Whips and Chains, Training together. (Open. Private mail me to join.)

Here is a story I would like to try. Private message me to join.

A couple who is very interested in BDSM, becomes more and more obsessed with it. They try things at home, do research, do online things, then in a terrifying leap of faith, they actually meet with a Master and Mistress and begin a journey that lets them learn, accept and become, what they really are deep down, and want to be. In the end will they be Masters, subs or perhaps switches? Will their careers and relationship survive?

Just to give you at taste of what I'm talking about, one night I tumbled headfirst into this story one night and it totally mesmerized me.

http://english.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=84817

Character's needed are, the husband, the Master, Mistress, handlers, other's in the scene. There could also be some vanilla characters like, best friends and relatives.

I want to play the wife. It could start off slow with the husband and wife feeling pulled toward rougher things, unsure, struggling to communicate and try darker things, being conflicted.

I will post the first part soon, hopefully some wonderful writers and creative minds will want to join?

Her eyes were blue this particular morning, not that she noticed. Her blue business suit and white pinstriped blouse helped edge her hazel eyes into that ocean deep hue. Elise Walters looked at her husband, her better half, and smiled. To most, her life would seem perfect. She had a love, who supported, respected and yes, even liked her. They had a busy but wonderful life together. The careers they were in, made for a nice challenge and sense of accomplishment for them both. So far they had always managed to at least be tolerant of each other's interests and needs. She drank her orange juice musing over everything. She nearly always thought too much. Elise wondered if he had any deep dark desires or secrets, like she did, and what he would do if she finally told him, hers?

Pouring him more coffee, she picked up the lifestyle section of the paper but really she couldn't concentrate on it. She felt increasingly driven to reveal her hidden desires to him, things she had only recently come to understand and recognize in herself. Indeed she was feeling more and more restricted as she learned through research about the things her mind and body craved.

One thing she wondered was why? She had no answer for that. Her childhood was not perfect, there was drama from time to time with her caregivers but still, nothing she could point to and say, "There! That is why I need the darkness, the power exchange and the punishment."

Yet, she remembered even when playing with Barbie's, she would have Ken tie them up. Sometimes one of them would tie him up too. She loved to use scarves to dress and tie them all. Ken was the only male. As the only male, he had a lot of work to do. Poor thing, he kissed so many and was kissed by so many that his neck broke. His head came tumbling off. Elise never did find any glue strong enough to make his head stay on long after that.

She finished her raisin toast, which was smeared generously with cream cheese and sipped the dark roast coffee. She should be thinking about her day, about work but she just wanted to reach out to her spouse, to tell him her secret desires. He probably had fantasies of Salma Hayek, twins or something. Probably thought she had fantasies of Johnny Depp and rose petals. Not that, Elise couldn’t get into that too but what would he think if he knew she had fantasies about being tied down, spanked and controlled? If she told him she wanted lots of men around her, men she didn't even know or that the men in her fantasies didn't even have a recognizable face. That sometimes there were women in her mind too and then again sometimes she took control. What would he think of her? Would it shatter whatever ideal he held in his mind of her, would he find it disgusting? Or would he find it deliciously exciting, like she did?

The sun reflected off her watch into her eyes. She looked at the time reflexively. She had only twenty more minutes before she really should drive downtown. Her large solitaire threw rainbow sparkles across the room. Again she looked at him, his fine cheekbones, the face she loved, the heart that warmed her, soothed her, his body so strong and gentle with her. Elise wondered if she should tell him ever or continue to be mute about something that seemed to be burgeoning inside her.

She pulled back her long blonde tresses and twisted them into a knot, securing the whole thing with a couple of chopsticks. Artful, quick and effective, yet simple, that was Elise to a "T." Everyone said so. They thought she was sexy, organized and creative but they didn’t know the real Elise. That girl, she was only now beginning to figure out herself.

She stretched her back and long legs. Elise considered just forcing this interest back deep down inside her and locking it away again. It might ruin her marriage if he couldn't understand. The only problem with that idea was, she just didn't know if she could push it away any longer.

Tony Walters

Elise was staring at me more than usual. I wiped my face out of instinct, thinking I might have some jelly in the corner of my mouth. Her face looked as if it was hiding a heaven burden as she pulled the newspaper up to hide her face. I could still hear her deep sighs, which I don't think she even knew she was doing. A part of me wanted to ask her what was wrong, give her a comforting hug, and think of some solution like dinner plans to work out whatever was on her mind. But reality sunk in and I could only think about the envelope and divorce pamphlets in my Jetta's glovebox. I hadn't opened the envelope, mostly because I didn't have time, but also because I was afraid for Elise. I was the only thing in her life that provided stability and if I was gone who knows what might happen to her.

Her perfume flooded the air around her, so much so that I even got a taste of it when she leaned around me to pour more coffee. I sat there with my thumb and forefinger on my chin, my head slightly cocked, waiting for the clock to strike eight so I could rush out the door and to the office. The next few minutes were torture as I finally decided I had to get out of there. I arose from my seat and walked towards her. I leaned around her to retrieve my name tag from the table. She arched her back and slid away towards me as if expecting something. We hadn't kissed goodbye in a long time, not since we were newlyweds. Back then if she had arched towards me, I would've taken her right there on the kitchen table, regardless if there was time or not. But the sting of our last sexual contact still lingered. I vaguely remembered our anniversary where she had forced me to wear a condom, even though she knew we were trying to conceive, and she rushed the sex, leaving no intimacy whatsoever. I had barely pulled out of her before she was flipped over on her stomach tapping away on her laptop. I tried to confront her but she just muttered something about a deadline and pushed me away. Since then I had felt such a lustful rage towards her. I wanted to punish her for choosing work over me. I wanted her to return the favor since I know many times I had brought the office home with me. Once again reality sank in. I knew she wasn't into any of those things, she had nearly freaked out when I slapped her on the ass once during sex. I had thought about straying from her, going to a discrete club across town and having my needs taken care of but I was committed to her. Yet I needed to know what it felt like to be told to bring pleasure to a mistress or to tell a sub to bring pleasure to me. I longed for control, respect, and obedience. But all I had in my marriage was a roommate.

