Adversity in Buttermil Falls

When Blume and Chloe got home from their BDSM party, they were still shaking their heads over the odd goings-on at the dinner party.

But Chloe had a funny smile on her face.

"You know, Blume...

What's this porn stuff about?"

Blume blushed. "Chloe, you have to understand, there's fantasy and there's reality...

The whole chastity thing is kind of a fantasy of mine, but those people next door are crazy."

Chloe smiled, and ran a long nail through her pixie haircut.

She crossed her legs in her tight bell-bottoms, and shook her boot just the way Blume liked...

"If you ever want to explore it, Blume...I'm willing. It seems kind of fun.

And I really like the way Fanchon makes Alfred treat women with respect.

Though of course you have always been respectful and decent anyway...

If you like, have fantasies that you want to go through with me, it would be great! But if you don't, that's cool, too."

Blume smiled, and kissed his wife.

And they made tender, gentle love that night, and no more was said about it.

But about a week later, Blume came to Chloe.

"You know, I really do have these fantasies, and if you really mean it, Chloe..."

They started out quite tamely.

Blume undressed and Chloe tied Blume's hands behind his back and lay him on the bed, and then she was about to undress herself...

She looked very cute in a snug black T-shirt and denim shorts...

But Blume said "No, don't undress yet, honey...you should wear a few clothes, sexy like that!

I'm the submissive, right?

I should be naked. You can undress later, if I'm a good boy."

"If you're a good boy?" Chloe smirked.

It was too much!

Her big, macho handsome husband was lying on the bed, with his hands locked behind him, naked as the day he was born...

And his dick was standing straight up!

Blume was two hundred forty pounds of solid muscle, not a flabby pig like Alfred next door...

And she, little Chloe, was about one hundred eight pounds soaking wet

Though she did have a nice rack...big boobs!

Blume probably could have juggled three Chloes!

But here he was!

Chloe hesitantly came over and sat on the bed, right next to Blume's groin area, and took his big dick in her little white hands.

She began rubbing the shaft, and toying with the head of Blume's glans, and he moaned.

Chloe knew how to give a hand job.

Yes, in high school it was the best way to keep a boyfriend's dick out of your two holes—

And she rubbed and stroked Blume's dick for about half an hour, until he was really groaning and moaning, and about to spurt.

Fortunately, Chloe had talked with Fanchon a few days before about this, and knew the ropes a little bit.

"Remember, Chloe" Fanchon had said with asperity,

" You don't want them to cum immediately...

It's amazing how they will dance to your tune if you make them wait for a bit...or a long bit!"

Chloe was often quite astounded by how much work Alfred did around the house and yard.

Blume was a good worker; he made a good living with his plumbing business and was quite generous with Chloe.

But he felt when he got home that it was his time to rest.

Chloe, who felt she worked as hard as Blume did, but she seemed to do the brunt of the housework.

And sometimes she found herself mowing the lawn and clipping the hedges!

But of course that was how Blume's parents had always lived!

Chloe now felt Blume's hips bouncing and bucking and knew he was getting close to orgasm...

He moaned and bit his lip, and suddenly, she pulled her hands away.

"What happened?" Blume asked with a startled look.

"Can't you finish me off, honey? Or can't we screw now?"

He looked so ridiculous with his penis bobbing around!

"Well, it's tease and denial, right?" Chloe said, giggling.

"Besides, maybe it's time you had some punishment!

I know you are always writing on those newsgroups about Mommy whipping your naughty bottom—

You spend a LOT of time writing about that stuff...

Fanchon next door lent me a cane."

Blume's face brightened, and Chloe could tell he was very turned on.

But then he looked a little scared as she took the rattan cane off the bureau and began bending it.

Yes, and walking back and forth in front of the bed.

"You'll enjoy using a rattan cane," Fanchon had told Chloe enthusiastically.

"Rattan palm is grown in Africa, Asia and Latin America, and though it's bendable, it's quite strong.

I have reduced Alfred to intense tears with my cane...and you will, too!"

"Maybe we could do that next time." Blume said.

"Can't we just finish off, honey?

I want to fuck you now."

But his dick was getting really, really hard.

"Are you scared, Blume?" Chloe asked with a smile.

"What's wrong, baby?

Alf next door gets the cane all the time.

Are you less of a man than a computer nerd like him?"

Chloe bent the cane again and then swung it.

