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Sams Spa Chronicles Ch 11

Sams Spa Chronicles Ch 11

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Eric has been surfing the Internet for over an hour, gathering information about the evolution of birds and dinosaurs, a subject he likes. He also likes studying about the evolution of mankind. He enjoys doing his research on the Internet; it relaxes him. He downloads the information he found to a thumb drive so that he can later transfer it to the computer he has at the school where he is the computer lab instructor. He wants to give the data to his students. He will have them go to the websites he found and then type up a report on what they learn.

He looks up from the computer. "My Pet, it's time for your shower. This evening I would also like to relax and possibly make love with you in the whirlpool bath after we shower. Please go get some towels and prepare the shower and bathtub."

Frequently, whenever they are home alone together, Eric and his sex slave wife bathe together. He enjoys bathing Tanya Marie. Bathing her is something that he has been doing occasionally for several years, especially whenever their children spend the evening at one of their grandparents' homes. This Friday evening their seven-year-old daughter Carolyn and their two-month-old daughter Erica are at her mother's house.

Bathing together is something that they both enjoy more so than relaxing together in the saunas of SAMS Spa health resort. It is also a prelude - one might even say foreplay - to their having sex, because, during their shower together, their passions are raised to towering heights. Then after they bathe, they either have sex in their jetted bathtub or get into their king size bed naked and fuck.

Sometimes, before they bathe and to enhance their lovemaking, she submits to him and he spanks his sex slave. He has a 3.5 centimeter wide brown leather belt he purchased for that specific purpose; she helped him pick it out. When he's not wearing it, he keeps it and a riding crop hanging inside the door of their clothes closet. He also has a ping pong paddle in the bottom drawer of his chest of drawers. The abuse from these instruments of torture gets her extremely passionate and wanting to be subjugated and fucked until she is senseless with joy. Tanya looks forward to the beatings because they intensify the magnificence of her orgasms.

It was her decision to become his sex slave and submit to him a little over a year ago; a decision that was brought on in part by their frequent bathing together.

"Yes Master." The sex slave is sitting on the loveseat in the den across from the computer. Except for her slippers, she is naked. She turns off the electronic tablet from which she has been reading about the privateer Jean Lafitte and the Battle of New Orleans in 1815. She places it on the end table and goes to the master bedroom to prepare her bath. She, with the help of her husband, has been researching the subject for over a year. She has gone to several websites to read about the privateer and his involvement in the skirmish between the British and the Americans. It's something she has gotten interested in; he prefers studying about dinosaurs and evolution.

She enters her favorite room. It is her beloved room because it is here that he fulfills her every wish and her every sexual desire. It is here that she can become his obedient sex slave every night.

During the day when the children are home - particularly Carolyn, their ever watchful seven-year-old - Tanya has to be careful in what clothes she wears - or doesn't wear - and how she addresses her Master. In the rest of the house, she has to be careful about how she acts and what she says in front of the children.

But here in the master bedroom, in her love room, even with the children home and especially once they are safely tucked into their beds, then she can close the door, strip down and become his naked sex slave. In the rest of the house, she is just his wife, just the mother of his children. But the moment she steps into this room, this love chamber, she undergoes a complete metamorphosis.

Like some superhero who changes their identity, she ceases to be a 'mild mannered Clark Kent' everyday housewife and becomes instead a sex starved minx who longs to be dominated and fucked into oblivion. Here she becomes his "condemned property!"

The workmen just finished remolding and enlarging the master bedroom and master bath a month ago. Before, it was just a plain ordinary bedroom, a place to sleep and occasionally have sex. But now, now it has been transformed into a royal palace, a torture chamber and sex prison all rolled into one.

It's a palace, because now, not only does it resemble a king's royal bedroom, but in it he rules. He is the Master and she the faithful servant, his subservient sex toy. It's a torture chamber because here he demeans her; he beats her, abuses her and uses her sexually in any way it pleases him. It's a sex prison because she cannot escape from it. Her own lust filled passions keep her chained to it. Indeed, she does not want to flee from it. She willingly surrenders to it.

