Linda didn't pay her husband's words any mind. He had been spouting similar ones for the last two years of their marriage and had never done more than that. He was all talk and no show. Many a time Linda wished that he would do more than just talk.
"If you can't keep your hands to yourself, I'll just leave you home from now on. Why in the hell did you make a pass at my boss?"
"Because he's cute."
"Cute? My God, Linda, don't you know I'm in danger of losing my job? And you come on to Bill like some whore. What do you think that will do to my chances of staying around?"
"Most likely, it will help your chances. He's got the hots for me, or haven't you noticed with your sniffing around Clara's skirts all day? Besides, he's the type of guy that goes out and gets what he wants. Hell, his wife did everything but kneel at his feet today."
"Damn it, Linda, I've taken about all I'm gonna take from you. Your ass is gonna pay."
"Sure it will, Tom. It's going to get tired of sitting around while you make something of your life. Did it ever occur to you that you don't have the balls to do well in your job? Or your marriage? Or in your relationships with others? Hell, if you've got the hots for Clara, why don't you do something about it instead of harping on me? Hell, fuck her and get it over with. She'd probably love you cock and willingly spread her legs to allow entry. But that's the only way it will happen. You sure as hell won't force yourself on her because you don't have the balls for that. Or for much else either, in fact."
Tom will never know what made him snap just then, but to this day he has never regretted it. His wife had no more than gotten the word 'fact' out of her mouth than his hand connected with it.
Linda's head snapped sideways, slammed into the window and bounced off it like a kid's rubber ball. With the pain of the blow to her mouth and the ringing in her head it took her a moment to realize that her lip was bleeding. AND her cunt was dripping.
She had intentionally married the soft-spoken Tom Wilson because of an overbearing father who had ruled his family with an iron hand. But after two years of tender loving care with Tom, she had come to the conclusion that she was very similar to her mother. She wanted a strong-willed man in her life and had recently been pushing him beyond his breaking point to see what he would do. Now she knew. And loved it.
"I'm sorry, honey. You're right, I shouldn't have come on to your boss like that. And you were right to hit me for it." Damn her cunt was a swamp. The main question though was, would that one hit be it?
"Damn right you deserved it. You've turned into a veritable bitch lately and it's time something was done about it."
As the heat of the moment passed Tom finally realized what had happened. Not just hitting his wife, but her reaction to that hit. As he drove the remaining miles home his mind was working over what had happened and he began to think real hard.
Linda had been a different person in the last three months. In fact since they had come back from visiting her folks she had been a real bitch. It was almost... Yea, almost like she was begging to be punished.
But when they were in Nebraska she had toed the line. Her father had seen to that. She didn't sass back, or complain, or bitch about him not providing for her like she had before they drove out there. And since they had come back to New York it was like she was daring him to do something about her actions.
Well, he had finally done something. He had hit her, and she had said that he had the right to do that. Was that it? Did she want him to be like her father?
Well, one way to find out. Turning to face his wife, he said, "Get your ass in the back seat. You don't deserve to ride with me." Would she do it?
He saw her green eyes widen. Saw her sudden intake of breath. Saw her tongue flick out and lick a dot of blood off. And then he saw her lower her eyes as if in submission.
"Yes, Tom," were her only words as she unfastened the seat belt and turned around in the seat. Because she had a dress on she couldn't step over the seat, so she went head first. Which naturally left her ass on the top of the front seat before her legs could follow, and he couldn't resist. As her ass slid over the front seat he gave her ass a swat. That swat seemed to have frozen her. Her ass remained over the top of the seat as if begging for another one to land. He didn't know if it was that or the simple fact that he had startled her into immobility, but he didn't take the chance. He hit her ass again before he added, "Move it."
"Yes, Tom," came her reply as she finally slid the rest of her body over the seat, squirmed around and sat in the middle of the back seat.
"Not on the seat. Get your ass on the floor where you belong. Now."
He watched in the mirror in amazement as again she complied as she slid out of view. He heard her clothes rustle around as she indeed laid down on the floor of the back seat as ordered.
Ordered? Was that it? Was that what she had been looking for him to do? Order her around like her father did her mom? Was that what she had been hoping he would do for the last three months? Was that why she had been acting like a bitch? Was all of that her way of asking him to take charge? Like her father?
"How are you laying?"
"I'm... I'm on my back."
"Wrong. You belong on your stomach. Move it."
"Yes, Tom."
The next thing he heard was the rustle of her clothes again as she rolled over. Ass up on the back floor of the car as he sped down the highway. Well, hell, let's see how far he could go. "Your ass had better be pointed toward the ceiling."
"It... it is Tom."
"And it had better be bare."
"Bare?"
"Yea, bare ass naked. Move it, or you'll be real sorry when we get home." Tom listened. She didn't say anything, but a few seconds later he again heard her clothes moving around. "Are you bare ass naked yet?"
"Ya... yes."
"Prove it. Stick your ass up in the air so I can feel it." His cock was threatening to break out of his slacks as he brought his hand over the top of the seat and lowered it.
Before he had stretched as far as possible his hand encountered flesh. He turned his hand a bit, felt the crack of her ass, then gave it a gentle pat before he brought his hand up and then brought it back down as hard as possible.
A slight gasp from his wife was her only response. So he did it again. "Did you deserved that?"
"Yes, Tom. I deserved it."
"Damn right. Just keep your ass there. If someone happens to see it, you deserve that too, don't ya?"
"I... yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Tom."
"Wrong. My name is Sir. Isn't it?"
"Yes... sir."
"That's more like it. Make sure you remember it."
"Yes, sir."
That time she said it much faster. Almost. Almost as if she meant it. As if she wanted him to make her say it.
Ten minutes later he was pulling into the garage. His wife's ass was still waving in the air. He had checked it as they pulled into their small subdivision just to make sure she didn't lower it when Mr. Johnson yelled "HP as they drove by. There was little doubt that Johnson had seen his wife's ass because Johnson's eyes had almost popped out of his head before he gave Tom a very approving smile.
Tom pushed the garage door button and the door closed behind his car as he sat there for a moment thinking, his hand still resting on his wife's ass.
He had three months, no make that two years, to make up for. And now seemed the time to start making it up. His wife was bare assed. She hadn't argued since he had hit her mouth. In fact he could hear her heavy breathing. She did want this. She really did want him to be the boss. And after the way she had been acting, especially today at the company picnic, she was going to get it. In spades. "Don't move until I tell you to. Understand?"
"Yes, sir."
Well, she had sure answered that, and quickly, so what few doubts he still had were erased. He got out of the car and walked into their house, leaving his wife precisely as she had been for the last twenty minutes or more-naked ass pointing in the air. He had plans for that ass. Yes indeed, he did.
Walking through the house Tom saw more evidence of her recent neglect. Or was it her recent silent plea for discipline? Whatever, he wasn't going to take her shit anymore. No siree.
Making his way to the living room, seeing more evidence of her lack of responsibilities, he stopped short as he saw the high-backed chair covered with his shirts that needed to be ironed.
That sight gave him an idea. Tugging his shirt out of his pants he quickly made his way to their bedroom, opened the closet, grabbed a handful of neckties, and went back downstairs, then to the garage.
The garage door opener light was still burning, which made it easy to see that Linda was still in place. God, what a sight! Walking to the passenger side, he opened the back door. Leaning in, he gave her ass a hefty swat. A slight gasp, a rocking back and forth on her knees and then utter stillness were her only responses. So he hit her ass again. She gave the same responses, but this time he could see his handprint on her white skin.
"Get your ass in the living room, and it had better be visible the entire distance."
Tom watched in amazement as Linda more-or-less crawled out of the car, feet and ass first. As soon as her feet touched the cement floor her hands came behind her to hold her skirt at her waist. Her hair was one hell of a mess. As she turned to walk into the family room she left her scent in her wake. The scent of an aroused female. She smelled hot to trot.
Tom followed her all the way to the living room, watching his handprint twitch and wiggle the entire distance as she kept her skirt around her waist the whole way. She stopped in the middle of the room.
"What's that?"
For the first time since leaving the car, Linda looked at her husband and saw his finger point at a pile of unironed shirts thrown across the back of the high-backed wooden chair that her father had given them last Christmas. It seemed like a ridiculous question to her. "It's your shirts."
"Right. And why are they there?"
"Because... I haven't ironed them."
"Again correct. But tell me, how long have they been there?"
"About five days."
"And when did I ask you to iron them for me?"
"I... I don't remember."
"I do. It was four days ago. I wanted that blue and white one for a sale's meeting. And it is still there, decorating our living room instead of what I wanted. And what about that mess? It's been there for three days. Just take a look around you. What do you see? I'll tell you, you see one hell of a messy house."
"And as of now it. will stop. This place will be kept clean or you won't be able to sit on your lazy ass all day loafing. So right now, go over to that chair, remove the shirts then place yourself over the back of the chair, ass up."
To be truthful Linda had conflicting thoughts and emotions. In a sense she was angry, because she didn't like to be criticized in any manner. But she had done as he had said. She did look around and the room, hell the whole house, was a mess. Part of her wanted to fight back, to stand up for herself. But another part was silently applauding him for finally acting like a man. But her most obvious response was horniness.
Feeling a bit foolish, she walked to the shirt draped chair and took the shirts to set them aside, but was interrupted by his word, "I can't see your ass."
Quickly, she place the shirts in one hand and raised her skirt again with the other. She placed the shirts on another chair then walked back to the high-backed one. A quick look at Tom, seeing his expression, she nervously bent over the back of the chair. Ass high and precisely on top, as she stood on her toes and placed her hands on the chair arms. She felt like a two year old. A very horny two year old.
Tom was still amazed. He still found it hard to believe her actions, or his for that matter. But something in him had change and it would never be the same. It was a totally new life-plan that was taking shape.
Walking over to Linda, he sat down in the chair and leaned back. "Lick and kiss my ears while I tie your hands to the chair."
It was a simple statement, but oh the implications. As they were almost face to face it was easy for both of them to observe the other. Tom's eyes showed challenge. Linda's showed submission. And as she brought her tongue and lips to his right ear she flattened her wrists as much as possible on the arms of the chair as he sat sideways, offering up his ear but more importantly turning so he could tie her hands to the arms of the chair with his neckties.
When he was finished tying her wrists he turned to face her. Eye to eye, he asked, "You deserve a spanking, don't you? Not just for flirting with Bill, but for all of your recent behavior?"
He watched her, hell it was impossible not to considering how close they were to each other. Her face turned red in embarrassment. Maybe from her submissive position, but he thought it was most likely because of her reluctance to admit her errors.
But as he continued to stare in her eyes he saw her change. Her eyes could no longer look in his, as she seemed to stare at his lips a shutter ran through her as she said, "Yes, I deserve it."
"Is that how I told you to answer me?"
A puzzled look crossed her face, then it turned an even deeper red as she added, "Sir."
"Right." He reached up and pulled her hair away from her face, forcing her to look at him again as he said, "Now to tie your legs to the chair and begin your spanking. Right?"
A whispered, "Yes, sir," a lowering of her head and a slight body shutter were her responses as Tom rose to walk to the side of the chair. Bending down to wrap a tie around her ankle and the chair leg there was little doubt in his mind that Linda's cunt was dripping with arousal. By the time he finished tying her other ankle to the chair he could see a small trickle of woman juice oozing out of her cunt and start a path down her leg heading toward her knees wrapped in her underpants.
Standing up he walked to the stereo, tuned it to a hard rock station and turned it up high. Then back to Linda, "What do you deserve?"
Even over the loud music he heard her say, "A spanking.", but he wanted more. "Say it louder, bitch. What do you deserve?"
"I deserve a spanking, sir," came loud to his ears over the blaring music.
"Do you deserve to have your ass beat? Let me hear you say it."
"Yes. I deserve to have my ass beat, sir."
"Yes you do, and I'm gonna do it, and you're gonna keep screaming it out. I want Johnson to be able to hear you shout it. And if it isn't loud enough for him to hear it, I'll invite him over to witness it to make sure he can. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir," was her very loud answer as her ass twitched over the chair. Standing beside her Tom brought his hand down on her ass with a smacking clap. Instantly her ass turned red with his handprint as her shocked silence greeted him.
"I can't hear you. Should I leave now to get Johnson?"
A moment later her voice screamed over the blaring music. "I deserve to get my ass beat. Beat my ass."
Again he brought his hand down, picking a different spot.
"Beat my ass. I deserve to have it beaten."
And so it was. He used his hand again and again as her shouted words overlapped the music from the stereo and Tom wouldn't have been surprised if Johnson had been able to hear her.
Twenty-five. Forty. Then fifty times his hand landed. Her ass was beet red, her voice was cracking from overuse. Tears were running down her face splashing onto the chair cushion and cunt juice was coating her legs before he finally stopped, tore open his zipper and crammed his cock up her snatch as his fingers dug into her blouse and bra covered tits.
He grunted and groaned. She begged and pleaded for more.
Somewhere along the line Linda gave up her struggle with her pride. Her body and mind easily won over her pride as she at first admitted to herself that she was were she wanted to be.
Then as if some barrier had been ripped away, she totally committed herself to the erotic feelings that were being released from her, and she truly began to believe that she did indeed deserve to be punished, or rewarded as the case may be. And her screaming words proclaimed to all within hearing that she indeed deserved to be spanked and beaten by her husband for her misdeeds.
When his cock jammed up her swollen cunt she truly believed that she had received her just reward. Tom's cock was harder than she ever remembered it being and the forceful strokes that slammed into her sent her over the top again and again before he deposited his cream in her saturated swamp.
When Tom could force his legs to move him, he stumbled over to the couch and flopped down. The sweat was pouring off him. His hand was sore as hell, and he was gasping for air.
When he finally opened his eyes, what did he see? Linda. Linda draped over the back of the chair. Her hands and ankles tied to the chair. Her cunt was pressed into the top rung of the chair as if seeking the source of life. Her red ass was twitching in her afterglow as their combined juices were dribbling down her legs to be absorbed in her rolled panties. In fact a very appealing sight indeed.
A sight that he intended to enjoy more, as he reached over to the control, turned off the stereo and turned on the TV to watch the late night news. And it must be said, he watched his wife as much or more than the tube.
When the news was over he untied her and without being told she held her skirt at waist level the entire way to their bedroom. As Tom closed the door behind them, Linda turned around, grabbed him around the neck and drove their lips together in a passion that startled him.
But he quickly recovered as he squeezed her to him as his hand pulled up her skirt and felt her heated ass. Very few atom particles could have been present between their bodies as he realized that he wanted to fuck his wife again.
Within seconds they were naked upon the bed and again he was buried deep within her as they tore into each other with an almost overwhelming passion that had been missing from their lives for ages.
Chapter Two
The following morning being Sunday, Tom slept in late. In fact he didn't rise until 10:30 to an empty bed. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes he heard Linda downstairs. With a moan, he walked to the bathroom, relieved himself and stepped into his morning shower.
Stepping out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him, he made his way to the stairs. Passing the spare bedrooms his casual glance made him pause. They were clean. So was the guest bathroom. The dirty laundry was down the chute. The counter tops were clean. The towels were put away. The only thing undone was the floor needed vacuuming.
Smiling to himself he listened closer to the noises Linda was making. Damn, if it didn't sound like she was doing the dishes. And before he reached the bottom of the stairs he recalled all that had happened and been said last night. Evidently his complaints were finally being taken serious.
The stairs ended by the foyer, which in turn lead to the living room, so it was the first room he saw downstairs. It too was cleaned except for vacuuming. And as the noises and aromas came from the kitchen he was lead in that direction.
There in her cutoffs and tank top was Linda busily scouring the stove. The coffee was perking away in the corner. The kitchen was spanking clean, except for the remainder of the blackened stove top that she was cleaning. A quick peek into the dining room showed that she had been active in there too.
Well. No doubt about it. Last night's activities were bearing fruit. Never would he even consider stopping what had been started a few short hours ago. If Linda needed him to take charge, it would be his pleasure.
"What smells so good?"
"Oh, good morning, love. I baked your favorite coffee cake. Have a seat and as soon as I wash up I'll serve you breakfast."
Giving her a quick kiss on her cheek the mystified Tom did as told. His place at the table was set and in mild awe he took his seat. Shortly, before him was his morning coffee and his favorite walnut and iced coffee cake. Waiting for Linda to be seated, a smile light up his face. Her actions could not be misunderstood. Here was a woman doing all within her power to make her man happy. And damn, if she wasn't succeeding like hell.
Yes, sir, he would make sure that if he ever wanted any changes made to request them with his hand on his wife's ass.
Mild chitchat filled the morning meal, neither mentioning the previous evening's activities. But when he finished eating, Linda quickly cleared the table instead of leaving it for several hours as was her custom. As he read the paper there could be no doubt that Linda was finishing the last of the cleaning in the kitchen. The dishwasher was humming away and he could hear her sweeping the floor.
When he finished with the Sunday paper he went into the kitchen to inspect it and his wife. It was spotless. Linda was bent over placing a pan in a lower cabinet. The cutoffs were pulled up her ass by her bent position and he could easily see two reddish- purple spots revealed beneath the ragged fringes of her jeans. And inspiration struck. "Don't move," came from him as he walked across the tiled floor.
Linda hadn't heard him enter the kitchen so his order came as a complete surprise to her, but she did as ordered. She remained in her bent-over position in front of the cabinets as she heard him approach her. Instantly her cunt gave a twitch.
All morning she had had a dripping cunt as she remembered the night before. The pain and the passions that had been wrought from her. As she had awoken at 7:00 she had made an instant decision: she would be a better wife and companion to her husband. If Tom wanted a clean house, he would have one. If he wanted to beat her ass for her misdeeds, she would willingly raise it for his hand. If he continued to be as passionate, demanding, assertive, and in control of her, she would willingly submit.
Never had she been so aroused as the two times last night when they had made love, and being basically a greedy person, she wanted it to continue. If it took a sore ass to accomplish it, so be it. She wanted those feelings to continue forever and ever.
So when he came upon her unexpected and told her not to move while her ass was waving in the air, hardly covered by her fringed cutoffs, she was more than willing to comply. Her hand released the pan into the cabinet but otherwise she remained still. Except for her emotions, they were tumbling all over the place inside her. All were pleasant emotions.
Would he hit her ass again? Would he inspect his 'handy work'? She had. It had been quite a sight in the mirror. Her ass was more than just red. It showed definite signs of turning black and blue by what she had received. And quite honestly she admitted to herself that she liked the looks of it that color, or colors as the case may be.
Tom was still somewhat amazed by Linda's actions, and his, but gave them little thought as he quickly covered the distance between them. His hand reached out to touch her slightly exposed ass. His fingers caressed the darkening spots that were visible. He touched them very gently in fact, as if he didn't want to cause her more pain, but that wasn't the real reason. No the real reason he touched her so lightly was he wanted to see if he could 'feel' them. Would her skin feel different?
He was surprised, because it did feel different. It was firmer than normal as if it was swollen. A closer inspection revealed that indeed it was swollen to some extent. Slightly warm, too. But as his fingers continued to caress her he knew that it should be swollen and warm, it had taken quite a bit last night. All skin swells and warms up when injured, and her ass had definitely been injured.
