Message-ID: <12253eli$9806171415@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12253.txt> From: MarArch@ix.netcom.com X-Good-Total-Length: yes Subject: "Time Of Possession" - Complete story - Wife, D/s Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <35873c11.49972116@nntp.ix.netcom.com> Time of Possession, part one (part one) by MarArch Ralph awoke slowly, his eyes pulling open, blinking and gradually focusing. The sun was up, but he immediately recalled that it was Saturday and he didn't have to get up, if he didn't want to. Then again, he knew that since he was now awake, if he allowed himself to drift back to sleep he would be out for hours more as he usually did on most Saturdays. Instead he sighed, tossed back the covers and rose. He knew, of course, the instant his eyes had opened that his wife, Debra, was already up. He could sense the feeling of a vacancy behind him on the other side of the bed but he also knew that she was always up before him on Saturdays, sometimes for hours before he stumbled out of bed. He trudged into the bathroom, relieved himself, and then headed for the stairs, some inner need drawing him to the kitchen and the coffee pot that Debra always prepared on Saturdays. He poured his mug full of the hot black liquid and took that first sip, savoring the taste. Then he moved to the den, stopping in the doorway, somewhat startled to notice that she was not laying on the couch, her ever present book before her lovely face. Odd, he thought. Getting a cup of coffee and snuggling in on the couch to read on a lazy Saturday morning was a ritual for her and had been throughout the four years of their marriage. In fact as he stood there, he couldn't recall a single other time she had foregone this activity, unless there was some sort of emergency or she had other plans he knew of in advance. He was about to call out for her, but he could feel that his voice was still fuzzy with sleep, so instead he turned and trudged back through the house, stopping to look into the livingroom before mounting the stairs, his steaming coffee cup in his hand. About halfway up the stairs he thought he heard something and stopped. It was Debra, the sound coming from the room at the other end of the upstairs hallway where the computer was. But what was most startling was the nature of the sound. It was a quiet, rhythmic moaning. The same sound she had made just the night before when they were making love, as his cock was stroking deep into her body. Puzzled, he slowly crept up the rest of the stairs, tiptoeing down the hall towards the almost closed door. He stopped and slowly leaned in, catching sight of a sliver of the room beyond the inch wide crack between the door and the jamb. There was his lovely, petite wife, seated in the straight backed wooden chair in front of the desk on which sat the computer, her legs spread very wide and her hands, though hidden from his view by her body, obviously stroking and playing over her body. The computer screen was glowing and she seemed to have her full attention fixed firmly on it, even as she stroked and teased her own body, small whimpers and groans escaping her. Ralph smiled to himself, figuring that she had signed online and had discovered some piece of erotica or other which was now doing it's job, providing her with a pleasant Saturday morning fantasy, and was about to reach out and slowly push the door open, mischievously wondering how long it would take her to notice that he was standing, watching her masturbate. But then his arm froze just before it touched the door and his brow furrowed as he spotted the fact that around her ankles and tied to the legs of the chair were a pair of long, soft, silk scarves. What the hell, he thought, confused and startled that his sweet, shy, demure wife would find excitement in something so.... so kinky. Of course she was sexy and giving in bed with him, but their love making had always been soft and gentle, and even as she would sigh in orgasm it was as if each was her first time, delicate and tender. He leaned closer to the crack fixing his gaze on her, straining to absorb what he could of what she was doing. Even though her back was to him, blocking his view of the screen, he could tell she was now stroking her sex, hard and fast, her breath coming in short gasps, her hand working herself vigorously as her other leapt back and forth from nipple to nipple. Suddenly she sucked in a deep breath and groaned, an almost animal growl and Ralph knew she was cuming. Her whole body flinched and shuddered as the rippling waves of orgasm rolled through her and for a long moment she sat very still, letting the sensations wash over her. Ralph was confused, wondering whether he should push the door open and happen to discover her at that moment or tiptoe away and forget the whole thing, for now, at least. But then he saw her lean suddenly forward and begin to type, a short burst of keystrokes, after which she paused, her gaze fixed on the screen. She typed again, paused again, and it suddenly struck Ralph that she was engaged in "chat" with someone. And it hit him. His lovely, adoring wife had just had cyber-sex with someone. He didn't know how to feel about the fact that someone else, some stranger, using nothing but words on a screen, had just made his wife climax, especially when it sank back into his thoughts that her ankles were bound to the chair. What the hell was going on here, he wondered. He felt his stomach tighten and flutter, a strange, violent mix of jealousy and arousal as the thought thundered through his mind. Then he saw her type one last message and reach for the mouse. A moment later he heard the quiet "good bye" wav play as the connection was broken and saw her reach down to begin untying the scarves, freeing herself. He eased back as slowly as he could and tiptoed away from the door, his mind a jumble of thoughts. When she came down and stepped into the den a little while later, she seemed startled to find him sitting on the couch, watching tv. "Oh, hi, honey" she said, smiling. "I didn't know you were up yet." Ralph grunted and smiled back at her, searching her face for signs of the glow he knew she must still be feeling. "Can I get you some breakfast" she asked. "No, thanks, sweetheart, I'm fine with just coffee" he replied. She turned back into the kitchen, leaving him to stare at the now vacant doorway, a mix of thoughts flowing through his head. Should he mention what he'd seen? Should he forget it? Should he try to be subtle, hint at it and hope she'd confess what she'd done? He simply didn't know how to handle it. And he also was concerned. How long had she been engaging in this private little activity? Who was on the other end of the connection? Was it someone she had engaged in this with repeatedly or simply someone she'd encountered that morning in one of the chat rooms and decided to have a little "assisted solo fling"? For the rest of the morning he pondered these thoughts in his own mind, even as she curled on the couch next to him, her book before her face, her legs thrown casually over her lap. Part of him wanted to simply turn to her and ask if she'd had a good time and maybe could he watch the next time. But he simply couldn't figure out how to even begin to broach such a subject. Their shared sex life, while fulfilling for them both, was too private, too delicate. It was something sweet and tender and he knew that if he ever were to try and discuss it, especially out of context, he would probably choke on the words and turn beet red. Still, his mind was a swirl of confused questions and he had to find out what he could. He already felt embarrassed for having caught her that morning, even though he reasoned that, as her husband, he had a right to share in any such pleasure. But how could he talk to her about it? Where would he even begin? He sighed and leaned back, letting his mind play over the questions. Late that afternoon, as she began to prepare dinner, he went up to the computer room, sat down before the glowing machine and started up the online program. In a way he felt ashamed of what he was about to do, but he simply had to know what was going on. He knew she was not all that computer literate, while he had quite a lot of experience with the devices, so he planned to use that to his advantage. He quickly switched the sign on screen over to the screen name she used exclusively and accessed the preferences menu, setting up the software to automatically save a copy of any email she might send or receive for access offline. He then closed the online software and launched the security program he'd recently installed. While it was originally intended to allow for recording and monitoring of activity the system might engage in, it also had the ability to log any keystrokes fed into the system. It was this capacity he accessed, starting the log and then minimizing the program. As it was designed to do, it disappeared completely and only a hot key combination would call it back up, a fact she was totally unaware of. That done he went back down to dinner. Over the next few days, through Saturday, Sunday and into Monday, he made numerous trips to the computer room, quickly calling back the monitor program or jumping into the online software to see if any letters had been sent or received under her private screen name or any of her keystrokes had been recorded But it appeared that she had not touched the machine at all since Saturday morning and slowly his concerns began to fade. By the time he reset the monitor program on Monday night he had pretty much decided that he had witnessed a unique event... just something wicked she had tried and that was that. He spent all of Tuesday believing that, until just before bedtime that night. She had taken the afternoon off on Tuesday to get a few things done around the house, and went to bed early, leaving him to finish watching the late news, turn out the lights and trudge upstairs to join her. Poking his head into the bedroom he saw that she was already asleep, and he decided to make one last check on the computer before turning in himself. If he didn't find anything, he had already decided to simply shut down the monitor program and forget the whole thing. He sat down in the chair, launched the online program and checked her screen name. No mail, coming or going. Shutting it down he tapped the hot keys to call up the monitor program and clicked on the log file, expecting to find it once again empty. It wasn't. On the screen he read: LOVESLUT That must be her password, he thought. GOOD AFTERNOON SIR I HOPE YOUR TRIP WENT WELL I TOOK THIS AFTERNOON OFF I AM ALONE So, she was talking to a man, he reasoned. YES SIR A VERY GOOD GIRL He must have asked her something, he decided. I DONT KNOW IF I CAN SIR I WILL TRY Try what, he wondered. YES SIR I WANT TO VERY MUCH I AM JUST AFRAID MY HUSBAND WILL FIND OUT Ralph felt his stomach tighten and begin to flutter as he read on, upset that he was only able to see her side of the conversation. THAT WOULD BE BETTER FOR ME EASIER TO ARRANGE WHAT TIME AND WHERE I LOOK FORWARD TO IT SIR Ralphs hands were trembling, his eyes glued to the screen. I AM NERVOUS ABOUT THIS SIR IVE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE YES SIR I WILL SEE YOU THEN I LOOK FORWARD TO MEETING YOU TOO So, she was going to actually meet this person, Ralph suddenly realized. But why? YES SIR MY ANKLES ARE TIED TO THE CHAIR NOW Ralph could feel his cock begin to stir, a tingling rushing through him. YES SIR YES YES YES YES CUMMING SIR THANK YOU SIR THAT WAS WONDERFUL Ralphs hand slipped down to his lap and began to stroke his now throbbing cock through the thick fabric of his trousers, his eyes glued to the screen. I ONLY HOPE I WILL PLEASE YOU AS MUCH A low moan escaped his lips as he could feel his excitement growing at the words on the screen. ANYTHING YOU WISH SIR YES SIR I WILL SEE YOU THURDSAY NIGHT That was all. Ralph quickly closed the file and set up the software to continue monitoring, then stripped off his pants and began stroking his cock, closing his eyes and letting his mind wander over the thousand images that flooded his mind. Laying down next to her sleeping form that night, and all through the next two days Ralph wondered whether or not to mention that he knew about her upcoming meeting with this mysterious man. How would he explain how he had discovered it? What would she say? Would she be upset that he had spied on her? Instead he kept silent and waited to see what would occur on Thursday. The next few days were agony for Ralph. Every night before going to bed he checked the computer only to discover that no further logs had been recorded. Finally on Thursday he found himself unable to concentrate on his work at the office without thoughts of Debra meeting another man flooding into his thoughts. That morning as they dressed she had casually mentioned that she was going to meet one of her girlfriends after work for a drink and perhaps dinner. He had barely managed to choke out "okay". Finally, unable to take it any longer, he decided to leave early, giving his boss a rather lame excuse about stomach trouble. He drove home in a state of tension and pulled into the driveway. Her car was gone and when he entered the house he noticed there were no messages on the answering machine. He bolted upstairs to the computer room, launched the online software and was about to call up her screen name and sign on to see if she had relieved any mail, but quickly thought better of it. What if someone she knew on line happened to notice her and tried to chat with "her"? Of worse, mentioned having seen her at this time? Instead he opened the filing cabinet. There was an email that had apparently been sent by her just that day. With trembling fingers he double-clicked on it to open it, struggling to stay calm. "Sir" it read "I hope you get this letter in the next few hours. It is now almost 5 p.m. and I am about to leave to meet you, having taken half the day off because of pure nervousness. I tried to take a nap but couldn't close my eyes. I settled instead for a soothing, warm bath which helped to calm me. I have just now finished dressing and, as you requested, I am wearing the undergarments you directed me to as well as not wearing the one you said I could not wear. "Please understand, Sir, that I have never done anything like this before in my entire life. I love my husband very much and would not hurt him for all the world. But I can no longer deny the urges that have taken control of my thoughts and even my dreams since we began talking. The things you have told me have driven me half crazy. "At this moment I don't know whether I should say I'm sorry and forget about this evening or take a deep breath and just see what happens. Part of me is very nervous that we will not like each other, while another part is frightened that we will like each other too much. I do want to thank you for telling me that I will be home by 11 regardless of how we find each other. That has gone a long way to calming much of my fear. And yes, I do trust you, Sir. "By the way, will you have me calling you 'Sir' all night? Not that I would mind that at all. In fact, it is part of what I very much want. Well, I will see you very soon, Sir. I hope you like me. "Debra" Ralph sat back, his entire body trembling as he stared at the screen. Quickly he glanced at his watch. Six o'clock. By now she was with him, whoever he was, wherever they were. But where exactly were they? And what were they doing? Ralph didn't even notice when his hand slipped into his lap and began to stroke his hardening cock through the fabric of his trousers. At precisely eleven, as Ralph sat on the sofa in the den in front of the tv, he heard the front door open and close as Debra returned home. But instead of coming into the den she went directly upstairs. Ralphs was torn between simply sitting where he was and bolting up to confront her. Instead he drew in a deep breath, rose and moved as calmly and evenly as he could to the stairs. When he reached the bedroom he noticed the bathroom door was shut and the water was running. "Debra?" he called through the door. "Be out in a second!" came the reply. He scanned the room, looking for evidence of what she had worn that evening but saw nothing out of the ordinary. A few moments later the bathroom door opened and she stepped out, smiling. She stepped up to him and gave him a brief hug and peck on the cheek, but he could see that she was flushed. Before she could step away he wrapped his arms around her and drew her close, his lips dipping to meet hers in a long, tender kiss. She sighed in his arms but then she pulled back, as if flustered and smiled at him. "How was your evening" he said, hoping he sounded casual. "Good" she said, the word sharp, almost started by the question. "But I'm really tired and I need to get to bed." "Yeah, I should join you. I'm pretty beat myself." She seemed to hesitate, uncertainly, then said "Why don't you go shut off the lights downstairs then and set up the coffee?" "All right" he replied, smiling warmly at her and turning to the door. Downstairs he quickly set up the coffee maker for the morning and turned off all the lights, arriving back at the bedroom door in only a few minutes, to discover that she was already in bed, curled up, eyes closed. He could tell she was wearing her comfy, oversized t-shirt, a sure signal that she wasn't in the mood for anything except sleep. He sighed and began to undress, finally slipping into the bed beside her and curling up next to her. "I love you" he whispered, his lips close to her ear. "I love you too" she replied and he knew it was true. It was difficult but finally he drifted off to sleep. The following morning when he got up she rolled over and said that she wasn't feeling very well and was going to call in sick. For a brief moment he almost asked her why, but instead simply nodded, kissed her tenderly on the forehead and got ready for work. His mind was racing a mile a minute from the moment the front door closed behind him and by 10 o'clock he picked up the phone to call home, just to hear her voice. Instead he got the answering machine. He tried again at 11 and again the machine answered. By noon he could no longer stand it, told his boss that he needed to go home and left the office. Arriving home he quickly moved through the house, looking for anything out of place, some telltale sign but could notice nothing. He headed for the computer room. There was no letter, but there was a long recording of her keystrokes which he rigidly focused on, his hands trembling every time he reached out to scroll down. GOOD MORNING SIR it began. I WAS HOPING I WOULD SEE YOU THIS MORNING I HAD A WONDERFUL TIME LAST NIGHT IM GLAD SIR I HOPED YOU WOULD YES VERY PLEASED MAYBE TOO PLEASED LOL NO SIR NOT AT ALL IN FACT I WANTED YOU TO BUT YOU MUST HAVE KNOWN THAT SIR I WAS WET FROM THE MOMENT WE MET COULDNT YOU TELL I LIKE YOU TOO SIR VERY MUCH I DONT KNOW WHAT DO YOU THINK WE SHOULD DO NOW REALLY HONESTLY YES I WOULD LIKE THAT YOU DONT THINK THAT WOULD BE TOO SOON NO I DONT EITHER IN FACT I THINK I HAVE TO NOW OR ILL GO COMPLETELY CRAZY ALL RIGHT WHEN ARE YOU SERIOUS SIR I WOULD HAVE TO BE HOME BY AT LEAST 5 MY HUSBAND WILL BE HOME AROUND 6 ARE YOU SURE SIR PROMISE ME YES SIR I TRUST YOU MAYBE TOO MUCH ALL RIGHT SIR WHATS THE ADDRESS YES SIR WHAT TIME OH I COULDNT I WOULD FEEL SILLY ALL RIGHT MASTER NO I GUESS NOT SILLY AT ALL YES MASTER SEE YOU IN A BIT Ralph sat for a long while, staring at the screen, his entire body trembling, as if in conflict with the throbbing hardness of his cock. Finally he rose and went into the bedroom, standing in the doorway for a long time, wondering what he should do, how he should react. The rest of the afternoon he paced the house, restless and unable to sit for more than a few moments at a time. His mind flooded with images of his beloved wife doing unspeakable things with another man and he had to stroke himself to climax three times throughout the afternoon, his thoughts a jumble of jealousy and excitement at the idea. Finally, just before five he went out and moved the car down the block, parking it at the curb out of sight and walked back to the house. At just before five the door opened and Debra come into the house. She didn't know he was in the den and she headed straight for the stairs. He forced himself to remain still for several minutes before rising and moving as quietly as possible toward the stairs himself, tiptoeing up them. As he reached the top he could hear her in the bedroom, moaning quietly. As silently as he could he eased toward the door and leaned to look. Debra stood in the middle of the room, completely naked, legs apart, her back to the full length mirror, her head turned to see her own reflection. Ralphs jaw fell open at the sight of the bright red flesh of her buttocks and the thin welt-like stripes across her back. But what stunned him completely was the fact that Debra was stroking her clit hard and fast as she gazed at the signs of punishment on her body. Her moaning grew deeper and she closed her eyes, tossing her head back, crying out in a climax, her knees quivering. Ralph eased a little further into the doorway, gaping at her dumbly. When she opened her eyes with a deep sigh and began to turn, she saw him and flinched in surprise, her body jerking around, her hands coming up almost instinctively to cover herself. "Ralph! What are you doing home!?" She was now turned to face him and Ralph instantly saw that the fine, downy hair that had shrouded and protected her sex was now gone, leaving it smooth and bare. "Oh God" she moaned, one hand falling on her face in startled realization that she had been caught. Time of Possession part two by MarArch They sat on opposite sides of the dining room table, a profound silence surrounding them. It had only been minutes before that Ralph had caught Debra standing naked in their bedroom, legs spread wide, looking back over her shoulder into the full length mirror and stroking her clit at the sight of her red and punished buttocks and back. When she had noticed him standing in the doorway and turned, startled, he saw that her pubic hair had been shaved off. Now they sat in silence, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, she huddled in her bathrobe, eyes downcast. "Why" he finally said, his voice low and even. She sighed and began to speak, hesitantly at first, then with growing steadiness. She supposed, she told him, that it had begun when they had gotten the computer several months earlier. She had gone on-line, surfed the internet and been utterly enthralled by the wide range of things that were there. Eventually she discovered the ability to "chat" and took to spending a lot of her on-line time conversing with various people or simply watching the conversations and relationships in various rooms. One night she had stumbled across a game of Truth or Dare, and got to playing with some man, teasing and flirting, trying to be intelligent and at the same time sexy in her answers, just for fun. One question he asked turned out to be for her to describe her most erotic sexual fantasy. She had described a wild sexual encounter that she had often thought about and sometimes even masturbated to, where she was a helpless slave and was used, sexually, by some powerful man. That's when he had contacted her for the first time. He was simply watching the events in the room in silence, and when he saw that answer he thought that perhaps they should talk about it. At first she was reluctant, but he seemed intelligent, kind and patient, so instead they merely conversed, finding out little things about each other. She discovered that he lived rather close by, no more than an hour away, was not married and other mundane facts about him, as he learned some small things about her that she was willing to share with a complete stranger, even one as thoughtful and patient as he. This went on for several conversations, until eventually she one evening asked him if he was still willing to discuss what she had said during that little game. He explained that he would be more than happy to. That he was quite knowledgeable about such things, was in fact a Dominant and had been for some years. Somehow this fascinated her, appealing to something deep within her that she didn't really understand. She began to ask him questions which he answered openly and honestly. And the more they talked, the more excited and fascinated she became. At one point, she told Ralph, she had considered discussing these feelings with him, but he was so sweet and gentle she knew he wouldn't know much about them. She loved him dearly, but it simply wasn't in his nature to provide the knowledge she was seeking. Even as he heard her state this Ralph realized it was true. He simply didn't have it in him to engage in such activities, though for her happiness he might have tried. But in the end he realized it would have been a disastrous failure. Then one night, she continued, almost out of the blue, her on-line friend suddenly began telling her to do things... to remove her panties and begin touching herself. She was a little startled at first but then she found herself obeying him. The result was that he caused her to orgasm... to cum, as she said he preferred she call it. She was unnerved, confused, but also intrigued and very turned on by the entire event. He was going out of town for business so she hadn't spoken to him for some days after that incident, but when he returned they had done it again, almost immediately upon connecting. And she found that it felt natural, easy and very arousing. That's when things began to change, she told Ralph. After that he told her to call him "Sir", which she did, feeling a little rush and shiver each time she did so. He began teasing her when they would chat, or sometimes sending her email with little instructions to do sexual things, such as masturbate at her office or go without panties. Within a week, she had sent him her phone number at the office and he had called. He had a deep, smooth, velvet voice