A wave of euphoria ripples through her sensuous body as she looks around the room she fondly calls her love dungeon.

On the right side of the oversized master bedroom is a king size bed with his and hers matching chest of drawers on each side of the bed. On top of each are various pictures of their children. On top of hers there is also a photograph of Eric and Tanya from their wedding day. It is flanked by two champagne glasses from the reception, engraved with the date of their nuptials. The headboard is made from white oak with a reclining nude woman carved into it. The footboard has a similar but smaller carving. The bedposts at the head of the bed reach about 90 centimeters high; the bedposts at the foot rise only about 30 centimeters off the mattress.

Nightstands are to the immediately left and right sides of the bed. Both have lamps on them; both lamps are off. The right side nightstand, her side of the bed, also has a digital alarm clock, a framed photograph of Carolyn and Erica and her cell phone charger plugged into her phone. On his nightstand there is a miniature wedding picture of Tanya and a rendition of Leonardo da Vinci's

Last Supper

in a small plastic tray with a few coins in it. Next to the tray is his cell phone charger and cord.

In the center of the room near the foot of the bed is an exposed decorative oak rafter. Attached to the center of it is a large five blade, three speed fan with four lights. They are both on; the fan is on low. Flanking the fan a short distance away from it on either side of the bed are two wire baskets of Boston fern hanging from chains fastened to the ceiling joist.

There is a large walk-in close closet on the left side of the room in the far right corner. Its door is closed. The linen closet is next to the close closet, separating it from the open bath.

In the left corner, along the left wall there is a custom-made whirlpool bathtub big enough for three bathers and an outsized shower, large enough for at least four people to stand in and bathe comfortably. There is a built-in bench along one of its two walls. It has two spigots, one on each wall; one has a shower massager attached to it. The other two walls have clear glass sides reaching to the ceiling and a clear glass door leading into it. The jetted bath is to the left of the shower along the left wall; it is built to resemble a sunken bathtub. The floor is built-up around it; a person has to step up the two small steps leading to it. It is open to the bedroom and does not have a shower curtain or anything separating it from the rest of the bedroom.

Further to the left, at the foot of the bathtub, is a combination double sink and vanity with a large mirror above it. A pushbutton bottle of antibacterial liquid hand soap rests on the edge of the sink. There are cabinets below the vanity. A scented candle of apple cider is on top of the dressing table along with a cup holding several toothbrushes, a tube of toothpaste and a disposable razor. A can of apple cider room air freshener is next to the cup. To the right of the vanity near the entrance door, along the adjoining wall is a small room containing the toilet.

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She gets four large towels and one washcloth from the linen closet and puts two towels next to the jetted bathtub and the other towels and the facecloth on a shelf inside the custom-built shower. She turns on the water in the therapeutic bath, sits on the edge of it and holds her hand in front of the nozzle. As soon as the water is warm she turns on the shower and sets it at just the right temperature. She hopes that he fucks her while they are in the tub; maybe even smack her ass a few times before doing so.

Then she takes off her slippers, pins her black hair up with a barrette clip and sits down on the edge of the tub wall to wait for her Master.

He enters the bedroom a few seconds later. She immediately rises to her feet. If she has any clothes on he removes them first. However, this evening she is naked, as she normally is when they are alone, for she loves to walk around the house naked and does so as often as she can. Also, the rules of her consensual sexual slavery to him demand that, unless otherwise directed by him, she is to remain nude at all times when they are alone together. The only thing she wears at such times is her slippers to protect her feet and to prevent them from getting soiled if the floor is dirty. She also walks around naked just for his pleasure, because to see her without any clothes on gets him sexually excited and wanting to fuck.

He too sometimes goes naked when the children are spending an evening at one of their grandparent's houses. But he has yet to disrobe from earlier when he returned from bringing the children to their grandparent's. She begins by taking off his shirt. She puts it in the dirty clothes bin in the linen closet. Then she kneels down in front of him and removes his shoes and socks. He raises his feet one at a time, balancing himself by putting his hand on the top of her head. She puts his socks in the dirty clothes bin and his shoes in his shoe rack inside their walk-in closet.

