reached its peak and then slowly died off. He licked gently on her pussy, getting his face and mouth full of her juices. When she was finished her orgasm, he slid out from underneath her and flipped her over. He pressed his mouth to hers and she hungrily accepted it, drinking in her juices and reveling in his amazing tongue. He wiped the remainder of it off of his face and unhooked one of her hands. Testing the distance and being satisfied, he clipped it to the ring on her corset by her navel. It was just far enough away from her clit to be annoying without the use of the vibrator. He hoped she could hold onto it because she was going to need it.



    Chapter 23



    She was like dead weight when he tried to flip her over again. The combination of her exhaustion from the orgasm and the fact that her hands were bound made it difficult for her to help him. He finally managed to turn her over and prop her up on the pillows so that she wasn’t suffocating. He brushed a few stray hairs away from her sweaty brow and kissed her. She smiled and to her surprise he smiled back. “I love you.” He said. All she could do was nod, but he understood. Climbing behind her, he reminded her of the safety word, turned the vibrator on and placed it in her upturned hand beneath her.

    “You may use this if you choose to. You may cum if you want to or are able to. You may not move or speak unless I say so. I know you understand, so lets begin.”

    She felt the familiar cold of the lube splash onto her ass again. She wondered what he was going to put in there if she was holding the vibrator. She figured he had another toy in mind, one she could probably handle, so she closed her eyes and tried to relax. She felt him shifting around behind her, and felt his thumb push against her hole and pop inside. Once again, it felt like sandpaper and she let out a whimper. He grabbed the cat from the floor and flogged her with it.

    “I said no noise.” The harsh tone was back in his voice again. He worked his thumb a bit more, and then applied more lube. Then she heard a squishing sound and thought he was applying lube to something else. The sloppy noise ceased and she felt him shift again, his thumb popping painfully out of her ass. Not satisfied with her position, he pushed down roughly on her back and forced her to flatten out as much as her restraints would allow.

    “Do you know what I’m going to do to you slave?” he asked. She didn’t answer. He got off the bed and walked to where she could see him. He wagged his cock in her face and she could see that it was glistening with lube. “Do you see this?” he asked again. She nodded. “Do you see how hard you make it?” he asked. She nodded again. “Do you want to feel this rock hard cock inside you?’ he asked. She nodded her head vigorously.

    “I’m so very glad to hear that.” Immediately, she knew what she had just agreed to. She began to sit up, but he forced her back down. He grabbed the chain that was still dangling from her collar and pulled it around behind her. It turned her collar around to the back and pulled against her throat. She could still breathe, but she couldn’t speak. It was silencing her voicebox. She strained against it, trying to give it more room so that she could cry out but her bound hands wouldn’t help her up. I couldn’t use the safety word even if I wanted to she thought. I can’t even talk! Just before panic set in, he released her leash and it fell with a pleasing clink to the bed. He wanted her to panic a little, it made it more fun for him. He watched her eyes widen while he was pulling back on the leash. He had been relatively nice to her for the past half hour, now it was time for him to become Master again. He chuckled to himself as she caught her breath, only to let it out in a heavy sigh when he stuck his middle finger back in her ass. He chuckled at this too.

    “You don’t like that, do you, slave?” he asked. “You don’t like my big rough fingers in there do you? Well let’s see if you like something else in there.”
     
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    The dread sank into her stomach as she felt the head of his cock pushing at her puckered hole. As soon as she felt this, she wanted to say the safety word, but she couldn’t. She knew it was blue, and she knew that this would all be over in a heartbeat if she only said it. But something in her mind wouldn’t let her say it. Even as he forced the very tip of his cock into her tight little ass and the first trickles of pain washed down over her legs causing goosebumps, she still couldn’t say the word.

    What the hell is wrong with me? I don’t want this! He’s going to hurt me and I don’t want it! I don’t want it… do I?

    She couldn’t possibly want it. This was something even too taboo for her. She had heard the stories of the pain and had heard all the horrific tales from her friends, yet for some reason, her brain wouldn’t respond to them. She was afraid and unsure, but as she subconsciously touched the vibrator to her clit and felt those pleasureful waves wash over her, she realized that she was welcoming the pain. This is what she wanted. She never imagined that pain would feel this good.