I clipped on my name tag and headed for the door. I opened it and turned back towards her, still holding onto the knob. "Elise, " I began, watching her eyes fill with hope, "this name tag is a little smeared, the o in Tony is smeared and I don't want people calling me "Tiny" at work. So if you have time print me a new one and laminate it." I watched her nod a disappointing "ok" as I shut the door and headed to my car. Her sudden display of emotions, even tiny ones, had left me puzzled, but soon I forgot about her and began rehearsing my presentation in the car, amidst the backdrop of a honking horn symphony.

Elise watched Tony go, wondering when things had taken this turn. He really seemed almost angry at her, he didn't seek out skin contact like he used to and she didn't know why. She took out her day timer writing, make Tony a new name tag and laminate it, on her list of things to do today. It was about number 38 on her list but she didn't want to let him down, he asked so little of her these days.

Sometimes it felt like everything they had was just slipping away. She closed her eyes unable to stand that thought. Maybe part of it was her secrets. If she told him, she wanted him to control her, punish her, and sometimes, let her control him, would that help or destroy what was left? She loved him so much and ached to reconnect.

She took her day timer back out and began writing rapidly, a whole bunch of items being added by her at the spur of the moment. She had a plan. Maybe it would give her the courage to fess up and give them a wonderful new start or he might just throw her out.

Her eyes filled with tears. She carefully wiped them away as they started to fall. It was time to get to work, she had to look composed. If only she could look a mess sometimes, stop thinking and let someone else take over the world. She sighed. Picking up her brief case she stuck her day timer in it, grabbed her keys, the cell, walked out the Lexus and got in. Driving away she began to brain storm about her plan.

That day her mind kept drifting back to her personal life. She took a long lunch hour, bought a few things, then uncharacteristically she left work early and went home to prepare things for Tony.

There were some things to do in the bedroom first. Then her shower, she realized she had put on a little too much scent that day, she loved the smell of flowers like gardenias and magnolias but she didn't like to bring a scent cloud into everyone else's personal space, that was just rude.

She carefully showered and fixed her hair, body and face, trying to look her best of Tony. Her eyes looked green now against the emerald teddy she slipped on. On top of the filmy satin teddy, she put on a simple soft dress. That was also green and some summer sandals that crisscrossed up her legs.

She went to her lap top and looked at some of the ads she had seen on a site there for slaves and masters to meet. She spent a while day dreaming then shut off the computer and closed it.

Elise went to the kitchen and put out a bottle of wine that she knew Tony would like. She checked the time. It was a little too early to open it and let it breathe. Putting on some music she began to dance and put together the ingredients for dinner, chopping things, getting it all ready.

She put out the fine crystal candle sticks and added new candles. She set the table carefully until it looked like art, all gleaming with complementary colors of cobalt and silver.

She dimmed the lights and opened the wine. Then began tossing the salad while the sauce simmered. She hoped Tony would be on time tonight. He usually was. She thought she just might have the courage to tell him a few things that laid heavy on her heart. She fixed herself a drink while she waited. Everything was as ready as it was going to be, she was shaking inside though, maybe one more drink would help calm her nerves she thought.

She carried the drink out to the deck and looked toward the street hoping to see Tony's car, the last rays of the sun warmed her skin but inside she still felt a cold dread. She hoped she was doing the right thing here. It could be disaster or salvation, if only she knew which. Walking back in the house, she checked the stove again and got out the new name tag she had made Tony. Putting it on the table like a place card, she smiled. She loved him so much and never wanted to let him down.

She placed a set of keys under the name tag. A faint line of worry creasing her forehead, now, all she needed was her man to get home.

OOC
Richard Claymore, 42 year old lawyer, and a Dominant.
6 feet 3, greying at the temples, with clear blue eyes, that turned green when sexually excited.

IC
I sat in my car, winding down before I left for the drive home, through the maelstrom that was called traffic in this city. This was a daily event now, sitting here, my eyes closed, picturing her.

I had no idea who she was, or where she worked in the building, all I knew, was that she was a natural submissive. I could tell the moment that I saw her. The business suit, the high heels clicking as she walked across the entrance hall. In fact everything about her demeanour screamed submissive at me.

It had been a while now since I had been involved in any kind of "the lifestyle" activity, since my wife Marcia had died in that terrible auto accident in fact.

But a man has needs, needs not satisfied by books, or porn movies. I needed the feel of a woman, the sense of power, of control over her actions, the touch of my hand on her skin, and hers on mine.

I needed to get to know her, to find out who she was, where she worked, if she was married. I

t was decision time I felt, and I set my plan.

Tomorrow morning, I would come in early, before she arrived, and stand talking to Harry the security man. I knew that she always said hello to Harry, and that was when I would enquire about her.

Throughout the day my head throbbed with a wicked headache. I knew it was caused by stress from the nitpicking of my boss. At least the bulk of the tension was from work, I hardly thought about Elise anymore. I smirked as I thought about filing for divorce just to get some personal days that most likely would vanish during the next big merger.

During my lunchbreak I sat in my car faintly pressing numbers on my cell phone but not dialing. If I called her she would either be surprised and worried or suprised and busy and put me on hold before telling me she was too busy and had to go. I flipped the phone shut and tossed it onto the passenger's seat. I retrieved the divorce papers from the glovebox, briefly glancing at the marriage counselors who advertised on the instruction sheet. A last ditch effort for some people but Elise and I weren't the therapy type. I didn't need to waste one hundred dollars an hour playing the blame game.

I watched young couples walking hand in hand out of the diner, crossing the parking lot and having their lunch at the picnic tables. One young woman took off her shoes and frolicked barefoot in the grass. She motioned for her boyfriend to chase her and soon her and her companion were rolling around in the grass having a tickle fight. Before I knew it they had disappeared into the park to the back of a large SUV. Within minutes the SUV rocked from side to side. I chuckled at their bravery and slunk down in my seat to keep from being noticed. I had the overwhelming urge to force myself into their car and tell them what to do. I didn't want to touch the girl but I did want to hear her passionately moan his name as he roughly made love to her. I shook the fantasy out of my head, not knowing what had came over me. I never was into pain for pleasure but recently I had gotten bored with sex in general and wanted to explore other options. For the most part I wanted to the focus of all action in the bedroom for a change, just so I could know that she was paying attention to me and not her work. I sighed, depressed by their spontaneity and physical desire for each other. Yet I was also inspired, I signed my name on the dotted line of the papers before tearing them into shreds. I was going to give Elise a chance, I owed her that much.

