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Loretta's first patient of the day was a man who had been brutalized by his wife.  She believed in domestic discipline and she believed it should be administered with a heavy hand and a multi-tailed whip.  And a swift kick in the balls wasn't beyond the realm of reasonable correction.  Loretta was in full agreement with the way Ruth kept her husband in line.  Her challenge was to make Herb come to the understanding that no matter how much abuse Ruth heaped upon him, he deserved it all.

She had spent 3 months working with the man; if in fact you could call him that.  And in the last session she had found out something that she believed that she could use to make Herb even more subservient to his wife.  It had taken a long time to drag it out of him but Herb had finally admitted he had a huge fetish for high-heeled boots.  So this morning Loretta had dressed accordingly for their session.  She had chosen a pair of black leather over the knee boots and a skirt just short enough so that the tops of the boots were exposed but no skin.

Normally she sat behind her desk but today she chose a chair out in the open.  When her secretary ushered Herb into her office he was immediately struck with awe at the sight of his therapist dressed like something out of his fantasies.

Loretta had arranged the chairs in such a fashion that with her legs crossed the tips of her boots would almost touch Herb's legs.  She motioned for Herb to have the seat across from her and smiled when he had difficulty sitting down without making contact with her boots.

"Well, Herb, how are you today?"

Herb could not take his eyes off of Loretta's boots and he stammered a reply.

"I'm not sure Doctor."

"What do you mean you're not sure?  You must know how you feel.  Look at me when I talk to you."  She said with some degree of force.

Herb tried to raise his eyes but it was like her feet were a magnet and his eyes were made of steel.  "I am sorry, ma-am.  I am trying."

"Are you ashamed of something, Herb?  Is that why you refuse to look me in the eye?"

"No ma-am, well maybe ma-am."

"Well, what is it?  Are you or are you not ashamed?"

"It is your boots ma-am.  I can't stop staring at them."

"Really, why is that?  Is there something wrong with them?  Are they dirty?"

"No ma-am they are beautiful."

Loretta began to swing her foot slightly and it just brushed Herb's leg.  He became even more nervous and tried to pull his leg back further but it was already snug against the front of his chair.

"Don't you like it when my boots touch your legs, Herb?"

"Yes, ma-am, I mean, no ma-am."

"Why are you calling me ma-am and not doctor like you normally do?"

"I am sorry doctor."

"I didn't ask you for an apology.  I asked for a reason."

"I don't know, doctor."

"Of course you know Herb.  Now spit it out."

"I guess it is the boots.  They make you look so powerful and make me feel so subservient.  When I say ma-am I feel more like your servant."

Loretta got up out of her chair and moved to the one behind her desk.  Changing tactics she again addressed Herb who was now looking down crestfallen.  "Herb, is Ruth still disciplining you?"

"Yes, doctor and more severely than ever.  If something doesn't change I have made up my mind to leave her and file for divorce."

"Tell me about this last week.  You say the discipline is more severe, how so?"

"Well, for a while she only whipped me maybe once a week and then only a few strokes with the taws.  I accepted that because usually I did do something to deserve it.  But now the whippings are almost everyday and for minor infractions.  Last night she gave me 20 strokes with the heavy taws on my shoulders and the small of my back.  I don't know but I think she might have broken the skin."

"Take off your shirt and show me Herb."

Herb removed his shirt and turned so that his back was towards Loretta.  She allowed herself to blossom into a full smile as she surveyed the damage.  Ruth had in fact done a number on him and Loretta's only regret was that she had not been there to witness it.

Loretta waited until Herb had put his shirt back on and was again seated.  "You say she did this because of a minor infraction.  What was the offense?"

"She had ordered me to clean the bathrooms.  I had them spotless and then I discovered that I needed to urinate.  Well some of my flow missed the bowl and she saw it when she came up to inspect.  She could have just asked me to clean it up again but instead she ordered me to the discipline room and did this to me."

"And you think that is a minor offense?" Loretta asked with a note of sarcasm in her voice.  "Has Ruth ever taken the time to explain how she wants the bathrooms cleaned?"

"Yes, on several occasions, but it isn't my fault that a small amount of my urine missed the bowl."

"Then whose fault is it?  Did Ruth grab your penis and force your flow to miss its target?"

"Of course not but you wouldn't understand being a woman.  All your parts fit down into the bowl so you can't miss."

"It seems to me that you just found the solution to your own problem."  Loretta said.

Herb thought for a few minutes and then it was like a light flashed in his head.  "You mean that I should not try to urinate standing up?"

"So now do you agree that you deserved the whipping she gave you?"

"I guess, and I will try to do better in the future."

"So then I assume there will be no more talk of divorce?  You really should get down on your knees and thank Ruth for her loving discipline.  In fact since she is my next appointment I will have her come in now and you can do it in front of me.  Would that be all right with you?"

Herb looked crestfallen but he agreed and so Loretta buzzed her receptionist and had her send Ruth on in.