So dangerously close to Blume's dick, which of course was now hard off the charts.

Blume gasped. But his macho ire had been raised.

"No, of course not.

I'm twice the man that idiot Alf is.

I can take the cane, sure I can!"

So Chloe rolled Blume over.

Now he looked especially ridiculous.

Lying on his stomach, his hands cuffed behind him (Fanchon was SO generous with her stuff) and his big, man's bubble butt pooching up...

Chloe was starting to feel a little horny with all her power.

"Remember" Fanchon had said,

"Put pillows under his crotch, so the butt sticks up really high...then you have lots of room for swinging the cane!"

Chloe stuffed Blume's crotch with pillow after pillow until it was sticking straight up!

What a target this would be, she thought as she toyed with the rattan cane.

Chloe lifted the cane and brought it down hard on Blume's butt, and he grunted.

Oh God, did she hit him too hard?

Blume was such a sweetie.

"Blume, are you all right?"

Blume turned his face up to Chloe.

"Y-yes honey. It hurt, but it's supposed to, I guess.

I used to see a dominatrix in New York, and she hit harder than that.

I had a safe word—"Mercy"...and I'd tell her if she was going too far.

Even if I started crying, she'd keep going unless I used the safe word, and it was kind of a point of pride not to use it, you know?

So unless I use the safe word, you should go until you decide not to anymore."

Now Chloe was annoyed...

Yes, even though Blume was about twelve years older than she was.

And had had lot of experiences before he met her, this dominatrix thing made her jealous.

Perhaps irrationally so, but women never have to explain, right?

Chloe raised the cane and swung it down, quite hard, and then really went to town.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! SMACK! THWACK! CRACK!

She could hear Blume breathing hard, and closing his eyes, biting his lip.

But she just went on with the cane until her arm was exhausted.

She could tell that Blume was crying a little bit.

Chloe sat down, and rubbed Blume's back.

"I know I went over board, you poor thing.

Are you all right?"

He really was crying, and Blume's butt was covered with long red marks.

Chloe could tell that Blume was trying not to sob out loud...

He was really a guy's guy, and had been in both Gulf wars...

He'd been a sergeant, and...

The struggle not to cry was a big one, and the tears were coming out.

"You can cry, Blume honey." Chloe said gently.

"Cry for Mommy.

It's all right.

Punishment is difficult, I know, baby...but you can cry."

But Blume's head shook, and he bit his lip.

Chloe was annoyed. Really, he needed to cry.

Chloe took Fanchon's other loan off the dressing table

"This is a modern glass fiber-core crop with wide leather slapper.

The handle and wrist loop are also leather, the cap simply aluminum.

It's not a long whip, but it certainly is helpful in bringing the emotions out, dear."

Chloe fingered the long crop hesitantly.

But she knew she had to make Blume cry, and so she went back to the bed and began swinging it against his already quite mottled buttocks.

Blume's teeth gritted more, and he just wasn't cooperating.

As she swung harder, Blume bit into the mattress, trying to stay silent.

Chloe could tell he was in pain—

Blume was twisting around, straining against his wrist cuffs.

So desperately trying to make his bottom avoid the crop—but it just wasn't what she wanted.

She wanted him to be a wailing, crying mess.

"But here we have my six foot sixteen plaited nylon bullwhip" Fanchon had said, when she gave Chloe her last loan...

"This produces results in almost any man."

And indeed, Fanchon had not lied.

The Nylon bullwhip did its work well!

Blume sat in the bedroom, holding the chastity tube in his hand.

He'd got it last night in the gift shop of the PainCafe, during all the revelries of the BDSodomania Party.

He'd just left Chloe's side for a minute, as she watched some midget dominatrix do some weird shit with a fat submissive and a ketchup bottle...

And he'd quickly purchased the chastity tube and returned to Chloe's side.

Blume knew he should throw the damn thing away.

Oh, but his dick just hardened in his jeans as he stared at it.

But if Chloe discovered him fooling around with it, she might either laugh her ass off, or order him to wear it.

Even for a few minutes, just to fuck with his head, and then what?

He might never take it off.

There were so many doofuses wearing those chastity things last night at the PainCafe BDSodomania Party, and he really didn't want to become one of them.

I mean, poor Alfred. Poor Ellis.

Blume had learned from observing Alfred's chastity adventure, that locking your dick up—or letting some woman lock your dick up, was nothing to fuck around with.