The rest of the work day drug on. I nearly fell asleep at the stockholders meeting as I can only stand to look at so many pie charts and graphs before my eyelids become heavy. Finally the day ended and I found myself in the comfort of my driver's seat. Fighting yawns all the way home I began debating whether I wanted to heat up the leftover spaghetti in the fridge or order takeout. Elise was very good at managing a household, the meals were made, the house was kept clean, and all the errands were taken care of. I offered to help but her managerial instincts had forced her to believe her way was the only way. So for the most part I just ate my dinner in front of the tv and waited for sleep. I was proud of her of course but her job had killed the emotional part of our relationship. I knew from past experience if I brought up anything about my feelings she would throw it back in my face and say she has feelings too before looking at her watch and saying she didn't have time for a fight now. Honestly I had baited her into a couple of fights but I just wanted some contact with her, even if it involved yelling and screaming.

I arrived home to find a bottle of wine sitting on the table. I glanced at the label and assumed from the light on in the bedroom in the bedroom that she was on her way to a party so I put the bottle back down. I noticed some candles and good silverware on the table, as well as the smell of something cooking, but thought nothing of it, since she often hosted parties at our house. I saw my name tag lying on the table and smiled faintly as I slid it into my briefcase.
I tugged at my tie, desperately trying to remove the choke chain that imprisoned me for 10 hours a day. I flung my shirt, khaki pants, and sport jacket over the back of the chair. I stood in front of the open fridge door in only my boxers and a t-shirt. I began pushing juice bottles aside looking for a quick fix for my appetite so I could get some food and get out of her way. I shut the fridge door and turned to see Elise standing before me. In a movement of startled clumsiness I dropped a bottle of mustard, the hard plastic thudded on the floor, wobbled side to side before coming to rest in an upright position.

"Elise," I said staring her up and down, "what's going on? Did I forget we're meeting someone for dinner or something?"

I still found her very attractive physically but a part of me felt wrong about making love to a body that was pretty much empty inside, only filled with ambitions of career advancement. But the way the dress clung to her figure I was definitely attracted to her.

"Um..." I stammered, "suddenly I feel underdressed." She stared at me from across the room as I debated whether or not to approach her. Here it was, a fantasy come true, the fine art of seduction and all I could think about was making a sandwich and watching a ballgame. The tension was finally broken by the dinging of the oven time. "Oh thank God!" I said sighing and sinking into a chair as she walked past me to remove an entree from the stovetop. I could feel myself blushing in shame, knowing that I had potentially ruined the last chance to salvage our marriage. She had taken the first step and everything just like I wanted, as if she had read my mind. I knew this was an all our nothing evening, it would either be one of the best nights of my life or one of the longest.

Elise looks at her husband and just wants to grab him, kiss him, but he seems unhappy with her and she kind of wilts.

She hears the oven timer ding so that gives her something to do. She removes roast from the oven and began to serve up while she fought for composure.

“Tony? I want to have a special night with you, I hope you don’t mind.” She says, surprised that her voice sounded so tentative.

She began to take food to the table. “I made your favorite roast, pasta primavera and got that wine you like, remember the time we visited the winery together?” She says as she moved things over to the table.

Her eyes mists as she feels a sinking sensation. Maybe, she shouldn’t do what she had planned. Her eyes flash to the keys on the table. He had already gotten his nametag but perhaps he hadn’t noticed them. She wonders if she should scoop them up, hide them, no, no more hiding, her world, so carefully constructed was falling apart around her, and she couldn’t seem to fix it anymore. What did she expect when she had never told him what she really wanted.

“Come on? You have to eat right?” She pleads with Tony. “You know what? I really think we should just relax and talk, the two of us, please?” She says, her emotions are on a knife’s edge waiting for his reaction.

"Oh yeah I remember that winery tour. I enjoyed it very much. If Mr. Patterson would ever make up his mind about the Wilmont account maybe I could some vacation days and we could-" I stopped myself there, "you know what? Let's not discuss work tonight, you went to a lot of trouble to make this night special and I really do appreciate it." I said placing my hand gently on top of hers. I quickly removed it, I don't know why, after all I'm her husband so I should be allowed to touch her but it just didn't feel right, at least not yet anyways.

She sat down and soon the clinking of the silverware on our plates was the only sound to be heard. I knew I had to break the ice. I took a large drink of wine and swished it from side to side before gulping it down. In unison we both cried out "Vincent Vineyard!" and burst into laughter, remembering the tour guide from the winery and his odd way of drinking. I noticed a few drops of wine had slid down my chin and onto my shirt. I shrugged it off and surprisingly so did Elise.

As dinner progressed I continued to bring up past vacations and before we knew it our plates were empty, our bellies were full, and we both were flush from laughing so hard. Soon an awkward silence had fallen over us. I cleared my throat and began, "Honey, we've had some good times, right? I know work has been more than a little hectic lately but frankly I'm worried about our marriage. I guess most of our problems are from lack of communication, don't get me wrong, I'm not blaming you or myself, but this great meal and evening out of the blue, you must have somewhat the same feelings, right? Before you answer that let me say that you look absolutely stunning in that dress and I think I'm feeling a sick day coming on." I said as I forced two short fake coughs and small chuckle.

"Sorry I've been rambling on, you said you wanted to talk and I'm full of wine now so now's your chance to confront me about whatever is troubling you." I stiffened in my chair preparing for the worst, the prospect that this might be a goodbye dinner.

Elise couldn’t believe how well dinner was going. Tony bringing up old times, good times, the food and laugher, why it almost felt right again but then an awkward silence falls over them. She can remember when silences weren’t awkward but just felt right and companionable. She shakes her head and closes her eyes for a moment.

“Yes, Tony, I just have been feeling some distance between us. I think I know one reason why. I want you to know, no matter what happens, I love you, I never want to let you down and I hope you feel the same way.” She takes a deep breath and continues.

“Tony lately I’ve come to realize that I want certain things that might not be considered normal, sexually. Those keys on the table, they are to hand cuffs that I bought today. I bought some other stuff too. I don’t really know what you will think about this but I have all these dark desires and I would like to explore them with you, if you can understand that and be okay with that idea.”

She looks down, feeling like she is about to fall apart completely. Her eyes stay on her lap, while she trembles and wonders if she has blown things with Tony once and for all.

I sat in stunned silence at her confession. "Well, I know you very well and I know when you're joking and when you're serious. Now you are serious and what could we do with handcuffs, you in a naughty businesswoman dress, and me in just my underwear?" I said stroking my chin as if pondering.