"Stand up, remove your jeans, then bend back over." Another simple statement with vast implications. Seconds later it was a fact. Tom again brought his hand to her ass but now he could see and feel all of it. Even to a casual observer it would be obvious that Linda's ass had been the recipient of one hell of a spanking. And he was endowed with one hell of a hard-on, but decided to wait. "When you are done vacuuming the house, I want to talk to you."
"Yes, sir."
As Tom started to walk away Linda reached for her jeans and began to step into them, and Tom got another idea. "Who told you to put them back on?"
"I... ahhh no one, sir."
"Then don't. You can vacuum without them on, can't you?"
"I... ahh yes, sir, I can."
"Fine. Then do it. And I had better not see you closing any curtains either. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good, so finish cleaning the house. I'll be outside trimming the hedges like I planned. I expect the house to be clean when I come back in."
"Yes, sir. It will be."
"Good."
As Tom left the house and went to the garage Linda had another very serious discussion with herself. There was no doubt in her mind that she would do as told but she had a lingering feeling of rebellion that kept trying to rise within her. Truly she wanted Tom to run her life, and if last night's passions were any indication of his responses, she wanted it more than ever.
But it was hard to be suddenly submissive for a person who had always prided herself in her determination and drive. It was hard to set aside her pride for her passions. What if one of their neighbors happened to walk by and see her bruised ass walking around the house as she vacuumed? What would she do? Or the neighbor? Would it change her life so very much? Indeed it would. And could she live with that change? Again the answer was, indeed she could. She could do almost anything to keep things like last night's overwhelming level.
A quick look at the clock showed it to be about one. She had been working her ass off for over six hours, and the results were many. The one result that she couldn't ignore at all was her dripping cunt.
Just thinking about last night kept her juices flowing and she thought about it as she got out the vacuum and drug it upstairs and began.
Tom had started in the back, then worked his way to the front of the house. Every buzz of the hedge clippers reminded him of Linda's buzzing cunt of last night. Never had she been so responsive. Nor had he. There was no longer any doubts as to how his marriage would be conducted from now on. He would be in charge. But what if Linda was to damn good at her responsibilities that he wasn't afforded another chance to spank her ass and get those wonderful feelings again? Should he spank her just because he wanted to? Or should they be kept as punishment only?
Working his way to the bushes along the front of the house he happened to glance in the living room and what did he see? Words are inadequate. Linda was indeed vacuuming. An unusual sight it was too. She was wearing her tube top, sandals and a bruised ass. Nothing else.
Holding the clippers above the hedges he stared at his wife. The longer he stared the more he wished he had told her to remove the tube top too. Would that ever be a sight! Linda had one hell of a set of knockers. It would be nice to view them too.
"I say, ol' man, what in the blazes is going on with you two?" came from Johnson, breaking into Tom's voyeurism.
"Wha' what?"
"Come on Tom, I'm not blind. In fact I came to the conclusion that you wanted me to see Linda's ass yesterday. And if I wasn't mistaken, it had a definite imprint of a hand on it, as if someone had given it a smarting smack." As he was speaking, Johnson turned to see what Tom had been staring at so intently. He too stared with avid interest.
Both remained silent for several second until Johnson said, "Well, I obviously didn't see the end results. You laid into her ass quite well, ol' man. Has it made a difference in your relationship?"
"Wha... what do you mean?"
"Come on Tom, I live next door. I've seen you two together. Have you finally taken charge of your marriage? By the looks of Linda's ass, you have, and it's about time, if I say so myself. You have my congratulations, even if you are late in asserting yourself. Better late than never I always say. So are you going to stand there with your mouth open all day, or are you going to answer me?"
Tom had not been prepared in the least for Johnson's interruption. In fact he was in daze watching Linda through the window as Johnson spoke. But finally the words began to make sense in his brain. Male ego aside, he was proud of Johnson's words.
"As you say, I've finally taken charge. And", giving him a devilish smile, "the results are fantastic to say the least."
"Not surprising to me. I've always said that a woman is never happier than when her man is a man and not a dishrag. They need it. It's a natural born instinct in them. Oh they may think that this women's lib stuff is great, but deep down they want to be treated with a firm hand. Hell, God made them weaker, smaller and dependant upon man, why should they fight it? As I say, it's natural for them. And I'm pleased that you finally caught on, perhaps now the other women in the neighborhood will settle down. Now that Linda is in her proper place."
"What in the hell are you talking about? What do you mean the 'other women will settle down'?"
"Oh, pardon me. Of course you wouldn't know. But ever since you two moved in six months ago some of the women, my wife included, have been talking about you two. How you never seemed to be in control and let Linda do as she pleased. It has had quite an effect on the other women. Just last week, Susan mentioned that your house was a mess, that Linda didn't iron, or clean, or take care of much of anything. Well, needless to say I had to set Susan straight fast. Two hours in the basement took care of her minor rebellion and set our relationship back on course."
Tom was totally lost as far as his neighbor conversation was going. What in the world was he talking about? And what did he have in his basement? Hell, if Johnson was talking so free, he was curious enough to ask. "Just what is in your basement?"
"Oh, well if you really want to know, I have a very complete room in which to discipline Susan. And I might add, that she is in total agreement. Susan knew a long time ago what she needed. In fact I have been disciplining her since before our marriage. Would you care to see the room? It might give you some ideas in how to handle Linda now that you've finally made the decision to do so."
This was getting crazy. But damned if he didn't want to see that room. "I'd be delighted. But just a minute, first."
Johnson looked at him with a puzzled expression, but it soon turned to a leer as Tom placed the forgotten clippers on the ground, turned them off, and tapped on the window. As Linda had just turned off the vacuum, she heard the tap and turned around and saw Tom, AND JOHNSON staring at her.
Linda was too shocked to move, thus she saw Tom jester for her to turn around. Her face flooded red, hell her whole body was red, as she fought with herself. Five. Ten. Fifteen seconds passed like a life-time as she struggled with herself, but finally she turned around and presented her beaten ass to her audience.
Totally humiliated she kept her body stiff and straight until she heard another tap on the window. Turning her head, she saw Tom hold up his hand then fold his fingers toward his palm. His meaning was plain. Linda turned her head back around and bent forward at the waist. An eternity passed as she remained in position. Finally another tap was heard. Twisting her head to the side she looked, Tom waved good-bye. She stood up and rushed from the room.
She had never been so humiliated in her life. Or as excited. With hardly a thought she rushed to the master bedroom. Placing herself in front of the full length mirror she turned around, spread her legs and bent over. Looking between her legs she saw what she had just shown to Tom and Johnson. Her battered ass had turned a deeper black and blue since she had seen it this morning. And with that wonderful sight in view she frigged herself to one damn glorious climax.
Having found a temporary relief, she return to her work. She did want to have it all done before Tom returned for their talk. Maybe if he stayed away long enough she could do the ironing too.
As Tom and Johnson made their way across the lawn, Tom's mind tried to assemble all that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. It was an astounding amount of changes. And if he wasn't mistaken there was more to come when he reached this room. He was beginning to feel out of his element. Because if he wasn't mistaken Johnson's basement room contained an assortment of punishment devices. Somehow just the thought of that made him harder than he already was.
Then another thought entered his brain. "By the way, what in the hell is your first name? All I know is Johnson."
"Oh, sorry, ol' man. Let me introduce myself. Wilber Lionel Johnson at your service." Wilber could almost read Tom's expressions. 'How in the world did a man called Wilber ever come by a basement room that he was expecting to see.'
"But I go by Will, as you can probably guess I suits me better. Hard to imagine a man named Wilber ever taking control of anything isn't it?"
"Ahh, yea, it is. But as you say, Will does seem to fit. As if Will has the will to take control."
"Oh, I like that. I'll have to remember to tell Susan that one. She'll get a kick out of it too." Will laughed all the way to his front door.
"Unfortunately Susan isn't here right now. She is doing some shopping, her parents' anniversary is next week, or I would use her to demonstrate some of the equipment for you. She is most obliging when it comes to our special room. A truly devoted wife. Truly devoted, except for minor slips that I quickly correct, much to her approval I might add."
As they were talking they had made their way into the house and down the stairs. Walking to a door under the stairway, Will took a key out of his pocket and inserted it into the lock. Opening the door, he reached around the corner and flipped on the light, then stepped back to allow Tom to enter.
Tom had thought he knew what to expect, but he was mistaken by a tenth. The room before him could not be described as anything other than a torture chamber. The walls were literally covered with instruments of torture. There were chains and ropes galore. Hooks and rings embedded all over the place. There were whips, canes, blindfolds, gags, weird leather devices that he assumed were types of restraints, massive blocks of wood that he wasn't sure of their intent, there was an entire shelf that contained dildos, plugs, and gags, a sawhorse, two hard wooden chairs, one of which had no seat per say and the other had a strange looking clip in the center of it, and there was many other things that he couldn't even begin to recognize.
"Impressive isn't it?", came from Will as he stood in the doorway watching Tom survey the room.
"And then some. What the hell is all this?"
They spent the next hour and a half in the room as Will explained everything that Tom didn't understand the use of. When some things were still unclear to Tom, Will got out a massive photo album. That album explained more than words ever could, for it contained pictures of Susan under torture (but somehow Tom didn't think she thought of it that way), Susan in restraints, under the whip, under the cane, Susan in too many forms of bondage to elaborate on. And Tom was more aware than ever of his throbbing cock.
Seeing Tom's reaction to the pictures Will volunteered to loan him some of his magazines on bondage and discipline, which Tom eagerly accepted. But when Tom asked him how he could have so many pictures of Susan as he had, Will explained, "It is quite ease in fact. As I said, Susan and I have had this type of relationship since before we were married and I've always had a fascination with these type of photos so it sent me in search of a means to fulfill them. One day I went to a photo shop to pick up a roll of film that contained our latest episode and the manager asked to speak with me. Well, wanting my pictures, I agreed. Soon I found myself in the back room and what should I see all over the wall? The very pictures I had come to pick up."
"Well to say that I was surprised would be an understatement, but before I could speak he did. To put it quite simply, he shared my interests and we made an agreement that from then on I would use his store exclusively. I might add he was instrumental in Susan being pictured in various magazines, two of which I have lent you."
With the magazines tucked under his arm, the unusual things that he had seen and heard rattling around in his head, Tom made his way back across the lawns. He retrieved the clippers on the front lawn, put them away and entered his house with all kinds of thoughts still whirling around in his head.
He made an inspection of the house. Finding it immaculate, retired to the study with the magazines in hand. He had seen Linda ironing in the basement and began to have serious thoughts of changing part of that basement to resemble Will's.
He had heard of magazines of this nature but had never seen any, so he literally studied them. When he came upon the two that contained Susan he gave them special attention. There was no doubt in his mind that it was his neighbor and that fact somehow made them more exciting.
One set of pictures showed her hanging from the ceiling as Will whipped her, he couldn't see Will in the pictures but he knew who was doing it to her, his only question being who held the camera. The other set of pictures showed her in various restraints, some rope, some leather, all beguiling to his senses. The more he looked at the pictures the more he wanted to try some of those things on Linda.
Would she allow it? Now there he went again, thinking about asking her permission, he had to stop that sort of thinking if he was to do what had suddenly been shown to him.
Ok, a different line of though then. How could he get Linda into scenes like these? Should he take it slowly? Or rush right into it? Hell, he had visions of whips and so far he had only used his hand once. God, were things changing fast around here! Well, one decision was definite, he would start Linda along the path he wanted to go.
Should he plan to redo the basement? No, that would have to wait for a while, he hadn't been kidding when he said he was in danger of losing his job. No the remodeling would have to wait for a while, but there was no reason that some minor changes couldn't be made in the interim. After all, he did have a wood shop in the basement, and who would question a few hooks around. He could always say he used them to hang thing, he just wouldn't say that his favorite thing to hang was Linda. Yes, that was where he would start.
Hearing Linda come up the stairs he looked toward the door and saw her carrying the ironing by, heading for the stairs. Well, no time like the present. Tom made his way to the basement and his workshop.
It didn't take him long to install hooks, he had had some around thinking that he would use them to hold some of his tools, but holding Linda suddenly seemed much more appealing. When the hooks were installed he again took up the magazines and began.
Chapter Three
When Tom came back upstairs he looked for Linda. She had had more than enough time to hang his shirts in the closet and he was beginning to wonder where she was when he found her in the kitchen starting to prepare dinner.
He was pleased to note that she still hadn't put anymore clothes on and remembering his desire to see her tits, he acted upon that desire. "Remove your tube top, Linda."
Again she hadn't heard his entry and again she was startled by his words, but with all that had happened lately she was quick to comply with his order. In fact as she had vacuumed and ironed she had thought of little else. The display of her beaten ass to Johnson had been a decisive turning point. Now she was totally committed to her new course of action. Tom was her boss, and no longer would she question her responses to him. She liked it and planned for it to continue and apparently so did Tom.
Her tube top was placed upon the counter top as she stood before her husband and waited.
"Come into the living room and we'll have that talk now." Thus say he turned around and headed toward the living room, he wife right behind him.
Sitting down in his favorite chair, he motioned her to kneel at his feet. A slight blush and she complied in silence. "I have been thinking long and hard lately and I've come to some definite decisions. No longer will you be allowed to sluff off your duties. This house will remain as clean as it is now or you will pay for it with your ass. Any questions?"
"No, sir."
"Good. It is obvious, by both your reactions and mine, that there is going to be some changes made around here. I am taking complete control over this relationship. If you have any complaints or comments, now is the time to state them." Tom waited for several minutes before continuing. When it became obvious that she was in complete agreement he again spoke.
"It is also obvious that receiving pain excites you as much as it excites me to administer it to you. Therefore pain will be incorporated into our lives. It is needless to say that you will be punished for any misdeeds. However, you will also receive pain for our mutual benefit, just because we enjoy it to happen. Any questions?"
Again Linda's response was silence, as she was in total agreement with Tom. "Fine. Now let's get down to brass tacks. How did you feel when you saw Will staring at you?"
"Who?"
"Will. Will Johnson. Now answer the question."
It took Linda a moment to gather her courage and answer truthfully, but she finally said, "It excited me so much that I had to go frig myself as I watched my ass in the mirror."
Well, he had asked for the truth and he had no doubt that he had received just that, surprising as it was. Maybe things wouldn't be as hard to arrange as he had thought. "Thank you for your honesty. So we have established that you like both pain and humiliation. Correct?"
A slight pause, then, "Yes, sir."
"Am I correct that the spanking turned you on?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"I'm sorry. Yes, sir, the spanking turned me on something fierce."
"I thought so. Then the next question is, do you think that you would like more?"
"Yes, I think so, sir."
"What I meant was, not just more spankings, but pain in other parts of your body."
"Like what, sir?"
"Like your breasts, back, legs. Hell, all of you. Perhaps before you answer you should look at these to give you some idea of what I'm talking about."
With that he placed the magazines that Will had lent him into Linda's hand. "Look them over first. Then we will go through them together." Thus saying he left his wife on the living room floor, stark naked, and went to the kitchen to get a beer.
To say that what she held in her hand was surprising was a vast understatement. But oh, did it ever excite her. She had never dreamed, well maybe a little, that things like these happened. She had lived twenty years with her parents and had heard many a strange sound in that time.
Was this what her parents had been doing? As she thumbed through the magazines she saw everything from mild spankings that didn't even leave marks on the skin to very harsh punishments. All of which excited her to no end.
Was this what Tom had in mind when he said pain all over her? Probably. So what was her answer? To be totally honest, she was confused. Would the actual fact be as exciting as the pictures and her fantasies? Or would it be too much? Honestly she didn't know.
But when she came to Susan's pictures she was held spellbound. Not just by the fact that it was her neighbor, that was amazing in itself, but because she didn't feel as weird as before. Here was someone she knew. Someone who she would have never guessed participated in the things she had only dreamed about.
It didn't seem weird for Susan to be in a magazine of this kind, in fact Linda began to picture herself in Susan's place.
"So, have you looked at them all?", came from Tom as he again sat in his chair.
"Yes, sir."
"And?"
"And I don't know what to say. They excite me and they frighten me too. Can reality be as good as dreams and fantasies? I don't know, sir. And another thing. Do I have to keep calling you sir?"
Tom paused before answering. "No you don't. Unless we are engaged in a session."
"A session?"
"Yes. That's what I decided to call our times together when you are receiving pain. So in the future whenever I refer to a session you are to immediately comply. No matter where we are. Agreed?"
"Yes, sir. I understand. But what about other times, am I to be as before, sir?"
"No. You are never to be as before. From now on you will act as a dutiful wife at all times, or pay the consequences. But to answer your question, generally you do not have to act subservient to me unless I mention the word session, or punish you for some offense. Understand?"
"Yes, sir. Am I in a session now?"
"You are."
"Yes, sir."
"So back to the magazines. Let's go over to the couch and look at them together."
They had moved and were sitting side by side, Tom opened the first magazine. "What I want you to do is to point out the pictures that excite you, OK?"
"Yes, sir."
"Fine, then we can begin." And begin they did. They went through all the magazines as they pointed out to each other what they found exciting. At some points Linda became slightly apprehensive to some of the things that Tom pointed out.
Several seemed particularly harsh and she didn't know if she was ready for them to happen to her. But there were many that turned her on and Tom made note of them as they persisted them to the end.
Tom decided to test Linda. He informed her that she didn't have to prepare dinner, that he would take her out to eat. Nothing fancy, just some burgers and fries, but during that time she was to be wearing some rubber bands on her breasts to see if she enjoyed pain in them.
After her shower Linda stood somewhat nervously in front of Tom as he took up two rubber bands, wrapped them in half and put them around her tits. They were on tight but not overly so as she saw and felt the rubber dig into her tit flesh. They made her tits look funny, sort of distorted like a mushroom head, but she couldn't say that they were all that uncomfortable. Just unusual. And exciting.
Donning jeans and a loose halter top she looked at herself in the mirror. It wasn't obvious, but if she looked closely she could see that her breasts didn't have their normal contour. She didn't think that anyone else would notice the rubber bands but knew that before they returned home that she would be aware of little else. Already her breasts were beginning to swell, and peeking under her halter she noted that they were turning a bluish color with the constriction.
The ride to the burger place was uneventful, if one ignored the obvious strain to Linda's condensed tits. Every little bump in the road seemed to center around those rubber bands and the surrounded tissue. Her nipples were rock hard and denting the fabric of her halter so that even a casual observer would be award that she was one excited female.
Arrival at the burger place saw Tom walking around the car and opening her door as usual. In fact if it weren't for the rubber bands Linda would have sworn that it was the old Tom that was treating her to a meal out. He escorted her in, placed her order as usual and picked a back booth for them to sit in. Tom couldn't seemed to keep his eyes off her. Every minute he was watching her, her face, her chest, all of her until finally the burgers and fries were eaten.
Normally, as soon as he was done eating Tom wanted to leave but tonight he lingered over the remaining drabs of his soda, his eyes never leaving his wife. Linda could tell that he was aroused, and that made her hornier than she already was. Her cunt was a veritable swamp and her tits literally throbbed inside the rubber bands.