and had made her cum right there, just from the sound of it and the thrilling images he had spun in her mind, as she sat behind her desk, her legs spread wide, fingering herself. Finally, just a few days ago, he had told her that he wanted to meet her, face to face. She had experienced a brief moment of panic, but also felt naturally drawn to agree to this, particularly since he assured her it would only be for dinner and in a very public place. For some reason she trusted him and knew in her heart he wouldn't go too far. And so, Debra told Ralph, she had gone to meet him. That had been last night. "And..?" Ralph said, his voice choking slightly, unable to look her in the eye. Debra explained that they had met at a very nice restaurant. When she had arrived he was already there, sitting casually in a back booth, smiling at her. The booth was one of the corner kind composed of a long curve and she slid in, settling a few feet from him. At first she hadn't known what to say, her whole body a bundle of nerves, but he was gentle, kind and soothing, coaxing her into conversation with gentle questions and warm smiles. She began to relax and soon was chatting away, only occasionally finding her voice faltering whenever she'd look and see his eyes glistening deeply into her own. When he gazed at her, it seemed like he was feeding something magical into her mind. After dinner they sat and continued to talk for a while, and then he had turned to conversation to her newly roused interest. He explained a lot to her, patiently and carefully, about how it is between Dominants and submissives, between Masters and slaves. The joys, the rewards, the intensity of it and the overwhelming power of the sensations and feelings. As he talked she could feel herself responding, her sex moistening as the things he explained flooded her mind. Finally, suddenly, he had asked her if she was aroused by such thoughts. With a deep blush she had said she was. He had smiled and told her to slide over next to him so he could see. She had drawn in a deep breath and complied, moving over in the booth until her thigh was pressing against his. He had gently laid his hand on her knee, stroking it lightly and she had shuddered, glancing nervously around to see if anyone was noticing. He had told her to ignore everyone else and to focus only on him, which she did. And amazingly the nervousness died away. Then, with his eyes holding hers, he had told her to part her legs. She had done it almost automatically, unthinking, because it had felt so right. His hand had slipped up the inside of her thigh and she felt his soft, smooth fingers brush against her wet sex. He had instructed her not to wear any panties and even as she felt the deep, sweet shudder of pleasure from his touch she had hoped he was pleased that she had obeyed. He did not stroke her for more than a moment before his hand slipped away and he smiled at her. He then asked her to seriously consider if she would like to experience in reality some of the things they had talked about. She was trembling with excitement and nervousness and managed only to nod sharply. At last he paid the check and took her arm, guiding her back outside to where her car was parked. When they reached it she had turned to face him, unsure of what to expect. He had smoothly taken her hands and leaned down to kiss her, and she felt her arms being folded behind her back by his firm but gentle grip just as their lips touched. She had thought at that moment that her knees would give out but she felt him gather both her wrists in one of his strong hands, pressing them against her spine, and a moment later, even while his lips parted against hers and she tasted his warm, wet tongue slip into her mouth, his free hand came down upon her buttocks, hard and firm. She had cried out, but the ripples of heat and the slight sting that had flashed through her sent her mind reeling and she found herself melting against his body, her thighs parting to surround his, her sex pressing against him, his hard cock bulging against her hip. He had spanked her firmly as they stood there, in the gloom of the parking lot, his hand gripping her wrists behind her back, her lips open and drinking from his, suckling his tongue in her mouth and very quickly she began to orgasm... to cum. She had pulled back her head to gasp, and he had told her to say what was happening. She had breathed through the fog of pleasure "Sir, I'm cumming" even as the heat flashed through her entire body. After the rippling waves had begun to subside he had stood, holding her, her arms still pinned behind her, her face resting on his chest. Then, when she had recovered, he had gently eased her into her car and bent down to plant a gentle kiss on her cheek, whispering in her ear what a wonderful slave she would make and finished with a forceful "think about what I said" before he had turned and moved away, leaving her gasping in the car. Eventually she had driven home, her entire body trembling the entire way. Debra sat silently for a long moment, her eyes cast down, unsure of whether to be ashamed or relieved at having confessed. "Go on" Ralph had croaked quietly. The following morning... this morning... she had been to confused and overwhelmed by the events of last night to think about going to work. Instead she felt compelled to sign on and write him an email. Even while she was composing it, he appeared and they began to talk. Very quickly he had asked if she had thought about what he had said and she suddenly felt herself longing for it to happen. He had told her that he wanted her to come over to his home that very morning. For a split second she was flooded with guilt, fear and confusion but she had found herself agreeing immediately. She had quickly dressed and gone. At his home, which was large, sprawling and very expensive, he had ushered her into the livingroom and immediately turned to her, drilling her with those blazing coal eyes of his. He instructed her to strip. She had done so. He had then led her to the bedroom where he had tied her face up on the large, sturdy canopy bed in a spread eagle position and proceeded to tease and torment her for the next hour with his delicate touch, driving her to complete distraction. Once she was quivering with sexual need, he retied her face down and introduced her to sexual spanking and given her the first taste of a flogger. All the while he had spoken to her in a low, soothing voice and when he had told her to cum, in the midst of the flogging, she had experienced a shattering orgasm that had left her weeping and totally spent. Most amazing, she had not at that moment been stroked in a sexual way. It was almost as if the very sound of his voice and her willingness to obey him had caused her body to respond. He had then re-tied her face up once more and introduced her to a pair of nipple clamps which looked like long tweezers. When they had pinched tightly on her hard, throbbing nipples the rush of sensations, not quite pain, not quite pleasure, had been unlike anything she had ever experienced before. While she lay there moaning and writhing, he had asked her if she wanted to continue her exploration of this new world of sensations and feelings. She had automatically agreed, her mind now awash in a sea of overwhelming thoughts and feeling. He had said that she should, in that case, be shaved, pubicly. Without even thinking or considering what that would mean she had agreed. He had spent the next half hour carefully and gently shaving her pussy, as he prefers that she refer to it from now on, and as he finished, he used a fingertip to bring her to another shattering cum. Then he had allowed her to drift off to sleep, still tied to the bed and when she had awakened, he had sent her home. "Did he..." Ralph began, his voice choking "...did he make love to you?" No, Debra said, he didn't. In fact, he hadn't even taken his clothes off. That wasn't what he wanted it seemed to her. What he wanted was to somehow feed off her surrender, to him, to the urges in her own body, to the heat and power he had over her. Ralph asked if she had enjoyed these things that this strange man had done to her. She replied, quietly, her head down, that she had, more than she had ever thought in her sexual fantasies that she would. But then she looked up at Ralph, a desperate plea and pain in her eyes and asked if he could... would do them for her. For a long moment Ralph stared at her, then his own gaze faltered and he looked away, and they both realized at that moment that he could not. It simply wasn't in him to do such things, not even to provide her with the pleasure she now realized she so desperately longed for and needed, perhaps unknowingly her whole life. They sat in silence for a long moment before Ralph sighed. "So. What now" he said. "I - " Debra hesitated, biting her lower lip, then in a rush "I have to see him again. I promised." Ralph simply nodded, slowly, thoughtfully. "When" he asked. "Tonight" she replied. She looked up at her husband, her eyes wet with confusion and pain. "I love you. You know that. But I need this. God, you can't know how much I need this right now." Ralph sighed and nodded again. "I guess you do." "Do you want a divorce" she asked levelly. "No, of course not. I just wish...." "What. What do you wish, my love." Ralph looked at her. "I wish I was capable of providing it, that's all." Somehow they both knew at that moment that, despite the fact that they loved each other, she was about to embark on a journey that he would not be able to take with her. It made him sad, but at the same time the thought of her undergoing strange, dark, mysterious things that stabbed so deeply into her mind and heart and body caused his own lust to stir and even as he sat there he could feel his cock beginning to stir and ache. Time of Possession part three by MarArch It was three o'clock in the morning, and Ralph sat on the sofa, his nerves tense and anxious. Debra had left to go to the mysterious mans home at eight in the evening, after slowly and carefully bathing and dressing. Ralph had noticed that she had not worn panties or a bra under her rather short skirt and tight sweater outfit. She had kissed him gently on the cheek, whispered that she loved him and left. That had been seven hours before. His mind was a turmoil, wondering what was occurring, what she was enduring, what she was enjoying. He had never been all that sexual himself, and up until this confusing and tumultuous week he had thought she wasn't either. Their relationship was based on love and gentleness, not torrid heat. At a few minutes after three Ralph heard the door open and a few moments later Debra came into the doorway of the den. She looked odd, he instantly noticed, her eyes glazed, distracted, her face flushed, her skirt and sweater looking as if they had been hastily and clumsily donned. In her hand she held a video tape. She slowly seemed to pull herself together and finally looked at him. "Hi" she said, her voice dull, almost as if drugged. "Are you all right" he said, concerned but unable to move from where he was rooted on the couch. "Oh" she said and a small knowing smile played out over her lips. "I'm.... yes, I'm very all right" she managed to say, her gaze drifting from him, her mind replaying something deep inside her thoughts. In a moment she sighed and shifted her gaze back to him. "Oh" she said, holding the videotape up "he wants you to watch this." Without waiting for him to respond she moved to the entertainment console in the corner and fed the tape into the VCR, pushing the play button. "I'm going to bed" she said, her voice dreamy but tired. "I'm worn out." "Okay. Debra?" Ralph said. She stopped and looked at him, her eyebrows raised, waiting. "I'm glad you're all right." She smiled, a warm, loving smile of contentment. Then, just as she turned away she said, almost casually "By the way, he fucked me tonight." And then she was gone, through the house and up the stairs where sleep awaited her. Ralph was stunned, at the casualness of the admission, but before his mind could lock onto the cascade of thoughts that flooded it, the blackness and silence on the tv was replaced by a crude, homemade camcorder image of a man, seated in an armchair in some sort of library room. He was tall, Ralph could see, in his early middle age and of average appearance. He was looking directly into the camera as he began to speak. "Hello Ralph. You don't know me, but I'm the man who has been in communication with your wife about these... urges she's been feeling. First, I want to assure you that I have no wish, plan or desire to steal her away from you. Not as a wife, anyway. Anything you two share between you as far as love, your shared history, all of that, I have no wish to intrude on. She will, in other words, still be your wife, no matter what happens between she and I. And, of course, if you still want her to be. But then, that's up to you. I happen to be a sexual Dominant, and your wife very much needs what I can provide for her and you can not. I'm not being judgmental. It's simply a fact of life. But, I don't want you to worry. I am not going to be taking anything that you could or would yourself appreciate or be able to properly enjoy. One thing I will do, however, is keep a video-taped record of our, that is your wife and my, activities. That way, if you wish, you can see what's going on between us, what she's doing and you won't feel completely left out. I know that will be important to you. Well, I suppose that's about all for now. The rest of this tape will be recorded throughout the balance of the evening. I have a few things planned to teach her tonight. Maybe you'll find them interesting. That's all for now." The image quickly jump cut to a scene some sort of livingroom, showing Debra seated in a chair, perched on the edge of it, still dressed in the short skirt and sweater, looking somewhat nervous, her hands clasped between her knees. From off camera Ralph could hear the voice of the man again, talking evenly, quietly. He asked her if she was nervous. She responded that only because there was a camera pointed at her. He inquired as to whether or not she liked the idea of their activities being recorded. She said she didn't know, but if it was something he wanted she would try her best to please him. Finally he asked her why she wanted to become involved in all this, the mysterious, dark world he was about to lead her into. She sighed heavily and began to talk about how, ever since she was a little girl, she had always had these deep, strange longings that she never quite understood, how her conversations with him had tapped into them in a way that was as powerful as some drug to her and she simply had to explore them, that she sensed there was some great sense of peace and fulfillment waiting for her through them. Ralph was beginning to feel uncomfortable, as if he were eavesdropping on a therapy session of some kind, the questions and answers playing back and forth between his lovely wife and this mysterious man. Finally, with no preamble, he heard the man tell his wife to spread her legs. She hesitated only a moment, caught off guard by the suddenness of the instruction, but she leaned back and complied, her skirt working up her thighs revealing her naked, bald sex beneath. The man then instructed her to begin stroking her clit and as she began to do so, he began stating a series of rules which, he said, he expected her to follow. The first was that she should dispose of all of her panties when she got home. That from now on she would not be wearing them. Ralph could see that this excited her as she squirmed in the chair and her fingers moved quicker on her sex. He then told her that she should stop masturbating unless he gave her specific permission to do so. She moaned, a small protesting whimper but muttered "Yes Sir". Finally he told her that he would be giving her a list of items which she would have to purchase, which she would need whenever he felt the need to have her do so. Breathlessly she nodded and whispered "Sir, I'm going to cum." Immediately he told her to stop touching herself. Again she moaned but removed her hand from her sex, visibly slumping in the chair, her breath hard and fast. He told her to stand up and remove her clothes. She rose, a bit unsteadily, and reached for the zipper at the side of the short skirt... Suddenly the scene jumped to what appeared to be a large finished basement. There, standing in the middle of the room, her arms pulled high up over her head and bound together in what looked like a pair of wide cuffs of some kind attached to a rope that trailed up out of the top of the image, was his wife, completely naked, her face half covered with a black blindfold. The camera tipped slowly down to reveal that her legs were widely spread, the ankles wrapped in another set of some sort of cuffs and attached to either end of a long, sturdy looking bar. The image then zoomed out to show her entire body and a moment later the man stepped from behind the camera, moving next to her. He reached out and gently stroked her breasts, one by one, causing her to moan deeply and shudder. Then his fingers closed slowly on one of her taut nipples and he squeezed. She whimpered and gasped and her body shuddered. Even while holding tightly to the nipple he raised a hand behind her and brought it down against her backside with a resounding slap. She cried out, her hips jutting forward under the impact. He spanked her again and now she was whimpering. In less than a minute she was sobbing under the punishment. Ralphs stomach was turning flips, stunned at the sight of his beautiful wife being subjected to such abuse, but even as an anger began to boil up inside him he heard her cry out "Sir, I'm cumming!" just before she emitted a loud, wailing scream, her entire body shuddering deeply. Ralph sagged in the couch, the anger dying and replaced by a dull, aching hopelessness. How could she have enjoyed what had just happened to her. He simply could not comprehend it. He merely stared fixedly at the screen and watched, unable to understand what he was seeing. For the next hour the tape consisted of a series of scenes, each more incomprehensible than the last. Ralph watched his wife tied face down on something that looked to him like a smaller version of a vaulting horse, her bottom crisscrossed with some sort of many-tailed whip, and even a thin cane which left it covered with angry-looking red welts. In another scene, he watched her bound, her arms pulled back and fixed to her ankles, causing her back to bow uncomfortably, while he sat next to her on the floor and dripped melted candle wax onto her backside. With each drop she squealed and shivered but when he stopped and blew out the candle she sighed as if disappointed. There were several such scenes, one showing her tied on her back on a coffee table while he lightly and gently stroked her sex with one hand and gave slow, firm tugs on a chain whose either end were fixed to wicked looking clamps that held her nipples tightly. Giving one firm pull on the chain she again cried out and managed to scream "Cummmmmmiiiiiiinnnnnnngggg!!!" before she sagged back on the table, spent and exhausted. Finally, the last scene focused on some sort of den, not unlike the one in which he was now seated. This time the man was on the couch, leaning back in a relaxed posture, his arms along the back of the couch. Debra stepped from behind the camera, still naked, her hands now linked together before her, still wearing the cuffs. She stepped in front of where he sat and sank to her knees before him, looking very much like an eager, obedient pet. He spoke to her quietly, so quietly the words were garbled on the soundtrack, but Debra nodded, solemnly at first, then with growing eagerness. Finally she reached up with her linked hands and undid the mans belt, sliding his zipper down and reaching into the opening to allow his large, already hard member to spring forth. Ralph watching, transfixed, as she bent slowly down and took it in her mouth, gently at first, her lips closing around the huge head of it, her head bobbing slightly as she suckled on it. Then suddenly the man reached down and slid his fingers under her hair, grabbing her at the scruff of the neck and pulling her face up, as if she was a kitten. She gasped loudly, her body tensing, but he pulled her up and forward, until she was kneeling on either side of his legs on the couch. He slid down further, his cock now pointed upwards, until it brushed against her sex. He pulled her head down and whispered something in her ear. Ralph could see her nod and whimper and then, with a small cry, she thrust herself down, impaling herself deeply on his hard member... on his cock, Ralph realized... and within moments she was riding him, hard and fast, this strange mans cock plunging deep into her with every stroke. And then, through her moans, she began to cry out. "Fuck me, Sir! Oh God, fuck meeeeeee! Pleeeeeease, Sir, pleeeeease.... oh God, cum inside me! Oh Sir, please, cum inside me! Oh my Master!!!! I love you!!!!" And she wailed, her body stiffening and shuddering even as he was spraying deep inside her, as they came together, a pair of wanton animals rutting in a mutual, explosive pleasure. And at that moment Ralph felt a flash rush through him and he too was coming, untouched... Time Of Possession part four by MarArch Sunday was a turmoil for Ralph. Every time he encountered Debra, in the kitchen, passing on the stairs, on opposite sides of the couch in the den before the television what he saw was almost alien to him. The far away look in her eyes would fade when she seemed to notice him and she would smile, a warm smile of love and satisfaction but something in him told him that it was only partially directed at him. Several times he was on the verge of broaching the subject of her new exploration but even though the urge was there, the words were not and he would wind up sitting, dumfounded and finally turning away. Finally, in mid-afternoon, he simply blurted out "What's the matter. Not seeing him today?" She calmly informed him that the mysterious man was out of town, traveled a lot on business and would be gone for most of the week. For some strange reason this had a calming effect on Ralph and yet, somewhere in the back of his mind, he felt a twinge of disappointment. Why should he feel that, he wondered? Did he actually, somewhere deep inside himself, envy her journey through this dark portion of her sexual nature? He shook his head and tried to focus his attention on other things, finally succeeding in having the turmoil of thoughts fade from his mind. That night, in bed, when he shyly reached to cup her breast she snuggled close to him and they made love. It was calm, gentle and loving, and although he climaxed, he realized that she did not. Disappointed he rolled over and lay for a long time, staring into the dark, before drifting off to an exhausted sleep. By Tuesday things seemed to return to normal. They went through their daily routine and it was possible for Ralph to imagine that the previous week-end had been some sort of nightmare.... no, he realized... a dream. And for some reason he felt a light hint of regret tugging at him. But life had its priorities and he turned his attention to them. Whenever he would check the computer it showed no signs of her having used it. Then, on Friday, it erupted once more. He came home as usual, arriving at the house about a half hour before she did and quickly set to work preparing dinner as he usually did when he happened to be the first one in a position to fulfill that obligation. He was standing at the sink, cutting some potatoes, when he heard the front door open and called out to her. She did not immediately respond and he stopped, turning to look at the kitchen door and listen. A moment later she stepped into the doorway. The look in her eye caused him to almost drop the knife. She stood, one hand gripping the doorframe, her mouth slightly open, breathing hard in short, shallow gasps. He took a step towards her, concern billowing up inside him but she shook her head, causing him to stop. A moment later her eyes closed and she shuddered with a deep moan, her knees trembling as if they would give out. Ralph realized she was cumming. He stood, transfixed at the sight of her. Although she was dressed in a normal, conservative outfit for work, there was an air of wantonness around her. Finally, she sighed, drew a deep breath and looked at him. "Oh God, honey" she breathed. "I don't know if I can take much more of this." "Much more of what" he said, concern in his voice "What are you talking about?" She sighed again, reaching down to gather up her skirt in her hands and slowly lift it. As her pussy was uncovered Ralph saw that in place of her panties she now wore some sort of leather harness. Wide, soft suede straps ran from a triangle that covered her crotch around her thighs and connected to a wide belt at her waist. Slowly she turned to reveal another triangle of heavy leather that covered her ass and for a moment Ralph got the feeling he was looking at some sort of strange, primitive bikini bottom. As Debra turned back to face him she simply smiled a wan smile. "He sent it to me this morning at the office. I had to wear it all day." "What - what is it?" Her smile widened wickedly and she groaned. "Torment.... sheer torment." She explained that what was visible was only the most benign part of the insidious thing. Within the harness, unseen, were three devices... a long, thick dildo that snuggled deep into her pussy, a thinner, more flexible one that penetrated her ass deeply and a small half-sphere that nestled between the lips of her pussy and rested atop her clit. She pointed out the small curved, plastic box attached to the side of the belt and the thin wire that trailed down into the harness. She explained that it contained some kind of battery and a timer. At random moments throughout the day it had kicked on and the devices that impaled her body has sprung to life, vibrating wildly, sending deep shocks of stimulation into her pussy, ass and clit. Sometimes it had only lasted long enough to drive her to the edge of cumming, other times it had gone on and on after her first climax, pushing her into a second and even a third. