les histoires de chrislebo

I go and make dinner. I put it on the table and go to get the others. Mistress Julie was putting away her things, and Master Arnold and Mistress Susan were fucking. I stand by the table and wait. Mistress Julie comes out first. Master Arnold and Mistress Susan come to the table a few minutes later. They talk and eat roast beef and mashed potatoes while I watch. After dinner Master Arnold and Mistress Susan retire to their room.
Mistress Julie commands, “Go get a mixing bowl slave.”
I get a bowl from the kitchen and bring it back.
Mistress Julie puts some mashed potatoes and small pieces of roast beef. She pours some gravy on the bowl and hands it to me. “Put this on the floor and eat, slave.”
I put the bowl on the floor. I get on my hands and knees and eat like a dog. I hear Mistress Julie command, “Clean up this mess, take a shower, and come to my room.”
“Yes Mistress Julie.” I get up and clear the table. I take a shower, dry off, and go to Mistress Julie’s room.
Mistress Julie ties my wrists together with a piece of rope that she’s thrown over an exposed beam. She pulls the rope until I’m standing on my tiptoes, and ties the end to the footboard of the bed. “Spread your legs.” I spread my legs until I’m on my tiptoes again.
Mistress Julie walks over to me and rubs her hands on my chest and back. She feels my bottom. “Are you still sore, slave?”
“Yes Mistress Julie.”
Mistress Julie smacks my bottom with the palm of her hand. I yelp and she laughs. She picks up a small cat-o-nine tails and whips my back, bottom, and legs for a while. She takes a shower and returns wearing a robe. She unties the rope from the footboard, and unties my wrists. I lay down on a rug beside the bed. She turns out the light and we go to relax.
I awaken to someone kicking my bottom. I hear Mistress Julie commanding, “Get up, slave.” I stand up and put my hands behind my back.
Mistress Julie squeezes my balls. “I don’t want to have to wake you up any more this week. I want you kneeling by the side of the bed waiting for me to wake up.”
I yelp. “Yes Mistress Julie.”
“Get me a glass of orange juice and toast with butter.”
“Yes Mistress Julie.” I go and make Mistress Julie breakfast. I bring the food back to her room. She’s dressed and sitting on the side of the bed. I stand and hold the tray in front of her while she eats. After she’s finished, I bring the dishes back to the kitchen and clean up. I return to her room and stand in the corner with my hands behind my back.
Mistress Julie comes into the room. “Put your shoes and socks on, slave. You’re cutting some firewood today.” I put my socks and shoes on and follow Mistress Julie outside. It’s warmed up a little but it’s still a little chilly. The only heat in the cabin is from three fireplaces, and they need wood. Mistress Julie relaxes in a lounge while I gather small branches and cut them into two-foot pieces with a saw. She goes inside to get lunch. When she comes back outside, I have some news.
“Mistress Julie, I found a downed tree that can be cut up for firewood.”
“Excellent, slave. Take my lounge and let’s go. I want to watch you cut up the tree.”
I take the lounge to the downed tree. Mistress Julie watches me cut up the tree and bring the wood back to the woodpile neat the cabin. Only the trunk is left when the sun gets near the horizon.
Mistress Julie gets up. “That’s enough for today slave. Get the lounge, take a shower, and make us dinner.” “Yes Mistress Julie.” I bring the lounge back to the cabin, take a shower, and make dinner. I stand and watch Master Arnold, Mistress Susan, and Mistress Julie eat. Master Arnold and Mistress Susan talk about their trip into town to do some shopping. After dinner, Mistress Julie puts the leftovers into a bowl and brings the bowl in the living room. They sit on the sofa and watch me eat like a dog. I clean up the dinner dishes and straighten up the kitchen. They’re sitting on the sofa talking and smoking when I return. I stand with my hands behind my back.
Mistress Julie looks over at me. “Slave, get on your hands and knees in front of Susan and I.”
“Yes Mistress Julie.” I get on my hands and knees in front of the sofa. Mistress Julie puts her feet on my back. Mistress Susan does the same. They talk for a while. I feel them take their feet of my back as Mistress Julie commands, “Stand up.”
I stand up.
Mistress Julie buckles a leather strap to the base of my cock and around my balls. She hangs a glass ashtray from the leather strap.
Mistress Susan laughs. “That’s the most useful thing his cock’s done all month.”
I stand with my hands behind my back while Mistress Susan and Mistress Julie talk and use the ashtray hanging from my cock. After a while Mistress Julie unhooks the ashtray and puts it on the end table. She commands, “Clean the ashtray, and wait for me in my room.”
“Yes Mistress Julie.” I clean the ashtray and bring it to her room. I stand in the corner with my hands behind my back and wait. I’m tired from all the sawing and time seems to stand still. I wonder what Mistress Julie has planned for the rest of the week. Mistress Julie comes in wearing a robe. She ties me to the beam and whips me for a while. She picks up a pair of clothespins with a weight tied on and clips them to my nipples. I yelp while she swings the weights with her finger. She lights a cigarette and comes back over to me. She touches my cock with the lit end. I jump and the weights yank on my nipples. She burns my cock a few times. The last time, she touches the head of my cock and I scream. She laughs and puts the cigarette out.
Mistress Julie gets in bed and gets under the covers. I hear her turn a vibrator on and watch her play with herself under the covers. My cock is stinging and the weighted clothespins are pulling on my nipples. I hear her come a couple of times before she turns the vibrator off. She rests for a while before she crawls to the foot of the bed and unties the rope. I walk over to the bed and she unties the rope from my wrists. She unclips the clothespins and I yelp. She turns out the lights and I lay down on the rug beside the bed.
I wake up and remember Mistress Julie’s command. I kneel by the side of the bed with my hands behind my back and wait for her to wake up.
Mistress Julie wakes up and sees me kneeling by the side of the bed. She pats me on the head. “Good slave. Get me some orange juice and toast.”
“Yes Mistress Julie.” I get up and get her breakfast. I hold the tray while Mistress Julie sits on the side of the bed and eats. I spend the morning cutting up the rest of the downed tree while she watches. After she gets her lunch she lounges watching me gather stones for a patio rock wall. The sun is almost set when she commands, “Clean up and make dinner.”
I take a shower and make dinner. Master Arnold and Mistress Susan talk of their day in town shopping. Mistress Julie had me tell them about my day. After dinner Mistress Julie prepares a bowl for me, and I eat it in the living room. I clean up the table and kitchen and return to the living room. They’re sitting on the sofa talking and smoking. I stand with my hands behind my back and wait.
Mistress Julie looks over at me. “Slave, come over here.”
“Yes Mistress Julie.”
Mistress Julie buckles the leather strap to the base of my cock and balls. She ties the end of a rope to the ring on the strap. “Kneel down by the sled over there.”
“Yes Mistress Julie.” The sled is a metal disk about a foot and a half in diameter with a rod protruding from the center. I kneel down next to the sled. Master Arnold gets up and ties the other end of the rope to a ring welded onto the edge of the sled. He puts a barbell weight on the rod, and sits down again.
Mistress Julie looks over at me. “Slave, we want to find out how much weight you can pull with your cock. Crawl across the living room in front of the sofa. When you get to the end of the carpet, stop. Arnold will put another ten-pound weight on the sled and you’ll crawl back across the room. You keep crawling until the weight is too much for you to pull. Do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress Julie.”
“Then start crawling.”
I feel the sled tugging on my cock as I crawl across the room. Master Arnold puts another weight on the sled and I crawl the other way. It takes a bit longer to get to the end of the carpet. Master Arnold puts another weight on. I struggle to crawl across the room. I look at the sofa and see them smoking and watching me crawl. After a while I’ve made it across the room.

Master Arnold puts a smaller weight on the sled. Now I have to struggle for each inch. My cock is throbbing as I slowly make my way across the room. I’m perspiring when I reach the other side of the room. Master Arnold replaces the small weight with a larger weight. I try to move the sled but I can’t budge it.
Mistress Julie laughs. “What’s the matter, slave. Too much weight?”
“Yes Mistress Julie.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes Mistress Julie.”
Mistress Julie turns to Mistress Susan. “Let’s test him to be sure.”
Mistress Susan gets up and takes off her clothes. She sits down on the carpet in front of me and lays back. Mistress Julie commands, “Eat your wife’s pussy, slave.”
I’m less than a foot away. I try to crawl towards Mistress Susan, but I can’t move. Mistress Julie gets up, picks up a cat-o-nine tails and whips my back. “I said, eat her pussy. What kind of a wimp are you? Your wife wants her pussy eaten.”
Mistress Susan fingers her pussy while Mistress Julie whips me. I can smell Mistress Susan’s pussy, but I can’t move the sled.
After a few minutes Mistress Susan stops whipping me and puts the whip down. “Arnold, come show slave how a real man takes care of his woman.”
Master Arnold gets on the carpet with Mistress Susan. He kisses her. She gets on her hands and knees, and he gets behind her. He fucks her to a couple of orgasms. She sprawls out on the carpet and mews. After she rests awhile they get up and go to bed.
Mistress Julie commands, “Untie the rope from the sled and put the sled and weights in the corner. Wait for me in my room.”
“Yes Mistress Julie.”
I untie the rope and put the sled and weights away. I go to Mistress Julie’s room and stand in the corner with my hands behind my back.
Mistress Julie comes in wearing a robe. She’s smiling. “You passed the test, slave.”
“Thank you Mistress Julie.”
“You’ll wear the leather strap all the time, except when you’re showering. I have something special planned for tomorrow, let’s get some relax.”
“Yes Mistress Julie.”
Mistress Julie gets in bed and turns out the light. I lay down on the rug beside the bed.
I wake up and kneel down by the bed.
After a while, Mistress Julie wakes, kisses me on the forehead, and commands, “Get me my juice and toast.” I get up and get Mistress Julie’s breakfast. I hold her tray while she sits on the side of the bed and eats. Mistress Julie finishes breakfast. “We’re going to the beach today. Clean up and take my stuff to the dock.” “Yes Mistress Julie.” I clean up breakfast and get Mistress Julie’s basket and beach bag. She’s sitting on the dock, her feet dangling in the water.
“Put the stuff in the rowboat and let’s go.”
I put the basket and bag in the bow of the rowboat. I help Mistress Julie into the boat. She sits in the stern and I untie the boat and sit in the middle.
“Slave, do you see that small island in the middle of the lake?”
I turn around and look. “Yes Mistress Julie.”
“That’s where were going.” Mistress Julie slaps my cock. “Let’s go.”
I pick out a couple of landmarks on shore and start rowing.
Mistress Julie unbuttons her blouse and pulls it open. Her breasts are firm and round, and her nipples are standing at attention. She lights a cigarette and takes a puff. She looks down at my cock and says, “You get aroused watching topless women smoke, don’t you slave.”
I smile. “Yes Mistress Julie.”
Mistress Julie smokes while I row her to the island. It takes a while to get there, and the sun is up over the trees when we get there. I help her out of the rowboat and pull the boat up on the sand. I get the beach bag and follow her to a spot a few yards from the boat.
“Spread the blanket here, slave.”
“Yes Mistress Julie. I get the blanket from the beach bag and unfold it on the sand.
Mistress Julie takes off her clothes and lies down on the blanket. She hands me a bottle of sunscreen. “Put this on me, slave.”
I rub the sunscreen on Mistress Julie’s forehead and face. I rub it on her neck and shoulders. Her soft chest and stomach are next. I move down to her hips and legs. I spend some time rubbing her toes and soles.
“That’s enough, slave. Kneel on the corner of the blanket and worship your Mistress. Stare longingly at my glorious body.”
“Yes Mistress Julie.” I kneel on the corner of the blanket with my arms behind my back. I watch Mistress Julie lie in the sun. After a while she turns over.
“Put some sunscreen on me, slave.”
“Yes Mistress Julie.” I put sunscreen on Mistress Julie’s shoulders, back, bottom, and legs. When I finish I return to the corner of the blanket. It gets warmer and I’m perspiring when she rolls over again.
“I’m hungry. Get the basket, slave.”
I get up and get the basket from the boat. Mistress Julie had made herself a sandwich and a fruit salad. I kneel on the corner of the blanket while she eats her lunch. After she finishes, I clean up and put the basket in the boat.
I apply more sunscreen to Mistress Julie’s front and kneel on the other corner of the blanket, out of her sun. I put sunscreen on her when she turns over, but otherwise I kneel and watch her sun.
The sun is just over the tree tops when Mistress Julie gets up, puts her clothes on, and commands, “Pack up and follow me.”
“Yes Mistress Julie.” I pack up the beach bag and follow Mistress Julie as she walks along the beach. We walk all the way around the small island. My shoulders and head hurt a little from all the sun. We stop at the boat. I push it into the water and help her into the boat. She smokes as we row back to the dock. I take a shower and prepare dinner.
Master Arnold and Mistress Susan talk of walking around in the woods near the cabin. Mistress Julie has me tell them what we did. Master Arnold thought it was funny that I spent the day kneeling while Mistress Julie sunned. After dinner Mistress Julie prepares a bowl for me, and I eat it in the living room. I clean up the table and kitchen and return to the living room. They’re sitting on the sofa talking and smoking. I stand with my hands behind my back and wait.
Mistress Julie looks over at me. “Have I been cruel to you today, slave?”
“Yes Mistress Julie.”
Mistress Julie smiles. “Good. I’m happy when I’m cruel.” She takes a puff of her cigarette. “Slave, you have two cruel Mistresses sitting here. What’s the cruelest thing we could do to you?”
I think for a while. “Mistress Julie, this morning you had me kneel on the corner of the blanket and worship your body. I could kneel in front of you and worship you. Something like saying the rosary, except the prayer would be offered to you.”
Mistress Julie grins. “Sounds interesting, slave. What kind of prayer?”
“Um, how about Hail Julie, full of grace, the power is with thee. Blessed are thou among women, and blessed is the juice from thy loins. Holy Julie, cruel dominatrix, show mercy to us slaves, as we serve thee faithfully forever, Amen.”
Master Arnold and Mistress Susan sit silently. Mistress Julie laughs loudly. “Slave, that is the most interesting thing I have ever heard. Did you know I was part Jewish?”
“No Mistress Julie, I didn’t.”
Mistress Julie turns to Master Arnold. “Arnold, would you be willing to help slave worship me?”
Master Arnold has a puzzled look on his face. “What do you want me to do, Julie?”
Mistress Julie turns to me. “Slave, go to my room and get the dowel in the corner, four pieces of rope, and the cat-o-nine tails.”
“Yes Mistress Julie.” I go and get what Mistress Julie has requested. It takes me a couple of minutes to find the dowel.
Master Arnold ties my wrists and arms to the dowel. I’m standing in front of Mistress Julie and Mistress Susan with my arms extended outward.
Mistress Julie looks up at me. “Slave, kneel before us.”
I kneel down.
“You will worship Mistress Susan and I. You will offer your prayer to her first and then to me. Keep praying to us until I tell you to stop. You may begin.
I turn to Mistress Susan. “Hail Susan, full of grace, the power is with thee. Blessed are thou among women, and blessed is the juice from thy loins. Holy Susan, cruel dominatrix, show mercy to us slaves, as we serve thee faithfully forever, Amen.”
As soon as I finish, Master Arnold smacks my back hard with the cat-o-nine tails whip. He catches me by surprise, and I almost fall forward onto the sofa. I steady myself, and continue. “Hail Julie, full of grace, the power is with thee. Blessed are thou among women, and blessed is the juice from thy loins. Holy Julie, cruel dominatrix, show mercy to us slaves, as we serve thee faithfully forever, Amen.”
I was expecting the blow this time, so I didn’t lose my balance. I say the prayer, with a blow after each one, thirty times before Mistress Julie commands, “That’s enough slave. Thanks for helping us Arnold.”
Master Arnold sits down on the sofa. “You’re welcome, Julie.” He turns to Mistress Susan. “Did you enjoy slave worshipping you?”
Mistress Susan shrugged her shoulders. “It felt a little weird.”
Master Arnold hugged Mistress Susan. “I’m sure I could make you feel better.”
Mistress Susan kissed Master Arnold. “I bet you could.” They get up and go to their room.
Mistress Julie turns to me. “Arnold is comforting your wife. Do you even care? You just kneel there.”
“Yes I care, Mistress Julie. But what can I do? Mistress Susan would rather be with Master Arnold than me.”
“You could go in there and tell her you’d rather be her husband than her slave.”
“Susan would just laugh at me. Besides Mistress Julie, she likes me better as her slave.”
“So do I.” Mistress Julie unties my wrists and arms. “Put this stuff away and wait for me in my room.”
“Yes Mistress Julie.” I put the dowel and rope away and stand in the corner with my arms behind my back.
Mistress Julie enters wearing a robe. She hands me a leather cock sheath and commands, “Put this on.”
“Yes Mistress Julie.” I try to buckle the sheath, but my cock is too big to fit.
After watching me struggle for a while, Mistress Julie commands. “Go in the bathroom and run cold water on your cock until the sheath fits.”
“Yes Mistress Julie.” I step into the shower and turn the cold water on. My cock shrinks enough that I can get the sheath buckled. I return to the room.
Mistress Julie chuckles. “You know slave, wet leather shrinks when it dries. How’s your cock feel?”
“Cramped, Mistress Julie.”
Mistress Julie ties my wrists behind my back and unlocks the ankle restrains. She takes off her robe. She’s standing before me naked. “How’s your cock feel now, slave?”
“More cramped, Mistress Julie.”

Mistress Julie smiles and gets into bed. “Come lay next to me, slave.”
I get into bed next to Mistress Julie. I feel her put a vibrator in her pussy.
Mistress Julie pushes my mouth onto her nipple. “Suck, slave.”
I suck on Mistress Julie’s nipple. I feel the vibrator when she turns it on. My cock is throbbing from the tightness of the sheath.
Mistress Julie has three orgasms before she turns the vibrator off and pulls her nipple out of my mouth. She rests for a while, turns to me, and commands, “Say the prayer again.”
I look into Mistress Julie’s face. “Hail Julie, full of grace, the power is with thee. Blessed are thou among women, and blessed is the juice from thy loins. Holy Julie, cruel dominatrix, show mercy to us slaves, as we serve thee faithfully forever, Amen.”
Mistress Julie kisses me on the lips. She turns the light out and pulls the covers up. We go to relax.
I wake up, carefully get out of bed, and kneel by the side of the bed.
Mistress Julie wakes up, and looks at me. She rolls over and French kisses me. She sits on the side of the bed, unties my wrists, and unbuckles the cock sheath.
My cock springs to attention.
Mistress Julie laughs. “Put the ankle restraints back on and make me breakfast.”
“Yes Mistress Julie.” I lock the ankle restraints on and make juice and toast. I hold the tray while Mistress Julie sits on the side of the bed and eats. After breakfast she gets dressed and we go outside. She watches while I start the patio wall with the stones I collected. After lunch I gather more stones for the patio wall. At dusk, I take a shower and prepare dinner. Master Arnold and Mistress Susan tell of their day sightseeing. Mistress Julie has me tell of my day. After dinner, Mistress Julie prepares a bowl for me while I clean up the table and the kitchen and return to the living room. They’re sitting on the sofa talking and smoking. I stand with my hands behind my back and wait.
Mistress Julie looks over at me. “Do you see your food bowl?”
It’s across the living room. “Yes Mistress Julie.”
“Put 35 pounds of weight on the sled, tie your cock to the sled, put the clothespins on your nipples, and crawl to your dinner.”
“Yes Mistress Julie.” I kneel down, tie the end of the rope to my cock, put the weights on the sled, clip the weighted clothespins to my nipples, and slowly crawl to my dinner. The weights swing from my nipples as I make my way across the room. I’m about a foot away from the food bowl when Master Arnold gets up, picks up the bowl, and puts it on the other side of the living room.
Mistress Susan and Mistress Julie laugh. I sigh, turn around, and slowly crawl to the bowl. As I get nearer I expect someone to move it again, but they let me get to it. My cock aches and my nipples are on fire as I devour my dinner. After I finish I remain on my hands and knees.
Mistress Julie commands, “Untie yourself, and clean up the mess. Leave the clothespins on.”
I untie myself from the sled, and bring the bowl to the kitchen. I clean my face and clean up the food in the living room. I stand with my hands behind my back and wait. The weights tug on my sore nipples. Mistress Julie commands, “Slave, kneel before us and hold an ashtray.”
“Yes Mistress Julie.” I kneel down and Mistress Julie hands me an ashtray.
Mistress Susan swings one of the nipple weights with her finger. “Do you like your jewelry, slave?”
I wince. “Yes Mistress Susan.”
Mistress Susan smiles. “Maybe we should get your nipples pierced. Then you could wear nipple jewelry all the time. Would you like that, slave?”
I shudder. “No Mistress Susan.”
Mistress Susan and Mistress Julie finish their cigarettes. Master Arnold and Mistress Susan go to their room. Mistress Julie commands, “Clean the ashtray and wait for me in my room.”
“Yes Mistress Julie.” I get up and clean the ashtray in the kitchen. I put the ashtray in the living room and go into Mistress Julie’s room. I stand in the corner with my hands behind my back.
Mistress Julie comes in wearing a robe. She wiggles the weights with her fingers. She takes the clothespins off. The pain is intense as the red rushes into my nipples. It’s all I can do to keep from screaming. She hands me the leather cock sheath, and I go to the bathroom to put it on. I return to the room, and she unlocks the ankle restraints and ties my wrists behind my back. She gets into bed. “Get in bed with me.” She pats the bed.
I get in bed next to her. She lights a cigarette and blows smoke in my face while I suck on her nipple. After she finishes the cigarette she uses the vibrator to get three or four orgasms. She French kisses me for a while, turns out the light, and we go to relax.
I wake up, carefully get out of bed, and kneel by the side of the bed.
Mistress Julie wakes up, and looks at me. She rolls over and pats me on the head. She sits on the side of the bed, unties my wrists, and unbuckles the cock sheath.
Mistress Julie commands. “Put the ankle restraints back on and make me breakfast.”
“Yes Mistress Julie.” I lock the ankle restraints on and make juice and toast. I hold the tray while Mistress Julie sits on the side of the bed and eats. After breakfast she gets dressed and we go outside. She watches while I finish the patio wall with the stones I collected.
After she eats lunch, I fold the lounge and follow her through the woods. We walk until we reach a small clearing. “Set the lounge up there.”
“Yes Mistress Julie.” I set the lounge up.
Mistress Julie is standing by a couple of trees. “Come over here, slave.”
“Yes Mistress Julie.” I walk over. There’s two heavy ropes, knotted every foot or so, each hanging from a branch.
Mistress Julie commands, “Pull the branches down.”
I pull on the first rope. The branch bends downward. I pull until Mistress Julie catches a knot in the end of the rope through a thick o-ring welded to a rod staked into the ground. We do the same with the other rope. Mistress Julie commands, “Turn around and face the lounge.”
“Yes Mistress Julie.” I turn around and face the lounge.
Mistress Julie kneels down and ties my ankles to the o-ring stakes. She stands up and ties my wrists to the heavy ropes. A knot in the heavy ropes keeps me from pulling my wrists down. She lights a cigarette and stands in front of me. “I’ll bet you can guess what happens next, slave.”
“Yes Mistress Julie. You release the heavy ropes from the o-rings and the branches stretch my body.”
Mistress Julie blows smoke in my face. “Good guess slave, but not quite. You release the heavy ropes yourself on my command by tugging on them hard.” She clips weighted clothespins on my nipples. “I so love seeing you wear your nipple jewelry.” She swings the weights with her finger. “Release the ropes.”
I pull as hard as I can on the heavy ropes. The knots slip out of the o-rings. The branches pull my arms and body taut. I try to pull on the ropes and I can barely budge them.
Mistress Julie lies down on the lounge, opens a book, and reads. Every so often she looks over the book at me.
The branches pull on my arms and body. I watch Mistress Julie read.
Later that afternoon, Master Arnold and Mistress Susan come into the clearing. Mistress Susan walks over to me. She runs her hands along my arms and sides. She turns to Mistress Julie. “Wow Julie, these branches are stretching him tight. How long have you had him like this?”
Mistress Julie looks at her watch. “A bit over three hours.”
Mistress Susan turns to me. “Are you enjoying yourself, slave?”
“No Mistress Susan.”