Everyone knows that burger places are not inducive to privacy, but when Tom leaned over to Linda and whispered session and began to caress her protruding right nipple the place could have been empty for all she knew or cared about. She was hot and his hand on her felt divine, if others found that offensive, let them look elsewhere was her opinion.
The rubber bands had cut off some of her circulation and the warmth of Tom's hand felt marvelous. When he gave the hardened bud a pinch she almost jumped out of her seat, not from the pain, but from the seer pleasure of the act.
"Sit on your hands," came his order, and quickly she complied as he became more overt in his actions. He hand was now teasing her entire breast, its warmth filling her with more and more desire. Her breathing became more rapid. Her face more flushed; and her cunt overflowed soaking the crotch of her cutoffs with its abundant fluids. She was almost ready to have Tom bang her right then and there.
But as a little two year old kid leaned over the back of their bench Tom removed his hand and said, "Let's go. The session is still on."
With very weak knees supporting her, Tom lead her to their car, opened her door for her then entered his own side and started the car. "Sit on your hands and keep them there."
"Yes, sir," came from her passion constricted throat as she leaned back against the seat offering up her constricted tits for who knew what. But whatever it was, she thought that she would be ready for it to happen.
Tom reached over and placed his hand on her left tit. It felt wonderful and she was enjoying every second of his attention. When his hand drifted lower, took hold of the hem of her top and started raising it, she filled her lungs with air and straightened her shoulder to the aching point to force her breasts forward for his attentions.
She didn't care that anyone they passed could see her tits. All she cared about was Tom's hand on her now exposed flesh and it felt wonderful. It even felt wonderful when he twitched her nipple, causing her to give a slight gasp of pain/pleasure.
"Slide over here beside me, Linda. I want you closer." Seconds later her seat belt was unfastened and she was pressing herself against her husband.
Tom swung his arm over her head and rested his arm on the back of the seat as he brought his hand to her right tit. Her tit filled his hand and her cool skin throbbed beneath his warm fingers. Stopping for a traffic light he turned to her and kissed her, his right hand on her right tit and his left coming over to grab her left.
Their lips had no more than touched than they heard, "All right, man, give it to her." Looking up Tom saw a young man crossing the street in front of their car, but at the moment he wasn't making any progress across the street. He was stopped dead still, staring into their windshield, a smile plaster on his face that went from ear to ear. "Give her tits a squeeze for me, man."
Tom did. His fingers dug into her tits making her skin pucker and bulge around his fingers, as the man said, "Make 'em jiggle. Hit 'em." Again Tom did as his audience asked, he slapped her tits making them jiggle back and forth on her chest. "How about a bite, man. Can ya' give 'em a nip for me?"
Tom thought again of complying, but changed his mind. Instead of doing as asked, he leaned his head out of the window and said, "Why don't you jump in and do it yourself?"
Tom felt Linda's body jerk at his words, so he said just one word to her. "Session." She relaxed in his arm as the young man opened her door and slid in the front seat beside her.
The door had no more than shut than his mouth was on her tit biting it with very sharp teeth. "Aaaggg." Her groan of pain was covered by the sounds of the car pulling away as Tom stepped on the gas and headed away from the light.
"Where you heading?", Tom asked his passenger as he drove down the street.
Removing his mouth from Linda's swollen nipple, he answered, "Wherever you want me to go, man. I mean, God, this is fantastic. Can I have some more of her tits, man?"
"Sure, help yourself. What's your name?"
"Gregg.", was all he got out before his mouth was again on her right tit and his teeth were sinking into her as his right hand captured her left tit in a death grip that caused Linda to gasp again in pain.
But she was in more than pain. She was in heaven. Her passions were rising so rapidly that they were scary. She had never dreamed of someone else joining in one of their sessions. But it was thrilling as hell.
Gregg didn't let this opportunity pass him by, no siree. His mouth, teeth and hands were all over her tits. He sucked, he bit, he twisted, he pulled her tits. He even managed to work a finger under one of the rubber bands and let it snap back into her as he continued to devour her flesh with the relish.
His actions soon brought the hem of her halter down, and in a flash he flipped it over her head and out of the way as he continued his assault. "She's got great tits, man. You're one lucky guy. You know that, man?"
"Yes, Gregg, that I am well aware of. So where do you want to go?"
"I was heading toward my girlfriend's place, over on Milford Avenue, why?"
"Just didn't want you to be late or anything. What time you suppose to be there?"
Using just his hands, he kept up his attentions on Linda's tits as him and Tom talked. Somehow he knew that he didn't have to talk to Linda. "Should be there in twenty minutes."
"Fine. Then we can drive around for a while, then I'll drop you off on time. Ok with you?"
"Whatever you say, man. Can I get back to her?"
"Sure. She gives great head, if you're interested."
"I am now. But first I want some more boob. God, I love boobs and these rubber bands make quite a decoration on them, don't they?"
"Yes, quite a decoration. Help your self. If you want her to do anything, she will. Just tell her."
"Right, man." Gregg turned his attentions back to Linda who was literally gasping in passion. Her fingers were digging into her ass cheeks to keep herself from using her hands to pull Gregg closer to her aching tits. But as he again brought mouth and teeth into play she realized that he needed little help from her. Nor did he need help later when he forced her onto the floor and shoved her willing mouth on his cock until he exploded. All the time Linda obediently kept her hands under her ass, in other words she kept them out of the way as Gregg used her hair as a steering wheel to twist and pull her where he wanted her.
Twenty minutes later, Gregg was very promptly dropped off at his girlfriend's house as Tom and Linda continued on their way home. The entire drive her halter top was flipped over her head just as Gregg had left it. It made the drive very pleasant for both of them as Tom took advantage of the exposed, swollen and marred flesh of her chest.
As soon as the car was parked in the garage Tom told Linda to strip, which she quickly accomplished before they made their way into the house and down the stairs as Tom directed. When they reached his workroom he took her halter and cutoffs from her, gave her jeans a quick sniff and tossed them on a workbench as he lead her to the center of the room.
"That made you hot, didn't it?"
"God, yes. I mean, yes sir." Linda couldn't believe how she felt. When Tom had asked Gregg to join them she had almost rebelled, but his reminder that it was a session had immediately stopped her, and she was ever so thankful that it had. The total humiliation of being treated like a thing, an object, had turned her more than she had ever imagined. So much more than her display to Will Johnson had earlier.
This was much more personal. Gregg had touched her. Hell, why pull punches, he had treated her like shit and she had enjoyed every second of it as Tom looked on with approval and an occasional pinch or grab of her tits as he joined in. If only Gregg or Tom had spanked her ass she would have considered it the ultimate, but the car was to restricting for that, maybe...
"Give me your hands.", came from Tom as he turned back to her holding some rope in his hands.
An intake of breath and Linda did as ordered and held her hands in front of her as Tom tied them with the rope. Next he took an end and slid it through a ring in the ceiling that she had never noticed before. Soon her arms were pulled tightly toward the ceiling as she stood on her tiptoes and Tom tied off the rope. "How about a spanking?"
"God, I'd love one sir. Please spank my ass then fuck me, please."
"My pleasure. My pleasure indeed." Tom used his hand. It sent a loud cracking sound reverberating around the workshop as Linda swayed slightly before him. Again his hand landed, this time accompanied by her gasp. Then again and again. Ten. Fifteen. Then he asked, "Want something harder used?"
Turning her head to the side she looked at her husband and smiled. How did he know? The heat in her ass was beginning to overwhelm her and she had just been thinking that if he used something else it would increase her pleasures all the more. God was she ever getting into this pain stuff! The more she got the more she wanted. "What did you have in mind, sir?"
"How about my belt or a ping pong paddle ? Which do you want to try?"
"How about... both?"
"Now there's a lady after my heart. Belt first?"
"Yes, please."
"My pleasure." In seconds Tom removed his belt from his jeans and it was making its first swing toward her waiting ass. "Aaaaaa... Goddddddd."
"Again?"
"Yesssssss." The belt landed again. Linda groaned again. The belt dug into her bruised skin with ease and it sent a jolt of passion straight to her clit. Again the belt landed on her ass, again she groaned, but this time she asked, "Harder, please." Tom was only too willing to comply. He swung with all his might.
"Aaaarrgggggg... yessssss, Tom, yessss." Neither counted the blows landed on her ass, but as Tom came closer and closer to coming in his jeans he set the belt aside and took up the ping pong paddle that he had brought into the workshop earlier. Crack, went the paddle.
"Aaaarrrrggggg... yessssssss," went Linda as the paddle connected with her ass. Now there was an instrument that dug into her ass. Crack. Crack.
The paddle landed again and again, until finally Linda's screams stopped Tom. It wasn't the pain that he was inflicting on her that stopped him, it was her plea, "Fuckkkkkkkk meeeeeeeee." that had him setting the paddle aside and freeing his cock.
Jeans slid unnoticed to the floor as he brought his cock to her cunt from behind. God was she ever wet. His cock slid easily through her ass crack and right into her cunt with no effort at all.
Slamming his hips forward he buried it to the hilt as Linda arched her back and slammed her ass into his lower stomach as much as her strung up position would allow. Bringing his hands to her long ago rubber band bound tits he dug his fingers into her tits as his cock drove in and out of her.
"Hurttt my titsss... fuckk mmmeeeee... God... fuck me good."
There was nothing else Tom could or wanted to do. His fingers became like vices as he cock became a battering ram into her willing tunnel. The sweat was pouring off both of them making it difficult for him to hang on. In and out his cock went. Around and around his fingers tore at her tits until finally it could be delayed no longer.
He came. In spades. And Linda was with him all the way. Her cunt pulled, twitched and wiggled around his spasming cock as they soared into space.
When reality returned Tom eased out of her twitching cunt and he began to untie her hands. With the pressure released Linda very calmly folded herself onto the floor, her legs were unwilling to support her.
Tom undid the last of the rope then got a sudden thought. "Stay there, I'll be right back." Thus say he left her and walked up the stairs as fast as his own weak legs would allow.
There was no way Linda was going to move, even if not told to stay put. She was totally wiped out. The only thing she could possible do at the moment was to try to breath. That was work enough. Her body was overtaxed.
Never had she been so caught up in her passions. Even last night's was minor in comparison. Her entire body had been involved in her climax. From head to toe. And it had totally drained her. Her brain was verily functioning, forget her body. But her brain was functioning enough to tell her that events like tonight, both with Gregg and the pain, were to be continued. Hopefully Tom would feel the same. It was total. All consuming. And she wanted it again and again.
Sure her body hurt, but even now the lingering pain was a high to her. Her cunt couldn't stop twitching in pleasure. If it took pain to feel like this, well she would welcome pain very gladly. But those thoughts were interrupted by a blinding flash of light.
Turning her head she saw Tom. With a camera. He was taking pictures of her. JUST LIKE SUSAN! Suddenly she wanted every mark recorded as she twisted her body around and around on the floor so Tom could get every one of them. Her ass waved in the air. Her tits pointed toward the camera. Her legs spread to show the mixture of their creams leaking out of her swollen cunt. The flash blinded her again and again, her cunt giving a twitch with each blink of light. She only paused when Tom told her to remove the rubber bands so he could capture on film the marks that they left on her skin. Then that too was recorded and Tom set the camera aside as he took her into his arms.
Neither had particularly planned it, but soon both were again joined and passions overruled and again they were soaring into space, there on the workshop floor as they became entangled in the rope that Tom had left on the floor. Somehow it added to their pleasures as they grabbed each other until neither could forestall the inevitable.
Chapter Four
Monday morning Tom got ready for work as Linda prepared his breakfast. There was little time for conversing as he rushed to catch the train, but sly, very meaningful glances told it all. Each was still intrigued and still somewhat amazed at what had occurred in their relationship in the last two days. As Tom was leaving to get into the car, he said, "I'll give you a call about 10:00 or so, after the unit meeting is over. By then I'll have a chance to do some thinking." Stepping out the door he turned and asked, "By the way, do you have Johnson's phone number?"
"Yea, here I'll write it down for you." Thus saying, Linda followed through and Tom left, tucking the note in his pocket.
As she heard the garage door close behind him, Linda poured a cup of coffee for herself and sat down on the stool at the kitchen counter. "Uuuuoooo... damn is my ass tender."
Easing herself onto the padded seat she added, "But damn, do I ever feel great. Well, Mr. Coffee Cup how would you like to hear about my life lately? I don't understand why it happened all of the sudden, but God am I thankful that it did."
Thus her day began. The house was clean again from top to bottom, the laundry was slouching away in the utility room and she was curled up on a very soft chair going over the magazines again. This time she read the articles that accompanied the pictures. God, were they ever a turn on. If the stories were even half way true, there were no set characters who participated. Rich, poor, middle class. Young, old, middle aged. From mild to severely harsh. Some women complied willingly, others were forced to receive pain.
And some of the equipment, God, was some of it ever far out and unusual. Linda had known of whips, canes, belts, paddles and stuff but some stories described birch switches, one gal had been beat with a rose branch, complete with thorns, another had had a very thin wire used on her that cut into the skin very deeply, another described riding crops, barbed wire (both as a whip and as bondage wrapping), chains used as whips, and broken glass used to inflict the pain.
Some of the restraints used were very imaginative. Everything seemed to be fair game. Sawhorses were used by many, then there were ladders used by one, trees and outdoor bondage seemed to be a favorite, homemade devices abounded. There were all kinds of whipping blocks, some were solid block with straps attached, others had holes for arms and legs, or heads, the old fashioned pillory was mentioned frequently, there were all kinds of contortions used to restrain victims, hog-tying was very popular, along with the classic X, gals were hung from ceilings, beams, walls, trees and poles.
They were tied over footstools, chairs, beds, stable stall walls, rocks, four poster, beds seemed to be a very popular item for the bondage enthusiast, there were studded bras, chastity belts used as original or with dildos embedded, there were gals that were burnt with candles, hot wax, cigarettes, matches and heated metal. All in all when it came to inflicting pain, people were very creative indeed.
When Linda came to the magazines containing Susan she gave them special attention. Susan was shown bound by her wrists and hair to a beam, her entire body was covered with whip marks, her breasts were tied so severely that they had turned almost black as the thin rope cut into her mounds.
The next picture showed a branding iron held to Susan's right nipple. There was little doubt that it had burned her, the bright red spot was very clear in the picture. The story going along with the pictures was that "Karen" (they didn't use her real name) had gotten into an accident because she had been drinking and "Jim" was punishing her for both of those offenses, plus for not having told him about when it happened. Well, she had never known Susan to be in an accident of any kind, so perhaps all of the stories were just made up. Who knew, some were probably real.
The other one about Susan showed her in a weird leather harness. There were rings that her tits poked through, cutting them off from her chest. There were straps going around her waist, between her legs holding her cunt lips wide apart, up her ass and around her neck.
There were several shots showing how the various straps could be adjusted to place her in different poses, all uncomfortable. Tom had again whipped her- tits, back, ass, stomach and legs. The story for that set was that "Karen" (evidently she always used the same name) had been late on three consecutive occasions and "Jim" was punishing her to remind her to be on time. Well, that's a story that Linda could believe because Susan was a little scatterbrained at times.
The unit meeting had just broken up at 9:45 and as Tom was leaving to go to his office Bill Philmont, his boss, had called him into his office. Damn, he hoped it wasn't about Linda's come-on to him at the picnic.
"Come on in Tom, and close the door behind you." Damn, this was serious. The company had a basic open door policy. This didn't look good at all, Tom thought as he closed the door behind him and took the seat that Bill motioned to. "What did you think of Harlan's idea about redistributing the accounts?"
God, he wanted to talk business, what a relief. "Part of it I'm in favor of, but I'm not sure about the Simpson account."
"What about the Simpson account has you disturbed?"
"Well, I think that individual accounts shouldn't be separated. It seems to me that each salesman should have different accounts but only one should be in charge of each account. It could be very confusing to the client, not to mention, bookkeeping. I agree that some accounts need to be reassigned, hopefully I could pick up some them myself, but I wouldn't split an account even if it is huge. In fact, because of its size there should be one person to contact for problems. It would turn into a nightmare."
"Good. That's my opinion too. Jones and Tillman seems to be in favor of splitting Simpson though."
"They would be. Both of them are involved in it now and if you assign it to just one person, they both want in. But I think if you offered E.C. Holdings to Jones he would be satisfied to let Tillman have Simpson. After all, there is more potential money in E.C. Holdings than there is in Simpson. Tillman already has other telecommunications accounts and Holdings would fit tight in. Jones isn't that familiar with telecommunications, he is more into the multi-manufacturing accounts like Simpson."
"You know, Tom, I'm quite surprised by your answers. I had never noticed how close they were to mine. That is just what I had planned to do. As you know I don't like yes men, but when someone happens to agree with me before I state my opinions, they move up a notch in my book."
"Thanks, Bill."
"Your welcome. In fact there is another thing I'd like to thank you for."
"Oh?"
"Yea. You have one dynamite wife. I had never noticed just how attractive Linda was until Saturday. You're one lucky guy."
Damn, was Linda right? Did Bill have the hots for her? "Thank you. I couldn't agree more. She is one hell of a lady. In fact she was saying just after the picnic on the way home that she thought very highly of you too."
"Did she now?"
"Sure did." Should he stick his neck out on Linda's word? Would Bill be receptive to her? After the episode with Gregg, there was little doubt that he could get Linda together with Bill if it was his wish. "In fact she said that you were quite attractive. She liked your domineering personality." Well, that should feed his ego, if Linda was right.
"Very perceptive, your Linda. Tell me Tom," here he paused as if thinking very seriously before continuing, almost as if trying to size up Tom before speaking. Apparently he liked what he saw, as he added, "Is Linda the type to enjoy m... a domineering personality?"
Tom didn't miss the pause. Bill was going to say "my domineering personality" but changed it to "a". Was he hinting at getting together with Linda? Hinting hell, it was almost an open invitation. It looked like Linda read him correctly. Perhaps if he hadn't changed in his treatment of Linda she was thinking of seeking out Bill. Who knew, but now he was in the driver's seat as far as the two of them went.
Hell, he had felt different in today's unit meeting. He had spoken his views out loud and this was the first time that Bill had asked his opinion on anything. Maybe his relationship with Linda was helping in his business relationship too. Bill was sure treating him differently.
"She enjoys my domineering personality, so there is little reason to doubt he would like yours too."
"Really?"
"Sure. She especially likes it," here Tom paused for effect just as Bill had, "during sex." Well, there it was. The ball was in Bill's court. The smile on his face helped Tom relax tremendously.
"Does she now? How very interesting."
The two men sat in silence for some time, as if contemplating or suddenly realizing what had just occurred there in the closed office.
"Tell me Tom, I've noticed a change in you lately. Would you mind a personal question?"
"Depends."
"Fair enough. Ok, here goes. Do you dominate Linda?"
Here Tom had to be careful. He and Linda had agreed that he was boss during a session. Was that the answer that Bill was looking for? What the hell, he'd tell it like it is. "I dominate her during sex, not our entire relationship."