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to the sequence. Her eyes gleamed with a school-girl excitement as she explained that she had received the package with the morning mail, along with a note ordering her to don it immediately and not remove it for any reason until she heard from him again. As a result she had spent a very unproductive day at the office, her mind constantly ripped by waves of tingling pleasure that would sometimes leave her throbbing and frustrated, other times send her gasping and mewling as she would shudder in deep climax. "I must have cum fifty times today" she said, her eyes gleaming. "A - are you all right" he asked her. "Oh honey.... I can't describe it" she sighed. "It's like I've died and gone to heaven where all you do is cum and cum and cum." A wave of disappointment flooded over Ralph as he nodded, dumbly then turned back to the chopping board with a muttered "Dinner will be ready in about a half hour." During dinner she stopped eating twice, gasping hard and Ralph assumed the thing was doing its work on her again. But instead of shuddering in climax she merely sagged and groaned with frustration. "What's the matter" he asked her. "I'm getting frustrated" she replied, a bit of a pout in her voice. Ralph was surprised to find himself smiling at this. "What" he said "it's not making you cli - You're not cumming?" He was surprised by his use of that word but his grin widened anyway. "No" she pouted. "And I sure need to soon." They finished dinner in silence and Ralph cleared the dishes, running the water in the sink and rolling up his sleeves to wash them. As he did so Debra went upstairs, returning to drop heavily onto the couch wearing her thick bathrobe. When he had finished the dishes he joined her. Throughout the evening he could see her mood slowly darkening as the device would kick in, instantly rousing her, making her squirm and shift in an attempt to increase the stimulation, but then she would moan in disappointment as it shut down once more, short of release. By the time they rose to go to bed Debras mood was dark and silent, almost angry. She did not sleep well that night. Every time exhaustion would overtake her and she would slip into unconsciousness, the device would kick in and wake her. She tossed and turned and once she dragged herself from sleep to find she was on her stomach, her hips grinding down hard, trying vainly to find the climax that had been building and eluding her for hours. When her tossing and turning disturbed Ralph once and he opened his eyes, still half asleep, he noticed she was curled into a fetal position, crying quietly in pure frustration. Saturday morning when Ralph awoke he noticed the bed was empty. Rising he trudged through the upper floor of the house, finally finding her sitting at the computer, hammering away at the keys with such force he thought for a moment she might drive one of them through the bottom of the keyboard. Later, after she had dressed and gone downstairs he checked the computer and saw that she had written her mysterious controller a shockingly fierce letter, filled with invective and anger. Ralph was surprised to realize that his first thought was like that of one child who observes another doing some wicked deed, and he almost wanted to crow quietly "oooh, you're gonna be punished..." Throughout the morning Ralph would see her suddenly stop some activity, her body going rigid for a long moment before sagging with a disappointed sigh. After it had happened a dozen times she finally screamed out "FUCK! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!" and broken down in sobbing frustration. At exactly noon the phone rang and Debra answered it, her "hello" clipped and tense as had been all her communications that day. Instantly, however, she gasped in a deep breath as she recognized the voice on the other end of the line, scooped up the phone and sought some private corner where she spent a full hour in muttered conversation. When she returned and replaced the phone on the table Ralph, seated before the television, could see that her eyes were red, the residue of tears. "What's wrong" he said, concern filling him. She just shook her head and stood a long moment, as if gathering herself. Finally she moved to the opposite end of the couch and sat, in that posture that says what was about to be discussed was serious. Slowly, in fits and starts, then with gathering focus she explained that he had given her the belt for a purpose, not just to torment her. It was part of her training, she explained. When Ralph asked what sort of training, she explained that she was being taught to be constantly aroused, that she would eventually spend every waking moment fluctuating between a state of high sexual arousal and climax, bouncing back and forth, always ready to fuck and serve and please, no matter what might be asked of her at any time, day or night. With a deep sigh she said it was the first of her slut training. Ralph didn't know what to say, how to respond, but his body was already sending blood to swell his cock at the thought and he felt his own throbbing begin. Almost offhandedly Debra said that she would be leaving to go to him in a couple of hours and would not be home until late on Sunday night. He was having a party and he wanted her there. She turned to look at Ralph, a question in her eyes, but he merely nodded, resigned. "I love you" she whispered. "I know" he said quietly. She rose from the couch and just before she reached the door of the den she stopped, her body stiffening slightly, her head down, and Ralph knew she was again enduring the attentions of the insidious device that captured and held her pussy, ass and clit. Within a minute she relaxed, sighed and moved out of the den, heading toward the stairs to dress.... Time Of Possession part five by MarArch There are seventy three groves in the paneling, Ralph thought to himself, as he lay in bed, eyes wide open, staring at the wall on the other side of the room. It was after three on Sunday morning and he was no closer to sleep than he had been when Debra gave him a peck on the cheek hours before, turned and went out the door to go to the possession of her.... her what... lover? "Master"? Ralph didn't know. She wouldn't be home until sometime Sunday evening and his mind was a turmoil of questions, images, confusion and waves of varying emotions. Why was he allowing this to occur? Why didn't he simply tell her no? And why, when all was said and done, did it MOVE him so much, cause his normally flaccid and unexcitable member to rise up and ache? He sighed, tossed back the covers and rose, finally accepting that he would not be getting any sleep this night. Sitting in the kitchen, a cup of cooling coffee before him, he turned his mind back to the events of the past week. How he had caught her communicating on-line with some mysterious man, how she had slipped away to be with him, how Ralph had confronted her, how she had admitted her longing to experience... something, he couldn't be sure what... how she had gone to this mysterious man, at his bidding, leaving Ralph at home to wonder and worry and stew. And now it was her second Saturday night with him, only this time she would be staying all night. All night.... with another man.... Ralphs eyes fluttered open at the sound of the doorbell. He jerked upright at the kitchen table, almost knocking over the cold half-empty cup of coffee, and as he rose he stumbled, catching a clumsy foot on the chair almost knocking it over, losing his balance before gripping the doorframe and shuffling down the hall to the front door, pulling the bathrobe closed around him. Wrenching it open he faced a petite young woman in the brown shirt and slacks of some delivery company, a clipboard tucked into the crook of her arm. "Yes?" he muttered, rubbing his eyes, fighting to regain his senses. The young woman smiled at him, her attractive face glowing with energy. She asked if he was who he was, and when he nodded dumbly she made a flourishing checkmark on the clipboard and pulled a video cassette from under her arm, holding it out to him. He took it, turning it over in his hand. It was simply a blank, unlabeled videotape, no package, not even the small, flimsy case such tapes usually are stored in. "What's this" he asked, confused. "I believe it's a video tape" she said, a hint of a self-satisfied smile playing on her lips as she thrust the clipboard and a pen at him. "Sign here, please" she said. Still reeling with confusion Ralph took the pen and scrawled his signature on the paper which she quickly pulled away from his gaze, expertly slipping the pen from his numbed fingers. "Thank you, have a nice day." He grunted and was about to close the door when he heard her chuckle and mutter something under her breath as she turned away from the porch. "I'm sorry" he said, stepping back into the open doorway "what did you say?" She stopped, turned to gaze at him with a level, appraising focus and for a moment Ralph almost felt as if she was undressing him with her eyes. The thought almost made him blush. Then, with a further grin she replied. "I said.... you'll do nicely. So long." And before he could utter another word she turned and walked back to the small car parked in the driveway, leaving him to stare after her, confused and dumfounded. As the car began to back out of the driveway he saw her raise a cell phone to her ear, then stepped back and closed the door, shaking his head impotently. By the time he reached the den, staring down to turn the tape over in his hand, it slowly dawned on him what it might... no, what it surely must be, and he began to tremble, feeling his breath come in short gasps and his stomach begin to flutter. Slowly he raised the tape and slipped it into the VCR, reached to turn on the tv before turning to move back to the couch where he sat down, his entire body upright, tense and expectant. The first full minute of the tape was blank, simply a black screen and the tension was growing steadily inside him. Finally the image flared, warped and stabilized. Though crude and obviously lit oddly and poorly he could tell that he was looking at a hand held shot of the camera moving down a long hallway in a substantially large house. Ahead, under a staircase, was an open door which the camera approached and entered, tipping to show narrow steps down which it slowly moved into a large room, a basement Ralph assumed. At the foot of the stairs it turned and standing in the middle of the room was the mysterious man, leisurely coiling a long length of rope into his hand. He seemed to suddenly notice the camera and smiled at it. "Oh hello there, Ralph. Glad you could make it. Well, at least in spirit and well after the fact. It's now approximately four thirty on Saturday afternoon and your lovely wife arrived here just about an hour ago. Since then she's had quite a work out, I believe she's cum... what..." He seemed to regard something beyond the camera "....a dozen times? Something like that. She's taking a little break right at the moment, gathering her strength, so to speak." He chuckled deeply with a dark malevolence before focusing on the camera once again. "Ralph, I have to tell you, your wife is quite a sexual being. I don't suppose you were ever even aware of that, were you. Did you know that she has a huge capacity to endure stimulation and release? Even I'm impressed, and I must tell you, I've been doing this for a long, long time. Anyway, as I promised, you won't miss a thing. Though I must tell you, what you see from here on will probably be a bit more.... intense? ...than you might be prepared for. Just a friendly little warning, in case you want to bail out right here before things really get rolling. That's up to you, of course, but I'm willing to bet you're going to sit right there, glued to the screen for the entire thing, aren't you. Answer me, Ralph, aren't you." "Yes" Ralph said, quietly, stunned a moment later that he had felt compelled to obey the direction of the person on this recording. What's happening to me, he wondered. The man on the screen smiled and chuckled again and a moment later the camera whirled, the room becoming a momentary blur. The image cut suddenly to moving through a doorway, obviously in the basement and suddenly the image of Debra came into view. She was standing in the middle of the room, naked, her back against a thick post, her body tied to it at ankles, knees, waist and neck by coils of rope, her hands clearly bound behind the post. Her head was pressed back hard against it and Ralph could see her jaw held wide open by a large, black ball of some kind with straps that wrapped around her face to the back of her head. She was blindfolded and by the heaving of her chest Ralph could tell she was in some sort of extreme distress. As the camera moved slowly towards her he could see that a golden chain hung down along her chest, the ends firmly attached to each of her nipples by heavy clamps of some kind. The camera tilted down to focus on the chain and a mans hand reached into the frame, holding a small object which Ralph saw was a heavy fishing weight attached to a Christmas tree hook. The hand slipped the hook over the chain and let it go. It dropped a short distance, pulling the chain tight with a jerk and even with the poor soundtrack Ralph could hear Debra whimper suddenly, dissolving into a short, muffled sob. Then the camera pulled back to reveal her body and a moment later what looked like a collection of dark strings flew into the frame, slapping hard against her crotch with an audible slap. She shuddered, crying out behind the gag, her body quivering and beginning to sob. Ralph watched, his body stunned and frozen, his cock hard and throbbing, his own breathing shallow and quick, as his beloved wife was whipped until she suddenly cried out in a muffled scream and her entire body thrashed in sharp heaves. Ralph realized that she had just cum, from nothing more than having been whipped. A wave of guilt rolled through Ralph as he quickly reached to undo his belt and open his zipper, leaning back against the couch, the better to wrap his hand around his own pulsing cock. The tape was beyond anything he could have imagined. He watched his wife, her body bent face down over a padded sawhorse-looking device, arms and legs bound tightly to it, stretching her almost to the breaking point as the mysterious man slowly worked a long, thick, black dildo into and out of her pussy, each thrush causing her to scream into the gag and shudder, cumming with virtually every thrust. He saw her body strung, spread eagle, upside-down, held up by her ankles stretched between a pair of the posts as the whip worked on her open pussy. He saw in a close up as an obscenely large, strangely shaped object, like a pink cone with a narrow base was slowly worked into her upturned, exposed ass, drawing muffled screams as its widest part entered her body and nestled in place deep within her. He saw her tied up tight, from head to foot, in ropes, laid on the floor on her back. Every few seconds she shuddered and squealed behind the gag but Ralph could not see any reason for this until the camera pulled back to reveal the man standing over her, a lit candle in his hand, tipped to allow the melted wax to drip down onto her breasts and stomach. Only at this moment do Ralph suddenly heed a nagging thought that had flitted around in the back of his mind since the tape began... who was running the camera? Before he could focus on this thought the scene changed, the camera now obviously stationary, pointing at the floor of what looked like a livingroom or den. There, on the floor, was his beloved Debra, her body hogtied, the blindfold and jaw stretching gag now finally removed, her face pressed firmly against the open crotch of a woman, naked except for an elaborate headmask that hid her features. The woman had her hand on the back of Debras head and was reaching back to lean on her other arm so she could raise her hips and drive her pussy, hard, into Debras face, forcing her to lap at it with noisy, wet slurps. The woman threw back her head and growled in a kind of animal passion before settling back to the floor and erupting with breathless laughter. Ralph could see that Debras ass was crisscrossed with angry red stripes and the end of the pink object still nestled against her backside, the rest of it still firmly lodged deep within her. Ralphs cock erupted for the fourth... fifth? ...time since the tape had begun and still he continued stroking it, his own electrifying arousal not yet sated. At last the scene shifted back to the hand-held point of view, moving through what must have been the party Debra had mentioned. It flowed from room to room, moving between at least two dozen people standing around in knots, drinks in hand, laughing and chatting, before moving through a doorway to reveal what must have been the dining room, and Ralph gasped. There, in the center of the table, her legs bent back under her as if she had been kneeling and pushed over backwards, was Debra, her entire upper face now covered with a dark, leather hood that blocked her vision, her hands clearly tied behind her back. She was the centerpiece of a buffet, except that her head, bent upside-down, was at the edge of the table and some man had his cock jammed deeply into her throat. As the camera moved in even closer Ralph could see she was sucking it with a vengeance and a few minutes later the hips of the man thrust deep into her throat, obviously spraying his cum into her. Even as he was doing so Debra began to scream around the rapidly deflating organ. The camera moved back and around to show her spread legs and Ralph moaned, his entire body beginning to tremble. Seated on a chair at that end of the table was a rough looking man clearly in the process of tattooing something on her body, just above the lips of her pussy while another man stood, holding her thigh tightly with one hand while the other, covered with a glistening, slightly yellowish colored rubber glove seemed to be disappearing into her pussy. Ralph could see the hand slowly begin to rotate, obviously inside her pussy and he could hear Debras unmuffled screaming sobs. What blared out of the tv speaker a moment later caused his cock to spew once more. "I'm cuuummmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnngggggggggg!!!!!!" Debra screamed, as the camera spun to see another cock shoved into her open mouth which she instantly began to suckle, the tears flowing freely down from her eyes. Abruptly the scene cut once more, back to a fixed shot across a bedroom to a large bed where Ralph could see the mysterious man, clearly naked, reclining under the covers. After a few moments Debra, naked, her wrists and ankles bearing what looked to Ralph like leather bands, strolled past the camera and slowly crawled onto the bed. As she did so, the man flipped back the covers to reveal his hard cock. Debra swung a leg over his body, reaching down to point the cock upwards, to the entrance of her pussy and slowly nestled down onto it, impaling herself. For the next several minutes Ralph watched as she rode him, gently, almost peacefully, until the mans hands gripped her waist and she reached behind herself to slip a finger into his ass. The mans body stiffened and Ralph knew he was cumming, deep inside his wifes pussy. Then Debra slowly laid down on top of him and the man reached to deftly flip the covers over both of them, then wrapping his arms around her as she nuzzled against his chest. The screen went blank. Time Of Possession part six by MarArch Ralph sat on the couch for a long moment, staring at the black television screen, the residue of the final image of his wife making love to her mysterious lover cascading through his mind. It had been different from all the other images showing her torments in that it was heavy with a rush of feelings radiating from her to him, rather than her body enduring his attentions. No coherent thoughts formed themselves in Ralphs mind other than the images of what he had witnessed. Perhaps he wasn't allowing himself to make any judgments about them, for fear of what that might mean, or perhaps his mind was simply so overwhelmed that it simply retreated to a cold, still place inside itself where nothing could touch or harm it. Eventually he rose, zipped up his stained jeans with dull, mechanical motions and went into the kitchen, his body sending a nagging signal that it needed nourishment. He didn't want to think any more, nor did he particularly want to feel. He was content, for the moment, to simple be. It was safer that way. For the rest of the afternoon and into the evening Ralph moved mechanically, allowing himself to do little things without bothering to consider them or focus on them. He washed the dishes, swept the kitchen floor and attended to other mundane tasks, his mind drifting off somewhere. By seven that evening he had attended to virtually every small chore his brain would allow him to recognize and was once again seated in the den, staring empty-eyed at the television, not really hearing or seeing the cavalcade of bland programming that leeched from it. If someone had stepped into the room and shot him in the chest at that moment it is likely he would have only vaguely noticed it. What happened instead was far more attention getting. Somewhere inside himself Ralph heard the sound of the front door opening and closing a few moments later, but aside from turning his head toward the open doorway of the den he found himself unable or unwilling to move. He simply sat, reclining listlessly on the couch, waiting, a large part of his mind calmly, blankly awaiting whatever might occur. He heard a vague movement coming through the kitchen, shuffling footsteps, and then she appeared in the doorway. She was wrapped in an oversized trenchcoat that seemed to have been hung over her shoulders and buttoned absurdly around her, trailing to the floor, only her head visible above the heap of cloth that shrouded her. Around her neck was a wide, thick, black collar and between her teeth, spreading her jaw wide, was a bright red ball, straps from which ran around behind her head securing it in place. The expression in her eyes as they fell on him was a kind of cloudy glaze, as if her mind was under assault, pulling her attention to some distant place. After a moment her eyes slipped closed and her head lulled back as she moaned deeply. Suddenly something from behind her streaked in and swatted the backside of the coat with a loud "whomp!" causing her to emit a muffled yelp and jerk her head back, her eyes opening in an expression of surprise and wonder. She shuffled into the den and Ralph could see that attached to the collar was a thick dog leash being held by someone still out of sight around the doorframe. A moment later he stepped into the den behind her. It was the mysterious man. In his hand he held the other end of the leash, in the other a wicked looking black riding crop. He gave a short jerk on the chain which caused Debra to stop, her gaze once again turning to stare at Ralph, her expression telling him that she might only barely be recognizing him. The mysterious man stepped up behind her and smiled down at Ralph. "Hello Ralph" he said, his voice cool and commanding. "I thought it was time we met, in person. After all, she's told me so little about you, I wanted to meet you for myself." Ralph stared up at him, his expression blank, merely absorbing the events, but unable to react to them. The man paused, possibly awaiting some sort of response, then glanced at Debra. "As you can see" he said "she's come a long way in a very short time, don't you think? Remarkably far, in fact. She must have been aching to take this route for a long time. Too bad you never saw that. Things might have been different. But, no use crying over spilt cum, now is there. In fact, now that we're here, I don't think this is necessary any more, do you?" The man stepped before Debra and slowly unbuttoned the trenchcoat with slow, measured, almost ritual movements. As he did so Debras gaze shifted to him and Ralph could see her face take on an inner glow of adoration and even worship. Slipping the last button the man reached up and slipped the coat from her body, casually flipping it away to a pile on the floor and stepping aside so Ralph could see his wifes full body for the first time. His eyes swept over her from top to bottom seeing first her arms drawn tightly behind her, the wide leather straps of some kind of tight sleeve binding her from fingertip to shoulder, her nipples hung with heavy, ornate clamps connected by a golden chain, another golden chain encircling her waist, Just above the tormenting harness he had seen once before tightly binding her hips and, he was sure, impaling her, front and back, he could see the small image of a pair of handcuffs had been tattooed at the join of her hip. Her ankles each bearing the wide cuffs connected by a heavy chain that surely would only allow her to shuffle in tiny steps. Her chest heaved heavily with deep, labored breaths, a light sheen of sweat glistening on every inch of her skin, her whole body quivering, ripples of tense muscles fluttering across her stomach and flanks, like the shudders of a well muscled horse in the presence of a fly, except that Ralph knew her trembling was the residue of a sensory overload that was flooding her entire body, burning away conscious thoughts in wave after wave of pure sensations of agonizing pleasure. She was magnificent, Ralph realized. A goddess, transcendent and sacrificial at the same moment, now existing on another plain somewhere far from him where all of existence was worship and service and love and overwhelming physical pleasure. Stepping behind her the man unsnapped the straps on the gag and pulled it from her mouth. She gasped deeply and expelled