    He was trying to be careful not to rush things, he didn’t want to hurt her too much. He was trying to gauge her reaction by her facial expression. But as he was sliding a little deeper into her, he saw her close her eyes and a faint smile curved her luscious lips. He almost came at the sight of her enjoying this. For a moment he stopped to make sure he had seen it right, but as he quit his forced entry, the smile faded and she opened her eyes. She looked up at him, almost pleading with him. At that, he drove the rest of his cock into her ass. Her mouth opened in a grimace, but no sound came out. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her bottom lip. He pulled all the way out and she frowned. Displeased that she was displeased, he dove back into her again. She gasped and he slapped her ass hard. Biting her bottom lip against the pain, she continued to work her clit with the vibrator. The combination of pain and pleasure was driving her wild. All these new sensations and feelings were too much and she screamed her way into her first orgasm. He balanced himself on the bed as she bucked back against him, her ass swallowing his cock. The look on her face was one of sheer ecstasy and twisted pain. She had barely finished her orgasm when he began to pound her. His balls slapped at her pussy as she slid the vibrator on her clit in perfect time with his thrusts.

    “I told you no noise!” he panted and slapped her ass hard. She bit down on the pillow to keep from screaming again. He pulled completely out of her and held her asscheeks open. Her once tiny little hole now gaped at him.

    “Look at you, you filthy whore” he growled, “look at you enjoying me sticking it in your ass. You like that don’t you, you dirty little slut. You like it when I fuck your ass don’t you?” She didn’t reply. He knocked her over onto her side and she dropped the vibrator. He grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head up to look at him. “Answer me!” he thundered.

    “Yes…” she choked out, hardly able to catch her breath.

    “Yes what slut? Say it!” he barked at her.

    “I love you when you fuck my ass! I love to feel your hard cock stuffing my hole! I love being your dirty slut!” she screamed at him.

    He rolled her onto her back and uncuffed her hands from their current position and then cuffed them again over her head. He grabbed the chain off of her collar and ran it through the headboard, clipping it back onto her wrists. She was now tethered to the headboard. He rolled her ass up in the air, practically folding her in half. She started to ask for her vibrator back, but he stuffed the tie gag back in her mouth. Her juices had dried on it and it tasted unpleasantly salty. She spit it out and he slapped her, stuffing it back in her mouth. Again she spit it out, and again he slapped her, but before he could stuff it back in her mouth she belted out “Soak it in my cum before you gag my filty mouth again!”

    He blinked in surprise. His wife was no longer his wife, nor his slave… she had become some sort of animal before him. Filled with lust and greed, she was an object of beauty. He grinned wildly and stuffed the tie in her pussy. He pulled it out, inspected it to make sure it was good and wet, and then stuffed it back in her mouth. She groaned with pleasure and he grabbed her nipples and tweaked them, indicating she should be quiet. She defiantly groaned again, so he stuffed his cock back in her ass. She screamed against the gag, her eyes clenching shut hard. A tear rolled down her cheek and he stopped immediately. He looked at her with genuine concern, that is until she glared at him and then pleaded with her eyes for him to continue.

    “Are you sure you’re ok?” he asked. She nodded vigorously and pushed her ass up to him. He took the hint and dove back in.
     
