It had been a very long day. My life as a wife and mother left me very little time for myself. But today, I’d had the opportunity to spend the afternoon with my on line Dom. When we’d finished, I checked my email and found that I had mail from my husband Jeff. He had just completed a terrible day and he told me all about it. As I read, I felt sorry for him. I wanted to touch him and hold him and comfort him. Jeff’s email concluded with the words that he knew thrilled me to my very core. “After the kids are in bed, you are to go to our room. Strip, shave, bathe and get into your position. Stay there until I get home.”
I did as I was told and waited breathlessly. Finally, I heard the garage door and Jeff’s heavy footsteps on the stairs. Without a word, he slipped quietly into our room. I lifted my head to look at him. The first words out of his mouth were, "you're not in position!"
“Sweetheart,” I said softly. “I thought maybe you needed a hug right now more than you needed me to be in position. I’m sorry you had such a rotten day.” I kissed him softly and pressed myself against his hard body.
“I’m sorry too. I’m very glad to be home. But…” he held me at arm’s length. “The fact remains that you’re out of position, my whore. Obey me now!”
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, flying into my “slut” position. My face was against the carpeted floor. My round, firm ass was high in the air. My legs were spread. I carefully reached back and pried open my ass cheeks as the carpet rubbed against my taut nipples.
“That’s right, whore. That’s what I want to see when I come into the room!” Jeff slapped my ass and then spit on my puckered hole.
“I’m going to go get ready for bed. Don’t move,” my husband ordered. I heard him in the bathroom brushing his teeth and changing clothes. When he came back to the room, he gathered my leash in his fist.
“Bed, girl!” he commanded. I got on the bed and watched as Jeff stretched out his lanky frame.
“Now,” he said, spreading his arm out. “Come here and tell me about your day.” So I did. I lay in his arm with my head on his chest and told him about the various adventures of our children. At first, he didn't touch me at all other than stroking my hair as my head lay on his chest. Once the kid-topics were exhausted, we moved on. “Did you play with Chad today?” Jeff asked.
Chad was my on-line Dom. I’d met him in a BDSM chat room almost 8 years ago. Since that time, we’d played frequently on line and on the phone. Jeff and Chad had collaborated several times to give me evenings I’d never forget and when Jeff was away on his frequent business trips, I was Chad’s alone. He never failed to give me the rough use and raw sex that I needed so desperately.
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered. “I did.”
“Tell me,” Jeff commanded. That was the rule. Jeff never minded if I played with Chad as long as I gave him the details when I was finished. A few times I had made the mistake of leaving out details that were particularly embarrassing or humiliating. But then Jeff and Chad began to regularly compare notes and I’d learned quickly that honesty was ALWAYS the best policy.
And this was a time that I particularly owed Jeff the details.
Over the weekend Chad and Jeff had been talking and joking with each other.
“How much would I have to pay for an afternoon with your whore wife, Jeff?” Chad had asked.
“I don’t know what the going rate is,” Jeff replied. “Well,” Chad said hesitantly. “With the divorce and all, I’m a little strapped for cash. But set a price and I’ll do my best to meet it.”
“Is a dollar too much?” my husband asked seriously.
“A dollar?” Chad was incredulous.
“Too much?” Jeff asked. “How about 50 cents?”
“I can do a dollar,” Chad replied. “But are you sure that’s all you want?”
“Sure,” Jeff said, leering at me as I blushed furiously. “She’s just a cheap cunt. A dollar is more than enough for the afternoon.”
“Thanks!” Chad said enthusiastically. “I’m looking forward to it.”
“And I’m looking forward to her report afterward,” Jeff said with a laugh. “That ought to be worth at LEAST a dollar.”
Jeff intended to get his money’s worth and so I began to tell him every detail of my time with Chad on the phone. As I spoke, Jeff’s hand began to wander down my back. He pinched my ass. Then he started to yank on my long, brown hair. “Details, Courtney! I want details!”
“He stuffed my cunt with the big black dildo,” I said breathlessly. “And then he made me display myself.”
“Good,” Jeff said. “Any whore who fucks a black dildo should be displayed.” He yanked on my hair again. “What else?” I continued on for quite a while, detailing my afternoon.
“What else?” Jeff barked.
“I cut a switch,” I whispered quietly.
“Did you whip your whore body for Chad?” Jeff demanded. “With a switch?”