Mistress Susan swings the weights with her finger. “And after Julie went to all this trouble just for you.” She slaps my cock hard several times. “Thank Mistress Julie, slave.”
“Thank you Mistress Julie for going to so much trouble for me.”
Mistress Susan lights a cigarette and stands in front of me. “You can’t move, can you slave?”
“No Mistress Susan.”
Mistress Susan takes a puff of her cigarette. “So if I were to burn you with this cigarette, you couldn’t stop me, could you slave?”
“No Mistress Susan, I couldn’t.”
Mistress Julie gets up from the lounge, lights a cigarette, and comes over to me. She takes the clothespins off my nipples. I yelp as the red rushes back into my nipples.
Mistress Julie takes a puff of her cigarette. “Slave, beg me to burn your nipple with my cigarette.”
“Mistress Julie, please burn my nipple with your cigarette.”
Mistress Julie cups her hand to her ear. “What’s that? I can’t hear you.”
I speak louder. “Mistress Julie, please burn my nipple with your cigarette.”
“That doesn’t sound like begging, slave. Try again.”
“Please Mistress Julie, please burn my nipple with your cigarette.”
Mistress Julie takes a puff of her cigarette. “Slave, I’m giving you one more chance.”
“Please Mistress Julie, I beg you, please burn my nipple with your cigarette.”
Well, since you begged so nicely.” Mistress Julie takes a puff of her cigarette and holds the lit end against my nipple for what seemed like forever. I scream.
Mistress Julie turns to Mistress Susan. “Would you like to burn slave’s nipple?”
“Um, no, not really.”
Mistress Julie turns to me. “Isn’t that cute, slave. Your wife still has some tender feelings for you.” She takes a puff of her cigarette and burns my other nipple. “But I don’t.”
Mistress Susan leaves the clearing. Master Arnold and Mistress Julie follow behind her. My nipples sting for a while, but the pain subsides. Sometime later Master Arnold returns and unties me from the heavy ropes and stakes. I pick up the lounge and we return to the cabin. I take a shower and prepare dinner. There’s not much conversation at the table. After dinner Master Arnold and Mistress Susan retire to their room.
Mistress Julie puts the bowl on the floor by the dining room table. I get on my hands and knees and eat my dinner. I clean up the table and kitchen and go into the living room. No one is there. I go into Mistress Julie’s bedroom. She’s sitting on the side of the bed, wearing a robe, and smoking a cigarette. I stand in the corner with my hands behind my back and wait.
Mistress Julie puts her cigarette out. “Susan and Arnold think I was too cruel to you today. They were ready to pack up and leave tonight, but I promised them I wouldn’t burn you with a cigarette anymore. Come over here.”
“Yes Mistress Julie.”
Mistress Julie unlocks the ankle restraints. “Go stand by the foot of the bed.”
“Yes Mistress Julie.”
Mistress Julie ties my wrists behind my back and lashes my cock to the footboard. She gags me with a leather ball gag. She kneels on the floor and ties my ankles together. She gets up and rubs her hands on my shoulders and chest. “You look so helpless and vulnerable bound to my footboard.” She smacks my bottom with her palm. “I’m going to leave you tied like that all night. Try to stay awake, slave.” She laughs. “You wouldn’t want to lose your balance and rip your cock off.”
Mistress Julie gets the weighted clothespins and clips them to my nipples. “I don’t want anyone to say I’m too cruel. These clothespins should help you stay awake, slave.”
Mistress Julie takes off her robe, and gets into bed. She pulls a vibrator from her nightstand and gives herself four or five orgasms. She turns out the light and pulls the covers over her.
The stinging pain in my nipples keeps me awake for a long time. I’m surprised to hear Mistress Julie snoring. I catch myself falling arelax when I feel the pulling of my cock. The night drags on until the sun peeks in the window. The room gets brighter and brighter.
Mistress Julie gets up. She goes to the bathroom, and comes over to me. She smacks my back and bottom a few times with a cat-o-nine tails whip. “That’s for not kneeling by the side of the bed.” She unties me from the footboard. She leaves the leather ball gag on. “Lock the ankle restraints on and get my breakfast.”
I lock the ankle restraints on and get Mistress Julie’s juice and toast. I hold the tray while she sits on the side of the bed and eats. After she finishes, I take the tray back to the kitchen. I return to the bedroom.
Mistress Julie commands, “We’re going back to the beach. Get the stuff and let’s go.”
I get the beach bag and the picnic basket and head for the dock. We row over to the island. I set up the blanket, put sunscreen on Mistress Julie, and kneel on the corner of the blanket. The sun feels nice on my back and shoulders. Even though I’m relaxy I’m feeling better. After lunch I’m too relaxy to keep kneeling and I fall over. I wake up with a sharp kick to my bottom.
I hear Mistress Julie command, “Get up, slave.” I’m groggy and it takes a little effort to stand up.
Mistress Julie is standing with her hands on her hips. “You’re supposed to be worshiping me slave, not relaxing. Instead of enjoying the sun, I have to waste time punishing you. Go turn the rowboat on its side.” I go to the rowboat and turn it over.
Mistress Julie commands, “Lay down with your head next to the boat.”
I lay down on the sand by the side of the boat.
Mistress Julie spreads my arms apart and ties my wrists to the boat seats. She stands up next to me. “You want to relax so bad, fine. Sleep all afternoon.” She bends over, slaps my cock several times, and walks off. I must have fallen arelax. In what seems like no time, Mistress Julie is kicking my thigh. “Wake up, slave.” My wrists are still bound to the boat, but the gag’s been taken off. My skin is tingling, and I’m sure my face, chest, and legs are sunburned.
“Yes Mistress Julie,” I croak hoarsely.
“You sound awful slave. Would you like something to take?”
“Yes Mistress Julie.”
Mistress Julie looks in the picnic basket. “Sorry slave, there’s no water left. Oh wait, I know.” She comes back over to me. “Open your mouth, slave.”
“Yes Mistress Julie.” I open my mouth.
Mistress Julie pees on my face and chest. "I'm going to take a little walk. When I get back, I'll untie you." The pee dries before Mistress Julie returns. She unties me and commands, "Pack up."
I fold the blanket and put the beach bad and basket in the boat. I row us back to the dock, and take the bag and basket to the cabin. Master Arnold and Mistress Susan are waiting by the back door.
Mistress Susan glares at Mistress Julie. “My god Julie, what did you do to Steve?"
Mistress Julie tries to walk past Mistress Susan. “We went to the beach. I guess slave got a little too much sun." Mistress Susan gets between Mistress Julie and the door. "You guess? His chest is already red. I thought I told you I didn't want you torturing him anymore."
Mistress Julie grins. "I didn’t burn him with a cigarette, just like I promised."
Mistress Susan puts her hands on her hips. "Wipe that smile off your face bitch, before I wipe it off for you. I thought I could trust you with Steve, but it’s obvious that I can’t." She turns to me. "Go inside and get dressed. Arnold's already packed the van. There’s an outfit for you in our bedroom." She turns back to Mistress Susan. “We’re leaving. I wanted to say thanks for letting us stay here, but now I won’t."
I went inside and got dressed. When I came out into the living room, Susan kissed Arnold goodbye and we went out to the van. She turned to me and asked, "Can you drive, Steve?"
"I don’t think so, Susan."
"My poor baby. Let’s get you home."
We only stopped once on the way home, to get gas and burn cream. Susan rubbed the cream all over my face, chest, arms, and legs before she went to bed. I slept into the next afternoon. My sunburn wasn’t too bad. I only had to take one extra day off before it healed enough for me to go back to work.
Susan didn’t dominate me again. After a few months, I missed it. I suspect Susan knew, because she surprised me one day. She called the strip club I frequented and hired one of the dancers to come over to our house to dominate and sexually tease me.

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Blackmailed Couple


Chapter One: The Beginning - Seduction

My wife Anna has always been a very sexual woman; I knew that before starting a relationship with her, but I never had any idea that things could go the way they did. She's a very outgoing permister, always making friends; and with her good looks, she's never lacking for attention. Before I'd met her, she'd been hungry for the attention and often dabred with men she knew. She lived across the street from me, and her flower loved playing with my two misters who were about the same age of 6. We'd ended up together, and life was good. She knew I loved her, and I knew she loved me. We married and bought a house together; things were never dull, and things continued to go well in bed even after being married a year.

But there came a time when temptation became strong for her; considering how attractive she was, and all of the attention she got from successful businessmen in her line of work, it's hard to blame her. She was used to having attention. I never really tried to stop her flirting, even though at times it really got to me.

Temptation overwhelmed her when an attractive and fit older executive made it known to her that he wanted to play. He had the money to get a hotel room during the day, close to her office; after taking her out for lunch periodically over a few weeks, the day came when he made his move. He was smooth, strong and confident....and she fell.

Everything about him appealed to her; his confidence, his good looks, his executive position....and he had a dominance about him that made it just too hard for her to say "no". She was nervous at the hotel, terrified of being found out...but even that appealed to her, the anxiety and excitement. His seduction was complete, and he spent a solid two hours pleasuring her in knowing ways.

She was late getting back to work, but she had cushion for long lunches with her position. She felt a very strong feeling of guilt, especially since she loved me so much; despite how good this man made her feel though, she swore it would never happen again.

Chapter Two: Blackmail – The pictures and the cost.

Anna is a beautiful woman, and very fit for a woman in her mid-thirties. She's about 5'6", shoulder length blonde hair, a slim but well proportioned body, and a face that smiles so much it's contagious.

Three days after her one time affair in which she cheated on the man she loved, she received a large envelope via courier at work. She was horrified at what was inside. Pictures.....not high quality, appearing to have been printed from a video....but very clear pictures all the same. Pictures of her clearly enjoying the time she spent with the executive...and very graphic, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her face turned white, and she was lucky to have not ******. There was a note inside, typed very professionally; quickly stuffing the 10 pictures back into the envelope, she read what it said.

"Anna. I know this is a shock to you, but you need to read all of this completely through, and take your time in thinking about it. This can turn out ok for you, but only if you follow the instructions to the letter. If you don't, then I'm confident that you know what will happen. These are just a few of the highlighted photos from the 'nooner' that you gave to me, quite willingly I might add. There is a full video of your cheating, and there's no doubt in my mind that your husband would be devastated if he saw what you've done."

She paused in the reading, her mind so completely blown. "This can't be happening. Please God, no, this can't be happening." Part of her wanted to break down and start crying, but she was just in too much shock.

"I am a man with very special desires, Anna. I enjoyed you so completely, and see the potential to have so much more of what I want. I'm not going to leave it to chance, on whether or not I get what I want. I'm going to take what I want. And you are going to give me what I want. I know that once you've had a chance to think this through, you will understand that doing what I say is the only way to come out of this ok. I will not harm you, and your life can be normal, as long as you obey me. I am going to take my time with you, so for the moment you can take your own time in thinking this through. I do want you to know that next Monday, we will be together again."

It was Thursday; she'd had the affair on Monday, and had thought that Mark (the executive) had understood that this was a one-time event. He'd seemed so 'normal', and understanding that this couldn't continue. Everything he'd done had seemed right, and she thought they had a common bond in this, knowing that it was just a moment. Her insides were tumbling, her hands visibly shaking as she continued reading.

"Look nice for me on Monday. I will be in your parking lot at precisely 1 o'clock, and expect you to come to my Lexus immediately. Get into the car, and do not say a word. I want your eyes low, not looking at me. Expect to be gone for a couple of hours again. And Anna.... Do not tell anyone about this. If I have even the slightest hint that you've said anything, or if you do not follow these instructions explicitly... then your life will definitely change, not for the better."

There was a P.S. at the end.... "PS: everything I know about your husband indicates that he would not have pity on you at this point; I don't recommend trying to come clean with him. And even if you think he would understand...keep in mind that he's not the only one that would learn of your slutty ways."

My wife read the letter again, and this time the tears came out. She was devastated. She quickly put everything back into the envelope and hid it in her briefcase. The rest of the day was a blur; she couldn't focus on any of her work, and all she could do was think and think and think about what she could do. But she could come up with no possible ways out. It was just too solid. She knew there was no other way than to do as he wanted.

Over the weekend, she even started to convince herself that this might not be as bad as it seemed; Mark would want to have her for a while, maybe she could even enjoy the sex like she did on their one and only time. Maybe he would tire of her quickly, and then she could go back to the normal life that she craved so much with the man she loved.

Chapter Three: Deeper Submission – Bondage, and more photos.

Monday came too quickly. The weekend was almost non-existent to her, and her anxiety was so strong she felt as if she was on some kind of bad medication. Sunday night, she was overwhelmingly needy of her husband, wanting him to cuddle her tightly all night.

I didn't know what had gotten into her, just thinking she was needing love more than usual. That was ok with me; I've been in love with her deeply, and it's always felt good when I've felt that she needs me.

Monday morning, I remember commenting to her about how good she looked. I also remember her not really saying much, her mind preoccupied with guilt over what she was about to do again. She did look nice; she was wearing a very low cut blouse, and one of her shorter skirts that she wears when she's in a flirtatious mood. She'd made sure to get up early, which should have been another sign to me that something was wrong....she never gets up early! But she got up to have plenty of time to shave her legs, and her makeup was immaculate for a Monday morning. She was also wearing a heavy dose of cologne.....

She was jittery at work all morning; absentminded, not quite getting anything right. As 1 o'clock approached, it seemed like time crawled. And then it was time.

She left word with the office that she had a luncheon, and that she'd probably be back a little later than normal. In the parking lot, his car was easy to spot. Taking a deep breath, she made her way to the passenger side, and got in.

The instructions were clear in her mind, and she was actually glad that she wasn't to look or speak. The silence was uncomfortable, but there are worse things than sitting in silence.

Half way to the hotel, as she assumed that's where they were going, he spoke to her.

"You've done well, Anna." His tone was strong, and almost sounded humored. His cocky confidence burned inside of her.... But interestingly enough, she also knew that was part of what had originally attracted her to him. "You look nice, and you smell delicious. So I can assume that you've kept this all to yourself, yes?" As he spoke, his hand had reached over to confidently stroke her smooth bare leg.

She wanted to spit her answer out at him, but was already feeling subdued. This situation was really tearing her up inside. "yes. You know I haven't said a word to anyone." Her words were meek, soft....almost humble.

"Good girl." His hand grasped her leg firmly, almost possessively. "Nice, nice....your legs are so nice and smooth." Then he went silent for the rest of the way.

She was right, they arrived at the same hotel; he led the way in, striding confidently to the elevator, knowing that she was following along closely, obediently. Opening the door to the room, he reached back and grasped her wrist firmly although gently, pulling her in after him. Letting go of her at the foot of the bed, he continued on over to the window and stared out. Without turning back to her, he spoke.

"Anna, do you understand the predicament that you're in?" Her response was a single "Yes", soft and humble. "Anna............... I'm going to do things to you. I have a darkness inside that I am going to unleash on you. Do you understand?"

My wife has always been affected by words of that nature; despite her fear, despite the actual situation....she realized that she was becoming aroused. "I understand" she whispered back.

"Good. Take off your clothing, right now. Don't hesitate, and do it quickly. Do not try to be seductive, or lady-like... remove your clothing." He turned abruptly to watch arrogantly.

His tone was commanding, and it shouldn't have shocked her, but it did. She knew what to do though, and stripped quickly. She hadn't realized how intense it would feel, to stand 'simply', completely nude in front of a commanding presence like this. Mark was standing there completely clothed in his suit, watching her strip down to nothing. There was an overwhelming feeling of being self conscious, and her cheeks suddenly flushed from the embarrassment of standing there like that. He paused for the longest time, making sure that she was uncomfortable.

"Put your hands behind your head, Anna." His words were suddenly condescending, and she obeyed with the sensation of being a young all of a sudden. It hit her like a brick as she realized that her labia was beginning to swell with signs of arousal....she could feel it, and feared that he could see it.

He stood there looking at her even longer, slightly cocking his head as his eyes roamed her body so completely. She felt ***d, and he hadn't even touched her yet. It seemed to her as if this wasn't the same man that she'd willingly let bed her just a week ago.

It almost startled her when he walked toward her, and then around her. He was studying her body so intently that it almost seemed he'd never seen her naked. Behind her, he pulled her arms down behind her back, and from out of nowhere he had a self-adhesive ace bandage that he began wrapping slowly around her arms. He took his time, binding them together...not too tightly, but firmly. She was very aware of how helpless she was now, and very aware of how this position caused her to jut her chest forward, accenting her bare breast. When he was done, he reached down and grasped her bare ass, making an "Mmmmm" sound, approving of her fit body. Walking around to the front, he studied her again to view his handiwork. "Spread your legs apart, Anna. Wider. Yes, just a little more.... There we go, yes, that's the position I want to see."

She felt so open, so vulnerable. Her face was burning, and she realized how lewd this must look to someone looking at her. And then the offense was almost too much, as he pulled out an expensive looking digital camera. Her eyes pleaded, and she broke her silence to whisper out a "please no".

He silenced her with a look that was full of venom, and then began taking pictures of her standing there like that. Her eyes were on the floor, but as he took the pictures, he had her look up, making eye contact with the lens.

"There now, that's a good little girl. These will add nicely to my collection of photos of you." She wanted to cry, but couldn't get away from that fact that her body was flushed and aroused from this. Her nipples were hard, standing straight out from her breast that was thrust forward. He put the camera down and slowly walked over to stand in front of her, overly close as he towered over her. For the first time, one of his strong hands reached down to feel between her spread legs, feeling the wetness that was revealing her desire. He chuckled. "My my.... The little slut is enjoying this, isn't she?"

Anna didn't answer; her eyes had gone down in shame, mixed with her need... her breathing was strong, and she couldn't understand what was happening inside of her. Suddenly he turned her and bent her over the bed, using her hair to manipulate her into the position he wanted. He slapped her ass, and she seemed to automatically understand that she was meant to arch her back and lift her ass. He seemed to approve, and dropping his pants he quickly entered her from behind.

It was a usage. He was using her, hard and fast. My wife couldn't help but gasp; not necessarily from the rough entry, more from the fullness of being filled by his large cock. She started panting, even moaning a little. She's always enjoyed being taken from behind, being one of her favorite positions... he may not have even had that knowledge, but he was doing exactly what makes her need the most. Roughly from behind, being plowed and used, she fell into lust. Her arms still bound behind her brought a new sensation to her... one of being helpless, used, and ***d in an archaic way. She didn't know if he was aware of her release, but she new it had happened. And soon she felt his own release as the liquid heat spilled into her. She was flooded, ***d...and very aware of her unfaithfulness to her husband yet again. This time however, she tried to comfort herself with thoughts of how it had been ***.

He pulled out slowly, letting her feel every inch as he vacated her most private of areas. She was aware of the wetness that was dripping out of her, knowing that he'd really placed a large load inside of her. "Stay right there." His tone was soft, but firm. She didn't move, too exhausted and full of shame; her eyes were closed, but then opened when she realized what he was doing... the sound of the camera snapped, and she saw the flash as he captured close up shots of the cum running out of her. He took a few more, and this time the tears that welled up in her eyes began to slowly trickle down her face.

He leaned down to halfway lay on the bed beside her, his face near to hers. He watched her face with a half smile, so confident in what he'd done to her. One hand reached out to idly stroke her side, reaching under to touch her bare breast, then slowly making its way to touch her hair, pulling loose strands away from her face. "You belong to me now, you know. I can see the understanding in your red eyes. You know, don't you."

She closed her eyes, shame overwhelming her mind. With her eyes closed, she whispered out to him. "Why are you doing this to me?"

He chuckled with his confidence again. "Anna, Anna..." condescending again, making her realize that he had all of the power. "You aren't an innocent. You cheated on your husband, don't you remember?" She shook her head, wanting it all to go away. "Oh yes, yes you did. You came to this same hotel just the other day, with me. You came here, and you opened up to me with desire. You wanted to get laid, you wanted to be fucked. I saw this in you then, I saw the potential. And I decided that I would take what I wanted, giving you what you need inside at the same time. You have no choice in this now, so you can give in and enjoy your descent into darkness. You can spread your legs for me, and let it happen, just like you did a minute ago. At this point, I own you. And I will use you, a lot Anna." He was silent for a minute, as he continued to touch her, to stroke her bareness. Then he added something that might have given her a little comfort. "You will be safe, little slut, as long as you obey me. Learn to trust me, and you will be ok. But I warn you....do not try to interfere with your destiny. Do this my way, and my way only....or all of these pictures will go to your husband. You'll hurt him deeply that way. Life will never be the same for you, but you have a chance to keep it from being bad."

He stood up, and began to release her arms. "Now, go to the restroom; you have a few minutes to clean up, and then I'm taking you back to work; I will let you know when I'm ready to continue. Make sure you obey me." She stood up, bringing her arms around to cross self-consciously in front of her breast. He stopped her before she took a step to the restroom, one hand grasping an arm strongly, the other cupping her chin to make eye contact with her. "Do you understand Anna, that I own you?" Her humble nod wasn't enough for him. "Then say it."

Tears welled up again, but her nipples hardened as a chill went through her. "I understand."

"What do you understand, Anna?" again, the condescending tone as he made her state what she was beginning to understand for real.

Her voice was soft, humble. "I understand that you own me." A tear trickled down her cheek.

As she made her way to the bathroom, she heard him state in his strong voice "You have a lot to learn, little slut. There's no turning back, you know."

Chapter Four:

Learning to obey – the show of enjoying.

Three days later, Anna received another envelope via courier. It was Thursday morning, and she had just settled into the normal routine of the morning. Normal, considering the turmoil that she'd been going through. Monday, after Mark had dropped her back off at work, she'd been very aware of her ***. She'd pulled way back from me that night, telling me that she'd had a bad day and was in a bad mood. She spent the night doing some cleaning, just odd jobs; she was in 'automatic mode', not even remembering half of the things she'd been doing. Just keeping busy, not wanting to talk to me, not wanting me close to her. Her mind was flustered, going over and over her situation, trying to figure out what she could do.

Over the next few days, she didn't hear a word from the man who'd taken control of her. She withdrew into herself, eventually coming to the conclusion that she was trapped. She was also struggling with the feelings that all of this was creating inside of her; it bothered her that she continued to get aroused...aroused!! at the way he'd treated her, at the way she'd been blackmailed and ***d. It didn't make sense to her, and she was having a hard time reconciling that in herself as well.

She opened the envelope, and wasn't really surprised to see a high quality printout of a couple of the images that Mark had taken of her. One showed her standing there naked, shortly after she'd arrived at the hotel. Her eyes were looking right into the camera; it wasn't a flattering photo, not posed which kept her body from looking firm and young. The other photo was one of her bent over the bed, her ass standing up, fresh from being fucked. It was very graphic, with her labia still spread open from having a large cock in her, and there was a large quantity of cum running out, dripping.... Just like some of the hardcore photos she'd seen online.

Of course, there was a note as well.

"Drive yourself to the hotel, promptly at 12:30 today. Room 634, and it will be open. Enter, remove your clothing right there at the door. Keep your eyes on me the entire time; I will be on the bed. Walk to me, and I want you to exude lust. Crawl to me from the end of the bed, slowly, and then kiss me with passion. Anna, convince me that the passion is real. I'm not playing a game; convince me. You know the consequences."

Her heart was pounding. What he was asking...no, telling her to do.... It was almost too much. Despite how much she'd been preparing herself for the next encounter, this caught her off guard. It was so much easier, thinking that the control was gone. But here he was, making her act out as if she wanted this. It vaguely passed in her mind that this must be how a whore feels with a complete stranger.

The morning went too fast. Way too fast. Noon was upon her, and she knew she needed to get going soon.

She arrived at the hotel a little early, and sat nervously in the car for a while, trying desperately to compose herself. Finally she took a deep breath and went in.

Room 634 was cracked open, just as he'd said. The curtains were drawn, and only one light was on in the room, right by the bed. She could see Mark sitting up in the bed, propped up comfortably by pillows. She noted that his top was bare, showing his well built chest; the rest of his body was under the covers. She paused for a moment, but didn't take her eyes off of him, as he'd instructed. She stripped slowly, taking the time to carefully fold her clothing, keeping it from getting all wrinkled like last time. Once she was naked, she slowly walked to the foot of the bed; her eyes were locked on his, and she began to feel right in her seductive style. She ***ly licked her lips, as she crawled like a cat on all fours up the bed to him, preparing her lips for a kiss. She knew he meant it, that he wanted a sensual kiss.............and after all she'd been through, she was determined to give him exactly what he wanted.

Her lips approached his, her bare breast lightly brushing against the hair on his chest....she paused briefly, and then went in, kissing him with passion, pretending in her mind that this was all there was in life.

It was a long kiss; and when it was done, he gave away another of his cocky smiles. "Well now, I'm impressed. I expected to have to punish you harshly; I had no idea that you had it in you to do that. But maybe this is what you want, no?"

My wife knew better than to answer. She wisely kept her mouth shut, and was suddenly aware of how she was breathing hard, her bare breast rising and falling seductively.

Mark brought her into the covers with him. There was nothing harsh about anything he did; he made love to her. It was passionate, heated, and even tender at times. A few times he would whisper to her, reminding her to "convince" him. She knew what he meant, and never strayed from being a lover to him. And it was impossible for her not to release; in fact, she came several times, strongly.

He was lying beside her, his arms around her in the afterglow. "You've done well, Anna. You have it in you, to make me know that you want this. I like that. I intend for you to want this; to need this. I'm not going to stop until your mind is so twisted into needing my control, needing me."

Silence for a while, and then his arousal returned.... Her legs opened up to him, and he took her yet again. This time however, his whispers were harsher, bringing up thoughts that took her back to the offense of this again. "Your husband. Say his name." She resisted at first, but his whispers continued as he plunged into her. "Say it. Say your husband's name."

"Please." She looked into his eyes, genuinely pleading, wanting him to stop hurting her inside. His glare was unwavering, and he repeated his demand. "Eddie."

"Again."

"Eddie."

He continued with this, as he plowed into her, taking her roughly, twisting her need all up with the shame and offense of being reminded of how she was being unfaithful. His whispers continued. "What would he think of this, hmm? His sweet little wife, that he loves so much, being a wanton slut in bed with another man. Her legs so spread, so full inside of another man's cock. Obeying him in every way, no matter what it is that's demanded of her. What would he say, hmm?"

He fucked her harder and harder as his whispers came out, and she suddenly found herself cumming hard with all of this in her mind. Her groaning and moaning turned loud with her release, and then it turned to crying. Crying hard.

He left her there, in the bed; he told her to stay there while he dressed. He made sure she was aware of the video camera that had been mildly concealed; his smile was cocky again, as he held it up for her to see. "Remember your entry into the room? I'd say that will make a wonderful video to prove that you want this. Don't cross me Anna. Make sure you obey me. You're my little slut now, right? Say it."

Her tears had stopped flowing hard, but were still fresh on her face. Her voice was subdued, full of defeat. "I'm your little slut."

"Am I your Master, slut?"

The tears were coming down again, shame flooding her mind so completely. "Yes." Her voice was so soft and meek. "You are my Master."

"Good girl. And you're my special little whore." With that degrading statement, he turned and left the room.

She stayed in the bed for another 20 minutes, crying, before getting up to clean herself and leave.

Chapter Five:

More obedience – the start of bringing this home.

Friday night, she spent some time with me. She apologized for being so distant lately, and she was so loving. The guilt inside had been tearing her up, and she realized that she was distancing me too much. It was a good evening, and I was back to feeling the love that I knew she had for me. We had gone to bed early, and were enjoying a lot of touching and foreplay.... She hadn't made love to me for over a week now, and this felt so good and right.

Suddenly the phone rang. It wasn't really late, so neither of us thought much about it. She rolled over and answered it.

"Anna. Are you alone where you can talk?" It was Mark.

She worked hard to keep from stiffening visibly, although her insides went insane with panic. "No." She didn't know what else to say, no way to tell him that her husband was right there in bed with her. She clamped the phone tight against her hear, desperately hoping to muffle the sound so it wasn't understandable to me.

"I understand, and was prepared for that." His voice had dropped softly; he was aware. "I will keep this short and sweet. Tomorrow, 2PM, alone at the park off of 7 Highway." It was a secluded park, but not too far away. "Park at the main entrance. Maybe tell him that you're going to the store or something. Tonight, tell him this call is work; a client is needing a file that only you know where it is... so quickly think of something to tell me, maybe in someone's filing cabinet or something."

She was thankful that he'd thought this through, because she was so flustered that she could feel her skin heating up. "It's in the back room, filed under 'Grundy'." She knew she was stiff, and needed to loosen up to make the call seem real.

"Good girl. 2PM, be prompt. I'll only keep you 30 minutes, so you can plan accordingly."

She loosened up as best as she could, trying to add a chuckle. "No problem, I hope you find it."

He laughed softly. "I will find it. Just be there, my little slut." And then hung up.

"Who was that?" I asked innocently.

"Just work, Gerri was working late on a special project, and needed a file. She felt bad about calling at this time of night."

I didn't think twice about it, and moved back in on her. "Now where were we....?"

She tried so hard to not let her anxiety overcome her, but she was messed up. All the same, we made love; but her mind was on what had just happened. Mark had called her at home; how he got her number, she didn't know. But at least he'd been careful. After a while, she was able to satisfy me, and managed to fake satisfaction for herself. She laid awake for hours on that night.

Saturday, she made her excuse, and was at the park at 2PM. Mark pulled up beside her, and motioned for her to get into his car. He laughed his confident laugh, telling her that he knew how much that must have terrified her last night. "You can see though, that I'm careful, and that you will be safe if you keep your head and obey me explicitly."

After a moment's silence, he unzipped his pants. "I wanted to meet you today for one purpose, and you know what that is. I just want to make sure you're reminded of what you are."

Anna's stomach sank, and yes, she knew what was expected of her. As she started to lean down to give him her mouth, he stopped her. "Before you complete your duty, I need to hear what you are. What are you, Anna?"

The presentation was sinking deeply into her, and he continued to remind her. Her answer was soft and meek. "I'm your slut."

"And my cocksucking whore. That's what you are right this minute, isn't it. Say it."

"god. I'm your cocksucking whore."