"Welcome, Ruth." Loretta started.  "Herb has something he wants to say to you, don't you Herb?"

"Yes, ma-am."  Ruth I want to thank you for taking the time to discipline me.  I know I was wrong for not making sure none of my urine splashed outside the bowl."

Before Ruth could reply, Loretta broke in.  "Herb is that the way you agreed to offer the apology?"

Herb looked confused and then Loretta pointed to Ruth's feet.

"No ma-am I should have been on my knees."

"Then do it right.  And make sure you kiss her shoes before and after."

Herb was totally humiliated but he did as he was told.  He got on his knees in front of his wife and bent his head and kissed the toes of her tennis shoes.  If she were wearing the Doctor's boots this would be heaven he thought to himself.

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There was no doubt that Ruth had done a number on me.  I doubt that any man had ever loved a woman more than I had loved Ruth.  And we had such a wonderful marriage for a great number of years.  And then she had started reading female dominant blogs on the Internet.  She was particularly fond of those dealing with domestic discipline, the ones with the wife giving and the husbands receiving.  I of course knew nothing about this until one night after supper when she started enumerating my various flaws as a husband and announced that some things were going to have to change.

I asked her what the hell she was going on about and she told me that she had decided to take control of our marriage and that she would be taking corrective measures to make sure that I became a more attentive and obedient husband.

Of course I looked at her as if she had two heads.  “In our marriage vows, I believe that it was you that promised to love, honor and obey, not the other way around.”

“You don’t have a very good memory then.”  Ruth declared.  “I only promised to love, not the other two words you just inserted after the fact.  But unless you decide you want to obey me, we are headed for the nearest divorce court.  I am tired of doing all the work in this house and I am tired of having my needs ignored.”

“I guess you are going to have to be a little more specific about what you are asking.  I thought that I have been doing my fair share of the house work and I have no idea what needs I have been ignoring.”

“Let’s take it one thing at a time then.”  Ruth started.  “Who does most of the cooking?”

“Well, you do but that is because you are the better cook.  I can and do barbeque on the weekends to give you a break, but if I was to take over the regular cooking we would both die of ptomaine poisoning.”

“And you never thought to spend some of your Internet time on learning to be a better cook instead of on pornography?”

“I will have you know that I don’t spend a lot of time searching for pornography.”  I said with a straight face.

“You forget we share a home computer and I am not as stupid as you are.  I know how to check the history.”

Well, I decided to let that one, drop for a little while.  “Ok, so please go on with your list of my faults.”

“Who spends more time cleaning up after meals, you or I?”

“I think it is about equal.”  I defended myself.

“Really, when was the last time you scoured out a cooking pan or cleaned the stove top?  And I know you have never cleaned out the refrigerator or the oven in your life.  And who does all the laundry and cleans the bathrooms and vacuums the carpets?”

“Ok, so maybe I have not been the perfect maid.  But why are you bringing this up now?  It didn’t seem to bother you in the past.”

“I am bringing it up now.  Other women have found a way to train their lazy worthless husbands and so will I.”

“What other women are you talking about?  Has Lois been filling your head with her feminazi bullshit?”

“This has nothing to do with Lois, although you could take a lesson from her husband.  I have noticed how attentive he is to her needs, unlike someone I could mention.”

“You keep throwing out this attentive to needs line.  What needs do you have that I am ignoring?”

“When was the last time you brought flowers home for me or when was the last time you bought me some sexy underwear, or when was the last time you washed my back, or gave me a foot massage, or a cream rub.  And when was the last time you spent more than five minutes trying to get me ready for sex before climbing aboard and sticking little Willy Winkie into me?”

“Wow, we have gone from housework to small penis humiliation in one easy leap.”

“Well, you asked me, so I am telling you.  Surely you didn’t think that I was really getting off with a two minute drill with a four inch cock?”

I had taken enough of her abuse for one night and so I got up and walked towards the door.  I had no idea where I was going but I knew I was going away from Ruth.

“You walk out that door and I swear to God, you will regret it.” She yelled at my departing back.

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Shadow scanned the multiple monitors in front of her.  This was her passion and because she had won the big lottery she could afford to indulge herself.  And it had taken a good chunk of her winnings in order to set up the massive surveillance network for the hotel.  All three hundred rooms were equipped with remote monitored cameras all connected by a secret and invisible wireless network. And what was the point?  Shadow liked to watch and every once in a while she got the opportunity to participate.

And right now was one of those times. Although the girl had dimmed the room lighting to a minimum, Shadow could still see the scene in front of her.  Amy Henderson was into self-bondage and as Shadow watched she was in the process of tying herself up for the night.  Once the ropes were secure and the keys locked in the small time lock safe she had beside her and once the cuffs were snapped into place Amy would be rendered helpless until 5 a.m. when the time lock would release.  She chose 5 a.m. because that was early enough that no maid would be starting her housecleaning chores and there was little possibility of her being discovered.  Of course that was part of the allure of rendering oneself immobile.  There was always the chance that someone might discover what you were up to.