a rush of air, her whisper tense and frantic. "Thank you, Master, thank you, cumming, oh Master, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming..." Even as she continued to hiss the statement, over and over, like a mantra, the man moved casually to the chair opposite the couch and settled easily into it, fixing Ralph with his gaze and a slow, cruel grin. "I've instructed her to announce for me every time she experiences a climax" he said, almost offhandedly. "She started babbling like that in the car and I had to finally gag her just to get some peace and quiet." He flicked a glance at where Debra stood, pausing in her babbling long enough to such in a deep breath which she expelled heavily and then resumed hissing "I'm cumming, cumming, oh God, cumming..." As if he sensed disbelief in Ralph the man turned back to him and smiled wickedly. "Oh yes" he said, "it's possible." Turning her attention to Debra once more the man said, in a quiet but commanding voice "Come here, slave." Almost robotically Debra turned and shuffled over to stand before him, her breath heaving, body quaking and shuddering. The man reached to his fly, unzipped it and removed his semierect cock. "Kneel" he said and Debra immediately dropped to her knees between his spreading legs. The man fixed his gaze on Ralph. "Suck" he said, and instantly Debra was leaning down, devouring the organ deep into her mouth, the obscene, wet slurping quickly becoming rhythmic as her head began to bob along its length and she began to whimper like a starving child wolfing down food without which they would shortly die. "Who owns you" the man said. Debras mouth released the cock only long enough to gasp out "You do, Master" and then she was plunging it deeply into her throat once more. "And you'll do anything I tell you to do." Again the brief release "Yes, Master" and again the cock deep in her throat. "And you'll fuck anyone I tell you to fuck." "Yes, Masteeeeer!" she cried this time as if frustrated by the constant interruptions to her task, plunging again to absorb the cock in her sucking throat. "And if I told you never to fuck anyone I didn't want you to, you would obey me?" She merely nodded, sensing the cock was swelling in her throat, preparing to deliver it's gush of hot, sticky, sweet cum into her. "Even your husband?" She squealed, nodding, trying to keep the cock lodged in her throat. In an instant he sprang forward, his fingers locking in the hair at the back of her head, wrenching her face away and turning it so that she was half-turned, looking at Ralph. "Say it" he said, evenly. "I will never fuck anyone my Master doesn't want me to, ever again." "Not even your husband" the man coached quietly. Debra's eyes locked onto Ralphs, piercing straight into his soul. "Not even my husband" she said, pride and surety in her voice. The man leaned back, releasing her hair and instantly she leaned to scoop the cock back into her mouth, sucking it deep into her throat and nursing on it with desperation. The man smiled at Ralph. "She's going to call in sick tomorrow morning" he said, evenly, casually "and spend the week with me. I simply wanted you to see her so you wouldn't worry about her. She's where she wants to be. I may return her to you next Sunday, I'm flying out of town on business. Or I may just take her with me. I haven't decided yet." Suddenly his gaze seemed to lose its focus and his eyes became half-lidded, then closed. At his cock Debra squealed and increased her frenzy, swallowing deeply as he sprayed into her throat. The man sighed and reached out to stroke her hair. "That's enough, slave" he said quietly, and Debra groaned, reluctantly, allowing the cock to slip from her mouth before shuffling up and laying her head in his lap, nuzzling in with a contented sigh. The man lightly stroked her hair as he spoke. "But, I don't want you to get lonely, or worried or begin to think about doing anything stupid or foolish. After all, I don't know what you're capable of. Well, I know some things you are not capable of, but...." The man reached into his jacket pocket and removed a small cellular phone which he flipped open, pushing a single button before raising it to his ear. A moment later he spoke. "Come in, my dear." He flipped the phone closed and pocketed it. "Therefore" he continued, as if he had not interrupted himself "I've arranged for you to be kept... 'occupied' for the week. Of course, you'll have to call in sick as well. But I'm sure you'll find that it's worth the missed hours at that boring, old office." Ralph heard the front door open and close and the man turned to the doorway with a grin. Ralph, now dull and blank, turned automatically to follow his gaze. A woman stepped into the doorway and stopped, raising her hands and resting them on her hips. She was vaguely familiar, except for the fact that she was clad in a tight, dark, shining leather corset, a black leather thong and a pair of black stockings that terminated in high heeled, jet black boots that gripped her calves up to the knees. In her hand, it's ends trailing down her hip, was a wicked looking whip of some kind. Ralphs brow furrowed in a dull confusion and his gaze returned to her face. It was familiar. Then it struck him.... she had delivered the video tape to him that very morning, though then she had been wearing a plain, brown uniform of pants and shirt. The man turned from her to look at Ralph. "So, my dear... what do you think?" "Oh" she said, an evil smile spreading on her lips "I think he'll be wonderful, once he's property trained." "So, does that mean you want him" the man inquired, a bit of amusement in his voice. "What if he isn't interested?" She fixed her gaze on Ralph and he could feel himself begin feel light-headed, his vision seeming to lose all focus except for the burning light in her eyes. "Oh" she said, her own tone deep and calm "I think I've gotten him interested already..." Time Of Possession part seven by MarArch She was gone again. The man, whoever he was, had zipped up his pants, draped Debra in the coat, taken her leash and led her from the den. Ralph heard the front door close and the profound silence that it left in its wake, unbroken except for his own breathing which was deep and slow. The woman stood in the doorway, leaning against it, arms folded, the whip dangling casually from her hand, studying him for what seemed like ages, but Ralph was only vaguely aware of her presence. His mind was a million miles away, at a place where wives do not turn to stranger and declare their love, nor allow themselves to be so.... no, not abused. She wanted it, wanted the things this mysterious stranger could do, was doing for her, to her. He had her now in a place where she had only ever dreamed of before, in some dark corner of her soul that Ralph had never even known existed, let alone had the least clue how to touch and fulfill. A part of his spirit was dying as he sat, limply, on the couch, rotting away inside him, turning putrid and foul inside him. After what seemed to Ralph an eternity, the woman spoke. "Hey." He turned to her, slowly, mechanically, as if the effort was almost more than he could manage. His eyes fell on her with a blank lack of interest. She smiled slowly, and if Ralph had been in any condition to focus on her, would have seen that it was an odd smile, both amused and kindly. "You look like shit, you know that?" she said. It took a long moment for Ralphs mind to absorb the meaning behind the words he'd just heard, but once they penetrated he simply nodded. The woman sighed, straightened in the doorway and extended a hand to him. "Come" she said, her voice gentle yet firm. Ralph stared at her for a long moment, unsure of what this new stranger wanted, then realized somewhere deep inside himself that he had been told to do something, and that is all it took to begin his slow, painful rise from the couch. He was willing now to obey, as long as he was not called upon to decide anything or make a choice. It was all he could manage at this moment. He stepped up to her and limply raised a hand which she took in her own gloved fingers, then turned and slipping her other hand under his elbow, led him gently to the stairs. In the bathroom he stood, dumbly as she gently stripped him, tossing each rumpled, slovenly garment out the door to a heap in the hallway. When he was naked she closed the door, stripped off one glove, bent to turn on the bathwater, test its temperature, plug the drain and begin removing her own garments, not in any sensual way, but as if this was the most natural thing in the world. Her gloves, corset, stockings, boots and thong she carefully folded and set in a pile on the top of the toilet tank. Ralph noticed that she, like his wife, was shaved pubicly and her body was adorned by several small tattoos, including a pair of handcuffs placed exactly where the one that now was a permanent part of Debras body was located, just above and off to one side of her sex. Also each of her nipples had been pierced and carried a small golden loop. Taking his hands she stepped into the tub, gently pulling him until they stood ankle deep in it, facing each other. She then shifted her hold to his shoulders and gently turned him around. "Sit" she said. He complied, lowering himself to a cross-legged squat, his back to her. She lowered herself, spreading her legs, then reached forward to carefully pull him back against her as she reclined in the tub, his neck coming to rest between her firm breasts. She worked her legs up and wrapped them around his, her arms going around his shoulders to hug him close against her. With one hand she reached to gently stroke his hair and leaned down to plant the sweetest, gentlest of single kisses on his ear. "Let go, baby. Just let it go" she whispered, and at that moment the closeness, warmth and yes, the love of this moment with this stranger, as he lay curled, naked in her arms in the warm water that shrouded his body, floating it, unprotected and unguarded, split his soul in half, all the pain, rage, confusion and agony pouring out of him in a shattering scream that dissolved to wracking sobs that shuddered his body with deep gunshot spasms. And then his hand moved, clutching at her arm and holding it as if it was all that kept him alive and his pain flowed forth and his tears fell down to mix with the water that surrounded both their naked bodies. Throughout it all she merely held him, stroking him, nuzzling him and protecting him from all further harm. Ralph rolled over, vaguely feeling the covers slip in a knot around him and opened his eyes. He was in his own bed, curled up fetally, his body naked, feeling exhausted and confused. Then it came back to him, the bath, the pain that had exploded from him, ripping him to pieces, the woman, standing him up, drying him, leading him to the bed, tucking him in and stoking his hair until, thankfully, sleep claimed him.... He tossed back the covers and padded to the bathroom, emptying his bladder, staring down at the swirling water of the flush even as he voided himself. He actually felt human again, he thought. Bruised but functional. He turned and opened the door and there she was... the woman, again clad in her corset, thong and boots, though this morning she had foregone the stockings. She stood, arms crossed, grinning slyly at him. Ralph yelped in surprise and moved to close the door but her arm shot out and pushed it, keeping it from shutting. "No" she laughed. "Honey, I saw everything last night. Nice, by the way. No, today you stay absolutely naked. Now, shake off your cock and come downstairs for breakfast." With that she turned and descended the steps, leaving Ralph to stand, mouth agape, eyebrows raised, staring after where she disappeared. Finally he turned and used a small piece of toilet paper to blot the last drops of his urine from his member which he also carefully flushed away before heading downstairs. In the kitchen he saw that she was true to her word, with fresh, hot coffee, an omelet... the full breakfast treatment. She had him sit at the table while she served and then sat opposite him, lifting her fork and nodding encouragingly at his plate. Obediently he picked up his own fork and began to eat. Finally, he looked up at her. "Wh - Who are you?" he said. She laughed easily and told him her name was Donna and she had known "the Master", that's what the mysterious man preferred to be called, for quite some time. In fact, she said, she was a sort of former pupil of his. When Ralph asked what kind of pupil, Donna fixed her gaze on him for a long moment, then put down her fork, planted her elbows on the table, laced her fingers before herself and began to explain. This was the first time that Ralph even heard the phrases she spoke of... "Sexual Dominant", "submissive", "erotic power exchange". Every sentence she spoke seemed to flood him with a rush of new information. Finally, he had to sheepishly put up a hand to stop her and apologize profusely that he couldn't absorb any more. She smiled and nodded, agreeing that it was all quite deep and not to be absorbed in one simple sitting. She changed her tack, explaining that a long time before she had thought that she too was submissive, but had quickly discovered that she much preferred the feeling of power and control that came to her when she had a man helplessly under her thumb, either spiritually or physically. When Ralph made a vague muttered comment that he didn't think that sort of thing was for him, her eyebrows raised, curiously. "Oh?" she said. "Are you sure about that?" When he looked at her, confused, she gently pointed out that, in fact, she was sitting at the table fully clad, albeit in rather eccentric fashion, while he was completely naked. Had been, in fact, since the night before. And yet, did he not feel perfectly at ease and at peace? After considering this for a moment Ralph had to nod in agreement. It was true. He was at peace. Relaxed and calm and even feeling a small inner glow of some kind. Not a sexual glow, but one of... what.... affection? Trust? Love?...for this strange woman... this Donna... who had come to him out of nowhere and helped him through.... Ralph felt the pain well up inside himself and he gave a short, heavy sigh, tears flooding into the corners of his eyes. Suddenly, startlingly, her voice was cold. "Stop that." His gaze snapped up at her, shocked. "You had that last night. It was necessary then, but you don't need to go back to that. It's over with, understand? It's time to get over it." "But - but Debra.... my wife..." he whined, the tears gathering, threatening to fall. "...is being royally fucked by another man" she said, evenly, her voice not particularly cruel but nevertheless cruel in it's implications. "I know. He's using her like a whore, doing things to her you couldn't even dream of and she's loving every minute of it." "She - she loves him!" Ralphs voice blurted out. "Does she?" Donna snapped back. "Or does she only THINK, at this moment, that she does." The silence fell in on them for a long moment, then her tone softened. "Ralph, honey... sweety... has she ever done anything like this before? Ever? Ever had an affair? Ever kissed another man with passion?" "No" he said, glumly. "Was she a virgin when you got married?" "No. But she wasn't all that experienced... I don't think." "So..." Donna said, wisdom in her tone, "everything that's happening to her is completely new then." Ralph nodded, staring down at his half eaten breakfast. "Then of course she's going to be excited by it, you silly man" she said, leaning in slightly to emphasize her point. "My God, she's experiencing physical pleasure like she never dreamed of before. And she's probably been dreaming about just those kinds of things for a long, long time." Ralphs voice was almost pouting, "She never told me about it." Donna laughed. "Well, of course not, silly! Why would she? She'd be too embarrassed. I mean, look at you! Deep down inside, you're as submissive as she is!" That caused Ralphs head to snap up, his eyes bearing an offended expression. "I am not!" Donna leaned slowly back in her chair, studying him for a long moment, then simply said "Stand up." Without thinking, he stood, pushing back his chair. she nodded vaguely to the place next to where she sat. "Come here." Again, without thinking, he moved to stand beside her. She smiled up at him, reached up and wrapped her hand around his flaccid cock. He yelped and took a half-step back, but instantly her other hand swung wide, delivering a resounding, stinging slap to his naked backside. "Stand still" she said. Ralph stiffened his whole body, trying to avert his gaze but not moving. "Look me in the eye" she said. Ralph looked down and when his eyes caught hers he could see something there.... heat? desire? Something. When she spoke again her voice was low, soothing and rhythmic... hypnotic in a way, as her hand continued to gently stroke his now stirring cock. "Listen to me very carefully, pet" she said. "What's happening to your wife is something she's always dreamed about... fantasies she's had all her life since she first secretly realized that it felt good to touch her own clit. Something from deep down inside of her is blossoming. And in an amazing way, even I have to admit. You know, at the party last night? I had my entire fist up inside her pussy and I felt her grip it as she came, her cum running down my arm..." Ralphs cock was fully erect now and his body was trembling, the stroking and the images she was planting in his mind working on him. "I watched her get fucked in ways I wouldn't even try. I even chose the tattoo so that it would match mine." Ralph was whimpering now, small, breathy pouts of sound. "And she's going to be fucked even more creatively and forcefully over the next week. In fact, there won't be a single waking moment that she isn't either being fucked, or tormented, or aroused. Fucking and cumming will be the only thing she will know for the next entire week. In fact, when you next see her, and you will, I guarantee that, she's going to be a changed woman. She'll become horny and drenching wet just from a swat on the bottom.... she'll ache to have cock in her pussy or her ass or her very talented mouth... she'll have her nipples pierced just like mine are, and the hood of her clit as well.... she'll be attentive and eager to do anything to please..." "Please him" Ralph hissed. "Yes" she continued coolly "please him. He's her Master now. He owns her more completely than you ever did. Because he's touched places in her you never could and she needs to have those places touched. She's not complete without that. Tell me when you are about to come, baby. She is living a dream right now. A dirty, smutty, wicked, evil dream. Clasp your hands behind your back..." Ralph quickly moved his hands behind himself and gripped one wrist with the other hand. "You can't even imagine the kind of creature she has become" Donna continued, her hand now stroking his throbbing cock in fast, long motions, as if milking him. "She's one open, aching, throbbing, needing, wet pussy.... and ass... and mouth... She needs to feel men cumming deep inside her... needs to feel their cocks... needs to be whipped and spanked and tortured.... she needs it Ralph. She needs it..... And now, baby.... what do you need... Hummmm? What does my Ralph puppy need?" "Oh God, I'm gonna cum" he hissed, feeling the trembling tingle begin to rise from deep inside his body at the base of his cock. "Miss Donna" she said, quietly. "Miss Donna, I'm gonna cum" he hissed again. She leaned down, opening her mouth and taking the head of his cock between her lips, her hand still stroking. Suddenly he erupted with a shout, his cum pouring onto her tongue. She swallowed it calmly as it flooded forth in spurts, the pleasure welling and ebbing, leaving him tingling. When at last he sagged, she pulled her head back and looked up at him. "Sit" she said. Shakily, he gripped the table and lowered himself to the floor beside her chair. She placed her hand on his head and guided it down until it was resting in her lap where she began to stroke it, gently, lovingly. "Now" she said "how do you feel." "I don't know" he whimpered. "Try" she said, quietly. "I - confused... good... relaxed... tense.... safe..." "And do you love me?" "I - I don't.... yes, I do." "Because of how I make you feel?" "Yes..." "Very good, baby..." she said, gently stroking his hair. "Well, pretty soon you'll find out how your wife is feeling.... because for this next week, I own you, body and soul... don't I, baby..." "Donna..." "Miss Donna... always." "Miss Donna.... I don't know if..." "Yes you do, baby. You want to know what it's like, don't you. That tiny bit you've already felt... you want to know more, don't you." Ralph sighed. "Yes.... Miss Donna." "You want to know what your wife is feeling, don't you." "Yes...." "And you will, baby.... trust me... completely.... you will..." Time Of Possession part eight by MarArch "Straight" she said, her voice tolerant yet firm. Ralph instinctively felt his spine straighten, his head lift, his shoulders square, though his hands remained lightly placed on his folded thighs, relaxed and at rest. Donna sat in the chair before him, leaning back, legs crossed, fingers laced, eyeing him as he knelt, naked, on the floor at her feet. She had on her corset still but the thong and boots were discarded somewhere for the moment. "Do you feel silly, baby" she said quietly. "No, Miss" he said. "Why not. You're kneeling, buck naked in the middle of your own den, at the feet of some strange woman. You don't feel the least bit foolish?" "No, I don't." "So.... what do you feel." "I - " he hesitated, unable to find the correct words. "I don't know, Miss. Not foolish." "Happy? Aroused? Warm?" she asked. He did not respond but she could see from his face that he was probing his own reactions to this completely new situation. She smiled at him. "Well, don't worry about it for now, pet. We don't know what your nature is yet, do we. But we will. We will." She studied him for a long moment then... "What do you want, pet. Right this moment. What do you want." He hesitated only a split second. "My wife" he said, quietly. "Why" she said. "Because I love her. I need her." "In spite of everything she's done." "Yes." "In spite of all the pain she's caused you." "Yes." "In spite of the selfishness she's shown. The disregard for your feelings." "Yes." Donna nodded slowly, considering all this. "Well then" she finally responded with a sigh "we have a lot to do, don't we." She uncrossed her legs and extended a foot until it was pointed at his face. "Kiss" she said. Ralph leaned down, taking the heel of her bare foot gently in his grasp and brushing his lips along the top of the arch. A light sigh escaped from Donna as she felt herself relax into the chair, and then she felt his teeth, lightly raking the skin of her foot, the tip of his tongue tickling between the faint scratch they produced that rippled up her leg as a shiver. Her gaze fixed on him, now almost wary, as his lips trailed down toward her toes, and then they parted from her skin and he leaned back up, still holding her heel, his thumb gently stroking it. "Why did you do that" she said, a touch of amusement and surprise in her voice. "I wanted to make you feel good, Miss" he said and she could see the smile that he wasn't allowing to be displayed on his lips. "Did you." "Yes, Miss" he said, and now the impudent little puppy was actually smug, she thought. "Well, if that's the case" she said, lifting her buttocks and sliding down in the chair so her pussy rested just on the edge of the seat and spreading her legs "then you'd better do it properly." And now the grin flooded his face and he began to lean down onto all fours, his head approaching her openness. "Stop" she said, suddenly, sharply and though his body jerked to a halt and his gaze flicked to meet her, questioning, she could see the disappointment in his eyes. "Stand up" she said. He rose, his brows beginning to furrow in confusion. "Turn around." Slowly he rotated until his back was facing her. "Hands back" she said, reaching down beside the chair to scoop up the short length of rope she had placed there along with the other little items before he had arisen that morning. Ralph slid his arms behind his back and grasped one wrist with the other hand. She smiled to herself, knowing that he was in for a bit more of a surprise than he must have been thinking. Deftly she took his wrists, pulling his hands apart and bending them, pressing them up and into the small of his back until the forearms crossed along their length. His body bent back slightly and he cried out in surprise and pain. "Shh!" she hissed, sternly, gripping both of his forearms in a single firm hand and quickly swatting his backside with a resounding crack. "Relax!" she said, forcefully. "I - it hurts!" he whined. "And it will as long as you fight against it, now relax!" The pain of the strained joints of Ralphs shoulders throbbed through him and he wanted to pull away, forcefully, knock her away, get to a safe distance... but instead he struggled to focus and will his muscles to unbind and stretch. The pain peeked for a brief moment but then it began to flow away, like a sound fading into the distance, and soon he was merely aware of the tightness, the sensation of restriction as he felt her expertly feeding the rope between his arms and spine, over and over and drawing it tight, roping his arms together in place and immobile behind him. He felt odd, his chest forced out in an unnatural posture as he allowed his shoulders to ease back, the discomfort slowly dissolving to.... to what, he thought.... not pain any more... not even particularly unpleasant. Just an odd feeling... a helplessness that was, in a way, strangely appealing. "Now" he heard her say behind him "turn around". He slowly rotated in place and saw that she was once again leaning far back in the chair, her legs thrown up over the padded arms, her naked, smooth pussy open and glistening before him. "Now... please me, pet." He slowly, carefully lowered