Chapter 30 - Woops
Twenty minutes later, Sixten was bent over their bed, handcuffed to a bedpost. Heidi had rooted the handcuffs out of the closet. One of her bridesmaids had given them to her as a joke, maybe-not-a-joke, during her wedding shower four years ago. He was naked, except for his chastity cage, so his ass was exposed in the air, and his cock and cage pressed into the bed under him, with his o-ring visible behind his balls.
At first, Sixten was cage-hard. He loved it when she scolded and reprimanded him. He couldn't help it. He simply reacted to it, because she was so powerful and hot when she was pissed. She'd also never punished him before, so he was excited that she was becoming more dominant and taking more control, taking him deeper into his blissful subspace. But after she handcuffed him she left the room, and five minutes passed, then ten. Then twenty. She'd never done this before, and the silence was unnerving, because he could feel her anger drifting in it, like a fog over a flat ocean. After thirty minutes, he realized that she may not be playing, and that she may really be angry and hurt, and that he may have really fucked up.
A few minutes later, he heard her approaching. He heard her heels CLACK and the sound of something dragging on the floor behind her. It would have been hot if she was there to please him. But she wasn't. She was there to hurt him.
WHACK!
"FUCK!" he yelped *************.
She'd whipped him his ass with something hard, very hard, and he wasn't expecting it to sting so bad.
"Shut up!"
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
He realized that she was whipping him with the clothesline cable that she'd taken down from the balcony for their move out. It was coated in vinyl, but it was about the diameter of a pencil and hurt like hell. It made a horrifying whisking sound when she brought it down on him, then struck him unevenly along the length of the folded cable, leaving a u-shaped mark when it recoiled up. It wasn't like getting spanked by a flat paddle with blunt *****, not that that may have been better, it was just sharp and stung deep. He was strong, but he had to bite a pillow to keep from screaming.
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
Fuuuuuuckk.....
His breath tightened up in his chest from the pain, and he had to ***** himself to exhale. He liked emotional pain, not physical, but even still, in all the fantasies and porn he'd watched, the spanking may have stung, but the slave ultimately enjoyed it. He didn't enjoy this at all. It wasn't anything like he'd imagined and certainly wasn't erotic. It just flat out fucking hurt.
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
She'd never spanked anyone before, or ever really fantasized about it. She liked teasing and denying him, and watching him wiggle and worm, but she'd never gotten off on physically hurting someone. She found herself enjoying it slightly more than she would have expected, but mostly because it simply felt good to finally release her pent-up anger and tension on something. He betrayed her and had to pay. He had to hurt so he'd learn and it wouldn't happen again, because pain teaches. But to do that, it had to be real, memorable pain, not some bull**** whack-off fantasy. No way in hell she was catering to his whack-off fantasy now, and, in doing so, rein***** bad behavior.
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
"Oweeeeeee!" Sixten whined, unable to hold it in any longer.
"Shut up! I told you to shut the fuck up!"
WHACK!
"So let me get this straight, your little dick wanted to get out of its cage and cum, and I wouldn't let you, so you talked to Lukas without telling me, and invited him to the party, hoping he'd let you out?"
"No, I—"
—WHACK!
"Owe! ****! No I mean yes! I mean, I want out yes, but I wanted to get him back for you! That's what I really wanted."
"For me or for you? You wanted to see us together, didn't you? On Valentine's day?"
"I—"
"—Answer me faggot!"
WHACK!
"YES! YES! I wanted to see you together. On Valentine's day."
"How'd he get in?"
****.
Sixten stalled.
"How'd he get in, Sixten?"
"I got him a ticket."
"You bought him a guest ticket?"
Sixten didn't answer, but his body tightened for a blow, so Heidi knew. He'd spent $1,000 of their house deposit on a guest ticket.
"Babe, I—"
WHACK!
"Fuck! Fucken hell Sixten! Now we can't move out! You realize that right!?"
"I—"
—WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
"SHUT-UP!"
She whipped him again and then stopped, breathing hard. He could hear her inhaling and exhaling, and pictured her chest rising and falling behind and over him.
"You know what you did? Now we can't move out. And we have to sign the fucken lease. Because now we're a thousand dollars short. A thousand stupid dollars. But you know what's worse? You ******** my trust and put me on the spot. You mixed two worlds that can't cross. You both did. Because you're little boys who can't control your dicks and your pissing contests. And you know what? Now Keri knows. She saw me with Lukas. So I hope you guys are happy. I hope you got what you wanted. Because you know what happens to my reputation if Keri talks? Huh?"
"Yes babe I'm sorry I'm really sorry."
"****!"