Shadow was intrigued as she watched the young blonde woman methodically begin to wrap herself for what Shadow hoped would be an uncomfortable position.  She was completely naked except for the heavy leather collar around her neck and the leather ankle and wrists cuffs that she wore. Her breasts had been wrapped with rough twine to the point where they looked like they would pop if someone took a small pin to them.  That had to be painful.  And then the woman picked up a red and black corset from the bed and began putting that on.  Of course her breasts would not fit into the cups of the garment but those cups would fit underneath her swollen and nearly purple globes.

Shadow could only assume that once the corset was laced tightly closed that the girl’s tits would be pushed even higher and tighter than they presently were.

And the girl did lace the garment tightly.  She had a special hook that she used to pull the laces as tight as they would go, with the eyelets actually touching each other.  Shadow could see the girl’s breathing becoming labored as most of the air in her lungs was pushed out and up her throat.  And finally both laces were pulled up over Amy’s shoulders and tied off to a ring in the heavy leather collar that was locked around her neck.

Shadow could hear the girl begin to moan softly and she was wondering if at this painful juncture that Amy might decide to call this whole thing off, but Shadow hoped that she would not.

Next with great effort the girl pulled her right foot up and using a pressure clip that was attached to the cuff snapped it to another ring on her collar.  Shadow could not believe that Amy actually was able to get her left foot into a similar position and snapped in place as well.  Now the girl could hardly breathe taking in air through shallow sips through her mouth.  With fascination Shadow watched the girl force herself to begin breathing through her nose.  And then the reason for that was obvious as Amy forced a round, ball-gag into her mouth behind her teeth.  This was secured into place behind her head with two leather strips that velcroed together.

Satisfied that she could still reached the time lock once her hands were cuffed behind her back the girl snapped the cuffs into place.  Now she was totally helpless, as she could not even scream for help if she wanted to.  Nothing was going to relieve her self-torture until that safe released in the morning.

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A Surprise Encounter

It was not long after that the meeting adjourned.  I hung around for a few minutes to see if there was any possibility that I might be able to worm my way into one of the conversations but these folks were pretty tight lipped when they did not have a microphone in their hands.  I looked around to see if perhaps Marcie was available for a little chat but she was no where to be found.  I supposed she took the first opportunity to make herself scarce so that she did not have a confrontation with her former husband. 

Realizing that my work for the evening was probably over, I made for the exit.  No one stepped forward to stop me and say thanks for coming, hope to see you again.  This was definitely not like alcoholics anonymous where everyone seemed to wear their alcoholism like a badge on their arm for everyone to see.  Those meeting were almost like a fraternity where each person was not separate but was part of the group.  Not so much like that here.

As I exited the door and headed for my car I noticed that someone was already there.  It was in a part of the lot furthest from the light and so it was difficult to make out who was there, apparently waiting for me but I could tell there was someone because of the glow of the cigarette they were puffing.  That was also different from alcoholics anonymous.  In those meetings everyone smoked and drank copious amounts of coffee.  But this was the first cigarette I had seen smoked at this meeting.

I approached my vehicle cautiously although I have no idea why I should be worried.  I had never slept with any of these men's wives or if I had it was so long ago that I did not remember it.  And I had not spoken in front of the group so nobody should have been angry from my remarks.  Never the less one cannot be too careful in this violent world in which we live.

I relaxed a little as I saw who was waiting for me.  I doubted that Marci had anything against me and her relaxed posture told me that she did not.

"I thought you had left."  I announced as I came up to her.  I held out my hand in greeting.  She took it and gave me a firm handshake, which surprised me a little.  "By the way my name is Jack."

"Yes, I heard the greeting at the meeting.  Do you have much trouble getting through airports?"

I smiled although I had heard that joke a million times or more.  "And I guess you would be Marcie?  Are you waiting for me or is my car the only one the right size to lean on?"

"No I thought I should welcome you to the group although I have a feeling that you don't belong here."

"Why would you say that?  What other motive could I have for attending a meeting like this?"

"Well, I suspect that you have ulterior motives.  For one thing you were paying way too much attention to what was being said.  And yes before you asked, I have been observing you."

"Really would you mind telling me why?"  I asked.

"For starters you don't look the part of the typical cuckold.  And I will answer the question you are dying to ask before you get it off your tongue.  A typical cuckold has a hangdog expression, especially when they are in the company of a woman.  When I began to argue with Bill you turned around and looked me straight in the eye as if I was just another of the crowd and not the mortal enemy."

"So then what is your theory about why I am here?  Do you think perhaps that I am a married man thinking of having my wife cuckold me and I want to find out what the ramifications are before I do it?"

"Highly unlikely.  I think you have a whole different agenda.  I think you are either a journalist or a novelist that is trying to gain information for a story or book.  How close am I?"

"Supposing you are right, how likely would it be for me to succeed in my venture?"

