Descending Into Desire

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?"

"I want everyone to know I'm your Slut, Daddy."

"So you want me to mark you, huh?" I stripped off my jacket and rolled up the sleeves of my dress shirt. "What kind of daddy would I be if I didn't give my slut what she needs."

I tickled her cheek with the end of the flogger, teasing her before bringing it down across her breast once again. I did this over and over, mixing anticipation with pain until she moaned with every strike. The flogger had painted her flesh a lovely shade of pink, but I was not finished marking her as mine.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her hair back, exposing her throat. I trailed kissing from her ear down across her breast, giving her goosebumps. Glacially slow, I licked around her breast, moving closer and closer to her rock-hard nipple. She fought against her restraints, doing everything to try to force her sensitive nub into my mouth.

"I thought you wanted Daddy to mark you, Slut."

"I do, Daddy."

"Good." I licked all around her nipple without ever touching it, making her groan in frustration. I slide one finger into her with my palm against her mound and slowly start to fuck her until she begins to hump my hand, and then I bite down on the delicate flesh of her tit making her scream as an orgasm tears through her body.

"Was that what my slut wanted?"

"Yes, Daddy," she panted.

"You know you didn't have my permission to cum, Slut."

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I couldn't help it."

"I know I surprised you and you didn't mean to be bad, but from now on you must have my permission to cum. If you cum without my permission you will be punished. Do you understand?

"Yes, Daddy."

"I'm not going to punish you for cumming without my permission, but you have to understand that your actions have consequences." I walked over to the wall and pulled down a round leather paddle with holes drilled through it. "This has possibilities."

"Please don't hurt me, Daddy," I smirked and smacked the paddle against my hand, making her eyes bug out of her head. I caressed her creamy skin with the paddle until she purred before tapping her hard on the nipple, making her squeal. "Please, Daddy, I'll be a good slut."

"I know you will, Slut." I rubbed the paddle up her thigh and across to the other, teasing her until I lifted it, making her tense up in anticipation of a blow. Instead, I kiss her lips until she coos in pleasure and then spank her breast hard leaving a bright red mark. "That is what it will feel like if you disobey me, Slut. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

I went back to kissing her and started finger fucking hard and fast making her cry out in pleasure. The sound of heavy breathing and the squishing sound of fingers moving in and out of a soaking wet pussy fills the room and I bring her closer and closer to the brink of an orgasm. She tried to hump my hand with the little movement she had, desperate to get herself off.

"Daddy I was about to cum," she whined.

"I know." I pulled my cream-covered fingers out of her and shoved them into her mouth. "Suck them clean."

"Please Daddy, I need to cum!"

"No you want to cum, because you're nothing more than a worthless slut." I started to finger her again, this time using three fingers. "You need to understand something, Slut. I own your mind, body, and soul. That means from now on you will only cum when I tell you too."

"Only if Daddy tells me to." She tries to hump my hand with the little movement that she has, desperate to get herself off. "No. I don't think you've earned another orgasm yet."

"Please."

"No." I smacked her tit with the paddle full force leaving a bright welt.

"Please stop, Daddy," she begged.

"I don't think you really want me to stop." Tears welled in her eyes as I again swung the paddle full force. "If you do, you can say the safe word anytime now, but you won't because you're a pain slut."

"I'm not a pain slut, Daddy." Her makeup started to run from the falling tears. "Why would you say that?"

"Because it's true." I spanked down her tummy and across her mound making her wince before I dropped to my knees and licked her clit with a wide tongue like an ice cream cone.

"Oh God! Daddy, please don't stop." She ground her mound on me, trying to find release.

"Not yet, Slut." I pulled away and spanked her clit with the paddle. "You still haven't earned an orgasm."

"That fucking hurt, you motherfucker!"

"I know it hurts, Slut." I hung the paddle on the wall and went through several drawers until I found one holding several candles and a lighter. "Since he decided you wanted to give me attitude, this will hurt even more."

"What are you going to do with those, Daddy?"

"I think you know what I'm going to do with this, Slut. The only question you should be asking is which color." I held up the candles for her to see. "The blue would bring out your eyes, the pink reminds me of your fresh fucked cunt, and the purple is just kind of pretty. Which color should I use, Slut?"

"Don't use any of them," she sobbed.

"You know how to make me stop." I lit the wick of the purple candle and let it burn down until there was a puddle of hot wax before I tipped it over and let the wax drip over her breasts, making her wince. I lit the candle again and let the wet wax build up for blowing it out.

"Please, Daddy, no more," she sobbed.

"You know what to do to make me stop." I poured the hot wax down her belly, making her cry out. "Say the word, and it will all be over with."

"Fuck you!"

"Is that any way to talk to your Daddy, Slut?"

"If you were any kind of real Daddy, you wouldn't be burning me."

"If you were a good Slut I wouldn't have to pour hot wax on you, but you're being a naughty slut." I once again lit the candle and poured the hot wax down across her shaved mound, which made her scream. "This is your punishment because naughty sluts get punished, but you can stop it. We can get dressed to go back home and watch TV, but I think you secretly like this."

"I don't like it, Daddy, it hurts."

"If you don't like it then why is your pussy dripping onto the floor?"

"It's not."

"Really." I ran my finger between her lips and showed her that it was glistening with her juices. "Your pussy is so wet that I'm pretty sure I could shove both of my fists inside of it. Should I double-fist you?"