"Look into my eyes when you say it, Anna."

She looked up at him, his eyes locking hers to him. "I'm your cocksucking whore."

"Good girl. Now show me what you are."

She leaned forward, completely subdued, and took him into her mouth. He talked her through it, teaching her how to do it to please him. She did her job well, and brought him off in a short time. He'd told her, as she sucked him, that he expected her to swallow all of him, and she did. This wasn't something that she did often with me, and so the impact to her mind was strong. A strong sense of ***, and she knew the taste would stay with her for quite a while.

He zipped up his pants, and began to explain a task for her that he'd come up with for the weekend. "You have a task to accomplish before Monday. You have tonight and tomorrow night; you may think this is going to be impossible, but it's not. I expect you to deliver. I want you to use your mouth to pleasure your husband, just as you've done just now for me. I know you have a digital camera, and I expect you to convince him to take some very nasty photos of you doing....including a good shot of his cum on your tongue, just before you swallow it." He paused for this to sink in to her. He could see the look of shock on her face, and the fear from what he was wanting from her. "I know you can do this... the best way to handle this will be to plan it....to have the camera nearby when you do it, perhaps beside the bed. Tell him, while you're sucking him. Tell him you want him to take the pictures. He'll do it, you know he will. And when he comes close to releasing, tell him that you want the picture of his cum in you. Make him know it....make him do it."

"God." She didn't know what to say, but even as she thought it through, she knew it was possible.

"Anna, this is not a request... make it happen. I recommend trying tonight, in case something goes wrong; that way you'll have tomorrow to try again. Do you understand me, Anna?"

Her answer was defeated and submissive; she knew there was no way around it. "Yes. I understand".

"And Anna... I expect to see the proof. At least two photos, printed in full size on good glossy paper. One of them must be the shot of cum in your mouth, on your face. You will bring those to me on Monday at lunch. This is an example of your being a whore for me, Anna."

Her stomach had sunk hard, realizing that all of this could be done, but that it was going to take effort...and that her mind was going to be focused on what she was doing for her new Master. She was also aware of the moment; the taste of him in her mouth still, and that she was going home to her husband after having just sucked off another man. His reference to her as a whore was really sinking in.

"Now, before you leave, thank me for letting you suck my cock."

With her eyes so low, she started to thank him; but he stopped her, demanding that she look into his eyes when she said it.

"Thank you Master, for letting me suck your cock."

"And you will be my obedient whore this weekend, won't you. Say it. All of it."

She continued looking into his eyes as she complied with his demands. "I'll be your obedient whore this weekend. I'll do what you've told me."

"Good girl." He smiled and touched her cheek. "Now go, go home to your husband with my taste in your mouth. Keep my taste there for as long as you can. I want you thinking about me while you're there with him."

Chapter Six:

More at home – involving her husband.

That night I was in for a surprise. I didn't know what had brought on this behavior in Anna, but I have to admit that I loved it. She'd started earlier in the day after coming back from shopping, hinting that she was in the mood to be a little wild tonight. She continued telling me here and there that she was feeling naughty, even a bit nasty.

After my shower that night, I was lying in bed reading; I didn't really pay attention much to her as she was getting ready for bed, but my attention came to her fully when I felt her breath on my stomach just above my shorts. I looked down to see her mischievous smile; she took her time teasing me, making me want. 10 minutes into her sucking me, she reached down and handed me the digital camera... I was shocked; we'd played with the digital camera in the past, but I was always the one initiating it, and it was always just to take candid cheesecake shots of her half naked. Now suddenly she was offering to let me take some hardcore shots of her sucking me! I took a few shots, and she was wicked for the camera, making eye contact with the lens, acting so much like a slut in heat. It didn't take long for her to build me to the point of release; she knew it when I was ready, and told me that she wanted me to keep taking pictures after I let go. I was past the point of being in shock about it, and reveled in the wildness that she was displaying. It was rare for her to suck me to completion, and I was more than willing to take the pictures to capture it forever.

I let go, and she sucked and sucked... she took some of it on her face, smearing it around her face with my cock... her hand touched mine, the hand that had the camera, reminding me to keep taking the photos; just like in the porn movies, she opened her mouth for the camera, showing the cum that was still coating her tongue.

After a brief rest, I felt the compulsion to return the favor, and went down on her; it felt good doing this again since she'd been so distant lately. I took my time, and pleasured her completely. I held her closely, afterwards. She held me back, and whispered numerous times how much she loved me.

I was out in the yard quite a bit on Sunday, and didn't know that she took that time to print up the pictures for her Master.

Monday, Anna received a call early in the morning at the office. She confirmed to her Master that she had successfully done what he desired; the guilt inside of her was strong, feeling a strong sense of betrayal toward the man she loved with all of her heart, toward her husband.

Mark picked her up from the office at noon; he took her to a quiet restaurant for lunch, and had her lay out the pictures one at a time for him. She'd printed 3 of the shots, very high quality and crystal clear shots. He took his time reviewing them, making lewd comments of everything, including the size of her husband's cock compared to his size.

Anna was meek throughout the entire lunchtime with him. Inside, she felt so much guilt; but she was also feeling a sense of 'rightness', of the fact that she was doing as she was told, that she was accomplishing what she was suppose to do. During lunch, he questioned her on all of the details, how she started it, how she accomplished his task, and he wanted to know all of the small details about how her husband enjoyed what she did.

After lunch, he expressed his pleasure with her obedience. "You've done very well, Anna. You're doing the right thing, obeying me. Trust in me, trust to know that I'm doing the right thing for you. Now that I can see you can do as I want, we're going to take this further. You have until Thursday to accomplish this next task."

Her heart started beating hard, knowing that he was about to line up something else for her to do; she was also strangely aware of how there was excitement inside of her, feeling the anxiety of a new task that would push her limits further. This man before her was blackmailing her into being an obedient slut for his sexual pleasures, and she was finding that it was arousing!

"Some night this week, you are going to tie your husband up. I want him bound, spread-eagled on that bed of yours. Blindfold him. Use him. Take your time with it, make him need. Of course, I want photos of this as well."

Her fears had to be voiced. "But what if he won't let me...? I've never tied him up before...."

"He will let you. Because you will make it crystal clear that he has to let you. Do whatever it takes. Tease his desire, use your mouth if you have to. Tell him it's something you want desperately, that you need. I suspect it'll be easier than you think; from everything you've told me about the blow job you gave him the other night, I think he'll actually want it. But either way, you have no choice. If you don't do this for me, then you know the consequences. This is not a game, Anna; there is no mercy from me, no leniency. You will do exactly as I tell you, because you have to. Is that clear to you?"

Her defeat was clear, her presentation solid. "Yes."

"Anna, I've been soft on you, believe it or not. And that is about to change." His tone was getting harsh, the confidence in his control over her becoming crystal clear. "When you answer me, I hear the presentation; but you need to make your deference to me clearer. When you answer yes, it's 'Yes Sir'. You are the lesser here; know it, and acknowledge it. Do you understand?"

She looked him in the eyes, and felt the offense pierce all the way down. "Yes Sir, I understand."

He took the photos that had been off to the side, and put them in his briefcase. Paying the bill, they left. As he dropped her off, he reminded her... "Don't fail me, Anna. Tie your husband, and photograph him in that position to prove to me what you've done." Just before she closed the door, he handed her a sheet of paper with 3 words printed boldly on it. His smile was almost a smirk. "One other thing, Anna... while he's tied, and blindfolded... place this next to him, when you take the photo."

She took the paper and read it. "For My Master". Her legs felt so week, and she was trembling as she made her way back to work.

Chapter Seven:

Husband must hear 'fantasy'.

Monday night wasn't right; she couldn't get past her own nervousness of what she was suppose to do. And things didn't quite feel right with the way the evening was going, so she chose to not even attempt what she was suppose to do.

Tuesday night was different though. I'd been aroused, and in the mood to be with my wife, my mind all worked up from what she'd done with me over the weekend. Anna saw that things were going to go in a sexual direction, and set her mind to getting her task done. She gathered the items she was going to need; rope, a bandana for a blindfold, the camera, and of course the paper that her Master required in one of the photos. When it came time to go to bed, she had her mind in the right frame, and dressed up in a sexy teddy with matching panties.

Once I was in the bed, she began working on me, getting me into a state of need that was near to unbearable. With one hand on my hardened need, she got close to my face, kissing me seductively. "You want me, don't you?" she asked without needing an answer. "Do you trust me baby?"

Of course I answered yes. "Then I want you to prove it. Let me play with you; I want to do things my way tonight." Her words were strong and confident; she was taking control, and I couldn't help but want her to have the control.

She pulled up from under the bed a handful of rope, and looked at me with a sly smile. Wordlessly, she proceeded to tie me to the bed, propping my head up on pillows. I had no clue as to what had prompted this wild side of my wife to come out, but was loving every minute of it. I was surprised at the helpless feeling I genuinely had once she had me bound. My cock was standing straight, my need making me so hungry for her. She leaned back to survey her handiwork, studying my situation slowly, as if trying to decide what to do now that she had me like this. A smile slowly crept onto her face, and she pulled out the camera. My face reddened, and I started to protest; she raised an eyebrow as she shut down my objection. "What, it's okay for you to take pictures of me naked, but I can't play when I want to?" I didn't answer, and she took a couple of pictures, slowly, from different angles.

"I'm missing something" she stated... and then she brought out the blindfold with a mild smirk. "Yes, this is what we need."

She blindfolded me quite efficiently, and I suddenly couldn't see a thing. I was very aware of the helplessness, and my cock rose higher with arousal. I didn't see her next actions, which included laying the paper down next to me that read "For My Master". She took a few more photos, and teased my need between shots by suddenly wrapping her warm wet lips around my cock.

I knew she disappeared from the room for a while, during which time she quickly downloaded the special pictures onto her laptop and removed the evidence of the paper. The long delay only enhanced my hunger, making me wonder what was going to come next.

The rest of the evening was incredible from my point of view; she'd never taken such strong initiative, showing a dominant side that I didn't know existed. By the end of the night, I was exhausted... and she was completely satisfied as well.

Wednesday morning, she took the initiative to email her Master; she wasn't sure why she did it, but there was a satisfaction of some sort inside of her for completing her task early. It was a simple email: "It's done, as you wanted."

Mark waited until Thursday to reach her back, and he instructed her to meet him at the hotel for lunch. The walked in together, to the room that he'd already reserved.

"So. You have accomplished your task, have you."

She fell into her role of the lesser almost automatically now. "Yes Sir."

"Good girl. Before we go any further, I need you to strip down completely."

Feeling the wetness building between her legs, she was almost glad to be removing her clothing. She stood there quietly, naked, her hands clasped behind her back submissively as he sat on a chair and watched.

After a mild pause while his eyes took in every inch of my beautiful wife, he broke the silence. "You're a very attractive woman, Anna. I'm enjoying the way you're giving in to me, giving me your body. Now get me the pictures, and kneel right here before me." With her face burning from shame, but her body aching with need for this inside, she pulled the photos from her bag and handed them to him.

She knelt before him, and he instructed her on the stance before continuing. "I need you to spread your legs further..yes, that's it. I want to see the swelling of your need between your legs." His words were making her body hot with the shame and lewdness of it all. "Hands clasped behind your head; yes, good...this shows off your bare breast beautifully. Mmm, you have no idea how vulnerable you look; so submissive... just like the little submissive slut that you are, isn't that right." It was a statement, but still she nodded her head slowly in humble agreement.

He began going through the photos; there were 5 shots that she'd selected for him; one of me lying on the bed without the blindfold, shortly after she'd tied me up. Two of them were of me blindfolded, with the paper beside me, the specific shots he'd demanded. Another shot was of me after she'd been working on my need for a while; I was arching off the bed, begging for her to touch me. My arousal was plain as can be, with my cock standing straight up, aching for release. The last shot was of me after she'd used me; I was almost completely flaccid, totally exhausted. All were printed on glossy paper, 8.5x11 in size, and very good quality.

He questioned her in detail, gathering all of the specifics of each photo, how they were taken, what went on, how long all of this took... and he wanted great detail on my reactions to what she did to me. He also focused on her own reactions to what she did to me, and spent some time making pointed comments to her regarding her actions....how she was doing things to her husband at the bidding of another man.

She knelt there, very aware of her nakedness, very aware of her vulnerability. The words came out of her mouth, answering his questions, taking the offense in stride. It was becoming a part of her, a part of her own lust. My wife was beginning to feel the need for this. When he was satisfied with the information that he'd gathered, he unzipped his pants.

"Now, my little cocksucker, come show me that you're my whore." The offense made her face burn, but the desire was still there to do as he told her. Just as she was about to take him into her mouth, he stopped her. "Ask for it, Anna. Ask if you can suck my cock."

Her face on fire, she knew to look up at him, to look into his eyes as she pleaded. "Please Master, may I suck your cock?" With a cocky smile, he didn't answer; his eyebrow raised, indicating she wasn't done. "Please. Please let me suck your cock. I want to please You. Please let me satisfy You, let me please You." Even she didn't know if this was put on or if she was really begging.

With a slight nod of his head, he gave his approval for her to service him. She moved in reverently, aware of her position, aware of what she had become. She sucked him, reverently, worshipping his cock with her mouth. Inside, she knew that this felt right, despite how it was being powerd on her. She did it to please him, trying to take comfort in the fact that she had no choice. She didn't want the guilt; and yet the offense was strong for her, knowing that she was naked, kneeling before a man who was not her husband, not the man that she was in love with...but she was wet with arousal for doing it. As she sucked him, he stated a new task for her with a detached coldness.

"You've done well again, and you will continue to do so. You've gone too far down this path Anna, too far to back out. You must do as I say, and I expect nothing less than your complete obedience. Do you understand?"

She paused in her service to look up at him with her big blue eyes. "Yes Sir, I understand."

"Anna, you will do anything I say, won't you? Say it."

She paused, knowing the intensity behind what he was making her say. But she knew it was true, she really had no choice. "Yes. I will do anything you tell me. I have no choice." Her voice was humble.

He laughed out loud. "No choice? Yes, you have a choice. It's just that the alternative doesn't look so good, now does it my little whore? For the man you love to see the pictures of you fucking me, to see the video of you seductively crawling into bed with me, kissing me and making love to me.... That's an alternative you do not want."

She felt the heat on her face, even as her lips continued their work on his large shaft. Shame was eating away at her; and the newest development that was coming to surface in her mind tore at her even more.... That she wanted this. That this aroused her, and that she didn't want to stop.

"You're doing a very good job, my little slut. I think you genuinely enjoy sucking cock while naked before your Master. Keep sucking, taking your time; but listen to me very carefully, because I'm about to give you a task that will be a challenge for you." She almost paused in her service, as fear and trepidation sank into her. But she kept her mouth busy, using her lips and tongue to provide every pleasure possible. He continued on..."Your husband is reacting exactly how I want, and so are you. It's time to push the envelope now. I'm confident that by the end of this weekend, you will have time to be with him again, sexually in bed. You are going to tie him up again, pretending to be the dominant little vixen. You'll tie him, just like he was in the pictures you gave to me, and blindfold him. And you're going to take this...." He pulled from his shirt pocket a small device about the size of a lighter on a string, placing it around her neck. She paused for a moment to look at it, and then held her head still as he placed it around her neck. "This is a small digital recording device. It's very simple, with an on/off switch on the side. You will hang this on the headboard, close enough to record your conversation with him. It has a 30 minute capacity, so once you start, you will need to be sure to complete what I want."

He paused for a moment, leaning his head back to enjoy the warm wetness of her mouth that was still continuing to work his shaft. She kept her pleasures going for him, but inside she was heating up with fear and shame. He kept bringing this back home, making all of this a part of her home life. She realized how much he was incorporating thoughts of him into her bed at night with her husband, and her face was burning with shame....but also burning with lust. It pained her inside to recognize her own arousal in this.

"What I want to hear on this recording is you.... Telling your husband a fantasy. One in which you fuck another man, or other men. Work him up to it, work on him...make him so full of sexual need that it won't matter what you say. Be strong about what you say; you can reassure him, if you need to, that this is fantasy.....even though we both know it's more than fantasy." He chuckled as he threw that out, a cocky and condescending laugh. "But keep it going. Keep talking about it, make him visualize it. Don't stop talking about it until he releases. I recommend fucking him good, while you throw these fantasies at him. And Anna.... Don't try to fake this, by recording it alone. I want to hear him on the recording as well, even if it's just his groans as you fuck him."

Anna was taking all of this in as her mouth stretched around his hard cock. Her stomach was turning inside out, and she could feel her hands trembling. Again, the realization that she had no way around this was hitting her like a brick, and she knew that her life would be destroyed if she didn't do what he wanted. Her eyes started to fill with tears, as the shame became so overwhelming; yet she didn't stop sucking his cock.

"Finish it." His voice was suddenly hard, and full of need. A simple command, telling her what his desire was.

She increased the tempo of her sucking, and brought her hands up to assist; he was primed and ready, shooting into her mouth quickly. The quantity of his release surprised her a little, as he flooded into her mouth, some of it escaping the edges of her lips. Swallowing hard, she gulped all of his release down, almost physically feeling the *** as it flowed down her throat into the depths of her body. She knew better than to stop; she kept her mouth on him, slowing down the strokes, milking him of all that he had. Eventually she stopped any real sucking, just resting her head in his lap, with her mouth around his now softened cock, only swallowing once in a while without removing her lips from him. She must have been in that position for 5 minutes before he moved or spoke.

His hands lifted her head from him, and he leaned down to look into her eyes. "Did you understand everything I said to you?" She nodded a humble yes. One of his hands reached up to stroke her cheek almost affectionately, but his tone was firm. "Do as I tell you, Anna. Make it happen." With that, he reached down to explore the bareness of her chest for a moment, then stood and zipped up. "It's time to go."

Chapter Eight:

Fantasy recorded.

She was in turmoil, and couldn't get any of this out of her mind. She was terrified, and yet it was so...exciting. She couldn't stop thinking of how she was going to accomplish this next task, what she was going to say. There was a lot of fear in her too; how would her husband react? She knew from the way he'd been reacting to her recent 'games' that he was enjoying the control, but this... this was something so much more. It could really mess with his mind. She loved him so much, and the last thing she ever wanted to do was hurt him, and cause their marriage to fail. She was on a rollercoaster of emotions, from excitement and arousal, to fear, then to guilt over how she'd gotten to this point. Over and over, she played everything out in her mind over the next few days, until she started to settle into the mode of taking care of things. She knew this had to be done, and she thought she knew how it could be done. By Saturday night, she had formulated a plan.

I didn't know what had gotten into my wife, but all day that Saturday she was all over me. She was teasing me with need, making me know that we were going to have one hell of an evening. She kept coming up to me, kissing me, telling me how much she loved me, often grabbing my crotch and saying that she wanted to have that, badly. Closer to evening, she made it clear that she was going to tie me up that night and have her way with me.

We stayed up late, watching TV and takeing; she was getting me excited, and she was pretty lit up herself. I'd taken a shower earlier in the evening after mowing the lawn, and around 11pm she told me she was going to get ready; I wasn't to come up until she told me.

At her call, I went up to the bedroom to find it dimly lit with candles; she was lying partially back on the bed, propped by pillows. She had on a black teddy with matching black panties. She'd showered, and had put on fresh makeup. In her hand was some rope that she was idly playing with; she had a very mischievous smile on her face. Her other hand had a glass of wine that she sipped from just before speaking to me. "Do you like what you see, Eddie?"

I started toward her and had my mouth open to tell her how beautiful she looked when she stopped me. "No. Stand right there, and take everything off. I'm in the mood to have the control tonight, and I want to do everything my way."

My eyes narrowed, and a smile came to my lips even as my face flushed a little. This strong behavior from her was becoming intoxicating; I wondered briefly if it was the holy water that was affecting me in this way, but I didn't really care. What would it hurt to play along? I stopped where I was, and stripped down... after pausing at my underwear, I was completely naked once she gave me the look that meant "everything".

She moved to sit on the edge of the bed, and whispered for me to come to her. Stopping in front of her, she used the hand with the rope to bring my face down to hers. She kissed me, softly, lovingly. "You'll do things my way tonight?"

"Yes" was all I could say.

Taking another sip from her wine, she told me to kneel down; she wanted me to lick her. I was so shocked to see that the panties she wore had a slit in them, crotchless. She laughed a little at my surprise, but then used her legs to pull my face in. This is something that has always been arousing for me, to pleasure her in this way. I don't know if it's just the idea of what I'm doing, or the scent, or the taste, or what.... But she's always been very aware of the affect it has on me to lick her. She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs spread, sipping wine casually while I serviced her for the longest time. I was raging with need by the time she stopped me.

"Mmmm, you always do such a good job when you do that." Her voice was almost a purr. She slipped off the bed to a stand. "Now you know what it is I want; at least some of what I want. You may assume the position."

Her tone was driving me insane; she's always been a very sexual woman, but she rarely took a dominant style, usually preferring a submissive stance. I climbed onto the bed as she set her glass of wine down; she proceeded to tie me to the four corners, making sure I was in a comfortable position with pillows behind my head to prop me up a little. My head was almost spinning, from the combination of takeing, licking and smelling her scent, and from the adrenaline rush that was flowing through me from such strong sexual arousal.

Once she was satisfied that I was bound in a way that I couldn't escape easily from, she picked up her glass of wine and straddled me. Her crotch was wet, and she planted herself right on top of my hard cock; I wasn't in her, but her wet arousal was engulfing my hardness. She sat there silently admiring what she'd done to me, sipping her wine slowly. "You like this, don't you Eddie." Her tone was smooth, confident.

"You know I do." I couldn't hide how much she was turning me on.

"I like this too." She stated matter-of-factly. She leaned in and kissed me, her lips still moist with the taste of wine. She took another sip, and leaned in to transfer it from her mouth to mine.

My mind was whirling. What had gotten into her? God, she was so sexy, and it was driving me insane. She chuckled again, seeing how what she was doing was driving me to an unbearable arousal. Setting the glass down, she leaned over me, slowly working her warm wet crotch over my helpless cock.

"I'm in the mood to be dirty. So dirty." Her voice was a whisper, and I could see the lust in her eyes. "You don't mind, do you?" I was speechless, and could only move my head sideways, a cautious 'no'. She opened the front of her teddy, revealing her beautiful breast; but then she blindfolded me quickly with a solid black blindfold that I'd never seen before. What I didn't see was that she hung the recording device on the headboard right above my head; with one flick of the switch, it was turned on, and suddenly everything being said was being recorded.

She leaned in close to me, so that her hard nipples were rubbing lightly against my bare chest; her breath was warm on my face as she spoke. "I don't want you to mind. I want to be dirty. I'm in the mood to explore fantasies, just fantasies. I want you to open up your mind, to let it all go, so that nothing is taboo. You have fantasies, don't you?"

I was in a state of lust that I'd never been in before; I didn't know what to say. "I..I don't know." Her lips were on mine again as she spoke, nipping at my lower lip.

"I'm sure you do, I have no doubt about it. But that's ok. I have fantasies, and I'll share them with you. Fantasies aren't bad, Eddie. They're just thoughts." The whole time she was half-whispering to me, she was kissing my neck, nibbling on my ear, and still grinding her wetness against my now raging cock. "Do you want to hear things that I think about sometimes? Hmm?"

Of course I did. I think. "Yes." My reply was a whisper.

Her breath was in my ear, her voice so sultry. "I wonder. I have such dirty thoughts, so many bad things in my imagination." I know she felt my cock pulse; it was starting to worry me, the way she was talking, but it was also arousing me in ways I've never felt. "Yes, I can feel that you want to know." She let out a small chuckle, feeling much braver than ever before. She could tell from my reactions that she had control, and she suddenly knew that she was going to be able to do this without hurting our relationship.

Leaning up on her knees to lift her crotch off of me, she reached down between her legs and grasped my cock, stroking it for a moment; then she worked the tip of it against the opening between her legs, the wetness and warmth making me want to beg to enter. Her tongue was on my lips, tracing them before she spoke.

"I want your cock in me; you want it in me too, don't you?"

My reply was fast, hissing a yessss that was almost pleading.

"What if this wasn't your cock? What if it was someone else's cock, hmm?" It was the moment of truth. "Can you picture me stroking another man's cock, a stranger...holding it like I'm holding yours, slowly working it into me, opening myself up with his cock?" She slid down over my cock as she said that sentence. The relief of finally being in her was mixed with the shock of what she was saying. I groaned out loud, just saying one word: "god".

"Does that bother you baby?" she was grinding against me, working me in her deeply as she was speaking. "Another man's cock deep inside of me, while I'm grinding like this against him. His cock so deep, reaching all the way, pulsating inside of me. Picture it baby, can you see it? Can you see his pleasure as my pussy is all around him, as I'm riding him?"

I don't know what it was; normally, I think I would say that thoughts like that would send me into a frenzy, full of anger. But the way she was talking, and fucking me, I suddenly felt as if I could shoot my load right then and there. My mouth was open, panting; without knowing it, my arms and legs were genuinely straining against the ropes. I was wanting, needing to have my arms around her; but I was bound well.

"It turns you on, doesn't it baby. He's fucking me, fucking me hard, using me. Now he's on top of me, plunging into me; my nails are raking his back, my head back, mouth open.... He's violating me, fucking me, using me like a whore." Her nails were digging into me as she spoke, accenting her words.

Anna didn't know how strongly this was going to affect her. She suddenly found herself aroused beyond control as she said these things that she'd thought about earlier. The words were flowing out of her mouth, and she realized that this fantasy was real to her, that she wanted this. She was craving this feeling, knowing that I was hearing it.

She kept going, her voice no longer soft, telling me things that should have made me furious, stating fantasies as if they were fact. Talking about being used by several men, me watching her as she was taken from behind, with another cock in her mouth. She called up images of porn that I've seen, gang-bang style photos. She was out of control, riding me hard and fast to the lady of all orgasms; when she came, she was crying out loudly, out of control. I'd never seen her like this, and it was too much for me...I let go inside of her with a yell of my own. I felt the power of my release, something stronger than ever before. She continued moving slowly for a short time, our mixed juices flowing over my cock as it softened, dripping down my balls. Finally she collapsed on top of me, her lips against my shoulder, kissing it softly every now and then.

"Oh my god. I can't believe that." I don't know if she was talking to me, or just talking. Then it was directed to me. "Eddie, I actually felt you shoot into me; I literally felt two of your pulses letting go into me."

I was still exhausted, and still in shock. I only managed to grunt a reply. "huh."

She was moving around a little, and I didn't know that she was taking the recording device down and hiding it. Then she leaned in close to me again, kissing me with a passion of newfound love. "I love you Eddie, I hope you really know that. Tell me, please, that my talk didn't anger you. I was just talking, wanting to play...."

I love Anna with all of my heart; I don't think she's ever realized just how much I love her. As shocking as her words were, there was no denying that something so taboo aroused both of us in unbelievable ways. I needed to reassure her. "I love you too Anna, with all that I am. I'm not angry. You surprised me a little, but I think something about playing with fantasy really set us both off. I love you, it's ok, okay?"

She kissed me again, and I thought I even felt tears on her cheeks.

"So are you ever going to let me loose so I can put my arms around you?"