"That depends on whether you would like to buy me a drink or not.  I have heard almost all the stories but they are much too long to tell standing in this parking lot?"

"Do you have a preference of the establishment for me to buy the drink?"

"Your place if you are not married, my place if you are."

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“Get out of your clothes slut”, Jenny demanded.  “I want you naked in less than 60 seconds or you will be very sorry.”

Noticing the look of pure evil on her friends face, Mary hurried to comply. “Why are you doing this Jenny?” Mary asked.

“Because I can bitch.”

When Mary had removed the last of her outer garments she hesitated.

“The bra and panties as well.  You don’t think you deserve to have your tits and cunt covered do you?  After all those are the parts that are going to get the most use.  Now, get down on your hands and knees.”  Then Jenny threw her a large dog collar and demanded that she put it on.  Once it was secure Jenny walked across the room and snapped a long lease to the ring in the collar.  “Now let’s go for a little walk, shall we?”

Mary, not understanding Jenny’s meaning started to get to her feet.  A hard slap with the end of the leash against the right cheek of her ass brought a quick halt to that notion.

“Bitch, you will stay on all fours, like the good little dog you are.  Now heel!  If you are good I have a surprise for you.  I might even let you cum.”

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I remember the day that they moved in.  The big moving van pulled right next door to our house.  I thought at the time that I hoped they would be able to empty it and be on their way in a hurry as they were clearly blocking part of our driveway.  And then I noticed the woman that was directing the unloading.  She was about 5 foot 6 inches tall and weighed maybe 120 pounds.  But every ounce of that weight was in the right locations.  Her long blonde hair was tied back with a ribbon but I could imagine what it would look like down and framing her face.  If there is such a thing as a goddess I was looking at her.

I must have been ogling her for an exorbitant amount of time for I heard my wife Jill call out my name.  “Martin where in the world have you gone off to?  I thought you were going to help me in the kitchen.”

“Sorry Jill, I was just checking out the new neighbors that are moving in next door.  I knew the house was sold from the sign in the yard but I hadn’t expected anyone this soon.”

Jill then must have got curious for she showed up next to me and pushed me out of the way so she could get a look for herself.  She had barely looked out the window when she turned to give me the evil eye.  Now, I see what is taking you so long.  I can see I am going to have to keep you busy from now on or you are going to be wandering next door.

“Ah, Jill, you know I only have eyes for you.”

“Well, then push them back in your head and come give me a hand.  I want to move the refrigerator and stove out away from the wall so I can clean behind them.

So we spent the rest of the day on mundane activities.

It was a couple days later when Jill announced that she was going to go next door and introduce herself.  She told me she would be back in a few minutes and left me to my own devices.  Well, the few minutes turned into a couple hours before she returned.

“Wow, you will never in a million years guess what I just learned about our new neighbors.” My wife gushed.

“Let me think,” I began.  “They are secretly vampires and you went in and found them sleeping in their coffins.”

She looked at me as if I had two heads and I started to break out laughing.  She reached out and slapped me hard across the face.

“Ouch, that hurt.  Can’t you take a joke anymore?”

“Pay attention when I am trying to tell you something.”

“Wow, when did you become a dominatrix?” I asked.

“Just shut up and listen to my story or I will show you what else I can do to cause you pain.”  But at least she said that with a smile.

“Ok, here goes.  I went over to introduce myself to our new neighbors.  I knocked at the door and it seemed it took quite a while for Julie to answer it.  When she finally came she only had a big towel wrapped around her.  I thought that was strange because her hair was not damp and she did not look like she had just stepped from the shower or bath.  And so I started to excuse myself by saying that I apparently had dropped by at the wrong time and that I could come back later.  But she assured me that everything was fine and that I should come in and have a cup of coffee with her and her husband.  His name is Peter by the way.  So I went in and she led me to the kitchen and she poured me a cup of coffee and then we went out on the back patio.  Her husband was there also wrapped in a towel.  I have to tell you I was a little uncomfortable at that point.  True he had his genitals covered but not much else.  And he is built for a man as well as Julie is for a woman.  I guess I must have been staring at him the way a person might stare at a Greek sculpture for I heard Julie clear her throat to get my attention.  She didn’t seem upset mind you she just introduced me to her husband and then offered me a seat.”

“It sounds like they take things pretty casually.”  I said.

“Maybe more casually than you think.” She stated.  “I told them that I just wanted to stop by to welcome them to the neighborhood and that I hoped we could all get together soon, perhaps for a barbeque and drinks.  Julie told me that sounded like a wonderful idea and then she told me something that almost made me fall off the chair I was sitting on.  She said she hoped that I wouldn’t be offended but that her and Peter are nudists and they seldom wear clothes when they are at home.  She said that was why it took her so long to answer the door since her and Peter were lounging around naked and had not brought their towels out with them.  She had to rush up stairs to get them and toss one to Peter before opening the door.  I guess my mouth must have fallen open at that point.  What is one supposed to say when told her new neighbors like to lounge around in their backyard without any clothes on?  And especially when their backyard is right next to ours.”