"No, Daddy. Please don't hurt your slut." She fought to free herself from the St. Andrews cross, but she soon found it was futile. "Let me go!"

"I'll be happy if you say the word, but until then, I'm going to do whatever I want to you." I relit the candle and let plenty of wax build up. I spread apart her lips with my free hand and let the wax drip down across her mound and onto her sensitive clit making her scream. "See, anything I want."

"You son of a bitch!"

"You have a filthy mouth, Slut." I poured another stream of wax down across her clit and lips. "Do you understand, Slut."

"I understand."

"You what?"

"I understand, Daddy," she said, her voice full of venom.

"I don't like your attitude, Slut." I walked over to the wall and came back with a pair of alligator nipple clamps and clamped them on without saying a word. She made an animalistic sound deep in her throat when I pulled on her nipples and slid two fingers inside of her and found her g spot."Does that feel good, Slut?"

"Oh, shit, Daddy. You're going to make me cum."

"Not yet." I pulled my fingers out of her and lit the candle again before I grabbed the chain on the nipple clamps and pulled the sensitive nubs away from her body. Her eyes went wide in fear as I let the hot wax drip down onto her nipples. "You must understand, Slut, that I control your pleasure and your pain."

"I understand, Daddy."

"That's bullshit, Slut." I started fucking her with the unburned end of the candle causing her eyes to roll back in her head. I put my mouth next to her ear and whispered. "You think this is a game, but I own you."

"Fuck me, Daddy!"

"That's enough of that." I dropped the candle to the floor and watched all hopes for an orgasm leave her face. "Do you really think you've done enough to earn an orgasm?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"I'm sure you'll think of something, but until then." I unclipped the nipple clamps, and she gasped in agony as blood flow returned. "You need to learn that you're never going to get anywhere by being a little bitch."

"But, Daddy."

"Not another word, Slut." I dug through the drawers until I found a couple of bags of plastic clothespins. I walked up beside her, and before she could react, I pinched the tender flesh of the inside of her arm and attached the pin.

"That hurt, Daddy."

"I said not another word." I attached a row of pins down the side of her tit as she muffled a scream. "See, that's not so bad."

"Speak for yourself," she snarked.

"I was." I took several more clothespins from the bag and started to pinch the delicate flesh of her other breast. She tried to hold in her screams, but after the fifth pin, she could no longer hold back a stream of profanity. "What am I going to do with you, Slut? I gave you a simple command not to say another word, and you disobeyed me twice."

"Sorry, Daddy."

"Are you?" I wiped away the tears running down her cheek. "I really want to have fun tonight, but you have to learn to obey me, Slut."

I sat the first bag of clothespins down on the floor and dug into the second and pulled out a string of pins that were attached by a light chain. She winced when I showed her what I had in my hand, and I started clipping the pins one by one to the loose skin of her belly. She whimpered louder with each clothespin I attached to her, but I ignored her and started whistling a happy tune.

I finished clipping on every pin in the string, then I kneeled and took a handful of pins. I kissed the inside of her thighs and replaced my lips with a clothespin as I moved close to her warm, wet core. She shivered when I licked along the crease of her thigh before I started to kiss up her opposite leg.

"How does that feel, Slut?"

"It hurts," she whispered.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you."

"I said that it fucking hurts!"

"I was going to reward you for being a good girl, Slut." I dipped my tongue deep inside of her, letting her honey fill my mouth and coat my beard. Her knees buckle at the sudden jolt of pleasure, and the restraints above her head are the only thing keeping her from crumbling to the floor. Then, just as sudden as the pleasure started came the pain when I replaced my tongue with a clothespin on her labia. "Then you had to ruin it by giving me attitude."

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she said, sarcastically.

"You will be." She shrieked with every new clothespin until I had three on each of her lips. I stepped back and looked over my work and smirked. She had been pushing my buttons, and now she was going to pay. "I'll be right back, Slut."

"Where are you going," she asked, nervously.

"I'm going to grab a bottle of water." I walked out of the room, leaving her screaming for help. Going to the small kitchenette hidden between two rooms, I snagged a couple of bottles of water and walked around checking out the different themed rooms. There was a medieval dungeon with a pillory, whipping post, and chains bolted to the floor and faux brick walls. The next room was set up for more romantic dates with an oversized bed, candles, and a private en suite bathroom, and the next was a performance space with a stage complete with a stripper pole. There were also several empty rooms that I imagined could be set up several different ways based on requests from members of the club.

"You get me out of here you son of a bitch!" She screamed at me when I walked back into the room. Ignoring her verbal attack, I walked up to her and pulled the chain and yanked free the clothespins covering her abdomen.

"I am going to enjoy shutting you up, Slut." I started to remove the clothespins on her tits one by one, giving her time to feel the pain before moving on to the next clothespin. "The only question is how do I do it."

"Make me cum and I'll shut up."

"What are you going to do to earn an orgasm, Slut?"

"What do you want me to do, Daddy?"

"Now you call me Daddy." I start removing the clothespins on her pussy lips. "A typical slut saying what she thinks I want to hear so I make her cum."

"Do you want to be a good slut and make, Daddy cum?" I unbuttoned my shirt and shrugged it off. "That is the only way that you're going to get to cum."