"To be honest with you, I've wanted to try something like this too but too many distractions. I am willing to do whatever I can to save our marriage. So for tonight all the cell phones, laptops, file folders, and anything else work related are going into a box in the hallway. Since this is your idea you'll have to sort of guide me through it." I said peering into the bag of toys.

"What is this? What are these?" I asked curiously, slightly embarrassed by my lack of knowledge, yet turned on as she described what each item was used for and how she would use it on me or let me use it on her. I swallowed hard trying to choke down a sudden raging passion that had grown inside me for many years and now saw an opportunity for escape.

Elise sits there nearly squirming with embarrassment her heart feels like it is going to break while Tony sit in stunned silence. He begins to speak and she cringes waiting to be derided.

"Well, I know you very well and I know when you're joking and when you're serious. Now you are serious and what could we do with handcuffs, you in a naughty businesswoman dress, and me in just my underwear?" He says sounding playful.

She blinks, once, twice, three times. Does this mean; he might not hate her for the way she is? Does he mean he might be interested?

"To be honest with you, I've wanted to try something like this too but too many distractions. I am willing to do whatever I can to save our marriage. So for tonight all the cell phones, laptops, file folders, and anything else work related are going into a box in the hallway. Since this is your idea you'll have to sort of guide me through it."

Her heart lifted and tore at the same time, to save the marriage? So for him, it was that bad already but he was willing to try at least. She looks at him with tears in her eyes, checks his face just to make sure he was serious despite his teasing tone, at first. What she wouldn’t give for a night away from work, she thinks, both of them work too damn hard.

“Yes of course Tony! We can pretend we are just college students again with naughty tendencies.” She says feeling younger and somehow less secure too than she has in a long time.

She begins to explain the items and how she had read, online, that they might be used. Some things were obvious like the cuffs, blindfolds, paddles and dildos. Some were more mysterious like clamps, chains, rings, and little cage like items. She started to feel excited and her face kept flaming as she told him about all these things.

“Tony, we can try anything you like, go as slow or as fast as you want, I want to just explore with you. I would like you to eventually, consider, um, spanking me though, sometime, if you don’t mind.”

She looks away again. Oh boy, now what would he think? She is so tired of thinking, of being in control all the time, maybe he is too and they could find some new serenity together. What a way to go about it, maybe she is nuts, her impulses take over and she stands up, dropping her dress to the floor and showing him the emerald teddy underneath. Walking over to him she sits down on his lap and kisses him hard. “So would you like to punish me or be punished?” She whispers, and then kisses him again.

I looked in amazement at all the toys she had bought. "D-d-dildos?" I said stuttering like a scooby doo character. I put my feet together and clenched my butt cheeks together tightly. She giggled which was exactly the reaction I had hoped for. She seemed to be struggling to fight back the tears, which I hoped was an expression of excitement, not remorse.

I wasn't sure I had heard correctly but she was asking for a spanking. The thought thrilled me but I didn't want to jump right into that. "Elise, or should I call you mistress?" I asked "Frankly I'm tired of always making the first move, missionary style sex, watching the evening news and falling asleep. I'm the man and I'm suppose to give pleasure, but I've failed miserable, therefore you should punish me because I've been a bad widdle boy." I said sticking out my bottom lip in a pouting fashion. A wave of youthful exhuberance was sweeping over me. For the first time in years I was feeling like someone other than the 60 hour a week executive I had unconsciously became in the past few years.

I felt a stirring in my loins as she sat on my lap and kissed me. The deeper and longer the kisses went, the further I pushed her teddy up her thigh. I slid her off of me and gave her a soft smack on the ass. I growled in a playful pur before lying down on the bed. "I'm all yours, your wish is my command."

Instinctively I retrieved a condom from the nightstand but before I could begin to pull open the wrapper she knocked it out of my hand with a whip. I shook my hand and blew on it trying to take some of the sting out of it. I swallowed hard and laid on my back realizing she was very serious.

Elise smiles and slithers up Tony, trailing the whip up his body as she does. Her body is on top of him, she kisses Tony again, slowly sensually and deeply. She takes one of his hands, the one she whipped and kisses it as if to fixing the boo boo. With her right hand; she laces her fingers between his right hand’s fingers. Her body rests on top of him now, and holds him down. Suddenly, she moves both of his hands together in her left hand and above their heads. Snap! One of his wrists is now encircled with a fur lined metal cuff. Snap! Now the other is.

“You realize you left the keys on the table right?” She says. “I wonder if you will be wishing you had those keys in a bit, love? They were my little offering to you. You know? Now look at what we’ve gone and done.”

She kisses his neck and pinches a nipple. Then starts stripping his remaining clothes off of him. She moves off of him. Taking some soft ropes out, she ties his ankles until he is naked and spread eagled on the bed. Elise stops and looks at him. “What does punishment mean to you? Since you’ve been so bad?” She asks raising her brows.

She smiles at him and begins picking up her laptop, cell phone, brief case, files, and his work stuff too. She will not let work interfere with tonight. Tony said all that should be put in a box in the hall way and that is just what she is going to do with it, exactly what he said.

She lights some candles around the room, when she comes back. Secretly she has retrieved the handcuff keys too.

“Tony, I’m not sure how good I’m going to be at this controlling and punishing stuff. I think I can do it but, a greater part of me wishes to be treated that way, so, I’ll do my best for you, then maybe you take a turn for me you know?” She says sitting on the bed and stroking his skin, just enjoying the heat and feel of it.

“So no, I don’t want to be called Mistress. I haven’t trained to be one. I haven’t learned what to do. There are places you can go to learn. People who really know how to take control, and teach you about yourself, your desires, I see this as a journey that we might take together if you wish. I will tell you this, I have fantasies of being degraded and even hurt and they excite me. I don’t have fantasies of doing that to others. Only have dreams of tying them up and taking a little control. I hope this will be enough for you tonight. We can always seek others to help give us, teach us, if it’s not. In fact, I think that might be a good idea, to do that.”

Elise slides the whip along his skin like a snake. “From what I understand a whip takes training to use properly. I shouldn’t have done that before, I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly.”

"Now if I'm going too fast for you tonight, tell me. Otherwise I'm about to go to town on you." She says with a look in his eyes and it’s a wicked look at that.

Elise laughs and it’s a low-throated thing. She starts pinching his other nipple now.

