Rector's Wife is a Pain Slut

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Rector's Wife is a Slave Slut

Jack Fowler, 55, retired Marine, and known lecher...what's not known is that he has his collection of slave sluts....not something that he will advertise. He works as a senior supervisor at a private billing firm. He prefers single women...but now he has his eyes on a married woman...he wants her badly and decides to take her forcefully, but not rape her. He'll simply start and use such initiative that by the time that she thinks to protest, she'll love it. He picks women that he can sense like domination. It's an instinct for it.

He sees her...Stacey...wants to take her...make her his slave slut. His newest slave slut. But she's married, the brunette vixen with her curly/wavy hair. Luckily, Jack has a trump card.....her husband, who just happens to be an Episcopal vicar....and busy taking the bait, Jack's live-in house slut, Vicky. While Reverend Barry Long is thus distracted, Jack fully intends to dominate and control Stacey, whatever it takes....except that Stacey will still live with her hubby and throw off his suspicions by being hornier than ever in bed.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Things hadn’t turned out quite how Stacy had imagined. She’d thought that being married to the vicar she’d feel loved, appreciated and important.

Well she felt important, but not really loved, well not physically, and as for appreciated?

So she wasn’t exactly happy, and she wasn’t exactly busy, and they have a saying about idle hands …

Stacy found her thoughts wandering in the time that she had to herself, and she took to looking for anything to disrupt the boredom that wouldn’t disgrace her husband. Which was how she came to start looking at things she shouldn’t on the internet. But hey, it was private, wasn’t it? No-one needed to know? It wasn’t for real, just curiosity, and they have a saying about that, too.

http://free.karupsha.com/pictures/new-kha-photo-054/images/thumbs-chantelle/002.jpg

 

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Jack Fowler

Jack happened to be surfing the web that night, mostly RPing, but also cruising for women there, just as elsewhere, though he didn't spend a lot of time on there. He had his work, after all, plus his slave Vicky to keep in line, and she was a handful at times. 24/7 slaves were great, but they were a significant responsibility, as Vicky had proven. She was lovely, but sometimes, Jack just wanted a new thrill, a new chase. When he wanted his adorable house slut, that was Vicky's role, or for some other things, but when he wanted a new slut....he still had to hunt those down.

He was just checking his social media when he saw that Stacey was online. He had lusted for her for a good while from work and he knew that she was a rector's wife. Such a challenge, if he could ever pull it off. He thought about it often, of course. Why wouldn't he? Stacey was such a sexy young woman and he would love to enslave her....make her beg to serve him...make her kneel before him in worship and capture it all on amateur porn. Once he filmed a girl, she would be his in a way that she couldn't take back, even if she left. He would always have the sex tape, after all.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Stacy was alone at home ... again. So having fixed herself a vodka and cranberry, she went online, her social media automatically logging in while she searched the internet of for inspiration.

It was amazing what you got if you typed certain words into the popular search engine and selected images ...

Her eyes goggled at some of the images, but she found herself exploring them further, and becoming quite warm in the process. She started being more specific in her search words, and was rewarded with ever more exciting pictures, the ideas galloping across her mind like untamed horses. She was totally absorbed ...

 

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Jack Fowler

Jack couldn't help himself....he sent an IM straight to Stacey, eager to see her response.

"Hey, Stace....it's me, Jack. How are you tonight?" he asked her to break the ice.

He also sent her an attachment, but he didn't know if she would open it....it was spyware that would tell him everything that she researched online and not even clue her in. It was simply packaged in an innocuous joke e-mail. If he played it right, he would know everything that he wished to know about Stacey...and have real leverage over her.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Suddenly a message popped up; from Jack?

Stacey clicked on it, reading the lame joke, and smiling to herself sent back a quick,
"Not a very good joke, Jack! Can't you do better? Stace," ignoring his question about how she was feeling. She could hardly write 'hot and horny and very kinky' could she?

Having sent the reply, she went back to her searches, trying to find more pictures of young women being stripped humiliatingly by clothed men ...

 

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Jack Fowler

Jack smiled, realizing that Stacey had taken his bait and his spyware was safely installed in her computer now. He would get a very good look at everything that her husband or she researched on the PC. Talk about leverage.....so much that could be done with practically any kind of data that he gathered on her.

Still, to allay her suspicions, he responded with, "Okay. How about a riddle? What can run all night long, but has to shut down in the morning?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Another message from Jack? Really?

Stacey had just found another inspiring image, of a girl fixed to a chair and being stripped naked, probably against her will.

http://www.truthordarepics.com/enf/images/stripped-naked.jpg

Staring at the image for what seemed an age and liking that the girl stil had pubic hair just like her, she imagined herself in that position, and savouring the humiliation and embarassment, she bookmarked it and opened Jacks's new message.