himself to one knee and even as he moved he felt a sense of gracefulness, his need to control each shift of weight and angle of his body as it descended, lest he topple over, forcing him to make each motion smooth and fluid, as if he were some sort of dancer. The wonder of the sensation, the realization that possibly for the first time in his life such a simple act was so much more significant than it had ever been before flooded through him and by the time he came to rest on his knees between her spread thighs, he felt a sense of glowing within himself of... what... pride? Wonder at his own grace? His eyes fixed on hers and she could see his startled confusion. "I know, baby" she said quietly. "It doesn't feel at all like you thought it would, does it." "No, Miss, it feels.... good" his tone full with surprise. "Good. Now, make me feel good, pet." Ralphs eyes fell to her pussy, flicked up to catch her own once more, briefly, then slowly, carefully, he bent over from the waist, until he could smell her arousal, feel the heat of her and finally scoop the tiny drops of her lust onto the tip of his tongue. She closed her eyes and allowed her body to loosen, melting down into the chair as the firm yet soft and flexible tip of his tongue slipped along the lips of her tingling pussy, oozed between them and found her clit. When it slowly, deftly, began to stroke back and forth over the tight, throbbing nub of flesh she felt herself shudder with the tingles that flowed through her body. "Oh baby, you know what you're doing, don't you...." she moaned, allowing the waves of tingling pleasure to sweep over her. "Don't spill a drop, pet... not a single drop..." and she allowed herself to float on the pleasure until she felt the icy-flaming stab of her climax shudder through her.... He was resting back on his haunches, his face beaming with pride and adoration when she slowly slipped her eyes open with a sigh. She saw him, kneeling there, glowing at her, and arched an eyebrow. "What" she said. "Nothing, Miss" he said, airily, his voice smug. "Oh" she said, hoping her tone was sarcastic instead of simply admiring "you like making me cum, do you?" "Yes, Miss" he said. "Why, because it pleased me?" "That too, yes." "But also.....?" He glanced down, a blush rising in his cheeks, before fixing her with his gaze again. "Also..... I'm good, Miss. I'm damned good at that." "Oh ARE you" she said, trying to sound cross but in spite of herself the laughter bubbled out and he joined her, the moment floating between them with a kind of magic. At last she moaned, stretched and pulled her ass back into the chair, straightening, becoming more business-like. "Now, pet, how are your arms." "Fine, Miss" he said, mild surprise in his voice at this admission. "You sure?" "Yes Miss. In fact...." Again the blush rose in him. "What, pet" she said, coaxing. "Well... I kind of like it. It feels... that is, it makes me feel.... I don't know. Something... something good." She emitted a wise sounding "hmmmmm" and stood. "Well, in that case..." She extended a hand and flicked it, indicating for him to rise. His face positively glowed as he planted a foot and pushed himself up to his feet, slowly, majestically. She turned and moved toward the doorway and he fell into step... no, more of a proud prance, he thought with an inner smile, behind her.... She looped and pulled the last of the knots tightly, then stepped back to admire her work. God, she thought, lust boiling up in her, how she wanted to own him, rape him, have him screaming and sobbing and hers. He was on his back in the bed, his still bound arms pressing into his spine causing his chest to bow up obscenely, his legs bent double and lashed tightly from upper thigh to ankle but spread wide and held in place by the rope running under the bed that pulled his knees outward. His mouth was held wide and sealed by the bright red ballgag and when she reached down to scoop the chain connecting the nipple clamps over her finger and lifted it until it tugged on him, the muffled groan that welled from him, the tightness with which his eyes locked shut and the straining arch of his body almost caused her to cum right there. But not yet, she thought. Not quite yet. She gently laid the chain on his chest and saw his body relax as the wave passed, his eyes opening, now not quite as focused as they were before and she grinned with her own smugness as she picked up the candle and lighter, igniting the wick and moved back to slip onto the bed, coming to kneel beside him. "So, pet" she said, her eyes fixed on the flame before her. "Are you scared?" He nodded his head sharply, a small whimper bubbling from him. She looked down at him, her expression probing him. "Are you? Really?" He hesitated and then his head shook, his face flushing. "Do you trust me" she said quietly. His nod was emphatic, even though his eyes were wide and doe-like. "Good" she said, and tipped the candle. His body arched and he shouted into the gag as the first drops of the molten wax splashed against his stomach, but she saw his already hard cock twitch and swell. She reached out and wrapped her hand around it, beginning to stroke it lightly even as the wax pattered onto his flesh like burning, pure rain. She could tell when he was about to cum and she quickly slipped down to tightly pinch the root of his cock while she righted the candle, allowing him to drift on the overwhelming flood of sensations. As he began to calm and relax, she tipped the candle once more, drawing more screams... By the time she blew the candle out and gently released his cock, he was cooing quietly behind the gag, his eyes shut, his head lulling back and forth in slow, steady rhythms that seemed to match the pulsing swells of his hard cock. Quickly she scooped up the vibrator, already glistening with the lubricant and placed the blunted tip of it against his ass. He whimpered at the sensation but was not pulled back from his drifting. She turned the switch and the toy leapt to life in her hands. Instantly his body tensed, his head pressing back tightly into the mattress and slowly she pressed the invader against his virginal opening. "Relax, pet" she crooned "just relax and open... you can't prevent it... it's going to happen.... just relax and open and take it into you, take me into you, feel me fuck you, deep inside you and welcome me, pet.... take me inside, baby...." She pressed gently on the toy, slowly adding force and then she felt him relax and open and the toy was sliding into him and he was gasping and shuddering and whimpering and melting all at once as slowly his final sense of virginity flowed from him and into her, the toy slipping deeper and deeper until only the end remained outside his body. Quickly she shifted, lifting a leg and straddling him, holding the impaling implement deep inside him with one hand, reaching out to lightly slap his face with the other. His eyes shot open and the expression they bore was that of an animal on the point of joy and death. "How does it feel, baby" she crooned, beginning to slowly stroke the humming vibrator in his ass "does it feel good?" His head thrashed, shook and nodded in sequence, confusion overwhelming him. "Your ass is getting fucked, baby, fucked so good..." He nodded sharply, every muscle tensing at the onslaught. "Just like Debras' ass got fucked, right, baby?" A sharp nod, then his eyes rolled back, head pressing hard into the mattress and the tears began to well and spill down his face. "Look at me, baby" she said, quietly but sternly "look at me." His eyes opened and fixed on her once more and there was the pain, flowing out with the tears, but not the pain of hurt or loss. This was the pain of growing understanding. "And you want it, don't you, pet. You want it so badly..." He nodded deeply, tears splashing into small puddles beside his head on the sheets. "You never knew, did you, baby... never knew...." He shook his head, violently, now the sobs starting behind the gag to flavor the flowing tears. "Look at me, baby.... Look..." She shifted, nestling down between his spread legs, as if in a hammock, facing one captured thigh, her own ass resting on the other as she continued to work the vibrator slowly, steadily, gently raping his now open ass. She reached down and took his cock in her hand, raising it and positioning it against her pussy. "I'm going to fuck you now, baby" she said, her voice low and hypnotic. "You're going to feel my cum flood over your cock, and you're going to spray your cum deep inside me." His gaze was fixed on her, but the tears flowed in rivulets down his face, the moist stain beneath his head growing. And she could see it in his eyes... his deepest core... his private, secret place where no one had ever touched, not even his wife whom he loved and cherished and thought he knew... he was open now, helpless and hers to take and possess and own and devour... "Do you want that, baby? Do you want that?" And the sobs burst forth from him even as his head snapped up and down, as if in the last act of a man dying in agony, pleading, hopeless... She pressed down just enough to pin the head of his cock against her pussy and leaned to slip her hand quickly behind his head, unsnapping the gag and pulling it free, tossing it aside, then her hand was back on his cock, holding it captured and hers to consume with her body. "Say it, baby... say it" she whispered. "I - LOVE - YOU!!!", the words boiling out as a desperate cry between the sobs and she plunged down, his cock filling her, splitting her, joining them as one flesh, one heart, one soul, one sensation... one undreamed, fiery, blazing, screaming, blinding of explosion of cumming... together... Time Of Possession part nine by MarArch Dark... drifting.... slipping along a wet, icy surface, neither rising nor sinking, chilled and spreading, thinning, like smoke oozing out along the floor... breathing... aching... empty... lonely.... dark.... Debra rolled, vaguely aware of the hard surface beneath her side, the prickling of the stiff rug fibers against her naked skin. Then the tug, her motion stopped, the pull of the cuffs on wrists and ankles that kept her from completing her shift onto her back, kept her curled, fetally, suddenly, vaguely remembering the ropes that held the linked cuffs on wrists and ankles secured to the legs of the foot of the bed... his bed... up above her him sleeping under soft covers... she on the floor at the base of his rest... imprisoned.. captured... owned... Slowly floating up from sleep, groggy, body aching, throbbing, tingling, confused... pinpoint awareness of prickling, sensitive, over-used places... pussy... nipples... ass... skin glowing warm with welts brushed by cool air... tickling throbs as blood pulsed through them... and between her thighs, at her core, in her secret center the moisture, the aching, the need, even now, the hunger.... Debra moaned and whimpered, knowing she was slowly coming awake, eyes still shut but the image slowly forming of where she was and what she was.... property... helpless... but not today, please, not today, she wanted rest and comfort and soothing warm water on her abused body and arms around her, undemanding, comforting, understanding and approving... just for a little while... a smile and warmth, loving eyes, not hot, demanding, capturing, possessing gazes... just for a while, just love me... love me and know me and let me talk and know and reach out to me and let me reach back and join me and I don't want to feel so alone, so empty, so.... so nothing.... not today... why does he.... what is he doing to.... Ralph, why are you.... no, not Ralph... him.... yes, him.... Oh God... A tear swirled, pooling in her eye, seeping up from her sleep, her loneliness, tickling as it gathered, coaxing her slowly up from escaping sleep. What's happened to me.... what's happened... I miss.... I miss.... Vaguely she heard the rustling above her, felt him rise, felt him move, sensed his approach, bending down, close, hot... then the hand on her ass, slipping down, between, the fingers sliding inside, stroking, flicking back and forth, her body erupting in tingles, the ache welling, the need crying out to be fed, unthinking legs spreading for him, body glowing, hungry again, oh God, no more, please, just once, no more, God, oh yes, fuck me, Jesus in heaven fuck me, God, who am I, what am I, what have I become, please someone help, I'm going crazy, make me cum, please, someone, anyone make me cum and let it be over just for now, just for now.... someone help me.... "So" Donna said, quietly. "So" Ralph repeated in answer. He lay on his bed, her body curled against his, within his arm, feeling the weight of her leg over his thighs as she nuzzled close against his chest. The morning sun streamed in, cutting across the room. "Now you see" she said. "Yes" his voice flat, understanding. She lifted her head, fixing her glistening eyes on his as he turned to look at her. The smile spread on her lips. "And you can only cum once at a time, you poor thing. Imagine if they could just boil out of you, one after the other." He looked at her for a long moment, then rolled his head back, his gaze fixing on the ceiling once more. The silence shrouded them, expectantly, then she rolled over, propping herself onto her elbows, her face looming above him. "Look at me" she said, her voice now entreating, not demanding. He turned to her once more and she could see the melancholy in him. "Do you love me" she said. "Yes" he whispered, pain and wistful understanding drifting with it. "But...?" she encouraged. He couldn't say it... couldn't taint it, diminish it, couldn't hurt her. She smiled, wisely, her head nodding slowly. "...but not like you love your wife." Slowly he shook his head and turned his gaze away, ashamed, but she caught his chin in a swiftly raised hand and turned it back. "No" she sighed, beaming warmth at him "that's good, baby. Don't you see? Didn't you learn? I fucked you last night. I owned you. I reached somewhere inside you no one, not even Debra has ever seen, ever even knew about... but you gave it to me, every bit of it... every bit of yourself. Of course you love me. You have to. I own a part of you now... and I always will. I know you... that part of you. Not just your cock, not just your cum inside me but you.... your soul..." "Yes" he whispered. "And" she said, a hint of playfulness oozing into her tone "we're going to fuck again today. We're going to fuck all week. You're going to make my pussy so hot and raw with your cock and your fingers and your tongue that I won't be able to walk out of here on Friday." In spite of himself he smiled and she chuckled, leaning down to kiss his chest gently as he reached up to stroke her hair. Then she was gazing at him once more. "But you know what?" she asked. "What." "I'll never be Debra" she said simply "and he will never be you." Ralph sighed and pulled her close against him, feeling the lonely ache beginning again deep inside him. "And I learned something else last night" she said, her words tickling his chest. "What" he said. She looked up at him, her eyes glistening and warm. "Your nature. I know what you are." Ralph fixed on her, curious now. "Oh? And what am I." "Well" she said, lowering her chin against his chest "you are more sensual than you ever knew you were... you're hotter..." she grinned, pulling a blushing smile from him. "You're a wonderful fuck. You eat pussy like a pro. You could make a living doing that if you wanted." The laugh burst from him and she shared it with him before it trickled away, and again her eyes were serious. "And you did enjoy what you felt, what happened to you... what you let go, gave me...surrendered to me..." "Yes. Very much." She nodded against his chest. "But...." she smiled, warmly, almost triumphantly "that's not you. You can do it, and enjoy it... but that's not your nature." "No?" he said, his curiosity now focused. "So what is, then." She looked at him a long time, her eyes fixed deep inside his own, as if searching the corners, seeking the dim shadowy form somewhere in the darkness. Then, swiftly she pulled herself up, shifting, rising to her knees beside him, straightening her back, her arms relaxing, hands coming to rest, relaxed, palm upwards, on her naked thighs, head inclining, eyes downcast, respectful and attentive. "Sir" she whispered. Ralph felt a warmth drift over him, even as he lay, staring at her, stunned and wary. A thousand questions welled into his mind, the tension of their birth flooding his limbs. He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on an elbow, his entire attention directed at her, poised, probing, reaching out into the silence, gleaning it for meaning, for understanding. Hesitantly, like a child taking first steps, he reached out and gently lifted her chin until her eyes fell on his. Inside her eyes she was laughing with joy, shouting affirmations, encouragement, pride and affection. Almost without thinking Ralphs hand slipped from her chin, slipped to her breast, the fingers closing on the nipple and squeezing. He could feel it instantly tighten, responding, the heat flowing from her, radiating against him, bathing him, warming him. His cock began to stir, and he could feel it slipping along his thigh, stretching, growing, hardening, feeding on her heat. Quickly his hand slipped to the other nipple and it too sprang up to his demand, presenting more heat, more aching to his fingertips. He slowly began to roll it and she shuddered and he could feel his grasp was now not just on her flesh but somewhere deeper, somewhere smoky and mercurial inside her. He increased the pressure on the sensitive bud and he even though she moaned and shuddered he could feel that part of her he had just brushed slipping back. Instantly he eased the pressure and it flowed toward him once more. "You prefer this, don't you" he said, his voice even, probing. "Yes Sir." He increased the pressure on her nipple. "But not this." "No Sir." "How do I know that" he said, wonder in his voice. Her eyes rose to meet his. "It's your nature, Sir." He moved swiftly, sitting up, cross legged, across from where she knelt, eager now, hungry to learn, to explore, to feel... "Put your hands behind you and spread your legs" he said. Instantly she complied, gasping, and he could feel her anticipation, her growing lust. He reached out, sliding his hand between her thighs, his finger slipping between the already moist lips and smoothly slipping deep into her pussy. She moaned, her head lulling back, eyes closing, and again the warmth drifted over him, as if she were a fire he was tending, feeding, nursing. He stroked her deeply, probing, feeling, learning her pussy, its inner walls and wet curves, slipping a second finger into her, pressing them deep and then flicking them slowly back and forth, stroking the walls in a pendulum motion. She gasped and seemed to press down onto his hand, her moisture trickling into his palm now. "Oh God, Sir" she gasped. "You're driving me crazy..." He smiled, pride welling up but his impaling fingers did not hesitate or pause, gently learning her, working her, memorizing her, sensing each flicker of heat his touch was drawing from her. "Sir, may I cum" she said. "No, not yet" he said, now beginning to slowly turn his hand so the probing fingers rocked in small arches within her, spreading her. She whimpered and quivered, gasping. "Pleeeeease" she whispered. "No" and his voice was firm, cautioning but not cruel. He leaned down, reaching further, the fingers pressing deeper into her, exploring, learning... and there was the cap of rigid flesh at the bottom of her pussy. He pressed steadily forward, his probing fingers slipping down either side of it until they caressed its base. She gasped in surprise and her body lurched up for one brief moment before floating down again. Then he slowly began to circle the outer rim of the cap, stroking its sides, his fingers petting it around and around. "Siiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrr!" she screamed "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaassssseeeeee!?" "Not yet" he said, his voice even, controlled. She sobbed, one heaving, desperate shudder and screamed, and suddenly he felt her muscles grip his hand and her fluids gushed, flowing into his palm, down his arm, spraying the bed beneath her as her cum voided, replaced with torrents of electric fire that consumed her body, in twitching, spasming jerks and quivers. His fingers stopped moving and slowly, gently, slipped from her body, withdrawing cautiously, allowing her to squeeze him out, following the press of her muscles until his hand slipped free. She wavered and slowly toppled until she lay on her side, panting and limp. He stared down at her, warm and basking in the flood of heat that radiated from her. "Oh my GOD" she gasped "where DID you learn to do that?" He laughed softly. "Just now." "You're kidding! Jesus Christ, that was fantastic" she panted. "Holy shit." And he began to laugh, with pride and love and she erupted with him, the sound flooding the room, before winding down. "Oh baby" she said "you can fuck me any time. My GOD! Whoa!" She turned her head, lazily to look at him, her eyes glistening. "Nobody has ever touched that part of me before" she said, admiration in her voice. A surprised laugh burst from her. "I didn't know you could cum from a cervix fuck!" When she fixed her gaze on him once more, there was something new in her eyes... something of wonder. "How did you know" she said quietly. He shrugged. "I just... did. I could feel it. Feel you." She beamed, rolling over to lay her head on his knee. "Oh God, I love you" she said, joy in her voice. "You could make me submissive, you know that? And I'm one tough customer." For an instant a ripple of sadness passed over him, then he reached out and gently stroked her hair, allowing the warmth of the moment and her glow to flow over him once more. "But..." she said, quietly "now you have to punish me." "I do?" He was surprised. "Why?" She raised her head and grinned wickedly at him. "Because... I came without your permission." "Oh" he said. "Well, that's not..." She raised a finger, laying it gently on his lips. "Shhhhhhhh" she said, and suddenly he could feel her power welling up, capturing his attention again. "You told me not to, and I did. Oh baby... we have so much you have to learn. And I'm not sure I should be the one you learn it with. I'd never be able to concentrate enough." She spun on the bed, planting her feet on the floor and springing up, only to have to catch the edge of the nearby dresser to steady her wobbly legs. "Wow" she said, giving herself a moment to focus, before reaching for the phone and dialing. "Who are you calling" he said. She simply turned to him and grinned, conspiratorial and eager. Then her attention snapped to the phone. "Hello, pet? Hi. Listen, I want you to pack your little bag and come to me, right now. I have something I want to use you for." She listened, turned to eye Ralph, raising an eyebrow wickedly. "Oh yes. Like you wouldn't believe." Time Of Possession part ten by MarArch Joel had to admit, he love the guys parties. Sure, the guy was a little weird, with that strange look in his eyes and Joel always thought he'd be a lot more at home in some kind of dark cloak and hip high pointy boots than in a suit and loafers, but he threw the most incredible, sexy, outrageous bashes Joel could never tell anybody about, simply because he'd either get his face slapped or nobody would believe him anyway. And besides, the guy was a good client, always supplying all the documents Joel needed to do his magic with the columns of figures and squeeze the last penny out of any tax refund or amortization of some loan or other he could find lurking in the dark recesses of the guys personal finances, which, Joel had to admit, were considerable. But it was these parties that the guy sometimes invited him to that really kept Joel kissing his ass. For one thing, they were like some kind of damn orgy or something, somebody always boffing somebody right out there where anybody could see them. But it wasn't just that. They were like kinky orgies, sometimes with some poor guy buck naked and trussed up like a turkey while some woman in God knows what kind of outfit spanked his butt or tied a ribbon around his cock. And some of the things that he'd seen happen to the women, particularly the women the guy himself concentrated on had made the phrase "holy shit" about the most common thing Joel could manage to say at one of these get togethers. Why the guy kept inviting him Joel never could figure out, since in all the times he'd attended he'd never actually done anything. Well, that wasn't strictly true. There was that one time when he was slumped back on that couch in the library and that guy had come in with the girl on the leash and, casual as you please, ordered her to suck Joel off while the guy sat and talked about some damn thing or other, Joel couldn't remember. And she had done it, too. No hesitation, no squinty disapproving faces, no nasty looks at the guy. She'd just slinked over, dropped to her knees and reached for Joels zipper like the guy had told her it was okay to go get herself an iced soda with a straw in it. Joel sighed with the memory as he turned down the last block toward the large house, wistfully wondering what had ever happened to that girl. She hadn't been at the next party, or the one after that and the weird feeling Joel got from the guy whenever he met him in those circumstances prevented him from ever asking about her. Best not to know, he figured. Besides, the guy always had lots of babes. He seemed to go through them like Kleenex. Anyway, Joel was, as always, looking forward to this party. It had been several months since he'd been invited to one and he was just horny enough, what with that bitch office girl having finally told him to go fuck himself and quitting on him, that he needed a little thrill. And who knows, he thought chuckling wheezingly from behind his cigar, maybe I can get my handle pumped again. He wasn't going to rule it out, that was