The smile that spread across Bill's face could be described as nothing else but extreme satisfaction with the answer he had just received. "I thought as much. After all she did not play the simpering submissive at the picnic with me, in fact she played the perfect whore. Which I might add, I found extremely attractive, along with her body."
Again Bill paused as if to collect his thoughts before continuing. "Would the two of you be interested in... a threesome? Or even a foursome with Rebecca and me? Say a little shared dominating and submitting?"
Well, that didn't pull any punches, now did it? Linda was one hell of personality reader, at least in this case. She had pegged Bill and Rebecca's relationship to the tee. Maybe she had even picked up on Bill's willingness to go outside the marriage bed, so to speak. "It could be arranged, but... "
"But what?"
"It would have to be after a while. You see I've only recently taken control and she isn't completely trained yet."
"Oh, I don't see that as a problem. In fact it might be an added incentive. Rebecca is so well trained that at times it become a bit boring, if you know what I mean?"
"I probable do. In fact Linda made some comment that Rebecca did everything but kneel at your feet at the picnic. But to get back to Linda, just exactly what did you have in mind?"
Bill smiled, leaned his arms on the desk top, and said, "Is Linda receptive to pain?"
"Quite."
"Wonderful. How about humiliation?"
"Makes her passions soar." Tom couldn't believe what this conversation was doing to him. His cock was twisting around in his suit pants, getting ready to spring forth full fledged.
"Very interesting. And do you have any objections to sharing her?"
"Not in the least. I find it highly arousing to watch her with others." Well, he did have Gregg as an experience, didn't he? He did enjoy that. Linda sure didn't object.
"Tell you what, just to make Linda feel more in control, as it is, how about you invite her to the office this Friday to have lunch with us and we can see how it works out before we jump into something beyond her capacity?"
Here was Tom's chance to smile. What Bill had proposed wouldn't caused any problems that he could see. All he had to do was say session and see how it went. If the three of them saw more potential it could be arranged, if not no feeling would be hurt. "Sounds fine with me. And if you'll excuse me I'll just give Linda a call to see if she is free for lunch on Friday."
"You do that. You have great potential Tom. I can see you going a long way in the company. A long way indeed. Let me know her answer, so I can schedule it on my calendar."
"Will do." With that he very confidently left Bill's office and strutted to his to make a call. Linda was free for lunch on Friday.
Tom couldn't wait to get home that night. His conversation with Linda had done nothing to diminish his swelling cock, in fact it did the opposite. He had spent the remainder of the day with one fantasy after another floating through his head until he thought his cock would explode in his suit. Before leaving the office he had called her again, with a special request.
The train was ten minutes late and the traffic from the station was a bear. Eighteen minutes late he pulled into the garage. Would Linda be as ordered? He turned off the car, walked through the family room, up the stairs and to his room in record time. In the back of his mind he smelled something delicious simmering in the kitchen. But their bedroom was his only conscious thought. He opened the door.
Linda was waiting on the bed. Her head was resting on her arms. Her ass was in the air as her knees dug into the mattress. Her legs were spread wide and he could see her juices glistening in the light.
She was just as he had ordered. Jacket, tie, shirt and shoes were dropped wherever they happened to fall. His belt was unhooked and his pants on the floor in an instant. Socks soon followed. Tom was on the bed in less than a minute after his entry.
One hand connected with her upraised ass as he said, "Hi babe. Miss me?"
"You know I did. What took so long?"
"Damn train was late and the traffic was unbelievable. But not as unbelievable as you. Is you ass still sore?"
"Yes, but I like it that way."
"That's my girl. Want it warmed up before it gets stuffed?"
"I wouldn't mind in the least. Is this a session?"
"No. Just a horny husband." Smack. "There how's that?"
"Wonderful. Some more?"
"My pleasure." Smack. Tom's hand landed again and again. God, the sight before him. Linda's ass was waving in the air, inviting each and every smack his hand delivered. Her juices were dripping out of her cunt scenting the air with her woman's fragrance.
At first he tried to avoid the areas that were bruised but soon gave that up as Linda seemed to be twisting so he would hit just those areas he was trying to avoid. So he just spanked her as his cock grew ever larger and harder. Until finally he couldn't delay much longer.
Taking some of her juices he brought them toward her asshole and smeared them around. One, then two fingers found a warm hole to fill. "You like that?"
"What a dumb question. You know I like my ass fucked." Indeed she did. In fact lately that was the only way she had been able to come. Until Tom had started using force. Maybe she had been pretending that ass fucking had been forced on her to increase her fantasies? Who gave a shit now? As long as Tom continued to dominate her she didn't need fantasies.
A third finger joined the others, Linda's ass expanded to accept it with ease. Removing his fingers he aimed his cock at her cunt, gathered some of her secretions and brought them to her ass and started to slide it in. God, was her ass ever tight.
Every time he reamed it it was the same. It still felt like a virgin asshole. Taking a deep breath he pushed some more in.
"Get it in me, pleaseeeee. Stuff meeee fullll."
"Aaaaaggggg yeaaaaa." He slammed his hips forward and buried himself to his pubic hair in her ass. Hot and tight. Her ass felt warm to his stomach too. Looking down Tom was again amazed by the sight. His cock was totally within her ass. His hairs were smashed between his stomach and her bruised cheeks.
Those bruises gave him an inspiration. On the outward stroke he brought his hand down and slammed it into her bruised ass. Her muscles contracted, almost cutting off his cock inside her. "Aaggggggg you like that?" He managed to ask around the constriction in his throat.
"Yesssssssss ohhhh God yeeeeeeessssssssssssss."
No doubt about that answer. He continued to smack her ass on each withdraw as he plowed her back field with as much force as he could muster.
Later over a superbly prepared dinner they talked. At first Tom was hesitant to mention what was planned on Friday with Bill, but after a while he decided what the hell.
He shouldn't have been surprised by her eager acceptance but he was. Things were moving very fast around here. But then why the hell should he complain? No reason at all.
After the dishes were washing away in the dishwasher Tom grabbed his wife and a roll of exposed film and headed toward Washington Street.
He had used the phone number Linda had given him to call Susan to get Will's business number. A short conversation had gotten him the information he wanted. The address and name of Will's photo shop and the particulars involved.
Linda gave little thought to their destination. But when Tom parked the car he said one word that instantly made her excited. Session. Immediately she was in compliance. She had absolutely no idea what was coming, but so far she had not been disappointed whenever that word had been used, and she willingly slipped into her submissive role as they walked into a photo store that looked like any other one around.
She was curious and eager. A bell tinkled as they entered. There were a few customers milling around the store and two clerks behind the counter.
Approaching the counter they patiently waited their turn to be served as Tom held the exposed film in his right hand as his left caressed Linda's waist.
"May I help you," asked one of the clerks.
"Yes, I'd like to see the manager, Mr. Polinski."
"Is there a problem?"
"No, not in the least. I just wish to see him on a personal matter."
"Oh, well if you will just wait a minute I'll see if Mr. Polinski is free."
"No problem. We'll wait right here."
Five minutes later the clerk came back and another man was with him. "This is the gentleman that wanted to see you, Mr. Polinski." Thus saying the clerk left them alone.
"How may I help you?"
"My name is Tom Wilson and this is my wife."
"How do you do? I'm Jason Polinski."
"I realize that we are strangers to you Mr. Polinski but we do have a mutual friend in common. A Mr. Will Johnson, and his wife Susan."
Tom watched Polinski's face with the pronouncement of those words and saw just the reaction he had anticipated. Avid interest. "Well, in that case won't you two join me in my office? It's right this way.
"Surely." Tom took a firmer hold on Linda's waist as they followed Mr. Polinski to his office in the back of the store.
"Now, how can I be of service?"
"I have a roll of film here that needs to be developed."
"Well, you have certainly come to the right place. Is there some reason that one of my clerks couldn't help you?"
"As a matter of fact there is. It concerns the nature of the pictures on this roll of film. Perhaps a simple demonstration might help explain?"
"Whatever you think best Mr. Wilson.", came from the smiling shop owner.
"Linda," turning toward her for the first time, Tom said, "remove all of your clothes for this part of the session."
Linda didn't need the reminder that she was in a session, that was all she had been thinking of since he had said the word. And in less time that she thought possible she was willing to do as ordered. It didn't take all that long to remove her sandals, slacks and blouse and she stood with head bowed before the desk and Mr. Polinski.
"As you can see, turn around for Mr. Polinski Linda, my wife and I have a similar relationship that the Johnsons have. We are here today to see if we can obtain the same relationship that they have with you for ourselves. Mainly, will you process our pictures for us?"
"However, I think it only fair to advise you that I am willing to go a step farther than the Johnsons. I will allow you time with Linda, each and every time she drops off film, to do with as you desire. Within reason of course. Sound interesting Mr. Polinski?"
"If, as you say you know the Johnsons, you know it is a very interesting proposal to me. However, I will need you to elaborate on your intentions, Mr. Wilson. After all, I don't want to overstep my bounds, now do I?"
"To put it quite simply, you may do whatever you wish to do to Linda every time she drops off a roll of film. If she is unwilling to do as you ask, just tell me and she will be persuaded to comply. However, this offer is for only you. No one else is allowed. Then there is the additional thing that I wish to request from you."
"And what might that be, Mr. Wilson?"
"I could use your professional assistance at times. To record actions that Linda and I are involved in. Would something like that be appealing to you?"
"Definitely. How frequently would I be needed as a photographer?"
"That is difficult to say. I am interested in compiling a photo album similar to Will's. It can take quite some time to accomplish that. But I'm sure we can work around your schedule if that is your concern."
"That had been my first thought. I am quite busy running this store, but I do have ample free time. Where would you like for the photo sessions to take place?"
"I had thought at our home, but if you have any suggestions, I am more than willing to hear them."
"As a matter of fact, I was thinking of my place. I do have extensive materials available for this type of photo sessions. In fact the Johnsons have used it before themselves and found it quite satisfactory."
"That is a wonderful idea and I will take you up on it. Now as for this roll of film? What type of payment would you like for it?"
"Now?"
"If it is your wish."
Mr. Polinski looked at Linda. Her back and bruised ass were still facing him as had been ordered. Just hazarding a guess, he thought that both the Wilsons were new to this game. Linda's entire body was red with humiliation and every inch was also covered with goose bumps. It would be a delightful change from the gals that were old hands at the game. Delightful indeed. "Linda turn around." No please, just an order.
Linda turned her body to face the desk and Mr. Polinski as she kept her eyes lowered.
"Look at me."
Linda brought her head up and indeed looked at Jason Polinski. What she saw was a man of average looks and build. Passing him on the street she never would of thought of him as a man who liked to dominate or hurt women. So much for judging by looks. But then neither did Tom, come to think of it. But one thing was for sure. She was horny as hell.
"Am I correct in assuming that you like spankings?"
"Yes, sir."
"And how about the use of straps or whips?"
"Tom has only used his hands, belt and a ping pong paddle on me so far, sir."
Well, he was right, they were new to the game. That excited him even more. The lady was a knockout. Long light brown hair, emerald green eyes, fair complexion that would show marks fantastically, tits beyond compare -high, full, self-supporting and begging to be bound-long legged, slim hipped but with an ass that could take a strap and not complain too much. All in all, every man's fantasy come true, and a willing submissive to boot.
"Have you ever thought or had a fantasy about being whipped with a whip?"
"Yes, sir."
"A cane?"
"Yes, sir."
"And how about a riding crop?"
"Yes, sir."
"And what do you think I should charge for this film?"
"I... I have no idea, sir. That is up to you."
Well no doubt about it the lady was willing. 'Up to him' it was. A quick look at Tom Wilson and he made his decision. Let the kids know what they were in for. "Tell me, Mr. Wilson, what precisely is on this roll of film?"
"Actually, I didn't think of pictures until afterwards. So they only show Linda freed and posing for the camera to show off the marks that she received. Nothing of the actual action."
"I see. Then I will adjust my charge accordingly. Linda come here and lay across my lap."
God, did that ever sent goose bumps up her spine. The humiliation of draping herself for punishment from a total stranger. Gregg had been a spur of the moment thing, this Tom had planned.
Her weak knees carried her to the side of Mr. Polinski's desk. She waited for him to slide his chair back then as calmly as she could she laid across his lap. Ass up and waited. Would he be easy, hard, or average in administrating her spanking? Considering the condition of her ass, it wouldn't take much from him at all to hurt like hell.
"How many pictures on the roll of film, Mr. Wilson?"
"Twenty-four."
"Two per print sound reasonable?"
"Quite."
"Fine, then I shall begin." Jason Polinski brought his hand down to Linda's butt. The small office space made the sound echo for a second before he did it again.
Linda bravely held herself in place until he reached the halfway mark, at which time he began to use full strength with the remaining twenty-four. She was no longer capable of restraining her moans and gasps of pain and she twisted on his lap, but never did she deliberately try to avoid his hand or try to stop him in any way.
A true devotee. There was little doubt that her ass hurt like hell (hell it couldn't have been comfortable when she entered his office), or that she was horny as hell. There was a definite wet spot on his slacks were her cunt rested on his leg. And if he wasn't mistaken, she had come at least once.
When he had finished administering the allotted forty-eight he rested his hand on her hot ass and asked Tom, "How about a little ass for your favorite picture blown up?"
"Fine by me. Will you be developing them now?"
"Yes, as soon as I'm finished here." It was an easy matter to slide Linda off his lap and as he unzipped his pants it was either obvious that she had heard what was said or a devoted ass fucker. His zipper was no more undone than her ass was in the air and his cock filled it with great skill.
The lady was no beginner as far as ass fucking was concerned. She could give lessons in the art. Jason prided himself on his control but he was no match for the horny Mrs. Wilson who knelt in front of his legs. Her ass pulled and sucked like craze, then her husband told him to hit her ass. He did and couldn't believe what she did with her shitter. God, it was great and before he was ready to, he came.
Minutes later Jason Polinski left the couple in his office to develop the roll of film himself. No sooner had he closed the door behind him than Linda was all over Tom. "Fuck me, Tom, damn it fuck me now. Fuck me hard, pleaseeeeee."
Tom was more than eager to comply. Linda eagerly dropped to the floor again and raised her beaten ass Tom dropped his jeans and knelt behind her. "Ass or cunt?"
"I don't care, just fuck me, pleaseeeeeeeeeee."
Tom's cock jammed forward sliding easily within her saturated cunt and decided that it was very content to stay there. Watching his wife with the other guy had turned him on something fierce. Watching her with him and thinking back to Gregg, he thought that there was absolutely no need to make a big deal about sessions. But he decided to keep the word around just in case.
Her ass was hot against his body and he didn't have to look far to see evidence of new damage to it. Jason didn't pull any of his punches. Hell, he wasn't sure if he had hit her as hard as Jason had even with the belt or paddle and she had taken every one.
Sure she had squirmed, but never did she try to avoid any. Hell, she had had her ass beat three times in the last day. He had done it twice, not counting the times when he had hit it during sex, and Jason had just finished. In total she must have received over a hundred and fifty strokes from hands, belts and paddle in less than twenty-four hours. No wonder it was black and blue, and hotter than hell as he plowed his cock into her on the floor of the office.
A half hour later Tom had picked out his favorite picture and Jason made a blow up of Linda's ass in brilliant color, that he had every intention of hanging in their bedroom.
Ten minutes later Tom and Jason had made arrangements for a photo session at Jason's place for Saturday night.
Chapter Five
Linda, didn't have much to do on Tuesday so she decided to visit Susan Johnson. Besides, Tom had told her to return the magazines that he had borrowed from Will. At 10:00 she knocked on Susan's kitchen door. Seconds later it opened and Susan invited her in.
"Coffee?"
"Sounds great. So how's your day going so far?"
"Pretty much as usual. And yours?"
"Well, since Saturday, it's hard to say what is usual."
"Oh", placing the coffee in front of Linda, she asked, "And what is that suppose to mean?"
"Didn't Will tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
"About Tom and me."
"What about Tom and you? What happened?"
"Well, here."
Handing Susan the magazines that Tom had borrowed, Linda blushed as she said, "Tom borrowed these from your husband. Does this give you any idea?"
Susan was well past the blushing stage when it came to things that were covered in the magazines, so she just asked, "Has Tom suddenly changed?"
"Oh, quite suddenly. In fact since Saturday afternoon to be precise."
"Oh, how exciting. How did it come about?"
"Well, I made a fool of myself at the company picnic and acted like a whore with Tom's boss. On the ride home he finally had enough. He hit me. Right across the mouth. And do you know what I did?"
"Let me guess. You loved it, right?"
"Right. And dear Tom didn't waste a minute in taking over control. Well since then he has beaten my ass, loaned me out to two other guys, taken pictures of me and passed them around for all I know, showed my beaten ass to your husband and Tom visited your room in the basement. And oh, yea, borrowed some of Will's magazines to give him inspiration and ideas."
"And what is your opinion of all this?"
"It makes me hornier than hell just to talk about it, as if you couldn't guess. Why didn't you ever tell me about you and Will? And about the pictures in the magazines?"
"Well, you've got to admit, it isn't the normal conversation that one has with the neighbor lady. How would you have taken it last week if I had said, by the way Will beats the shit out of me, I enjoy it tremendously, and I've had my pictures published in skin magazines showing the world that I like to be whipped and tied up?"
"Ok, I see your point. But that is past history. I know and enjoy the same thing. So tell me. I'm all ears."
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything. How did you get started? What's your favorite punishment, form of restraint, has anyone else joined in your games? Whatever you're willing to tell."
"Ok, I'll start with your questions. I have been receiving pain for years. It started with my step-father when I was fourteen. Mom remarried after divorcing my father and Jim was quite the believer in discipline. At first it was only with mom, but as I started developing he took an interest in me. Needless to say, mom couldn't or wouldn't stop him.
"At first he would spank me for minor offenses, like being late for curfew. Then he expanded to it to include almost every facet of my life. He just kept getting firmer and firmer with me, and mom too. It got to the point that I was being beaten almost every other night of the week, and when I wasn't being beaten mom was. After each time he would fuck mom silly. It turned him on and after a while it did the same to me. As soon as he would leave me I'd frig myself for hours. My school work started to slip because I was spending so much time with my hands between my legs that I started to get the strap for my low grades. More coffee?"
"Sure, but continue your story. I'm fascinated"
"I'm sure you are. Here, want sugar?"
"Thanks."
"So any way, by the time I was sixteen and dating I began to look for guys that would treat me like Jim did. It wasn't all that hard. All I had to do was circulate with the wilder side. That made me happy until I was about eighteen or so and wanted a little better future than riding on the back of a motorcycle for the rest of my life. My grades were good so I applied for college."
"It wasn't much harder finding the type of guy I needed there than it had been in high school, if you knew what to look for. So until my junior year things went fine. I was getting my ass beat on a fairly regular basis, just as I had been use to getting from Jim, then I met Will."
"He had just transferred from another college and we were introduced at a party. Well, my preferences weren't any secret on campus. So when he asked me out I agreed. The first date wasn't much to talk about. We went to a movie, had popcorn, that sort of stuff. When he took me back to the house he gave me one hell of a kiss while he squeezed the shit out of my tit. When I swooned into his crushing hand he knew he had me right were he wanted me. We both knew we would be seeing more of each other."
