Florian lay in what could be best described as a doggie style position on the basement floor.
There was a long metal bar with four cuffs to it, and Flo's ankles were cuffed to the outer bars, and her wrists to the inner bars.
As the bar went between Florian's legs and the cuffs were straight across, this put her at a cramping disadvantage.
Florian wished she'd worked harder at Pilates in her pre-kink days.
Flo loved being submissive, and for decades before she'd finally confessed her needs to her adoring husband, she'd fantasized about it all.
But this spreader bar thing was just awful.
Flo was lying on her arms, which were, of course pulled down parallel with her legs and cuffed to the bar at the same level of the ankle cuffs.
This forced Florian's ass out, and she lay with her face almost forced into the floor, although she'd turned her head.
She kind of wished she had not told Richard of her desire to be punished and humiliated by her cunty friend Annabel.
Richard was if nothing, a truly accommodating husband.
Now, Annabel had brought a mutual friend, Daphne downstairs to look at Florian.
Annabel and Daphne were enjoying a good laugh. The ladies, elegantly dressed after a lunch of Cobb Salad and white wine, had come home to see this.
Annabel took her cigarette out of her mouth and flicked it at Florian's anus, with unerring aim.
Florian asked herself how they could be so heartless. But of course, Florian had been a nasty shrew back in the day, and there was no doubt that's how she chose her friends.
How they smirked at the naked woman on the floor.
"Yes, it's called a wrist and ankle spreader bar, Daff. Isn't it cute how it goes straight across like that, and she's basically forced to lie on her arms."
Daphne was slightly doubtful. "I just...Jesus what happened to you, Flo? Did you lose your mind?"
"No, Daphne-" Florian began wearily. "I am voluntarily-
But Annabel kicked Flo in her ribs. "It's MISTRESS Daphne, you grotesque cow."
Florian began sobbing silently. I can't believe this shit. Daphne and Annabel and Emily and I we all used to shop and play tennis together, shoot the shit, watch "The View".
And think, just last week, how Richard let Annabel know of my strange desires?
It was our fifth anniversary. Richard told me to make a nice dinner, and I did, I made this amazing meal, roasted potatoes...London grill...
And then he brought Annabel home and he'd ordered Flo to strip and spend the anniversary on her knees in the corner, when she wasn't being summoned to refill glasses and ladle food.
At first, Annabel had protested, and almost called the police. But Flo had explained how weird she was, and Annabel had a memory of Flo's subscription to "Leatherstocking" magazine back when they were in art school.
And Florian had ended up enduring a whipping from Annabel who had more than a few resentments...
And then Flo had allowed Annabel to sit on her face, and she'd performed while Annabel sucked Richard's cock.
And now, Flo's former friends were really enjoying this.
Why not torment the Queen Bee a little?
Florian felt so embarrassed. But she really, really wanted to touch her clit, and that was impossible, since she was locked in this goddamned ridiculous spreader bar.
And her friends were now giggling and throwing their beer cans at her!
And her other friend, Emily, shy, sweet Emily, who had regarded Flo as this bitch on wheels at the Buttermilk Tree Country Club was fucking Richard on the big bed upstairs.
Flo no longer was allowed to sleep in the Master Bedroom. This really irked her, since her parents had given them the down payment for the house!
But she'd gotten accustomed to the closet, where she was relegated nightly, as Richard fucked whatever saloon wino he'd met...
She'd masturbate in that horrible, cramped space and think about what a sad little slave-slut she was!
It was so exciting, though also heartbreaking.
But even after twelve years of Inner Child Therapy, Flo had not been able to shake her desires.
She used to make surreptitious visits to the Paincafe which was the town BDSM hotel and restaurant, and she'd also paid a Male Master, a weird fuck called Specs, to punish and humiliate her...
But finally she'd broached the subject with Richard, and he had jumped on the bandwagon oh so fast!
Now she wouldn't complain about blowjobs anymore, and he'd get all he wanted-from her and lots of other women with no complaint...
But she couldn't get over what a bitch quiet little mousy Emily had become!
Emily, formerly so worshipful, had given Flo a hard spanking when she felt that Florian had put too much salt in her gazpacho.
You'd never guess the little bitch could handle a bullwhip so well, but Emily had once been a tennis pro, so...
Now, Daphne's laughing comments brought Florian back to the present.
"Jesus, Flo's like, wet." Daphne was saying disgustedly. "How can this excite her?"
"I'm not sure. When we were in school, I remember she'd sneak off to a joint called the "Sticks and Stones" club, and now that we live here in Buttermilk Falls again, she goes to the Pain Lodge, or the Pain Cafe, she's a sick one, our Florian."
"Yeah, and cellulite ridden." Daphne said with a snicker. "Look at that cottage cheese ass!"
Fuck you, bitch, Flo thought angrily. I'm thirty-nine years old, and a little cellulite is natural.
Of course, many times Flo had said similar things about Daphne's derriere ridges.
Poor Daphne had left the swimming pool in tears more than once.
Perhaps Florian was finally learning a little compassion.
Her fattie stepdaughter, Swifti (ironic nickname) had discovered her stepmother's new role in the house, and had run with it!
She was still angry that Florian had threatened to charge her rent to live in the house after college, and had cut up Swifti's credit cards.
No, Swifti wasn't a fan of her father's second wife. But truly, the comments and barbs that had come from Flo...
