This story precedes Part 1, it is how Nancy coordinates the event in the first chapter. As always, I hope you enjoy. Feedback is welcome.
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'Whap' the sound of my cane striking her flesh, and her screaming out. This was the hardest strike yet and I was feeling certain that she was close to yelling her safe word. I let the pain from the cane across her upper thighs settle in as I think about how Nancy and I had ended up with her restrained before me.
Nancy and I have been playing for a number of years, having met through an online kink site nearly a decade ago and getting to know each other. Our relationship has evolved over the years to the point we are at now close friends (and more obviously).
Nancy is happily married and has a wonderful relationship with her husband Richard. But she was missing something in her relationship and had come close to leaving him because of it. Her husband is very vanilla (almost beyond vanilla). He seldom had a desire for sex when they first met, and once they learned that Nancy was not able to have children his desire for sex diminished even more. Which was not all that satisfying for her, not only did Nancy have a more regular sexual appetite but she had started to yearn for other things.
Nancy had started pursuing her kinky side online, exploring and learning as best she could. After her and I met via the online site, we had gotten to know each other some and I had eventually convinced her to attend a local munch and she was soon a regular at the munches. She had not hidden anything from Richard, he knew of her exploration and that she attended munches. The more she was involved in the community, the more she learned, the more she knew she needed more.
Nancy had started to get depressed; she could never cheat on or lie to Richard, but she knew that she needed more that he was able (or was willing at any rate) to provide. Nancy was certain that when she finally talked to him about her needs he would want a divorce.
Richard eventually got Nancy to discuss why she was so depressed, she finally told him that she desired more than to just research her kinks and to meet people with similar interests. She explained to Richard as best she could that she had realized she had a submissive streak and that she longed for a man to dominate her, to control her. She also was certain she was somewhat masochistic, and she longed to learn more about that. She had experimented some on herself, but she did not find that to be very satisfying.
When Nancy completed explaining her desires to Richard, all he did was tell her that he was aware of her desires, or most of them at any rate. He informed her that he had been thinking about the situation; he loved Nancy dearly and did not want to lose her, but he knew that what she desired was not something he would be able to provide. As much as he may want to, it just was not in him. He then told her that he wondered if she were able to find a partner locally to pursue her desires and needs, would she be willing to stay with him. Nancy could not believe it, she never once even thought of suggesting something like that to him and was excited that he was open to something other than her ignoring her desires or divorce.
Richard had some stipulations of course; he must meet the man and he would have the ability to put an end to things at any time (primarily if he felt it was unsafe for Nancy). She would hide nothing from him, he was not interested in the details, but he did not want to know where she would be and when she would be home. She now would occasionally spend the night with Richards blessing.
By this time, Nancy and I were good friends and I was friends with Richard as well. I attended barbeques and other such parties at their place and they at mine at times. One day Nancy called me and asked if I was free for lunch, she had something she wanted to discuss. When we met, she told me of the discussion with her husband and wondered if I would consider being her play Dom. She already trusted me, well enough to at least enough for her to start exploring her kinks. Once I was over my shock of what she had told me, we discussed it in more detail and came to an agreement.
That was roughly seven years ago, and we are still together. Nancy and I get together three or four times a month (sometimes more, sometimes less). Nancy desired sex as well as to explore her "kinky side". I had helped her explore her kinks and I pushed her limits as well as introduced her to other kinks (some worked for us some did not).
'Whap, whap' two quick strikes to across her ass causing another scream. "Thease thtop!"she cries out, my response 'WHAP' a solid strike diagonally across her ass. More screaming and begging me to stop once again. 'WHAP, WHAP, WHAP' the cane striking her thighs firmly again. Nancy screams out louder causing me to once again be glad that I had spent the time and money soundproofing this room. Early on in our playing I learned that Nancy could be very vocal and that she liked being able to just let it out. The first couple of times we were together I was somewhat surprised that I did not get a knock on my door from a policeman.