"The next night we went to a drive-in and things changed for the better. He had no more than parked the car, got the speaker inside, than he had ripped open my blouse, tearing it to shreds. A second later he had out his pocket knife and cut my bra right off of me and he had his face buried in my tits. Needless to say I didn't protest in the least. When I felt him pulling my arms behind my back I helped him. The next thing I knew my wrists were hand-cuffed and my jeans were added to the pile on the floor. My cunt was overflowing."
"So what happened then, finish the story."
"Pretty much as you might expect. My tits were covered with teeth marks and hickies before he turned me over his knee and beat my ass with his belt. When he was done with that he fucked me to three glorious climaxes before he came himself. From that day I have been his devoted slave and never regretted a minute of it."
"Whow! So you got married and lived happily ever after. Is that it?"
"More or less. As time passed he became more and more demanding of me."
"What's that mean? Aren't you still willing?"
"Sure I am. It means just that. He became more and more demanding. I became more and more submissive to his wishes. In the beginning he would only use his hands or belt to beat me. Then he progress to whips and canes. All of which I enjoy."
"So?'
"So, the more he does to me the more I want done to me. Crazy isn't it?"
"No, not really. Hell, just since Saturday Tom has gone from his hand to his belt and a paddle. Lent me to two other guys. Shown me to your husband. Made arrangements for me to be with his boss on Friday and a photographer on Saturday night."
"Sounds like a busy schedule."
"Yes, it does doesn't it? But I'm willing."
"Good for you. But back to some of your questions. My favorite form of punishment is either the barbed whip or being burnt. Does that turn you off?"
"No. Not really. That was in the magazines that Will lent Tom. I thought it was exciting. Care to elaborate?"
"Sure. My favorite time was about two weeks ago. Will took me down to the dungeon, tied my wrists and hair to the ceiling, my ankles to the side walls and bound my tits with a thin wire. He must have spent over an hour whipping me with the barbed whip."
"Excuse me, but what is a barbed whip?"
"Ours is a four foot whip that has three strands and there is a metal barb, something similar to barbed wire, on the end of each strand. Understand?" Linda nodded her head.
"Well, after he had whipped me with the barbed whip he lit the small charcoal grill that he stores down there and let it heat up. He took up the dildo belt, stuffed one dildo up my cunt the other up my ass and tied them to the belt. My ass and cunt were stuffed to the limit, the harness was cutting into me, and Will got the iron out of the fire. By then it was red hot. He brought it so close I could feel the heat, but he didn't actually burn me with it like he knew I wanted."
"He put the iron back in the fire. Then he started using the strap on me. The particular strap I'm referring to is four inches wide and about a half inch thick. Quite sturdy and painful. Well he used that strap on me. I had black and blue marks all over my tits, cunt and ass before he set it aside, took more pictures, then again got the iron."
"That time he actually used it on me. He burnt my right nipple, then my left. All the while I was begging for more. Then he burnt my cunt around the harness, so he didn't get my clit. The iron was starting to cool so he put it back in the fire and he removed the harness from around my waist and between my legs."
"Now you have to remember that my legs were tied off to the side walls so my cunt was totally exposed. He left the dildos in me and went back for the iron. That time he used it to fry my clit to crispness. I think I came continuously for fifteen minutes as he burnt my cunt, clit and tits. He would place the iron back in the fire to keep it hot and while it was heating up again he used the strap to beat my opened cunt. Finally he removed the dildo from my cunt and shoved the iron up me. It actually sizzled. Well by then Will wanted relief too, so he pulled the dildo out of my ass and replaced it with his cock. God, it was fantastic!"
"Was that it? Were you done then?"
"No. After Will came he pulled out, replaced the dildos in me and took up THE paddle."
"What is THE paddle?"
"It's about eighteen inches long, an inch thick and made of hardwood. He used it to beat my ass. He uses all his strength, and let me tell you I was swinging from them. I came some more then he took some more pictures then fucked me again. Then he left me hanging for over two hours. When he came back he proceeded to tie me to the sawhorse, beat my ass some more, then fuck it. After that he finally released me for the night. I was sore as hell, and it was my favorite so far. Does that turn you off?"
"Not really. I don't know if I'm up to something like that, but it doesn't turn me off. In fact the thought of it turns me on. Susan, do you have those pictures?"
"Sure. Want to see them?"
"Do I? You bet."
Susan did get the pictures and show them to Linda. Even after the story that went along with them, Linda was surprised at the amount of damage Susan had taken.
They did turn her on, her cunt was drooling in envy, but she still had doubts that she could take so much. "You said this was two weeks ago?"
"Yea, why? Want to see?"
"Yes, I would, if you don't mind."
"No, I don't care."
Linda watched in amazement. Susan calmly stood up in the middle of the kitchen floor and began to remove her clothes.
Linda stared intently. She could definitely see where Susan had been burnt. Her tits and cunt were still puckered and red. But there wasn't all that much left from the various strappings she had taken. "Have you been hurt since then?"
"Only mildly. Will doesn't like to keep to much of me damaged. He says that he likes to see the marks form and if there are already marks on me, it's harder to do. Generally after a harsh punishment he uses milder forms of punishment until they fade."
"What milder forms?"
"Well, he doesn't use as much force so there are few new marks. He'll use more bondage than whips and such. They cause just as much pain, especially if I'm sore, but they don't leave as much evidence behind."
"Whuuee. You're quite a gal, Susan. Ok, so how about this dungeon I keep hearing so much about, may I see it?"
"Sure. Come on down."
The Wilsons didn't have much in the way of sex toys and Linda was very eager to try out the things that she had borrowed from Susan. She had even had the gall to call Tom and tell him what she had borrowed.
After cussing her out for making him horny, Tom gave her some explicit instructions for his arrival, which she willingly complied with.
Tom made record time in arriving home and immediately rushed to the kitchen upon his arrival. Linda again was exactly as requested. Her ankles were tied to the legs of the stool causing her legs to be spread wide and she had even managed to tie one wrist. There was another strand of rope around the fourth leg of the stool for her remaining wrist. And there on the kitchen counter were the toys that she had borrowed from Susan. A huge dildo, a massive butt plug, and the strap.
Totally naked he approached his wife. As he was tying her wrist, he asked, "You sure you want that strap used on you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Once I start, I won't stop until I want to. No matter what you do. You still sure?"
"Yes, sir."
She wanted the strap and by God she would get it, in spades. Her ass was hanging over the edge of the stool, easily available for him to insert the dildo and butt plug. Her tits were hanging over the other side, and he knew that they too would feel the strap before he was finished. Something that Linda had not requested.
He decided to start out slow and work his way up. Bringing it back he aimed it toward her upraised ass. Crack. The sound echoed around the room and Linda gave a gasp of surprise/pain. He brought it forward again, a bit harder.
"Ooooooooooo."
Then harder still.
"Gooooddddddddddd... that hurts."
"Good, you deserve it to hurt for what you made me endure this afternoon. This one will hurt even more." Crack.
"Aaaaaggggggggggguuuuuuuurrrrrr."
Each time Tom brought the strap to her ass he did it harder, until by the sixteenth time he was using all of his strength. Five more times and he set the strap aside and took up the dildo. Nothing mild or subtle. He slammed it in her cunt with one shove. Her head raised up and her scream split the air. Then he did the same with the butt plug. She screamed even louder.
He took up the strap again. Every stroke was delivered with all of his strength. Linda's ass was so deep a red it looked black, and still he kept using the strap. By somewhere around the twelfth she was begging him to fuck her. There was no way he was going to stop. Not until he had used it on her tits that were hanging there begging him for attention.
Linda's head was hanging down the same side of the stool as her tits and he knew that it had to be gotten out of the way before he could hit her tits so he began to look around the kitchen.
They had a fairly standard kitchen, it probably contained what most kitchen contained but he was looking for something special. His eyes roamed the room until he spotted her apron. It had long ties that wrapped around Linda's waist when she used it. Was it long enough? Probably.
Taking the apron he tied one strap to the light fixture and gave it a pull. Using both hands he gathered her hair behind her head and formed a ponytail using the apron to hold it. Tying that off he went back to the apron string that was attached to the light and began to pull. In seconds Linda's head was straining toward the ceiling. When it was as far as it would go, he tied off the apron sting.
Taking his time he took in the scene. Linda's back was arched, her head back, her tits hanging freely over the edge of the stool, her ass was dark red and the ends of the dildo and butt plug were very visible.
She was crying but making little noise. With her head so far back she couldn't scream. Perfect. Taking up the strap again he used it five more times on her ass before moving around to her tits. Wham. He smashed her tits between the strap and the side of the stool.
Instantly they turned red. He had ignored her tits for too long. One, five, ten times he struck them as gurgles escaped her thrown back throat. Tears were streaming down her face, her nose was running, and her eyes were pleading.
He used the strap ten more times. When Bill saw her Friday those marks would still be there. That thought made him smile. Five more blows to her tits and his cock was in danger of firing.
Walking behind her he jerked out the butt plug and before her asshole had a chance to close his cock was buried deep within her. Her whole body shuttered as he slammed forward sinking all of himself within her ass. Her ass was a bit to low for his comfort as he had to bend his legs to keep at the right height but that didn't bother him in the least because as he bent forward he turned his upper body to the side to avoid her thrown back head and each hand grabbed a hot stripped tit.
His fingers curled around her massive mounds digging into them with force as he climbed higher. He wanted this to last, so as he slowed down he used one hand to untie the apron string from around her hair. Instantly Linda's head flopped down, she took a deep breath then screamed. "Fffffuucckk mmmmmeeeeeeee."
Well so much for his doubts. He slammed into her as hard and as fast as he could without coming. His hands tortured her tits and her ass squeezed him.
"Ripp mmyy tits offf hurt mmeee baad, plleeasse." Linda couldn't believe how she felt. Her ass had taken more than it had wanted and she had really meant it when she begged him to stop and fuck. But when he began to beat her breasts she thought she would go out of her mind. The pain/pleasure was so intense that she thought she would faint as she kept coming and coming again and again.
Tom had never really harmed her tits before and she was very surprised that she liked the pain so much. Perhaps even more than the pain to her ass.
And when Tom's cock entered her ass it was overwhelming.
In the back of her mind she knew that she was in pain, but she didn't feel anything but pleasure. It was out of this world. The pain felt wonderful, Tom's cock felt marvelous, her ass and tits seemed to be having their own orgasms. Then finally reality returned.
Tom had dumped his load in her ass over ten minutes ago and still she was going from one orgasm to another. He was so spent that all he could do to help her along was continue to squeeze her tits, but she seemed more than content with that.
Finally his legs began to cramp and he pulled out. A minute later he was back with the camera. The flash went off again and again as he recorded the damage done to Linda's body and still she was in never-never land.
Setting the camera aside he again tied her head to the light fixture, hit her tits three more time and took more pictures. She never even noticed. It was there in her eyes. Total rhapsody. The camera captured her expression on film. He laid on the floor to take pictures from a different angle, noticed that the underside of her tits were red too, and still she was off in her own world.
He reinserted the butt plug and took pictures of that too. Then he removed both the dildo and the butt plug and took more pictures. Five minutes later she finally came around enough to say, "I lovedd it alll. When can we do it again?"
Chapter Six
Every night he came home from work Tom fucked his wife. Wednesday the only additional damage he did was to spank her bruised ass as he fucked it. Thursday he tied her up in his workshop and continually hit her tits and ass with one of his belts. He wanted her to be very marked when she came to the office on Friday.
Linda enjoyed ever second of the attention he gave her. Sex had never been as good before. The pain was that extra element that added immeasurable intensity to their sex. Never did she want to give it up. No matter what he asked of her she would do.
Friday finally arrived as it always does in the course of week and Linda was excited beyond belief. Tom didn't know what Bill would do to her, he had never said, but both thought he would take anything that he could get.
By ten o'clock Linda was dressed as Tom had ordered and heading out the door to the train.
She walked to Tom's office. She said hi to some acquaintances along the way then stepped into his office. "Hi, babe. Am I on time?"
Tom looked up from his desk and smiled. God, was she ever a knockout. And her outfit. Very little was left to the imagination. The marks on her tits were obvious even under her blouse and bra. He was quite sure Bill would notice. "Right on time. Have a seat and I'll be with you in a moment."
Linda took the seat beside his desk and waited for him to finish. When he was done he picked up the phone, dialed four numbers, and said, "Hi, Bill. Linda is here." There was a slight pause, then he said, "Be right there."
He hung up the phone, walked around his desk, pulled Linda up and gave her a crushing kiss as his hands wrinkled her blouse. "You realize that this is to be a session, don't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Let's go. Bill is waiting in his office." So saying they walked to Bill's office. He was waiting for them at the door. "Hi, Linda. How are you doing?"
"Just fine, sir."
They watched him. There was no doubt that he noticed her marked tits under her clothes. He gave her a smile and closed the door behind them. "Are you in agreement with what is to happen, Linda?"
"I don't know what is to happen, sir. But I am in full agreement, sir."
They saw Bill smile. "Hold her hands behind her back, Tom." Before Tom could reach for her hands, she had them behind her back and crossed. Her chest was thrust forward as she anticipated Bill's desire. Tom curled his fingers around her wrists, holding her in place as Bill reached forward and began to slowly unbutton her blouse. Her chest was still pushed forward as he unhooked the front snap of her bra and pulled it aside too.
"I'm going to hit your tits Linda. Don't make a sound. Understand?"
Linda nodded her head and took a deep breath. No matter how hard he hit her breasts it would hurt. They were quite sore thanks to Tom's attention. She watched Bill's hand come toward her tits.
He hit the left one right on the fullness at the side causing them both to jerk back and forth on her chest as she clamped her mouth shut to stifle the gasp of pain. Bill smiled. He raised his left hand, showing her that it was going to be used next. He slammed it into her right tit with just as much force as he had used with his right hand on her left tit. Again Linda swallowed her moan as her tits flopped back and forth on her chest.
"Wonderful. Just wonderful. I want to see your ass too." Tom released her wrists and the men watched her as she raised her skirt to her waist, turned around and bent over, giving both of them a good view of her beaten ass. She was not wearing any panties. Bill had no trouble seeing her batter flesh.
"I am going to pinch your ass. Make no sound." Bill was delighted with Linda and Tom. He brought his hand to her ass, got a good grip on a heavily bruised section and gave it a twisting pinch.
"Mmmummmmm." escaped Linda before she could stop it. Otherwise she didn't do anything except hold herself in place as Bill did it again. "I can't take much more, sir, and remain quite."
"Fair enough. Get dressed." Bill walked away from her and motioned Tom to follow him to the side of the office, where he whispered, "You have my complements, Tom. You've done wonders with your wife."
"Thank you."
"I know I haven't told you much about what to expect because I wanted to see her first, to judge her. Now that I have, I'll tell you what I'd like. I have reserved a hotel room a couple of block from here. Lunch has been ordered for the three of us. After which I would like to use Linda for a while, in your presence naturally. If I do anything that you object to just say so and I'll stop. Ok?"
"Fine by me."
"Good, then let's go. I have a two o'clock appointment that I can't miss." When they were done talking they turned back to Linda. She was again dressed and presentable.
It didn't take long to reach the hotel. Bill used the phone to call for their lunch, shortly it arrived and they ate. Little was said in way of conversation, it was almost as if they didn't have time to spare as they finished the meals.
When they were done, Bill said, "Strip, then stand in front of me." Linda instantly complied and was standing as ordered. God did it ever give her a high to follow orders now days.
"Spread your legs as far as possible." Bill waited for her to comply before he brought his fingers to her saturated cunt and immediately sunk three fingers in her. She moved slightly, gave an "Uuummffffffff", and remained in place as he worked his hand back and forth in her cunt.
"Horny bitch, isn't she?" Tom's answer was a smile as he rearranged his swollen cock in his suit pants. He turned back to her. "Do you like it up your ass?"
"Yesss, sir." Linda's passions were soaring already, and he had hardly begun.
"How about a spanking? Can your ass take more?"
"I'd love aaa spanking, sir."
"Great. Go over to the bed and lay down ass up. I'll be with you in a moment."
Linda gladly laid down on the bed. Whenever she was horny, her legs seemed to turn to jelly and today was no exception. She still didn't know what to expect, except the mentioned spanking, but somehow she didn't think Bill would stop there.
As her tense body awaited him on the bed, Bill disrobed and walked toward her. He had his belt in his hand. Oh, God, she didn't know if she could take another strapping so soon. Her ass was one very sore piece her of anatomy. She closed her eyes and buried her head in a pillow to muffle the sounds that she knew she would be making shortly.
Bill brought the belt down very hard as the pillow swallowed her scream of pain. Then five more times before he said, "Raise up on your knees. I want your ass way up in the air." He waited for her to move before hitting her ass again. This time her scream was heard louder as her head came out of the pillow when the pain sank into her ass. "Five more times, Linda. Keep the noises as low as possible."
Desperately she burrowed her head into the pillow to muffle her sounds as Bill hit her the five more times. She was crying and in pain, but she had no desire for him to stop. "Moorrreee pleaseeeeeeeeee."
Being considerate, Bill didn't stop. Five, then ten more times his belt connected with her ass before he dropped it on the floor and knelt behind her on the bed. Two seconds later his cock was working its way up her ass, shortly all of him was in.
Tom watched from the side and could see Bill's expression as he sunk his cock up Linda's ass. He knew just what he was feeling. One damn tight and hot tunnel. For several minutes he watched Bill go in and out of his wife before he told him, "Hit her ass and await heaven."
Bill gave Tom a glance then did as he had said. He hit her ass and her shithole tightened around his cock. "Aaarruuuggg God, whatt annn assssss." He had never felt an asshole so tight. Her muscles rippled, pulled and caressed his cock to tightly that he was on the verge of coming and he didn't want that to happen for quite some time.
But he had an idea. He pressed all of his cock up her and left it there. Satisfied that he could control himself for a while he brought his hand to her ass again. "Aaraaarrgg." Damn, did she ever have the muscle control in her ass. He hit her again. She squeezed him again. He did it again and so did she.
Then all of a sudden he was squirting. He hadn't move an inch and he was coming, just from her talented ass. "Aaaaarrrraaa. Take it, bitch... aaaaggguuggg... take it all." His cock sputtered and spit up her asshole as his hand kept raining down blows on her ass. Her muscles and spasms doing all the work for him until he was spent and pulled out to collapse.
"More, I need more, pleaseeeee. More." Linda was in seventh heaven and wanted to stay there. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that Tom was around somewhere, surely he had a swollen cock that could help her out. "Tommmm pleaseee."
Her ass was waiving in the air as Tom looked at Bill. "Be my guest. I'm out for a while. By all means help out the lady."
At first he wasn't sure about Bill. Did he want Linda all to himself? After all it wouldn't do any good to get Linda together with Bill only to blow it by stepping in were he wasn't wanted. But Bill was more than willing for him to make Linda happy while he recuperated and got it up again. His clothes were a blur as he stripped out of them and took Bill's place at his wife's ass.