Blume had read online about these guys who put themselves in chastity and mailed the key away...that was bad enough.

Shit, what if the key got lost in the mail?

Then you have to buy bolt cutters or something...

But give the key to a woman! A woman who could get angry?

Alf had told Blume, in brief conversations during the carpool, how intensely his life had changed since going into chastity...

And though it was thrilling, it was also a desperate experience.

At the PainCafe party last night Blume had seen Alf crying, while locked on the big wooden St. Andrew's Cross...

Fanchon had removed Alf's belt and rubbed a bit of Astroglide on her fingers and spread it very, very gradually across Alfred's glans.

Yes, and his dick had swollen almost immediately.

And then Alfred had wept and cried, begging Fanchon to either let him cum, or put him back in chastity.

Yes and she'd laughed in his face, and encouraged the onlookers to laugh as well.

"Isn't he a pathetic loser, guys?" she'd said as she lightly stroked his near purple organ.

"Sure, he's been chaste for 73 days, but is that any reason to whine like he's doing?"

And she'd grazed her long pink fingers over Alf's poor, bulging dick...

And laughed in his face as he'd begged.

"You want to cum? Cum if you can."

Fanchon said, tickling Alf's dick as he hung on the cross...

"I'll use one finger on the tip of your dick.

If you can't cum like that, you must not really want to orgasm!"

And the crowd had roared as Alfred's face was covered in tears...

And he'd sobbed and blubbered, his purple cock bobbing as his wife's gentle fingers teased the tip...just barely!

Blume had realized while watching this, the depth of Alf's suffering.

Alfred had described more than once, during carpool about his poor cramped cock, locked in the horrible chastity belt.

And how difficult it was watching Fanchon fuck all the guys, because she required him to either watch from the closet (if the guy might be bashful) or kneel at the foot of her bed.

Yes, while she was rogered by this or that young buck.

"And sometimes she makes me harden their dicks with my mouth."

Alfred would say bitterly.

Alfred had told Blume that he still watched porn DVDs a lot, the ardent feminist Fanchon, who once objected to porn...

She would BUY him all he wanted now...

She thought it hilarious that he couldn't cum and was even more frustrated watching porn with his little wee-wee locked up.

And also...

He was more and more attracted to Fanchon, his wife...

Not cumming made him crazy, and of course she didn't help with her hot, slutty clothing...

Blume noticed that Fanchon constantly wore low cut V necked, plunging necklines, and paint thin shorts and skirts...

In the winter she wore the shorts with fishnet stockings!

And she was an evil flirt...

She greeted Blume and every other man with a deep kiss and warm hug...

It was almost like Fanchon was flinging herself at them.

Poor, sad Alf!

"She just becomes more and more beautiful to me, man."

Alf pointed out one day in the car.

" Before we got into BDSM, Fanchon would sometimes lose interest in having sex.

I was sure she was having affairs.

So I'd have affairs too...

Or just jerk off all the time.

It wasn't that bad.

But after I got locked up down there, I was constantly tense and very, very horny all the time.

And watching her flirt was poison,

And not to mention when I have to kneel at her bed and watch young men suck her luscious breasts, which I've not been allowed to touch in over a year...

Yes and she thinks it's funny, flashing her cleavage at me!

Boy that was some weird party at the PainCafe last night, Blume thought.

Alf had been just fucked around with so much by his bitchy wife.

Yes and she'd brought that idiot Senator, Dunstan whats-his-name, as an additional submissive.

Ellis, the clergyman at Blume's church was there along with his wife...

They were now both slaves of this black woman, Esmerelda...

And Blume's old drinking buddy, Cyrus Thibodeau, had finally had "the operation" and was a real CHICK.

Cy's Mistress Holly had whipped Cy/Claudia's fake tits with a long, evil looking riding crop.

This before Claudia had hit her knees...

Yes, and begun licking and slurping Holly's black-heeled pumps.

And then Claudia was peeing out of her new pussy into poor Dunstan, the Senator's mouth...

And when he failed to catch all the urine, Fanchon had whipped his balls with a golf club!

She really needed therapy, that woman did.

And of course Blume knew that Fanchon had lent Chloe, Blume's occasionally dominant wife, all the stuff she'd used on him.

Sometimes Blume would look over the fence and see Fanchon giving him a little cat smile...

Blume knew that Fanchon was well aware of what was now going on in their household—

Once Fanchon, by herself, had been invited to attend and watch Chloe as she thrashed Blume's butt with a variety of implements...