She returns to kneel in front of him. She unbuckles his pants and lowers them to his ankles. She takes his pants off from around his ankles as he raises each foot. She removes the belt from the pants. She puts his pants in the cloths bin. She places his keys, his wallet and the loose change from his pockets on top of his dresser in the plastic

Last Supper

tray. She plugs his cell phone into it charger on his nightstand.

Then she again kneels in front of her Master and bows her head in submission. She doubles the belt in half and holds it palm up in her hands, above her head, offering it up to him. She waits for his command. He stares down at her and takes the belt from her, pondering her actions.

"You may remove my drawers, my Pet. Then I want you to swap this belt for our special belt hanging in our closet."

"Yes Master, thank you Master." She is very careful. She pulls his jockey drawers over his circumcised manhood and down to his ankles. He raises his feet one at a time as she removes his underwear. She puts them in the dirty clothes bin and retrieves the spanking belt. Then she kneels before him again, offering up the special belt to him in sacrifice, doubled over in her open palms. It is distinctive because they purchased it together from a men's haberdashery shop in Lakeside Shopping Center for the specific purpose of spanking her naked ass, pubic mound and labia. It is 3.5 centimeters wide, thick brown leather and has two rows of stainless steel rivets in it along its entire length. It particularly stings her cheeks and pussy when he beats her with it. Tanya fondly calls it her love belt.

He takes the spanking belt from her outstretched hands.

Her back is straight and her fingers are interlocked over her navel. She stares straight ahead at his dick, the object of her sexual enslavement. Just seeing him nude excites her beyond her greatest expectations. She longs to kiss his manhood, to lick and wet its length with her tongue and to take his cock into her inviting mouth and suck it until he explodes into her parched orifice. She closes her eyes and breathes in deeply to catch his scent. Upon filling her nostrils with his intoxicating aroma, she opens her eyes and, looking up, imploringly says, "I am ready Master. I await your pleasure."

The Master contemplates her actions thus far; her role playing says she wants to have her ass beat. "Very good, my Pet, but first tell me, have you done anything worthy of a spanking today? By offering my belt up to me, you are acting in a way you don't normally do. That tells me that you have been a naughty little girl today."

She bows her head and closes her eyes. Her hands are still crossed in front of her. "Yes Master. I watched television this morning after you left for work. There was a news flash on about an auto accident and I thought it might have interfered with your getting to school. After that, I watched a stupid quiz program.

"What should you have been doing?"

"I should have been doing my morning chores Master, putting clean sheets on our bed, putting the dirty ones in the washing machine, putting the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher and checking my computer to see if I had received any greeting card orders that may have come in overnight. Instead, I wasted the morning by watching television, Master."

"Exactly how long did you watch TV?"

"I watched it for over an hour, Master."

"You know that I don't mind if you watch news programs, educational programs or informative documentaries or even an occasional movie. We frequently watch movies together in the evening. When did I say you may watch other types of TV, programs that are supposed to entertain, but in reality do nothing but insult, deceive and lie to those who watch them?"

On the day she became his sex slave - a little over a year ago - he began to call her his pet. It is a nickname she cherishes. It reminds her of her status as his sex slave. But he has stopped calling her by his and her favorite nickname. She notices this. She wants to be his pet again.

"Only after I finish all my chores, Master. Please forgive me Master."

The role playing is proceeding perfectly. Eric is not a strict disciplinarian who demands that his sex slave obey authoritarian rules. However, occasionally Tanya will do something that will initiate a role playing response from her Master that will result in him spanking her or disciplining her in some fashion. She may watch a television program - as she did earlier - she may go back to bed after he leaves for school; she may refuse to wash the dirty laundry; she may refuse to put out the garbage. She may do or not do any number of things to "annoy" her Master. Not that he has given her orders that she cannot act this way; she is free to do as she pleases. But she does it in order to induce him to spank her naked ass.

