"Did you know those mashed potatoes are made with horseradish?" Lalani, spoonful of Herb Roast Chicken and mashed potatoes en route to glossed burgundy lips, looked around casually. A short man in an ugly plaid jacket was smiling at her. He was a regular at Lenny's.
She remembered him telling one of her girlfriends that he owned "five gas stations". Lalani sighed, her chest heaving in the white cashmere sweater. Alyssa chuckled. This wouldn't be the night for Lalani's hubby to earn his "squirt"...Sorry Cary, I'm not bringing this one home...
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Cary moved again in the clothes closet...his legs were aching. His hands and feet bound behind him, he'd been trapped on his knees for seven hours now, and his penis was swelling against the chastity tube God it hurt, though the precum seemed to lubricate the tight area around his frenum...
And there was this horrible fox coat that belonged to Lalani's bitch of a mother right in his face! It made him sneeze, repeatedly. While serving his beautiful wife eggs Florentine in bed that morning, Lalani had informed Cary that he should leave work at noon, and return home, and clean the living room and all the bathrooms...the company would have to do without its Creative Director today.
About three that afternoon, John Wells, a former golf caddy of Cary's, now dating Lalani, had come over, and apologetically asked Cary to strip. "What?" Cary asked, stunned. "What the fuck'r you--"
"Sorry, Mr. Moore, but Lalani told me that I'm supposed to tie you up naked in the closet. Man, she says if I don't, she'll cancel our trip to Cancun this spring."
Oh, yes...Cary had seen the charge for two tickets on his Visa Gold... Undressing before the kid and getting tied up was horribly humiliating,watching the little bastard smirk at his tube... usually Lani put him in the closet and then went out, but from three p.m. to one a.m.? The usual closet stay was only four hours or so... and Johnny really knew how to tie those knots!
Last week was worse in a way, though, Lalani had given him an assignment to eat laundry soap chips out of a dog bowl filled with water (hard to bend down while bound) and when he only ate half of them, gagging and then throwing them up, Lalani'd blistered Cary's bottom with his father's old razor strop...
Oh! Cary heard footsteps outside the closet door. Was it her? His cock swelled, painfully. The door opened, and Cary shut his eyes tight against the rush of electric brightness...it'd been dark for a long time. "Out!" Her purple nails grabbed Cary's hair, and he shuffled out on his knees...As his eyes adjusted to the light, he gazed lovingly at his wife/mistress.
Five seven, large breasts pushing against a tight cashmere turtleneck, tucked into a micro leather miniskirt he'd given her for her last birthday.
"Look at your dick, I can almost see veins pulsing through the tube, Jesus." Lani towered over her prone, nude husband in high heeled sealskin boots purchased a week ago at Neiman Marcus by an out of town lover, a cocaine dealer, who kept his bitch in style. Lalani bent down, showing more of her net stockings, and pulled her charm bracelet off, using the little key on the end to open the tube...Cary's cock sprang free!
Cary quaked with joy. Lalani was alone tonight...in the past few months, she had only let him wank off after he'd cleaned the house, done a few hours in the closet, and then sucked off one of her many pick-ups...even the most hetero man would allow a blowjob from poor Cary, for a couple hours with his fabulous wife!
"Oh, Mistress, thank you..."Cary was puzzled. Where was the guy?
"I know what you're wondering, Cary. I only let you whack off once every sixty days after you've cleaned the house PERFECTLY and sucked off one of my bar pick-ups...you hate that don't you?" Cary winced. He did, but the terrible, terrible need to cum came first, Two months was a long time to be in the tube.
Lalani undid Cary's legs, and pulled him to his feet, picking up her Licorice Whip, a springy crop made of dyed red leather, from the coffee table. Whack! Ooh...right on the head of his poor penis...
"What kind of a job did you do on the house, pig-boy?"
"Mistress" Cary whined. "I cleaned everything--the living room, kitchen dining room, all the guest rooms, the bath--
"Whack! "Shut up" Lalani looked at her sniveling husband, his tears dropping on the head of his tortured cock. "You look ridiculous standing there...Lalani took Cary's bulging, violet penis by two crimson tipped fingers, leading him into the first floor bathroom.
"There are three bathrooms, ma'am" Cary said "I tried to..." Whack! Lalani hit him on the cock again. "If you don't shut up, I'll beat your ass and your dick!" She looked over the bathroom, most of it was sparkling. Cary had done a good job. That weekend with his head locked in the commode had convinced him.
"What's this?" Lalani asked, as she lowered her compact into the toilet to see the inside. to view the inside of the toilet. "There's a spot."
Lalani began beating Cary's penis in earnest, and he buckled over, and then she began hitting him on the back with the Licorice Whip. Then she paused, giggling.
"Wait, there's no spot, I forgot to clean the mirror."
The next hour was very painful for Cary, as Lalani took him through fifteen rooms of their large suburban house, punishments rained for real and imagined mistakes in the cleaning. Finally, Lalani took Cary to her bedroom, and after she'd worn his bottom out with her hairbrush, paddle, razor strop and buggy whip, she turned him over so he was lying on his scorched rear and manacled wrists.
Lalani began massaging Cary's penis with her soft hands.