"I'm going to suck you dry. You know that don't you?" She says in a very low voice.

She sucks at his nipples then, first one and then the other into hard peaks. She slides down now, licking his flesh as she goes, leaving a wet trail down the center of him.

She takes his cock and presses it between her breasts and fucks her breasts with it a while licking the head of it as it strokes between and out the top of her tits.

Elise stops and moves on his body again, rather like a snake, she sucks on the flesh around Tony’s waist and belly, sticks her tongue into his belly button and then moves down further.

"Oh no my pretty, you can't get free. This is all mine!" She says sweetly when she feels him struggle a bit against his bonds.

She licks inside his thighs and at his balls. “Oh dear did I miss something?” She asks playfully when his hips jut up and his now hard, cock bounces.

She finishes with a very through licking of his balls and inner thighs and then moves back up to his cock. Licking it lightly all up and down it. Elise may have forgotten all about punishing him. It’s just been so long. She gets quite focused on this one thing, eager to take him into her mouth.

She starts in earnest sucking in the head of his penis, and just really licking all around it good. Holding the base of the head so tightly with her lips. Elise’s mouth is so hot and she takes her mouth off of Tony for a moment and just blows air there. Then she is right back on him sucking and licking, she goes.

Elise begins to move around with his cock still in her mouth until she straddles him facing his feet and cock. She unsnaps the crotch of the Teddy so he can see her ass and cunt but can’t taste or touch them.

Going back to the head of his cock again she licks his tiny hole open. A drop or two of pre come appears so she licks and swallows them. “Umm.” She says.

Elise suddenly drives her head down his cock further. She begins to thrust her face on him and her mouth is so hot and so wet around Tony. Going down his entire shaft as her tongue works on him, she giggles. Her ass is bobbing up in the air there in front of Tony, only not very close, not nearly close enough.

It’s wide open, wet, hot, and now dripping, he can smell her arousal. Tony can see it but he can't touch it, no, and still, all he can do is take it. Her mouth and throat move on him, sucking his cock, giving him a warm tongue bath. Elise groans. She loves it so. She has to have it.

More pre come drops dribble out lazily. She sucks them up like they are manna from heaven and keeps fucking her face with Tony’s cock. Her ass moves faster in front of his eyes as she picks up the pace a bit and yes, it’s getting wetter.

She grabs his balls in one hand and holds them tight. Her throat hits, after a while, against the end of Tony’s cock. It seems like his cock wants to pierce and break through the back of her throat. Elise might be enjoying this a bit more too as she impales that little part of her throat against his cock over and over. She chokes a little before regaining her pace and she hums a bit. This sends vibrations straight up the core of his form. She sucks on him, one hand still down on his balls cupping them firmly.

Her head dives on Tony over and over consuming his cock with her wet flesh, wanting him so much. Her ass continues to wave around in front of his face. She can feel him tensing up, now, hear his moans, she is hungry for his release, lost in just this. Not thinking, about anything, there is no work in her world now, just this act of carnal delight filling her and taking her over.

As the handcuffs clasped shut I knew I was at a place of no return. I felt a little helpless being chained there but at the same time I didn't want to ruin the moment by blabbering my nervous anxiety about the situation. I lied there thinking that I couldn't believe this was actually going to help our marriage. But as this point I figured it couldn't hurt.

I lie there naked her hovering over me, a look of intense desire in her eyes like nothing I had ever saw before from her. Her lips had left a trail of moisture over almost every inch of my body. I had seen her naked hundreds of times but when her teddy slid down to expose her breasts they looked more beautiful than I remembered them. As my cock slid between her soft fleshy mounds I could see her nipples swell into erection. I grinned slighty, doing my best to hide it, but it had been a very long time since I had witnessed her body achieve physical arousal.

When her soft pouty lips closed around my cock I felt a sensation of extreme warmth flooding my loins. It'd been so very long since we had engaged in oral sex and I desperately struggled in vain to return the favor. But my struggling to reach her gorgeous pussy only forced my buttocks to clench and my hips to raise, forcing my member down her throat even more. A squeal of pleasure escaped her full mouth as she lowered slightly closer to my face. I watched droplets of her moist juices dribble out of her fleshy hole and down her inner thigh. I stuck my tongue out whimpering as cruel gravity forced the juices to slide away from me.

She began humming our song, flooding my memory with images of us dancing at our wedding. I shut my eyes for a brief moment of nostalgia before realizing that my body was in a battle with my mind for control. I girtted my teeth, fighting off the impending orgasm. I tried to reach up and tap her on the ass, our signal that I was about to cum, but I forgot that I was chained. The cuffs chains jingled as I wriggled more only further enhancing the friction in her throat. "Elise," I said in struggling gasp, "it...it won't be long." I could feel my body slipping further away into the limbo between pre cum and explosive orgasm.

"I can't take it anymore! Please, please turn around and let me see your face when I explode. I know you're in charge of this punishment, but I need to see it...please" my tone was one of whimpering combined with hurried begging. She stopped as if pondering my request before cupping my balls and diving back down my length. I realized I was fighting a losing battle as I exhaled deeply. The roof of her mouth banged against my cock head as bursts of my semen coated her mouth. The ejaculation was more than she could handle and some drops flowed out of her mouth and down my shaft. She angled her head to keep my cock in her mouth, pressed firmly against her cheek, stretching it to the limits, as her tongue licked the length of my cock making sure not to miss a drop. After one last furious explosion my cock began to soften against her wishes. The cum coated ridges of her tonge would flick against my cock head anytime it began to droop causing blood to rush to head producing a throb. This process repeated itself before I found myself begging for the pleasure filled tortment to end.

Elise loves the taste of his cock and come. Despite his plea, she just can’t stop, not now and anyway, this isn’t about doing things his way exactly, no, all the rules are out the window on this one.

She hears him straining against the cuffs and feels him struggle and she loves it. Something deep inside her grows so hot at that. She feels him tense and grow slightly bigger and then began to offer up his seed to her in long spurts. He comes so much too! She can’t quite swallow it all. She sucks as much of the good stuff down her throat as she can, even as she continues pushing her face on him. The smell, taste and sensations are getting her going faster even, her tongue and throat continue to work on Tony milking him. Her ass is still going up and down in front of him, open, wet, and ready clearly, for anything.

