This story continues with the lives of the same characters from
Just Rewards
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I’ve been married to Susan for just over twenty years. We have a twelve-year-old son, Mark. I had an affair once, about seven years ago. Susan found out about the affair and we gradually fell out of love. We stay together for Mark’s sake. A couple of years ago she met Arnold on the Internet, and they hit it off. They talk all the time on the phone and see each other when they can.
I’d always wanted Susan to sexually dominate me. She tried several times but she never enjoyed it. She discussed this with Arnold, and he convinced her it would be fun to try again. Susan sent Mark over to his Aunt Sally’s one weekend and invited Arnold over. They spent the weekend fucking each other and sexually teasing me. Susan discovered she really enjoyed dominating me now that she didn’t love me.
Since the weekend went so well they decided to dominate me regularly. Susan wakes me up every Friday night after Mark goes to sleep. She ties me to a chair, strips, and plays with herself in front of me for a couple of hours. Arnold watches us through a video camera attached to the computer. Every other month or so Arnold comes over to spend the weekend. It was exciting at first, but it’s numbing now. I know that Susan is never going to fuck me again, so her sexual teasing became pointless. Be careful what you wish for, you might just get it. I do what she commands just so she doesn’t leave and take Mark with her.
One Monday, I found a note on the table while I was preparing my breakfast. “Get the last week of March off of work. You’re taking me to a cabin in the Poconos so that Arnold and I can have a great week together. We have a surprise planned for you.” Great. I get to spend a week watching them fuck like rabbits in the honeymoon capital of Pennsylvania. I knew better than to argue, so I arranged to get the week off. At least she gave me some notice.
I got home from work on the Friday before the trip to find that Susan sitting on the living room sofa watching television. She looked up and commanded, “Go upstairs and take your clothes off. Bring the suitcases downstairs and pack up all of your bondage equipment.”
“Where’s Mark?”
“I’ve already dropped him off at Aunt Sally’s.”
“Oh.” I went upstairs, got undressed, and brought the suitcases downstairs. I went into the basement and packed all of my bondage equipment into two large plastic tubs. I brought the tubs upstairs.
Susan was still watching television. She commanded, “Go upstairs and put some work clothes on and cut the grass.”
I went upstairs and put on some work clothes. I went out and cut the grass. It was the first time since last fall, and it took a few pulls to get the lawn mower started. I cut a little grass but mostly mulched the leaves that were on the ground over the winter. After I finished, I was going into the kitchen to get a couple of glasses of water when I heard Susan command, “Come over here.”
I went into the living room.
Susan looked up and asked, “Does the yard look nice?”
“Yes Susan.”
“You stand there, I’m going to check.” Susan got up and went outside. I put my hands behind my back. She came back in with a piece of trash paper in her hand. “Look what I found in the yard! How could you miss this?”
I knew the trash came from one of our neighbor’s yards, but it didn’t matter. I looked at the floor and answered, “I’m sorry Susan.”
“You sure are sorry. Take this.” Susan handed me the trash. “Throw it away, then wash your hands. Load and start the dishwasher. Put your work clothes in the washer and stand there. After the washer finishes, put your clothes in the dryer and stand there. Put your work clothes away, unload the dishwasher, and come check with me.”
“Yes Susan.” I went in the kitchen and washed my hands. I loaded the dishwasher, and started it. I went to the washing machine in the basement, took off my work clothes, threw them in, and started it. I stood in front of the washer with my hands behind my back, in case Susan came downstairs to check on me. I wanted to take a shower but I knew with both the dishwasher and the washer running that there wouldn’t be any hot water.
When the washer finished, I took out the clothes and put them in the dryer. I stood in front of the dryer while the clothes dried. The radiating warmth made me feel a little better. I took the clothes out of the dryer and put them away in my bedroom. I came back downstairs and unloaded the dishwasher.
Susan turned off the television and came into the kitchen. “Go get three pieces of rope and wait for me in the basement.”
I got three pieces of rope from one of the plastic tubs and went downstairs. Susan had gotten herself a slice of chocolate cake and a glass of milk. She put her snack down by her computer. “Get the punishment chair, and put it in front of your computer. I’ll be too busy tonight to torment you. Instead of watching me, you can watch your porn pictures.”
Susan found the punishment chair while she was out at a yard sale. It’s an old wooden dining room chair with straight legs. The back of the chair is made of five straight wooden slats with a four-inch top piece. The seat is perfectly flat, with no contour. I moved the comfy office chair to the side and put the punishment chair in front of my computer.
Susan tacks a black sheet of coarse sandpaper to the seat of the chair with a hammer and thumbtacks. She grins at me. “I picked this up while I was at Home Depot. I thought you’d enjoy this extra punishment tonight. I know I will. Sit down.”
I sit down on the sandpaper. It’s not too bad as long as I don’t move.
Susan ties my ankles to the chair legs, and stands up. “Start up your slide show, then put your hands behind the chair.”
