The Housewife - Owned
Disclaimer: This story is the continuation of a story that contained elements that were less than completely consensual (blackmail). Many things happen in stories, movies, and TV that we all know are wrong but are needed to keep things entertaining, develop the characters, and let us explore things in the safety of our imaginations that we can't safely explore in real life. This is not an endorsement of said activities. If anyone ever tries to blackmail you, call the police.
Also, thanks to anyone to takes the time to read this monstrosity of a story. I know the length makes for awkward reading on this site. I also realize it could use another draft or two. If I ever throw all the parts together I'll show it some love. In any case, I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1
Madison's eyes lingered on the picture of her - naked, bent over, trapped in what she now knew was called a pillory. The older man had his cock deep inside her. Off to the side were Randy and Tessa, the couple who owned the establishment where the picture was taken.
The thing that her eyes kept returning to over and over was none of those things. No, that would be the look on her face. Her neck was raised so that she was looking straight at the camera, her face a mask of pure ecstasy.
There was no shame to be seen there. There was no fear. There was a strange twinkle in her eye, a look that she just couldn't find words for. She looked like someone else entirely. Someone more attractive, more interesting, filled with carnal desire.
She had been so lost in the moment, she hadn't even realized it had been taken. Yet clearly Naomi had captured the moment perfectly. She had an amazing knack for reading people's emotions and giving them exactly what they needed. It didn't surprise the young woman she was in the right place at the right time.
Damnit, what was that look on her face? And why was she so drawn to it? Was it pride? She couldn't put her finger on why, but she looked amazing. Naomi had managed to make her look more sexual than she had ever looked in her life, more than she knew she was capable of. She couldn't blame the man for wanting the person in that picture. That wasn't a feeling she was used to.
There was no time to figure it out now. She quickly flipped through the rest of the pictures, trying not to get lost in thought again. She needed to get through her daily ritual before her husband got home. It was going to be a busy evening. If she didn't get it done now, there probably wouldn't be another chance.
Her task finished, she put the pictures back in the envelope and returned them to their hiding spot. She then headed downstairs and started dinner. Her husband arrived just as she set it on the table.
She knew she needed to eat quickly. She rushed through her meal, trying to get some calories before she had to rush off. She hadn't gotten a chance to eat lunch. Luckily she was growing used to that and had managed a snack in between her morning meetings. She had planned for another snack that afternoon but hadn't found the time.
She didn't serve her Master every day at lunch. Sometimes work intruded and she couldn't get away. Some days he was busy, some he knew he would see her later that evening, some she supposed that he was just giving her a break, probably at Namoi's behest.
She would guess she spent about half of her lunch breaks serving the man. Those tended to go in spurts, however, so she might have to rush over there several days in a row, then not need to for several more. Often her appointments with him were last minute. She suspected that the man enjoyed making it difficult for her to plan her days.
Today had been one of those last-minute days. Her Wednesdays were always busy, and this had been no exception. He had already called for her on Monday and Tuesday. Monday had been a quick fuck, which thankfully had given her time to pick up food on the way back. Tuesday he had taken his time restraining her, teasing her. He had taken so long before finally spanking her ass that she had been late returning and had to work late to make up for it.
She had thought that perhaps today would be one of her days off, but it wasn't meant to be. She got a text right before her lunch break. "I need you", was all it said, but that was enough.
She pulled into his garage and stripped naked, as was her ritual. She then knocked on the door -- wondering what he had in store for her. As it turned out, all he wanted her to do was clean all the sinks and tubs in the house while he ate lunch and read the newspaper.
She was fairly certain he had called her over so that she would remember who she belonged to. He seemed to think inconveniencing her was a good way to drive that point home, and she couldn't say he was wrong.
At least she had made it back on time. She wondered what her coworkers thought of her suddenly going out for lunch almost every day. Thus far, no one had asked, but it was only a matter of time.
She finished her dinner as quickly as she could and kissed her husband goodbye. She found herself thankful that the man had taken so well to her new schedule. He didn't complain about her having so little time for him. He just supported her like he always did.
Her official ongoing story was that she was helping Naomi. Sometimes that was even true. The older woman was a realtor and had somehow managed to escape the large realty firms and work for herself. She was good at what she did. The older couple lived in a very nice house, but Madison knew it was paid for and that the couple could afford more if they wanted it.