for Goddamn sure. Joel slid the big car into the open space along the curb across from the sprawling house, killed the engine and took a quick look at himself in the rear view. He wasn't all that bad looking, if only he could keep his damn hair from flying up on the sides, making him look like bozo the clown or something. His skin was relatively clear these days, thanks to that new gook the dermatologist had given him and when he was wearing this new jacket it did kind of smooth out his body a little, as long as he kept it buttoned. He climbed out of the car, dropped the soggy stogie in the gutter, locked the car and headed toward the driveway of the large, dark three story tucked back away from the street on the other side of the high stone wall. Showtime, he thought. The front door was standing half open and Joel could hear the buzz of conversation from inside as he pushed his way in. Yeah, it definitely was one of those kind of parties, he saw immediately. Some guy was kneeling in the middle of the livingroom with handcuffs pulling his arms behind him and a thick dog collar around his neck, the leash attached to it wound around the hand of the slinky babe standing next to him, chatting as casual as you please with some guy in something that looked to Joel like a wet suit. Weird, he thought, but then he'd seen weirder here on many occasions in the past. As he wandered through the house looking for the guy so he could say hello and thanks for inviting him again, it seemed to Joel that there must be thirty or forty people here and he wondered how they could manage to get the time off of work, if they even did work, to attend a raunchy sex party during afternoon business hours on a Tuesday of all things. Well, that was really none of his business and frankly he didn't much give a damn, did he. All he really wanted right now was some action. He noticed a few faces from earlier parties and smiled and nodded at them, seeing them nod back. What a crowd to be in with, he thought, snickering to himself as he entered the kitchen. And that was when he muttered his first stunned "holy shit" of the afternoon. There, on the large table in the middle of the kitchen was a naked blond, laying back like she was on some kind of doctors table, knees up, bent and spread, while some guy sitting on a stool was rotating a banana of all things, skin and all, that was jammed halfway in her pussy, like turning a dial on a radio or something. Every time he got it in one certain position her back would arch and the three or four people standing around watching would giggle and lean to whisper at each other. As Joel watched the guy on the stool slid the slick fruit out of her, quickly peeled it and then slowly, carefully, pushed it back in, easing it slowly, back and forth, careful not to break or squash it until, Joel saw wide eyed, it completely disappeared up inside her, the lips of her pussy closing around its blunt end. Joels cock was immediately snaking down his boxers, growing hard and he slipped a hand into his pocket to move it around so it wouldn't wind up jutting straight out but instead would swell up flat against his stomach. He watched, open-mouthed, when the guy got up off the stool and pulled it away, allowing a short, buxom woman to guide a slender, naked girl wearing some kind of leather contraption that forced her arms together behind her back and a wide blindfold into that place and pushed her down onto her knees between the banana-babes' open legs. The short woman bent down to whisper something in the slender girls ear and stepped back to watch. The slender girl seemed to bend slightly forward, sniffing, sensing, her face drawing closer to the table and then her cheek brushed against one of banana-babes thighs and she leaned down, her mouth opening until it settled on the pussy lips and she began to work her jaw, slowly. The blond on the table was rolling her head back and forth now, her hands reaching out, groping, touching two men who stood on either side of her and slipping down, searching for their crotches. I got a banana for ya baby, Joel thought, his eyes fixed on the slender girl, slipping his hand further into his pocket and using his fingertips to stroke the underside of his own cock. Then, just as the little knot around the table leaned in to better see and a quiet "ahhhh" was muttered by one of them, Joel saw the slender girl slowly begin to lean back and damned if she didn't have one end of the banana in her mouth, holding it there just by suction, the other end still inside the pussy of the woman on the table who by now had found the bulges in the front of the mens trousers and was awkwardly trying to stroke them with her palms. Joel was almost holding his breath as he watched the slender girl slowly, methodically, work her jaw, apparently gumming and crushing the banana with her tongue, swallowing the mashed chunks whole, her face inching down toward the table girl until, just before her lips touched the pussy, the end of the banana slipped from it. The little gathering gave an approving mutter of sound as if they'd just witnessed a new trick done by a family pet and chattered excitedly for a few seconds as the slender girl pressed hard against table girls pussy, causing her to moan and clutch at the cocks she could not quite get any leverage on beneath the well tailored slacks of the two men on either side of her. But before she could cum, the short woman stepped up to the slender girl, grabbed a handful of her hair in a fist and pulled her back, up and away, bringing her to her feet, wobbly and leading her back a few steps. The men on either side of table girl reached for her arms and bent them down, raising her, turning her, causing her to shift on the table. In a few seconds they had her face down on the table, her ass sticking just over the end, her legs hooked over the sides, her cheek pressed against it, arms bent and clutching the opposite end as if she'd slide off if she let go. The guy with the stool came back and seated himself again at the end of the table, another unpeeled banana in his hand, turned to share a comment and a chuckle with someone standing next to him, then, like a doctor about to make an incision, fixed his concentration on the table girl and raised the banana until the end of it was pressed against her asshole. Okay, Joel thought, shaking himself out of his reverie and turning to move back into the diningroom, I think I've seen enough of that. He wandered slowly, casually, through the house, his gaze falling on various interesting little sights. In the library in the back of the house he almost stumbled over what he first thought was a white, rolled up rug, before he focused on it and realized it was obviously some guy completely encased in medical bandages, only his cock and balls sticking out. Beside him a lovely, terribly young looking woman sat on the floor, alternating between stroking the cock to keep it hard and then swatting it with a riding crop and watching it bounce and twitch as she giggled. Joel discovered he couldn't use the downstairs bathroom because a woman was in there, naked, on her knees, her arms pulled around and handcuffed behind the bowl. He was just glad to notice that the seat was down and she was leaning on it. Someone had tied a woman spread eagle to the lower portion of the banister leading upstairs, and while looking for the bathroom on the second floor Joel opened a door to find two women taking turns rhythmically whipping a muscular young man tied face down on a bed. Shit, he thought, closing the door, doesn't anybody just fuck anymore? Finally he found and used the upstairs bathroom and decided it might be a good idea to try and find his host, say hello and thank him again for the invite. Back on the first floor he asked someone where the guy was and was directed to the door to the basement under the stairs. Joel moved down the stairs into the slightly darker environs of the basement, stepping cautiously lest he wind up trodding on God knows who or what before his eyes could fully adjust and as he reached the bottom he noticed a few people standing, silently watching something in the far corner where there was a small pool of light. He moved in that direction, stepping up to a small gap in the viewing group and the second and decidedly more sincere "holy shit" of the evening escaped him. It looked like a hammock but then not really. It consisted of four thick wooden posts that seemed to be driven right into the concrete floor, sticking up about three feet. In the top of each was a heavy eyebolt from which ran a thick cable forming an "x" on top of which was some kind of small leather pad at the intersection. Lying on the pad, her legs spread wide, ankles tied tightly to the cables, was a woman. Not just a woman but one of the most beautiful women Joel had ever seen. She was petite but perfectly formed, her stomach was flat, hips wide and smoothly curved. And even the small tattoo of... what was that, handcuffs?.. just above her pussy added something to her allure. Her arms were pulled down and her wrists cuffed together below and behind her where she lay on her back, almost flat on this contraption and the upper part of her face was covered by a dark, leather hood which prevented her from seeing or hearing anything. Between her wide-spread lips was a large black ball gag. And what were those things on her breasts, Joel wondered. They looked like clear, plastic cups of some kind, attached to small hoses that trailed off and to some kind of a box sitting on a table against the wall. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, Joel could see that every time there was a faint click from the box, the womans breasts seemed to swell up, her already dark red nipples, which must have been a half inch long, sucked into the ends of the tubs. A few seconds later another click and the breasts would slowly ease back. Scanning her body, drinking in the lovely form, skin glistening from a sheen of sweat, Joels' eyes fell on her crotch and he saw the wires, one trailing down from something that clearly filled her petite ass, two more from just on either side of her clit. These wires also ran to other small boxes on the table. Behind the contraption stood a petite oriental girl, also naked, one hand swathed in a thick mitten whose outside was pure, soft, brown fur, which she slowly, delicately trailed over the bound womans body, her other hand at the womans pussy, doing something Joel could not quite see. The oriental woman looked up, directing her gaze to where could see, at last, the man stood, arms crossed, stroking his chin, watching intently. The man surveyed the scene with utmost concentration and then slowly nodded. The oriental girl smiled and turned her attention back to the woman. Joel slipped between the people and sidled up beside the man, leaning in to whisper at him but keeping his gaze riveted on the spectacle before him. "How ya doin" he said, his voice guttural and low. "Joel" the man said, evenly, his attention never wavering from the bound, magnificent woman. "Thanks for askin' me today. This is one hell of a party... as usual." The man just grunted in acknowledgment. "So" Joel said, fixing his attention on the scene again. "What's going on." "Oh" the man sighed "training. A new slave." "Oh" Joel said, not sure what kind of comment to add, if any. "What kinda training?" The man shrugged, his gaze never wavering as he watched the oriental girl turn halfway to flip a switch on one of the small boxes on the table, her stroking with the fur mitten never even wavering. The bound woman seemed to tense, muscles beginning to quiver, breath suddenly becoming tight and shallow. The oriental woman tossed a quick glance up at the man who nodded and then she pulled her hand slowly away from the womans pussy and Joel could see an obscenely large, pink dildo, its entire surface covered with large ridges and bumps, slowly withdraw from her body. But before it came completely free the oriental girl pressed it home once more, her other hand continuing its delicate petting, rubbing, stroking of the womans stomach and sides. The woman gasped and swallowed, her entire body going rigid in short, stiff shudders, almost thrashing. "It's something new" the man said, almost absently. "Miko is an expert at this sort of thing." "At what" Joel choked, watching this woman obviously winding up like a pulled, fraying piece of rope, getting ready to snap with overwhelming sexual tension. "It's the combination" the man continued, his voice dreamy, as if he hadn't heard Joel "the overdose of sensations that does it. You see? The nipples... the sucking, perfectly timed... the clit... very low voltages, just enough to cause the nerves to respond, even if the mind rebels.... the plug voltage is a bit higher but that's necessary. But it's really Miko that supplies the magic.... she's reading her... sensing her.... finding her weak spots... and once she does...." His voice trailed off as if losing himself in the vision before him. Joel had to clear his throat and jam a hand deep into his pocket to readjust his now hard and throbbing cock before he could speak. "I'd sure like to meet her once all this is over with. The babe, I mean. She's hot." The man smiled with dark amusement. "Oh, in a few minutes, she won't be able to tell you her own name. And by the time Miko gets done with her, she's going to need a long rest. She'll probably sleep all day tomorrow. But, her name is Debra. A new acquisition... a real find. Ah, good. Mikos' found her." The man fell silent and Joel watched in fascination as Miko closed her eyes and the sweeps with the mitten became larger, pressing deeper, her other hand working the enormous dildo into and out of Debras body in deep, steady strokes. Joel could see Debras nipples relentlessly pulled up, into the ends of the tubes, slowly released, then sucked tight once more. Debras head was slowly rocking from side to side now, her breath coming in interrupted gasps and swallows punctuated with deep grunts from behind the gag. Mikos mitten covered hand shifted to small, tight circles in the center of Debras stomach, beginning to press in now, just above her impaled crotch. Miko bent slightly and Joel watched, enthralled, as the pushed the dildo deep and then slowly rotated it. Debra began to moan behind the gag, her body starting to twitch and shudder, as if massive voltages were pouring through every fiber of her, her head lulling limply with each electrocuting shock that ripped through her. Mikos began to spin the dildo, quick, shocking turns, and with each one Debra yelped and jolted in her bondage, as if she was dying. Then, just when Joel thought he would start screaming merely from the sight, Miko drew the dildo almost completely from Debras pussy and at one moment rammed it back into her to the hilt while her mitten covered hand pressed hard on her stomach. Debra screamed, her entire body going rigid and as Miko jerked the dildo halfway from her a gush of clear fluid poured from Debras pussy, slashing wetly onto the concrete floor beneath her. The heady reek of it hit Joels nostrils and he realized with a shock that it was cum...volumes of it, like pure liquid lust flowing in a river from this woman. Miko eased the pressure on Debras stomach, held the dildo in tense hands, waiting... three seconds... four... and then again she rammed it home, pressing her stomach as if to drive her hand through it. Again Debra screamed and this time the fluid gushed around the impaling dildo, coating Mikos hand as it splashed to the floor, increasing the glistening pools size and a fresh wave of the overwhelming smell of pure animal sex hit Joel. Debra was thrashing in her bonds, jerking and shuddering as if every nerve was burning like a fuse. The sound that roared from her gagged mouth was like that of a tortured animal at the point of death. Again Miko pulled the dildo from her but without pause slammed it deep into Debras body and yet a third gush of cum and more spasming rocked the senseless collection of nerve-endings that used to be Ralphs wife. "Miko says her record is 15 in a row" the man said, his voice dreamy with wonder. "I think my little slave is going to beat that right now." Joel groaned, she shoulders hunching and twitching as his cock spewed into his pants... and he was stunned because he hadn't even touched it..... Time Of Possession part eleven by MarArch Ralph sat on the floor, leaning back against the couch, legs splayed, not even having bothered to tie his robe closed. What would be the point? There wasn't anything about him that she hadn't already seen, already touched, already driven half-crazy with pure, white hot lust. He leaned back with a sigh and listened to her bustling around in the kitchen, and a smile played out along his lips. She was amazing, this Donna. Unlike anyone he'd ever met before. She was lovely, sexy, commanding, fun, playful and he could tell just from looking into her eyes that she really did care for him. Oh, not like a lover, but some strange combination of lover, friend and.... mother, he realized, the thought surprising him but causing him to emit a low chuckle. Yes, even a mother. But even though he felt so comfortable and relaxed with her, it still bothered him. There was something missing, something nagging the back of his mind that he knew he had to have an answer to. "Donna?" he called out. "Yes, Sir?" she responded, above the clink of the dishes being loaded into the washer. "Can I ask you a question?" A few moments later she was in the doorway, her own body covered only with one of his white dress shirts, loosely buttoned, leaning on the doorframe, her hip thrust out in a casually sexual pose. "Yes Sir" she cooed, smiling wickedly at him. The one he sent back at her was warm and full of affection. "Why are you doing this" he said, simply. "Doing what, Sir" she said, sounding genuinely puzzled. "This." His hand came up in a vague circling gesture. The smile faded as she realized he was serious and her posture straightened, still relaxed but no longer so outrageously coquettish. "I'm sorry, Ralph" she said quietly "I really can't tell you. It's private. But I have my reasons." He nodded slowly and let his head sink back against the seat of the couch. She seemed to hesitate for a long moment then moved across the room and settled down, kneeling over his legs, her warm pussy nestling against his semi-limp cock as she draped her arms around his shoulders, causing him to raise his head to look at her once more. "Ralph, darling... I would like to tell you. Honestly I would. But please trust me when I tell you that's something you shouldn't get involved in. Just trust me. That's all. Just trust me." He nodded dully, his focus shifting back somewhere inside of himself. She could feel the pain welling up inside him once more and she knew it wasn't about her or her motives... it was for his wife, the wonderful young woman that he thinks he's lost, that he loves, that's a massive part of his life. Well, she thought to herself, he's certainly got a surprise coming, if I have anything to say about it. I just hope he knows what to do with it. She reached to take his face in her hands, giving it a little, playful shake, bathing him in her smile and leaning down to kiss him. His lips were warm, firm but yielding and she had to fight the urge to open her own, brush them with her tongue. He did, she admitted to herself through the sigh that escaped her, turn her on so. The doorbell suddenly buzzed and she ripped her mouth from his, leaving him almost breathless, having just begun to slip into the kiss. "She's here!" Donna squealed, happily, and pushed herself up, rushing from the den. "Who is?" he called after her, even as he began to rise, almost stumbling and reaching for the loose tie on the robe. "What's going on?" "You'll see!!!!" she called at him from somewhere near the front door. Ralph shook his head, blew a breath of air from bulging cheeks and flopped onto the couch, arranging the robe to cover himself modestly. Donna stepped back through the open doorway and stopped, her face beaming. "Sir" she said, theatrically "may I present my own, personal property, my number one slave, slut, the wettest piece of ass and the best pussy licker this side of Venus...." She stepped aside, arm extended and a young woman appeared in the doorway. Ralphs eyebrows rose as he saw how delicate she looked, willowy, her long dark hair cascading down over her shoulder, large doe eyes peering around in wonder. She wore a simple blouse and jeans, but over her shoulder she had the strap of a large, clearly heavy duffel bag. "Slave" Donna said to the girl "this is Ralph. Say hello." The girl looked at Ralph for a moment, almost smiled and then her eyes dropped and he could see a deep blush rise in her neck and cheeks. "I'm honored to meet you, Sir" she said, her velvet voice so low it seemed to Ralph that she had thought at him, rather than spoken. Donna's face was glowing with excitement as she pointed to the center of the room. "Put it down there and then strip. We've got a lot to do today" she said. The girl nodded and made to move past her but suddenly Donnas arm caught her shoulder, pulling her close, her lips falling to meet those of the girl as they automatically turned up to receive the kiss which, Ralph saw, was warm, gentle, loving, electric and sensual at the same instant. He felt his cock twitch at the sight and found himself averting his gaze, reaching absently to rewrap the robe over his crotch. The kiss broke and was seasoned with a loving squeeze and then the girl was stepping to the indicated spot where she shifted the bag off her shoulders and placed it on the floor. Immediately, no hint of shame or hesitation, she was unbuttoning her blouse. Ralph turned to Donna and furrowed his brow, silently asking what was going on. She merely pinched her face playfully back at him, nodded slightly that he should just wait and then turned with him to watch the girl strip off the blouse and jeans revealing a perfect and smooth nude body beneath the two garments. In one fluid motion she eased herself down to her knees and assumed a relaxed, almost reverent and submissive posture next to the large, heavy bag, back straight, eyes down, hands resting upturned on her thighs. Donna smiled with pride. "Isn't she perfect" she sighed. Ralph smiled "I'll take a dozen." "Sorry" Donna said, airily "there's only one. And she's mine." Ralph chuckled, turning to the girl. "It's very nice to meet you.... say, what's her name?" "Melissa" Donna sighed. "It's very nice to meet you, Melissa." "Thank you, Sir." "So" Ralph said, turning an amused but puzzled gaze back to Donna "what's all this about, anyway?" Donna moved to kneel beside Melissa, zipping open the heavy bag. "This is all about going through a lot in a very short time, so pay attention, baby. Here, catch." She pulled something from the bag and tossed it at him, making him flinch, thrust groping arms out to clumsily scoop it in, where he turned it around and looked at it. It was an oversized paperback. His expression became one of sheer disbelief as he looked back at Donna. "The Boy Scout Manual?" "Page 172" she said and began pulling yard after yard of soft, white nylon rope from the bag. Ralph sighed, shook his head in disbelief and flipped through the pages, folding the book open finally to realize he was staring at the section on knot tying. He threw back his head and laughed, even as Donna scooped up some of the rope and stood next to Melissa. "Now then" she said "I want to see this lovely young woman trussed up in the most erotic, nasty, helpless, vulnerable way your dirty, hard, hot cock driven mind can think of." Ralph struggled to suppress a giggle. "Or else?" Donna scowled at him, playfully. "Or ELSE, Mr. Smart guy, she and I take turns raping your cock while you eat our pussies..." "Oh my" he gasped, feeling his cock stirring and beginning to swell. "...which we're going to do anyway" Donna said offhandedly "but then you won't really learn anything, now will you. So. Chop chop. Get that sweet, tight, smooth ass of yours over here and possess this lovely creature." Ralph felt a flush of warmth and affection for this marvelous woman well up in him, drew in a deep breath and rose from the couch, stopping only momentarily to scan the book before moving slowly, like a stalking animal, across the room.... Throughout the rest of the day and long into the night he experimented on the obedient and pliable Melissa, always with Donna hovering, encouraging, pointing out a better way when he would go astray in his attempts with the rope or the crop or the flogger, giving him a proud hug whenever his growing instincts would produce something she hadn't thought of herself. He received his first taste of many things that long night, many forms of producing pleasure and pain in the body of a woman. And even as his hands grew slowly more relaxed and sure, he could see the cloudy, dreamy look in Melissas eyes growing, her soul sinking into a blissful state of passion and thoughtless, pure sensations and he knew that he was the cause, the author of her bliss. By the time the world had grown silent and deep in slumber he stepped back from Melissa and looked down at her. She was snugly hogtied, her torso upturned, facing the ceiling, her arms lashed almost touching behind her, pressing against the carpeting, with a variety of knots along yards of rope. Her calves were laid alongside her forearms and they too were bound tightly, causing her body to bow obscenely, invitingly. The hood he had selected covered her entire head and locked into the collar at her neck. The skin of her flat, smooth stomach almost glowed bright red with the effects of the floggers he had used on her and he smiled with a wicked pride at the way he had arranged the nipple clamps so that the thin cord they were tied to ran around her body and anchored to her big toes. Whenever she flexed her feet he could see her breasts stretched slightly and the heave of her chest as she would gasp in response. Of all the positions he'd had her in over the past