I admire Nancy's body as I let the last couple of strikes sink in and give her a short break (and cause her to wonder what is coming up next). Nancy has long legs leading up to a well-rounded and firm ass. She works out a few times a week and is into hiking and biking, which keeps her body finely toned. Nancy has small but firm B cup breasts with small areolas and smallish pink nipples. Although her nipples are not very large in diameter, they can get quite long (wonderful for nipple clamps). Her breasts, chest, and face are covered in light colored freckles over her ivory white skin. She has long red hair with lots of curls that she is always trying to get I control.
In my opinion Nancy has a lovely pussy with smallish pink lips with a large clit that can get very, very wet. She keeps her pussy waxed, well usually at any rate. She had been instructed from the start to keep her pussy waxed and that it was to be smooth any time we got together. She had arrived here one time and her pussy was not smooth so she had been punished; and believe it or not she showed up the next time with a big grin on her face and I soon learned that her pussy was much hairier than the last time (she admitted afterward that she had not shaved the entire time as she wanted to push me to punish her more severely). But needless to say, I discovered it that physical punishment was not much of a deterrent or method to control her.
I set the cane down onto the table nearby and pick up a riding crop. Walking around to the front of her, I start lightly striking her chest and stomach with the crop. The crop landing in random locations on her body, from her tits to just over her pussy. The strikes slowly getting harder and slower until she starts moaning out (in pleasure and pain) with each one and finally yells out "Thlease!! Thease thtop I am thething thou!"
Or course I know she does not really mean it, she knows her safe words well but I do know that she is getting close to using 'yellow' and I like keeping her on that fine line with her trying to decide if she should use it.
I step back, set the crop on the table and decide it is time to take a few pictures, she loves to see pictures later. Nancy's hair is tied off to a rope that is looped through a ring in the ceiling with a metal loop present at the end of the lead. Her arms are extended over her head and there is a rope between each wrist cuff and the metal ring on the rope binding her hair. The rope between her hair and wrists is tight with her feet flat on the floor; this causes her to pull her own hair if she moves away from whatever is striking her lovely body or if her arms jerk.
In addition, she has a clover clamp on each nipple with a small chain between her nipples. Another clover clamp is on her tongue with another small chain leading from it to the chain between her nipple clamps. The chain between her tongue and nipples is snug when Nancy is looking at the floor, so any time she jerks her head she pulls on the chains, causing the clamps not only to tug on her nipples and tongue, but to tighten as well. This causes her requests for help to sounds more like 'Thease thtop" and other such delightful words/sounds. The final touch is a blindfold, so she is forced to try to listen to me moving to try to anticipate where I may strike her.
Slowly and lightly rubbing the crop from her stomach, up her torso and across her breasts. I then tap the chain a few times, watching her nipples tugged up as I listen to her grunt.
I start striking her breasts with the crop firmly, first one tit then the next in a steady rhythm. Her tits are turning bright red and she is panting and moaning. From my experience with Nancy, this far into a session the crop barely hurts her. Well the individual slaps do not but listening to her I can tell that the repeated strikes is causing her tits to burn with a dull pain.
When her tits are all a nice shade of red I stop and lay the crop on her nipples, the chain supporting it. "Do not let that cane fall off, do you understand?" I ask her.
"Theth Thir" I smile as she tries to say yes Sir with her tongue clamped and note that her tongue is getting dry again.
I grab a water bottle, release the clamp from her tongue (holding the chain up so the crop does not fall) and stick the straw into her mouth "Drink" I command her. She starts sucking on the straw, drinking water madly. I suddenly pull the straw from her lips, water dripping down onto her chest as I do. "Tongue out" I tell her and hook the clamp back onto her tongue.
I walk across the room, the tap of my shoes and Nancy's panting the only sounds that can be heard. Over the years, I had turned a large room in my basement into a well-stocked play dungeon with the help of Nancy and a few other special friends. There is now a good selection of toys, equipment, and furniture for play. There is also a large flat screen television with a nice sound system and a comfortable couch in one corner. There is refrigerator and microwave stocked with refreshments and snacks. Collecting a cup with ice cubes I return to Nancy.
I watch Nancy as I walk quietly across the room, her head turning to the side to listen for me, each time she turns her head, it pulls her nipples up and she grimaces some. I can tell that her arms are beginning to tire as she keeps having to lift them up again when her hair is pulled to hard; It is close to release her.
