Ann: the Married Years

© 2019, All rights reserved -- mimaster

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Stacy waited nervously while Neil fiddled with the lock. She was certain he was doing it deliberately to make her wait; just another way to push her buttons, making her squirm as she stood barefoot in the back yard.

It was early Saturday morning and there wasn't anyone outside as of yet. At the worst one of the neighbors in the condos behind their house might be looking out their window, but it wasn't like she was naked. It was daylight. Parading around a nude woman that wasn't his wife outside his house wasn't a risk he was willing to take.

That didn't mean he had changed his mindset though. He was still acting as Stacy's Master, and she was still obeying his every whim. She just happened to be doing it with a robe covering her body.

Her arms were once again tied behind her back; rope winding from just above her elbows down to her wrists, forcing her big chest to jut out. The nipple clamps still hung in place, causing her to wince with every step as she took. She had followed behind him to the small door in the wall to the crawlspace, her stick conspicuously back in her mouth. He was making her carry it that way, although he hadn't bothered to tie it in place. She knew he intended to use it soon, and that made her queasy with excitement.

The short white robe was draped over her shoulders, the front tied loosely to hold it on. While none of her private areas could be seen, she was showing a lot of skin as she stood with her back to the condos, waiting for him to open the door. While she did, her focus shifted from her aching breasts to her burning ass. She could feel the heat on her skin, her hands pressed against her cheeks from the way they were bound. Letting one of her fingers trail along her crack, she whimpered as she felt a raised welt marking her cheek.

Her emotions were a jumbled mess. Even though her body hurt and ached, and knowing more was to come, she was smiling around the switch, thrilled that she had been able to endure what Neil had done to her to that point. Feeling the wetness between her closed thighs, her body responded positively to the treatment he'd been giving her since he arrived home the night before, and she squirmed in place about what awaited her on the other side of the small, odd door in the wall.

He finally opened it, grinning as he saw Ann bent obediently over the sawhorse, ready for her morning punishment to begin. He helped Stacy navigate her way over the wall, turning her head so she could get the length of the stick through the opening without catching, telling her to stay put as he hooked the door into the open position.

"We're going with natural light today, Annabelle," he said as he looked lovingly at his wife, admiring her feminine form, knowing her pussy just as wet as Stacy's.

"Okay, Master," she replied, suddenly nervous about being punished knowing the sounds would be easier to hear. But she steeled herself, concentrating on her breathing as she stayed in place trying not to move.

It was so much harder to keep still when she wasn't bound. She loved submitting to Neil and she perversely thrived on the times when he'd tie her up with rope. There was just something about the effort and ingenuity he put into it that played in her head. He was so precise, weighing what he wanted to do to her against how the indentations would look when he finally removed the rope. It was calculated and purposeful, yet with a hint of raw, sexual spontaneity thrown in the mix. Even when she knew she was going to be tied, she never knew how or to what lengths he would go. Sometimes she thought

he

didn't know until he started.

When she was in a position like she was however, the idea of submitting took on a much different perspective. She was bent over and was expected to stay that way on her own. It was just as effective when he'd discipline her but it felt distinctly different. She had to maintain her position. Bound, she could be used at his devilish whims and she couldn't stop him. It was simple to find a place inside her head that reasoned it was being done to her against her will. It was another altogether when she had to make a conscious choice to bend over and let him do what he wanted. It was more degrading in a way. It was true submission on her part, allowing it to happen without protest.

She had waited what must have been an hour while he toyed with Stacy, her pussy dripping as held herself in place over the sawhorse he'd made for her. She longed for him to finish what they'd started, knowing she was close to having her tally on the wall completed. It wasn't like she was in a hurry to get it over with. It had been an amazing week in so many ways, but she needed to cum. She knew with each passing hour that she was closer to being allowed what she knew would be a powerful climax.

Neil removed Stacy's robe, dragging her across the sloped terrain of the dungeon by her hair, her bare feet pressing into the gravel until she got to the carpet. She maintained her composure, although she was still getting used to being led around by her hair. She wondered why something so primitive created such feelings of attachment inside, the idea of being an object oddly arousing.