She laughed and then struggled to release me; we spent a lot of time cuddling, and even made love again before it was morning.

Chapter Nine:

Ultimatum.

On Monday morning, Anna was feeling the best she'd felt in weeks. She wasn't sure if it was the fact that she'd accomplished her task, or if it was somehow related to the fact that her husband had reacted ok to the fantasy.

She received a call from the man who now owned her so fully; he gave her the instructions to go to the hotel at noon and that he would meet her in the lobby. She still felt the sensation of fear inside, when she knew that she was going to be meeting him soon; but it was strongly mixed with arousal now, an excitement that made her want.

He was in the lobby when she arrived; without a word, he lightly grasped her wrist and led her to the elevator. The sensation that left, his grasp of her wrist as opposed to holding her hand, it made her feel so much the lesser. By the time they reached the room, her mind was settled back into the submissive stance fully; she knew her position. At the door of the room, he stopped.

"Give me the recording." She reached into her handbag and handed it to him silently. He took it, then pulled out of his own pocket a blindfold which he promptly put on her. She felt butterflies inside, being treated like this in the hallway where others could potentially see. She also wondered why he did it outside the door, instead of in the room.

Again he grasped her wrist and led her inside. She walked slowly and carefully, pulled along by him until she felt that she must be standing at the foot of the bed.

His voice was low, and close to her ear. "I want you to strip naked, and stand there; you know the position I like. Arms behind your head, legs spread very wide. I am going to sit and listen to the recording; you had better hope that I'm pleased with what I hear."

She stripped, still blindfolded; very aware of her nakedness, very aware of her vulnerability. He must have been across the room, because the sound of the recording seemed far away; but she could make out parts of it, and felt the warmth of swelling between her legs as she made out certain parts that included hearing herself losing control on the recording. She could feel her breast heaving as her breathing increased, very aware of how she must look to him right now.

The recording stopped, and he was back beside her now. "You did very well, Anna. I'm actually very impressed. Now, tell me more details; tell me about the conversations after all of this, because I know for a fact that he needed to talk about it."

As she told him of the conversations that followed, he stood beside her touching her. His hands roamed her bare breast, down her back and through the crack of her beautiful ass, even further to the front to tease the wetness that was swelling from her need.

When he was satisfied with the information that she provided to him, his hand focused solely on her slit. "Now Anna, tell me.... Do you want me to fuck you? I want the truth out of you, not what you think I want to hear."

She was trembling; her arousal was so strong, from all of the words that she'd just revealed to him, from his constant touching of her bare body, from the simple knowledge that he's been using her as a slut. She needed to be touched, needed to feel him use her. Despite the reality of the blackmail, she'd come to want and need this for real. Her reply was soft and humble, but accented with need. "Yes. Please. I want you to fuck me, please."

"I'm not making you say this; do not say it if you don't mean it. Tell me, do you want to be fucked?"

She felt he was dragging this out, and she needed it, needed it badly. "God, please. I do want it, I want to be fucked, right now, please..."

"And your husband? What about your loyalty to him?"

Her head dropped for a moment as the pain inside shot through her; why did he have to remind her of her failure? "Please." It was all she could whisper out.

"Anna, you know I'm recording this; it's on video tape. Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want to ignore the fact that you're married, do you want to say 'to hell with it' for this moment, to fuck another man behind the back of the man you love?" His hand was working between her legs furiously, making her body squirm with so much need.

The anguish inside of her was overwhelmed by the physical need. "Please, I don't care, please just fuck me, fuck me right now. Please, oh God, please how I need it. Please."

Suddenly he bent her over the bed, his hand on the back of her neck pushing her down, and his other hand guided his cock deep into her. This was how she loved to be taken, from behind, roughly, being used. He fucked her hard this way, taking her further and further until she was crying out with orgasm; and it kept going... she kept releasing, and with each release her mind softened further into mush. Eventually, he released into her, flooding her pussy with his cum, filling her to overflowing with all that he had. She felt it flood into her, the liquid heat sealing her position with him.

He rested on top of her for a moment, catching his breath; his voice was exhausted in her ear. "You liked that didn't you. It's what you want."

She was so far gone, she replied honestly. "Yes. God yes. It felt so good."

"Do you want this to end? It can end, if you want it to end."

She had to pause. Reality was slowly seeping back in, and she was remembering the man she loved, remembering her infidelity. "What...do you mean?"

His voice took on a bit of a harshness, but he was still on top of her resting, with his semi-hard cock still firmly inside of her. "I mean exactly what I said; this can end, if you want it to end. Answer the question. Do you want it to end?" He emphasized each word.

She buried her face into the bed, frustrated with the sensations that were rolling over her mind. "I....no. I mean... I don't know."

He seemed to get angry with her. "Fuck that. You know what you want." His hand grasped her hair, pulling her head back. His cock was hard again, and he pushed it deep into her, splitting her open again, making her feel the ***. "You know exactly what you want; look at you, you're a fucking slut. You've been loving this, getting to be fucked and used like a whore, with no responsibility for it. Fucking behind your husband's back, doing it because you felt that you had no choice. But you have a choice now, and you have to make that choice." He was fucking her hard, pulling her back against his cock.

She was moaning out loud, tears slowly streaming down her cheeks because his words were ringing true. She knew she wanted this, she knew she was being a slut, and wanted to be a slut. Even with the anguish inside that was making her cry, she felt another orgasm coming on.

"You're a fucking whore for me, and you love it. You don't want this to stop, it feels too fucking good. You love my cock inside of you, you love for me to *** you. Fucking slut, you have no idea how far down this can go, how far I would take you. But you feel it, and you want it.... Don't you slut? Don't you?" he was angry, his words hard and strong, just like his fucking of her.

And she wanted it. "Yes. Yes, please, God, I want this. Please don't let it stop." She was crying hard now, tears streaming down, soft wails coming out between her words. She felt her orgasm hit, even as his filled her yet again to overflowing with cum. As he release, he struck her ass, hard, several times....it almost seemed in anger.

He pulled out of her, and she felt the void with an intensity. He wiped his cock on her ass, then pulled his pants up quickly.

He stood by the bed for a moment, looking at her as she lay there bent over so lewdly with her ass in the air. Reaching into the pocket of his slacks, he pulled out a wad of cash; he crumpled it up and threw it on the bed at her face. "For being my whore." He explained. Then he pulled an envelope out of his jacket and set it on the bed. "If you wish to continue with me, read what I have in this envelope. Follow the instructions to a tee. I will call you on Friday; if you haven't done exactly what's in the envelope, then you will never ever see me again." He opened the briefcase that was sitting beside the bed, and he dumped all of the contents on the bed. It was all of the blackmail material; the pictures, video tapes, and even the recording from the weekend.

He leaned in to her face briefly, giving just a hint of softness to the attitude he'd been showing her. His voice was soft and low, and very serious. "Anna. I know you've come to want this badly. Trust me, and follow my instructions; only then can this continue. And I will take you so far down, I'll open new doors for you. I know you want this, I know the need is inside. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity; you will regret it if you pass this by. Trust me, and do this." He kissed her gently on the cheek, then turned and left her there. She stayed in the bent over position for the longest time, with her face buried in the bed, crying until she could cry no more.

My wife finally stood up, wiping the wetness of tears from her cheeks. As she stood, she could see herself in the full length mirror of the closet; her eyes were puffy and red from crying, and her cheeks were flushed. Her body was naked, still half sweaty from the hard fucking; her ass was red, from where he'd struck her. She could even see cum that had flowed out of her and run down her legs. She kept looking at herself, seeing an attractive woman that looked like she'd been rode hard and put away wet. And strangely, she had a warmth inside, almost feeling good from the way she'd been so used. She looked over the items on the bed, seeing all of the pictures that reminded her of all of what she'd done. She knew how lewd all of this was, even just the image of her standing there now, naked and looking at all of the pornographic shots of her. For some reamister, she sat down on the bed and reached between her legs to feel the wetness that was left from being fucked and used. She stroked herself for a moment, feeling so open and slutty.

Then she came back to the moment, seeing the money that he'd wadded up and thrown at her. They were twenty dollar bills, and there were quite a few; at least several hundred dollars worth. That made her stomach lurch a little; the analogy of her being a whore was suddenly real. She felt so low; but she was also aware of the fact that she felt warm inside, with thoughts of being treated like a whore.

Then her attention focused on the envelope. That's when her nerves were attacked again; what could be inside? What kind of instructions would he have that would follow such an intense outburst by him? There was only one way to find out.

"Anna - If you're reading this, then I've chosen to give you a way out. I am no longer blackmailing you, no longer using a threat to control your actions. The only threat I give to you now, is that if you don't comply with what I ask of you, then you will never see me again. I've left all of the material there for you to destroy, if you so choose. There are no copies of anything anywhere, and your secret is safe with me. You can step away now, and nobody will ever know what you've done behind your husband's back.

But...If I'm leaving this note with you, then I have good reamister to believe that you do not want this to end. I know you've enjoyed it, the freedom of being used, without any responsibility. I know how you are inside, and that you desire this in some very dark ways. I have the knowledge, and the ability to take you farther; it's rare to find someone that you can connect with, with someone that you can trust. And by my own actions, of sticking to my word with you, protecting you from the possibility of being found out.... And by giving you all of the material that was used to make you adhere to my rules...I think you know that you can trust me. I have never hurt you, or done anything to threaten your health. I also have the inside information that leads me to believe that if you follow my instructions, you will be pleasantly surprised.

With that being said, here's what I demand of you, if you wish to continue.

You need to repeat the performance with your husband that you've just done; only this time, you tell him of the reality. You tell him exactly what's happened; and you prove it to him with some of the material I've just given to you.

I have no desire to destroy your marriage; I never did. It was all just an idle threat; I would never want to ruin something as beautiful as what you have with him. And I wouldn't ask you to destroy your marriage either; I wouldn't be asking this of you if I didn't have solid reamister to believe that this can genuinely progress with his knowledge. I have no idea if you will have the strength to really do this; but I hope that you do. My recommendation will be to tie him, to blindfold him, and to do everything in your power to make him need sexual release. And that's when you can tell him of the things that have happened to you. You will know right away, if this arouses him or not; if for some reamister I am wrong, and he reacts badly, you can just tell him that it was just another fantasy that you were trying to make real for him. But if he reacts with need.... Then keep taking it further. Convince him verbally that it's real. Convince him....and make him admit that it arouses him. Continue to tell him that you will show him the evidence, and make sure that he continues to be aroused. If he maintains his arousal, then show him. Show him the pictures, maybe even show him the videos. But keep his arousal going the whole time; don't let him soften. And don't let him release, until the very end.

That is my recommendation on how to do it; but of course, you may choose to go back to your vanilla world, hiding the desire that burns so hotly inside of you.

It's up to you. I will call on Friday, with a simple question. I'll expect a yes or no; if you confirm that you did not do it, then it's over. I will hang up, and you will never hear from me again. If you say that he knows.... Then expect me to require confirmation. I will require a conversation with him. So do not try to lie.

Until Friday, my slut."

She had to read it all over again. This seemed impossible; as simple as he made it sound, it was not simple. She sat there on the bed, naked, used, and feeling defeated; it was late in the afternoon before she finally managed to halfway clean up and get back to work with all of the items safely locked away in her trunk.

Chapter Ten:

No more blackmail – ultimatum completed.

Thursday night was here too quickly. Anna had spent every day and every night thinking about her situation. For a while, she tried to take the approach that she was finally free; that the risk, the possibility of losing everything was now finally gone. But even as she thought that, she knew that she was missing the control. She knew this was going to haunt her. But how to comply; my god, how could she be expected to expose her infidelity to her husband?? She loved him so much, and knew he loved her too.... She couldn't risk ruining it. Then her thoughts would go to the night that she expressed the fantasy to him; he was more than just accepting of the fantasy... it turned him on! But still, it was considered just fantasy. How could she consider telling him about something real, that another man had been using his wife; and to take it further, to tell him that she wanted it.

She did want it though. She didn't love her husband any less; and he was always good at satisfying her. But all of this....it was so new to her, so wild. It made her feel new, young...and she wanted the sensation of presentation. Her husband seemed to enjoy that sensation too... maybe he could want this too, this total presentation. Maybe he could see it, understand it...

But now it was Thursday night, the night before the deadline. And she was no closer to resolving what she should do in her mind. She had no plan; all of the thinking, all of the constant thoughts on this...and she had no plan. It was late, almost 11pm. It was time for bed; she lay there, wide awake, the adrenaline running through her. She couldn't pass this up. She couldn't relax without at least trying.

I was half arelax when I felt her lips on my cock. My wife had completely blown my mind last weekend, with fantasies that should have bothered me, if not infuriated me....but I found that I couldn't get those thoughts out of my mind at all. She'd planted seeds in my mind, and they were growing like weeds. The seeds of thoughts about her being used by other men seemed to occupy my mind constantly, and I didn't understand why. Worse yet for me was the realization that these thoughts aroused me. We didn't talk much about what she'd done, whispering those fantasies to me while having me tied; and we'd only made love once, the very next night. Since then, we'd just been a little too preoccupied at night to take the time to be intimate.

But now she was on me, with her lips on my cock, and I was instantly hard. She continued doing this, and I thought for a while that she was going to do it to completion. Then she stopped, showing me that wicked smile that she'd recently developed during our intimate times. "You like, baby?" her tone was teasing, and I knew she was going to *** me tonight.

"You know I do." My response sounded a little more needy than I'd hoped it would sound.

"You're going to be a good boy for me tonight, aren't you baby." It was a statement, but I nodded my head to assure her so she would continue. She reached down beside the bed, and pulled up the rope that was becoming very familiar to me.

I was back to being bound, spread on the bed, so open and exposed. The sensation was becoming familiar to me, and I was starting to really want it. My head was propped up by pillows, so her naked body was in plain view. She was straddling me, looking into my eyes; she looked like she was thinking, really contemplating things. Her eyes studied mine, and her hips slowly ground her wet crotch against my hard cock. Finally she spoke.

"You liked what I did to you last weekend, didn't you." I nodded, just reveling in the sensation. She leaned in to get inches from my face; but she did an amazing thing...at the same time she leaned toward me, she slid my cock into her waiting wet warmth, without even touching it with her hands. I groaned slightly, my mind blown at her s*******. Her breath was on my face, her eyes demanding to lock with my own eyes. "I need to know you liked last week. Baby, you need to tell me. Because I want you to think about what it would be like if it was real." She was moving on me, sliding up and down on my cock that was aching so badly.

Again, I could do nothing but nod my head, coaxing her to keep going. Her lips kissed mine, dripping like honey. "Say it baby."

"God, Anna. Yes. I don't know why, but I liked it. More than I should, but I liked it." I couldn't believe my admission; but it flowed out of me.

Her eyes remained locked on mine, and her face remained dead serious. She paused, but kept the same slow pace of movement, keeping my cock rock hard in her throbbing with need. I couldn't tear my eyes away, she had me mesmerized. Her voice almost startled me, even though it was hardly more than a whisper.

"Part of it has been real, Eddie." Silence, as she maintained the pace. I didn't know what to say; my eyes were locked on hers, and I even thought it strange that I could feel tears threatening my eyes. I was also aware that her words made my cock ache even harder, despite the sinking sensation in my stomach.

"What do you mean?" My response was a whisper, and it sounded weak, not angry.

She leaned in and kissed me long and hard, working her hips harder over my cock. When she broke the kiss, there were tears in her eyes. For whatever reamister, maybe the protective side in me, her tears nearly broke my heart.

"Someone else has been using me."

I was speechless. I lay there, looking at her, wondering if this was a new game. But she seemed so serious; somehow, deep inside, I knew this was real.

She continued, her eyes boring into mine, her hips rotating with desire around my cock that was buried deep in her; still so hard. "I need you to know, Eddie. I love you with all of my heart; I never ever want to lose you, or do anything that would tear us apart. I know the fantasy turned you on, and even now, you're aching with need. I can see it in your eyes. Open your mind, let it go. Think about it, in detail, and know that I love you so much."

My mind was whirling, and her words were making me know this wasn't a game; I could feel the arousal slipping away, being replaced by a sinking feeling that was mixed with fear and anger.

She felt me losing it too. I saw a quick panic in her eyes, and then she lifted off me quickly and began to suck me with abandon. Her hands worked my balls and my shaft, and then I felt one of her knuckles start to press against my ass; she'd done that before, and had found that there's something arousing to me in that. I was hard again, groaning from all that she was doing to me.

She alternated between sucking me and leaving saliva all over my shaft so she could work it with her hand while talking. "Remember the feelings you had when you imagined me being fucked by another? How hard it made you, and how you came in me picturing me being gang-banged? I haven't ever had any of that happen, don't worry. But I have been taken."

She paused again, to study my reaction. My cock was aching with need again, and nothing else seemed to matter all of a sudden. My wife loves me, and she was doing everything she could to make me know that. And it felt so good, what she was doing to me. How bad could this be?

I was able to work up the strength to ask a question. "Why. Why are you telling me this now?" Again, my voice sounded weak, not angry and strong.

She paused, contemplating her answer. She even went down on me again, sucking, as if she wanted a distraction while coming up with the way to tell me her answer. Then she took her mouth off of me, straddling me again to mount me. Her lips reached mine, kissing me deeply, wetly.

"I have to tell you baby. I need to tell you. I never want secrets from you, ever." She moved on me slowly again, and just looked at me, as if waiting for me.

"I don't want secrets either. Anna, I love you. Please tell me what this is about. Tell me what's happened."

She leaned in, and her voice seemed to have suddenly gained an inner strength. Her eyes were almost wicked again; my words to her must have shown her that she has the power. "Eddie, I'm going to tell you everything. I'm going to tell you details. Can you handle details, baby?"

I just looked at her, my mouth half open as I was panting, the need built up strongly inside. I didn't know how to answer. I was afraid to answer.

She continued as if knowing it was ok. She didn't tell me how it began just yet; she started with the story of how she was being blackmailed. She told me how she was required to meet him, and that he used her in so many ways. How she sucked him, sometimes quickly just for his release. How she fucked him when he demanded it, and how he fucked her hard, treating her like a whore at times. She accented all of what she said with dark details, painting vivid images in my mind of how he flooded her with his cum, and how she swallowed him on several occasions. She paused to kiss me deeply, with the wettest kiss, when she mentioned her blowjobs for him.

During a pause, as she continued to fuck me slowly, keeping me from being able to build to an orgasm, I made an observation. "You liked it, didn't you. You wanted it. I can tell from the way you're telling me, you loved being treated that way."

For a brief moment, I could see shame burning on her face, and even her eyes moistened, threatening tears. "I don't know why, baby. I didn't want to like it. I couldn't help it. I started wanting it, more and more." She was talking quickly now, spilling her guts while she had the strength. "I don't want you angry, please. I love you with all of my heart. But I wanted it. I still want it. I want the control. It turned me on, so much. Just like you've been enjoying my control over you; I know you know what I'm talking about. Look at you, you're tied, and I'm telling you such dark things....and you're so hard, inside of me. You haven't once asked for me to untie you, you've been loving my control. I want it too, to feel that submissive feeling. Knowing that I have no choice, that I have to obey."

She fucked me hard and fast for a moment, and I was speechless anyway. My face was burning; from the heat, from the shame. I was beyond caring about the reality of anything said; the thoughts of everything she'd told me were affecting me, arousing me, and I just gave in to it.

She leaned in again, kissing me hard, and mildly nipping my lip. Her power was back again. "Do you believe that all of this is real, Eddie?"

For a moment, my mind twisted. Could this have been a game all along? "I....I...don't know."

Her eyes turned so wicked again; her face, flushed from the sex, took on a wicked smile to go along with it. "I could show you pictures. What do you think of that? I could show you the pictures he took of me, as he used me. I could make you watch the video of what he did to me." Then her voice took on a tone as if talking to a young. "You'd like that, wouldn't you baby? Hmmm?"

During that last show of strength, I'd gotten so close to the edge of release. I was panting, and my words reflected my state of mind. "God, please. Please baby, please take care of me. I need to cum, so badly. Please."

Suddenly she leaped up, slipping off my cock in one smooth move. "Hold on." Then she ran out of the room.

Christ! I thought I was going to go insane.

I could hear her in the garage; what in the world was she doing???

She was back quickly, and I could see she had some papers in her hand, but she kept them from my view. She was back between my legs, her mouth on my cock; it was still hard, it didn't have time to lose the need. But she was making sure, making me need so badly. Her lips were magic; and then she said something that blew my mind. Looking up at me, with her eyes so erotic, her lips tracing the end of my cock, she reminded me of what she'd told me. "Remember what I told you...that I sucked him. These lips, they were around him, sucking his cock. I tasted him, Eddie. He came in my mouth." And then her lips were back on me, sucking me hard, working me into a frenzy.

All I could utter was groans, and an occasional "Oh God", as she spoke and worked me. She stopped, just before I could release again. "God baby, please. I need to cum so badly, please, just take care of me."

She crawled up and mounted me slowly again. "Eddie, I'm going to take care of you. I'll always take care of you." She was working me with her body, up and down my shaft, and her bare breast rubbing against my chest as she leaned in close. "But first, I'm going to own up to what I said. I'm going to show you the proof. He wants me to do this, Eddie. He gave me the choice, to destroy the evidence and go on as if nothing happened, or to show you everything. I'm choosing to show you everything. Do you know why Eddie?"

God how she was so full of confidence at the moment. I had no choice but to be aroused by her words, by her actions. "Tell me"....it was a hissed plea.

She leaned in, her words dripping erotically out of her lips. "Because he said he would continue to use me, only if I made you know it all."

"God." My eyes were locked on hers, and she was letting it sink in to me, suddenly so confident of her power. I didn't know what to say, what to do. But it was clear to me that I was going to explode inside, if I didn't cum soon. She continued to just slowly work me with her hips, her face just inches from mine, her eyes boring into me so deeply. "Please. God, please." It was all I could do, just plead.

"You want to cum, baby? Hmmm?" she sat up tall, powering herself down on my cock. I was so deep in her. She reached behind her to fondle my balls, teasing my need, making me know that I was so in her control.

"Yes, please, please...." My pleading was sincere, so meek.

Suddenly she lifted one of the pictures into my view; the first showed her standing naked, her hands behind her head. She looked defeated and humble. She continued showing me the photos, slowly. The next was of her with her arms bound behind her back, bent over a bed; she continued with those shots, ending with one that showed another man's cum flowing from her open and well used slit. The whole time she was showing me these shots, she was fucking me, slowly at first, then faster and faster. She started throwing out commentary as well, asking me if I liked what I saw, if I liked seeing the woman I love used like a whore. I know my face was burning with shame, it felt like it was on fire; but I was also in need, so badly. I kept groaning, moaning out to God.

"I want you to let all go, baby, all of it.... Let it go, looking at these photos. I need to know that you've cum seeing me used like that. Do it baby, let it go. Give it all to me baby, cum in this pussy that's been ***d."

I lost it. Even to this day, I don't understand why this kind of thing can arouse me, can make me need so badly. But it did; I nearly ****** as I cried out, a half wail, half scream of ecstasy, flooding into her with need that had built up for so long while she laid everything out to me.

She lay on top of me, exhausted herself. I could feel tears dripping down on my shoulder from her eyes, and she was whispering that she was sorry, so sincerely. Exhausted, I whispered back to her that I loved her, that I would always love her.

Chapter Eleven:

Full Knowledge

We didn't have time to talk much about anything the next morning. I think we both stayed awake for a long time last night, both of us lost in our own thoughts of all that had just happened; but neither of us pursued a conversation.

I know that my mind was in turmoil; especially when I thought about how turned on I'd been as my wife disclosed so much about the 'affair'. It was hard to call it an affair, but her words kept ringing in my ear when she said her reamister for telling me about it: "Because he said he would continue to use me, only if I made you know it all." It was a clear statement that she wanted him to keep using her.

I felt as if I had a rock in my stomach, but I was also aware of how even in the morning, when my thoughts turned back to it all, that I was already becoming aroused at the thoughts of what had been done to her.

I always leave for work earlier than she does, and as I was leaving I went to the bed to give her a kiss goodbye. After a brief hesitation, I asked her if she was going to see 'him' today. She pulled me down to hold me closely for a minute, then said that she really didn't know. She knew he would call her; he wanted to know if she did what he'd told her to do.

"Eddie, it's not like I see him every day. I know he'll call....... And Eddie, I know he's going to want to talk to you. Are you ok with that?"

I pulled up to look at her, and then hesitated now, not sure of my own feelings on anything. "I don't know. Is this really what you want baby?"

She wrapped her hands around one of mine. "I don't know myself. Let's just play this one step at a time, ok? I don't want to lose you, and I won't do anything if you don't want me to."

I kissed her again quickly, needing to leave. "Ok. I love you Anna....with all of my heart."

Later that morning, Anna got the call that she knew would come. It was almost a relief, hearing His voice. She was relieved, knowing that she could tell him the truth, and relieved that she'd been able to tell me the truth without destroying our marriage.

His voice was bold and strong as usual, and he was right to the point when she answered. "Yes or no, Anna. Does he know fully?"

"Yes." Her reply was soft, humble. She was so amazed at how her position sank into her so quickly upon hearing his voice.

"Really." He almost sounded like he didn't believe it. "I take that to mean that you want this to continue. I need to hear you state it."

She paused, still unsure of herself, and unsure of how this should go. "....yes. I want this to continue."

He chuckled. "My my. So my little slut has really come out. Tell me how it went."

She told him a quick summary, and he stopped her every once in a while to clarify what he heard. When she'd felt she told all that he needed, there was a brief pause while he contemplated what she'd told him.

"Anna, you know I need to talk with him now. How do you propose we do that."

She hadn't thought much about it, and didn't know what to say. "I don't know.... Maybe I can see how he is tonight, and then maybe you can call?"

"Here's what I want you to do. Get a babysitter for the kids. Tell Eddie that you want the night alone with him, and that you want to really talk tonight. Make sure you've worked everything out by 9PM. I'm going to call at 9, ok? I expect you to answer the phone. I will take it from there."

She felt relief, and trepidation...but she was glad that she would have a chance to really talk with her husband for a while before this went any further. "I understand, and can do that." She hesitated, then said "Thank you." She wasn't sure why, but she felt the need to say it.

"Anna.... This is going to go much further now; now that he knows, the doors are wide open. Prepare yourself mentally for this change. I'll talk with you tonight."

She sat at her desk for the longest time without doing a thing; so many thoughts were running through her mind, and she needed to be collected. Then she picked up the phone and called me to tell me about what had just transpired.

I listened to her as she told me about the conversation, relaying it nearly word for word. When I didn't respond right away, she asked what I thought.

I'd been giving it thought all morning, coming up with questions of my own that would take some time to go through with her. But I couldn't get over the fact that I had also been hard nearly all morning with these thoughts. "I think.... that yes, we need to talk a little tonight. Anna, this really is a big deal, and we need to talk before this goes much further. And yes, I think you need to get the kids a babysitter."

We talked for a bit about who we could convince to take the kids tonight, and then I told her again that I love her.

The afternoon went by in an uneventful way, and by the time I'd gotten home she'd already taken the kids to a friend's house for a dream party. Taking advantage of the quiet time, we went out to a nice restaurant and had a good dinner with wine. We spent dinner really doing some soul searching. She told me more about what had happened over the past few weeks, and we had a rough moment when she told me the facts behind how it all started.