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    It only took a few minutes for him to reach the point of no return. She began to orgasm and her ass clenched him hard. For what seemed like an eternity, she continued to writhe below him, screaming out her orgasm. And finally he was ready to cum. He pulled out of her and in a flash was straddling her face. With a few quick strokes of his hand, he exploded his white, hot semen all over her face and tits. She looked surprised, not expecting him to do that. But she found that she loved it, so she closed her eyes. It was hot and sticky and it flowed over her like a wave of foam. It got in her hair and over her left eye. It was on her gag and she could feel it seeping in around the edges of her lips. She spit her gag out and licked savagely at his cock. He was milking the last bit out of it when she strained her head up and took the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked on it. His hips bucked forward and he momentarily fucked her face until he was totally spent. He rolled off of her and almost careened off the edge of the bed. His knees were weak and his head was spinning. That was the most powerful orgasm he’d ever had. He gazed over at his wife, seeing that she too had had enough. She was breathing heavily and her glazed tits heaved up and down with every breath. He rolled over and unhooked her hands and uncuffed her, throwing the leather restraints and chain to the floor. He unbuckled her collar, which was now soaked with his cum. As she lay there panting and grimacing from the pain, he carefully undressed her, laying her corset and boots well out of the way. Her leather thong finally made its way completely off of her body and joined the rest of the delicious outfit on the floor. Standing, he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. Once inside, she felt the warmth of the room. He slid the shower door open with his foot and tested the water with is toe. Finding it no longer boiling hot, he gently placed her in the tub. She sank gratefully into the warm water, feeling it soothe her throbbing asshole. He picked up the wash cloth and soaped it up, then he gently began to wash her body. He scrubbed her face, getting all of his semen off of her. Then he rinsed her face off as to not get soap in her eyes. He gently cleaned the rest of her body and then began to massage her. His fingers dipped into the water and found her exhausted clit. Gently he began to massage it. She leaned against him and moaned into his shoulder. He kept working her clit, gently kissing her forehead until she came. It was not as intense as the others, but he could tell by the way she dug her fingernails into his back that it felt good. The pain from her fingers felt good to him too. Once she was totally exhausted, he finished scrubbing her, having her lift her ass off the bottom of the tub so that he could gently clean the lube off of it. He toyed with her hole a little bit, but she looked pained, so he decided not to do any more damage today. He let the water out of the tub and gathered her to her feet. He climbed in next to her and turned the shower on.

    “I just want to ask one last thing of you slave.” He said.

    She opened her sleepy eyes and looked at him.

    “Will you please wash me off, you have made me quite a mess.” He smiled.

    She knelt down and began to wash the lube from his groin. He took her pony tail down and wet her long hair and began to shampoo it for her to get his semen out of it. She scrubbed every inch of him and when she was satisfied, she took his limp cock in her mouth and began to suck gently on it. He leaned back into the water and moaned, massaging her scalp. She moaned too, the feeling of his fingers working in her hair sending shivers down her spine. He began to get hard again, but he stopped her short. She looked up at him, careful not to get shampoo in her eyes, and pleaded with him.

    “No baby, no more. I’m very tired. You’ve done enough for me tonight and I couldn’t be happier with you. You were a very good slave and I’m very proud of you.”

    She smiled at him and got to her feet. He finished rinsing her hair and she finished washing him. The climbed out of the shower and playfully dried each other off. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. She was magnificent. She had made his wildest fantasy come true. He had hoped he hadn’t pushed her too far. This was something that he wanted to repeat. The look in her eyes told him that there was nothing to worry about. He relaxed and gave her a piggyback ride into the bedroom. Dropping her onto the bed, he climbed on top of her and kissed her deeply. He wrapped his fingers lovingly in her soft hair and pulled her close to him. He rolled over, with her in his arms and shortly thereafter, they both fell asleep.



    Chapter 26



    The next morning, she awoke first and scurried to the kitchen to make breakfast. On her way, she tripped over the steel stiletto boots and crashed into her nightstand. Shooting a quick look over her shoulder she looked to see if she had woken her husband. Satisfied by his faint snoring, she gave one last longing look at his gorgeous nude body and headed down the stairs. He chuckled a little and rolled over, having watched her nearly kill herself bounding out of bed.

    She had just finished putting the last plate of food out and getting the coffee when he rounded the corner. He was dressed in her favorite pair of faded jeans and nothing else. His curly black hair was glistening, an indication that he had showered. She could smell his cologne as he walked towards her, and she breathed it in heavily. She loved the smell of him. He kissed her longingly, never speaking, and sat down at the table. They ate in silence occasionally catching long looks from one another. When breakfast was finished, he got up to clear the table.

    “I’ll be right back, I’m going to get changed.” She said. He nodded as she took the steps two by two. He heard the bedroom door slam shut and her footsteps above them. He finished cleaning the table off and was putting the dishes in the dishwasher when he heard her enter the kitchen and walk towards him with a faint clicking sound. He turned and saw her once again dressed in her corset and heels.