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"You are forgiven. You know that. You also know that I would rather be showering with you and relaxing with you in the jetted bath. But now I cannot. For now I have to discipline you. I must punish you for your disobedience. You know that too. Don't you?"

"Yes Master." She knows she will be punished for her insolence. But she also knows that she deserves to be spanked for deliberately watching TV, knowing that he wants her to do her chores first.

"That's two days in a row that you have broken the rules and forced me to discipline you. Yesterday, you left the breakfast dishes in the sink until I got home and today you watched television, a deceptive quiz program.

"Yes, I know Master. I am sorry, Master."

"I know that you enjoy it when I smack your naked ass. I know that it gets you sexually aroused. So, my question is: Did you disobey me on purpose so that I would beat you, or were these just two days of random forgetfulness and disrespect on your part?"

"I need . . . it was . . . I want you to spank me. Please Master, I get so hot when you sexually abuse me and demean me."

"Then you disobeyed me because you relish the thrashing, because it turns you on sexually."

She does not answer him. She bows her head and closes her eyes once more.

"Turn the water off in the shower and go to the foot of the bed."

"Yes Master." She turns off the water in the shower and goes to the foot of their bed as she was instructed to do. Her Master lightly slaps the palm of his left hand with the doubled over belt in his right hand. He is waiting for her, standing near one of two wire flower baskets that are hanging from eyebolts in a large decorative oak beam running across the ceiling in the center of the room. Both baskets are overflowing with Boston fern growing in top soil and sphagnum peat moss.

"Take one of the flower baskets down," he commands her.

"Yes Master." She lowers her head. She is apprehensive over the coming beating. It is something she dreads and yet, she longs for it, looks forward to it.

She looks up and reaches, grabbing one of the ferns. It is hanging just above her forehead. As soon as she unhooks the basket from the chain from which it is hanging, before she can lower it, the first smack catches her across both her cheeks. It is hard, the pain is severe. She closes her eyes and grimaces. She can feel the welt rising on her ass.

She carries the potted fern across the room. Her Master follows her. She pauses. She knows what she must do. She bends over at the waist, offering her naked butt to her Master. She closes her eyes and waits.

The second whack is across her left cheek and right thigh where it meets her buttock. It leaves another red welt. She moans. Tears form in her eyes. She bends over and puts the flower pot down on the floor. Her butt is now the highest part of her body.

He places his left hand in the small of her back, preventing her from standing up. He again hits her hard across both buttocks. After a moment's pause, he beats her two more times. Then he allows her to stand up. When she does so, a sixth strike hits both of her ass cheeks.

She stifles a sniffle. Her ass is burning and her cunt is beginning to fill with succulent cream.

"Get your chain wrist cuffs," he orders her.

"Yes Master." She crosses the room to his chest of drawers. He follows her. She picks up his keys from on top of the dresser. She again bends over at the waist and waits for the attack.

The seventh smack catches both cheeks again. Her ass is on fire and her pussy is overflowing with her steaming juices. She is in agony from the spanking and in ecstasy from her own fluids bathing her vagina lips.

Next, she opens the bottom drawer and unlocks a metal box there, removes the wrist cuffs from it and stands up. As she returns the keys to the dresser, he hits her butt an eighth time. She moans in agony. Her ass looks like a boiled lobster; it feels like a thousand needles are piercing her tender flesh. Her pussy is hot with desire.

Turning around, she hands the cuffs to her Master. He loops the belt around her neck, attaches the chain wrist cuffs with a pushbutton release on her and roughly pulls her over to the chain hanging from the decorative oak joist. He retrieves a small stepstool from the closet and stands on it to hook her wrists to the chain. He kicks the stool to the other side of the room. She is hanging naked with her arms stretched above her head, and with only her bare feet touching the floor.

She closes her eyes and begins to whimper quietly. She knows her whipping will be brutal. But she is also apprehensive because the spanking will keep her cunt juices sizzling and wanting to fuck.

Then he grabs a handful of her hair, yanking it, and smacks her cheeks hard two more times. He lets go of her hair and stands in front of her.

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