She stepped back and paced around the room, leaving him bent over the bed. Her cable dragged on the ground behind her, like some sort of horror film. His balls had shrunk up from pain, and his ass was lashed red with whip marks. A few lines looked like they'd already started to bruise. He shook his ass slightly in the air and wiggled back and forth on his toes, trying to dissipate the sting since he couldn't rub it with his hands.
She felt better after whipping him. She felt purged. It felt good to simply unload - physically, verbally and emotionally. She had to be so damn sweet and nice all the time that it felt good to be bitchy, bossy and mean. It felt powerful. And honest. And he looked kinda cute whimpering there, punished and purged in his own way. She didn't like hurting him, she simply had to, but she did like seeing him suffer for her. He had to suffer for her, because it proved he desired and needed her.
But still, now Keri knew. After everything she'd done to hide this and protect them, Keri ending up knowing anyway. So what the hell did it matter now? Why even bother hiding it if people found out anyway?
She strode back to him.
"Happy Valentine's Day!"
She whisked the whip into the air and thrust it back down onto his ass as hard as she could.
WHACK!
"MMMMGGHhhhhh..." he moaned into the pillow.
"So I'll tell you what's gonna happen. First, you're not getting out of that cage tonight like you thought, or anytime soon. No fucking way. Not until you make up for this. And it's a shame too, because you'd been well behaved this week. You'd almost earned an orgasm, then you go and completely blow it at the last second. Second, we're going to have a talk, and there's going to be some new rules, got it? Obviously, it needs to be very clear what you can and can't do, and what the consequences are if you misbehave."
"Yes."
"Yes what?" she snapped, whisking her whip up.
"Yes Ms. Heidi."
"You both always want something from me. You always need something from me, for your dicks and egos because you can't control yourselves. Well, you want to play? You want to use me? Bull****! I'm going to use you. Both of you. I'm going to use the fuck out of you. And you're going to see what using someone is like."
WHACK!
"I'm going to take control of this. I'm going to fix this and get what we need. Because you can't."
She took another deep breath. She was spent, like him, so she walked over and sat in a chair in the corner and watched him as she recovered. She had hurt him. He deserved it. And he swore he wanted to be an obedient husband who jumped when she snapped and served her. So to be that, he had to endure this. He had so much potential, but he had a hard time controlling his urges. He needed her to be a better man.
She got up and walked back over. He tensed, but instead of whipping him, she put her hand on ass. He flinched, but her warm hand felt good once it settled. She began rubbing his ass gently, finally dissipating some pain for him. She gave him pain. And she took it away. Only she could do that for him. Nobody else could.
After that beating, her hand felt soothing. She moved closer, so that her body was touching his, and she kept rubbing his ass gently, slowly bringing him back to a better place. He pressed his hips into the bed and groaned, crossing back and forth between pain and pleasure, until he blurred the line completely. He was in a deep place, somewhere far back in his mind. If he wanted to be owned, she'd own him. She wasn't going to let him use her. She was going to use him. And she was going to give him what he said he wanted and more, but on her terms, not his; goals, rewards, punishments and pain. She was going to train and reshape him, and make him into the perfect husband.
She let him enjoy her touch for a minute, then she suddenly stopped and left the room.
A minute later, he heard her walk back in - with another person. He looked back over his shoulder as best he
could, and saw Lukas.
"Ouch," Lukas said, "did you have to hit him so hard?"
"Yes."
Lukas winced. He actually felt sorry for Sixten. That was going to bruise. It already was. And he was going to have a hard time sitting for a few days, all because he wanted to see him and Heidi together.
"Is this how you wanted to discuss things?" Lukas asked.
"We're not done discussing things. And I said that before Keri saw us."
She undid Sixten's handcuffs and let him get up.
"Come here."
She grabbed him by the wrist and walked him past Lukas to the bedroom door.
"Babe I—"
"—Shhhh."
She put a finger to her lips.
"I'm in charge now," she said, "what I say goes, period. Because you'll fuck this all up and get us caught and lose our deposit for a third time. But you need to decide if you really want this. Because if you do, you have to be committed. We can't do this halfway. You can't be in one day and out the other. That won't work anymore. It's all or nothing, understand?"
She brought her whip by his face, threatening to hit him again with it.
He nodded.
She stepped over him, so that one foot was on either side of him and her pussy was inches from his face. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face into her V.
God, it was heaven. It was fucking divine. Finally. He inhaled and smelled and smashed his face into her. She smelled musty and wet. She'd gotten excited beating him, or owning him, he didn't know, but her heat was thick and drove him nuts. He reached up to grab her ass and lock himself there forever but she smacked his hands away. No, he wasn't allowed to touch her there, only Lukas was, so God he wanted to. He wanted her so bad. It was illogical and crazy - she'd just beat the **** out of him and all he wanted to do was inhale and ***** and consume and please her. He tried to kiss and lick and suck her through her panties. He was so close, but so far...
