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I felt Mistress stagger back and sit in a chair. "Keep looking straight ahead and don't move," she said. I heard her light a cigarette and inhale. A moment later she said, "Mmmmm.... that was nice slave." Then, in a more serious voice "But I didn't say you could cum. You're going to have to be punished for that."
I heard her get up and pull her shorts up. She walked up behind me and looked over my shoulder at the cum all over my desk. "Mmmm. Doesn't look like Ms. G is going to get lucky tonight – but I'd love to hear you explain your red ass and bald dickie." At that point it dawned on me that I was in trouble. Once we had walked through my office door, I hadn't thought once about my wife, Kate. How on earth would I explain the state of my ass and penis?
"Get dressed," she said, adding "don't forget your panties." Tiffany watched as I unlocked my desk drawer, pulled out the folded pink panties, unfolded them, and put them on. She smiled with approval, then told me to finish. Once I was dressed, she handed me the worn panties she had placed on my head. "These have somehow become soiled – I need them hand washed," she said. Then in a stern tone "Wash them tonight, slave." "Yes, Mistress," I responded, carefully folding them and putting them in my pocket under her watchful eye.
Once dressed I began to set about cleaning the mess I made on my desk, but I was promptly stopped by Tiffany, who told me to "Leave it, it will be there on Monday." I cringed at the thought, but obeyed as we left my office.
I drove Tiffany home, in what was, for the most part, an uneventful trip. We made polite small talk most of the way. Right before we reached her house, Tiffany asked about my plans for the next day, inquiring whether we were still taking the kids to camp.
I explained that Kate and I were taking our children, John and Emily to camp tomorrow, and they would be gone until next Saturday, when we were to pick them up. For the past three years, John and Emily had gone to the same summer camp. It had become a treat that both enjoyed and looked forward to. The kids have a great time, and get to swim, ski, boat, ride horses and do all those summer camp things. For Kate and I, we get some alone time to rekindle our fires. Now, with dread, I realized that any plans I had for alone time with Kate where gone.
"It takes all day to get to the camp and back, doesn't it," Tiffany asked as we pulled in her driveway. I confirmed that the roundtrip was an all day affair, including a brief presentation by the camp counselors and getting the kids all settled in. "Mmmm, I'll call you tomorrow about your punishment ... Slave." She kissed me on the cheek and got out of the car and made her way to her house. Again, I found myself sitting outside her house, dumbfounded. My ass was sore, my crotch shaved, with no idea what would happen tomorrow. In the meantime, I had to go home and face Kate.
Saturday
I made it through Friday night without much incident. I was able to get through the night, shower, and hide my panties in my underwear drawer, put on some shorts to sleep in and get into bed without Kate discovering my hairlessness, red ass or panties. Once I knew for sure that Kate was asleep, I got up and retrieved Tiffany's "soiled" panties from their hiding place. I washed them in the sink, being very quiet and hoping Kate would not wake. As I washed, I thought about my experience that afternoon and how Tiffany had punished me. This resulted in another erection. Once done with the panties, I hung them to dry in the back of my closet, making a mental note to get up early and make sure they were dry so I could hide them.
I got up early the next morning so I could hide the "no longer soiled panties" and get dressed, putting on my own panties. I knew the near future would be a challenge to say the least. With the kids gone, Kate would expect some attention. God, one year she blew me as I drove us home from the camp. What a surprise that had been. Boy would she get a surprise if she tried that today and found my panties and hairless penis. Fortunately, my ass was not as red as it was the night before, although there was definitely still a red hue.
The drive up to the camp had gone without incident. We got the kids settled in, endured the orientation program again. I was driving home. We were about half way home, when my cell phone rang. It was Tiffany.
"Hello, Slave" she greeted me. "Er.... Hi" I said. "Not alone are we.....someone next to you. Is Ms. G there." "Yes" I said. "We're on are way back from camp. Kate's dozed off." "You are wearing your panties, aren't you?" Kate inquired. "Yes," I replied, and consciously became aware of the silky fabric. "Is your dick hard ... Slave" She brazenly asked. "Yes" I responded, immediately embarrassed. "Rub it for me."
I reached down and rubbed myself. I could feel myself getting harder as Tiffany continued her banter:
"Rub your cock for me, while your wife sleeps in the seat next to you. I wonder what she would say if she woke up and saw you stroking yourself... talking on the phone."
I continued rubbing.
"Did you wash my panties for me, slave?" She asked "Yes." I weakly responded, thinking back on how I had stood at the sink washing her panties with an erection. "I bet that was cute, did you get all hard while you did it?" Tiffany inquired. "Yes" I said. "Did you jack off, slave?" Tiffany challenged. "No," I responded. "I bet your cock is really hard then. Still rubbing it for me?" "Yes." was my only response
"What would happen if you came in your panties? I would love to hear you explain that." She said. "You'd better stop." I stopped, and then listened as she explained what my punishment would entail.