“Wow, maybe I better go check this out.” I declared.  And then I made a mock attempt at getting up from my seat.

“You ain’t checking anything out Buster.” My wife told me.  “In fact I am going to call the local builders association and see what I have to do to have a 10 foot privacy fence installed.”

“Come on, Jill.” I said.  “Surely you have seen naked people before.”

“Yes, in my college days I saw a few.  And of course I see you naked once in a blue moon.  But I haven’t seen any that looked like they just jumped out of a center fold in a pornographic magazine.  Just looking at Peter with a towel wrapped around his middle made my panties start to get wet.  And if you ever saw Julie naked I bet you would stay hard for a week.”

I didn’t say anything right away as I was trying to picture my wife drooling over another man.  That had never been one of my fantasies but I have to say that it did cause me a slight rise in a certain muscle.

“I didn’t know that you harbored sexual thoughts about other men.”  I stated.  “If your panties are indeed moist perhaps we should go upstairs.  I wouldn’t mind a little morning sex for a change.”

Jill looked at me and smiled.  “And I suppose you don’t mind if the reason we had sex is because I was fantasizing about Peter?”

“Would you mind if I was picturing myself with Julie?” I asked.

“This conversation is getting too weird.” Jill announced.  “I have things to do not the least of which is to check out fencing.  And you promised to clean out the garage as I remember.

“What happened to the idea of morning sex?” I complained.

“If you really want sex, go upstairs and into the bathroom where you can have some privacy.  But don’t take all day about it.  The garage is not going to clean itself.”

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At that point he seemed to lose control and a few tears started to fall from his eyes.  When it became obvious that he would not be able to continue with his narrative Bill asked for someone else to share and it began all over with another man named Fred.

I started to tune him out because from attending a few alcoholics anonymous meetings, I figured all the stories would be similar with each progressive one trying to beat out the one that went before it.  And then I heard Fred say, "I am here because of my own stupidity."  And that got my interest fairly quickly.

"What I mean by that," Fred continued, "is the whole thing was of my making.  I had this foolish idea in my head that it would be really exciting watching my wife with another man.  I don't know if I got the idea from surfing the wrong sites on the Internet or if I was surfing those sites because I had the idea in the back of my mind and wanted to explore the idea.  In any event in almost every instance of Internet fantasy everything worked out for the best for the couple.  The woman always had a wonderful time enjoying the benefits of having a lover on the side and the husband was ecstatic just being allowed to watch or sometimes participate.  In the end everyone was happy.

So I broached the subject with my wife and her reaction was that I should immediately seek psychiatric help since I had obviously lost my mind.  But dear, I reasoned have you never had fantasies about being with another man, maybe someone younger than me, someone with a stomach like a washboard, someone with a cock like a stallion?

"Well when you put it like that, how could I not be interested?  So why don't you run right out and bring one like that back to me.  But keep in mind I am not settling for two out of three."  And then she laughed and walked away, probably to find the number to the nearest loony bin.

I should have been intelligent enough to let the matter lie but obviously intelligence is not my strong suit.  But I did let it lie for a while but I kept surfing the Internet and garnering more and more ideas of how wonderful it would be to see my wife writhing under another man moaning because she was being stretched wider and deeper than I could possibly accomplish.  Now isn't that just the dumbest thing you have ever heard?  Well probably not because I would bet dollars to donuts that the vast majority of you sitting here tonight started out exactly the same way."  And then from the back corner of the room came a noise of two hands being slapped together in complete agreement.

Fred halted his narration and looked back to where Marcie was now standing up and almost cheering.  "I would be glad to relinquish the floor to the lady if she would care to come forward and share what is on her mind."

And to that Bill put the kibosh in a hurry.  "No, Fred, you continue with your story.  Marcie sit down and be quiet or so help me God I will have you forcibly removed from this meeting.  This is my last warning."

"Oh shut up Bill.  You couldn't control me when we were married, what makes you think you can control me now.  You know that Fred was entirely right, everyone of you wimps are here because you started a ball rolling that you weren't man enough to stop.  Most of your wives did not go out and decide to find a lover although they probably should have.  Most of you pushed them into someone else's arms and then was surprised when they preferred the other man or maybe in some cases another woman.  So, Bill sit yourself down and let Fred continue with his story.  It is too bad that the media is not here so they could record it for posterity.  Go ahead Fred, continue."

And I smiled inwardly and then Fred started his story again.

"I think all of you know that Marcie is right.  I should have left it alone but I was thinking with my little head and not my big one and every time I thought of my wife with another man my little head began to swell and my big head began to contract.  So I kept pushing and plotting and conniving, trying to make something happen that would eventually prove disastrous to my marriage.  I am not going to bore you with the details but I will say this any husband that thinks bringing another sexual partner into the marriage will improve things, better think again."