“Yes Sir,” I said. “He whipped my cunt with the switch but then we ran out of time and he didn’t get to switch my ass. Jeffrey?”
“Yes, slut?”
“Please whip me. Please whip me for Chad!”
”Well,” Jeff grinned broadly. “Since you asked so nicely. Go get on my desk. You know the position. I have a few things to get prepared.”
With my leash in my mouth, I crawled quickly down the hall to Jeff’s in home office. With my bare feet still on the floor, I reached forward and grabbed the opposite end of Jeff’s desk. And then I waited.
He entered and I heard rather than saw him begin to get excited. He walked several circles around the desk before ever talking to me. He did, however, talk to Chad as if he was there. "Very nice, Chad. Excellent job. You outdid yourself this time, Bro!"
When he did talk to me it was to tell me to display myself. Although I knew the command, I didn’t obey immediately. Jeff grabbed my clit and pinched it hard. I screamed and he slapped me across the face. "When I give you an order, cunt, you do it immediately. No hesitation! Got it?"
"Yes, Sir," I replied quietly.
"Tell me what Sir Chad did to you, slave."
"Jeff! I told you when we were in our room!" I braced myself for the slap that never came. Instead I felt his fingers tugging my clit and I knew what was coming. It was a stupid black binder-type paperclip. Sure enough. Jeff snapped it on to my clit and I fought for control.
"WHAT DID SIR CHAD DO TO YOU, CUNTSLAVE? Start talking and maybe I'll take the clip off." I started talking. Or at least I started babbling. I told Jeff about Chad switching my cunt and making me fuck the big black dildo. I told him about the clothes pins on my tits. I told him about the hanger and the clothes pins. I told him about fucking a plastic clothes hanger, the doorknob, the belt, the crop handle and one of my high heeled shoes (to represent the Mistress we still hadn’t found to help me explore my bi fantasies.) I told Jeff how humiliated I was when Chad made me watch myself in the mirror as I fucked various objects and took the huge black dildo down my throat.
As I told Jeff all these things, he did remove the clit clamp. Then he began smacking my cunt and inner thighs with his belt. Sometimes he hit my stomach and tits too. Any time I relaxed my position, the stupid clamp went back on my clit. My entire cunt burned like fire so I tried very hard to remain, unmoving, in the display position. Jeff only had to remind me once.
As I lay on the desk, Jeff unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. "You know what to do!" he barked. I tried to sit up but he yanked my leash. "I didn't tell you to sit up, cunt!"
So I tilted my head back so Jeff could rub his cock and balls all over my face – something he’s always enjoyed. I stuck my tongue out but it ended up being Jeff just using my face rather than me actively sucking or licking him. I thought he was going to cum but he stopped, backed away from the desk and tried to catch his breath.
"You want me to cum, don't you cunt? You want me to cum so I'll go to bed and let you off the hook. That's what you want, isn't? ISN'T IT, COURTNEY SLUT?"
"Yes, Sir,” I answered meekly.
"NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!" In a flash he had picked up his belt and was smacking my cunt with abandon. "You deserve this, Courtney. Cunt. Whore. Piece of meat. Slave. I sold you. I sold you to Chad for a fucking dollar, you piece of shit whore." When he got tired, he stopped whipping me. "How many was that?" He asked calmly as the bottom of my world dropped out from under me. How many? Aw…shit! "Jeff!" I started to cry in earnest.
"I'll let you off the hook, cunt. Get into your slut position and spread your legs wide. I'm going to whip that filthy cunt. If you can manage to count 13 for me we'll be finished."
"13? That's it?" I thought. "Piece of cake!" "Yes, Sir," I said. I barely got the words out before the first blow exploded. It was NOT Jeff's belt. It was the bull whip.
"ONE!" I screamed. The next three came in quick succession. "Two, three, four!" I clinched
my teeth and waited for more. I could feel Jeff dragging the tongue of the whip over my ass and thighs and cunt. "Five, six, seven!" I screamed again as the sadistic whip found my clit. Tears were pouring down my face now. I was begging Jeff to stop in a voice that didn't even sound like mine. I felt Jeff's hot breath by my ear.
"Calm down, Courtney. Breathe. Come on, Babe. You can do this. Take it for me, Court. You can do it, slave. You're more than halfway there. Take it." His voice was smooth and reassuring and calmed me down instantly. "Are you ready, slave Courtney?" The stern
