My Dear Readers,
Disclaimer:
What I write is fiction/fantasy/fairy tales for adults. None of my characters are real, no one was injured during the production of my stories and just like on T.V., they all get up when the scene is over, have a beer, remove the makeup and go home, ready to return in the next chapter, all the boo boos healed.
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Enjoy.
Dom Woolf
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Summer doldrums gripped Rodger here he was on a two week paid vacation and thanks to the economy he didn't have enough spare money to really do anything. That's when he decided to have a really good bondage and punishment session with his wife Carol. After all if she hadn't spent so much money over the last six months he would have been able to at least take a few days and go camping or something.
Carol knew something was up, she could hear Rodger whistling and the sound of furniture being moved. She decided to check on her husband, but as she walked into the living room a strong pair of hands grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her back. She felt the cuffs lock into place on her wrists and started to twist away but he had her. Even though she knew better she started to plead with Rodger, no sooner had she opened her mouth when the ball gag was pressed into her lips and the pressure on her lower teeth forced her mouth open wide. In it popped and Rodger fastened the Velcro fastening tight.
The bag over her head was a new thing and Carol wasn't really comfortable with it but it wasn't as if she could protest. She felt her self lifted and carried then set down. Judging from the echo this had to be the doorway between the living room and the den. She felt her cuff released but another took its place immediately. This one was leather and thicker, padded on the inside; Carol recognized it as the leather cuffs Rodger had made last year. She felt her arm lifted and hooked to a chain. She tried to twist away but in moments the other cuff was on her wrist and her arm raised and hooked as well.
Carol couldn't see her husband but she could hear him as she struggled in her bondage. The thuds of heavy bags, the zippers as he opened them and the quiet sounds as he laid out his toys on the living room table, all told the tale of the session she was about to experience. Carol could already feel the moisture gather between her legs.
His strong hands gripped her calves and she could feel the ankle cuffs going on and tightening one at a time. Carol knew what was next, he would clip carabineers on the cuffs connected to the ropes he ran through the eyelets fastened to beams in the wall. He would use those to slowly, pull apart her legs. Depending on his mood he would spread her for either easy access or if he was angry with her, he would spread her until it hurt and her arms would have to take up the slack of keeping her erect which would hurt even more. Fortunately for her he must not have been too mad because he only forced her legs apart about three feet, uncomfortable but not yet painful.
"Today is Wednesday." With those cryptic words he walked away.
Carol tried to remember why Wednesday was important. The memory sat there in the darkness of the back of her mind but she wasn't able to coax it out into the light.
She heard the sounds of the living room curtains slowly opening and as the light from the back yard hit her so too did the memory crawl out into the light of day in her mind. 'Oh God!' Wednesday was the day the young good looking college boy came and cleaned the pool. It was also the afternoon that the Hispanic gardener and his helper came and cut the grass and weeded the garden.
Carol could feel her husband standing in front of her, studying her like a specimen he was about to dissect. He powerful hands grasped her tits through the dress and squeezed. Next he grasped the top of her button down dress and slowly one button at a time ripped it apart. She could hear the sound of each little plastic button as it popped off her dress and fell to the floor.
Rodger pulled the bag from over her head and released the ball gag, but the relief was short lived as he immediately forced a cock ring gag into her mouth and buckled it in place.
Rodger knew she hated the ring gag. Not only did she drool uncontrollably while it was in her mouth but it signaled to her that her mouth was going to be used anytime Rodger wanted and there was nothing she could do but suck and try to breath as much as he would let her.
Carol looked down at the ruins of the top part of her dress. Rodger had torn it down to her waist leaving ripped material and a gap that showed off her breasts still confined in her bra. Rodger reached around from behind her and started playing with her breasts through the bra cups. His squeezing and rubbing had the effect he wanted and Carol's nipples grew hard, hard enough that he could grasp them through the material. He pinched the right nipple and pulled until the bra cup pulled away from her breast, that's when he produced the scissors and cut a nice round hole in the cup just big enough for her nipple and areola to fit through. He quickly did the same with the left breast, and then came around to admire his handy work. He took out the camera he had gotten for his birthday and began to snap digital photos.