A riddle? Hm .... she typed back 'the moon' knowing it wasn't the answer, hit SEND, and returned to her picture search.

 

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Jack Fowler

Jack now reviewed what he could see from the spyware and was truly fascinated by it. So, she was kinkier than even he realized, was she? Glad to know this. It would be very nice indeed to use, and now he typed back the answer.

"Your dreams."

It would be even more fun when the adware that he included in the attachment for the photos that he sent of his own illustrations....rather fanciful depictions of naked Elves, angels, demons, etc. kicked in...and every ad that she turned off would increase the amount of spyware, adware, and malware on her PC. Pretty soon, he would be privy to every secret she ever had....and he would own the smug little bitch.....she would be his bitch, in fact.

If in the process, he got a little dirt on the minister, so much the better....he could just bet that the man had skeletons in his closet, too...he seemed too mild-mannered, too polite....too mellow....too picture perfect.

Still, the main attraction was Stacey herself. Owning her would be such delicious fun. So fucking much that he could and would do with her.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Another message, she groaned. Really?

Opening Jack's answer to the riddle, she groaned again, then noticed some attachments. Quickly clicking on them in new windows she browsed her way through them, quite liking the mix of fantasy and erotic.

The males were predictably impossibly endowed, and the female characters had perfect breasts, of course, and being naked they were being shown in all their glory. Stacey especially liked the way that the illustrations displayed them, and toyed with the idea of getting some elf ears from a costume shop. How about a full girl-elf costume? She could take selfies of herself slowly stripping out of it until she too was naked ...

A shudder of pleasure and naughtiness ran through her at the thought, and she opened a new search window for 'adult elf costumes'.

She also replied to Jack, "of course ... dreams ... I see yours are of fantasy characters?" SEND

 

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Jack Fowler

Jack chuckled at how Stacey was now clearly enjoying this a bit. Time to take things a little further. He could have so much fun with this one. So saucy.

Stace....if you want to see more, meet me at 2153 East Hanover Avenue, 1945 hours. That's seven forty-five PM for you civilians. Be punctual. Wear that sexy dress you had at the office Christmas party. Don't disappoint me. You could see a lot of things that you might enjoy. Tonight. By the way, I know more about you than you think. By the way, I drew those illustrations myself.

He let that one dangle in the air as an implied threat, counting on a foretaste of the blackmail giving her enough of a push in case she needed one. And he wanted her used to taking orders.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Stacey was a little confused by Jack's reply.

What did he mean? Was he expecting her to turn up just because he wanted her to? And what was this about seeing things she might enjoy? How did he know what she might enjoy? She'd given no indication of what she enjoyed, and if he was referring to his messages she hadn't said how she liked the erotic drawings.

She gave herself time to think, changing her search to sexy adult elf costumes, and bookmarking a couple more exciting pictures, like the girl in public stocks with her breasts exposed
http://www.extremeporn.com/publicdisgrace/dan-dearmond-humiliated/t/02.jpg

and the set of the girl outdoors having her clothes cut away bit by bit
http://cdnp.kink.com/imagedb/10032/i/h/200/6.jpg
http://cdnp.kink.com/imagedb/10032/i/h/200/26.jpg
http://cdnp.kink.com/imagedb/10032/i/h/200/23.jpg

and the one of the girl stripped naked in a public library and having cum dribbled on her face
http://www.oilreg.com/ba/images/images455/stripped-innocent-4b9413e2.jpg

Then she turned back to his message, curious about what he thought she might enjoy, and replied,
The pictures are well drawn, but I don't think my husband would approve of me meeting you, Jack
but not saying she wouldn't.

Getting up, she went to see if her dress was clean enough to wear again, pulling it from her closet and draping it over her front.
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It seemed ok, and made her smile.

Back at her computer she looked up some risque dresses, smiling at the ones she liked.
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Jack Fowler

Your husband may not approve, but that I think will make it even more exciting for you. I think that you'd enjoy doing something behind his back, getting one over on him, don't you? I doubt that he fucks a slut like you as much as you wish in your naughty little mind. I doubt that he is as commanding in bed as you wish. You need a man who can bend you to his will. You need a Master.


Jack smirked as he sent that message with now some depictions that were more graphic....elves in slave collars being dominated and taken by humans and vice versa....one involving a she-elf being gang-banged by several human males while pregnant. One involving several human females taking an elf woman with primitive strap-ons made of wood and leather.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Stacey sat back from her computer, a hand to her mouth as she read Jack's latest message.