And then he'd been absolutely humiliated while Chloe had shoved little needles in and out of Blume's bulging penis...

Yes, while he cried and sobbed miserably.

"You are enjoying yourself, Blume" Fanchon had said that afternoon.

" Most men would wilt immediately if you shoved needles in their penises...but you really are an excitable boy there!"

But as to the PainCafe party—

Fanchon had recommended fetish regalia, but Blume and Chloe had just attended in their street clothes...

Yes, although Blume was making some tracks in his submissive journey at home...

He had told Chloe he wasn't really ready to be exposed to the world as a submissive loser, you know?

How Alfred could let his wife whip his ass in a public club with a snow shovel was absolutely beyond Blume's comprehension.

Worse, in Blume's opinion was when the black woman ran her fist up poor Ellis's butt...

Just slammed it in and out until Ellis was on the floor begging and pleading for her to stop...

And Esmerelda had also sewn Penny's pussy lips shut, and then ripped them open savagely with a nail file.

But Blume had to admit that he had been quite aroused by a lot of it, and he'd really wanted at one point to be naked and humiliated.

But that meant he needed a psychiatrist, right?

But hey, then so did all the other people at the party last night.

They were all so different, and Blume had spotted at the PainCafe party so many different submissives.

A classical musician, a political journalist, several chefs, a social studies teacher, an opera singer, a fireman, a ballet dancer, a computer geek,

a government consultant, a NASA engineer, a university publisher, a pro-skateboarder, a local hip-hop star, a bartender, and lots of lawyers...

Yes, so apparently this was more typical than Blume thought.

Now Blume heard Chloe moving around in the other room, and knew he should probably put the chastity belt away.

But strangely, he just sat there, dicking around with it

It wasn't an ordinary chastity belt, it had a little tube attached to a belt, and it was the kind where you couldn't even get erect without a little pain.

Alfred had explained how such a tube worked...

"It's hell, absolute HELL, when you're downtown and you see the cute girls walking around in their miniskirts and short-shorts, never mind watching porn.

Also, when I've worn one of those damned things... I wake up with these horrible three a.m. erections, and of course it can't fully expand in the little metal chute.

Yes, and so I start weeping and crying, but Fanchon won't unlock me...

I can take a cold shower sometimes, but others I'm locked in the closet because she's with her boyfriend.

Right, and then I just have to suffer and think about World Series scores until my dick calms down again...

It's really awful."

Alfred told Blume that if he ever started in the chastity game.

Yes, he perhaps should begin with a large, roomy chastity cage.

If he got horny, at least it wouldn't be painful.

"Don't worry, Blume...

You'll still suffer, but just because you can't cum."

Blume had been not pleased that bitchy Fanchon was spreading his business around.

Yes, and that Alf knew all about the enslavement games, but there wasn't much he could do.

Now he stared at the tube.

Dammit, he'd chosen this tube, even though the larger cages were much cheaper.

He didn't want the easy way out! But what then?

"Having fun playing with that thing?"

Chloe's voice startled the shit out of Blume, and he looked up at her.

God she was beautiful...her little pink tank top and white shorts.

Although they were doing full weekends where he was her slave, Blume couldn't imagine not getting to fuck Chloe now and then...

Oh her pussy was so damn TIGHT.

"I-I got this at the PainCafe. It's just for fun, I think."

Blume said hesitantly, but he was almost fondling the damn thing.

"It's quite a—quite an instrument, this tube."

He looked at Chloe, but he couldn't tell what she was thinking.

Chloe was so quiet and seemingly timid.

But she'd changed a great deal since they'd begun playing their sadistic games.

A few nights before, Chloe had been watching Blume doing his leg exercises.

Yes, where he stood on tippie toe and stretched, while holding five-pound dumbbells.

It was just something he did to keep his gut in, but he'd never seen her take an interest.

And what had his wife done?

She took the hot fireplace poker and came right up to him, pulling down his shorts to his ankles.

"Spread your legs" Chloe had ordered, and when Blume did, she lightly touched his inner thigh with the hot poker.

Of course he'd screamed and dropped the dumbbells immediately.

And then Chloe had snapped her fingers briskly.

"Get up, come on, get those dumbbells back in your hands, you dumbbell, and get back on your toes."

Blume had obeyed, nervously, stepping out of his shorts.