He pulled her to the far side of the sawhorse near Ann's head, making her stand a few feet away; once again the soles of her feet on the rocks. Bending her over, he told her to hold her position as he took the switch from her mouth.

"Stand up Annabelle," he said softly, his voice calm.

Ann did as he asked; surprised that he hadn't begun like he had all the other times he'd shown up since he started inviting guests over to spend the night. She stood straight, her eyes quickly fixating on Stacy's backside.

"Holy fuck," she gasped underneath her breath.

Her cheeks were a bright red, almost seeming to glow. There were a couple of stripes from where the switch she'd longed for him to finally use had landed, leaving behind marks that was going to last a while. Unlike Ann it appeared she tended to bruise rather easily, the welt lines that formed were a light crimson with purple highlights.

The friend in her reached out, unable to contain her concern. "Stacy... are... are you all right?"

"Her name is Anastasia, and she's fine," Neil said as he glared at her for asking the question.

But Ann actually broke character, glaring back at him, thinking he'd taken things too far in his quest to have fun. And she told him that with her icy stare.

He rolled his eyes in return, not believing he had to actually cave and let her know everything was indeed alright. "Anastasia, will you please tell Annabelle what you told me upstairs."

"Yes Master," she replied, trying to look at Ann with her head upside down like it was. "I can't believe how incredible I feel right now, Annabelle."

"Well I know what kind of a rush it can be, but my God... Anastasia... that had to hurt."

"Oh, trust me, it did."

"Yeah, but it looks like you're going to be hurting for a long, long while."

"I'm counting on it," she said, stunning both of them. "Look, I know you both really barely know me, so there's really no reason for you to know this before today, but since I'm Anastasia I feel I should let you know. I've always liked my sex on the rough side, and this may sound weird but I'm kind of into pain. I've just never told Phil that."

"It's not just the pain... you're going to be bruised for a month!"

"I would hope so... I've been thinking about this ever since you made me bring that switch home."

"But I never dreamed you'd want to do this! I was just role-playing, trying to mess with your mind. It was all just a part of what we were doing that day."

"Neil playing with my mind is what's making this so exhilarating. I knew it would be life-changing. I never dreamed a man could... it's like he reads my mind."

"I can relate to that," she said as she looked at her husband, her wicked grin getting a rise out of him.

"I'm sure you can. I can see why you love doing this so much. Honestly, this is the best sexual experience of my life."

"I just never thought this is what you really wanted. I really thought you were hoping to explore being with women. That's why I kind of took you under my wing that day."

"I appreciate that, Annabelle. I really do. And the truth is I

am

interested in women. I think. I don't know. I just know that I look at you and, well, I want Phil and me to be more like you and Neil are together. And this is a part of it. Trust me, I'm fine. Do I hurt... absolutely! But I feel so alive right now it's not funny. Not to mention horny," she laughed.

Neil spoke up and said, "Babe, you have to know I didn't do anything to her that I haven't done to you this week. She just doesn't have... well, I can't really explain it. For whatever the reason, it just shows up on her more than it does on you. She's one tough girl, and she knows her safe word."

"Okay. I'm sorry for questioning you, Master."

"Well, you should be. Now you're going to have to have some more added to your total."

"Great," she groaned inside, knowing she was so close to being done with that. But like Stacy, she did like the burning feeling when it was all done. "How many, Master?"

"Fifteen... ten for questioning me, and five for not remembering Anastasia's name."

Bending back over the sawhorse, she waited for him to come around to the other side to administer her morning discipline.

"What are you doing, Annabelle? I didn't tell you to bend over."

"Yes you did... earlier in the week."

"Well, stand back up. In case you don't remember, Anastasia has been taking your place." Ann stood, questioning what he'd just said. He was running his hand over Stacy's ass, assessing the damage. "I think we better switch to something else now. I'm not comfortable using this anymore," he said as he started to put the stick aside.

"No... please," she responded quickly, an almost desperate inflection in her voice. "I want the switch. Please?"

"I'm not using this on your ass anymore, Anastasia. Annabelle's right. I'm not going to go so far that I break the skin, no matter how much you seem to love this."