Where did he get such ideas? She was shocked at how explicit his words were, but more than a little turned on by the ideas behind the erotic images he sent with it. The idea of pregnancy didn't arouse her at all; that was a different feeling altogether. But the collars, and gang sex, the being humiliated by other women all intrigued her, and she saved those images to he computer in a folder called Inspiration.

But how dare Jack call her a slut!? More to the point, how did he know that her mind was turning that way? Surely it wasn't obvious? Was that what he meant when he said he knew her?

She couldn't reply to such a message, and didn't. And no way would she meet him at ... where was it? 2153 East Hanover Avenue at a quarter to eight. No way! And she wasn't going to wear that dress.

She wasn't replying to his message, but she just happened to type,
which go better with the dress ... black heels or boots?

But of course she wouldn't actually ... SEND ... Oops!

Not Oops! but Fuck! Shit! Damn! She hadn't meant to send it .... had she?

To console herself, she bookmarked another few elf pictures

girl-elf1

girl-elf2

elf drawing 1

elf drawing 2

elf drawing 3

 

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Jack Fowler

Jack chuckled as he realized just how she must have seen all of that, and the fact that the adware, malware, and spyware from the pics had been added showed that she had clicked on each of them in turn. He pictured her touching her clit to each of them and he smiled.

When she replied in that way, he simply answered.

Slut Stacey, yes, that is your new name with me....you're going to wear those fuck me pumps that you wear all the time. And you're going to love wearing them when I spank your sweet ass and plunder you from behind, with your hands bound as they should be. Don't be tardy. Remember, quarter to 8...don't be late. 2153 E. Hanover Street. Be there in that fine dress with those fuck me pumps. Don't disobey me. I reward good, obedient tarts, you know. Disobedient sluts have to take the consequences. By the way, I know a lot more about you than you realize.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Oh FUCK!

It was such a rude, offensive, inappropriate message for him to send her ... and such a turn-on! Stacey had to admit that to herself. She slid a hand inside her sweat pants, pressing firmly against her very hot sex while the other hand caressed her breast through her sweater. Thank goodness he couldn't see her!

But she couldn't help typing a reply, hoping she wouldn't send it to Jack.

your slut stacey will wear the fuck me pumps and the dress you want and not be late ... ready to have her hands bound like an obedient tart...

but knowing she couldn't possibly send that she deleted it with a sigh, instead writing,

do I wait for you outside or go in? SEND

then she typed the address into her search and looked at what it came up with ...

 

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Jack Fowler

Jack really laughed at that one, typing back.....

Knock. The butler will let you in. Don't be alarmed at the butler's appearance.

Jack didn't bother to tell Stacey that Slave Vicky would be the butler, dressed in a tuxedo, no less and eager to earn her reward for this.

Jack knew that Stacey couldn't help it. He had sensed things a long time before, from the one time that he had not-so-accidentally brushed her ass a few times at the last Christmas party and she hadn't exactly protested, either though she had to know...right? He had even slipped his hand up her dress briefly to gauge her reaction and got never slapped for it. Maybe it was because Stacey was drunk at the time...but as the saying went, in vino veritas.

The address, of course, was Jack's slave Vicky's old house. From before she moved in with him. And it was a very nice home indeed. They still rented it out for income, but never sold it because of its potential uses.

And Jack and Vicky were already there, having gone there and used the PC that he kept there instead of his usual one for kicks....even before sending the first message to Stacey.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Knock. The butler will let you in. Don't be alarmed at the butler's appearance.

Was she really going to do it? Stacey knew the answer. The real question was, was she going to pretend to herself that she wasn't going to do it.

Much to her surprise, she now wished she'd sent her original reply to his last message. What had she said? Something like,

your slut stacey will be there in the fuck me pumps and dress you required, not late, ready to have her hands bound like an obedient tart ..

Yes, that was about it. She left it on the screen looking at the words, feeling highly aroused by them. There was no question but that writing those words added to her arousal, and she almost wished Jack was forcing her to say them ... preferably with someone else there to hear her humiliation. Perhaps the Butler?

Getting up she went to the kitchen and poured a big glass of wine and returned to the computer.

She needed to hear more from Jack, but what else could she say?

Parking her not-to-be-sent reply, she instead sent,

why would I be alarmed at the Butler's appearance? Is there something wrong with him? SEND

Then she drank some wine and got up to lay out some nice black lace undies, no bra with that dress, stockings, pumps, and get ready for a shower. She just had time to wash her hair ..

 

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Jack Fowler

Not him....her. The butler is a woman in drag as a man.