He put down the microphone and walked back to his seat and again Marcie was applauding him as he went.  I was almost beginning to think that maybe he was a plant that she had encouraged to tell his story so that she could agree with it.  But I knew that all I was going to get out of this group would be bits and pieces of a much larger story.

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“I hate to break this up, folks, but we really need to get going.  I have a full day’s work tomorrow.”

Mary thanked Jack for being such a good companion and told him that she hoped she would get a chance to see him again.  And then she turned and walked out of the bar with me.

As I settled behind the wheel and started the engine, Mary turned towards me and asked, “Ok asshole what was that all about in there?”

“Why love of my life, whatever do you mean?”

“You know perfectly well what I mean.  You bring a total stranger over and practically force me to entertain him.  Don’t you think that if I wanted male company I could find someone on my own?  I sure as hell don’t need you to pimp me out to the crowd.”

“He was so enamored by you that I just could not resist.  Imagine him rushing home and unzipping his pants and taking care of a big problem thinking about you.”

“How do you know how big a problem he has?” she asked with a smile.

“Why don’t you tell me?  He spent enough time rubbing his problem against you on the dance floor.  How big was it?  And don’t you try to tell me that you didn’t notice.”

“I noticed enough to know that he is considerably bigger than you.  Maybe I should have gone home with him.”

“Don’t worry love I have something big enough to take care of any problem you might have when we get home.”

“You think so do you, well maybe when we get home I will take a horse whip to your ass.  That might take care of your problem.”

“Wow, a horse whip, you say?  Do we own one of those?”

Mary let out a sigh.  “I am thinking of buying one, smart ass.”

We spent the entire drive home bantering back and forth.  Mary tried her best to make me think that she was angry with me but I could tell by the flush of her cheeks that she was a little turned on.  I wished that I could reach over and feel between her legs to see how moist her panties were but I figured I would have to wait until we got home for that.

As we entered the house, I asked Mary if I could get her something more to drink.  She told me no that she had imbibed enough at the bar thanks to Jack’s generosity and that I should just go up and get ready for bed.  She would be up in just a few moments.

I spent a few minutes preparing for bed doing my ablutions and then fully nude went in and lay on top of the comforter.  I wanted Mary to notice right away that I had something prepared and waiting for her.  And just for good measure I reached down and squeezed the base of my cock a couple of times to bring it to full attention.

Mary came in, looked at my erection and grinned just a little.  She then made her way into the bathroom.  It seemed like she took an inordinate amount of time before she finally emerged.  She too was totally naked but she was hiding something behind her back.  I had no idea what she had in mind but it made me harder just thinking about what she might do to surprise me.

“My you seem to be quite tense there dear.” She said.  “Why don’t you roll over on your stomach and let me help you relax.”

“Why don’t I stay on my back and you can help me relax even better.” I answered.

“Now be a good boy and do as mommy tells you.  You don’t want to spoil the surprise I have for you do you?”

I knew that she would have her way eventually so I just did as she directed.  I rolled over onto my stomach and put my hand up against my pillow.  I felt Mary climb onto my back with her knees up tight to my arm pits.  She then allowed her full weight to rest on my back and told me to put my hands together.  I was beginning to get nervous at this point.  I was rapidly becoming to a point where if things went a little wrong I might not be able to extricate myself.  But I did as she instructed and felt her loop something over both of my wrists.  Then with a quick pull my hands were pulled together and bound to the headboard of the bed.

I felt her weight leave me and I thought about pulling myself up and gaining some slack to the rope so that I could free myself.  But before I could form a cohesive thought I felt her loop something around my right ankle and that was pulled tight to the foot of the bed and then the exercise was repeated on my left ankle.  Now I was in deep trouble because I was not able to move in any direction.

“Now I think I have you where I want you.  I think I am going to teach you a little lesson in proper bar etiquette.”

I had no idea what was about to happen but I did not have long to wait to find out.  I heard a swooshing sound and something slapped hard against my ass cheeks.  Pain exploded from nerves suddenly compressed by a leather strap.

“Ouch, Goddammit.  That hurt.”

“Not as much as this one will.”  And she brought the belt down even harder this time.

I began trying to move side to side hoping to get a little slack but all I seemed to accomplish was to further tighten my bonds. 

“Have you learned your lesson yet?”  She asked.  “Or should I give you a few more strokes of the belt to make sure?”

“No ma-am, I have learned my lesson for sure.  Please untie me and I will make everything up to you.  I promise.”

“I am going to untie your feet so that you can roll over, but don’t even think about trying to get your hands loose.  I made sure they were tied tight.  But if you make any wrong moves we will start again with the belt and this time I will use it on that tiny little muscle that was standing upright when I came in.  Are we clear?”

“Crystal ma-am.” I replied.