"You look so nicely obscene, with your dress half torn off and drooling on your exposed titties, but it's missing something. Ahh, I know." Rodger put the camera down and lifted the bottom of the dress. Once again he began the slow pulling apart of her clothes, tearing the dress until it hung open and spread revealing her entire front. Rodger stopped and took more pictures.
"Still not quite right!" he was muttering to himself. He reached over and tugged Carol's thin panties twisting and pulling them until they were wedged inside her pussy lips and up the crack of her ass. He took more pictures, walking behind her and lifting the torn remnants of her dress away from her body to get the shots he wanted.
"Perfect!" Rodger smiled as he reviewed his footage. "I'll be right back!
Carol hung by her chains, totally exposed to the back yard while Rodger disappeared into the den. Minutes later the big screen TV in the living room came on with a montage of Carol pics, showing her as she fixed breakfast this morning, then cuffed, and bagged, then with the torn dress, the cut bra, the completely torn apart outfit, and finally the panty shots.
Over and over changing every few seconds the montage played on the big screen.
That's when Carol heard the sound of the big pickup pulling into the driveway and all too soon the sound of the side gate opening and closing. She followed the whistling around to the back of the house and there he was, tall, tanned slightly longish brown hair, well muscled in his wife beater tee shirt and shorts. Cliff was home from college for the summer earning summer money by doing pool cleanings.
Cliff unloaded the equipment and the poles and chemicals he had brought with him without ever once glancing at the house. Suddenly Carol noticed that the TV screen had changed from the montage loop to a live motion picture. The shot showed Carols suspended body from behind and looking past her the scene of the muscular pool boy setting up his equipment. The camera zoomed in his tight butt as he knelt down to do something in the pool and lingered as it slowly panned from his naked legs, over his shorts pulled tight by his position and the up his well tanned and tight tee shirted back.
The TV went dark but Carol knew the camera was still filming as Cliff turned for the first time towards the house. She imagined Rodger staying in tight focus on the boy's face as he caught his first look at the tied and ravaged housewife.
"Mrs. West?' Cliffs normally baritone voice had gone up an octave. Cliff started to rush towards the open door, then slowed and proceeded cautiously in to the room peering around for rapists or home invaders or something.
"Mrs. West, are you alright?" Carol nodded her head, yes.
"Of course she's alright, Cliffy. Rodgers voice boomed out from the kitchen. He must have gone the long way around because there he came bearing a couple of bottles of beer.
"Carol's just being punished for a long list of little things she neglected or put off or got sloppy about. It's the little things you have to nip in the bud so they don't become big things." Rodger handed the astounded young man a beer. "Little things like the laundry she put off last week so my favorite shirt was dirty when I went looking for it the other day."
Carol hung her head, now she knew what kind of session this was going to be.
"And dinner, supposed to be at 6pm on the dot. Twice last week it was late because she was on the internet chatting with her friends and forgot the time." Rodger nudged Cliff. "It's not like there's a little clock right there in the corner of the screen or anything."
"So it's the little things that you have to correct right away or else they become big things. Your not married or engaged or something are ya boy?" Cliff shook his head. Rodger smiled. During his entire tirade Cliff's eyes hadn't left Carol's half naked body once. "You'll learn. Women need a firm hand. And Carol most of all. Don't ya sweetie?"
Carol nodded. She couldn't help but notice the bulge in the shorts of the young man, as he stood not two feet from her.
"Now, normally, I would just put her over my knee." Rodger was saying. "But things have gone on a little too long; so today I decided she needed a real strong lesson and nothing helps a lesson be remembered as much as when she gets humiliated before she gets punished! Hence the torn dress, the cut outs on the bra and of course letting you see her get punished before I let her beg your forgiveness and beg you to fuck her."
"Excuse me?" Cliff was so startled he actually looked away for a couple of seconds.
