It may assist your understanding of this story to have a road map of the UK for this chapter.
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It was no surprise to Matt that when he returned from work the next day, Beth's car was in the drive. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the act that he had to give. Beth had heard his car and was waiting for him in the kitchen where she was preparing a meal. He smiled genuinely at her and opened his arms to her.
"Beth, it's so good to see you home, I've missed you." She came into his arms. Matt thought he may have caught a little hesitation at first.
"It's good to be home. I am so sorry that I had so little notice. Did you manage to eat well?" Matt didn't answer her question but held her tight and claimed a kiss. The kiss seem to satisfy Beth that her husband had no ill-feelings and she returned the kiss happily, Matt felt that there was a little more enthusiasm than usual. Probably trying to convince him that she was still his loving wife. Their lips parted and Beth laid her head on his shoulder, still enfolded in his arms.
"I have missed you, Matt. Missed being held in your arms and feeling you close. I love you so much." This could have been more emotion that she had ever shown previously, or it could be guilt, Matt didn't know, but acted as if it was a loving wife he held.
"I managed with the meals you left in the freezer, but I am looking forward to this evening's meal, it smells delicious. How did the course go?" Did she stiffen slightly at his question?
"It was interesting, about management and interview techniques. I don't know if it will be of use in my job, but it will look good on my record if they are looking to promote."
"Sounds like a good move." Matt then changed the subject.
"The DWP have renewed the contract for security at your office, by the way." He thought he felt her relax a little, and he let her move back out of his arms.
Beth was torn up inside, she didn't realise how difficult it would be to act normally. She hadn't set out to deceive, that had happened without her realising, more than that she did not even understand how far her deception had gone! But she was thankful that Matt didn't seem to be fazed at all by her absence. She had thought that she would meet this man; who had seemed so genuine on the phone; and to learn more about what she thought was a deferential approach to relationships. She would spend a day with them, and then travel on to Cornwall, where an old school-friend of hers, Barbara lived. Barbara had come to their wedding, but for some reason Matt hadn't been impressed with her, so Beth had never invited Barbara to visit.
The web-site had intrigued her, somehow appealing to a part of her nature she had not thought she possessed. The days after she saw it for the first time were troubled, yet she was drawn back to view it again and again, until finally she picked up the phone and called the number. In her naivety she had not considered that the physical abuse was part of the package. They had met in Ross on Wye, and he introduced her to his wife who he called Gill. They had coffee together, and chatted, she couldn't even remember if he had actually told her his name. Her mind could not recall anything else except she had felt faint. After that she could not recall the days or nights, or how long she spent with them. Yet pictures kept coming, uncalled and unwanted, to her mind.
She busied herself with preparing to serve the meal. Matt had gone upstairs to wash and change. She tried to concentrate on what she was doing but the pictures kept running through her head. Her mind re-playing the scene against her wishes. Any moment she lost concentration and she was back again to her ordeal. There was no recollection of how she got there but she remembered waking up on a sofa in an old house. It was a large room, Victorian, she thought, with heavy oak furniture. The fireplace was typical, a mahogany sill with a huge mirror overhead, tiled surround, and surprisingly a fire burning. Heavy drapes had been drawn across the windows. The man was wearing all black, trousers and shirt, and his wife was kneeling at his feet, totally naked. She was mouthing and worshipping his manhood which was free of his trousers. Beth tried to rise and leave, but found that she was bound, hands and feet. For some reason this didn't bother her too much. The scene in front of her was fascinating even as Beth's instincts reminded her that she should find this shocking. The woman seemed to adore her servitude, licking lovingly around his member, and covering it with her saliva. She used her mouth only, keeping her hands clasped together at her back. Noticing that she was conscious again the man addressed her.
"You see, Elizabeth how happily my servant takes my cock. This is a reward for her as she has behaved badly and her punishment was severe." For the first time Beth noticed the red wheals across the woman's buttocks. He continued.
"Punishment is always a prelude to pleasure, so my servant actually anticipates and accepts the punishment. She submits to me in every way, and I return her acceptance of my dominance by taking care of her, protecting her from the world, providing for her every comfort." He looked down on the woman servicing his penis.
"You may now pleasure yourself. Show Elizabeth how you do it, but you are not allowed to orgasm until I give you permission. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
Beth put two plates to warm, she had grilled Lamb steaks, with new boiled potatoes and vegetables, knowing that Matt had not eaten anything but micro waved meals for the last few days she was determined to get him back onto healthy food. It was all ready, and she waited for Matt to come down. Mistake! The scene started playing once more.
The woman turned to face Beth, opening her legs to reveal her shaved pudenda. She leaned backwards and by tilting her head as far as she could was in a position to take the man's mans penis into her mouth again, but before she did she begged him.
"Master, may I suck your beautiful cock whilst I show myself to Elizabeth?"
"You may, slut." She opened her mouth, and surprised Beth as she swallowed his erect length completely. Beth was sure that the head was in her throat. Her fingers then went to her pussy and began to slip them around the lips, dipping slightly into the warm red depths to gather her juices to facilitate her caressing. Beth would have looked away for the sight was offensive to her but compelling.
Matt came back into the kitchen, saving Beth from her mind's betrayal. She served the meal and Matt's eyes lit up at the food, he went to the refrigerator.
"I think we can celebrate your return with a glass of wine. I know it should be a red, but this Chardonnay will do just as well."
"Just a small glass for me, Matt" Beth had not been brought up to drink wine, or alcohol of any kind. Matt had introduced her to many new things, and wine although very pleasant relaxed her, and at this moment she was frightened of relaxation and what recollections it would bring to her.
As the evening progressed Beth did relax, mainly because Matt didn't challenge her about her absence, and about her not phoning him. She wondered if he felt angry that she had not done so, but as nothing was said she gradually became more comfortable. There was one thorn that she couldn't stop worrying about. She was certain that Matt would want to make love tonight. How would she feel? How could she act the loving wife, when it seemed that she had allowed herself to be taken by that man? Beth could hazily recall the event, but why did it seem as if it had happened to someone else? She was certain that Matt would notice somehow that her vagina was different. In the event Matt only noticed that Beth had reverted to shyly lifting her nightgown allowing him access to her body. Her reactions were normal, seemingly enjoying the act, yet remaining passive, apart from one gasp, that could have been construed as a 'yessss'
The next few days were uneventful. Matt had trouble about the part he was having to play. Many times he wanted to sit Beth down and ask all the questions that burned in his head. He sought refuge in his work, the only place he could rest from the constant pressure. Beth was relieved that she hadn't had to tell too many lies to cover her shame, grateful that Matt didn't seem too bothered about her absence, seemingly accepting the story of a business course. That was the good side. On the bad she was still troubled by the flashbacks, troubled also that she could feel shame and disgust with herself for what happened, and at the same time feel the warmth in her loins, as the scenes played out in her mind.