She spent a lot of time focused on her real love for me, and how sorry she'd been for so long that she'd cheated on me. By the time we were ready to leave, she'd made it very clear to me that she really does love me, and that her reamister for wanting to continue isn't because I was a failure to her. It was important to me, to know that she loves me...and that she genuinely wants me, wants to spend her life with me. I have to admit that I did understand how this appealed to her, in a dark way, and that it might be a way for us to both expand our horizons.

I was also having a hard time with the fact that I was aroused through most of dinner; eventually I admitted that to her, so that it could soften some of the guilt that was so apparent in her.

We were home by 8:45; she'd already told me that he was going to call at 9, and I began to realize that I was having a lot of anxiety over what might happen on the call. We both had another take, and I was glad that the holy water was taking an affect.

At precisely 9, the phone rang. We were in the family room, and I remained sitting on the couch while she walked across the room to answer the phone.

Her voice was a very soft hello, and I could see from the glance she gave me that it was him. Instantly I felt a flash of anger, and jealousy.... And then my cock began to harden, and I could feel my insides softening to a feeling of helplessness.

I kept takeing, a bit faster, as I watched her on the phone. I could see she was uncomfortable talking with him...maybe because it was in front of me, or maybe it was because she was looking so submissive. She kept looking down, not looking at me as she answered questions quickly and quietly. Suddenly I saw her face redden, and then she turned to look at me as she was still listening to him on the phone. I saw her take a deep breath, and then she unbuttoned her blouse all the way. She worked her top off, then reached back to remove her bra.

I emptied my glass as I watched my wife stand there across the room, topless, with her skirt still on, talking on the phone to a man I hadn't met. Yet. I assume at this man's bidding, she began to use her free hand to pinch her nipples that were already hardened. I could see her chest heaving from breathing hard, and I knew that she was incredibly turned on, if not completely embarrassed. Her eyes remained locked on mine, and I was mesmerized.

The phone she was on was cordless, and suddenly she came toward me. She knelt on the floor right there before me, and handed the phone to me. Her voice was full of more presentation than I'd ever heard out of her before. "He wants to talk with you."

I took the phone, holding it for a moment before working up the courage to say hello. As I said hello, my wife reached up and opened my slacks quickly, and began to suck on my cock. I was almost ashamed of the fact that I was already hard, but I wasn't going to try to stop her.

"Eddie. My name is Mark. I understand that your wife has filled you in on the details of what she's been up to lately. Is that correct?"

His voice was strong and full of uncompromising authority, just as Anna had said. It caught me a little off-guard; as he first started speaking, I felt anger well up inside of me, but by the end of the sentence, I didn't quite know what to think. I'm not sure if it was the holy water, my own imagination, or the fact that Anna was sucking me hard, really getting into what she was doing. All I could do was answer a not-so-bold "yes."

"Good. I have no doubt that you understand the meaning behind that." Without waiting for a reply, he continued. "And is your little wife doing as I told her, sucking your cock even as we speak?"

Again, I was unable to get out of the feeling that I was in a lower position. "yes."

"Good, good. Eddie, I know this might be tough for you, but I also feel I know you fairly well. Even from the tone of your voice, I think I know you better than you know yourself. I'm not going to expect lengthy talk from you at the moment, so just sit back, enjoy your wife's wonderful cocksucking s*******s, and listen to what I have to say. Will you do that for me right now?"

I couldn't help but feel his tone was condescending, and my face was burning....and I think it was mostly from shame, at the considerable smooth strength he was portraying, as well as from the innuendo that he was familiar with my wife's cocksucking. "Yes, I can do that." My voice was humble, even though I didn't mean for it to be.

"Good, I like that Eddie. By now, you know that your wife has been serving me, even servicing me in ways that would make a lot of husbands furious with rage; and I want you to think about that for a minute, think about the actual position that you're in right this moment. You're listening to your wife's Dominant on the phone, while your wife is sucking you.... Because her Master told her to do it. I want you to think about that...and think about the position that puts you in. If I didn't know better, I would say it makes you somewhat submissive yourself. But we both know that you're submissive. Did your wife tell you that every time she's tied you up, it's been because I told her to do it? Did she tell you that she brought me photos of it, so I've seen you in that needy position?"

I was breathing a bit harder than normal, with these words affecting me in ways that I couldn't understand. Anna was doing such a good job, driving me insane, even looking up at me every now and then, her big beautiful eyes showing me that she was wanting this. "Yes, she told me." This time my response was almost a whisper.

"Yes, I know she did. It's hard to reconcile the feelings that you're having right now, I have no doubt. Many men wouldn't be able to handle this; but be aware that there are a lot of men like this, men who inexplicably get aroused completely out of control at the thought of their beautiful wife servicing another man. Now Eddie, I do want you to understand a few things. One is that I have never intended harm toward Anna, in any real way. Another is that I have no desire to tear your marriage apart. Anna loves you deeply; I'm very aware of that. She wants this, being driven by a sexual desire for presentation that's often hard to explain. But she wants this with you. I've made it crystal clear to her that I will only do this to enhance your marriage, not to tear it apart. She's begun to understand how this can strengthen your marriage; and I want you to understand it too. I want you to go with this, just go with the flow for a little while. If you come to a point where you feel this shouldn't keep going, then you need to discuss it with her and I will gladly stop if you determine it's doing harm. But give it some time....just let go, like you've done with Anna recently. This has been fantasy in your mind, and it's mixing into reality.....and you can see that no harm has been done, and you can see how strongly it arouses you. I know you've felt the arousal in this, haven't you."

It wasn't really a question, but I answered. "Yes. I don't understand it, like you say...but yes....it....affects me." My words were half whispered, half groaned out.... Anna was keeping me on the edge; I don't know how she could tell, but she knew exactly when to increase the pressure on me, and when to slow down. The mixture of his words and her actions on my cock were giving me a high, breaking down the inhibitions inside of me.

He seemed even more full of confidence now, a power coming across that made me feel that he knew he had the control now.

"Eddie. I made your wife recognize that she genuinely wanted my control over her, and I will do the same to you. I know you feel it inside, don't you. You've been fantasizing about this since the first time she hinted at this fantasy, haven't you."

He paused, clearly waiting for me to answer. I hesitated....but my mind was already softening. "yes."

"One thing you need to understand, is that I always want things to be very clear. I need to hear it from your own mouth, so that I know there's nothing misunderstood. Tell me, right now, that you've been fantasizing about this."

"god." I uttered the plea out loud, as my face flushed so red. Anna was stroking me, her lips wrapped around the crown of my cock; she looked up at me as I spoke, slightly nodding my head as if to urge me to continue, even though I didn't think she could hear the conversation. My eyes locked on hers, even as my face strained with the need that was building inside. "It's true....I've been fantasizing about this... too much, lately."

He chuckled a confident laugh. "Good boy. That was hard to say, right there in front of your wife, wasn't it."

"god yes."

His voice was almost soothing. "It's ok, Eddie. She already knows. Don't let inhibitions get in the way; this feels good, and it's a part of who you are. You don't need to be ashamed of how you feel, it's something you can't help. Eddie, I know Anna's sucking feels so good to you right now, but in a minute I want you to do something for me. I'm going to want you to hand the phone to her, and put her exactly where you are. I know she has a skirt on; just lift it up, pull her panties down, and return the favor she's been giving to you. I need you to lick her while I talk with her for a few minutes. But before you do that, I want you to look down at her. Doesn't she look so beautiful, kneeling there with just her top off, with her lips wrapped around your cock? So sexy, almost lewd, the way she's topless in front of you....."

I was looking at her, and he was making me take in so much detail of the woman I've loved for so long. She was beautiful, and so sexy. She seemed so slutty, and I was loving it. I answered him, telling him what I felt deep inside. "Yes, she's so beautiful...so sexy. God how I love her."

"Yes, I know you love her Eddie. And that is what makes all of this possible. That you both love each other so much. That's what is going to help you allow her to have what she wants so badly inside; to feel the control of a man who's not her husband. And Eddie; it's what will help her when she sees you submit in ways she's never dreamed of. Now hand the phone to her, and lick that delicious pussy of hers."

Chapter Twelve:

Reality

I knelt there, licking the woman I adored. She sat right where I'd been, her legs spread and pulled back, allowing me full access to her beauty. I couldn't hear the words that he spoke to her, and her replies were mostly simple, full of "yes" and "I understand' comments. They spoke for maybe 5 minutes before she hung up. She was breathing so hard, loving what I was doing; she seemed reluctant to have me stop, but she told me that we needed to go up to bed.

I followed her up to the bedroom, and she told me to strip as she took on her own dominant stance with me again. She was still topless, and she crossed her arms as she watched me remove everything until I was completely naked. I started for the bed, but she shook her head no.

"I want you tied right here, to the chair." She pulled up a sitting chair that we had in the bedroom.

I had no idea what game she had in mind, but I was too strongly aroused to really question it. I sat in the chair, and she immediately went behind me to pull my arms back. There my hands were tied with s******* behind the back of the chair. Next she came around to the front, taking a brief moment to suck on my cock again, just to tease me; then she spread my legs apart, tying each ankle to the front legs of the chair. She also tied my knees to the chair, effectively keeping me from closing my legs at all. The blindfold came next, and I was suddenly in the dark, where the imagination can take hold and really affect a permister's mind.

Her lips were on mine, kissing me deeply with an open mouth kiss. She whispered in my ear, using her hand to stroke my aching cock while she spoke. "I'm going to take a shower. Don't go anywhere."

I sat there in silence, aching with so much need. I could hear the shower running, and when it stopped I could hear her moving about the room. The scent of her freshly clean body was in the air. She was at the vanity; I could hear her using her makeup. Then she was in the closet, rustling through her clothing. Images of her all dolled up were flooding my mind, and I wished badly that I could see her. Then she was in front of me, her hands on my legs as she whispered to me again.

"I'll bet you wish you could see the way I look. I have a new outfit, and I've done my hair....of course, it wouldn't be complete without fresh makeup. You'd like to see me, wouldn't you baby."

I groaned, full of need that was driving me crazy. "Yes. Please."

"Mmmm" she purred. "Not yet baby." Her lips were on mine again, kissing me softly, teasingly. My cock responded, standing up. It was in plain sight for her to see, and she knew what she was doing to me. "Right now, I'm going to introduce you to an interesting lotion." I heard a jar open, and then felt the coolness of a cream on her hand spreading all over my cock, even around my balls. "It smells like cinnamon, can you smell it?"

"Yes....it feels cool, almost cold."

She laughed softly. "It's going to warm up. It may even be slightly uncomfortable for a while; but it's guaranteed to keep you in need."

I groaned. "god."

Suddenly I heard the doorbell ring. She leaned in close to me again, kissing me with a slow, wet kiss. "Eddie. He's here."

My breath caught for a moment, and I felt a panic rising inside. "Oh god.....baby..."

She stopped me, stroking my cock again, making sure that my arousal was still strong. "Shhh. Don't say anything baby. Just stay right here, and be a good boy for me. You need to go through this, ok? Do this for me baby."

My mouth was still open, half panting. I was very aware of how the reality of the situation was making my cock throb, and my face was burning.

She kissed me again, another slow wet kiss. "I'm going to let him in. You'll go through this for me, won't you." Her words were a bit stronger, a soft demand.

I nodded my head slowly....and whispered out "I love you Anna."

One more quick kiss, and she replied that she loved me too. Then her hand was off of me, and I heard her leave the room.

I could hear the front door open, and words being exchanged between the two of them; but I couldn't make out what was said. Silence, for what seemed like forever; then I could hear ice being put into a glass or two....they were making takes. And then I could hear the footsteps as they approached the room. Silence. I was painfully aware of the burning sensation on my cock from the lotion, and even more aware of how I must look. My cock was throbbing, standing straight up. I wanted badly to close my legs, knowing that I was so vulnerable and visible to everyone. The bed creaked, someone was getting onto it. Then his voice was in the room, the dominating voice that had affected me so strongly on the phone.

"It's so good to finally meet you, Eddie." My face was burning, and I couldn't utter a word. "I see you're all trussed up and ready, just the way I wanted to see you for the first time." He was walking around me, and I could almost feel his eyes studying me. "Yes, exactly the way you should be. And so aroused; you know I can see how strongly this is affecting you...and you haven't even seen how incredible your wife looks right now." I could feel him leaning in close to me. "I can see her though. She's lying back on the bed like such a good girl, waiting, knowing that I'm going to ravage her soon."

I just sat there, bound, and throbbing. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what. I felt so awkward, so low....just sitting there listening to him state things like that to me.

His attention was on her now; I could hear him take steps toward the bed, then the sound that drove it all home to me...the sound of a zipper. His words to her confirmed what I suspected. "Come here, my little slut. You know what to do."

I could hear the sounds of her sucking his cock. The sensation that was flowing through me made my head swim.

I heard him let out an approval, enjoying the lips of my wife. "Eddie, I know you can hear this. Blindfolded, you can still visualize what your wife is doing, can't you."

My face was burning so hotly, but my cock was literally throbbing. "yes." My answer was almost a whisper.

I could hear him address Anna, but it was meant for me to hear. "Look Anna, look at his cock. He can't hide how much this is turning him on. No matter what else happens, that can never be denied."

Suddenly he was standing before me....I knew this because I could feel his hands on the blindfold; but he paused before removing it. "Eddie, I don't want to deny you the way your lovely wife looks tonight. I'm going to take off this blindfold so you can see her. But know that once I remove this blindfold, it will stay off; and you will watch everything that I do to your beautiful little bride, in your own bed." He paused to give emphasis to his words. "Shall I remove the blindfold Eddie?"

In my mind, there was no choice. I couldn't bear to take this the way it was, blindfolded. I don't know if removing the blindfold would help, but my arousal was just too strong. I had to do something. I nodded my head yes.

The blindfold was off in an instant. The first thing I saw was a massive cock bobbing in my vision, still wet from my wife's sucking. I looked up, and saw a tall professional looking man, I suppose not bad looking as men go. He was looking down at me, with a slightly cocky smile on his face. Then he stepped aside, holding out his hand toward Anna as if he was presenting something.

"There she is, your beautiful wife." She was still on her hands and knees on the bed; apparently she'd been in that position to suck him. She looked so beautiful, in a new red/black teddy that even had black hose held up by a garter belt. Her hair was up, showing her neck; and her makeup was on thick, looking immaculate. The other thing that stood out to me was her bright red lipstick.... She never wore bright red lipstick; but the part that really stood out to me was how it was now smeared around her lips, the kind of thing you'd see on a cocksucking whore. The reality of her sucking his cock was overwhelming; just a while ago, she'd been sucking my own cock, and kissing me. And I saw the size of his cock; god..... I was feeling so low. But my arousal was only that much stronger. I didn't understand it, but didn't have the ability to even try to put logic to it.

He turned to her then, and moved her out of the way to yank the covers of the bed down, revealing the clean sheets below. There was something about that simple act that made my stomach drop out; opening the bed, our bed... knowing full well what his intentions are.

I watched, with my cock raging, as this man confidently and quickly stripped and mounted my wife in our bed. There was no prelude, it was a swift 'taking', as if he was demonstrating to both of us the power he had. He had stamina, and just kept going, fucking her hard for quite a while in a standard missionary position. Anna's head was back, her eyes closed as she was used so roughly; she wasn't quiet about it, just letting go and moaning loudly as she felt the fullness in being taken. Her legs were up, her feet out, a classic image of a willing woman being fucked. Eventually, he stopped, turning her over onto all fours; he spun her around so that her face was toward mine. I could now see both of their faces; he was looking at me, locking my eyes onto his as he fucked her doggy style, the confident smirk on his face a statement to me: "I own your wife." A couple of times while he was taking her like that, she opened her eyes to look at me; each time, the sensations overwhelmed her, and she closed her eyes, intensely falling into being fucked.

Unfortunately for me, my cock wouldn't stop aching; the burning of the lotion seemed to intensify the erection, making me ache so badly for it to be touched. I watched as another man's cock received the attention of my wife's pussy, knowing well that he was feeling the warmth, the tight wetness wrapped around his cock. His eyes commanded my attention again, and his voice was smooth and strong despite the amount of effort that he was extending in fucking her so thoroughly. His body was dripping with sweat, and I could see a sheen on my wife as well. "Do you see what I've been doing to your sweet little wife, Eddie? I can see plainly that you enjoy this; look at your cock, it's betraying you fully. Look Anna, open your eyes and look at your husband. See how he wants this, how he wants to see his bride touched and used by another man."

She opened her eyes, and was looking at me with a flushed face. "Do you see it, Anna?" his words were prompting an answer. Her head bobbed up and down in a yes, and then her mouth hissed out a "Yes."

"No choice, Eddie. No choice but to sit there and watch me *** the woman you love." He continued with words of that nature as I watched him build up; just before he let go, he had a command for my wife. "I want you looking into your husband's eyes, Anna, as I let go into you. I want him seeing into the soul of his slutty little wife; and I want you to have your eyes open, looking at your husband as you feel my *** flood into you." Suddenly he was letting go with all that he had.

That was probably the most intense moment of my life, hearing his words, and knowing that he was pumping his seed into the woman I love, in our bed, while I sat by helplessly tied to a chair completely naked. Her eyes were locked onto mine, and I even saw a little widening of her eyes as she felt the heat of his cum flood into her. He came for a seemingly long time, enjoying every sensation of filling her.

I watched as he rested in her for a moment, his hands idly tracing her bare ass; I saw him ever so slowly slide his long cock out of her, and watched her mouth open with a mild gasp as she felt him vacate her most intimate womanly area.

Climbing off the bed, his large cock still semi hard and glistening from their wetness, he walked around and guided her carefully off of the bed. "Mount him, right now."

He led her to me, and she straddled my chair, getting into a lewd position to settle her used pussy over my cock. Even before it engulfed my cock, I could feel the wetness of his cum dripping down onto me. And then she was all around me, her soaked and sloppy pussy grinding against my crotch with my cock as deep as it could go into her. Standing to the side of us, he had a grip on the back of both of our necks, showing the control he had over us. His words guided her, telling her "That's right, fuck him, slowly, make him feel your unfaithfulness as it coats his penis with my cum."

His words plundered my mind, making me feel weak as he referred to my penis, as opposed to calling it a cock. It was so clear to me that he was the dominant, and that he was in control; feeling his cum in my wife, I was so strongly aware that I was the lesser. I'd been so much in need, I thought I would release right away; but the sloppy wetness of her kept the friction from getting me off too quickly. He kept us like that for so long, even taking the time to walk behind her and reach his hands around to stroke her breast right in front of me. She was lost in lust, almost naturalistic, like an object. My own need was building, and I realized that I was starting to lose any kind of control, just as I'd already lost my pride. He could see it building, and started coaxing her to work it more. "That's right, slut, fuck him. Come on Eddie, fuck the slut....fuck the sloppy wife, fuck the sloppy pussy." Constant words that were so lewd and dirty; I was on the verge and he knew it.

Then his voice took on a different tone. "Eddie." I looked up at him, as he was behind my wife stroking her face and hair. "You like this, don't you." I couldn't answer, was just looking up at him with my face strained with need. "Tell me you like this, and that you want this. That's all I need to hear from you, and then I will take possession of both you and your wife. I'll own you, and I will take you both down a road of darkness that will drive you insane with lust. But you need to admit to your desire, you need to look me in the eyes and tell me you want this. Do it, just say it this once, and then you can let go. It'll be over, and you won't have to worry about decisions on this for a long time to come. Tell me you want this control, tell me you need this control." My eyes turned away for a moment, hardly able to bear the shame of how he was arousing me. He bent down to whisper into my wife's ear, and I could hear him tell her to make me say it.

She looked at me, even as she was panting, but her eyes were unfocused, lost in need as she rode my cock. "Please baby, please. Do it. Tell him you want this, please baby, just do it. Please, let him own us."

Her words were too much for me, and I could feel my orgasm building beyond the stopping point. I looked up at him, and he raised a confident eyebrow expecting an answer right that moment. I gave it to him, groaning it out as I released the pent up need inside of my wife's already soaked pussy. "God, please....yes, please. Do it, control us, oh god.........."

As I came down off my high, I could feel Anna still mildly working her hips around my cock, her head resting on my shoulder; her breath was against my neck, and she was letting out an occasional whimper; she whispered "Good boy", like she'd done in the past when she had control.

He was behind me, one fist gripping my hair, while the other was wrapped around my throat and lifting my chin up. His voice was in my ear, soft but solidly bold. "I own you now Eddie. In every way, including the woman you love. I'm going to do things to the two of you that would make a whore blush. I'm going to take you down a path from which you won't ever want to return. It's already too late, Eddie. You can't go back now, do you understand me?"

I tried to nod yes, but his grip was firm. "Yes......I understand."

"I am your Master now. I own you, and I own your wife. I want to hear you say that."

I whispered out a soft "Please", but his grip tightened, reaffirming that I was to say as he told me.

"Say it Eddie, say it so your wife hears it and knows it. Tell her."

"You are my Master. You own me. You own my wife. I'll do what You say."

As I said it, his hands released their grip and he quickly released me from my bonds. His strong arms lifted Anna carefully off of me, and he laid her on the bed. I brought my arms around to stretch them, but he was already turned to me. A strong hand grasped my arm, guiding me onto the bed. "Clean her up, Eddie. You know what to do, don't you." It was a statement. He knew me better than I knew myself; I did know what to do.

Humbly, with my face still burning from so much shame, I leaned my head in between my wife's legs that were lifted to present the creampie. My mind was already so gone, I leaned in without a second thought, and I licked and sucked as if that was my purpose in life. I knew to keep going, to suck her clean. Exhausted as she was, it still brought out need in her, and she was groaning and panting with wild abandon.

I don't know how long I was like that; it could have been 10 minutes, it could have been 2 hours. I kept at it until my mouth was simply too tired to even talk; I rolled off to the side and lay there beside my exhausted wife; it was hard to tell if she was even awake or not. He was gone; it took me a while to realize it, and I still didn't know for sure until sometime later when I stood to go downstairs to get a take. I half expected to find him sitting on our couch; but no, he was gone.

But I knew it'd just begun.

Chapter Thirteen:

Owned.

I stopped by the restroom to clean up a little before returning to bed with my wife. She was still out, lying there looking like a woman who'd been thoroughly used. The scent of sex was still strong in the air, and I laid down next to her and put my arm around her. I was so much in love with her, and knew that even all that had just happened would not affect that. I needed her in my life, and wanted her badly to know that. Despite being exhausted, my mind kept going through all that had happened, and I tried to imagine what it might be like in the near future. Eventually though, I fell fast arelax.

The weekend went by without incident. Saturday night, Anna and I had a heart to heart though; I needed to know that she genuinely wanted this, and needed to make sure that she could handle this without it destroying our marriage. She reassured me solidly, because it was something that had really been on her mind as well. She wanted to make sure that I could handle this without it destroying our marriage. I was honest with her in telling her that I really didn't know how much of this I could take; we both agreed to continue taking this one step at a time, and we each assured the other that before either of our feelings got out of hand that we would stop it if we needed to.

Monday afternoon I was surprised with a call to my cell phone; a number I didn't recognize came up, but I had a moment and answered.

His voice was on the other end, smooth and confident as can be. "Hello Eddie, do you have a moment?"

I could feel my face heat up quickly; all of the sensations of being in the presence of someone way over me came flooding in, and my voice was a bit shaky when I answered yes.

"Good. Anna has told me that you often have the ability to leave work at your leisure; you can do this for me this afternoon, yes?"

It was almost stated in a way that left no room for refusal. "Well.......I guess I could....for a little while; what did you have in mind?"

"Good boy Eddie. We need to meet to discuss a few things, in private; I won't take up your entire afternoon, so don't worry about that." He proceeded to name a time and a hotel with a room number to come up to. It caught me off guard, not understanding why a restaurant or even just a parking lot wouldn't work. But his tone left no room for argument, and I was too nervous talking with him to even think of saying no. "Eddie, follow my instructions exactly, ok? I don't want you to call that sweet wife of yours either; she doesn't need to know of this meeting right now."

I did as he instructed, and knocked on the room door at the appointed time. I was very nervous and could feel my hands trembling, even a shaking in my legs. He opened the door and stood there looking me over for a moment. His height put him over me by at least a full head, and the power that he exuded only accented his authority.

Without saying a word, but giving me a condescending smile, he stood back and motioned for me to enter. The room was dimly lit with the curtains drawn shut, and it felt strange to be walking into a hotel room in this fashion on such a sunny day.

I stood near the desk of the room, feeling a bit lost and awkward. Mark walked in after me, and stood leaning against a wall several steps away from me. "Eddie, I know that all of this has been a bit of a shock for you, and probably a bit difficult to deal with. I wanted to meet with you away from Anna so we could have a chance to talk about it. One of the things that I'm sure is important to you, as it's important to me as well, is to make sure that this doesn't lessen Anna's love for you. I also want to make damn sure that this doesn't affect your own love for her." I nodded my head in agreement, still a bit too nervous to really say anything. "Eddie, I have no desire at all to break up your marriage in any way. I noticed something in Anna though, and took advantage of it; as I learned about you, I began to recognize some tell-tale signs about you. I want you to be honest with me right now, ok? It's just you and me. You've fantasized about things of this nature before, haven't you."

It was a statement as much as it was a question. I felt my face burning, but I suddenly felt vulnerable and had a sensation that I should be honest and open. "Yes." It came out hesitantly.

"How long?"

I knew he was asking how long I'd thought about it. Again, I was hesitant. "A few years now."

His eyebrows raised. "And you've kept it hidden inside. It's hard to admit to, isn't it."

I was beginning to feel that he could relate in some way, or that he genuinely understood what it was that was inside of me. I even began to hope that maybe he could help me understand it. "Yes. I don't know why these thoughts have come to me, and aroused me. It's been hard to even admit it to myself. I wish I knew why this affects me so strongly."

"It's ok, Eddie. You aren't alone in these thoughts, as I'm sure you know. You read online about it, don't you."

God, it was like he could read me like a book. I nodded my head, admitting for the first time to anyone in my life that I read about cuckoldry.

"Eddie, I understand you far more than you know. I can help you with this; you need someone who understands, but more than that you need someone you can trust, someone who has a genuine caring for your relationship with your wife. I can help you, but you are going to have to put your trust in me. I need you to tell me you want this, and to know that you can trust me."

My face was burning, and I was suddenly aware that by talking with him like this, I was feeling the arousal. I was nervous, and embarrassed; but I was aroused and wanting this. I'd never thought that anything like this could really come to pass, but the past week or so had really brought it all to life; now I was hearing exactly what I needed to hear the most, that He wanted me to know I could trust in him. I found that my gaze had slowly gone to the floor while I was lost in thought, and I was nodding my head yes. Yes I wanted this. Yes I wanted to trust him. He saw me nodding, and softly urged me to say it out loud. And I did.

"Eddie, prove to me that you trust me. Prove to me that you want this to happen. Prove to me that you can do this. You need to be in front of me, bare of all walls. Strip down; I want you completely naked before we continue this conversation."