She sucks him down, all of Tony’s juice that she can. It’s like nectar to her and as if she is a fragile hummingbird relying on his very essence to keep her alive. She has wanted this and now she has it. Her mind sings. It's mine all mine! Even after he begs her to stop, she takes her time licking and sucking it all clean. His cock, his balls and that little seam between his balls she cleans them all.

She just keeps sucking on him and licking him like she'll never quit. Finally she stops. She comes up off of him wiping around her face with a huge grin. Elise turns slowly to face Tony. “So, did I do okay?” She asks.

She throws the whip on the floor. She crawls back up the bed. Elise suddenly feels nervous and unsure. Maybe she went too far. Maybe he hates her now. Slowly she reaches above him and unhooks the cuffs.

Her blood is pounding in her ears and her body is throbbing for attention but maybe she blew it. She looks down, scared now sitting on her haunches, looking at her hands. Oh man. Maybe she did the wrong thing? She thinks.

I rubbed my wrists as she unhooked the cuffs. I rubbed the irritation away as I noticed her big blue eyes gazing up, desperate for approval. "Elise, that was amazing. Now it's your turn, the same rules apply, if I go too far or hurt you too much let me know." With that I rose from the bed, trying to ignore my semi-erect cock. I untied the rope from my ankles and with a swift yet strong shove, pushed her face down onto the bed.

I reached out and rubbed her moist opening, she wiggled her ass from side to side and started to reach back to help me. "Uh oh, no you don't" I said clicking the handcuff on her right wrist, then on her left, forcing her hands behind her back like a prisoner. I pulled her to her knees so the slack would tighten in the cuffs. I caressed her labia, gasping in amazement at the large amount of her juice that was flowing out. I spread the moisture from my fingertips onto my palm and gave her a soft smack on the ass. She oohed a moan of approval. I raised my hand above my head and brought it down at full force. Her body lept foreward as I watched her flesh pinken in front of me. I alternated cheeks and finally smacked them both together. Soon the outline of my hands was evident on her ass. I placed my hands in the outlines and began squeezing and rubbing her tight soft flesh.

I realized it had been quiet for too long. "You like this don't you Eli...bitch?" I asked in a monotone. I wasn't sure how she would take to the namecalling. Before she could answer I said "You said you have fantasies about being degraded, you don't have to guide me through it all since that might kill the mood, but at least give me a hint of what you want next. Point me to a toy or general idea of what you want and I bet I can surprise you. Keep in mind we're only getting started, there's a lot of neglect to make up for and we both deserve to be punished for it." I began rubbing a dildo around the entrance of her pussy to pump out more moisture.

She lifts her face toward him a smile breaking on her face and filling her eyes when he tells her it was amazing. Okay. Things were not messed up, thank god! He unties himself tells her it is her turn. Her body feels supercharged at the evening so far and now it’s her turn? She can’t wait.

“If I go too far or hurt you too much, let me know.” He says and she nods her agreement but deep down she is not sure she can do that. She isn’t sure she has any limits or would want him to stop, ever. Her body is on overload and so wet. She hears her blood pounding in her ears again. What will he do? She wonders. Then he pushes her face down on the bed. Her mind starts to rebel, while her cleft becomes moister still. She quells that impulse and tries to let go, give in. Without thinking she reaches back to help him.

"Uh oh, no you don't” He says and cuffs her hands behind her back. She loves his fingers in her cunt and begins to moan so incredibly wet and worked up yet he has just started, “her turn.” He smacks her ass and she bucks. It was just a soft, wet, slap but even so it feels so good to her. She wants more, much more and her body craves it too.

He continues to spank her harder now and she makes noises squirming, getting yet more excited beneath his touch. She feels her ass getting hot from his attentions and he stops spanking her, begins squeezing and rubbing her ass. Her mind has slipped a few gears now and the relief floods her entire being when he pulls her back with a question. Damn. Have to think again. She pulls her brain back, sifts it, tries to find answers.

"You like this don't you Eli...bitch? You said you have fantasies about being degraded; you don't have to guide me through it all since that might kill the mood, but at least give me a hint of what you want next. Point me to a toy or general idea of what you want and I bet I can surprise you. Keep in mind we're only getting started, there's a lot of neglect to make up for and we both deserve to be punished for it." She smiles his words warming her soul. Maybe this will really work out she thinks. She collects her thoughts and tells him the truth.

“Tony. It’s like you read my mind. I’ve wanted to be spanked and controlled. Fantasized about it so for long but honestly, I didn’t know how it would actually feel. It feels great, nearly perfect, but I want you to fuck me too. I want to feel your cock inside me. I need that too. And Tony, you can call me anything it’s okay. I know you’ve been angry lately with me. Just use that, let it out, use me, however you want only, please do fuck me.” She finishes in a breathy little voice, very unlike the business tones he is used to. She feels the dildo and wiggles to get more of it, of anything inside her, only she really wants him more, his cock.

Her words were slightly muffled by the her rapid breathing and the pillow in front of her face, but I got the jist of what she was saying. I parted her labia by using a dildo on each side to open her up. I slid my engorged cock into her, hovering at the entrance, my mind flooding with the memories of unsheathed sex with her. It had been so long since I had felt my flesh on her flesh with no barriers.

I tried sliding a dildo inside her with my cock but her flesh wouldn't allow it. Instead I began probing her pussylips with the dildos, using them to counteract my thrusts. I pulled her closer to me, my hands on her hips guiding me deeper inside of her. Her moans had turned from whimpers of pleasure back to the normal throaty moans. Obviously she needed more than just my cock inside of her. I searched the room for other objects to use on her. I saw the whip coiled like a snake on the floor. Her pussy clamped down as I tried to pull out, it obviously didn't want me to go. "Elise, have you been doing pussy exercises or something? It's never done this before." I said with a tone of pleased amazement. Finally I forced myself out of her to get the whip. As I got back onto the bed I stared at her in the odd position. I removed her teddy completely as I inserted the whip handle into her ass. She always was touchy about her ass, we had tried anal sex once, briefly. I forced the handle deeper into her ass as I wiggled the whip, softly lashing her on the back and asscheeks. I entered her pussy once again but realized I couldn't do both. I removed the whipped and placed it in her chained hands. "Whip yourself and tell me what a dirty girl you are." I commanded.