"Please?" she begged again. "It's only fifteen. Use my thighs."

It was the oddest request, but it was rather obvious Stacy had a thing for what they were doing. He wasn't sure if it was an all-out fetish or just an obsession. But the look in her eyes spoke to him. He pressed the stick against the back of her closed thighs, preparing to use it.

"Master?" Ann asked, concerned again that he might be going too far.

"She has a safe word," he nodded, letting her know in his own way that he wasn't going to hurt her.

Ann knew that. She was sure that he really hadn't done anything to Stacy that he didn't do to her. In fact it all made sense when he said that she was taking her place. The only difference was that Stacy showed the marks more than she did. And that not only didn't appear to bother her friend, she seemed turned on by the idea.

Ann could relate to that. While she didn't bruise easily, it wasn't like she never got one before from their bondage games. And like the rope marks that would linger on her skin for a while afterward she looked at them as badges of honor; a visual reminder of what she'd done and how she'd submitted to Neil.

She loved the feeling of being stared at when she'd walk around in public with the indentions from her bindings in her skin. She could say the same for the occasional bruise, if it were in an area that someone might see. Sure, no one would know how she got the bruise, but

she

did... and that was all that mattered. That not only turned her on, it made her feel special.

When she thought back to how her ass looked at that very moment, covered with numerous stripes from his using her own switch, she shuddered. They were evident with the short skirt he'd made her wear the day. Someone had to have seen them at some point while she was at work. Hell, Stacy and Beth both gasped when they saw her that night. Her hand went to her ass, feeling the raised bumps from where the switch had landed. Indeed, the only difference between the two of them was the color of the bruising, and how deep it was. The blows were the same; their bodies just reacted to them differently.

The stripes started appearing on the back of Stacy's thighs, showing up like magic right after the stick landed.

Ann smiled. "

Those

are going to be visible," she sighed.

While the ones on her ass would be hidden, there would be no hiding her legs unless she wore pants. And for some reason, Ann couldn't see Stacy doing that. Mainly because she knew

she

wouldn't cover them up if it were her legs that were being struck.

Stacy whimpered as she dutifully counted off the blows, picking up where they'd left off in the house. Ann was a bit shocked when the number she started with was well over a hundred.

"No

wonder

they were up there forever," she said as her fellow slave took the last of the fifteen that

she

had earned for her behavior. Neil placed the stick on the small table of discipline tools, pulling Stacy toward the wall with her hair. Seconds later she had the chalk in her mouth, marking the tally on the wall.

It was at that point it really hit Ann. "Oh my god... she actually took the rest of my punishment," she mumbled, her chest swelling as she watched her slate wiped clean with each hash mark. A tear ran down her cheek as the significance of that hit her.

While she was fully prepared to take the last of what she 'owed', in many ways even looking forward to it, Ann was oddly overwhelmed that Stacy had literally stepped into her place. The truth was she didn't know how she should feel. It was all a game, really; a challenge. Annabelle was a part of her, a role she played all too infrequently as it turned out. It wasn't a daily lifestyle like those fully committed would be. If that were the case it wouldn't have taken over two years to transition into Annabelle once again. It was exciting, and invigorating. Stacy's explanation rang true... it made her feel more alive.

But it

was

painful, especially the switch. Because of that, she felt indebted to her friend for taking what should have been hers.

Stacy was looking at it the other way around. She was so grateful that Ann had allowed her to come over, letting Neil do the things he'd done to her. In some ways

she

felt guilty. Ann had been locked underneath the house, left alone while she and Beth got to play with her handsome hunk of a husband. She was also grateful that Ann had opened her eyes to a sexual world she didn't know existed, but one she knew she was born to live in. She wasn't so sure it was a calling. Ann dabbled in it. Stacy could actually envision a life totally submitting to a loving, caring Dom. She worried that this introduction to BDSM was going to hurt her marriage, fearful that she would desire something that Phil couldn't or wouldn't be able to provide her.