It sank into me like a brick; but I complied, knowing that he'd already seen me naked. I stripped down, putting my clothing in a pile off to the side. Even before I was completely bare, he'd told me that he expected me to kneel naked before him. So there I was, a grown man, completely naked and kneeling before a man fully dressed like an executive, with my arousal raging in front of me. Automatically I clasped my hands together behind my back; it just seemed to be the right thing to do.

He pulled up a chair and sat there in front of me. His voice was softer, yet still full of authority. "Yes, yes. That's a good boy, Eddie. You know your place, don't you. You know what you are deep inside, and you know that you aren't the strong one. Eddie, I'm the dominant, and I know you. This is good, this is right. This is where you belong." He leaned forward a little, as if he was confiding in me. "I'm glad that you can show your trust in me. Eddie, I'm going to do so much to that beautiful wife of yours, and all of it will be shared with you. I will make sure that she wants it, that she loves it...... just as you want it, and love it. I've been a Dominant for a very long time, and know to appreciate a submissive couple when it's presented. I'm in a position to enjoy this dark pastime of mine, and you both are in a position now to give me exactly what I want." His hand slowly reached down, cupping my balls that were hanging low beneath my raging need. I stiffened, almost flinching....but I'd already gone too far, and knew to hold my position. This was the first time another man had ever touched my most private of areas, and the heat was flooding me like hell. "Good boy. Yes, see? I can even reach out and grab you by the balls. I have you by the balls now, not just literally....with all of the knowledge I have about you, and the carnal knowledge I have of your wife, you belong to me. Don't you Eddie."

His grip tightened mildly, accenting his desire for a proper answer. "Yes Sir. I belong to you. We both belong to you."

He chuckled as he released me and leaned back in his chair before me. "Yes, you have been reading. You know how to obey, and obey well, don't you. Tell me Eddie, what other fantasies do you have? Hmmm?"

I shook my head, stating that I really didn't know. "I just know that I've thought about what it would be like to have all control taken away, so much so that even my wife was available to be used, ***d....and that there's nothing I can do about it. I've just wanted to know that kind of control. That I have no choice." The confession was just rolling off my tongue, and he was listening, taking it all in.

Again he leaned forward, and this time his voice was almost harsh, making his control clear. "From here on out, you have no choice Eddie. I'm going to fuck your wife in every way I desire. I'm going to use her, and even show her off. Believe me, she is going to be the slut that you've fantasized about. You're going to see it all, Eddie. Most of it." He added that last line with a bit of a laugh. "And there is nothing at all that you can do about it from here on out." He pointed and lifted my chin with his hand to guide my gaze to a table across the room. "Do you see that?" There was a small digital video recorder sitting on the table pointed right at us. "Your confession is all captured now, and you are captured. Just as I controlled your wife into this, I now control you. Do not question me, and do not try to stop this from happening. You will passively accept all of this, and if I demand it, you will encourage your wife into things that I desire if she hesitates. Am I making myself understood?"

My face had gone white, then back to red. I knew the real power that he now had; blackmail was possible, with that recording. I knew I would never want anyone to ever see me like this, or to know that I'm like this. I knew that what he was saying was law, and that I would have to continue with this from now on, even if I felt the desire to stop it. No choice. That little fantasy of mine was now a reality. No choice. I nodded my head, acknowledging him. "Yes Sir, I understand." My voice was a meek whisper.

"You have one final thing to do here before you can leave. Reach down and stroke yourself for me, Eddie. Show me that you're obedient. Remember Eddie, no choices anymore. Your role is the lesser, you are the submissive, along with that slut wife of yours. Your role is to obey. That's it, reach between your legs and stroke your penis for me."

My face was burning. I'd never even really touched myself like that in front of my wife, and now I was doing it in front of another man. But not just in front of him; this was being recorded.

His voice continued, while I jerked myself off in front of him; he was telling me about how he was our Master now, and that we were going to do things that we probably never even fantasized about. He hinted at thoughts of us being presented in front of others, where everyone would know that we were married, but that we were both submissives together to Him. He made it crystal clear that he was going to continue to "know" my wife, and that she was going to go so much further down this path than she'd already gone. As embarrassing as it was to be jerking off naked in front of him, I was needing relief so badly that I wanted this. He started making me say things, admitting that I wanted this, telling him that I would obey him in every way. He had me ask him, and continue to beg him to fuck my wife. This continued until I couldn't take it anymore, and he commanded me to release my load into my hand.

I knelt there breathless, panting, and feeling the shame of what I'd done. It was almost overwhelming, but I was so aware of my true presentation now. He was silent for a moment, then he reached down and grabbed the wrist of my hand that had my cum in it. Slowly he guided it up to my face and used my hand to paint my face. I just let him do it; no choice. Before he let go of my wrist he focused my hand on my mouth, coating my lips.

I sat there, completely humiliated and ashamed, with the scent of cum overwhelming my senses. The taste was there, even though I wasn't trying to taste it.

He sat back for a moment to enjoy my discomfort as he smiled down at me. "Get used to that, Eddie, because you will know the smell of cum as well as the taste of it."

He stood up and as he left the room, he mentioned that Anna would be a bit late in coming home this evening; he was going to have her for a quickie before she came home. "So she'll be full of my cum, just so you know. Eddie, you will be licking her tonight, and she will be wet with my cum."

With that, he left the room, leaving me still kneeling there naked with my face coated and slowly drying. I looked down, out of shame, and just watched as my cock softened into nothing. That's how I felt I was at the moment, nothing. His parting words kept echoing in my mind, that he was going to use my wife before she came home to me tonight.

Chapter Fourteen:

Monday Night.

I came home from work that evening, quite subdued. I couldn't get the afternoon out of my mind, and the empty house only re-iterated to me that Anna was being used. She hadn't called me, and I hadn't called her. I sat on the couch and drank a couple of takes before Anna showed up.

She walked in, and it was easy to see that she'd gone through an ordeal. Her hair wasn't completely intact, and I could only imagine that she'd cleaned up at least a little before coming home. Her face was still somewhat flushed, and she came right over to me to straddle me on the couch. She kissed me deeply, and kept looking into my eyes the whole time.

"The kids went home from school with friends; we'll have to go get them in a while."

I just replied with an "ah", and then she was kissing me deeply again. She opened her shirt, pulling my hand in to feel her breast that was void of a bra. Still she said nothing about what she'd done; I assumed he briefed her that I was aware. She continued working on me, kissing me, her arms around my neck, driving me to need her. When she could feel my hardness between her legs, she reached down to unzip and open my pants...she quickly took me in hand and guided me right into her. She had no panties on, obviously...and I was notably aware that she was open and soaked. I knew I was fucking her as 'sloppy seconds'. She worked me, continuing to kiss me, driving herself down onto my now aching cock.

Finally she spoke. "You know he used me, and was fucking me less than 20 minutes ago."

I nodded my head, having a hard time with the knowledge; I buried my face in her open breast, closing my eyes to fall into the world of her womanliness. Still she continued with her words.

"He told me you knew. And then he had me meet him at the hotel. He fucked me for a solid hour; for a while, he made love to me."

I had to interrupt, despite my arousal. "Did you like that?"

She held off answering for a moment, but didn't stop working her sex against me. "I only make love to you, Eddie. Only you."

It was a good answer, I realized. She made me know that she loved me, but didn't call attention to the fact that she relished another man making love to her. I indicated my interruption was over by kissing her chest and slowly licking all around her beautiful breast. At the same time, I took notice of the marks on her breast; he'd been rough with her, leaving hickies in several places all around.

"But his lovemaking changed; he started fucking me, and taking me. He worked me over pretty good, baby." She paused with her words while she fucked me, rolling her head back in enjoyment. She was getting off on this, and despite the shame it brought inside of me when I thought about how I was being cucked, I found a strange satisfaction in knowing that she was enjoying it. I let my mind wander for a moment, kind of realizing just how much I really did love her. She was kissing me deeply again, and her breath was getting ragged. "He told me that he's going to show us off soon. This weekend he wants to take us to a party that's being held a couple of hours outside of the city. A private party, being held by someone quite wealthy." She let it sink in to me, and was looking me in the eyes with lust that was just flooding out of her. Suddenly her train of thought changed for a moment. "You like this feeling, don't you baby. Feeling your cock inside of me, feeling how soaked I am. Wet with his cum. I've seen it in your face, and can feel the hardness when it's brought to your attention. Tell me the truth, you like feeling your cock in my used pussy."

Her words affected me, and as difficult as it was, I found myself wanting to be honest with her. I nodded my head, even as I felt the rush of heat to my face. "Yes. I don't know what it is, why. But yes.... It turns me on. I hate it. But I can't help what it does to me."

She leaned in close, genuinely trying to console me. "Shhh, baby. I know it's hard. I know part of you hates this. Part of me hates this too. But god....this is so dark, so taboo....and to see you so turned on by it, I don't know why, but it just turns me on so much to see you like this."

Being so open with her, and for her to be so open, drew out small pangs of anguish inside of me. I had a pained look on my face, and could even feel hints of it coming to the surface in my eyes. She looked at me, so intensely, and I know she saw my eyes getting glassy from the buildup.

"Shhhh...baby." She leaned in, kissing me, whispering to me. "I know this hurts. But you're taking it, you're taking it so well. Please keep taking it for me, at least for a while. Let the feelings come out, feel the intensity of what's being done to us. I know it hurts, but let it keep hurting, and then feel what comes after that......"

She'd started really fucking me as she whispered to me, and the mix of sexual need with anguish was making my head spin. I felt my need building up, and she sensed my body getting tense with the need for release.

"Good boy, come on baby, let it go, put it in me. Let go of it all, fill me up even more. Mix it in there with what I already have in me, come on baby..." She kept the words coming at me until I couldn't take it anymore, and I released into her with a groan of need and hurt.

My face was buried in her bare breast, and I was still letting out small groans as I kept my arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Her own arms were around my neck, holding me against her closely, and I could still hear her soft "shhhhhh....shhh baby. That's my good boy, shhhhh".

Eventually we started to separate, but she brought up that I still had a task that was required of me. "He made it clear to me that you are to lick me after, baby. Right here, right now. Do it for me baby, and then we'll go pick up the kids."

She slid off of me, lying back against the couch with her legs up, as if she was holding everything in for me. Humbly, I knelt down between her legs, and started licking her. I spent a long time there, licking, sucking... I could feel her pushing out, doing what she could to provide me with all of what she had inside of her. My senses were overloaded with the scent and taste of sex, and my mind was twisted as I saw her push out the flooding that had been inside of her. She laid there passively enjoying the smoothness of my tongue for the longest time, and then she got into it as her own need built up inside of her again. I didn't have it in me to ask her how many times she'd cum today.

When it was finished, she kissed me deeply, reassuring me even further that she truly loves me with all of her heart. We cleaned up and drove out together to pick up the kids.

Chapter Fifteen:

The Party.

In bed that night, she went on to explain more of what she knew about the party, which wasn't really much. Anna had planned to take the kids to her mom's on Friday night after work, and then we were to expect Him to show up at our house to take us to the party; we were to expect to be gone all night.

The week went by without incident, at least none that I was aware of. My wife indicated on Thursday that she'd spoken to Him a couple of times as he wanted to verify that we were still available for Him on Friday.

Friday night came too quickly, in my opinion. I'd pretty much settled into the groove of 'daily life', and now it was time for things to progress again.

I was as nervous as could be that evening as Anna ran the kids over to her mom's. Her excitement and anxiety was visible when she showed back up. I'd showered and dressed casually in Dockers and a Polo; she hurried up to shower and dress, stating that we needed to be ready when He arrived. His plan was to be there by 7PM.

By 6:50, I'd had a couple of takes and was feeling the anxiety leave me; Anna was still putting on her makeup when the doorbell rang.

I let Him in, unable to make eye contact. I hadn't realized how strongly I was feeling so much lower than Him until I answered the door and heard his strong and confident voice. My eyes immediately averted lower, and I let him pass by to walk confidently into the living room. He questioned immediately where Anna was, and I let him know that she was almost ready.

"Well good, good. That will give you and I a chance to talk before we leave. Eddie, I need you kneeling in the middle of the floor while we talk."

My face reddened visibly, but I was already past the point of being able to refuse Him, even in our own home. "Eddie, you remember our talk the other day at the hotel."

I nodded yes.

"Good, then I expect no refusals out of you during all of this." He squatted lower to be at my eye level, but still exuded pure dominance over me in his stance. His voice was softer, but cut through me with solid control. "Eddie, I expect you to help encourage Anna to submit to this fully. It's going to be a challenge for you; there will be others there, and they will know. Everything. Either one or both of you may falter; but Eddie, you don't have the choice to falter. This means it will require you to help coax her along, and to provide your support. You love her, and you need to make sure that she knows that won't change, no matter what happens. Do you understand this, Eddie?"

His words sank in to me, and I knew that I had no choice in this; I also knew that she wanted this...and a part of me did too. My voice was soft, humred when I spoke. "Yes, I understand. I'll make sure she knows that I love her...that this is going to be ok."

"Good boy, Eddie. Trust me, this is going to be a night you won't ever forget. It's going to impact both of you, deeply; just keep your mind open, and never forget your love for your wife." With that he stood up. "I'm going to go check on our lovely Anna. You just wait right there, on your knees, obediently."

He led her back down, and I looked up from my obviously subservient position to see Him walking toward me with his arm wrapped tightly around her waist. It struck me how beautiful she was, and it hit like a brick to see her walking with another man like that. She'd applied her makeup strongly, looking immaculate. He had a solid smile on his face, one that declared "look what I have". I felt so low, kneeling in the middle of the floor, her seeing me so submissive like that in front of him.

"You see Anna? He's going to do just fine tonight. You watch...your husband is going to be a perfect submissive, right alongside his sexy little wife, aren't you Eddie."

As always, my face burned....but I answered yes.

"You want to see your wife submit, don't you Eddie."

He was pushing me, knowing that he had the control. Again, I answered yes, but it was so soft and subdued that the sound of my own presentation shamed me.

To nobody in particular, he stated "And she is going to submit in so many lewd ways." He chuckled, and then announced that it was time to get going.

He drove a Mercedes; I hadn't known that. Even that added to my feeling of being "the lesser". She was to ride up front with him, and I was in the back. Before pulling out of the driveway, each of us was handed a set of headphones with individual tape players. We were to listen to our tapes for the extent of the drive; each of us were handed a blindfold as well. I was glad that the Mercedes had darkened windows; it was still light out, and it made my face burn to imagine being seen driving along like that.

We were also given 2 sets of unlabeled tapes, with instructions to change them out after the first ended. I sat back comfortably and began to listen as we took off. My tape was professionally done; the first consisted of a woman who spent some time explaining some of the basics of BDSM, and then she led into some mind control aspects. The mind control aspects focused on magicsis, with a lot of repetition; she went over and over how I was submissive, how I was to focus on my role as the lesser. Her voice was smooth, even monotone at times. I found myself almost dozing, yet strongly aroused at her seductive way of reminding me that I was to always submit to the One over me. There were times that she focused on magictizing me; I've never been a strong believer in magicsis, but for all I knew I was magictized. I was so relaxed, and by the time the first tape ended, I felt a sense of contentment (if it could be called that) at being lower than those who had power.

The second tape was a male; a strong but subtle voice. He picked up pretty much where the woman left off, explaining to me that it was my role to be submissive, even to the point of knowing that those who had authority over me could see, handle, and use my wife. He focused strongly on cuckoldry, and he rolled into the mind control aspect as well, taking the time to focus on putting me under. He made it clear to me, over and over, that I had no choice anymore over the way the Dominant controlled my wife, as well as myself. This was the way it should be, and it was necessary in my life. Listening to this for such a long time, I didn't recognize how soft my mind had become. It was becoming a part of who I was, and it was etched into my mind permanently, almost like a scarring. His words planted so many seeds in my mind, painting images of how submissive couples needed to exist; how we were there to serve, and that over time we would be mentally marked, as well as physically marked by our Owner. Our love was strong, clearly, but our presentation needed to be complete by giving up so completely to our Master. Our presentation needed to override all of our old thoughts of morality.

By the time the tape ended, my mind was completely subdued. He knew when my tape ended from the 'click' of the tape stopping. He reached back to take the headphones and player from me. "Eddie, Anna's tape is still playing, but it will be over soon. We're almost there. For now, I want you to open your pants and stroke your penis a little while; I can see that you're hard, just make sure you don't cum."

I didn't even question it; I opened my slacks and pulled it out. It just felt right to be doing that, despite the lewdness of it all.

Later I learned that Anna's tape had been similar, but had actually been custom made to reflect our real life situation. She listened to all male voices, explaining to her that this was natural for her, that it was necessary for her own fulfillment as well as for mine. They focused on making her acknowledge in her own mind that she was a slut, there to serve as a slut; the intent was to make her understand that 'slut' was not a bad term, that it wasn't part of the common way of thinking. A slut was a good thing for her, to know that she was to spread her legs at the command of her Master, no matter what she might have thought in the past. The past way of thinking was wrong, and she was just now falling into the role in which she was meant to be. A slut's goal is to serve her Master, to seek to always please Him, even when it meant to humble and break down the man she loved, her husband. There were parts in the tape that mentioned me by name, telling her that I was among the types of husbands who need this, who thrive on knowing their wife will obey and eagerly please a stronger Man of authority. It's the way things are meant to be, and only in that way would we be able to find our fulfillment as a loving couple.

As I stroked myself slowly, I heard her last tape end, and heard Him talking to her. His voice was softer, yet still authoritative. From his words to her, telling her to spread her legs for him, I knew he was touching her intimately. I also knew that she was soaked, from listening to the tapes; he stated as much.

I felt the car pull into a drive, one that turned out to be a long winding drive. As he pulled into the drive, he instructed me to put my 'penis' away now; and we were both to take off our blindfolds.

It was dark out now, so my eyes were able to adjust well. I could see the house we were approaching; it was more like a mansion. The reality of how rich these folks must be made me even more self-conscious of my own position, just reaffirming my sensation that I was not on their level. I suspected that we were 'late' because there were a lot of cars parked all around; enough that I didn't even try to count. He stopped the car a little ways from the house; he got out and came around to open the door for my wife, and he also opened the back door to let me out. We stood there for a moment, and he took a moment to instruct us.

When it was finished, she kissed me deeply, reassuring me even further that she truly loves me with all of her heart. We cleaned up and drove out together to pick up the kids.

Chapter Fifteen:

The Party.

In bed that night, she went on to explain more of what she knew about the party, which wasn't really much. Anna had planned to take the kids to her mom's on Friday night after work, and then we were to expect Him to show up at our house to take us to the party; we were to expect to be gone all night.

The week went by without incident, at least none that I was aware of. My wife indicated on Thursday that she'd spoken to Him a couple of times as he wanted to verify that we were still available for Him on Friday.

Friday night came too quickly, in my opinion. I'd pretty much settled into the groove of 'daily life', and now it was time for things to progress again.

I was as nervous as could be that evening as Anna ran the kids over to her mom's. Her excitement and anxiety was visible when she showed back up. I'd showered and dressed casually in Dockers and a Polo; she hurried up to shower and dress, stating that we needed to be ready when He arrived. His plan was to be there by 7PM.

By 6:50, I'd had a couple of takes and was feeling the anxiety leave me; Anna was still putting on her makeup when the doorbell rang.

I let Him in, unable to make eye contact. I hadn't realized how strongly I was feeling so much lower than Him until I answered the door and heard his strong and confident voice. My eyes immediately averted lower, and I let him pass by to walk confidently into the living room. He questioned immediately where Anna was, and I let him know that she was almost ready.

"Well good, good. That will give you and I a chance to talk before we leave. Eddie, I need you kneeling in the middle of the floor while we talk."

My face reddened visibly, but I was already past the point of being able to refuse Him, even in our own home. "Eddie, you remember our talk the other day at the hotel."

I nodded yes.

"Good, then I expect no refusals out of you during all of this." He squatted lower to be at my eye level, but still exuded pure dominance over me in his stance. His voice was softer, but cut through me with solid control. "Eddie, I expect you to help encourage Anna to submit to this fully. It's going to be a challenge for you; there will be others there, and they will know. Everything. Either one or both of you may falter; but Eddie, you don't have the choice to falter. This means it will require you to help coax her along, and to provide your support. You love her, and you need to make sure that she knows that won't change, no matter what happens. Do you understand this, Eddie?"

His words sank in to me, and I knew that I had no choice in this; I also knew that she wanted this...and a part of me did too. My voice was soft, humred when I spoke. "Yes, I understand. I'll make sure she knows that I love her...that this is going to be ok."

"Good boy, Eddie. Trust me, this is going to be a night you won't ever forget. It's going to impact both of you, deeply; just keep your mind open, and never forget your love for your wife." With that he stood up. "I'm going to go check on our lovely Anna. You just wait right there, on your knees, obediently."

He led her back down, and I looked up from my obviously subservient position to see Him walking toward me with his arm wrapped tightly around her waist. It struck me how beautiful she was, and it hit like a brick to see her walking with another man like that. She'd applied her makeup strongly, looking immaculate. He had a solid smile on his face, one that declared "look what I have". I felt so low, kneeling in the middle of the floor, her seeing me so submissive like that in front of him.

"You see Anna? He's going to do just fine tonight. You watch...your husband is going to be a perfect submissive, right alongside his sexy little wife, aren't you Eddie."

As always, my face burned....but I answered yes.

"You want to see your wife submit, don't you Eddie."

He was pushing me, knowing that he had the control. Again, I answered yes, but it was so soft and subdued that the sound of my own presentation shamed me.

To nobody in particular, he stated "And she is going to submit in so many lewd ways." He chuckled, and then announced that it was time to get going.

He drove a Mercedes; I hadn't known that. Even that added to my feeling of being "the lesser". She was to ride up front with him, and I was in the back. Before pulling out of the driveway, each of us was handed a set of headphones with individual tape players. We were to listen to our tapes for the extent of the drive; each of us were handed a blindfold as well. I was glad that the Mercedes had darkened windows; it was still light out, and it made my face burn to imagine being seen driving along like that.

We were also given 2 sets of unlabeled tapes, with instructions to change them out after the first ended. I sat back comfortably and began to listen as we took off. My tape was professionally done; the first consisted of a woman who spent some time explaining some of the basics of BDSM, and then she led into some mind control aspects. The mind control aspects focused on magicsis, with a lot of repetition; she went over and over how I was submissive, how I was to focus on my role as the lesser. Her voice was smooth, even monotone at times. I found myself almost dozing, yet strongly aroused at her seductive way of reminding me that I was to always submit to the One over me. There were times that she focused on magictizing me; I've never been a strong believer in magicsis, but for all I knew I was magictized. I was so relaxed, and by the time the first tape ended, I felt a sense of contentment (if it could be called that) at being lower than those who had power.

The second tape was a male; a strong but subtle voice. He picked up pretty much where the woman left off, explaining to me that it was my role to be submissive, even to the point of knowing that those who had authority over me could see, handle, and use my wife. He focused strongly on cuckoldry, and he rolled into the mind control aspect as well, taking the time to focus on putting me under. He made it clear to me, over and over, that I had no choice anymore over the way the Dominant controlled my wife, as well as myself. This was the way it should be, and it was necessary in my life. Listening to this for such a long time, I didn't recognize how soft my mind had become. It was becoming a part of who I was, and it was etched into my mind permanently, almost like a scarring. His words planted so many seeds in my mind, painting images of how submissive couples needed to exist; how we were there to serve, and that over time we would be mentally marked, as well as physically marked by our Owner. Our love was strong, clearly, but our presentation needed to be complete by giving up so completely to our Master. Our presentation needed to override all of our old thoughts of morality.

By the time the tape ended, my mind was completely subdued. He knew when my tape ended from the 'click' of the tape stopping. He reached back to take the headphones and player from me. "Eddie, Anna's tape is still playing, but it will be over soon. We're almost there. For now, I want you to open your pants and stroke your penis a little while; I can see that you're hard, just make sure you don't cum."

I didn't even question it; I opened my slacks and pulled it out. It just felt right to be doing that, despite the lewdness of it all.

Later I learned that Anna's tape had been similar, but had actually been custom made to reflect our real life situation. She listened to all male voices, explaining to her that this was natural for her, that it was necessary for her own fulfillment as well as for mine. They focused on making her acknowledge in her own mind that she was a slut, there to serve as a slut; the intent was to make her understand that 'slut' was not a bad term, that it wasn't part of the common way of thinking. A slut was a good thing for her, to know that she was to spread her legs at the command of her Master, no matter what she might have thought in the past. The past way of thinking was wrong, and she was just now falling into the role in which she was meant to be. A slut's goal is to serve her Master, to seek to always please Him, even when it meant to humble and break down the man she loved, her husband. There were parts in the tape that mentioned me by name, telling her that I was among the types of husbands who need this, who thrive on knowing their wife will obey and eagerly please a stronger Man of authority. It's the way things are meant to be, and only in that way would we be able to find our fulfillment as a loving couple.

As I stroked myself slowly, I heard her last tape end, and heard Him talking to her. His voice was softer, yet still authoritative. From his words to her, telling her to spread her legs for him, I knew he was touching her intimately. I also knew that she was soaked, from listening to the tapes; he stated as much.

I felt the car pull into a drive, one that turned out to be a long winding drive. As he pulled into the drive, he instructed me to put my 'penis' away now; and we were both to take off our blindfolds.

It was dark out now, so my eyes were able to adjust well. I could see the house we were approaching; it was more like a mansion. The reality of how rich these folks must be made me even more self-conscious of my own position, just reaffirming my sensation that I was not on their level. I suspected that we were 'late' because there were a lot of cars parked all around; enough that I didn't even try to count. He stopped the car a little ways from the house; he got out and came around to open the door for my wife, and he also opened the back door to let me out. We stood there for a moment, and he took a moment to instruct us.

When it was finished, she kissed me deeply, reassuring me even further that she truly loves me with all of her heart. We cleaned up and drove out together to pick up the kids.

Chapter Fifteen:

The Party.

In bed that night, she went on to explain more of what she knew about the party, which wasn't really much. Anna had planned to take the kids to her mom's on Friday night after work, and then we were to expect Him to show up at our house to take us to the party; we were to expect to be gone all night.

The week went by without incident, at least none that I was aware of. My wife indicated on Thursday that she'd spoken to Him a couple of times as he wanted to verify that we were still available for Him on Friday.

Friday night came too quickly, in my opinion. I'd pretty much settled into the groove of 'daily life', and now it was time for things to progress again.

I was as nervous as could be that evening as Anna ran the kids over to her mom's. Her excitement and anxiety was visible when she showed back up. I'd showered and dressed casually in Dockers and a Polo; she hurried up to shower and dress, stating that we needed to be ready when He arrived. His plan was to be there by 7PM.

By 6:50, I'd had a couple of takes and was feeling the anxiety leave me; Anna was still putting on her makeup when the doorbell rang.

I let Him in, unable to make eye contact. I hadn't realized how strongly I was feeling so much lower than Him until I answered the door and heard his strong and confident voice. My eyes immediately averted lower, and I let him pass by to walk confidently into the living room. He questioned immediately where Anna was, and I let him know that she was almost ready.

"Well good, good. That will give you and I a chance to talk before we leave. Eddie, I need you kneeling in the middle of the floor while we talk."

