Steve looked helplessly up across the garage interior with all its apparatus. He gazed up at the window. Being anchored to the wall with no means of retreat or escape Steve shuddered at the thought of his workmates standing at that viewing window, staring down at him as Marie smiled that prim little smile of hers.
“Oooh Baby has got a hard one hasn’t he?” Marie smirked at Steve as she drew the whip handle back and then flicked it. The tip of the whip flailed his rigid cock.
Carlene was still strapped helpless to the massage table in the middle of the room. Derek worked slowly and carefully watching the expression on her face as he slid one dildo into her cunt only to remove it and try another larger one. Carlene enjoyed the feeling of her cunt stretching. She was amazed at how Derek could fit such large dildos into her body.
Marie snarled. “You like seeing how big her cunt can get?” She pulled the whip back and flicked it harder at Steve. This time a red line cut across Steve’s cock.
Steve snapped. “Fuck! Marie!”
Derek worked a ten-inch vibrator into Carlene’s gaping cunt, easing it slowly in and then back out again. Carlene felt the stretching as Derek slowly pushed the vibrator back into her body. The vibrator was easily four inches in diameter.
The whip again landed stinging its red nettle across Steve’s cock. “I don’t remember asking for you opinion. You’ve had your fun tonight. Now it’s mine.”
Derek flicked the switch on the vibrator. Carlene shook in her restraints. Pussy juice flowed out of her wide-open cunt and onto the massage table. Steve watched Carlene as his own cock stung with its red lash marks. Marie walked over and dipped her fingers into the pussy juice and returned to Steve.
“Here! Lick my fingers Boy.” Marie’s almost simpleton looks had changed. She was still changing right before her husband’s eyes. Steve had never seen this firey tigress within his own wife. He lapped at her fingers with his tongue. “Good Boy!” Marie soothed. “You can be a good boy can’t you?”
Derek leant forward sucking on Carlene’s stretched and tortured clit. Carlene’s pussy gushed with juices.
Marie stepped back surveying her helpless husband. She took the stock whip and turned it so that the end of the stock whip was rubbing on her clit. She worked her clit as Steve watched.
Stunned that this mighty sexual Mistress was his homely little wife, Steve’s mind was on that whip handle and how much he’d like to replace it with his cock. “Touch your titties, baby, touch ‘em” He urged her softly.
Marie flicked the whip once again and this time a red slash fell across his chest from nipple to nipple. “Ahhh!” He tried not to speak.
“I will touch what I want when I want and you Boy will do my bidding. You have already proven yourself a worthless little boy-slut tonight.”
The snarl bit into Steve’s body like the lashes from the whip. She was right. He had proven he was a boy-slut. He had fucked Carlene at the first chance. “Thank god.” He thought. “She doesn’t know about the others.”
Derek fastened a strap around Carlene’s waist and another up between her legs to hold the dildo in place. “Don’t want my little sweet pushing that out. Do we?” He then stepped around to Carlene’s side. Her face still encased in leather, Derek could see Carlene’s eyes. Here eyes sparkled with delight.
The thought crossed Steve’s mind at the same moment that Marie retrieved a folded piece of paper from under her leathers. “Hunny.” She read. “I want to be with you too. But you know that Marie could not cope without me. I have explained that to you several times now. I have also explained how much I love our sweet interludes and how each one of them helps me to maintain my sanity. Love and Kisses. Steve.”
Derek turned to watch Steve’s face, delighting in the rapid changes as Marie read his private love e-letter.
Steve’s face paled as Marie read those all too familiar words. “Since when did Marie know how to use a computer?” He mused.
“I believe that one was to Angie, the new secretary at your work! Dated February fourteenth I believe. Valentine’s Day!” Marie smirked as she watched Steve squirm from his discomfort.
Angie stood at the window staring down on the scene as her own private email was being read aloud. She grew angry. “How could Steve be so stupid as to let his wife have access to his emails.” She thought.
Marie looked up to the window. “Angie Michaelson. Come on down!”
Steve watched as Angie disappeared from the window and reappeared at the same door that Marie had entered through.
Derek began sucking and biting at Carlene’s nipples. He sucked the hot flesh into his mouth and let it slide out again from between his teeth. His eyes were on the scene nearby. He watched intently
Angie strode across the room to Marie.
“Marie. I am so sorry.” Angie pleaded.
“Sorry be fucked!” Marie snapped back. “You loved every second of that dicking he gave you. How can you be fucking sorry now?”
Angie hung her head.
Marie watched in delight at Angie’s discomfort. “Any idea why little slut boy couldn’t escape for even one hour on Valentine’s Day?”
Angie shook her head.
“Because” Continued Marie. “He was with me. Do you know what we were doing on this last Valentine’s Day?”
Angie shook her head. Here body was shaking from the unknown.
“Little slut-boy here and I were in a church. Care to guess what we were doing?”
Angie’s eyes welled with tears. She shook her head again.
“Tell her!” Marie prodded Steve with the whip. “Tell your little hunny what you were doing on Valentines Day last!”
Steve hesitated.
The whip cracked across his face a red mark turning blue with the vehemence of the whip. “Tell her!”
Steve hung his head.
Marie lifted his head with the handle of the whip. “No little slut-boy when talking to a lady you need to look up to her! Now tell the lady what you were doing you worthless piece of whorish shit.”