She was hopeful though. They'd talked about it for hours in the days that followed after Neil called them with the unofficial invitation. When the postcard arrived, and the reality hit them both that it was going to happen, those talks became more open, honest and intense. Even with that, Phil still didn't know how serious his wife was about it. She wanted to be her own version of Ann, and the only way for her to discover what that was like was to be allowed one day of uninhibited immersion into that world at the hands of a man that could take her there. She knew, at least to start, that Phil wasn't that man. He knew it too, which was why he had literally told Neil he was doing him a favor. So was Ann.

It was just another case of Ann and Neil as a couple, rubbing off those around them. It was incredible how many times it had happened over the years. They had a knack as it were, having a profound impact on other's sexual outlook. It wasn't something they necessarily tried to do, but because they lived their life the way they did, it kind of spilled out, getting everyone wet... sometimes literally, as was the case with Stacy.

She was most definitely worked up.

As she finished marking the wall, she spit out the chalk into Neil's palm, her eyes wild with excitement wondering what she might have to do next. She found out quickly as he took her by her hair again, carefully maneuvering her back to the center of the room.

"How did that taste?"

"Awful, Master," she remarked, still sputtering from the dusty residue it left behind.

"Now it's time to bend over, Annabelle," he said as he forced Stacy to her knees. Ann did, instinctively spreading her feet wide as she nestled against the sawhorse, a giddy grin on her face. "We'll find a way to get that taste out of your mouth, Anastasia. Annabelle hasn't cum in a week. Don't disappoint her," he said as he forced her face against Ann's spread ass.

Stacy didn't have to be forced. She couldn't wait to eat Ann out, thinking of it as a perfect way to repay her for what she'd been doing in her place. She actually felt a sense of pride knowing she was being giving the honor of giving Ann an orgasm after she'd been denied one for so long.

Eyeing the way Ann's pussy was decorated made her nostrils flare, the golden ring attached to the labia was holding onto her wedding ring, a small golden ankle bracelet used to connect the two. As Ann bent, the bracelet swung back and forth, her ring dangling in front of her eyes like it was trying to hypnotize her. In some ways it did, as she became mesmerized by the naughty idea of what it all represented. She belonged to Neil at the moment, and she was taking Ann's place.

She attacked Ann's cunt, pressing her face forward so she could reach. With her arms bound behind her, she struggled for balance, using Ann's body to hold her in place; her cheek brushing the gold chain to the side. Sucking at her pussy lips, she licked hard and deep, probing with her tongue. It was hard, the slope of the ground and the angle of Ann's body working against her. But she made up for that with effort, putting her nose to the grindstone. That is if the grindstone was the crack of Ann's ass.

Not that she cared. She was too busy trying to give Ann what she so desperately needed. That first orgasm didn't take long. While it wasn't the best head she'd ever gotten, the circumstances and the energy Stacy was putting into it swept through her rather quickly. She had to grasp the cross section of the sawhorse for fear of toppling over, her legs trembling as the climax approached.

"Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuckkkkk! Yeeeeeessssss!" she hissed, trying to hold her scream in so the neighbors wouldn't hear. Her lungs burned as she exhaled, her pussy filling Stacy's open mouth with her sweet flood.

Stacy swallowed hard and continued pressing forward, determined not to quit until her Master told her to. He didn't. Not for a long while. Ann had waited for days to finally have an orgasm. Now that he was letting her, he didn't intend to stop for quite some time.

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"Answer it, Annabelle," Neil said as the chime of the doorbell rang a second time.

"Yes Master," she said nervously.

It wasn't like when one of the women they'd invited showed up. She knew someone was coming that first night, and it didn't really surprise her any of the nights since. She might not have known who was coming, but she knew someone likely was going to. Still, she got an anxious knot inside whenever the doorbell would ring.

This time was much different because she didn't know what to expect. She knew who it likely was and while she didn't have the same feeling she had whenever she'd had to go to the door during the week, it still gave her a pit in her stomach.

She was right about who it was though, a tingle running up her spine as she saw him grinning at her naked body though the window of the door. He'd seen her topless before. In fact, he'd seen her naked. But now she was totally nude, except for the way her body was decorated. It was so much different than the Super Bowl slut she portrayed once a year.