I wondered how I could humilate her more. Vocal humiliation to me meant abusing her verbally so I began telling her "Your pussy feels so good Elise, in fact if your pussy wasn't so tight I probably never would've married you. Let's face it you're an unpleasant bitch, you can't cook, and you really offer nothing in terms of being a wife other than sex. You're practically a useless whore." I said through gritted teeth. I grabbed the whip from her hands and cracked it across her ass. I watched a welt bubble and a drop of blood slide out of the scratch formed by the lash. "Whoa...too far, sorry honey" I said apologizing, secretly hoping she wouldn't tell me to stop.

Else feels her husband probing her folds with two dildos and clenches up. No he wouldn’t! Would he? Not two! That was crazy. She was far too small for two.

Relief rushes through her when she feels his cock slide in her entrance. He feels so good. All those damned condoms! They just don’t feel the same as this. She thinks. She loves his skin, the hardness encased in flesh so soft it’s meant to be cherished, sucked and worshiped.

Her pussy is so wet and burning up with a fever he has helped stir in her this night. It threatens to set a conflagration so fierce that can’t be contained ever again. She is frightened by that thought. Damn brain! She thinks. Now just stop, relax, enjoy and don’t think Elise! You are not in charge here, anymore remember that okay? You’ve given that up; now bask in this moment, these sensations. A dark sexy voice inside her whispers and she tries.

She feels the dildo, and tenses again; oh he wasn’t going to was he? He tries though. Yes he tries to slide it in there with him. She is too tight for that. Too inexperienced also but the thought of two cocks real or not, was intoxicating and scary, a perfect combination to her. Tony is really surprising her tonight and she feels on edge again.

She has been so close a few times already tonight and all that pressure is building up in her unbearably. She can’t wait to come. She is going to soon. She just knows it. If not, she feels she will just implode from this passion banked up and unresolved. Stop! She tells herself. Don’t think about having an orgasm! Just think about how everything feels. If you must think, concentrate on that alone.

Tony keeps probing her with dildos while he fucks her and it is a strange sensation it keeps her off balance not knowing what to expect. The idea of three cocks in her one small slit was really beyond the pale. Exciting to imagine but impossible, she thinks. Then he stops and tries to pull out of her. That was not acceptable to her mind or body. Her cunt slams down, trying to lock his cock in but he still left her. She whimpers as he forces himself out. Now this is her punishment she thinks.

He asks her if she has been doing exercises or what? She giggles at that. What should she say? Yes? All the time, I think of you and of this sort of thing, of sex and degradation. I can be anywhere, it can be anytime and then I squeeze down hard inside my cunt wishing? No. She can’t say that. He doesn’t push the issue. He takes off her teddy and pushes the whip handle into her ass. She bites down on the pillow and screams. Grabbing the bed sheets in fists. He is splitting her ass open. That’s how it feels. Breaking her ass, cracking it wide open like a walnut with no ceremony or lube. Oh, this is the real punishment being fucked in the ass. Tony must really be mad at me. She thinks.

He knows she doesn’t really like it. Before when they have tried it with just using her juices for lube, it has really hurt her. That is with his cock but the whip handle wasn’t as flexible, and it hurt even worse. She doesn’t mind the soft lashes but that damned whip handle is killing her or at least if feels that way.

Tony enters her pussy again and Elise thinks, okay, maybe I can handle the whip there if he just leaves it alone and fucks me. Please baby; just fuck me, she thinks. He takes the handle out. It hurts leaving too not quite as much and she misses the full feeling but she is glad he has stopped hurting her with it.

Handing her the whip fresh from her abused ass he tells her to whip herself and tell him what a dirty girl she is. Crap. Her mind has to work this out now. First how to whip herself without hitting him and then how to say nasty things about herself and out loud! She whips weakly, trying to be careful.

“I’m a dirty girl.” She says wracking her brain for more. This is hard work she thinks. “I’m a filthy slut.” She says remembering something she read on the Internet somewhere.

She tenses up at his next words. Oh my god! He thinks I’m an unpleasant bitch? I damn well can cook, what the…nothing else to offer as a wife? He really is mad at her. He really is on his way out the door of their marriage, she had no idea he felt that way. She thought he loved her, respected her, and supported her. Maybe he should leave her if he really feels this way.

He grabs the whip from her while she tries to figure out if she is mad, devastated or what. Her emotions are suspended and still, then frozen in the crack of the whip and the pain exploding on her flesh. She feels her flesh split open and wetness there. The whip has proven to be a very bad purchase for beginners she thinks. This is a bad outcome. Fuck that though, there are more important things to find out about now.

“Tony?” She says, “Is that how you really feel about me?” Her voice was tiny and she was trying very carefully to hold back the maelstrom of emotions now. Handcuffed or not she just might lose it.

I feared I had gone too far. I didn't know what to say while spanking my wife even though I had fantasies about spanking and degradation they usually involved a nameless supermodel who I would never have to speak to again. Experimenting with my wife was a lot of pressure and although I wanted to please her I didn't want to hurt her so much that something would linger long after our sexual escapade was over. I started force my way back inside her but her body tightened in refusal.

I wiped the sweat from my brow as I spoke "Sorry Elise, I really am, I guess I just had too much frustration from work built up..." I paused "I just said work didn't I? I broke rule number one, I'm not very good at this." I said sighing and leaning back against the foot of the bed. "Of course I don't think you're a useless slut, I was just trying to get uh...get into the moment. You seem to know more about all this bondage stuff than me. Don't take that as an accusation though, because I'm willing to learn whatever you want to teach me. Perhaps it would be best if I kept my mouth shut for the rest of the evening." I felt like I was begging but I knew had hurt her emotionally as well as physically.

"But honestly I don't hate you, you are a goddess in my mind." I said bowing before her feet. I hoped my attempt at submissiveness would smooth things over, even though I felt I had left her unsatisfied. I waited a few moments in silence before returning to an upright position.

My erection started to fade as I watched the hurt well up in her eyes. I assumed my apology wasn't good enough and that maybe we should just call it a night. I unlocked the handcuffs and pushed myself off of the bed. "Don't worry, the cut has stopped bleeding, I'll get the peroxide and antibiotic cream just to be safe." I turned to walk to the bathroom soaking in everything about this moment, knowing this could be one of the last nights of my marriage.

I returned from the bathroom and offered her a box of tissues. She was stubborn and refused to cry in front of me most of the time but I had a feeling this would be an exception. I sat on the edge of the bed with my back to her, slowly stroking my cock to keep it from retreating into full softness. I couldn't shake the feeling that this might be the only action I get for the rest of the night.