Jack's reply was sure to get a response. He didn't bother to add that Vicky, even in her present outfit, had a slave collar around her neck at all times. Yeah, Stacey would have to see that to believe it.

He also sent even steamier images of Elves being taken....this time by Hobbits, Dwarves, horsemen...and even Orcs. He was willing to bet that this would really get Stacey's gears grinding. She seemed the type to get off on humiliating and embarrassing things, which was probably why she hadn't protested when he took so many liberties that night....at least not when hammered.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Once she'd laid out the panties and stockings, and the dress, Stacey returned to the computer hoping for a reply.

Yes!

A woman in drag? What was that about?

Ah, more pictures! She quickly scanned through them, saving them, dwelling on the way the elf girls were ravaged by more than one assailant, and always with others watching as well as taking part. Her hand was rubbing inside her sweat pants
...

she typed,

Woman in drag as a man? Will you make me do that? SEND

Then she took the laptop with her to the bathroom and ran a bath, slowly undressing as she watched the screen for any reply from Jack

 

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Jack Fowler

Time will tell. But for your part tonight, you're a lady....and a slut. And you'll do as you're told. Is that clear?

Jack loved keeping a little mystery about it, of course.

He also didn't mention the spreader bar and the camera, ready to take a lot of pictures of Stacey in compromising positions....she'd never be free of his blackmail if he had his way....and she'd love every degrading second of it.

How is the changing going....and what do you think of the nasty pictures?

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Time will tell. But for your part tonight, you're a lady....and a slut. And you'll do as you're told. Is that clear?
How is the changing going....and what do you think of the nasty pictures?

A reply! She pounced on it immediately.

Mmm ... lady not in drag ... a slut! DO AS YOU'RE TOLD! Oh fuck that was hot!

should she reply to each part of that message, or ignore the slut and obedience parts? And the nasty pictures? She could draft it and edit?

She typed

It will ... ok ... yes ... I will ... it is ... taking a bath before dressing ... mm

Was that explicit enough but still subtle? She didn't want these messages to be used against her .... but ... SEND

Stacey stripped off and climbed into her bath, the laptop facing her on the counter. She used the shower attachment to wash her hair, checking for messages every so often. Thank goodness Jack couldn't see her like this! she thought, not for a moment considering what she might be getting into later.

 

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Jack Fowler

I bet that you're lovely in the bath. One of these days, for aftercare, perhaps I might run one for you myself....

Jack let her think on that one a bit....he smirked. He could only guess the impact that his words might have on this parson's wife. It was clear that he had her pegged right as a repressed slut eager to break free of her morals....and one that craved a man's firm, dominant hand.

Unlike Vicky, he suspected that she needed more pleasure and less pain. Vicky thrived on both...but for Stacey, it seemed to be more about humiliation and embarrassment....being made to do what she really wanted to do all along...free to be a slut. Every sub was a little different. Vicky was pregnant, in fact, though too early to show it....so he had eased up on the punishments....but he knew that she would be twice as desperate when that time came. He also knew that he planned to marry Vicky...but that wouldn't mean that he would let Stacey go. The marriage was more a sign of Vicky's special status as a mother-to-be.

Jack never claimed to be a one-woman man....and if he had his way, Stacey would be the other woman for a very long time. His naughty adulterous slut.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Quickly drying her hands on a towel, Stacey read his next message wondering if he'd comment on her apparent submitting to his orders ... but no, sadly.

Hm ... lovely in the bath? more draggled with wet hair and bubbles! But what was that about aftercare? ... and run her a bath ... or bathe her? What was he suggesting? She was a married woman, with a position in the community!

It didn't strike her as odd that such thoughts should run alongside obeying him, being his slut, his obedient bound tart!

She replied,

As you said, time will tell ... SEND, but she wished she'd asked more about the nasty pictures, or hinted that she liked being called his slut, his tart, liked him demanding her obedience ...

Sighing, she finished rinsing her hair, washed herself and climbed from the tub wrapping towels round her body and hair.

Taking the laptop to the bedroom she sat to dry her hair, then deoderised, applied her make-up and scent, and took off the towel.

And checked for another message?

 

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Jack Fowler

Send me a picture of your lovely curls....I want to see if they're nice and wet.

He chuckled at the double entendre there. It could mean what it seemed to mean, or something else.

He also sent a brief picture of another of his girls....a part-timer, Sharon....not Vicky. This one wore angel wings and he was taking her hard from behind as she wore them....there was another picture of his hot cum on the naked angel's bottom.....on a model that had a very pre-Raphaelite look to her, too. The face was hidden, but nothing else....