    “Honey, you don’t have to…” but she silenced him with one perfectly painted fingernail. Her hair was back, her makeup done, and the look in her eyes was fierce. She leaned in and kissed him, biting his lower lip. He cried out and she pinched his nipple between her fingernails. He grabbed her hand and was immediately cuffed. Trying to protest with his other hand, he was cuffed again, and his wrists bound together. He didn’t understand.

    “What’s the matter boy?” she asked, “Are you afraid?”

    He shook his head, beginning to understand.

    “Last night was your treat… today its mine.” An evil smile curved her lips as she said that last word, lingering on it. She then attached the still semen soaked collar to his neck and led him through the house by his leash.
     
  15. BrokenHalo

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    Later that evening she went out to get the mail. She was exhausted, but pleased that she could handle being a good little slave and a bad ass Mistress. Her husband was snoring softly on the living room floor, his head propped up on the soft pillows and his hands cuffed behind his back. She giggled to herself and quickened her pace down the driveway. Her young next door neighbor was out mowing the lawn for his parents. He was a senior in high school, about ready to graduate. She gave him a little wave when he looked up at her. She grabbed the mail from the box and started to head back to the house when he stopped the mower and trotted to the fence.

    “Evening Mrs. W!” he panted.

    “Evening Jake.” She replied, smiling.

    “Hey, I was wondering, would you mind if I mowed your lawn for a couple bucks every week? I’m trying to raise some money for my graduation bash.” He said.

    “Kegger, huh?” she laughed “I’ll have to ask the hubby, but I’m sure it’ll be ok. How about you do it tomorrow?”

    “Well,” he looked at the ground, “I was kinda hoping I could do it today since I’m already mowing. You see, I was looking out my window last night and noticed that your grass is getting really long. Would today be ok?”

    She paused for a minute, and then replied, “Sure, that would be fine.” Then she thought a little more, “Which window is your’s again? You say you have a view of my backyard?” She swallowed hard, knowing that her bedroom window faced the backyard and the back of her neighbor’s house.

    “It’s the 3rd floor window that faces your house,” he said, “I have the attic room. Its sweet.” He smiled innocently.

    She gulped again, and blushed, wondering if he had seen anything the night before when her husband had stood in front of the window naked and then had her kneel and beg like a puppy. Her embarrassment passed and she thought it absurd to worry about it as she told him today would be fine to mow the lawn. She told him to knock on the back door when he was finished so she could pay him. He thanked her and trotted off. She had reached the front door and was about to go inside when she heard him call her name again. She turned and saw him smiling broadly.

    “Oh by the way Mrs. W… love the piercings.”
     
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    Wow, great finish to the story!:drool: I liked the part with the neighbor, mmm, where could that thought have come from?:mamoru:
     
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    Oh... I don't know... :mamoru:
     
  18. SPLOOGE!!! You're an awesome writer! The only thing I noticed was in the epilogue she went to get the mail later in the evening and the kid and her exchanged "Good morning" greetings.
     
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    BrokenHalo New Member

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    ack... I didn't even notice that. Thank you!
     
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    The Secretary My domestic skills will rock your socks off!

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    I really liked your story, it was very yummy. I wish i could have read it straight through and not have to tend to life. haha i got quite hot over it.
     
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    Damn I like that story! :bigthumb: Wonderful job
     
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    I just finished it, I was late to work today because of youre stupid story! Hope your happy.

    I loved it.



    He laughed, “Baby, I would never hit you for smiling at me. I love when you smile. This is all just a game. Outside of this bedroom, after this game, things will be like they always were. But right now, I’m not your husband and you’re not my wife.” He bent closer to her and whispered in her ear, “I am your master, and you are my slave.”

    ^ That was the best part. Reminded me of good times :)
     
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    great...absolutly wonderful. best ive read yet...but damn you, i'm gonna have to wait a while to get up and get a pen from my bookbag....
     
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    :mamoru: I'm so glad you guys liked it :naughty:


    PS led... I'm ecstatic :rofl:
     

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