Mary untied my feet and allowed me to roll over before she tied my ankles together and secured them to the foot of the bed.  She then mounted the bed and positioned herself so that I had a good view of her pussy directly above my mouth.  “Now, I don’t have any use for that small insignificant piece of meat of yours.  But I hope you can give me a couple orgasms with your tongue.”  And she lowered herself fully against my mouth and told me to start licking.

I soon discovered that she was indeed wet and ready.  There really isn’t much of anything that I enjoy more than eating from between my lovely wife’s legs but being bound and helpless and being forced to perform cunnilingus is a hundred times better.  I made my tongue dance against her slit and clit as much as possible.  I only wished that my hands were free so that I could further excite her with them.  But the way she was grinding herself against my mouth and tongue, I could tell she was excited enough.  It did not take long before I felt her tightening her pussy muscles and heard her allow a slight moan from between her lips.  After the spasms lessoned she allowed herself to sink all the way down and just sat there against my mouth and nose.  I truly thought that I might smother and I began to swing my head a little bit side to side in an attempt to get some air into my nose.

Mary must have realized my predicament as she raised up slightly and allowed me to breathe.  “God, that was good.  I haven’t had an orgasm like that in some time.  I bet it would have been even better if my cunt was full of Jack’s cum.  You would like that wouldn’t you?  It is making me hot just thinking about you eating some man’s cum out of me.  I think I will use your mouth one more time before I release you.”  And she lowered herself back down for round two.

When she was finished and had vacated the bed I expected that she would free me from my bonds and allow me some sexual relief as well.  However, she had other ideas.  “Bill that was fantastic.  I imagine you are thinking how nice it would be if I was to free you and allow you access to my pussy with your little wiener or at least allow you to masturbate.  While you have been a good sport after you got home tonight, you still have some paying to do for your earlier transgressions.  So I think that I will just allow you to lay there and think about things for the rest of the night.  And since I see that there is not going to be enough room for the both of us, I will retire to the guest room.  Dear I do hope that you don’t need to use the bathroom during the night.  Normally you could just call out for me but I really don’t want my sleep disturbed.”

And with that she picked up the panties she had worn all day and told me to open my mouth.  I saw no sense in arguing the point and so I did as she told me and allowed the wadded up nylon to enter into my mouth.  She simply walked to the door, turned out the light and left me lying there on top of the covers.  I was to have a very uncomfortable and cold night.

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Without making it obvious I went to the garage and found the roll of clothesline that we no longer used.  Using the garden sheers I cut off three good-sized lengths and tucked them in the pocket of my robe.  I then made my way back upstairs.  Slipping out of my robe, I retrieved my vibrator and laid it on the bed beside me.  I then tied one section of rope around my left ankle and fastened it to the corner post at the foot of the bed.  With difficulty I followed suit with my right ankle.  Then using my teeth I wrapped the third length around both of my wrists.  I could not figure how to tie them off to the headboard so I just lay there with my hands extended above my head.

Right on schedule, Alex came into the room.  I could tell by the look on his face that this was the last thing he expected to find.  He cautiously approached the bed.  I don't know why he was moving so slowly; perhaps he expected a monster to jump out and grab him. 

"You didn't do a very thorough job on your wrists."  He informed me.

"Well, I thought you would want something to do yourself.  I doubt that I can escape from a big strong man like you before you could secure my hands."

Without comment he went to work on binding my wrists.  I thought he pulled the rope a little unnecessarily tight but I was not going to complain.  He then stretched my hands as far as they could reach and tied them off to the headboard of the bed.

I don't know what I expected but it was not what Alex did next.  He simply removed his clothes not even giving me a little show, climbed between my legs and thrust himself inside me.  He made no effort whatsoever to stimulate my clit.  He just started grinding his hips against me and within a few minutes shot his load into my vagina.  He then pulled out of my body wiped his cock against my leg and went into the shower.

I lay there in shock hoping that he would come back and do something to relieve the dull ache I felt inside my cunt.  I had been so excited that it would not have taken much to bring me off but I was expecting so much more.

Alex took quite a while before he emerged from the bathroom.  I was disappointed  that he was now fully clothed.  Apparently he was done with this experiment.  He then looked my way as if I was an afterthought.  "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.  And just think you did not even have to fake an orgasm because I didn't give a shit if you had one.  I really like you tied to the bed that way.  I think I will leave you that way for the rest of the day.  And maybe I will even come back for another quick fuck later.  Have a wonderful time."  And before I could even reply he left me tied and helpless as he left the room and apparently the house.

First shock set in and then came anger.  If I could only find a way to get myself free I would make that son-of-a-bitch pay for this.  And then came desperation.  What if he had actually left for good?  I might die from thirst.  I remembered one Stephen King book about a woman tied to a bed.  Of course her husband had died of a heart attack after tying her up.  Surely Alex would come back and free me.  He couldn't hate me this much, could he?  I allowed my mind to slow down.  I tried to think of who else I could count on to come looking for me if Alex did not come back.  If I didn't show up for work on Monday, maybe my boss would try to call.  But certainly he would not become so worried that he would notify anyone else.  I didn't speak to Linda that often and she had just seen me yesterday so I could not rely on her for rescue.  My mother might become curious about the aftermath of her Saturday party but all she would do is try to call.  Well one good thing had come of all this.  I was no longer sexually excited by the thought of being tied up.

