This story is a collaboration between Mary_Moon42G and myself. We had a blast writing it, and we hope that you enjoy reading it. We look forward to reading all of your comments and a second part to the series will be coming very soon.
Thanks,
Uncle Guido
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I drove through the nearly abandoned industrial park on the edge of town, ignoring Mary's questions. I pulled into a pothole-filled parking lot and parked in front of a windowless red brick building. I climbed out of the car and walked around to open her door and helped her out. Hand in hand, we walked to the solid steel front door, and I pressed the button to be let inside.
A few seconds passed before the door unlocked with a loud click, and I held it open for my beautiful wife. Inside was a small lobby with a bug-eyed man sitting behind a counter reading a beat-up Charles Burkowski paperback.
"You must be Gary." I handed him my credit card to swipe, and he returned it with a receipt to sign. "Now, this fee is for an entire year, correct?"
"Yeah, the grand pays for the entire year," he answered, never putting down his book. "Welcome to Club Pineapple."
"Are you ready for your present," I asked Mary.
"That depends on what it is."
"You're just going to have to wait to find out." We stepped through the door next to the counter and into a long corridor. I leaned in and softly kissed her lips and whispered, "I love you."
"I love you too," she whispers back.
"There's a dressing room through that door." I pointed to the end of the hall. "I left a package for you, and I want you to put on what's inside. When you're done, wait for me to come get you."
I turned away from her and walked to the dressing room at the opposite end of the hallway. I had a new suit delivered to the club, and it hung from a locker just inside the door. I stripped off my jeans and t-shirt and unzipped the bag, unpacking the charcoal gray summer weight suit, sky blue shirt that the sales lady said made my eyes pop, and a pair of silk boxers.
I hummed a tune as I buttoned up my shirt and tucked it into the slacks before shrugging the jacket up over my broad shoulders. I decided not to bother with shoes, socks, or a tie since they would just be one more thing that I'd have to take off later. I double-checked that the box from Plug Emporium was in my jacket pocket before taking one last look at myself in the mirror and exiting out the back door of the room.
The back corridor was wide and lined with numbered doors like a hotel, but that wouldn't be necessary tonight because I made sure that there would be no one there to interrupt us. I stopped in front of the door to my wife's dressing room and took a deep breath. I wanted tonight to be perfect, and I was nervous that it would all fall apart the second I opened the door.
After several seconds, I opened the door, frightening Mary. I tried to apologize, but I was left speechless. The outfit that I had ordered for her to wear was even better than I could have ever imagined. The black lace panties left very little to the imagination, and the leather corset was slimming. Best of all, the cupless bra perfectly framed her large, creamy breasts, topped with dark pink nipples. Right at that moment, the only thing that I could think of was how lucky I was to be married to an absolute sex goddess.
"You look amazing, my love, but there's one more thing to complete the look." I pulled the jewelry case from my pocket and opened it to show her the collar inside. "Mary, would you like to be Daddy's Slut?"
"Yes, Daddy." She looked at the collar and blushed. "Would you like to put it on me?"
I slowly walked around her, taking in her beauty from all angles. The longer I took, the more she grew uncomfortable, and I had to fight back a smirk. Then I noticed that her nipples were growing hard despite the warm room.
I took the collar from the box and kissed her neck, making her shiver. I put the collar around her neck and fastened it with shaking fingers. I had been picturing this moment in my head for weeks and it had finally come, and my nerves had damn near gotten the best of me. Trying to regain control of the moment, I leaned down and whispered into her ear, "I want you."
"I'm yours to take, Daddy."
I took her by the hand and helped her to feet before leading her down the hall to the door with the number three painted on it. I held my breath as we stepped into the room, not sure what to expect. Up against the wall across from the door was a St. Andrew's cross, to the right was a sort of chaise set up to use restraints, and to the left was a specially designed bed. Almost every inch of wall space was covered with every manner of restraints, paddles, floggers, whips, and toys and there were drawers filled with dildos, butt plugs, and countless other toys.
"This is amazing, Daddy." She hugged me tight and kissed me on the lips. "Thank you."
"Come with me, Slut." I led her over to the St. Andrew's Cross, lifted her arms over her head, and buckled them into the fleece-lined cuffs. "Is that comfortable?"
"Yes, Daddy."
I buckled in her ankles, leaving her spread-eagle with her back against the cross. I made a show of closely inspecting the wall covered in toys, looking for the perfect one while watching her out of the corner of my eye. Finally deciding on a leather flogger, I walked over to her and grinned.
"Whatever should I do to you, Slut?" I take the flogger and caress her breasts, making her tremble in anticipation. "Should I start by abusing these creamy tits? Would you like that, Slut?"
"Do whatever you want, Daddy."
"So it's alright if I decided to punish my pussy."
"It's your pussy to punish, Daddy."
I ran my hand down over the leather of her corset and slid my finger between the lips of her womanhood. "You're already wet, Slut, Does this mean that the thought of being punished turns you on?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Yes, what?" I lightly snap the flogger across her breast.
"Yes, the thought of being punished turns me on."
"What should I do you, Slut?"
"Daddy this slut is yours do as you please with her my body is yours now and I have no say until your collar is taken from my neck'
"You're such a good little slut. Maybe I should just let you go, and we can go home and watch TV." I reach up for the cuff restraining her arms and smile at the disappointment on her face, but it doesn't last because I bring the flogger down across her breast. "Did you really think Daddy would let his slut off that easily?"
"No, Daddy."
I flicked my wrist and the tips of the leather strips to snap across her tit making her moan from the delicious mix of pleasure and pain. I flick my wrist again and the leather strips snap her other tit making her moan louder.
"More please daddy please abuse and hurt your worthless slut," she begged.
"Why should I abuse you, Slut? You're such a good little slut and you let Daddy use his pussy any time he wants." I ran the flogger up one leg and down the other, avoiding touching her wetness. She wiggled trying to touch my hand until I brought the flogger and smacked it across the lips of her pussy. "Is that what Daddy's slut wants?"
"Daddy, your slut is here for your pleasure." She groaned when I spanked her flushed lips a second time. "Oh god! Mark me, Daddy, and make me yours."
"You're already mine, Slut." I spanked her across the thigh. "Why should I need to mark you?"