My face reddened visibly, but I was already past the point of being able to refuse Him, even in our own home. "Eddie, you remember our talk the other day at the hotel."

I nodded yes.

"Good, then I expect no refusals out of you during all of this." He squatted lower to be at my eye level, but still exuded pure dominance over me in his stance. His voice was softer, but cut through me with solid control. "Eddie, I expect you to help encourage Anna to submit to this fully. It's going to be a challenge for you; there will be others there, and they will know. Everything. Either one or both of you may falter; but Eddie, you don't have the choice to falter. This means it will require you to help coax her along, and to provide your support. You love her, and you need to make sure that she knows that won't change, no matter what happens. Do you understand this, Eddie?"

His words sank in to me, and I knew that I had no choice in this; I also knew that she wanted this...and a part of me did too. My voice was soft, humred when I spoke. "Yes, I understand. I'll make sure she knows that I love her...that this is going to be ok."

"Good boy, Eddie. Trust me, this is going to be a night you won't ever forget. It's going to impact both of you, deeply; just keep your mind open, and never forget your love for your wife." With that he stood up. "I'm going to go check on our lovely Anna. You just wait right there, on your knees, obediently."

He led her back down, and I looked up from my obviously subservient position to see Him walking toward me with his arm wrapped tightly around her waist. It struck me how beautiful she was, and it hit like a brick to see her walking with another man like that. She'd applied her makeup strongly, looking immaculate. He had a solid smile on his face, one that declared "look what I have". I felt so low, kneeling in the middle of the floor, her seeing me so submissive like that in front of him.

"You see Anna? He's going to do just fine tonight. You watch...your husband is going to be a perfect submissive, right alongside his sexy little wife, aren't you Eddie."

As always, my face burned....but I answered yes.

"You want to see your wife submit, don't you Eddie."

He was pushing me, knowing that he had the control. Again, I answered yes, but it was so soft and subdued that the sound of my own presentation shamed me.

To nobody in particular, he stated "And she is going to submit in so many lewd ways." He chuckled, and then announced that it was time to get going.

He drove a Mercedes; I hadn't known that. Even that added to my feeling of being "the lesser". She was to ride up front with him, and I was in the back. Before pulling out of the driveway, each of us was handed a set of headphones with individual tape players. We were to listen to our tapes for the extent of the drive; each of us were handed a blindfold as well. I was glad that the Mercedes had darkened windows; it was still light out, and it made my face burn to imagine being seen driving along like that.

We were also given 2 sets of unlabeled tapes, with instructions to change them out after the first ended. I sat back comfortably and began to listen as we took off. My tape was professionally done; the first consisted of a woman who spent some time explaining some of the basics of BDSM, and then she led into some mind control aspects. The mind control aspects focused on magicsis, with a lot of repetition; she went over and over how I was submissive, how I was to focus on my role as the lesser. Her voice was smooth, even monotone at times. I found myself almost dozing, yet strongly aroused at her seductive way of reminding me that I was to always submit to the One over me. There were times that she focused on magictizing me; I've never been a strong believer in magicsis, but for all I knew I was magictized. I was so relaxed, and by the time the first tape ended, I felt a sense of contentment (if it could be called that) at being lower than those who had power.

The second tape was a male; a strong but subtle voice. He picked up pretty much where the woman left off, explaining to me that it was my role to be submissive, even to the point of knowing that those who had authority over me could see, handle, and use my wife. He focused strongly on cuckoldry, and he rolled into the mind control aspect as well, taking the time to focus on putting me under. He made it clear to me, over and over, that I had no choice anymore over the way the Dominant controlled my wife, as well as myself. This was the way it should be, and it was necessary in my life. Listening to this for such a long time, I didn't recognize how soft my mind had become. It was becoming a part of who I was, and it was etched into my mind permanently, almost like a scarring. His words planted so many seeds in my mind, painting images of how submissive couples needed to exist; how we were there to serve, and that over time we would be mentally marked, as well as physically marked by our Owner. Our love was strong, clearly, but our presentation needed to be complete by giving up so completely to our Master. Our presentation needed to override all of our old thoughts of morality.

By the time the tape ended, my mind was completely subdued. He knew when my tape ended from the 'click' of the tape stopping. He reached back to take the headphones and player from me. "Eddie, Anna's tape is still playing, but it will be over soon. We're almost there. For now, I want you to open your pants and stroke your penis a little while; I can see that you're hard, just make sure you don't cum."

I didn't even question it; I opened my slacks and pulled it out. It just felt right to be doing that, despite the lewdness of it all.

Later I learned that Anna's tape had been similar, but had actually been custom made to reflect our real life situation. She listened to all male voices, explaining to her that this was natural for her, that it was necessary for her own fulfillment as well as for mine. They focused on making her acknowledge in her own mind that she was a slut, there to serve as a slut; the intent was to make her understand that 'slut' was not a bad term, that it wasn't part of the common way of thinking. A slut was a good thing for her, to know that she was to spread her legs at the command of her Master, no matter what she might have thought in the past. The past way of thinking was wrong, and she was just now falling into the role in which she was meant to be. A slut's goal is to serve her Master, to seek to always please Him, even when it meant to humble and break down the man she loved, her husband. There were parts in the tape that mentioned me by name, telling her that I was among the types of husbands who need this, who thrive on knowing their wife will obey and eagerly please a stronger Man of authority. It's the way things are meant to be, and only in that way would we be able to find our fulfillment as a loving couple.

As I stroked myself slowly, I heard her last tape end, and heard Him talking to her. His voice was softer, yet still authoritative. From his words to her, telling her to spread her legs for him, I knew he was touching her intimately. I also knew that she was soaked, from listening to the tapes; he stated as much.

I felt the car pull into a drive, one that turned out to be a long winding drive. As he pulled into the drive, he instructed me to put my 'penis' away now; and we were both to take off our blindfolds.

It was dark out now, so my eyes were able to adjust well. I could see the house we were approaching; it was more like a mansion. The reality of how rich these folks must be made me even more self-conscious of my own position, just reaffirming my sensation that I was not on their level. I suspected that we were 'late' because there were a lot of cars parked all around; enough that I didn't even try to count. He stopped the car a little ways from the house; he got out and came around to open the door for my wife, and he also opened the back door to let me out. We stood there for a moment, and he took a moment to instruct us.

"I want both of you to be courteous when we go in, but know your place. Just stay with me, and follow my lead." He led us up to the door; I held Anna's hand as we followed him up.

We were let in by an older woman, but she was well dressed. She was the wife of the man who was hosting the party. She greeted him warmly, and smiled at each of us as we were introduced; she shook each of our hands, but I couldn't get over the notion that her smile was a 'knowing' smile. The home was beautiful inside, and we were led into a main 'hall' where most of the people were. I saw a lot of well-dressed couples, almost all were older than us; all were mingling, most with takes in their hands talking amongst themselves. As we entered, nearly all of them took the time to view the 'new arrivals'. Again, the 'knowing' smile seemed to be on nearly every face. My stomach was churning, and my legs began to feel like rubber. I continued to hold onto Anna's hand, and I could sense the tension in her as well.

We were introduced around, nothing really out of the ordinary in the introductions. We met the host, an older man who seemed quite strong and powerful in his own right. After greeting each of us, he turned back to Mark.

"Mark, I know that Linda is around here somewhere..." he paused to look around, then spotted who he was looking for. "Ah, there she is. Why don't you have her take Eddie upstairs to 'freshen up' after your long drive. You can take Anna up whenever you're ready yourself."

As he led us in the direction of Linda, he spoke in a low voice to us. "Eddie, Linda is a Domme, and I expect you to follow her instructions and to be respectful to her."

I'd broken out in a bit of a cold sweat; Anna and I exchanged nervous glances, but neither of us said anything.

Linda was a tall woman, maybe in her early 40s. She was attractive, and had a friendly but cool air about her. Mark introduced both of us to her, and she seemed to already know that she was to take me upstairs.

I looked back at my wife, trepidation at leaving the woman I love. We were separated now, and I felt a sense of no turning back now. Linda took me to a private bedroom upstairs and closed the door behind us. "Eddie, you and your wife make a lovely couple. How long have you been married?"

Her small talk seemed to have the desired effect of putting me at ease, at least a little. "Thank you," I responded. "We've been married just a little over a year now." I answered.

"Ah, I see. It's nice to have such a lovely couple brought in to our fold here." She sat down on the bed, showing how at ease she was while I continued standing there in the room. "And how long has Mark been...utilizing your wife, Eddie?" her tone was slightly condescending, humored at how uncomfortable I was.

My eyes went down, having a hard time making eye contact with her at the mention of her knowledge. "Um... it's been a few weeks now."

She smiled. "I see. Mmm...such a fresh young couple. Nice. Eddie, I know you've had a long drive out here. I'd like for you to go into the restroom, do whatever you need to do, and take a nice warm shower. Take your time, but don't dawdle too much. Set all of your clothing, and even your watch outside the door; but definitely keep your ring on." That thought brought back to me the reality of what was happening to me, to us. "When you're done, come back out here, naked. I want you to stand right where you are now, with your hands clasped behind your neck and your legs slightly spread. That's a position for inspection, Eddie. And I want your eyes down. Do you understand me?"

My eyes were already down and my face heated up with blushing. "Yes." My response was subdued.

She stood and approached me closely; she reached up to lift my face toward hers to make eye contact....her voice was soft, but firm. "Eddie, I know that you are new to this, but understand that a proper response is going to be required from here on out. You refer to those over you with respect."

I understood her, and looked back into her eyes with a new-found presentation. "Yes Ma'am."

"Mmm, good boy. Now go do as I've told you."

Humbly, I went to the restroom and stripped of everything, setting everything outside the door. I used the toilet and then took a hot shower, cleaning thoroughly knowing that she was going to see me like this. It probably only took me 10-15 minutes, and I focused on working up my courage as I towel dried. Finally I took a deep breath and walked out to stand as I'd been told.

Without looking at her, I could see that Linda had changed. She appeared to have on a black leather outfit....the kind of thing one would expect from a Domme. Standing there like that before her, I felt embarrassed that I was starting to get aroused.

She approached me, walking around me. I could feel her eyes on every inch of my bare skin. "Nice Eddie, you did well." She reached down to lightly cup my balls, and her hand passed very lightly over my hardening cock. I could hear the smile in her face as she commented on my arousal. "Seems you like this; that's a sign of a true submissive, Eddie."

I stood there, looking down, tongue-tied.

"Now. What we need to do is make you presentable as a submissive for the events of the night." She held up a small leather device in her hand. "This is something to keep your little cock in check tonight." She knelt down on one knee, taking her time adjusting leather straps around my balls; whatever this was, it was pulling my balls down noticeably, and then it continued to wrap around the base of my cock tightly. My arousal was now turning into a throbbing rage, and I wondered if this was going to keep me like this all night. From the bed she retrieved more items; there were leather cuffs that she attached to my wrists and ankles, and a leather 'harness' that she buckled on to my chest from behind my back. She then put a couple of ornate but small clamps on my nipples. At first it didn't hurt as I'd expected, but then a warmth began to spread through my chest and I realized I was going to be very aware of their presence. Lastly she brought forward a thick leather collar that she buckled around my throat almost reverently.

Standing back, she took her time taking in the visual that I presented. "Yes, this looks good. Eddie, you look like a full-fledged slave now. Your new Master will be very pleased." A chuckle escaped her lips. "And your dear wife....won't she be surprised at the transformation. But of course.....she's undergoing a transformation even now. Maybe we should go join the party to see if she's ready yet. For all I know, she's already down there giving the members a wonderful sight to take in."

I was aching inside, from my own offense and from the thought of my wife looking like this in front of all of these people as well. God, what had I gotten into?! Linda attached a leash to my collar and instructed me to follow her with my hands clasped behind my back. I had no time to think of resisting as she led me out the door to the noise of the crowd below.

**

Anna watched as her husband was led off by another woman. That alone set into her feelings of jealousy that pushed her to the limit. She wanted to stop it, having no idea what was to come. But before the feelings had time to foster, Mark took her by the arm in his fist and led her over to a small group of men who'd been sitting off to the side watching them with smiles. She could tell they'd been talking about her, and with the way she was 'brought' over to them she felt the feelings of being an object overwhelm her. One of the men stood up to shake Mark's hand. He was an older man as well, well built and very tan.

"Mark, I have to congratulate you. So this is the little one that you've been talking about."

Mark let out a proud chuckle. "Yes, Dave, this is Anna, my new little pet. I'll introduce you to her husband later, after he's had time to 'adjust'. Anna, I want you to meet my good friend Dave."

Humbly, she held out her hand to shake his; he took her hand and used his other hand to hold her arm by the elbow, keeping her from being able to pull back. He looked her over, not hiding his attempt to appraise her beauty. "My, my... she is indeed a beauty, better in permister than the pictures."

She had to wonder if he was referring to the blackmail photos, but she already knew he'd seen her in every way.

Mark and Dave stood there making small talk for a while, and she stood there obediently by his side feeling extremely uncomfortable. Looking around, she could see that every group was stealing looks at her; self-conscious, she turned her attention back to the floor in front of her, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone.

After a while she realized the conversation had turned back to her. Mark was indicating that things were going to spin up soon. "So I need to take this pretty young wife upstairs and get her prepared for the evening. We'll be back down soon."

With that, he put his arm around her waist and guided her up the staircase to a bedroom at the far end of a long hallway. Entering the room, he turned his attention to her fully, his eyes commanding her attention.

"It's been a long trip, and I want you to use the facilities before we go back down." His hand took hers, and he led her to the bathroom. There he stopped at the door and leaned against the frame. "I need you to strip off everything that you have, right now."

She hesitated, feeling confused and uncomfortable; that seemed to spark a new strength out of him.

"Anna. Have you forgotten your place?" His words were hard and commanding. "Have you forgotten that you are here to obey? Do what I tell you, and do it instantly; I will not ask again...now strip!"

His power made her legs weak, and she began taking off her clothing. She stood there naked, and he took a moment to look her over. "Yes, good girl. My good naked little slut. Now, go in to the bathroom, and relieve yourself."

It hit her like a brick; this wasn't something she did in front of people, and she was suddenly feeling very small. His gaze was unwavering though, and she followed his direction. It took a moment, sitting there on the toilet, but finally she was able to let the stream go. So much offense flooded into her, and she knew that it was his intent. Her mind was quickly coming into the frame that he wanted.

When she finished, he rewarded her with a "Good girl." He took her by the hand and led her out to the middle of the large bedroom.

Another woman came into the room suddenly; Anna wanted to run. She stood her ground, but covered herself with her arms. Mark would have none of it; a harsh slap on her ass brought a huge impact of shame to her. He instructed her to place her hands behind her neck while they decided how to dress her for the evening.

She stood there with her face burning, so much shame at being viewed naked by this other woman. She was discussed openly, as she stood there silently with her eyes down; then she was slowly 'outfitted'. First, a black leather 'corset' was put around her; this hardly covered her though, and it was designed to lift her breast up, not covering her nipples. A leather g-string was pulled up, and she felt a mild relief at having her moist intimacy hidden now. Next came a very high-heeled pair of shoes; they had apparently planned ahead, and had a size that fit perfectly. She knew she would have to walk carefully, and could feel how they arched her back and legs; there was no doubt that she looked desirable. The words "fuck me pumps" came into her mind, and it brought to the front of her mind the reality of the situation she was in. Thick leather cuffs were placed on each of her limbs, at her ankles and wrists. A thick black leather collar was placed around her neck; it was thick enough that it kept her face lifted up. She was very aware that she would be very limited at lowing her head, knowing that she was going to have to see all who saw her like this. Her makeup was touched up, most notably a much brighter red lipstick applied liberally to her full lips. Last but not least was a pair of decorative clamps that were placed on her now hardened nipples. They weren't overly painful, but she was now very aware of how exposed her breast was; small charms dangled from the clamps, and she could feel every movement that was made. Her arms were brought up slightly behind her back, and chains with clips were used to attach them to the back of the leather corset. There was no hiding her sexy beauty now. Both Mark and the woman stood back to admire the final product.

The woman spoke to Mark. "Mark, you do indeed have a beauty here. This evening is going to be very very memorable." With that, she turned and returned to the party. Mark pulled out a leash and attached it to her collar and then led her to the door.

"You really do look delicious, my little slut. Be sure you're good for me, and do as you're told, ok Anna?" She nodded slightly, too full of embarrassment to say a word. "Eddie will enjoy the way you look too; I for one am anxious to see just how he looks right about now. Let's go join the party, my little slave."

Chapter Sixteen:

Usage – The Party Begins in Depth

Despite how she was almost dizzy with trepidation, she was able to look over the crowd as she followed her Master down the stairs. She noticed that the lights had dimmed down a bit, but she was able to see that all eyes turned toward her as she made her way down. There were murmurs of approval, and she couldn't escape the warmth that she felt growing between her legs with the knowledge that so many were viewing her in that way. Mark stopped her halfway down the stairs, taking a moment to point out an image that would stay in her all night.

Off to the side of the room, with a small gathering around, she saw her husband. He was bound tightly, spread-eagled to a wooden frame shaped like an X. She saw how he was 'dressed', and could see his erection standing out strongly. A pang of jealousy rushed through her as she also noticed that an attractive older woman dressed in black leather was standing right next to him.... with her hand cupping her husband's balls. The woman was whispering to him as he looked up at his wife, most likely pointing out the positions that each of them were now in.

Mark then continued to guide her down to the main floor where a crowd slowly formed around them. As of yet, nobody touched her, but she could feel all of their eyes ravaging her nearly naked body. She was led over to her husband, and powerd to stand there with her legs slightly spread right before his bound form. That's when the mental fucking really began.

"As everyone knows, we have a newly submissive husband and wife here in our presence tonight." Mark's voice was loud and authoritative, and everyone was listening. "I brought them here tonight to initiate them into their new lifestyle; I believe they will fit in nicely with out little group, and will serve us all very well." As he spoke, he moved around her, with one of his hands idly tracing her nakedness. She could feel the burning inside, from shame and also from need; looking into her husband's eyes, she could see his own shame and need. She knew it was *******ing him to see her so exposed; he was helpless to do anything, and he knew it.

Mark's hand then dipped between her legs while he turned his attention to her husband. "Eddie, you're in quite a position there I see." He smiled a cocky smile, a knowing smile. "As you can see, your wife is dressed to please tonight; and there's nothing you can do about it. Even now, I'm reaching down to feel the most intimate part of your wife, touching her and arousing her. Can you stop it? No. Can you save your beautiful wife from the *** that is going to happen tonight? No. And look at you; look at your cock. You're so aroused; I know it's burning you up inside, seeing this beautiful bride dressed so much like a slut, dressed as the slave that she is now. So many eyes on her; Eddie, we're going to use her tonight. We are going to *** the woman you adore; and there's not a damn thing you can do about it. Watch as she willingly gives her body to us for sexual pleasures."

With that, he pulled her away, leading her across the room to a special table that had been brought out. At the same time, two big screen TVs were wheeled into the room, one placed close to Eddie, and another put on the other side of the room. When they came on, they showed a live feed from the camera that a man was walking around with. He was focused on Anna at the moment, capturing everything that was being done to the beautiful slave. Eddie now had an unobstructed view of what was being done to his wife.

He watched as his wife had her arms released from behind her back; she was then placed on the padded table that was clearly made for bondage. It was made of dark wood with black padding, and looked to be very expensive as everything in this home was. She was lying on her back, but the tabletop tilted up slightly to lift her so she wasn't flat. Her wrists were secured to the corners above her head, and then a couple of stirrups were lifted up from the other end so that her legs could be secured in a way similar to a gynecological table. It left her in a very lewd and obvious position; one that provided full access to her, leaving her available to be fucked by any that seemed so inclined.

Her Master moved to the base of the table, between her legs. "How does it feel, Anna, to be displayed like this in front of everyone, even while your husband watches helplessly?"

She couldn't respond, her face burning with embarrassment.

He reached up, and with a slight flick of his wrist he unsnapped the sides of he leather thong so it was torn off of her. "Mmm, take a look at that. My little slut is soaking wet with her lust in this. She does love to be displayed."

Her face burned, and she ached to hide her eyes, to cover herself. He reached up to spread her open, working her need. One finger slipped into her, and she could feel the fullness of his strength as he probed her. Despite her embarrassment, she couldn't restrain the gasp that came out of her lips, and her eyebrows came down in the intensity that she felt as she watched what he did to her in front of so many people. Her need inside was becoming too strong, and she knew that her body was going to give in to anything.

Hands were suddenly beginning to explore her beauty, and she could hear the comments that were being made as those surrounding the table began discussing the object that was before them. Her nipples, still clamped with decorations, were toyed with, and the dull ache burned all the way through her. Her Master was now standing to the side of the table near her face, his eyes looking down into hers. His voice was soft as he asked her "Are you ready?" Without waiting for an answer, he leaned in and began kissing her, deeply, passionately, sexually. She felt a cock enter her then, sliding slowly and easily into her wetness; the fullness overwhelmed her, along with the sensation of being handled and viewed by so many.

Her own passion was in overdrive, and she gasped out an "Oh god" between kisses, as the cock penetrating her bottomed out inside of her. Mark was still at her head, kissing her, fondling the beauty of her breast, so she knew it was another who was fucking her. The cock that first entered her used her for a while, but then pulled out without release; another entered her. She knew it wasn't the same one, but she was just as full. More cocks used her; it was like they were all wanting to sample her without letting go. She lost track of how many cocks continued to swap out of her, and her own need caused her to abandon all sense of her own presence. Others were in her face, other mouths kissing her sweet lips; so many faces, old and young, passed by her eyes. She was just an object, it was set solidly in her mind now, and she let everything go to just become a fuck slut.

Eddie watched all of this on the large screen; his wife had long since been surrounded by too many men and women, and his only view was from the individual who was capturing all of this on video.

Even while he watched man after man sink their cocks into the woman he loved, his own cock was being idly stroked and teased by the woman who'd remained by his side. Her voice was ever present as well, pointing out all that was being done to his wife, making sure it didn't leave his mind for even a moment. Despite the offense of it all, his own cock wouldn't soften; the combination of the straps that bound his manhood, and the teasing touches from the woman, it all kept him in a state of arousal that continued to build to an unbearable state. Still, not enough was done to take him over the edge. The aching inside was a fire, consuming him. He wanted to yell, he wanted to cry, and he wanted to cum. The mental assault combined with the physical need made him question his own sanity.

She felt it inside, when the current 'strategy' began to change. The cock that was buried inside of her didn't stop this time, and she felt the liquid heat spill into her. The man who was using her for the moment groaned with pleasure, and then quickly pulled out once he'd left her full. Another cock replaced him, and she felt the intensity of the man fucking her; soon he too filled her, and she could feel the results of his release begin to spill down her ass. Another cock, and then another.... Man after man filled her, fucking her to completion. Her own orgasms had begun to come as the reality of being gang-banged settled into her mind. Over and over, she felt her own releases make her body tremble and quake. She lost count of how many men released into her, but the wetness between her legs kept her aware of how used she was. Other men had begun to climb onto the table to straddle her as they began to fuck her mouth; some jerked themselves off onto her bare breast, others let go on her face. Some made sure to put their release into her mouth, and she continued like a common slut, tasting them, swallowing whatever went into her mouth. Man after man used her until this initial round of fucking began to slow down.

She laid there, spent, used, coated in cum. A woman was leaning against the table now, a casual and knowing smile on her face as she used her fingers to trace over her body, through all of the cum that was now everywhere on her. Anna became aware of the woman's voice, as she was speaking softly just to her. "Mmmm, so nice. Can you smell the cum, little slut? It's everywhere, your body is completely coated." To accent her remarks, she brought her cum coated fingers to Anna's face, under her nose, into her panting lips; then back up her face, purposefully drawing up the wetness to her hair, running her fingers through Anna's hair over and over, defiling every inch of her. "Your husband has been watching your ***, little slut. His loving little wife, turned into a complete whore in front of his very eyes."

Those words hit home to her, and she came a little closer back to reality; the recognition of what had been done to her sank in deeply, as well as the realization that it couldn't ever be undone. A sinking feeling hit her stomach, and she felt the tears well up in her eyes. It wasn't unnoticed by the woman who now let out a little laugh of conquest. "Yes, you know it inside, don't you. You're a slut now, a whore." She pointed to one of the big screens, where the video man had now zoomed in to show a close-up of Anna's face, coated so thoroughly, with the fingers of the woman tracing her cum covered lips. "You see? See what you look like now? Look at yourself, see what you've become."

The words were too much for each of us; Anna broke out in a sob... but my reaction was different. I suddenly lost all control, shooting all that I had into this woman who fucked me mechanically, dutifully pulling all of my cum into her hungry pussy. I let out a half groan, half yell, as the burning inside of me flooded this woman I didn't even know.

In a single moment, I burst into her, and our Master shoved Anna down into the pillows with a degrading 'whore' comment. He then moved to Jamie, lifting her off of my cock, only to plant her spread legs over my face. As I struggled to catch my breath from the quick release, her gaping wet and flooded pussy lowered onto my mouth, and I knew my duty. I quickly became lost in presentation, as I realized how low I'd become myself; tasting a woman I'd never met before, sucking her pussy that was flooded with my own cum, all in front of a crowd of people I didn't know, a crowd that had just had their way with my wife. All of this done in front of my own wife, the woman I love with all of my heart, even as she sobbed from the pain of seeing me obey in adultery.

Chapter Eighteen:

Punishment, and whoring my wife

As the woman was finally pulled from off of my face, I was aware that my wife was being led upstairs again by our Master; a man I didn't know reached down to pull me to a sitting position, and he explained to me that my whore wife was being taken upstairs to clean up. He added with a hint of a wicked smile that he was now in charge of me, and that his specialty was in 'breaking wills'.

He led me to another hall, and as always, a few of the crowd followed along to watch with amusement. A door at the end of the hall was open, and it led down to the basement. There I was in for another shock.

The entire part that was visible to me appeared to be like an ancient dungeon; I didn't have time to take it all in, because I was soon locked into old style wooden stocks. My head and both hands were placed in grooves of a wooden plank, and another wooden plank was brought down to lock me in a bent over position. I felt my legs being spread apart, and the cuffs that were still on my ankles were then latched to eyebolts in the cement that kept me immobile.

The exhaustion from such an intense orgasm, as well as from all that I'd been witnessing was enough to keep me passive while led to this dungeon. As the final checks were done to make sure I was secure, that's when it really started to sink in to me that I may not want to be in this position. I looked up and around, and could see so many things now that genuinely scared me. Whips, chains, and a large number of unknown implements hung on the walls; there were other tables as well, designed clearly to hold people immobile. There was even a wood-burning stove, and it was lit, giving off an eerie flickering light.

The man who'd led me down was now around to my face, and he bent over slightly to make eye contact with me. "Eddie, my name is Master Nick, and tonight I'm going to teach you a little about pain. You see, pain is often viewed as something to avoid; but at this point, you're not in a position to avoid anything. So now you are about to learn what it is like to have pain, and to have to endure pain as far as you can...and then further. No choices anymore, eddie." Then he leaned in closer, as if in a conspiratorial way. "eddie, I was one of the many who enjoyed your wife tonight. I have some wonderful plans for her as well. There's nothing you can do about it, eddie. I'm going to enjoy hurting her, and making her know what you're learning right now: that there's no more a choice, that the will of the members here overrides any of your own petty desires in your life."