When Jason Polinski had fucked Linda's ass he had later fucked her cunt, but this time he wanted to know what it felt like to fuck a fucked ass, and that is precisely what he did. His cock was buried deep within her as he followed his own advise and started hitting her battered ass.
He knew just what Bill had just been through. Heaven. Linda's ass was in constant motion. Her hips moved back and forth, from side to side, and her tunnel was more active than a leaf in a whirlwind. And he too submitted to her wiles as he added his sperm to that of Bill's up her asshole.
Moments later there were two very tired men laying on the bed as Linda again begged for some attention. "More, pleaseee more. I don't care if you hurt me. I need more, pleaseee."
Bill turned his head to look at her face. That was definitely a desperate female if he ever saw one. Her eyes were dilated. Her breathing was short and rapid. Her ass was waiving in the air in invitation. Her swollen and beaten tits were being continually rubbed back and forth across the bed spread that no one had bothered to remove.
Her tits! Yes. Bill managed to get his feet under him and walk to the side of the bed. Taking her arm he flipped Linda over on the bed, her legs entangling with Tom's arms. "Hands above your head, bitch and I'll beat your tits for you."
He saw her smile as her hands moved to the headboard. Bending down he again picked up his belt. Linda grabbed the pillow and stuffed it into her mouth and arched her chest as she waited for the belt to land on her already bruised tits. Ever since Tom had whipped them in the kitchen they had not suffered any neglect. And they wanted the belt.
It landed. Right across both nipples as the leather sank into her raised hillocks. It hurt like hell, it felt magnificent. They began to throb all on their own as the belt landed again and again. Her clit was throbbing like crazy with each and every stroke that landed and her legs spread wide in a sexy invitation that Bill accepted four strokes later.
The belt landed right on her twitching clit. She screamed. She came. He did it again and she just kept coming and coming until she had no more logical thoughts at all.
When next she was coherent Bill was buried balls deep in her cunt as his hands tore her tits to shreds. Then all went blank except the feelings.
Chapter Seven
Tom arrived home and quickly surveyed the kitchen counter where he had told Linda to leave what he had ordered her to pick up on the way home. They were all there.
Tom had spent two lunch hours canvassing the local sex shops of New York City and they had been very helpful as he had made his purchases today before coming home. Setting his own brown bag on the counter he removed the contents and added them to the ones that Linda had bought. A very good start in his planned collection. He had purchased two dildos, a butt plug, a set of rings attached to a leather strap that would go around her tits and chest, and one set of nipple rings that had to pierce her nipples to get them on.
Inspecting the things that Linda had picked up he saw that it was all there. There were five packages of long leather shoe laces, the kind used in hiking boots, that he intended Linda to braid into a whip. Several clamps, some serrated, that he planned to use as nipple clamps. A hunk of oak that he planned to make into a paddle. A wide leather belt that was forty-five inches long that he would use as a breast band after installing the tacks that were in a small bag on the counter. When he was done the points of the tacks would poke through the belt and dig into Linda's tits quite well when he put it around her.
Strips of leather were also on the counter in various lengths and thicknesses. He also picked up the long needles that he had told her to buy. Each was at least six inches long. They would find there way into her skin many times in the future.
And last but not least he inspected the two very large vice grip pliers. Each one was huge and the clamping mechanism worked as desired. No matter where he attached them to Linda's body, they would not only squash the enclosed tissue but the heavy weight of them would pull that tissue far away from her body.
Well enough looking. It was time to find Linda and get started for the evening. He had every intention of delivering her tomorrow night totally damaged. Grabbing his camera and rolls of film, he climbed the stairs to the master bedroom and Linda.
Linda was on the bed as directed. Her ankles were tied to the foot of the bed spread wide apart and again she had managed to tie one of her wrists to the headboard. There was a length of rope ready to attach the other. Her hips were raised on top of three pillows and her eyes were covered by a blindfold.
Lying on the bed were two of his belts, a roll of string, and various pieces of rope. There was a sharp knife, the ping-pong paddle, and a dozen of his golf balls. "I'm here, Linda. This is going to be a long session. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. When we get to Jason Polinski's tomorrow night you are going to be one very sore bitch in heat. I won't use everything on you tonight, but you'll know you have been worked over. I saw you today at the hotel. You couldn't get enough. I think you will tonight. I'm going to gag you so your screams won't be heard and someone call the cops. We wouldn't want the session interrupted, now would we?"
"No, sir."
"Right. Before I start, how do you feel? I want specifics."
"My ass is sore as hell and so are my tits. My asshole feels like a Mack truck drove through it and I'm as horny as hell, sir."
"Great. Before the night is over, you won't be. And you'll be a hell of a lot sorer. Ok, enough talking. I'm going to tie your wrist and gag you, then we'll get started." Within minutes they were ready.
Her raised cunt was an obvious target to start on but he ignored it for the moment as he picked up one of the serrated clamps. "I'm going to put a clamp on your right nipple." Hell, it was only fair that he warn her. Soon it was attached were he said it would be as her entire body arched even more than it had been as the pain in her beaten nipple was increased by the teeth of the clamp biting into her flesh so much that it puckered.
"Now the other one." It too was soon accomplished as he heard her scream filter though the gags. He took up the camera and recorded the scene. Setting the camera aside he took up the roll of string.
He made a slip knot in the end and pulled some string through the loop then he was sliding it over her left tit and pulling it tighter with each tug. Soon the base of her tit was quite compressed. The string was so tight that he couldn't even see it. Soon her boob turned a even darker shade of red. Taking up the knife he cut the string, leaving several inches at the end then proceeded to do the same with her other tit, only wrapping it in the opposite direction.
When both where wrapped as tight as he could get them he used the two ends and tied them together between her tits pulling them toward the center of her chest.
As her tits began to swell with the trapped blood one of the clamps popped off and her scream could be heard quite well. He removed the other clamp and came up with an idea. Linda could hear the paper bag rattle as Tom dug into it.
The next thing she knew was excruciating pain. Something very strong had been placed on her nipple and it was squeezing the hell out it. Her guess was Tom had just used one of the vice grips. She was right, and soon the other nipple was similarly squashed and filled with pain.
Then the unthinkable happened. They began to hurt more as Tom flipped them toward her sides. The weight of the vice grips easily pulled her tits sideways, bending them in half as the cold metal sent goose bumps all over her entrapped tits. Her cunt twitched as she came for the first time that night.
Tom didn't miss her reactions, none of them.
When she stopped coming he turned his attention to her breasts again. They were now a deep blue, heading toward black. He touched them. They were cold. Again he took up the camera and recorded the progress.
Next he picked up one of the shorter lengths of rope and wrapped it around her upper thigh. He tied a simple knot in it and held it in place with one hand as with the other he pulled her cunt lip toward her thigh and pulled it under the rope. He tied the rope tighter and her cunt lip pressed into her leg. He tied off the rope then did the same with its twin. When he was done her cunt was spread wide and securely held open for later attention. Again he took some pictures.
The female cunt is not use to cool air and the sensation of her cunt being spread wide open and exposed to the air was really amazing. Her clit gave a twitch of approval as she heard the camera click away.
The next thing she felt was something even colder than the air touch her opened cunt. All she could tell was that it was cold and hard. Then Tom began to work it in her cunt. A dildo. She had seen enough of them in the magazines before but the one time in the kitchen when she had borrowed Susan's had been the only time she had experienced them. It felt fantastic as Tom pushed it in further and further until she felt very full, and still he pushed it in even more. By the time he stopped she was quite stretched and loving every minute of it.
Then she felt another one start to enter her asshole. Again Tom pushed it all the way in and both openings were over stuffed and feeling heavenly. If she had been able to speak, she would have thanked him profusely. Then again she heard the camera.
She felt Tom remove something from the bed. At first she didn't know what but soon she did. There was no doubt that he had just hit her spread pubic mound with one of the belts. Instantly her body recorded the pain and before she had a chance to do anything else it landed again on her upper thighs. Somehow she knew that the next one would land on her opened cunt. And she was right. It landed directly on her twitching clit. She screamed and she came. Tom landed three more blows directly on her twitching clit before changing targets.
When Tom had attached the vice grip pliers to her nipples he had made sure that the nipples themselves were still exposed and he alternated the next ten strokes to each one as Linda's screams were hardily suppressed by the gags. There was no doubt that each of those blows was very painful. She twisted as much as possible on the bed.
However, her efforts were futile. She was held firmly in place as again he changed targets. Her upper thighs received twenty before he again took some pictures. As he was holding the camera in one hand he reached forward with the other and turned on the vibrating dildo in her cunt. Her reactions were fabulous. And he recorded each and every one of them.
Linda had no idea what had just happened to her. All of a sudden there was a very active swarm of bees in her cunt. They were buzzing around inside of like nothing she had ever felt before. Her greatest wish at the moment was that they not escape her cunt. She was coming and coming.
The dildo in her cunt was pressed against the one in her ass sending both openings into heaven. She arched her hips more than the pillows had done as she went from one orgasm to another, back and forth they alternated between her cunt and ass. She didn't care if Tom cut her open as long as that swarm of sensations continued forever.
She felt the belt cut into her opened cunt and she didn't care. She felt it land on her bound and clamped tits and it felt wonderful, thank you Tom very much. Pick another spot to hit. He did. The belt landed again and again on her body. Her tits, her cunt, legs, stomach, even her the bottom of her feet and each felt wonderful as the buzzing continued on forever.
Tom whipped her with the belt until his arm was tired. She was covered with marks from her tits to her feet and still she continued to come one right after another. Finally he stopped and took more pictures. Then he removed the vibrating dildo and replaced it with his cock as his hands grabbed the vice grips and pulled them away from her. His cock didn't stand a chance. He came as Linda's cunt went into overdrive.
After he came he turned her over and began again. When he was again done Linda's entire backside was covered with the marks of the belt. As he took more pictures he wished that the braided whip had been made. But he soon settled for fucking her ass as again his hands took hold of the vice grips and pulled. When again he was emptied he released her and took more pictures as she squirmed around on the bed in ecstasy.
Finally she calmed and he took her into his arms after removing all the things from her body, holding her like a baby. He gently caressed her but she jerked in pain with every touch. Finally he just held her still until she slept.
At nine o'clock he woke her up to start again.
"How are you feeling now? Again I want specifics."
"I ache all over, sir."
"Too much to continue?"
"I... " She had to think about that. There wasn't a place on her body that didn't hurt like hell. With her head lowered she saw her tits. They were purple and black and just her breathe on them hurt them. Her hair lying on her back felt like someone was again whipping her. How did she feel? Sore as hell and ready for more. "I can stand more, sir."
"That's my girl. The first thing I want is for you to help put this on."
Linda looked to see what he was taking about. She had seen one similar in one of the magazines. A sigh escaped her lips as she reached for the rings and straps. Placing the rings at her breasts she held them in place as Tom forced her battered tits through the small rings.
It took quite a bit of work to get them in. As Tom pulled and twisted them inside the rings it was all she could do to remain still. When finally they were pressed against her chest wall she lowered her head and Tom fastened the strap behind her back, pulling it tight. "Next I'm going to insert these in your nipples."
Linda again looked to see what he was holding. Again she had seen similar ones and knew that he was holding nipple rings. As he slid the opening device back she saw that they were the self-piercing type.
"I... I don't think I can hold still for that, sir. My nip... nipples are very tender." Taking deep breath, she added, "Perhaps you should bind me in place first, sir."
"Ok. Sit back on her heels and I'll tie your hands to your ankles." She was soon in position, then tied. As Tom grabbed the hardened left nipple she jerked in pain. He pulled it away from the rest of her bound tit and held the nipple ring in place, then let it snap shut.
Linda's scream could be heard for some distance as she felt the self-piercing needle go through her. He gave her a minute to rest then did the other one. When he released that piercing needle in her she fell over on the floor in agony. Her clit twitched in climax as she rolled around on the floor.
Tom forced her back up and took her picture. Several. Then set the camera aside and reached for the roll of string. He cut off two lengths of string and tied each to a nipple ring letting the other ends tickle her legs. "Bend over. Get your tits as close as you can to your knees."
He released her hands from her ankles and her nipples touched her knees. Taking the other ends of the string he tied them around her knees. The only way to move her nipples away from her knees was to rip the rings out of her breasts.
With the rings tied to her knees her ass was slightly raised in the air. That was Tom's next target as he picked up one of the long needles that she had bought earlier. "Get ready. I'm going to run this needle through your ass cheek. Then do the same to the other cheek. Get ready, here it comes."
There was no way to prepare herself for those needles. Her fingers dug into the carpet, she tensed her body to remain still, but it didn't help. Before both needles were through her ass cheeks her nipples had started to tear as the strings held them firmly to her knees. Then after all of that, Tom informed her that he was again going to beat her ass, this time with the ping-pong paddle.
He was asking too much of her body. Her mind was convinced that what he proposed was impossible without totally ripping the rings out of her nipples and tearing them to shreds. But still the paddle landed on her punctured ass. Miraculously she maintained her position as it landed. And as unbelievable as it sounds, again she found pleasure in her pain.
As Tom beat her ass with the paddle her greatest concern was to hold as still as possible as she again experienced one climax after another. She came even more as he stuffed six golf balls up her cunt as he again used the paddle on her.
Finally he stopped and cut the strings that held her in place. She was so grateful for all that he had given tonight that she instantly began to swallow is cock down her throat until he coated it with his cream.
Chapter Eight
The next morning Tom let Linda sleep as late as she could. He showered and dressed as quietly as possible and when he was done she still slept.
The sheet only covered part of her and it was easy for him to see, at least from her waist up, what he had done to her last night. He didn't think it was possible. In one week. That's all it had been. She had gone from bitch to slave. He still wasn't sure but somehow he doubted that he controlled her. Pain controlled her. There was no doubt about that. But did he? Did it make a difference as long as he got what he wanted? Not much. But a little.
Enough reflection. He left their room, taking the bag with him and made his way downstairs. He fixed himself some toast and coffee, set his dishes in the sink and took the bag to his workshop and began constructing his arsenal of pain.
The band saw quickly cut the basic design for the paddle, the file and sandpaper finished it. Next he got out a tack hammer and began to drive the tacks through the long belt that was intended for Linda's breasts. That took some time to complete but when he was done he knew he held a painful instrument in his hands. He then finished his other projects.
After cleaning up his mess he stored the new equipment in a large duffle bag that had been around for a while. Hoisting the bag over his shoulder he went upstairs to check on Linda. It was after noon.
Opening the basement door he entered the kitchen and there was Linda. A very colorful, naked Linda standing by the counter drinking a cup of coffee.
"Are you trying to make me horny by going around naked?" He asked as his eyes worshiped her marked body.
"Good morning, Tom. And to answer your question, it wasn't my intent to make you horny. I tried to get dressed but the clothes hurt too much, besides I didn't think you would object to my nudity. Do you?"
"Not in the least, but it does make me horny. Care to do anything about me?"
It had indeed been painful to wear clothes, and taking a shower had been hell, but still she knew that once started she would willingly continue and derive extreme satisfaction from whatever Tom did to her. This pain stuff was addictive and she had every intention of continuing her addition to it, and to Tom. "What did you have in mind?"
"Come here and I'll show you."
Tom set the duffle bag on the counter and opened his arms to her as she approached him. She eagerly pressed her tortured tits into his chest, raised her mouth to his and gasped as his arms wrapped around her beaten back.
He held her tightly with one arm as the other hand mapped her battered back and butt. His kiss was deep and demanding and she willingly submitted to all. Again her passions began to rise to the occasion as she pressed her whipped Venus mound into his jeans covered hardening cock.
Breaking their embrace Tom held her away from him as he looked at her. Both were there and easily seen. Pain and passion. "Bend over from your waist, take out my cock and suck it. But don't make me come."
"Yes. Is this a session?"
"Yes."
Linda quickly unzipped his jeans and withdrew his still enlarging cock. In the next instance it was in her mouth as Tom dug into the duffle bag on the counter. There was something handing beside her as Tom said, "Place this directly over your nipples and hold it in place while I tighten it."
Closer inspection of the object showed it to be the tack covered belt. Keeping her mouth on his cock she brought the belt under her, centered it and pressed the tack points into her nipples as Tom took both ends and began to fasten it around her. "Aarrgg God." She watched and felt Tom pull it tighter and tighter. Her tits folded over the sides of the belt. The points of the tacks were embedded in her nipples and tits, and it looked like she had four tits, a set above the belt and a set below. And still he pulled it tighter as she released his cock. It would never do to bite it, and she screamed again. Finally he buckled it behind her back.
"Stand up and let me see." He watched her straighten her body. She did it very slowly. Her long hair covered her face as she stood there so he used his hand to brush it aside. Her eyes again had that glazed look, tears were streaming down her face and the sight of her divided tits was unbelievable.
The black belt almost matched the color of her skin as it cut into her tits. Four nippleless, very abused tits separated by a belt is not a usual sight. He liked it. "Now kneel and make me come in your mouth." If she didn't do it soon he would come all on his own by just looking at her.
She kneel before him and continued to devour his cock. All ten inches were crammed down her throat as she struggled to breath without using her chest area. But as she got into it more and more breathing became one of her least worries. She had always been a avid cock sucker and just because she had been beaten to within an inch of her life and was driving the sharp points into her nipples and breasts with each intake of air that she took, didn't stop her at all.
She could smell the change in Tom as he neared his release and that became her only concern. She had to have his cream. His cock gave another twitch and she tasted the first drop on her tongue and was lost herself. She never noticed that Tom had bent over. She didn't even feel his hands wrap around the belt on her back. But when he pulled it up she did. The tacks dug into her deeper. She screamed. His white, ropy globs rolled around her throat and choked her. Taking a breath to counteract the pain she choked and sprayed him with his own discharge. She coughed again as he almost held her in midair by the belt.
"Lick it up or you'll hang here all day." Tom held her torso up by the belt as her lips and tongue licked each and every drop off him. When she was done he lowered her back to her knees. "Never spit out my cream again. That I will not tolerate. Stand up."
It took her a while but she did manage to stand. "Now bend over and grab your ankles with your hands. And stay that way while I paddle your ass for not keeping my man juice in your mouth."
Linda had known long ago, even before Tom started hurting her, that he was very particular about her always swallowing his sperm when she gave him head. Twice before she had choked, when first learning to give head, and let some of it escape her mouth. Those were two of only three occasions when he had demonstrated his potential for dominance. To have lost his cream now, in her position of slave, she knew would be dealt with severely.
She assumed the position and waited for the paddle to land on her already beaten ass. What she hadn't anticipated was the new paddle. It carried quite a punch. The new twenty-four inch paddle could be used with two hands and swung with much more force. Tom did both.
Totally unprepared for the force of the hit Linda went flying and screaming through the air to land on the floor some five feet away. "Get back here and in position." There was a new quality in his voice that compelled her to act as quickly as her tattered shell could.
Again she was in position and again the paddle landed with to much force and she went flying. The process was repeated again. By the ninth blow Linda didn't want to continue. She laid on the floor totally defeated. "If you don't get yourself back here, bitch, you'll get fifty instead of the twenty I planned. The choice is yours. Twenty under your own power or fifty under bondage. What's it to be?"