I turn my computer on and bring up the picture viewer program. I decide I want to look at the smoking pictures tonight, so I bring up the directory of almost 1,000 pictures of topless and naked women smoking. I set the program so that it displays a picture for five seconds, and then shows the next picture in the directory. Once the program’s running, I put my arms behind the chair.
Susan ties my wrists together and to the slat in the middle. She takes her clothes off and sits in front of her computer. I can hear her talk to Arnold on the phone and play Scrabble with him over the computer while I sit and watch the pictures. I was tired when I first sat down, but after a while my cock responds to the pictures. The sandpaper scratches my bottom every time I move so I try to stay still. Sometime during the third time through the photographs I hear Susan hang up the phone and get up from the computer.
Susan stands by the side of the desk where I can see her. She’s naked, with a cigarette in her hand. She puts the ashtray on the desk. “Would you rather watch those pictures or me?”
“You Susan.”
Susan lights the cigarette and takes a puff. She cups her breasts in her hands. “By this time tomorrow, Arnold will be fondling these.” She reaches down and fingers her pussy. “And his hard cock will be pounding me over and over.” She takes a puff of the cigarette. “And how does your ass feel?”
“A little sore, Susan.”
Susan smiles. “Good. Maybe next time you’ll pick up all the trash.” She takes a puff of her cigarette. “I thought you liked watching naked women smoke.”
“I do Susan.”
“Then why is your cock so soft? Susan leans over and blows smoke in my face. “Get your cock hard for me, baby.”
I squirm, and my bottom rubs on the sandpaper. I wince and my cock softens.
Susan smiles. “What’s the matter? I thought you liked having smoke blown in your face.” She takes a puff. “Maybe if I touch your cock with the cigarette I’ll get a reaction. “
I watch as she holds the cigarette just over the head of my cock, then takes it away.
Susan finishes her cigarette. “I guess that you didn’t like watching me smoke after all. I’ll leave you with your pictures, then.” She puts the cigarette out and puts the ashtray next to the computer. “Good night.” She goes upstairs and turns out the light.
I watch the pictures. The smoke from the ashtray bothers me for a little while. Whenever I get sleepy, my bottom rubs against the sandpaper and I wake up again. I’m finally so exhausted that I fall asleep for a while. It’s brighter in the room when I wake up. I watch the pictures and try to remain still.
Susan comes downstairs. She’s still naked. She gets a cigarette from the desk and lights it. She takes a puff. “Would you like to watch me smoke a cigarette?”
I’m hungry and tired, my bottom’s sore, and I need a shower. I’d rather do almost anything else, but I don’t want to get Susan mad. “Yes Susan.”
Susan takes a puff of the cigarette. “Your cock is so tiny. Are you sure you enjoy watching a naked woman smoke?
“Yes Susan, I enjoy watching a naked woman smoke.”
Susan leans over and blows smoke in my face. “Good. Enjoy yourself.” She smokes the cigarette. She puts the cigarette out and tells me, “I’m going upstairs to take a shower. When I come back, I’ll untie you. Put everything away, take a shower, and get dressed. Pack up the car, and we’ll get going.”
I could hear the water running upstairs while Susan took a shower. It seemed like she was taking forever. She came downstairs and untied me. I put the punishment chair away, and cleaned the ashtray. I took a quick shower, as Susan used almost all of the hot water. I got dressed and loaded the van. The morning sun felt nice on my skin. The drive to the Poconos was uneventful. I enjoyed the scenery while Susan listened to her CD’s. We stopped once to refuel and have lunch.
We arrived at the cabin just before dinner. It was very secluded. I got our stuff from the van and brought it inside. Arnold was already here. He and Susan kissed while I put the suitcases in the bedroom. The bedroom walls were light pink. There was a large four-poster bed in the middle of the room. When I came out, there was an attractive woman standing with Arnold and Susan.
Arnold introduced us. “Julie, this is Steve. Steve, Julie invited us to spend the weekend in her cabin. You’ll be entertaining her while Susan and I enjoy ourselves.”
Susan commanded, “Get their bags and bring them inside. Julie’s bedroom is across from ours. Put your bondage stuff in Julie’s bedroom. When you get everything inside, take off your clothes, put your ankle restraints on, get a pair of handcuffs, and come back into the living room.”
I unloaded Arnold’s car, and finished unloading our van. Julie’s bedroom was a little larger. The walls were a light green. The headboard and footboard on her bed were made with a dozen round wooden slats and a large top piece. They looked like wooden prison bars. I got the ankle restrains and put them on. I picked up a pair of handcuffs and went into the living room. Arnold, Susan, and Julie were sitting on the sofa smoking.
Julie grinned. “I’ve never seen ankle restraints like that except in prison movies. I’m going to have fun this week.”
Susan commanded. “Turn around so Julie can see your ass.”
I turned around. I had no idea what it looked like. I looked out the back window until I heard Susan command, “Turn around and kneel down in front of Julie and I.”
I turned around and knelt down in front of the sofa.
Julie locked my wrists together with the handcuffs and put an ashtray in my hands. She commanded, “Hold this for us.” She took a puff of her cigarette. “Tell me everything Susan did to you last night.”