hours, Ralph liked this one the best, he decided. Donna sat on the floor nearby, watching intently, her own breathing deep and tight, a blush at the sight of her beloved in this sweetly agonizing condition clearly rippling through her, causing her own clit to throb in response. "I have to say" she breathed "I am impressed." "Thank you" Ralph said, feeling the warmth of a blush of pride in his face. "The way you have her. It's extreme but well balanced. She could stay like that for a long time." Ralph turned and smiled down at her. "I have a wonderful teacher" he said. She looked up at him, her eyes beginning to glisten with wetness which she quickly blinked away before turning her gaze back at Melissas helplessness. "Well, we've only just started. We've got three more days of very intense training to give you. By the time I get through you may not be an expect, but you'll be able to give anybody a run for their money." Quickly she rose to her knees and directed her gaze at him. "Now" she said "last thing for the night." "Yes?" Donna grinned wickedly. "Think of it as a kind of exam." She looked back over at Melissa, her voice low, almost a growl of lust. "Make her cum... but!" She looked back at Ralph, the smile now challenging..."you can't touch her." The expression that crossed his face made her burst with a sharp laugh. "Oh come on... you can do it... just follow your instincts" she said, encouragingly. Ralph stared at her a long moment, then turned to stare down at Melissas tightly bound, tense body. He moved slowly, circling her, drinking her in, feeling the heat of her, the glow of her, sensing her arousal. Then slowly he lowered himself to the floor beside her and reached out with a hand, spreading it flat and bringing it to within an inch of her skin, slowly drawing it over her body, tracing the contours of her flesh. He could feel the warmth of her glowing up against his palm and as his hand drifted, sailed over her mons, slipping like fog over her pussy he thought he could feel her shudder. Slowly he withdrew his hand and let his body recline, turning as he did so, until he was lying on his stomach beside her, his face close to the side of her hooded head. Donna watched his gaze focus on her, through her, deep into her unseeing eyes and felt herself tense slightly with that sweet anticipation as his face edged closer to Melissa's hooded head, his lips now barely an inch from where her ear would be... and then he was whispering to her, so quietly Donna couldn't hear a single sound. But as his lips slowly worked, his gaze fixed on Melissa, Donna could see Melissas breathing begin, slowly to deepen, her ribcage swinging wide with each deep inhale. She watched, fascinated, as Ralphs body seemed to tense, drawing closer, becoming more urgent, more vital as the words poured slowly from him into the bound girl, wherever her mind now was. He breathed into her, his thoughts, his commands, his desires, his will... and Donna could see Melissa slowly bathing in it, absorbing it, sinking beneath it. Donna saw Melissas body slowly arch even higher in the tight bonds, her nipples pulled by the cords, then slowly relax for one long, deep breath, and slowly strain up once more, setting a slow, deep rhythm of coaxing sensations from his nipples, her arms, her bound limbs, her mind, her soul as he must have been ordering her, demanding her, allowing her. It was dreamlike, the slow, pulsing rhythm of her flesh as she worked in the bonds, rocking and stroking, as if she herself was fucking a pure spirit whose motions were measured in millennia. Donna could feel her own pussy, slick with the radiated heat of the lovers before her eyes, begin to clench and loosen in time to the movements of her beloved slave, even as Ralph leaned slowly up, forcing himself up onto his arms until he hovered above her, formed his lips into a loose "o", leaned in almost to her flesh.... and breathed hotly onto the captive womans nipple. Melissa sucked is a deep, rich breath, bowing her body beneath him, straining out with her soul to catch the caress of his breath upon her, even as he began to float, suspended above her, down along her stomach, the heat of his silent commands flowing from his lips to her glistening, tingling skin. With agonizing slowness he moved, crawling, drifting, breathing onto her until he nestled, floating down between her thighs, his lips now an angels kiss away from her pussy. His eyes slid closed and he drew in her scent and fed it slowly, lightly, hotly back over her clit, the very air becoming his implement of her pleasure. And Donna could see Melissas breathing matching his, their two bodies swaying in rhythm of his control, as if their souls alone had coupled in a delicate, deep dance of ghostly lusting. It seemed to go on for eternity, slow, unchanging undulations of not quite touching lovers a thousand miles away from the world, wrapped together in some spirit world... and then, slowly, Ralph lifted his head and growled a single word... "Cum." And on his next warm breath against Melissas clit her body arched, head quivering, and jolted sharply... once... twice... three times.... before sagging down, limp within her bonds, with a profound and conclusive sigh..... "God" Donna hissed, and reached for her own throbbing clit. Time Of Possession part twelve by MarArch Debra lay, curled, on the bed, the covers drawn up to her neck over her nude body, eyes open, staring blankly into the gloom. The only sound was the slow, even rush of her breathing, the only motion the gentle rise and fall of the soft blankets. What had she done, she vaguely wondered in some distant corner of her mind. What had become of her. She allowed her mind to drift down over her flesh, sensing it, feeling it, studying it with a kind of detachment. She ached, her nipples gently throbbing in time to the slow, steady beating of her heart, echoed by the slight pulse in her still swollen clit. Her backside felt as if it was glowing with the warmth of the punishment it had endured during the afternoon party... it was a party, wasn't it? But parties were times when you talked to people and smiled with them and laughed and shared... something. So was it really a party? Or was it just more of the same... more of her body being set on fire by those deep, inner lusts, used and driven beyond screaming, beyond cumming, beyond.... herself. She felt infinitely tired but somehow sleep was ignoring her, had turned its back on her, was punishing her with its absence. Time seemed to be sitting beside the bed, staring at her, studying her, tormenting her with its lack of motion. But she didn't care anymore. She could lie there in the dark forever for all the difference it made. Lie there, unmoving until she aged, her skin drying, bones turning brittle. Or the sun could rise and he could come and take her and use her again, make her body betray her once more with the shuddering fire that possessed her and banished her mind and soul. It didn't matter any more. Nothing mattered. She was empty. More empty than she could comprehend. She had become what, in her dark, secret fantasies, had always been the sweet, hot, shadowy fountain of warm, wet passion that had tickled her childhood throbbings. But it wasn't like that at all. Not for her. She was a thing. An object. A machine that was fueled by a full, deeply stroked pussy and pinched, aching nipples and a filled ass and the thousand other stimulations that summoned up her lust and made her spew her soul and her heart and her cum out for him to savor and feed on. That... and nothing else. She wanted to shift herself, move her arms, draw them up and wrap herself in them, feel the warm, gentle grip of them around her, holding her in the still, dark quiet. But she didn't move. It was pointless. She would have found no comfort in her own arms. Nor in his. For they were just arms, his and hers. They carried with them nothing but lust and when the lust was spent, ripped or driven or milked from her they were nothing but arms. Why can't I cry, she wondered. Why can I do nothing but respond, moisten, tingle, shudder, swell and climax. I used to cry, she remembered. I used to laugh and smile and sigh with something other than a quiver of heat and clenching deep inside my pussy. So why can't I cry now? Cry for what I've lost... what I've gained... what I've become... She lay, staring at the shadows along the wall, and waited. Waited for him to come to her, to spread her, to bind her, to gag her, to clamp her, to fill her, to touch her and rouse her and drive her and make her scream and sob and cum. That was her purpose now. That was the function she served. And she was good, oh yes, she was very good... as if made just for that. Lovely, and hot and wet and responsive and perfect.... and empty.... He stared across the room at the bed where she lay, leaning on the open doorframe, arms crossed, unmoving, studying her across the distance. She had been so perfect, he mused silently. So anxious, so needing, so splendid. Perfect for him, for his needs. She met his every imagination with a bursting that bathed him in her surrender and her endurance and her gift of herself to him. Of all of them, this one was beyond measure, priceless. And tomorrow, after he'd rested, after she'd rested, he would work her again... drive her, feed her even as she fed him with the blistering heat of her wantonness... practice new pleasures on her. And she would scream and weep and moan and shudder and cum for him. And he would feel her cumming and drink it in and be warmed for a little while. And it still wouldn't matter, would it. It wouldn't matter a damn. Because it never did. The sigh he expelled was a soundless growl as he straightened, reached, slowly pulled the door closed behind him and went to his own rest. Another function to be performed. Another requirement of the flesh. Meaningless.... Ralph's arm was killing him. It had fallen asleep about the time Melissa had rolled around and pressed her warm, smooth, shapely ass against his hip. But Donna hadn't moved, not since they all tumbled into the bed and wiggled tightly against each other like puppies in a basket. She stayed curled up against him, her hand thrown over his chest, her head bearing down on his arm, definitely cutting off the blood he thought. He tried to wiggle his fingers but they failed to respond, instead sending a sharp, tickling tingles down the groggy nerves into his brain. Despite himself he began to laugh, silently, his chest spasming. "What" Donna said, groggily. "I'm sorry" he hissed through the sharp clutches of his chest at the sensation that roared from his deadened fingertips "I have got to move my arm." She grunted and lifted her head, allowing him to slowly pull it free and swing it, wobbly, upwards, then dropping it between them. "Thank you" he said, bracing for the slow flood of pins and needles that would soon cascade up from it. "'sokay, baby" she muttered and lay her head back down with a heavy flop on the pillow. The silence flooded over them again and Ralph closed his eyes, actually savoring the sensation that welled up from his arm as the nerves awakened. "So" Donna said quietly, her voice now more alert "what do you think of my little pet." "Melissa? She's wonderful." "Isn't she just" Donna sighed contentedly. "And so are you" he said quietly. She reached out to stroke his cheek with a fingertip. "You're a very special man, Ralph. You know that? Your wife is lucky to have you. She really is." He grunted, an uncertain sound in the darkness of the room. "She is" Donna repeated quietly. "If she even wants me at all" he said, gloom in his tone. Donna sighed quietly. "Oh Sir..." The sound of their breathing filled the room for a long moment. "Sir?" "Mmmmm?" "Can I ask you a favor?" "Of course." A pause. "Would you please make love to me. Not work me, or play with me or try to drive me half out of my mind which you can do, by the way. Just make love to me. No one has for a very long time. No man..." Ralphs lips parted, about to speak through his growing smile, about to ask what the difference could possibly be... but the words died unformed... because he knew the difference. Knew it now as surely as he knew the feel of cool breezes tickling his neck or warm sun on his face. And he realized, at that moment, that he was, for the first time since he had met Debra, about to be unfaithful to her... and that she never had been to him. He rolled gently over, facing Donna, feeling Melissas bottom now pressed warmly against his own, gently sliding a hand over Donnas naked flesh, feeling the smoothness of her stomach, the curves of her, the softness of her, the rounded hip, the well of her breast, the growing tightness of the nipple as it gathered beneath his gently stroking palm. Leaning down his lips found hers, sliding together with them in a perfect fit, moist and soft yet firm and with a growing eagerness. Her arms slipping around his neck, pulling him against her. His cock stirring, swelling, reaching for her in its own way. His hand touching her, so gently, exploring her, wondering at her, the gift of her... sliding down between her spreading thighs to find her already wet and waiting. Lifting his body above her, nestling, their hips slipping close, his cock dragging over her stomach, feeling the moist lips of her pussy part as its length drew along them. Then the head of it against her, pausing, prayerful and reverent, her arms giving a gentle tug to his neck, urging him, pleading with him. Slowly pressing down, feeling her body open to accept him, cover and comfort him, welcome and cherish him, down into her depths. She sighed as if in some lost dream, feeling him filling her, gently, lovingly, their bodies joined, not in lust but in adoration and equal affection. And even as he began to withdraw, easing reluctantly from her, he could hear himself whispering.. "I love my wife." "I know" she whispered back, her voice choked, even as she pulled him back inside her, their rhythm slow and gentle, like the rocking of a hammock on a lazy, perfect, still day. They rode the slow swelling together, feeling the birth of the pleasure somewhere between them, never racing, never quickening, savoring every instant of the joining. And it was perfect, and gentle and not to be rushed, the slow, flickering warmth their bodies conjured up. It was peace and love and contentment made flesh and made of flesh. Ralph could feel his cock begin to swell inside her, unfrenzied, and Donna pulled him down onto her and welcomed his deepest plunge to her very center where he pressed and blossomed and gave his moisture into her, and felt her answer with a clutch, a shiver and her own warm wetness bathing him deep inside her. They lay still, holding one another, drinking in the moment of the joining even as they slipped down from the summit of it, his sigh answered by hers in a wordless understanding. At last he lifted his head and something pulled at his attention. He turned, his expression puzzled, to see Melissa, now on her side, facing them, her cheek propped up on her fist, a wry smile on her lips, eyes fixed on them. Donna noticed his look and followed it. In the darkness they blushed, as if discovered. "That" Melissa said, quietly, languidly, her voice amused "was the dirtiest thing I have ever seen." Three voices flooded the darkness with a burst of warm laughter. Time Of Possession part thirteen by MarArch Ralph sat on the couch, leaning back, watching Melissa kneeling beside where Donna lay on her stomach, a pillow under her head, both of them naked and innocent and perfect. Melissas gentle hands worked deeply into the muscles of Donnas shoulders, drawing an occasional, deep moan of enjoyment from her. Every so often Melissa would allow her hand to slip from the shoulder and trail, teasingly, along her spine, just to the apex of her backside and Donna would smile and giggle through her closed eyes. He couldn't believe the glow of love that surrounded them. It was as if they had been born from the same soul, not only playful but tender, wanton and bound together in some unseeable yet unbreakable way. It made his heart ache to realize that he did not have that for himself... and now might never have it. Donna groaned and shifted, rolling over onto her back and reaching up to pull Melissa down onto her, their naked bodies wrapping together in a lazy, awkward, gentle embrace of arms and legs as a single sigh escaped them and they became still. "You're not going to sleep, are you" Ralph asked, amusement in his voice. "It's still early. Hell, it's Friday. Aren't people supposed to get laid on Friday?" Donna sputtered a laugh and rolled her head to look at him, eyebrow arched. "Oh, like you haven't worn us ALL out over the last few days...including yourself." "I beg your pardon" he said in mock indignation. "I can outlast the both of you put together. Or tied together, for that matter." Donnas smile was gentle. "Yes, you probably could" she said quietly, admiration in her tone. "You're a natural talent" she giggled. Suddenly she took Melissa by the shoulders and pushed her aside, with just the firm gentleness a lover would extract themselves, sat up, looking at him seriously. "You know, Ralph" she said "I want you to understand something. Something important." "What's that" he said, his own tone quieting. "I have been doing this for a long time. Hell, it's my life. My lifestyle. And I love it. I've found someone who fulfills me and completes me and makes me a hell of a lot more than I would be without her. Without her... I don't think it would have any meaning for me." She'd reached out and scooped up Melissas hand, squeezing it. Melissa leaned down, placing her head in Donnas lap, nuzzling in contentedly. "I know" Ralph said. "I envy you that." "No. Don't" Donna said, a bit sharply. When she continued, her voice was reasoned and level. "You don't have to. There is more love inside you than I've seen in any man, anyONE for a long time. And I think part of why we're all sitting here right now, tonight, is because of that love." "I don't understand" Ralph said, dully. "I think" Donna continued, leaning towards him slightly "that you care more for Debras' happiness than you do for your own. That you would rather see her complete and content than feel that for yourself, if you had to choose between the two. And I think that you let her go, let her do - well, whatever... because you felt that you couldn't provide that contentment for her yourself. And rather than see her go without it..." She shrugged and sighed, leaving the point to dangle in the air. "And what does that make me" he said, quietly "besides an idiot." "Damnit" Donna snapped "you're NOT an idiot! You just weren't aware, that's all. You weren't trained. You didn't know that all this, the heat, the power, it's not some kind of magic. It's just.... I don't know.... it's something you can do. Anyone can do. If they want to. But they've got to want to. And they've got to want to for the right reasons. Not just for the thrill. That passes. That wears out. And when it does... there's got to be something else there to... to..." She sighed, unable to articulate the deep feelings. "Anyway, that's what you have to figure out now, Ralph. Do you WANT to. Not because you think you HAVE to, for her sake. But for yourself. For the two of you, together. Do you want to." Ralph sat, lost in thought, for a long moment. Donna focused on him, waiting, watching his mind turn, digesting everything that had happened over the last days, studying it, piecing it apart, striving to understand the deeper meaning in it all. But he did not respond. Did not answer her. She sighed and settled back, feeling a bit sad for this wonderful man, who must be feeling hollow and dead right now, when he really didn't have to. He could have what he needed, what he desired, if only he would - "Melissa." The word was quiet, but controlled and when Donna looked up she could see his eyes fixed on Melissa, hers caught in his gaze. "Come here" he said, pointing to the floor in front of the couch, just to one side. For a moment Melissa started, automatically, to shift in obedience, but then seemed to catch herself and glanced at Donna, her eyes questioning. Donna nodded, alert and curious now. Melissa rolled her body up to her hands and knees and moved, with remarkable grace, on all fours to where he indicated, settling back on her haunches, straightening her back, obedient and attentive. Ralph leaned slowly forward and reached out, gently cupping her chin in his hand, his eyes fixing on hers, probing. Then he spoke, slowly and with deep seriousness. "You are a remarkable person" he said, his eyes searching hers. "You are loyal... obedient... tender... giving... gentle.... Do you love your Mistress?" "Yes Sir" she said, a tremble in her voice. "And will you comfort her, cherish her, obey her and fulfill her in everything that will bring you both joy and peace?" "Yes Sir" she gasped, a welling emotion choking the words. Ralph turned his eyes slowly to where Donna sat, fascinated, nodded his head slightly, a momentary flicker of his gaze to the spot next to where Melissa knelt. Donna shifted, but instead of crawling, she rose, slowly, majestically, to her full height and stepped, with the grace of a dancer, to the indicated spot, before easing herself down on her knees beside Melissa. Ralphs other hand lifted, brushed her cheek and she tipped her head to press it, reveling in the sensation. Ralph smiled at her. "I have no words to describe you. You are beyond anything I could ever have wanted or expected to come into my life. You are heat and mystery... warmth and tenderness... power and yielding... Had I met you... well, before.... I would have given you my soul, gladly... and tried to possess yours." The smile grew between them in loving understanding. "Do you love your pet" he said suddenly. Donna nodded, not wanting to speak through the throb in her throat. "And will you protect and fulfill her... cherish and adore her... guide and complete her, in everything that will make you one?" "You know I will" Donna whispered. Ralph drew them to him and hugged them. It was strange, almost reverent, the moment between them, but it was one they would remember and cherish. "You've both taught me so much" he whispered, his lips warm against their hair. "I can never repay you for that." They shared the warmth of the embrace for a long moment, then Donna rested back, relaxing, turning her mischievous eyes to him. "Now" she said "there's only one more thing you need to learn." "What" he breathed quietly, his voice hoarse and dreamy. "That there is, inside all of us, the need to both take and give. That we all have at least a tiny spark of possession and surrendering. And that each has its own purpose, its own value... its own point. We are more comfortable, more natural, on one side or the other, but we all possess them both... need them both. Because they both touch us and bind us. And that is why we do all this. To reach those places inside one another that need to be reached. If even for only a moment at a time." "I - I'm not sure" Ralph said, "I understand what you're saying." The smile that swelled on Donnas lips was wistful yet resigned. "Oh well... I guess I'll just have to demonstrate." She turned, shifting, to face Melissa, her posture settling, straight, correct, yet relaxed. "I love my pet" she said, her gaze fixed on Melissa. "She always pleases me, always fulfill me. I drink her in and that makes me feel whole. I will never be thoughtless of her, or careless or do anything to diminish her. I make her whole and she is mine. But there are times when I feel the need to flow into her.. to give to her... to be a part inside her, just as she is inside of me." Donna lowered her gaze. "What can I do to please you, pet" she whispered. Melissas eyes were fixed on her, dreamy and warm. But slowly they began to change, the gentle warmth flaring for a moment, like lightning, behind them, and the smile that spread across her lips was almost evil. Ralph watched in fascination, seeing the power well up inside the slender young woman, like a gathering storm, still distant but threatening. Without a word Melissa rose to her feet and moved, slowly, gracefully to the large, canvas bag that still sat where it had first fallen those many days ago, on the other side of the den. Ralph turned, curious, about to ask Donna what was going on, but upon seeing her he stopped. She knelt, her whole body rigid with tension and literally trembling, whether with anticipation or fear he couldn't say. Even her breathing was tight and shallow, as if waiting suspensefully for something fatal. And suddenly Ralph realized that the last time he'd seen that bowstring tension was in Debra, when she'd stood in this very room, bound and leashed to her Masters hand. And suddenly the very sight of her, the waves of some unidentifiable something radiating from her flowed into him and his cock began to stir in response, as if sensing it. Melissa turned from the bag, her hands now holding coils of soft rope. She planted her legs apart, almost in a gesture of command. "Here" she said quietly and with a force that startled Ralph. Donna immediately slid out and down, her body spreading along the floor as if in the presence of pure power, and literally crawled to Melissas feet, which she stretched out, craning her neck, to kiss, one by one. And then Melissa was kneeling beside her prostrate body and beginning her work, with a surety and skill that made Ralph blink and his cock throb against his stomach. In a few minutes Donnas wrists were intricately and expertly tied behind her back. Next came her ankles, drawn up and held wide apart and tense. Then her hair was itself roped, her head drawn back, bowing her body obscenely, as solid, tight and smoothly curved as the rocker on a chair. Next from the bag Melissa drew a short, wicked-looking metal bar which she affixed between Donnas knees, further spreading and stretching them. Then a startlingly large object with a strap running through it that Ralph soon realized was some sort of a gag, as the glistening, phallic thing