She pressed her pussy in his face and ground her scent on him like perfume. She let him smell, inhale and worship her for a minute, then she stuck her hand down her panties, rubbed her crotch, and wiped her wet fingers across his face and mouth. She wiped herself all over his face, marking him, like she owned him, because she did. He groaned and she stepped back. She walked back into the room with Lukas, and gave him one last glimpse of her lace covered ass. She waved her finger, scolding him, then shut the door in his face. A second later, he heard her lock it.
Now she was in their room, with Lukas, while he was sitting out in the hall, in his chastity cage. His ass was red and his dick was swollen and straining, unable to get hard, unable to get the relief it craved. He grabbed it and tugged, but he couldn't get to his dick. He couldn't free it. He was a total wreck. He pressed his ear against the door and heard several thumps, then he heard her giggle. A second later, he heard the bed creek. Their marital bed. Lukas must have put her down on it.
A minute later, he heard her whispering to him, but couldn't tell what she was saying. He lay down on the floor and tried to press his ear against the gap under the door to hear better, but it didn't help much. He was only able to catch a word or two every now and then; "Please... Mmmm... God... I missed you... Of course... Girlfriend..."
A minute later she was talking louder, and begging,
"Yes... Right there. Right there..."
Then she was moaning,
"MMMMMmmmm..."
Sixten could picture her arching her back as Lukas ****** his fat cock in her. God, he couldn't even touch her ass. He wasn't allowed to. He could only smell her, for a minute, but she was literally begging Lukas to ******* her with his God-cock.
A minute later, he didn't have to press his ear against the door, because Lukas' hips started smacking her thighs with the full ***** of his big body, and she started grunting and groaning louder and louder under him. He was taking her now.
UGH, UGH, UGH...
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP...
"Ugh God yes... Fuck me!"
"FUCK ME!"
She was practically yelling. She'd never moaned that loud for Sixten before, and he knew the neighbors two apartments over could hear her for the first time, and were probably thinking that Sixten was stud.
"FUCK ME LUKAS!"
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP!
We'll hopefully they didn't hear that.
"YES YES YES LUKAS IT'S YOURS... GOD YES, IT'S YOUR PUSSY LUKAS! IT'S YOUR PUSSY. IT'S NOT HIS. YES YES I PROMISE. I PROMISE. NO. UGH. NO HE HASN'T HAD IT. I TOLD YOU. IT'S YOURS... OH GOD... UH UH UH... LUKASSSSSS...!!!
CRACK!
He heard the headboard brake.
Lukas hammer-fucked her hard for eternity, then they took a break and fucked softer. The first time she screamed. The second time she whined. She whined like Sixten did with her. Lukas took her to the same place she took him, and Sixten knew he couldn't take her there. He could take her to a place where she ruled like a Queen and felt powerful, but only Lukas could take her to a place where her back arched, her toes curled, her pussy hurt and she moaned and whined for her Daddy.
Sixten could picture her running her hand slowly through the back of his hair as she kissed him and he slowly gyrated his hips against hers, fucking her slow and deep. He got his phone and recorded it as best he could through the gap at the base of the door. He wanted to save the moment, but the video simply showed the floor of their master bedroom, with her black panties on it, and the legs of their bed, while their grunts, groans and noises played above them.
Afterwards, he smelled smoke. Lukas must have smoked a cigarette in bed. He'd never seen him smoke before, but he was European and had just had sex, so maybe that was it. He wasn't happy about him smoking in his room, but Heidi hadn't stopped him either, so what the fuck could he do about it?
When it seemed like they'd finally tired out and fallen a*****, together, Sixten slumped down the hall to the guest bedroom. It was the most frustrating thing he'd ever had to do. He was horny as hell but couldn't cum, and he was unable to enter his own room and ***** in his own bed - because his wife was *****ing in it with another man. How could something hurt so bad and feel so good at the same time? The Line. That fine line between pain and pleasure, that continually destroyed, rebuilt and destroyed you.
He lay in the guest bed, but it was evident immediately that he wasn't going to be able to fall a***** any time soon, even though it was late, so he went to the kitchen and poured himself a Jack Daniels on the rocks with water. He drank four in a row and read court documents on the PG&E utility firm's bankruptcy case, until he finally passed out from exhaustion.
(This is an excerpt from "A Married Hot Mess - The Cage." The first Married Hot Mess book is free on Kendal today.
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