Sunday
Sunday had been a long and frustrating day. Tiffany had forbid me from touching myself without her permission and I certainly could not cum without her permission. Now I had not cum since Friday, which usually would not be such a big deal. But my new panties were a constant tease. They not only felt good, but also served as a constant reminder of Tiffany's control. I was in a constant state of arousal. I made it through Church and Kate and I ran errands and did our usual weekend chores during the afternoon. After a light supper, I found myself carrying out Tiffany's instructions
As instructed, I had tried to be romantic. I had set up candles in the bedroom and Kate and I had begun to share a bottle of champagne with strawberries. We began to loosen up and enjoy our privacy with the kids gone. Then I slowly undresses Kate, removing the sexy little camisole she had put on for my benefit. I watched her eyes light up with mischief as I pulled a blindfold out and placed it over her eyes.
"Mmmm.....you kinky man." She said as she helped to adjust the blindfold to ensure that she could not see. We had never done anything like this before, but she seemed to be approaching it with an enthusiastic, open mind. I then kissed her, open mouthed, and gently laid her back on the bed. Our bed is an iron, four-poster, king size bed and I laid her in the center. Then, Kate lay there quietly as, just as I began tying her to the bed, just as Tiffany had instructed using my old ties.
I tied Kate's hands together, then tied them to the head board. Then, wrapping the a tie under each of Kate's knees, I pulled them back and out, tying them also to the head board. The result was that Kate was naked, stretched and fully open and exposed. Her breast, not small, but not particularly large, where now prominent with Kate's arms stretched over her head and her nipples were clearly aroused. She keeps her public hair neatly groomed, and it was clear that that she was enjoying what was happening. God, she looked sexy – so open and inviting.
I kissed her, then quietly went out. I went to the front door and let Tiffany in. As instructed, I had called her right before Kate and I began our lovemaking. As part of my punishment, Tiffany wanted to watch me with Kate. I was a more than a little taken aback at first. But, at this point, what choice did I have. Tiffany assured me that she would be discreet and Kate would never know she was there.
Tiffany was dressed in short skirt and button up sleeveless blouse. She had me disrobe, down to my panties. I started to take those off, but she stopped me, telling me that she would tell me when it was time for that. Then she followed me to our bed room.
In the bedroom Kate lay tied to the bed, listening to see what I was doing. Tiffany, quietly, picked up Kate's half full champagne glass and went to sit in the chair in the corner of the room. She motioned me over and whispered in my ear. "Kiss her – tease her mouth. Show me how hot you can make her just by kissing her."
So I did. Wandering over to Kate, I gently climbed onto the bed and began gently giving her delicate kisses. First barely touching her lips, then a little harder. Kate began reacting, reaching to meet my mouth. I began kissing a little harder, using my tongue and I felt Kate thrust her pelvis upwards and attempt to bring her legs together. But I had done a good job of tying. Kate groaned. It was a groan of arousal, frustration, and anticipation, all in one. Finally the kissing became intense, with both Kate and I using one another's mouth. Tongues intertwined, then searching, reaching. I looked over at Tiffany, who was watching silently. She motioned me over again.
I slid off the bed, leaving Kate's mouth hanging open and wanting, and I walk over to Tiffany. She whispered something and I couldn't quite her, so I leaned closer so she could tell me without Kate knowing. The next thing I know, there is a handcuff around my left wrist. I look down and, in a panic, I realize that the other end of the handcuff is attached to the chair. I start to protest, when Tiffany brings her index finger to her lips and whispers "shhhhhh," as she points over to my wife, lying open on the bed. She motions for me to sit in the chair. I do and quickly find my other wrist and legs handcuffed or tied to the chair.
I then watched as Tiffany walked silently away and to take my place on the bed. I started to say something. This has gone way too far. But I couldn't. I just couldn't make myself speak up. I sat there in silence as I watched Tiffany's hand reach out and gently hold Kate's left nipple.
Gently at first, Tiffany stroked and pulled on Kate's nipple. Kate gasped and called out "ohh Bob." Tiffany continued to slowly and gently tease Kate's left nipple, then go to the other nipple. Tiffany gave the right nipple the same treatment. After awhile, I noticed Tiffany began pulling a little harder, lifting the breast slightly by the nipple. Kate moaned and I watch her lifter her pelvis, struggling rub herself against anything. But that as not to be as her efforts only leaving her open and grinding against nothing but air. Tiffany went back work on Kate's left nipple, stroking and pulling, until Kate's groans became constant and she started almost begging, "Please..Please Bob.... Touch me..."
I looked on in horror as I watch Tiffany manipulate my wife. My cock, on the other hand was hard as a rock and poking though the top of my panties. Tiffany stopped her ministrations and got up and came next to me. For one brief second, I have hopes that she is going to uncuff me from the chair. Instead, she gets her purse. I watch as she goes back to the bed. She climbs on and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. I watch in horror as she pulls one out and lights it. She looks at me as she blows smoke, then turns to watch Kate.
Kate's demeanor changed, as she appeared confused.
"Bob, are you smoking." Kate questioned? "No Ms. G," Tiffany answered.