"Th... the twenty... pleaseeeee." Three times she tried to get her feet under her and failed but finally she managed. She placed herself in position again. For the tenth one. She had to, no way could she withstand fifty. Again she went flying across the floor. No longer could she even scream, the forgotten belt made it very difficult. It took to much energy to crawl back to Tom, struggle to stand and bend over to have it all repeated again and again. She was in a void. All she could concentrate on was crawling, standing and bending over to be sent flying again. Every time her body landed on the floor she would crawl back to him, force her rubber band legs to support her for a second then do it all over again.
By the tenth blow Tom's temper had cooled considerable and he began to administer the remain ten with more calm and control. He was not unaware of Linda's struggles to meet his demands. Every time he hit her she would drag herself back for more.
By eighteen he was beginning to feel sorry for her but knew he had to do all twenty, if he didn't his control over her would be gone forever.
At the nineteenth Will Johnson walked through the kitchen door. "You can hear her all over the damn neighborhood, Tom. If you don't want visitors you had better move her or stop. My God, she looks like hell. What have you done to her in one damn week?"
"None of your damn business."
Linda didn't even notice Will's arrival. Again she held herself in shaky place as Tom hit her with number twenty. He relaxed his grip on the paddle as for the final time she flew across the floor.
"Besides, she hasn't screamed for the last seven. And that was the last one."
"Well, you had better tell her that. She's in place for another one, if I'm not mistaken."
Tom turned around to see what Will was taking about and sure enough Linda was again in position. He stared in awe. She was totally unaware of the number. He could have stopped earlier and she would have never know.
"Pleesssseee Tooommmm hittt me. IIIeee can't sstaannd very long." Why was he taking so long to hit her? Didn't he know that she had nothing left? If she couldn't stand for him, he would do it fifty times, hell it already felt like a thousand. "Pleeeeas-see."
"Just hit her lightly, Tom. I don't think she can get up anymore."
Tom tapped her with the paddle and she crumbled on the floor. The men watched her. She got one hand under her. A minute later she managed to get one leg to support her. Then she fell flat on the floor and didn't move again.
"Take her to bed. We need to talk."
Tom nodded his head as he gathered her in his arms and carried her up the stairs. Later when her ass was covered with ice and he joined Will in the kitchen. Over some coffee they talked.
"You've unleashed a monster, Tom, and it's up to you to control it. Linda can't. Her one and only goal in life now is to have pain. She doesn't care how much. You could cut off her tit and feed it to her and she would willingly eat it and thank you for the privilege. You have to establish the guidelines and limits. You saw her. She'll keep coming back for more and more pain until she can't move at all. You have to stop before she reaches her limit."
"Sure you can take her to the limit occasionally, but not every time. Her limits will increase with the passage of time, so you can still plan to expand your tortures. But you can't go to the limit every time. Linda could take it for a while, but then she would just burn out and turn into a zombie. You don't want a zombie, you want a submissive wife. Right?"
"Yea, right."
"Look, Tom, you aren't the only one who has gone overboard in the beginning. We all have at one time or another. But you have to remember that YOU control what happens. Sure there will be times when she begs for more and some times you will comply, but not always. She has to be kept so that she still wants more. Something to aim at. If she is taken to the limit all the time there is nothing to look forward to. Get my point?"
"I think so. Will she be all right?"
"Sure. Some rest, some ice, and some time is all she needs."
"But we have an appointment for tonight."
"To do what?"
"A pain session with Jason Polinski. At his place, 8:00 tonight."
"Does Linda know?"
"Sure."
"Ok. That means that you can't cancel it, you'd loose some control. So you'll have to call him and tell him that she was brought to and possible over her limit this morning. He'll know how to handle her. It might even help you too. There is a hell of a lot more to being a master or in control than dealing out pain."
"I'm beginning to see that. Thanks for the talk. I shouldn't apologize to Linda should I?"
"Good, God, no. Never apologize for anything. She doesn't want it and all it will do is weaken you position. Just watch her closely. She's hooked on pain. In the future try administrating short sessions of heavy pain instead of long ones of milder pain. Instead of whipping her until she is covered from head to toe, try burning a nipple, then leaving her. She'll be able to call up that pain for hours and remain high. Come back later and burn the other one. That will last even longer in her dream world. And never be severe on more than two places on her body. Like tits and ass, they like it there. But don't combine that with say her cunt and back. Space her pain out. Give her different things, don't keep going to the same places. Try beating the insides of her legs as she hangs upside down. The next time smash her tits like pancakes. Just keep changing."
"If you have a craving to beat her ass, or whatever, space it out. Do it only ever third time or so. Use her entire body. Experiment."
"I've never thought about it that way. I always thought that all I had to do was beat the shit out of her and she would obey."
Chapter Nine
Linda was as nude as publicly possible. Her body was draped with a flowing white caftan that was almost transparent. Very loose sandals were on her feet. Anything else they had tried to place on her was too painful to endure.
Trying to remain in control, if he ever had been, Tom ordered her to the back seat and in position, saying that if she was going to act like a baby he would treat her like one. Linda didn't object at all, she assumed that the evening's session had started before their arrival at Polinski's.
It took Tom twenty-five minutes to travel the distance to Jason's. Normally it would take about fifteen but he drove slowly, telling Linda he was doing so, so people would have a better chance of seeing her raised ass, but in reality he drove slow because sudden movements made her groan in pain.
He pulled into Jason's driveway, followed it to the opened garage door and pulled in as Jason had said to do. He got out of the car, pushed the button on the wall and the door closed behind his car. As he was starting to get Linda out of the car Jason joined them in the garage.
A quick glance at Linda's body under the caftan and Jason gave Tom a look that said volumes. He was NOT impressed by Tom's actions at all. But he couldn't do or say anything to Tom, that would weaken his position with his wife. Hopefully Tom would learn and he could keep up his relationship with both of them. It did show promise. "Good evening, Mr. Wilson. And how are you tonight?"
"Just fine. Would first name suffice?"
"Quite. Tom, isn't it?"
"Yes, and Linda. And you are Jason?"
"Correct. But your wife's name is simply Bitch, or at least for a while until she earns the right to a name. Agreed?"
"Sure. Shall we get her inside?"
"No. She will get herself inside." Turning to Linda, he said, "Get out of the car, bitch." Jason had no illusions about her condition. Linda Wilson was one very beaten and hurt lady. Her ass looked ready to burst open at any one of the marks that decorated it. She was experiencing too much too fast.
Granted, he himself had established that she was a pain lover, but if Tom didn't curtail his abuses upon her she would be no good to anyone. "Remove that disgusting thing. I want to see nothing but flesh when I look at you, bitch."
"Yes, sir." Linda untied one lace and the caftan slid to her feet. Then in total agony she bent over to remove the sandals. Again she stood, head lowered, and faced her future tormentor.
"Follow us, slave."
A jolt of sheer pleasure coursed through her veins with that word. As she followed the men her thoughts began to take over her body. Slave. Jason Polinski had called her a slave. And she was. A slave to pain. A slave to Tom. A slave to Jason, or anyone else Tom gave her to. A slave. She was a slave. Slaves are punished. Slaves serve. Slaves have no meaning except what their master gives them. Master. Was Tom her master? Master. Slave. Slave and Master. Linda followed her masters. She saw nothing but them.
Tom saw a hell of a lot more.
Jason was not poor by any stretch of the imagination. Luxury was all around him as he followed Jason through several rooms of pure opulence. Then of all things they entered an elevator that Jason had unlocked. The ride down the elevator was done in silence. Somehow Tom thought that they had gone more than one story down before it opened into an entire level of dungeon.
This wasn't just a dungeon room, it was several that occupied an entire floor of Jason's home. Jason locked the elevator with a key and they stepped into the first room.
"Go stand in that corner, bitch, and don't move once your hands are on top of your head. I want to see your nose become pointed by pressing it into the corner. Understand, bitch?"
"Yes, sir."
They watched her walk to the appointed corner, press her nose into the junction of the walls and place her hands on top of her head, arms well back because of the walls. Satisfied that she was in position, Jason gestured for Tom to follow him to the other side of the room. Out of hearing distance from Linda. In whispered tones they talked. "God, Tom, you've got to hold back some. Linda is a mess."
"I know, Will explained things to me afterwards. I'm here to learn, Jason. I don't want a zombie, but I do want a willing slave. She just kept asking for more and more, I didn't know enough to deny her."
"Well at least you're trying now. You've got to take control of her or nothing will except the pain. That's no good. I'll show you a few things tonight and give you some books. They should help."
"Thanks. But what are we going to do with her now? She's almost totally spent but she knows she's here for pain. How do we handle that?"
"Oh, we'll give her pain, but very little damage. She's had plenty of that recently. Tell me, what do you want from her? What is your dream as far as she is concerned?"
"What do you mean? I want her to obey me."
"I know that but what do you want to accomplish? Do you want just a sex slave? Or would you like her to be... say a French Maid to your friends? Would you like her to dress up in nothing but an apron and serve your buddies beer at poker games to impress them? Do you want her to be a compulsive exhibitionist and go around flashing her body at strangers? Do you want to take her to an S&M club and beat the shit out of her in front of an audience? Do you want the world to know she is your slave, or just you and a select few? Or do you want her to cower to everyone in the world? What do you want of her? Do you want her to retain her current personality or change it? If so to what? Do you want an actress, who one day will be your whore and the next as pure and untouchable as your grandmother? What do YOU want of her?"
"I... I've never really thought about it I guess. Give me a minute." Tom sat down in a plush chair as Jason took the other one. As his mind considered all that Jason had said both of them watched Linda in the corner. Her face was still pressed in the corner and Tom had few doubt that the end of her nose would indeed become pointed because of it.
At first her hands had rested on her head, but now her fingers were interlaced to hold them in place. Suddenly Tom understood a basic principal of being in control. He didn't have to physically hurt her to control her. Her arms must be dead weights and hurt like hell, but still she kept them as ordered. Orders were more important than pain in controlling a slave. It was like Will had said, they could spend hours in dreams just because of one simple thing. An order.
Carefully storing that information, he turned his attention to answering Jason's question. What did he want to accomplish with Linda? Most of his posed questions he found appealing. "You've mentioned several possibilities that sound interesting."
"Like what? Many can be combined."
"Good, because that's what I want. I want her to willingly play the maid, the exhibitionist and the actress, and maybe some others. But I do not want her to cower before the world, only on my command do I want her to submit to others. Can that be done?"
"Sure. All she needs is some training. That is more than accepting pain."
"I know that now. How do we begin?"
"We have."
"Huh?"
"She is in training now. Training is nothing more than conditioning. You can train her by... say the exhibitionist. Whenever you beat her, tell her that the next time you will bring in an audience to watch her take her punishment. Whenever she is in pain, when she is the most receptive, say what you want and even after the pain is gone she will see herself doing just that. She'll see herself walking nude down Fifth Avenue as you lead her with a chain around her neck. It will become a goal for her that she MUST reach. Or if you want the maid, describe it to her in detail while she is in pain. Her dreams will all consist of her doing what you described. She'll beg to do it, whatever it is. Get the idea?"
"Yea. What about tonight? What training can we start now?"
"What is your strongest wish for her to be?"
"Well, I don't think there will be much persuading involved in making her into a maid or the exhibitionist, so can we start the actress part? That seems like unlimited possibilities."
"Ok. What would you like her to be tonight?"
"Well, we don't have any costumes, so that leaves out"
"Who said we didn't have costumes?" Jason interrupted him. "There is an entire closet over there filled with them." Jason smiled at him. "You aren't the only person in the world that has fantasies. So what will it be, chances are I have the appropriate costume in stock."
"You're a wonder to behold, Jason Polinski. Ok, I'll name my fantasy and see if you have it. A harem girl. A very horny harem girl that has been in the palace for years and is still a virgin. All she can think of is fucking the sultan. She'll do anything he wants as long as he fucks her and fucks her and fucks her. So do you have a harem costume?"
Jason smiled at him, and asked, "What color do you prefer? Green, blue, or yellow? Each comes complete with hanging veils, coin belts and tinkling bells."
"Light blue or dark?"
"Light."
"The blue. How do we get her going?"
"Well, by now I'm sure she would sell her soul to lower her arms. But seeing how she is so abused already, we'll have to condition her without inflicting much more physical abuse. We'll have to use restraints to give her the pain. How about," he paused for a moment, then added, "Come with me. There is something I want to show you."
Jason lead him to another room . "How about this?"
"Great. What in the hell is it?"
"It's like a whirlpool. It continually swirls the hot water around and if you insert one of these jets in her cunt, well you can imagine. The water jets pulsate. This one," Jason held up a coil of plastic with a flared head, "goes in her cunt. It also squirts hotter water at a faster pace that is bound to make her higher than a kite. We can also bind her arms to the sides with these. Plus the hot water will help soothe away some of her pain."
He indicated the leather straps that were attached to the top of the tub. "I can call one of my assistants to rub her down with scented oils, all the while telling her that she is finally going to be taken to the Sultan. Actually, to two Sultans, us."
"What assistant?"
"Oh, have no fears, I have several around here. The one I was thinking of is Shelly."
"Assistants, hell, they're your slaves."
"Naturally. I have four that live here with me and others that visit on occasion. But back to Linda. Shelly can prepare her while we partake of Missy, Denise and Sharon. We can be relieved and teach you at the same time. And by the time Linda is ready, we will be too. Sound appealing?"
"You know it does."
Within minutes Shelly joined them in the dungeon. "We'll go back to Linda and you are to tell her to do as Shelly says, then we'll let Shelly have her and we'll have at the others for a while."
A quick conversation with Jason and Shelly was leading the unprotesting Linda toward the whirlpool. They could hear some of her words. "You are a very fortunate girl. The Sultans have decided that tonight you will serve both of them together. First we must prepare you. You will be bathed, oiled with scented creams, and pampered beyond your wildest dreams. All for the benefit of the Sultans."
"I know that you have waited for years for tonight to happen, and now it shall. But first we have to prepare you. You have had your training in how to please men, and tonight" Her voice faded away as she lead Linda away.
Looking at Jason, Tom asked, "That's all? Just talking?"
"Well it is more than talking, it's the power of suggestion. For the next hour and a half Shelly will talk to her. Tell her her past as she prepares her to met the Sultans. By the time she joins us she will almost believe that she has been in the harem for two years awaiting this very night. Her only desire will be to make us happy. If both of us want to fuck her cunt at the same time, she will think it is the most common of requests. Hell, if we wanted to fist fuck her she will think nothing of spreading her legs to comply. Once Shelly straps her arms to the whirlpool and inserts that cunt nozzle Linda will do anything, and I mean anything, to come. She won't care how. As long as it by us. That is important. Shelly will have her convinced that her entire world, the rest of her life, depends upon how much we like her tonight. But enough about Linda for a while, let's get the girls and have some fun of our own.
Linda had no more than been lead away than three women appeared. Each was totally different. Missy, after Jason introduced them to him, was a tiny little thing. She had short black hair, small hips and pleasant small tits. She was dressed in a set of shorts and a halter top.
Denise was tall and regal looking. Her long blond hair hung to her waist as it curled down her back. She possessed larger tits than Linda did, which was saying a lot. Her legs looked a mile long between her mini-skirt and high heels. She looked like she was ready to attend and lead a board meeting.
Sharon was of medium height with shoulder length brown hair. It was difficult to tell much about her body as she was wearing a baggy sweat shirt and even baggier sweat pants.
"Go to the green room and wait for us," Jason said after the introductions then turned to talk with Tom. As they left, he said, "As you can see each it totally different. Missy, the short one, is very much the devoted slave to anyone. She has been trained to obey without thought and she will do anything asked of her, and I mean anything. Her favorite form of punishment is to be burnt."
"Denise is more like you say you want Linda to be. In public she is a confident business woman. She actually does run a business in the city. She comes here to escape. She will fight you if she doesn't think you're strong enough to handle her. But once you have proven you are her superior, she'll submit to just about anything you want. However, never do any damage to her face, that is out of bounds. Denise's favorite form of pain is to have her tits beaten beyond endurance."
"Sharon, as you noticed, is slightly overweight but her extra fat craves pain. She will never win a beauty contest but her eyes are compelling as hell, don't you think? She is a little unusual in that she doesn't like sex. She loves pain, but could exist without sex and be perfectly happy. Naturally she will have sex but only if overwhelmed by pain, then she seems to enjoy it quite well. She'll give you a perfunctory blow job or offer her ass or cunt for sex without pain, but if she is hurting she is a dynamo. But you must continue to harm her during the act. All three will engage in lesbian acts if requested."
"What I suggest is that you handle all three of them tonight. Naturally, I will be here too, but I want you to understand what your role is. You can dish out pain, but you need to do more than that. You need to be in control. Control is much more important than delivering pain. These women, and your wife, want to be slaves. They want to be ordered around. It doesn't make much difference what the orders are as long as they are orders. And orders don't have to be something that they dislike either. For instance, you could order Missy to place herself in bondage, which she is more than willing to do. It's the concept of ordering that is important, not necessarily the order itself."
"Orders are never yelled. They are spoken with a cool calm voice of authority. If you yell, it shows lack of confidence on your part. Always give them evenly. If a slave rebels or hesitates you act immediately. Never show any hesitancy in making them comply with your wants. "
"The point is to gain control over her and keep it until she willingly does what you want. With your wife it should be easier. What about her doesn't she want the world to know? Use it to control her. Make that the threat hanging over her, not the pain that she wants. You have to have the control. You don't have control if you are making her do what she wants to do in the first place. Get my point?"
"Yea. I get your point. What precisely am I to do with your girls though?"
"Basically, whatever you want. I want to see how you operate. I suggest you start with Missy. She is the easiest to control, hell, she'll give it to you the minute you walk in the room. Use her to gain control and the others will submit that much easier when their turn comes. And remember, control isn't just inflecting pain. It's your entire attitude toward them. Make them believe that you should rule over them. Sure, you can beat the hell out them and they'll love it, but learn to control them as well. Let's go, they're waiting."
With those words of wisdom whirling around in his head Tom followed Jason to the green room, wherever that was. Control. Control is the key along with orders. Administrating pain is secondary.
Tom learned control that night under Jason's instructions and by the time he was done he knew that he had the right to issue orders. He had followed Jason's suggestion and started with Missy.
He entered the green room, gave it a casual once over and stepped up to Missy. Holding her short black hair in his hand, he forced her to her knees. She willingly collapsed to her knees. "Very gently, take out my cock." He stood there patiently as she unzipped his jeans, reached under his brief and extracted his swelling cock. But when Missy brought her mouth to it he knocked her head aside. "I didn't tell you to do anything but take it out, did I?"
Meekly, she answered, "No, sir."
"I didn't think so." His voice was calm, but it was underlined with steel as he continued. "Remove your clothes. I want to see what you look like."
She did as ordered and Tom was surprised to see her nude cunt. There wasn't a hair on it. How would Linda look with a bare cunt? "Remove my shoes."
She did, and nothing else. Tom's eyes surveyed the room with interest. "Remove my socks." Missy again did as told without adding anything on her own. "Now my pants and briefs." When he was nude from the waist down Tom walked over to a wooden bench and sat down. Come here." With a casual indifference he watched Missy rise to her feet and start toward him before he said, "Did I tell you to rise?"