His words frightened me. Then he was out of sight, around to the rear of me.

The scorching pain that shot through me was a shock that I should have expected, but didn't. And it didn't stop. He was whipping me; it was nothing like the light flogging that I'd thought about in past fantasies... this was a much more realistic whipping, one that brought genuine yells from me, genuine pain that had me crying out in agony. And it didn't stop.

I had no idea if real damage was being done or not; I knew that he'd taken me past the point of caring about my own pride. I'd been reduced to groveling, to crying, to pleading. My eyes were swollen from the tears that had been pouring out for the last hour now. I knew that even my nose had been running, but I'd had no way of stopping it. It didn't matter to me though; he'd been flogging me, whipping me, using unknown implements to make my skin burn. My ass, my legs, my back; nothing was spared. I'd tried to be strong early on, and then when I'd been brought to the point of genuinely crying, I tried pleading. I tried using every respectful tone I could manage, and I'd also been brought to the point of trying to be serious, even cursing at him. And then it went further, where my mind was broken down. My pleading was real now, my promises genuine. I begged for any and everything that he presented to my mind; I begged to see my wife beaten like this, begged to see her used every morning and night. I begged to see her impregnated, to see her haveged and sold. I begged to have both of us, my wife and I marked, branded, solidly, blatantly, for all to see. I even begged to have myself given to a gay Master, to serve as his own permisteral slave. There was nothing too obscene, nothing at all that I wouldn't agree to.

Early on, I heard the others around who were watching; I heard their laughter, and their comments. Eventually though, nothing else matter to me, only my desire to please Him, the one who controlled every ounce of my will. Even looking back on it now, I knew that it was genuine within me...there was nothing I wouldn't do.

When he finally released me from the stocks, I did the first thing he demanded of me, and I did it with a thankful passion: I sucked his cock. I sucked it with need, wanting to pleasure Him, wanting to show him my sincerity and gratitude. I never even saw the man with the video camera, and only found out some time later that my wife was made to watch on the big screens upstairs in shame as her husband, brought down to a state of nothingness, sucked and sucked for 15 minutes, acting like a puppy so eager to please. I took all of his cock, all that he had built up inside of him, and swallowed it down proudly, so pleased to be pleasuring this man of complete power over me.

I never knew that I could be reduced to so low of a point, but at the time, there was nothing else in my life outside of being what I'd become.

Anna had been taken upstairs to completely shower and clean herself. Master Mark was relatively gentle with her; she had been upset, and quite broken down mentally after all that she'd just endured and witnessed. He took his time with her, showering her himself, washing her off, drying her, and taking her to the bed to hold her for a while. His words were softer, but still strong in maintaining her new position; he wasn't about to give her room to regain composure from as far down as he'd brought her this evening.

He maintained within her broken mind that we were now His. That his choices were all that existed for both of us now, even when that means that she has to watch the man she loves fuck another woman. He kept it in her mind that she'd become a fucktoy, and that everyone here now knew her in that way. She had broken down crying again, while he held her on the bed, but she wasn't allowed to remain like that. Leading her from the bed, he took her directly downstairs, puffy eyes and all... with no clothing at all. Her nipple clamps still remained on her, jingling with every move she made.

Downstairs, she was assigned the task of serving takes, along with Jamie, the woman who'd taken her husband's cock just an hour ago. While humbly and quietly walking around, taking empty glasses and replacing them with full takes, her attention was brought to the big screen to watch more of her husband's offense. She saw the condition he was in, his body striped with welts, his reduction to an eager cocksucker. In her own mind, she knew that things would never be the same, that they were more than just owned now. Their lives would never be the same.

I was led upstairs by way of a leash; my hands were cuffed behind my back, and once again my cock was throbbing. My mind was awash with pure presentation, and it only fueled my need inside when I saw my wife, naked, humbly walking from group to group, serving takes as well as being felt up constantly by any and everyone who desired to touch her.

I was led past her, and the leash was handed to Master Mark. Master Nick told him with a satisfied smile that I was now truly broken. "I don't know how much you watched the screen Mark, but he's done. You can do what you want with him now."

Master Mark laughed. "Well, we did get to catch the end, where little eddie showed his true colors sucking your cock with abandon; I've had control over him, but this just sealed the coffin. And you know that, don't you eddie?"

My head was low, and I nodded my head yes.

"eddie, I think it's time you understood the true nature of your whore wife now. Anna, come here honey."

Anna walked from across the room to stand humbly beside our Master. "Yes Sir" was her soft reply.

Tonight, you've done such a good job of pleasuring the men in this house. You've had a little bit of a break, while everyone has still been able to enjoy the beauty of your naked body. But now, it's time for you to understand another part of your role now. Once you've come to this house, you belong to us. There's no turning back now. I think both of you understand that, yes?"

She and I both hesitantly nodded our agreement, half whispering a quiet "Yes Sir."

"Good, good. Now Anna, I've prepared 5 cards for you. They're your private business cards. Each one has a name on it; for example, this one has the name "Master Michael" written on the back, see?" He showed her the backside of the card that had the name, but then he turned it around to show the front. What we saw made both of our legs weak. It was an oversized photo business card, printed up with a couple of photos on it; one was a closeup of her sucking a cock, her lips spread wide, wrapped tightly around a large cock. The other was a full body shot of her, very impressively showing her beautiful naked body. In the center of the card was her name, full name written out, with our home number and address.

He paused, holding the card for us to see, making it sink in.

"Your next task now is going to be to go to every man in this house now, and to ask for each of the 5 names that are on these cards. If it's not one of the men you seek, you are to ask if he had the chance to fuck you this evening; if he did, you are to thank him, and ask if he'd like for you to suck him off right then and there to express your gratitude. It's up to the individual, if he'd like for you to do that or not. If he did not have the chance to fuck you, then you are to offer yourself to him; if he wants you, you are to take him up to the room you've been in upstairs, and give him the pleasure of your sexuality." Again he paused, making it sink in what he was demanding. There must have been at least 20 men still in the house. "The 5 individuals with names on the cards have won a draw; each one has been given the chance to use you for the next month, whenever he should desire. When you find one of the men on your 'list', you are to tell him that you would be honored to service him anytime he should so desire, no matter what time of night. Your name, number, and address are on the card; you will give him the card, and tell him that you are available for his pleasure whenever he desires. It's up to him if he wants to call, or just show up to take you. This card is good for the month." He looked at each of us, slowly, burning into each of our souls with his eyes, and his voice softened to almost a whisper. "You will do this, both of you will go through with this; I own you now, and both of you know it. Eddie, you know, don't you." His eyes shone with the veiled threat.

My head dropped to face the floor. God. What had we gotten into? I knew the power that we'd allowed him to now have over us; I knew there was no choice. My own presentation was so overwhelming, I knew there was nothing to do but to agree. "Yes Sir, I understand."

Mark's eyes turned to Anna, who was now visibly trembling. "Anna, you're going to do as I tell you, aren't you." No room for compromise.

Her cheeks were flushed, and she momentarily crossed her arms in insecurity. "yes." Her reply was soft, full of shame, embarrassed.

He leaned in close to her. "You will suck with pleasure, and you make sure you swallow everything given to you. If you end up taking a man upstairs, you will aggressively fuck him, like you're making love to him; do not lie back and expect to have the work done, you give them pleasure. And Anna...as you find the men on your cards, I want you to look at them, and think about the fact that soon, you will be entertaining them individually in your own home. I want you to put your arms around them, as you find them, and kiss them deeply....and thank them, telling them you're looking forward to serving them over the next month. I know you understand how to put on a good show; do this now, convince them that you really want this. And remember, Anna...eddie will be watching. He's going to see you whoring yourself out the whole time. He's going to be watching as you suck the cocks in this room, watching as you take men upstairs to fuck them, and watching as you thank the men who now have the rights and the access to use you as their own whore in your own home."

I saw her whole body flush and tremble as he spoke to her, and saw her drop her eyes in so much shame; I could also see tears welling up in her eyes as the reality of our situation sank in. But there was nothing I could do, and I knew it. I knew that Master Mark had all of the power; he had all of the video of me, and I knew he would use it if he needed to. I now understood what he'd meant, back in the hotel so long ago, when he told me that I was to help encourage her into doing the things that He wanted. I couldn't save her, I couldn't save either of us. She was going to have to be His whore, and all I could do was stand there humbly and take it. As the reality of the situation sank in to me deeply, I realized that my cock was throbbing. How could I be aroused by this treatment of the woman I loved??? The shame was overwhelming, and I wanted to run. Instead, though, I stood there obediently, quietly, as my wife looked to me as if wanting help. I simply nodded my head as if to say, "yes, go on...do what you're told." I had started to move to embrace her for a moment, but Master Mark pulled on my leash harshly, keeping me from touching her.

She took the cards from Him, and slowly walked off. She paused, standing naked and exposed for a moment...and then she headed toward a small group of men who were lounging in some chairs takeing and chatting.

They became silent, with amused smiles on all of their faces, as she approached them. She knelt before all of them, asking each one individually if they were one of the names on the cards. I couldn't hear her words, but I saw her asking her questions. I saw the first man shake his head no, and then watched as he accepted her offer to suck his cock.

This went on for the longest time. Master Mark kept me by his side, kneeling whenever he stopped moving; he kept my attention on what my wife was doing. I saw her sucking cock after cock, and watched as the men enjoyed with slight humor the role she was in. They seemed to enjoy her shame in it as much as our Master did; some of them seemed to take particular interest in my own shame, making sure to make eye contact with me as they enjoyed touching her beauty. She sucked so many cocks, and took 3 men upstairs. As she stood from each man she sucked, she was usually offered a take; she was taking the takes, needing to wash down the cum that she'd been swallowing. She had to be getting takes. I also took note of the men that she embraced and kissed as she gave up her cards. The first man was average in build, probably somewhere in his late 30s. The next was an older man, slightly balding; probably the least fit of all the men in the room, slightly heavy. The third man was quite a large guy; very fit. It took her a while to get to the fourth man; by the time she found him, she'd been through most of the men in the house. I don't know how many men she'd sucked...I'd lost count. She looked exhausted. This fourth man was a quiet individual, older and in his 60s, and he had a very dark way of looking at her. He spent some time talking to her while holding her in his embrace after she'd kissed him. I saw her answering questions, and could tell from her demeanor that she was being humiliated. When she finally left his grasp, she had only 3 men left to check on. One of them appeared to have had enough, and simply took the opportunity to fondle her bare breast as she moved on to the next man. Master Nick was the next one she gave the card to; he made a point of looking directly at me, with a very wicked grin, as he accepted the card from her. The last man of the room was one of the oldest men in the room, possibly in his later 60s. He reminded me of a dirty old man, in the way that he took her embrace and kiss. He then pushed her to her knees, to have her suck on his cock; he never got completely hard, but made her continue for the longest time, simply enjoying this younger naked woman kneeling before him in presentation, sucking on his semi-hard cock.

Master Mark finally walked over to her, pulling her up. It was clearer now that she was definitely takes, almost to the point of being ***. The party seemed to be winding down, and He took the moment to announce to everyone that the winners had all been notified, for everyone to enjoy the rest of the evening, and that he looked forward to the next meeting in a month and a half.

At that point, he took the two of us upstairs to a private room; I was left kneeling in the middle of the floor while he took care of my wife, helping her into the shower yet again, and providing her with the things she needed to get cleaned up. Then he came back to me, and laid back on the bed while he studied me, casually sipping from a take.

"So. Tell me what you're thinking, eddie. Was the night what you expected?"

I hesitated. The sounds of the shower running distracted me, making me think of being at home with my wife; there was a pain inside, wanting to be home alone with her, having her come out of the shower all fresh and clean to climb into bed with me. But reality had me kneeling, with my hands still cuffed behind my back, a leash hanging from my collar as I knelt naked in front of a man who would likely relax with my wife tonight.

"It's been a hard night." My voice was a lot more submissive than I'd thought.

He let out a bit of a chuckle, and I wondered for a moment if he was takeser than I'd thought. "Yes, I have no doubt it's been a hard night." His voice took on a bit of aggression. "I should think it would be hard, watching your sweet little wife act like a tramp, whoring her body out for so many men tonight, all in front of you while you could do nothing to stop it." Then his voice took on a softer tone. "But I think you enjoyed it more than you would like to admit to. Hell, eddie, look at your cock even now as we're speaking."

He was right, my arousal seemed to continue to give me away, making it so hard for me to understand why these things turned me on.

"I'm worred about this next month, Master. I'm concerned that it's getting out of control. We have kids."

He seemed sincere for the moment. "eddie, everyone in this club of ours is very trustworthy, and nobody here has any desire for real harm. Trust me, nobody will jeopardize things with your family. But part of this is going to fall on you. If one of the men show up to use your wife in the evening, you need to have a plan in mind. Perhaps you need to invent the idea that your wife is busy with work, and may have business meetings in the evening. You will need to find ways to keep your kids entertained, while your wife performs her sexual favors. On the weekend, you may need to find ways to be ready to take your kids away. These men will be discreet, but trust me... they are going to take advantage of the free sex your wife is going to provide to them."

His words were messing with my mind; it was hitting me hard, knowing that men were going to be showing up at our house, and that it was my wife's duty to pleasure them...most likely all in our bed.

Master Mark saw the turmoil going on in my head, as my face was flushed, and I was having a hard time staying still. But he took a harder stance, sitting up and leaning in closer to my face to make me pay attention. "eddie." Suddenly his hand reached out and slapped me hard across the face. His volume was quiet, but his tone harsh and commanding. "You and your little wife came into this voluntarily. You handed over the control on a silver platter, giving me all of the power a man could possibly need over a pair of submissive sluts. What did you think, that this would be some fun cake-walk of sexual fantasies for you? When you chose to give over control, when you chose to submit to me, you chose to give me pleasure. This isn't about you, this is about what your Master wants. You two are now in my power, and whether you like it or not, you're going to do things my way." His tone softened in finality. "You don't have a choice in this anymore eddie. Accept it, and learn to take the pleasure in following my desires."

Despite the shame that was flooding over me, I was aware that his outburst made my cock throb even higher.

"Do you understand me, eddie? Look at me, and answer me."

I looked up into his commanding eyes. "Yes Sir." I was defeated, feeling the same sensation I'd felt earlier while I was being broken by the whip. "I understand You Sir."

The shower stopped running, and I knew that Anna was finishing up. Suddenly Master Mark stood and went to the door. He brought back in with him Master Nick, and my stomach sank.

"Eddie, tonight I am going to relax with your wife. She will be here with me all night. Tonight, you are going to spend the night with Master Nick." He let it sink in to me, and the pain inside was multiplied over many times. "You will obey Him completely tonight; are we clear?"

God. I'd just spent the entire evening watching my wife exhaust herself pleasuring so many men; I'd had little relief from the buildup inside, and my own burning desire was *******ing me. And now I was being turned over to another man, one who seemed to have more desire in handling me than handling my wife. "Yes Master. I understand."

Master Nick then took the end of my leash and led me away to another room.

Chapter Nineteen:

Learning my place

The reality of my position had hit home. The pangs of jealousy that I'd felt throughout the night as my wife was used became more intense, as I realized that Master Mark was going to relax with her tonight. I couldn't ever have imagined the intensity that would hit with the thoughts of another man relaxing with her; yes, fucking is a big deal all in itself, and I had no doubt he was going to fuck her yet again tonight. But the intimacy of then going to relax with her... god how it hurt inside.

Then there was the reality of what was happening to me. I still had very vivid memories of what Master Nick had done to me, how he'd brought me down to such a level that there was nothing I wouldn't have said or done; and I did do what he wanted, I'd sucked his cock...all the way. Now he was taking me to another room, where I knew I would be spending the night with him. I'm not gay; I never have been. The unknown of what was going to happen filled me with dread.

He led me by the leash into His room and had me kneel beside the bed. For a moment, I thought there was going to be a little compassion from him as he asked if I was thirsty. I'd had very little to take throughout the night, and as he picked up a bottle of Vodka from a table I eagerly said "Yes, very thirsty Sir." My voice was still full of humility.

He poured a short glass full, then walked over to sit on the bed before me. Sipping from the glass, he took his time looking into my eyes. "You've had quite a night, eddie. Mark and I have had quite a few discussions regarding you. I understand that you fell into this role quite naturally, and willingly. Is that right?"

I swallowed as the truth was laid out. "Yes Sir." I hesitated, and then added "I use to fantasize about things of this nature..... I knew I leaned submissive, but never ever thought it could ever be reality. When it happened... I just knew that it was the right chance to let go."

He had a wicked looking smirk, and he set the glass down for a moment while he stood and removed his clothing. Pausing, he stood in front of me, with His semi-hard cock just inches from my face. Then he took the glass of Vodka, and dipped his cock in it, pulling it out to give me my take. "You said you were thirsty, so now take your take. Suck from my cock, eddie."

I knelt there, my face burning, and did as he said. I sucked what he had on his cock, and then he dipped again. He continued like this for a while until he was too hard to get into the glass easily. He held the glass to my lips and told me to finish it quickly.

I can't describe the intensity that was burning inside of me, but was so thankful that I had the holy water in me now.

Standing me up, he finally released my cuffs. My arms had gone past the point of aching, and I could hardly move them. He bent me over the edge of the bed, leaving me like that on my stomach. I heard him at the vanity, rinsing his cock off, and then he was behind me.

"It's late, eddie, and I simply want to show you what it's like to be used, like your wife is being used right now." He let out a light laugh. "Yes, your Master indicated that he planned to fuck her ass tonight; her pussy is likely about as worn out as can be, and taking her in the ass would be refreshing, and it would also make a nice statement to her about how much he owns her." He paused to let that sink in while he methodically spread my legs and began lubing up my backside without prelude. "And tonight, you are going to feel the same thing; you can think about what your little wife is feeling at the same time, and you can know that you're no better off." He leaned over me, his breath on the back of my neck..."from what I've seen of your submissiveness, you will likely want this, and come to need this more than you care to admit." With that statement, he leaned his body in close, slowly opening me up with his cock; I felt it enter, ever so slowly. The pain was there, but his hand was on the back of my neck, holding me steady as he penetrated into me.

Soon he was all the way in. My back was arched, my breathing ragged... I was aware of my cock raging against the bed, and felt nothing but the ***, the openness, the fulfillment of being filled and used. He stayed in me for the longest time, without moving; when I began to squirm in reaction to my cock aching beneath me, that's when he began to slowly fuck me.

His words were in my ear, almost whispered, as he used me. "Yes, good boy. You do like that, don't you. You want a cock in you, you know where you belong, don't you. Feel the fullness, feel a man's cock plundering you. Think about your wife, eddie; she's being reamed like this even now. Master Mark is taking her, making her his own. You want to feel like that, don't you. Owned. A fuck toy. That's what you are now, boy. A fuck toy. A Submissive little slut, made to pleasure cocks." He was working himself into a frenzy, stating his desires over and over, making me moan and whimper, taking his pleasure while humiliating me over and over with what I've allowed to become of myself.

I felt his release. It was like a liquid heat, spilling into me, flooding me. The finality of it caused me to release my own cum, shooting off between my stomach and the bed sheets. At some point I'd started to sob, quietly, not out of control, just sobbing as I knew how far we'd come.

After he'd rested inside of me for a moment, he pulled out slowly, making me feel it; then he pushed me off to the floor, throwing the soiled sheet to me. "You relax on the floor." That was all he said as he got into the soft bed to crash for the night.

I curled up on the hard floor, wrapping the sheet around my nakedness, thankful to finally be able to cover myself up. I could feel the wetness in my ass, knowing how complete my *** was. My quiet sobbing started up again, as I lay there for the longest time thinking of how much I love Anna, and thinking of what she was going through, wanting so badly to be able to go to her to give her comfort, and to get comfort myself.

Anna was takes, her mind was in a perpetual fog. She was in the shower, and had constant thoughts of sucking cock going through her mind. The shower helped; it was refreshing her mind a little, but her body ached. From sore muscles, to a jaw that was so tired, to her intimate area between her legs that was sore from being used. Her nipples were sore as well; she'd ****** briefly when Master Mark removed them while putting her in the shower. He'd had to support her for a few moments, while she regained her senses.

Even while soaping up, her nipples ached badly. She didn't know how long she'd been in the shower, but all she wanted to do was get out and go to bed. She wanted to relax. Thoughts of her husband kept buzzing through her mind, and she wanted to feel his arms around her. Drying off, she managed herself over to the vanity to brush her teeth. Her jaw ached, but it felt so good to feel the freshness of a clean mouth.

Arms were around her, taking her to the bed; it didn't seem right, it wasn't the man she loved...but her head was spinning, and it didn't matter. The sheets felt soft and clean against her nakedness, and it was inviting her to let go, to relax. There was a fullness, a sensation of being opened up in her rear.... The arms were around her, holding her close, the warmth of a body next to her.... It should have been painful, she thought, but it felt good, it felt right. The fullness moved inside of her, slick with lubrication, in and out... she felt herself moaning, heard her own voice far away, saying "yes, yes...god yes".... Time had no meaning; it could have been forever, it could have been just a moment...and then came the wetness, the heat spilling into her with the grunting and groaning of a deep voice against her ear.

Sleep overwhelmed her then, with a strong sense of contentment, of fulfillment. Whispers filled her dreams, telling her what a good slut she was, what a good girl. Promises of more, so much more to come....

Chapter Twenty:

A month of whoring

The next morning, everyone slept in late. Both my wife and I were awakened and told to shower; there was nothing spectacular in our leaving. Both of us were very quiet, and humble as we were led to the car by our Master. He had both of us get in the back seat together after he blindfolded us.

On the way back, he explained to us that he was going to be out of town for the next 4 weeks; not coincidentally, that's the length of time that he'd allowed for the 5 men to have access to Anna.

Anna and I held hands for most of the way back; we were reveling in the fact that we were together. Not much was said for the whole drive.

Upon entering our neighborhood, we were allowed to take off our blindfolds. Master Mark walked us into the house, and it was simply so that he could take the time to kiss my wife deeply, long and hard in front of me, before leaving.

There were no special instructions outside of what he'd already made clear: that Anna was to entertain the men who came, when they showed up at any time, in every sexual way they desired.

The rest of the weekend went by without incident; although I think we were both on edge constantly, wondering if/when someone was going to show up. Not a lot was said about the weekend, although we did talk a little about how things were headed, and what we needed to do to take care of things if/when someone showed up 'for her'. I did most of the talking, humbly indicating that I would take care of keeping the kids busy. Anna had been so sexually exhausted that she really didn't want to talk much about those things. I tried to keep the weekend light, not wanting to make things difficult.

It was Tuesday night though, when we had our first visit. We'd just finished dinner, and were downstairs watching a movie with the kids when the doorbell rang. Both Anna and I looked at each other, and I saw a knowing flush come to her face. I went to the door, and there stood one of the men that I recognized; he was a big fit man, not bad looking, in his early 40s. He was dressed in a suit, and was standing there with a calm, cool smile that turned confident when he saw me.

"Hello Eddie." A simple statement, and he held up his card to show me his name; Trent. Then he flipped the card over, showing the images of my wife, and one of his eyebrows raised expectantly.

My tongue was tied, and I stumred for words as I let him in the front door. "Um, I'll go get Anna."

"Yes, you do that, eddie." His tone was confident, secure in his knowledge of the power he held.

I hurried back downstairs and whispered to my wife that she had company. She paused to collect herself, then went upstairs, telling the kids that she had to deal with some work stuff and that she'd be back down later. I could see the discomfort in my wife, the same discomfort I was feeling.

About an hour later, I heard the front door close; the kids were completely into the movie, so I went up to check on Anna. The door to the bedroom was closed, so I went in cautiously to make sure that our 'guest' was really gone. Anna was on the bed, still naked. She had her arms wrapped around a pillow, and she was quietly crying with her face buried. One thing I couldn't help but notice was that her body was still flushed from her activity, and I also noticed that she had cum oozing out from her pussy.

Quietly I laid down next to her; putting my arm around her protectively, I asked if she was alright.

Still sobbing softly, she paused before replying. "I don't know if I can keep going, Eddie. I can't keep doing this. Look at me, my god. I feel so cheap, so used."

"Shhh….baby, it's ok, it's ok. You know I love you with all of my heart." I was trying to calm her down, to soothe her.

"I don't know how to stop this honey." Her tears were flowing again. "I don't think we can stop this now."

We laid there for a few minutes in silence while she calmed down; then she told me that Trent hadn't hurt her… he'd just been there to use her. It was simple really; he just had her strip and suck on him for probably 15 minutes before he spent the rest of the time fucking her. It had been constant, and he only came in her once, just moments before he dressed and left in a hurry.

"I just feel so used, so cheap. I know that's part of what's been turning us on…." And she reached between my legs to feel that yes, I was aroused even now. Feeling my arousal, she paused to kiss me, a loving kiss. With tears in her eyes, she held me close. "I'm so sorry I got us into this baby. How do we get out of this? I don't think we should be like this."

I held her, feeling emotions inside that were conflicting with my desire. "I don't know. I don't know how to stop it. It could be such a mess if we tried to stop now."

She reached down to stroke me some more, but then stopped. "I need to get dressed, and we need to get back down to the kids."

I agreed, reluctantly, and went downstairs while she put herself back together.

Later that night, alone with her in bed, I made love to her. Again, all I could think about was how I was fucking her after another had thoroughly used her…and in our own bed no less. I went down on her, after I'd let go into her… and was very aware that I was licking cum, not just mine.

Two nights later, we had another visitor. It was pretty much the same routine; a man came while we were eating dinner. She stopped eating to answer the door, then she came back to the table with an older man, not overly attractive; I barely remembered him from the party, but he was older, probably in his early 50s, and he was balding. He was also not overly fit, somewhat heavy. He stood behind her with a mild smirk on his face as he kept his eyes on me; she told us that Tom was here and needed to go over some work with her.

I sat there with the kids, quietly eating, while my wife took him upstairs. After dinner, the kids went out back to play while I cleaned up the kitchen, wanting badly to go upstairs; but I knew not to interrupt. As I was finishing up, Tom came downstairs and left without a word. Anna came down shortly after, and put her arms around me as I dried off my hands.

I didn't know what to say… "Well…?"

"He wanted a blowjob; I sucked him for a while, but he was ready. He wanted me to swallow. Then he wanted me to suck him until he was hard again, and then he took me." She gave a shudder. "He wanted to touch me, was very handsy. He touched me constantly."

She wasn't as upset about it as the last time, almost resigned to being a whore for these men. Her words about the event aroused me again, much to my chagrin. I took her upstairs, and needed to know that I could use her too…. I fucked her hard, not loving.

It was a fitful night for both of us relaxing.

Friday night went past us, and I think we were both relieved to have no visitors. But Saturday afternoon, the oldest man of the 5 showed up. His name was Charles, and he caught me out in the yard mowing. The kids were up the street at a friend's house; that was information he wanted to know. Anna was inside, but I didn't know what she was doing. He told me to just stay outside and keep mowing, and to keep the kids out of the house.