was slid between Donnas clenched teeth and buckled behind her head. And even when it appeared that Donna was bent and strained to her limits, yet more rope was added, an intricate weave that circled her body, her breasts pulled out, bulbous and red, every possible anchor point along her flesh somehow secured by a studied expert, as if she was slowly being woven into the nexus of some obscene yet compelling work of art. Next Melissa withdrew from the bag a pair of the largest dildoes Ralph had ever seen, swiftly and smoothly coating them with a clear, glistening liquid from a tall bottle and then, is if delivering a torturous impaling with a blade, slid them slowly, teasingly, deep into Donnas pussy and ass, causing her body to tense and strain against the bondage, a quiet, whimpering keening to escape, mutely, around the gag deep in her throat. Finally Melissa pulled a small tube of something from the bag, unscrewed the small cap and squeezed some white ointment onto her fingertip. She leaned down and dabbed it, gently, on each of Donnas nipples and then trailed it along the lips of Donnas pussy and around where the dildo impaled her ass. Then Melissa stood, her gaze fixed on her captive with a kind of deep triumph and raised her finger to scrape the remaining ointment onto her own nipples, circling them, working it into them, before lowering her finger to her own clit and beginning to slowly stroke it. Whatever the ointment was, it began its work on Donnas sensitive flesh, as she was whimpering now, her body straining in its bonds to press her bowed and raised pussy against the floor. But she was so tightly trussed that all she could manage was ripples of muscles here and there. Watching her lovers torment, her owners growing agony of need, Melissas finger stroked faster around her clit, pressing it, driving it, urging it. Her own breath began to come in short, tight gasps which seemed to match those Donnas body was expelling from behind the gag, each one heavy with a wordless mewling cry for release. And then Melissas head snapped back, eyes driven tightly shut, knees bending to open herself even further and she grunted deeply, her body shuddering once as the cumming shot through her. But Donnas agony continued unabated, unfulfilled, unsatisfied, her body straining to capture some release that was denied her by the tight, severe bondage. Ralph watched as Melissa slowly began to relax, sighing and straightening up, stretching like a cat arising from sleep, a tiny giggle escaping her through her Cheshire grin. And then she turned, bent to reach into the bag, her hands coming out with yet more rope. She rose once more, turned to face where Ralph sat, stunned, his cock twitching and tingling, planted her feet apart and weighted the rope in her hands, fixing that otherworldly gaze into the center of his soul. "Here" she ordered him. Time Of Possession part fourteen by MarArch Ralph was amazed he was so calm, so almost peaceful. Donna had made the call and been told what time he would be there to deliver Debra, which she immediately had told Ralph. And from the moment they all knew when he would be arriving Donna had been tense, anxious, pacing the room, even puttering in the kitchen, anything to stay busy and focused on something other than that moment. Ralph could hear the dull thunk of the dishes in the sink from where he sat on the couch in the den and turned to smile at Melissa, curled on the other end of the couch, decked out now in a dark, floor-length velvet gown. Although it should have seemed to him inappropriate attire for a quiet Saturday afternoon, it nevertheless suited her perfectly, and gave her an aire of regal elegance and calm beauty. For his own part Ralph had dressed simply, shirt and trousers, slip on shoes. He understood that his value was not in his clothing but in himself. These extraordinary women had taught him that. That and so much more. Another clack of dishes echoed from the kitchen and Ralph turned to Melissa with a smile. "Why is she so nervous? If anyone should be, it should be me. But I'm not." Melissa returned the smile though there was a touch of sadness in it. "I don't know. She's never talked to me about him" she said, her voice a wan sigh. "She's never even let me meet him." "I wonder why not" he mused. Melissa shrugged. "She once told me never to ask, that I was better off not knowing anything about him." Ralph felt a slight chill trickle over him. "That sounds ominous" he said quietly. She fixed her gaze on him and beamed with love and pride. "You have nothing to worry about, believe me." Even though he wasn't reassured by this, he was grateful for her strength and support. "I want you to know something" he said, finally, his tone calm but earnest. "Yes Sir?" "Well" he hesitated, before sighing and fixing his gaze on her. "This may sound strange... I mean, we haven't known each other long... I mean as people... but... I want you to know that I feel as if you are a part of me now. That you can ask me anything, any favor, anything I can do for you, I'll be thrilled to do it. You and Donna." He could see the moisture well up in her eyes and she nodded sharply, with happiness and pride. "You too" she whispered. "Anything." Ralph reached out and took her hand, holding it firmly, feeling the flow between them. What he felt was something far beyond friendship, floating in that dimly seen land between companion and lover... a closeness of deep respect, caring and understanding. And though he would never love her or her Mistress in the way or with the deep resonating blend that he loved his wife, still he knew that they could not be closer if they occupied the same skin. Suddenly there was a crash from the kitchen, followed by the light tinkling of glass shards dancing over the floor. "CRAP!!! CRAP CRAP!! FUCK!!" Donnas voice was loud and sharp. Ralph and Melissa exchanged a quick look and smile, even as Melissa rose and moved gracefully toward the kitchen door. "Donna" Ralph called out, his voice carrying but level and calm, "please come in here." A moment later she appeared in the doorway, just as Melissa arrived there. While Donnas expression and aura was screaming with how frazzled she felt, she was her lovely self, once more decked out in the dark, leather corset and boots she'd been wearing when he first laid eyes on her that infinity of a week before. Melissa leaned to give her a warm, soothing hug even as Ralph extended a hand toward her. "Come" he said, calmly. Donna heaved a sigh of exasperation, gave Melissa a peck on the cheek and moved toward Ralph, reaching to take his hand. Melissa smiled back at them for a moment, then went on into the kitchen to see about the mess her Mistress had, in her anxiety, created. Ralph patted the couch beside him and Donna flopped into it, leaning back and sighing once more. "I'm sorry" she said, her lips in a pout "I broke a dish." He smiled warmly at her. "I heard. It doesn't matter. Are you all right?" "Oh" she sighed "I don't know." Ralph shifted to face her, focusing on her. "What's wrong. Tell me" he said, calmly. She rolled her head to look at him, rolled it back to stare straight ahead for a long thoughtful moment, then once more faced him. "I don't want him to win, that's all." Ralphs eyebrows rose in surprise. "Win what?" She sighed, her body tensing, head turning away, restless, uncertain, then fixed to a point somewhere in the space before where she sat. "Just win" she said finally, quietly, darkly. Ralph watched her for a long, silent moment, wondering if he should press, probe for what was troubling her, but decided against it. "If he's going against you, my dear, I don't see how he could" he said with a warm smile. She rolled her head to look at him once more, her gaze probing, searching him, then seeming to relax slightly. "He was my first" she said at last. She let her head return to its unfocused gaze somewhere in the depths of the room before her as she continued. "I was Debra, once upon a time. Confused... frightened... not knowing what was making me have all those dark thoughts, and feeling guilty for enjoying them... and then I met him. And all that changed. He... changed me. Showed me things... made me feel things I never thought I could. But I was lucky. I had someone who cared about me... who helped me... saved me, in a way. But even though he saved me, he couldn't... didn't.... oh hell..." She turned to look at him once more and there was a deep pain in her eyes. "He couldn't understand" she said. "And I needed for him to understand." She sighed, forcing the pain back and looked away. "So, after he rescued me, he... well, we both knew it was dead." "Your husband" Ralph whispered, suddenly understanding. Donna nodded. "When he left, I didn't have anyone... except for... him. But I knew I could never go back to..." Her voice trailed off for a moment. "And I knew by then that I was stronger than he could ever accept as one of his...." Again her voice died as the thought fled from her. She sighed. "So since then, he sometimes pulls me back... tries to get me in his... tries to win. And I don't let him. And since I found Melissa, he has no power over me, and he knows it and it fascinates him... those feelings... that love, that strength. And he keeps looking for it, for himself. But he won't find it. He'll never find it." Her eyes grew suddenly cold and steely. "I won't let him" she said. Shaking herself from this gathering blackness she turned to Ralph once more. "And you won't let him either... will you, my lovely pet. Will you." Ralph stared at her for a long moment, then a cold smile curled his lips. "She's my wife. I love her." he said simply. And he could see her relax and grow calm within herself, having heard what she needed to hear. Melissa stepped into the doorway, the damage having been efficiently and lovingly correct, and stood watching them, drawing strength from them and adoring them both. Suddenly the doorbell clanged, and Donna was rising from the couch. "I'll get it" she said, moving quickly to the doorway, stopping to nod Melissa to the couch and squeeze her hands as she passed by. Melissa moved, gracefully, before where Ralph sat and delicately lifted the hem of her long dress, sinking down to her knees before him and assuming a properly submissive posture. Ralph turned to look at her, surprised and she slipped him a tiny smile and a wink before lowering her gaze to the floor. They were ready now. As ready as they ever would be. Ralph could hear muted voices from the front of the house, indistinct and low, and moments later he appeared in the doorway. Ralph looked at him, neutral and at peace, but seeing him now from a different perspective than the last time he'd laid eyes on him. There was no awe now, no sense of mystery about the man. Merely a rival, and one with distinct and visible flaws. The man paused in the doorway and his gaze flickered over to Melissa, his eyebrows raising. "Well, well" he said quietly, appreciation in his tone before he fixed his eyes on Ralph. "Yours?" "Let's just say" Ralph replied quietly, calmly "not yours and leave it at that." For a moment the man was silent, as if startled by what he'd heard, but then he allowed the smile to spread over his lips and nodded, sagely. "As you wish" he said. "Well, here's something that is mine" he said coolly and stepped into the room, moving for the chair that he had sat in once before. Ralph watched him go a moment then turned his gaze to the doorway as Debra stepped through it, Donna behind her. She was naked, her ankles wrapped in the leather cuffs, her hands obviously linked in their own cuffs behind her back. Around her neck she wore the wide, black collar. From each of her pierced nipples hung a heavy crystal that bobbed and tugged on them with every slow step. A flick of his gaze downward and Ralph could see the rings through the piercings on her sex. She looked every inch the slave... the piece of property, obedient without thought, useful only for what she was allowed to do, with nothing unique or special about her save for the color of her hair or perhaps the arrangement of the curves of her flesh. She kept her eyes cast downwards, even as the collar forced her head up and moved to the side of the chair into which he had settled. She stood, almost distracted, her chest heaving in a series of small sighs and Ralph knew that, had her hands not been bound behind her, they would have been fidgeting in discomfort. There was a moments silence as Ralph peered into her face and saw a resignation there, flat and gray... there was no joy, no pride, nothing of the spark of her. It was as if she had locked a part of herself away somewhere and what was left was colorless and dull. The man stared at Ralph for a long moment, his eyes fixed tightly on him as if attempting to assert something, some strength that Ralph no longer was impressed by. Then, for an instant, he seemed to realize something and tossed a glance up at Debra, in spite of himself, quickly catching himself and recovering. "What are you doing up there" he said, evenly. Debra jolted, ever so slightly, as if pulled from her own thoughts and quickly lowered herself to her knees beside the chair. The man turned back to Ralph and smiled, cruelly. "So" he said at last "here we all are." He turned to look at Donna, now leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed and tense. "Did you enjoy yourself this week, my dear" he asked smoothly, turning his gaze back to Ralph. "I certainly did." He reached out a hand and laid it on the back of Debra neck, kneading it gently. "And so did she, didn't you, slave." Debra nodded slightly, the barest whisper of a sound eking from her lips. "Louder" the man said. "Let them hear you." "Yes Master" she said, her voice choking and hoarse. "But why, my little slut. Why did you enjoy it." "Because it pleased you, Master" she said, as if repeating a rote lesson. "But it pleased you too, didn't it? All the things that were done to you... all the wonderful things you felt... what was done to... with your body?" "Yes Master" she said, her head dipping forward slightly, as if in shame. "And you love being fucked, don't you, slut." "Yes Master." "You love having your nipples and your ass and your pussy owned and tormented." "Yes..." her voice even quieter now. "And you'll do anything I tell you to, won't you, my little slut." "Yes" her voice a whisper now. "Good." There was a black smoothness in his tone now. "Then I want you to go kneel in front of your husband, spread your slutty little legs, look him in the eye and tell him all about what's been done to you." She hesitated, and Ralph could see her tense slightly, her brows knit slightly. "Go on" the man said gently but with unmistakable authority and threat. Debra rose slowly to her feet, her eyes never leaving a spot on the floor before her, and moved slowly, hesitation in every step, until she was before where Ralph sat. She slowly lowered herself to her knees once more before him, drew in a deep, steadying breath and slowly lifted her eyes until the fixed on his own. Ralph could see the pain in her, the shame and humiliation and his heart surged, almost leaping in fury at her discomfort. But he kept his gaze neutral, soft and open. She seemed to probe him, a distant desperation somewhere deep in her eyes. "I can't hear you, slut" the man said quietly but firmly. "Sir, I - " she burst, automatically, but then paused as if to gather her thoughts a moment, before continuing. "I was fucked by my Master" she said, her voice turning tense and breathless. "He possessed my ass and my pussy and my mouth with his cock and tongue. He leant me to others... his friends... and they fucked me as well. They had contests, who could make me cum the most. He -" She hesitated, the shame welling up, her voice beginning to tremble, her eyes now pleading, screaming, begging and desperate. Ralph struggled to keep his own expression neutral, but he could feel her agony and shared it. "He tied me up and whipped me and fucked me and fisted me, oh God, it makes me wet to just say it, and changed my body, put his marks on me and in me and made me cum, Oh God, I need to cum so badly, all the time, I'm wet all the time and I can't stand it, not cumming, I need it so badly... so badly..." "And you love it, don't you, slut" the man said, triumph in his voice. "Yes Master" she said, her voice sharp and desperate. "Yes, I love it so much, oh my God..." Donna could feel herself tensing, understanding the torment Debra was feeling and hoping silently that Ralph had within him her salvation. "And if I told you now that you were to ask for a divorce from your husband, leave him and never see him again, you'd do it, wouldn't you, little slut." "I - " Debra choked, her eyes locked onto Ralphs, screaming silently, mouth open but the words swallowed deep in her throat. "Say it" the man said. It was an order. "I - " The tears boiled up in Debras eyes and she gasped, her mind a turmoil as she looked at the man who loved her, who cherished her soul and her heart and whom she suddenly saw she had hurt and betrayed and caused such pain. She began to tremble, unable to face him yet knowing that to turn away would kill the last part of her that was worth loving and having and made her of any value to herself.. the final remaining shreds of her spirit now reaching toward him. Ralph raised a hand and laid it on her cheek, gently wiping the tear that tumbled from her eye with his thumb.... and smiled, his love flooding over her. "I love you" he whispered, and it was joyous and open and unaccusing... unconditional and without let or hindrance, full of forgiveness and admiration for what she was, what she always would be to him. Debras eyes slid closed and she began to sob, silently, her tears coursing down over his gentle, loving hand. "Slut" the man said, his tone now deeply threatening despite its quiet. "Donna" Ralph said suddenly, his own voice even, his eyes turned to fix on where the man sat, his fingers laced tensely before himself "what would you say about someone who uses threats and anger and coercion to get their way, especially sexually. What would you say about someone like that." Donna smiled, fixing her own cool gaze on the man. "I'd say he was an asshole" she said, smoothly. "In fact, he might even be a criminal. There are laws about those kinds of things. If anyone ever wanted to have him investigated, look in to some of his activities... start asking his associates about things... it might make a lot of people uncomfortable." Ralph watched the man stiffen, tensing as if about to leap up and strike out, but then he slowly relaxed, a sense of neutral observation radiating from him. Ralph turned back to look at Debra. "Debra..." he said, quietly. "Look at me." She slowly raised her eyes to his, and he could see them glistening with fear and pain. "What you did" Ralph said quietly, even "hurt me very much. That you could feel such things and never tell me... never feel like you could tell me hurt very badly." She closed her eyes and started to lower her head but his hand gently took her chin and raised it once more. "What we used to have" he said evenly "is gone now." She clenched her eyes and the tears coursed down her face as he continued quietly. "It's dead. What you did.... what we've done... has killed it. And it's never coming back. But maybe...." He paused, groping for the words momentarily before finding his voice once more. "...maybe it wasn't supposed to last. Maybe that kind of innocence is supposed to die eventually. That first love. Maybe wisdom kills it... or life... or just time. I don't know." He sighed and continued. "I love you, Debra. I always have and I always will. And I do understand you... maybe better than you do yourself. There's nothing you need or want that I can't give you. I know that now." He looked over at Donna. "I've learned that." He looked back at his trembling, delicate, wife enduring her punishment on her knees at his feet. "But you have to want to receive it from me. You have to reach out to me, and trust me... trust in me. My love... my protection... my respect for who you are. And you must promise me, a sacred vow... that this will never happen again. That you will never hide from me, or shut me out or keep yourself from me as you have. Because I can't live like that. Not any more. You have to want me as I have always wanted you. It has to be your choice. Just as it has always been... you have to decide... what do you want." The man stared coldly at them, measuring, judging, weighing them from some sterile place where all that he had just heard were merely words. "Bravo" he said quietly. "So, slut... what's it to be. Do you want what I can give you... the pleasure I can make you feel... drown you in.... or.... this." He cast his eyes around the room, a hint of a sneer in his lips, before turning back to her, to wait in silence. Debra drew in a deep breath and heaved a sigh that sprinkled her tears onto the floor before her. "I'm so tired" she whispered, her body slumping slightly, head sagging, as if in defeat. "What do you want, Debra" Ralph repeated quietly. "Home" she whispered. "I want to come home." Ralph nodded and reached for the collar, quickly unbuckling it, even as Donna, a triumphant sneer on her lips, strolled from the doorway, knelt behind Debra and began to undo the restraints. Quickly they came free of her body which sagged against Ralphs enfolding arms. He reached to gently stroke her hair, a pair of sinners nestled together, enduring a shared hurt and relief at the ending of a nightmare, and a mutual awakening. Donna rose, stopped in front of where the man sat, raised the restraints and turned her hand over to examine them. "Still using the same ones, I see" she said, coolly. "Too bad you can never keep them filled." She flipped them casually, allowing them to tumble into his lap. She turned to where Melissa knelt, unmoving. "Pet?" she said quietly. Melissa rose and turned to face her, regal yet respectful. "Yes, Miss?" "Take our things to the car, would you, love?" Melissa moved smoothly across the room, scooped up the already packed and waiting canvas bag, fitted the long strap over her shoulder and turned to where Ralph sat, cradling Debra. "Good bye, Sir. I hope I see you soon again." Ralph smiled, blinking back his own tears and nodded. Melissa moved from the room. Donna gazed down at Ralph, feeling the pride and happiness well up in her, then moved to kneel beside the couple. "You going to be all right?" she asked quietly. Ralph looked at her, the smile now wan yet hopeful. "I'll let you know" he choked. Donna nodded, leaned to kiss his cheek chastely and rose turning back to where the man was gathering the now abandoned restraints in his hands. "I'll see you out" she said. "It's the least I can do." The man looked at her, his expression containing just the hint of suspicion, but then he nodded and rose, turning as if to speak to Debra. Donnas hand shot out and fixed on his elbow, causing him to turn back to her, for once genuinely startled. Slowly, with an unspoken threat, she shook her head. The man stiffened, affronted, the color beginning to rise in his cheeks, but then it quickly passed and he relaxed, his shoulders moving in the barest of shrugs, the limit of his expressions of human feeling, turned and moved from the room. "Good bye, slut" he said, just before passing through the doorway, but it was is if he had not spoken. Ralph sat, his arms around his wife, cradling her between his legs and gently stroking her hair. Outside Donna closed the front door behind them as the man stopped and turned to her. "Why do I keep allowing you to interfere" he said, his voice twinged with genuine wonder. "I should just cut you out and be done with all your meddling." She turned to him, glowing, smiling, savoring. "Oh, you'll never do that. What fun would it be for you? Besides, you need me." "You think so" he said, his voice suddenly cold. "Absolutely" she said. "I'm the only thing that keeps your soul from dying. And I'm the only real friend you've got." He stared at her, measuring her, then sighed. "Well" he said, the merest touch of petulance in his tone "you needn't look so happy about it. For a moment there... I honestly thought she might be the one..." Donna erupted in a barking laugh. "Oh please..." she said. "What" he said, turning cold once more "is so funny." "You" she replied. "You're funny. You are the most callous, ruthless, selfish, petty son of a bitch I've ever met in my life." "And that amuses you?" he asked, evenly. "No. What amuses me is knowing you'll always be a lonely son of a bitch. Because it's what you deserve." He sighed and nodded slowly, conceding the set, the game and the match... this time. Then he gathered himself and walked slowly toward where their cars were parked in the driveway. "I'm having a party on Thursday. Are you coming?" She smiled, wide and mellow and rich with satisfaction. "Darling.. I wouldn't miss it for the world..." Debra slept late that night and on into Sunday. Ralph tucked her in, after carefully removing and tossing the jewels that adorned her body into the trash. They did not please him. He would have to see about the tattoo, but that was for later. For now she needed to rest and peace and all of the attention he ached to provide her. It would be a long time before her body was once again worked and driven and made to respond with flaring fires of lust and heat, but when was, he would do it himself, and it would be done with love and then she would see what lay beyond the place her flesh could take her. The place he longed to share with her. On Monday they rose and dressed, went out into the world. They bought groceries, and went for a long walk. They held hands, and smiled shyly at one another... and laughed... and nudged, playfully... and talked... and cried... and held... and slowly, step by delicate, eager step... began, once more, to fall in love. END (NOTE: More of my stories can be found at: http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/jon_thompson_3/adult01.htm) -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>