I don't know how long I had lain there but at some point I felt my hands start to go numb.  That was when I really started to get worried.  The thought struck me that perhaps the circulation to my hands was being cut off because Alex had pulled the rope too tight.  If that was the case I did not know how much longer I could go before permanent damage set in.  That was when I began to scream at the top of my lungs.  I did not know if anyone could hear me but we did live in a housing project with very little distance between lots.  Perhaps if one of the neighbors was outside I might attract some attention.  And so I renewed my efforts at sounding like a woman being violently attacked.  I was almost hoarse when my efforts were rewarded.  I heard someone loudly knocking at my front door and I used the last of my voice screaming for help.  The knocking continued and I was afraid that whoever was there had not heard me, but then I heard the sound of a siren approaching the street.  I was going to be rescued after all.  But then I realized that I was also going to found lying tied and naked by a total stranger.  Or so I thought.

Soon more and louder knocking could be heard.  I tried as best I could to yell but my throat was dry and hoarse.  I was desperately afraid that they might think it was a false alarm and leave but then I heard the sound of breaking glass.  Within minutes the bedroom door opened and two firemen entered.  They looked truly embarrassed but with as much decorum as possible came and untied first my hands and then my feet.  I quickly grabbed the corner of the spread and threw it over me to hide my nude body but also to hide the vibrator that Alex had never used but had left by my side.  And then to my mortification I looked up and recognized both of the firemen.  They had been two of the men that had performed the day before at my mother's house.  Apparently they moonlight as exotic dancers.  And one of them was the man that had stuffed his card into my bra.  He looked around to make sure that no one else was within hearing and he bent down with a soft voice.  "When I said that I wanted to see more of you I did not think it would be this quick.  Too bad there are so many witnesses around.  We could have a lot of fun otherwise."

I really wanted to say more but just then a policeman entered the room.  "Ma-am I need to take your statement about what happened here but I am going to step out of the room long enough for you to get dressed.  When you are ready I will be waiting downstairs."

"Oh, great."  I thought.  "What am I supposed to tell the cops happened here?  Just some kinky Sunday sex gone wrong."   Surely I could not have my own husband arrested for playing a game that I started.  And was there even a law that was broken.  When everyone left the room I got off the bed.  I rubbed my wrist and checked it to make sure that my hand was not turning black.  Within just a few seconds I felt the blood returning and the color of my skin returning to normal.  What would normally be the worst of my worries was over.  But the worst of my worries was waiting for me downstairs.  I grabbed what I felt was the least sexy thing I could find, an old pair of sweat pants and top and then shoved my feet into an old pair of flat-heeled sandals.  I wanted nothing to remind anyone that had been in that room of what they had witnessed.

By the time I found my way to the living room all that was left of the rescue crew were the cop and my favorite fireman.  He was the first to speak.  "Ma-am I need to check your wrist just to make sure that your are all right.  It appeared the rope was pulled pretty tight and I want to make sure no permanent damage was done.  He only examined me for a few seconds before pronouncing me fit to live.  It did seem though that his fingers lingered a little longer than necessary.  And then with a slightly embarrassed look he said goodbye and left me alone with Mr. Policeman.

"Ok ma-am if you would let's start with your name."

"My name is Mary Andrews."  I informed him.  "And there really isn't any reason for you to make a big deal out of this.  My husband was just playing a little game and got carried away.  No harm was done and I do not want to file any charges.  In fact this was really all my fault."

"Look Mrs. Andrews.  I know this may be a little embarrassing but I have to take your full statement.  The neighbor who called this in seemed to think that you were being brutally attacked.  While the firemen assured me that they saw no evidence of that, surely something went on to cause you to scream as loud as you did.  Where is your husband at this time?"

"I am not sure."  I said sheepishly.  "I heard him leave sometime ago."

"And he just left you tied to the bed?"

"That pretty much sums it up," I replied.  "I am sure he will return shortly."

"Do you think that would be before or after you lost the use of your hands?"  He asked sarcastically.  "What kinky games you and your husband decide to play are up to you.  However, I can make a good case for domestic abuse from the fact that you were left helpless without any supervision.  Not only could permanent damage be done to your hands but also if a fire had started you would have died from smoke inhalation before help could have gotten to you."

"I assure you officer, my husband did not mean me any harm.  Can we not just drop the whole thing and pretend it didn't happen?"

"I am afraid not.  I will file my report with the district attorney.  Whether he files charges or not is up to him.  However, you will be getting a bill from the city for the time and expense of sending trucks and paramedics to your house.  It is covered under the stupidity clause of the law."  He then closed his notebook, rose from his seat.  "You have a good day ma-am." He said as he made his way towards the door.

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