Tonight was not going to be a night for helping Naomi with her bookkeeping however, that would come on Friday. Nor was it an evening she would serve her Master. She already knew she would be with him from 7:00-10:00 pm on Thursday, then again most of Saturday and part of Sunday.
No, tonight she was going to Randy and Tessa's store. She was getting to know the couple well. Her Master had volunteered her to help out there several times already, though usually on a weekend. She did some of their bookkeeping as well. It was odd that so many people seemed to trust her enough to let her see all their finances, but she found herself flattered.
The couple also had her unbox new merchandise and stock the shelves, clean, and even work the register. Once she had even been talked into modeling some of the collars and restraints for a store full of customers. Thankfully, when she was where people could see her, the couple had her wear a mask.
She found that with the anonymity offered by the mask she enjoyed working at the store. She was surprised to find that even the modeling hadn't bothered her. She genuinely liked the couple, and she enjoyed being of use.
They always referred to her as their "mysterious helper". Several customers had asked if she was their slave. Madison always deferred to the couple. They always gave coy answers.
Either way, the customers seemed to enjoy seeing her at the store, several asking when she would be back. She found that she enjoyed most of the customers. There were always a few assholes at customer service jobs, and due to the nature of the store, they tended to be more of a handful here. The vast majority of them however were very nice, polite people, even if a few of them did still seem a bit strange to her.
She parked a few blocks from the store like she usually did and entered through the back. She quickly changed into her "work outfit". That consisted of a sleeveless latex outfit that resembled a thong in her crotch but when fully zipped up would cover her entire torso and even her neck.
Tessa of course enjoyed both seeing and showing off the young woman's body and had her wear it unzipped down almost to her belly button. This showed off almost half of her breasts. It barely covered her nipples.
Although Madison got tired of the way it rode up her ass, she appreciated the way the tight outfit showed the sides and underside of her breasts, somehow making them look so much more impressive.
Besides the outfit, she wore latex boots a bit above the knee and a spiked collar that made her look far more interesting and adventurous than she was.
The last item was a cheap mask that protected her identity when there were customers around. She put it on and joined the couple in the store.
A bit over three hours later, she hurriedly dressed again and left for home. If she hurried, managed to fall asleep quickly, and slept in a bit, skipping breakfast, she could still manage to get a full 8 hours of sleep. She knew she would need it. The rest of the week wouldn't be any easier. This was her life now.
Chapter 2
Madison was glad when Saturday rolled around. Her Master didn't expect her until 9:30. She knew she would spend most of the day there. There was a good chance it would be a late night.
Still, she would get to sleep in. Then she would have no decisions to make the rest of the day. There would also be no rushing around between work, home, and wherever her Master wanted her to be. And finally, even if it was a long night, he only required her on Sunday from 2 pm to 6 pm. That would give her more time to rest and recover and spend some time with her husband.
She would savor the next two days. If the last few months had taught her anything, it was that being this man's slave was far less scary than she had anticipated, but much more work than she had ever dreamed of.
Saturday passed much as it had in the past. It started slowly. He restrained her (this time on a sawhorse-like contraption), and gave her time to think about her predicament. Then came some spanking. Finally, the man emptied his balls into her.
He was starting to be predictable, which made this all start to feel like a routine. She was surprised to find that this feeling of normalcy didn't make her enjoy it any less. She was growing used to her role. Instead of that making it boring, it made it feel comfortable.
The one time her Master had been busy all week she had found that she missed him. She had missed feeling his hands on her body, his cock filling her pussy.
He had of course keep her busy during his time away. She spent a lot of time at Tessa and Randy's shop that week. She had been far from bored, but she had felt that something was missing. She spent the week longing for him to once again have time for her.
Sunday found Madison sleeping in. Her husband made breakfast when she woke up. The two spent the day on housework until about 1:30. Then she kissed him goodbye and jogged over to Bill and Naomi's house.
The fact that he knew where she was going made her life a lot easier, as did the fact that her husband was so fond of Naomi. He never seemed to mind the amount of time she spent over there.
Plus, she didn't have to drive to hide where she was going, giving her the luxury on days like today of getting in a run, even if it was a short one.