Missy stopped instantly, retraced her steps, dropped to her knees again then proceeded to crawl to him. When she was directly in front of him, Tom said, "Stand up. I want your tits in line with my mouth, bitch." Seconds later she was in position, her legs slightly bent to be at the required height. "Now bring your left tit to my mouth, hold it there, pressed as tightly into me as possible and don't move or make a sound."
Tom's mouth was suddenly filled with her tit. Opening his mouth wide he took in all that he could as his tongue slid over the slightly blemished surface. It was easy to see that it had been burnt, and not too long ago either.
Capturing her hard nipple between his teeth he bit down. Harder. Then harder still as Missy tried unsuccessfully to remain silent as ordered. "I told you to remain silent, didn't I?"
"Yes, sir."
Tom could see her legs beginning to tremble with passion as she remained in her bent position, her tit still even with his mouth. "Give me your other tit." Again his mouth was filled to overflowing with her natural endowment and again he inspected its surface with his tongue and teeth until she could no longer withhold her moans of pain/pleasure. "You have been told twice to remain silent and have disobeyed, so now you will pay for that disobedience. Turn around." He waited for her to comply then he slid back on the bench. "Place your knees on either side of my hips."
Again she did as ordered as he watched the other two out of the corner of his eye. They were both watching with avid interest.
Holding on to her hips, Tom told her, "Now bend forward until your hands are on the floor and your ass is on my lap." He felt her use his legs as a slide and when she was done her split bun was widely spread in front of him "Why are you being punished?"
"For disobeying, sir."
"And how did you disobey?"
"By making sounds, sir."
"Correct. I am now going to spank your ass. But before I do, I want you to slid back a bit, wrap your legs around my waist and ask that I spank you.
"Yes, sir." Little time passed before she had slid backwards and wrapped her legs around him. "Please spank my ass, sir, make me sorry that I couldn't keep silent as ordered. Please spank me, sir. Spank me hard."
Tom knew intuitively that she was being totally honest. She did believe that she should be punished for not remaining silent. She did believe that he should spank her. He had every intention of doing so, but as this was to be a learning experience for him as well, he asked Jason, "What do you think I should use, Jason? I see no reason to damage my hand just because she lacks control, do you?"
"Certainly not, would you mind if I choose your weapon?"
"Not at all. Be my guest." He was curious as to what Jason would provide, if it had been his choice, he would have used some type of paddle, something like a ping-pong paddle to administer the spanking. With Missy in the position that she was in, he didn't have much leverage available to use to spank her ass.
"You are no longer required to remain silent. However, I do require that you count each stroke for me. Understand?"
"Yes, sir. Do you wish that I ask for the next, sir?"
"No. That will not be necessary. Just count them as they are received."
"Yes, sir."
Tom casually accepted the paddle handed him. It was similar to a ping-pong paddle in size, had a wooden handle with a flared guard that would stop his hand from sliding forward toward the paddle surface, and there was an electrical wire coming out of End of the handle. It was electrified. For heat? Holding the handle in his right hand he used his left to test the surface of the paddle.
It was not rigid like solid wood. It was thinner and more flexible, and the material was some sort of metal. Very smooth, like it had a teflon coating over the metal. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Jason plug the other end into a socket. He had few doubts that the paddle would begin to heat up.
He raised it up and brought it down to Missy's spread ass with as much strength as he could wield. A cracking sound echoed around the room. Missy's legs tightened around his waist, she groaned in pain/ pleasure, and said, "One."
He repeated the process. So did Missy.
Curious as to the speed of heating up, Tom tested the temperature of the paddle every two strokes. It was slowly heating up. By the count of ten the paddle was definitively warmer than Missy's warm butt and he began to change tactics slightly. As he administered each stroke he left the paddle resting on her ass until she said the next number, thus adding to her pain.
He felt more in control. He remembered that Jason had told him that Missy's favorite form of punishment was being burnt, no doubt that eventually the paddle would burn her, but that was not his goal. His goal was to control her. And he was. By stroke twenty the paddle too hot for his comfort when he tested it against his left hand.
By thirty Missy sounded like a blithering idiot. Her tortured ass more or less remained in place but her legs occasionally became straight instead of wrapped around his waist as ordered, and to get her compliance again he held the hot paddle to her ass for several seconds as he ordered her to replace them were instructed.
Her legs snapped back so fast that Tom thought she might have bruised his back, so he held the paddle in place even more as he told her to be careful about injuring him. By the time he finally removed the paddle from her butt there was no longer any doubt that it was burnt as he saw two blisters forming on the surface of her right cheek.
By stroke forty-three he wanted some relief and in a manner of seconds Missy removed herself from around him and was swallowing his cock until he released.
Next he decided to work on Sharon as Jason watched on with approval in his expression. The slightly overweight Sharon gave Tom no problems as he strapped her to the ceiling. Her arms were over her head and her feet were attached to the floor as Tom selected a whip from the many that were available.
It was easily established that Tom was in control and that Sharon was a willing victim to receive whatever pain he wished to give her. Give it to her he did. Tom used the whip on her. He whipped her ass, her back, her stomach, legs, inner thighs and he ended by whipping her tits.
When Sharon was in total agony he ordered Denise to eat her cunt as he continue to use the whip. Denise was slow in complying but quickly did as ordered when he threatened to slam his fist into her face. As Denise licked away at Sharon's cunt Tom kept whipping Sharon.
His calm voice kept saying how he was going to fuck her cunt that Denise was warming up for him as he continued with the whip and the words sank into Sharon's mind and she began to beg him to fuck her.
"I won't beat you any more, bitch, unless you beg for my cock up your cunt."
She did beg. And she continued to beg as Denise licked her cunt and Tom beat her body over and over. Neither stopped until Sharon came three times. Then Tom's cock filled her cunt, his hands twisted her tits, the flesh on her back and ass, as Denise's tongue washed his thrusting ass.
In the corner of the room Jason's cock vanished up Missy's ass as it rested over a piece of equipment that she had been bound to when Tom had finished with her. When the four of them came, all except for Denise, there was a slight pause before Tom met his final challenge with Denise.
Chapter Ten
"Remove everything except your heels, then get over there and place your hands in the bands." Tom had seen the gradual change in Denise. She had submitted to licking out Sharon's cunt and his ass, but she was still hesitant in obeying him.
His words produced a sparkle of defiance in her eyes, and without any show of his intentions Tom slammed his fist into her stomach. As she doubled over in pain he placed his other hand under her chin and forced her to look up at him.
"The next on lands on your nose, bitch, if you don't move and move fast." That did it. Her eyes changed, not to fear, but to respect, as she quickly stripped her clothes off so fast they were a blur as they sank to the floor.
Denise removed everything then donned her heels again without the benefit of her silk stockings, walked to the hanging leather bands and began to place them around her wrists.
Tom checked the bands to make sure they were secure before he asked Jason how to raise her off the floor with the winch that was attached to the chains.
Very few minutes later Denise was hanging from the chains and leather bands, her arms were spread wide apart above her head and her legs were attached to rings in the walls pulling them way out to the sides. "Jason tells me that you like your tits beaten. Is that correct?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what, bitch?"
"Yes, sir."
"That's better. What about burning them?"
"No!"
"But I want to burn them."
"No, please. Please don't, sir. Please no."
"No. That's too bad. I want to, bitch, and I will." Tom easily found a candle and matches on a shelve.
He lit the candle and walked back to Denise, all the time she kept begging him not to burn her. It was obvious that the thought of burning her tits terrified her, it was also obvious that her cunt was starting to drool.
Denise twisted in front of him as he slowly passed the flame under her tits. Not slow enough to burn them, just enough so she could feel the heat, and still she begged him not to. "Before I'm done, bitch, you'll beg me to burn your tits."
"No, never. No!"
"How about your cunt?" He lowered the flame. He brought the flame close enough to curl a few hairs before he removed it. Her screams filled the room as she continued to beg him not to burn her.
"But I'm sure you'll enjoy it after a while. Here, I'll show you how much fun it can be." With that he walked away from her and approached Missy, who was still bound to a piece of equipment in another part of the room. She was draped over a block of wood, ass pointed to the ceiling, tits hung down.
"Would you like your tits burnt, Missy?"
"Yessssssss, sir."
"My pleasure," Tom brought the flame to her right nipple and held it there. Missy screamed in pain/pleasure. He moved it to her left nipple and she begged for more. He moved the flame back and forth, slowly, until the entire underside of her tits were red, but not blistered. Then he move to Sharon who was still hanging off to one side of the room.
"How about you, Sharon? Would you like your cunt burnt?" Sharon was still dazed from her recent experiences. Her voice was almost entirely gone, but her body still craved the pain she was addicted to and she pushed her cunt forward in answer.
Tom took his time. He moved the flame slowly around her opened cunt, singeing a hair here and there as her legs trembled to the sides of his hand. Then using his other hand he spread her cuntlips apart and held the flame to her clit. Sharon screamed and came. He walked back to Denise.
"As you wish, my dear." Tom set the candle aside and picked up the bamboo cane. He swished it a couple of times in the air. It was strong and flexible and the grooves were quite pronounced. He brought the cane forward with a snap that connected with her ass. She screamed, but she didn't beg him to stop.
He didn't stop. Her ass and back were quite stripped before he moved around and brought it to her tits. Her tits that she so enjoyed being in pain.
All the while his calm words sank into her pain filled mind. Words that kept saying over and over that he was going to burn her tits until they were fried to a crisp. The cane landed in a mechanical fashion as his voice kept repeating that he was going to burn her tits.
Ten. Twenty. Thirty times the cane landed on her pain loving tits. They were covered with red welts and it was easy to see where the grooves had dug in deeper. "Do you want the flame yet, bitch?"
"Nnnnnnnnnoooooooooooo."
The cane landed some more. Tom's calm voice kept up its litany. "Do you want the flame yet?" he asked after fifty strokes and there wasn't a single centimeter of white skin left on her tits.
"Yeeeeeeesssssss, dammmmmnn you, yesssss."
The cane landed again.
"Do you really want the flame to burn your tits?"
"Yessssss, pleaaassssse."
"I don't think I want to anymore." The cane landed again and again before Denise begged, "Pleasee burrrnnn mmyyyy titsss, please."
"No, I don't think so." The cane landed again.
"Please burn my dammmnnn titssss."
"Well, if you insist" Tom set the cane aside and again took up the candle. He held it several inches under her beaten tits, just enough for her to feel the heat. "Is that good enough?"
"Nnn000oooo burrrrnnn 'emmmm, pleassssssse."
"Like this?" He brought the flame closer to her tits.
"Ccclllooooser, pleaseee. Burrnn meeee."
"Is this close enough?" He held the flame two inches below her hanging tits.
"Mmmooooooorrrreeeee."
"Whatever you say." Tom held the flame to her nipple and kept it there until he saw it starting to blister, then moved it to the other one and did the same.
"G0oddddd, yeess. Moreee do it morrrrreee."
Tom glanced at Jason, raised his eyebrow in question as he slightly shook his head in the negative.
Jason did likewise.
"No. That's enough for now." He sat the candle on the shelf and blew out the flame. He was remembering his lessons. Don't take them to the edge. Leave them short, make them strive for something more. Stop before the limits and they'll continue to beg for more. Besides his cock needed some attention. It got it as he buried it up Denise's ass as his hands attended to her tits.
"Mastttttter Jason, pleaseee," came from the bound Missy across the room.
"Please what, my dear?"
"I need you. Burn me, beat me, fuck me, please."
"Naturally, my dear. Whatever you wish." Jason did indeed do as she asked. He then fucked her cunt. When both men had recovered they released the women and ordered them to make each other come as the men watched with interest.
The small three woman daisy chain did as anticipated. He men were restored. But they dismissed the three women and went in search of Shelly and Linda after quick showers and a change of clothing for themselves.
Tom and Jason entered the harem room. Plush covered pillows covered the floor, curtains of shimmering transparent cloth covered the walls and exotic plants decorated the room. Tom had little trouble imagining himself in the Middle East of three hundred years ago. He began to FEEL like a sultan as Jason showed him the equipment available in the room.
Five minutes later Shelly and Linda entered the room. Linda was dressed in the light blue harem costume and Shelly was in the green one. Their bodies gleamed with oils, their eyes were dramatically highlighted with makeup, and strong, silken straps adorned their wrists and ankles as they kowtowed to the sultans.
"And what have you brought us tonight, mistress of the harem?"
"The slave Linda, masters," Shelly answered from her position on the floor.
"And have we had the slave Linda before?"
"No, my sultans. She is a virgin, my lords."
"Has she been trained in our ways?"
"She has, my sultans. She will do as you wish."
"Bring her here, we wish to inspect her."
Tom had sat there totally stunned as Jason carried on the conversation. He knew, naturally, that Linda was his wife and she was no virgin by any stretch of the imagination, but somehow he thought she was. And he though he was a sultan. A sultan that habitually had slave girls brought to him for his pleasure. His silken robe, the pillows that he rested on and the room he was in seemed familiar.
Shelly brought herself to her feet then bent over to take the silken strap that was connected to Linda's wrist, gave it a jerk and Linda rose.
She was the epitome of the harem slave girl-the costume, the makeup, the lowered eyes and subservient pose. Shelly lead her to the men. "Do you wish her disrobed, my sultans?"
"Yes. We wish to see her. To see if she has been prepared to receive us." Tom was getting into the scene as he moved slightly to accommodate his swelling cock inside his louse pants.
The men watched Shelly remove Linda's clothing a piece at a time. Veil after veil floated to the floor as Linda actually blushed. When she was bare they saw the evidence of her recent abuses, many had faded assumably from the whirlpool treatment, as Shelly turned her around for their pleasure and inspection.
"She is to your satisfaction, my sultans?"
"She is to our satisfaction. Come here and knell between my legs, slave, so I can touch you." Tom was eager to begin as his wife did as ordered. Leaning forward he brought his hand to her exposed tit and gently caressed it as Linda moaned in pleasure between his legs. "You have been beaten, my slave?"
"Yes, my sultan."
"And did you enjoy it, slave?"
"Yes, my sultan."
"Place your legs outside of mine, slave. I wish to feel your cunt."
"Yes, my sultan. Your wish is my command."
When she was as Tom ordered, he wasted little time in jamming his hand up her saturated cunt. She was soaking wet with arousal and want.
"We wish to have you both," Jason added as Tom gave his attention to his wife, "remove your clothing too, mistress."
"Yes, my sultan."
As Tom continued to arouse his wife with his hand Shelly disrobed and placed herself at Jason's disposal.
"You have not been beaten recently, have you mistress of the harem?"
"No, my sultan, I have not. You have not sent orders to the chief eunuch for my beatings. I have only to receive your orders to place myself under his whip. If it is your wish, I will do so now."
"No, it is not my wish, mistress. I wish to whip you myself."
Instantly Shelly again kowtowed before Jason.
"You honor me, my sultan. May I have the privilege of fetching the whip?"
"You may, mistress. Tonight I would prefer the leaded cat."
"Yes, my sultan." Shelly brought her lips to Jason's feet, kissed them, then rose and backed her way out of the room to return a minute later with the leaded whip in her hand. Kneeling before him, she held the whip like a present across her palms as she bowed her head below her arms and offered the whip.
Tom looked over to inspect the whip that Shelly was offering. He had naturally heard of leaded whips before but had never seen one. It was a cat-of-nine tails, but instead of the nine leather strands being single strands each was of double thickness and enclosed between those double strands of leather were lead beads about the size of large beans. The leather had been shrunk around the lead so they were easily discernible to the eye. They would definitely add to the pain of the leather strands when used. They could easily bruise not only the skin but the underlying bones if used with any amount of strength:
Suddenly he knew what Jason was planning. Shelly was to be used instead of Linda, who had taken more than she should have recently. This would be very interesting, he thought. Linda would be forced to watch Shelly's beatings but receive little herself. And for Linda that would be a very severe punishment indeed for his pain loving wife. He smiled at that thought as he began to use his other hand to caress his wife's tits.
"Go to the whipping post, mistress. Tie your ribbons to the ring and I will be with you shortly.", Jason said to Shelly. He waited for her to comply before turning to Tom. "You understand what is to happen?"
"Yes, I think so. Proceed with our mistress of the harem and I will attend to the new slave."
"So be it." Jason rose from the pillows and joined Shelly at the whipping post. She had her silken bands tied to the ring that was hanging from the post before he arrived, so all he had to do was walk to the other side of the post and pull the chain to raise her arms high above her head. He fastened the chain then caressed Shelly's hair as he spoke. "We wish to use you, mistress of the harem, to show the new slave her future. Is that to your approval ?"
"It is, my sultan."
"Good. Then I shall proceed." Jason casually untangled the nine strands of beaded leather as he watched Shelly press the front of her body into the post. Standing to her left he used his right hand to bring the whip forward to her back. An instant later Shelly's screams filled the harem room. "Again?"
"Yes, my sultan."
"As you wish." Again and again Jason brought the beaded whip to her back and buttocks. The whip strands left red streaks on her skin and the lead beads left bruises in their wake.
Across the room Tom divided his attention between Linda and what Jason and Shelly were doing. He had one hand up Linda's cunt wrist deep, keeping her at a continual high level of excitement, as with the other hand he gently caresses her tits and the nipple rings that still adorned them. He did nothing harsh or fast, and as Jason continued with Shelly he watched the change in Linda's expressions. He knew that soon she would be begging for her share of pain. He knew that it would be denied her.
Linda was in a daze. The actions across the room were stimulating as hell. Her grandest wish at that moment was to trade places with Shelly, to be under the punishing whip instead of Tom's gently hands. But a slave's duty was to obey. Tom had told her to remain in place for his attentions and remain she did until the urge to be hurt became so overbearing that she begged him to harm her.
He refused as he began to talk calmly to her. Over and over he told her that all he wished from her tonight was that both men entered her at the same time. Not one in her cunt and one in her ass, but both in her cunt at the same time, then both in her ass at the same time.
As Jason brought the beaded whip to Shelly's willing form again and again Tom's words began to sink into Linda's mind. Suddenly all she craved was to feel both sultans in her virginal cunt at the same time, then up her virgin ass. It became a compulsion. She had to have them at the same time.
Shelly's back and butt were entirely covered with stripes and bruises when Jason told her to turn around and present her tit, stomach and cunt. Linda watched in total fascination as Shelly complied and he began to whip her front. Linda still longed to trade places with her, but even more compelling was the thought of both men inside her openings at the same time. Tom's actions kept her on the brink of coming but never allowed her release.
Shelly's breasts were almost to the point of bleeding and her stomach was equally detailed before Jason lowered his aim and brought the whip to her Venus mound. One, three, five times it landed before he told her to place her feet behind the post to expose her opened cunt to the whip. Shelly screamed, but her cunt remained open for the whip as it landed and again Linda begged her sultan to hurt her.
Tom continued to refuse Linda as one hand became coated with her discharges and his other continued its gentle caress of her battered tits and the long ago forgotten nipple rings that had been installed the day before.