“Tony. This is serious to me.” Elise says “Her voice trembling with emotion. “It’s something we need to be very clear about. If you feel that way at all, you need to tell me. If you don’t that’s okay too but, we can’t go on this way if you do and if you do, we shouldn’t go on, I don’t want to make you miserable, I love you.” She says through sobs, hating herself. So much for being sexy, she thinks. Unless he is into that crying fetish She’s read about. I’ve blown it she thinks inconsolably to herself.

“Listen, this is all my fault. I wasn’t clear about things. I have done some research but I’ve never done anything of course, without you. I never would do that without a mutual agreement between us. You know that right? I bought the wrong toys and couldn’t say things that I should have to guide you. I just messed up.” She sobs out. Her chest heaving now and face red and tear streaked.

“Honestly Tony, I love you but I release you now. If you’re miserable, don’t love me and hate me, you should find someone who will be able to make you happy as I apparently can’t.

She pushes those words, the hardest words she’s ever had to say out around the huge painful lump in her throat.

I rubbed the antibiotic cream in her circles until it shone upon her skin. I tried to not think of how much it looked like lubricant jelly and focus on the problem at hand. I slid towards her putting my arm around her and letting her cry on my shoulder. It had been years since I had consoled her this way. "Hey, I think we let things get out of hand. I enjoyed myself and I'm sure you did too until I blew it. But look no one knows about this and no one will need to know. Our marriage has become strained because of our careers but we're making an effort to fix it. I'm not giving up on you and not giving up on us either." I said reassuringly.

"It's not your fault, it's not my fault either. I know you've been faithful so have I. I've hand fantasies of course but those fantasies are useless to me because I can't fall asleep holding the girls in my fantasies. Perhaps the best thing we should do is research this a little more. However if you're still in the mood, I think I definitely deserve a punishment. Whatever you want to do to me I will take it and love it." I said defiantly, challenging her to transfer her pain to me.

When Tony slides towards her and comforts her, she breaks down even more and clings to him like a small child would a trusted parent. Kindness from him, from anyone is so hard for her to take. She is the strong one. Nearly always people expect her to be in charge and she hates being weak, wussing out.

He speaks and his words reassure her except where he blames himself. Even though she agrees a little bit with his self accessment, her love for him won't let that slide by. She has to stop him from thinking that way if she can, take the blame on herself. She even has a mug at work that says, "I'm a responsible person, when things go wrong, I'm responsible." She lives by that.

"No, you didn't mess it up, I did. It's not you. It's fine now." She says still clinging to him.

"Do you want me to give up my job?" She says suddenly her heart thudding in her chest. She had worked hard to get where she was, could she give it up. "Our lifestyle would have to change if I did." She thinks out loud.

"Tony, I give you my consent to research and explore your sexual needs anyway, anytime with anyone you wish. All I ask is that you share what you learn with me later. I'm dead serious." She says sitting up and drying her eyes.

"I'm sure I look awful now." She says. Going and washing her sticky face.

She comes back and says. "Listen, I'm sorry but I'm just not feeling very dominant right now. In fact, I have the feeling you may not be very dominant either, but what do I know? Maybe we should find someone to teach us so we don't hurt each other, so we can find out what we are? I've seen ads for people online and in the personals. I honestly have zero desire to hurt anyone or degrade them. Tie them down, pleasure them, yes, that I like but the other I want for me. When I say hurt I mean in the context of pleasure. When I'm turned on, when you spank me it doesn't really hurt, it just feels good. Other things, can't really hurt and stop all that but, oh I'm just babbling. What do you think?"

She starts picking up toys and straightening the room. What does she usually do when she gets upset? Clean, straighten and fix things, that's what and if she's really mad? She doesn't talk at all. If she if furious? She just leaves for a while.

"Well? What do you think?" She asks again, putting the room in order nervously.

"I'm not going to explore without you. My needs are satisfied completely by you. I think our normal sex life is what they refer to as "vanilla" but it's fine with me. Although in the brief encounter we had tonight I could definitely see this helping our sex life and not hurting it. It'll just take time. After all remember the first time we had oral sex? You nearly gagged and thought you were going to vomit but you didn't and soon it became a large part of our sex lives." I said tapping my fingers on the pillow resting on my lap.

"I don't want you to quit your job, I'm proud of you and what kind of husband would I be if I forced you to throw away all of your hard work?" She seemed to be listening but barely. Her mind was more focused on the nervous energy as she arranged the sex toys in order first by size, then by color, and back to size again.

I had seen enough as I forcefully grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the bed. Our naked bodies stood side by side, all our vulnerabilities exposed as I made her face me so I could look her in the eye with sincerity. "Listen, I agree with you, we need someone to teach us. I'm all for renting a video or researching the bdsm lifestyle on the internet. I'm a little hesitant about bringing a third or fourth person into our bedroom. Do you think it would hurt our relationship? You seem to have some sort of fantasy about seeing me with another woman since you think I'm unhappy with you."

He grabs her and she likes it. She warms to him again. It shows he cares enough to take control and she is pleased but flustered.

“Um, what? No! I don’t have a fantasy about seeing you with another woman!”
Elise takes a deep breath.

“Okay, the thing is, the way people really learn about this stuff sometimes, is from experts. They have to put themselves into a vulnerable position and be servile. Then they learn bit by bit. Sometimes when they are done, and it could take a long time, they become Masters or Mistresses themselves. Sometimes, they stay subservient because that is where their heart is. At least that is what I think best as I can tell.”

She shrugs and continues, “I really think we will need to be with other people that way to learn well, but we can try books, the internet and video’s first if you want to. I don’t much care for porn, as you know. I like, sensuality, sensation, feeling things, not watching.”

She rushes on. “I’ve never told you this before but I don’t think being faithful to each other sexually is really important. I’ve done it because I figured it was important to you. I think it’s ridiculous really, we are made, men in particular, to try different sexual partners. I’d be okay with it; I don’t base my emotional security on sexual fidelity so from my point of view it would work. What I don’t know is yours. I would expect the same freedom though and if we had an agreement, I wouldn’t consider it cheating at all.”

She blushes hard. “Listen I fantasize about sex with multiple people all the time. Men, women, six or more folks and they are no one I know let me say that up front, in fact they are faceless. I don’t know that I’ll ever be ready to explore most of my fantasies in real life though. Some things well they are to be dreamt and never done. You know?”