You should read Part 1 first to understand this story.
Part 2.
I was struggling to absorb all of the shocking information that had overwhelmed my mind. My body was still coming down from the most thrilling experience of my life. Jim had lied to me and deceived me. He had been unhappy with the sex we'd had for years. He had tortured me with the flogger and let other men see me naked and lick my pussy and spank me. How could he do that? Didn't he love me? Didn't he respect me?
I turned my head away from him and broke into tears. My world, my life, had been ripped apart along some very important seams: my love for Jim, his love for me, what was proper in bed, what I really wanted from sex.
Jim was silent while I cried it all out. He spooned against my back and wrapped one arm around my belly. I didn't respond. I couldn't formulate lucid thoughts. Exhaustion overcame me and I fell asleep.
When I awakened, I was still in the room at The Oasis. I remember Jim helping me in the shower and the sting when he tried to dry my derriere. I remember trying to dress while stumbling in confusion. I remember all of the cast members of the day's performance waving goodbye at the door - Vicky, Emil, Hans and Sergei all beaming with pride. On the way home, Jim looked a bit concerned and focused on his driving. I assume my face was a blank, since my mind was.
I told Jim I needed time to think and went into our bedroom and closed the door. I wanted to recall the events of the day and try to make sense of them. I had been massaged and brought to orgasm by a stranger. I had masturbated in a strange bathtub. I had been stripped, threatened and spanked hard by two other strangers. I had been restrained, punished with a flogger, teased and sodomized by my husband, while he pretended to be a different man.
And, I had also been transported to a new world of sexual pleasure and satisfaction. Just the memories of the day's orgasms were enough to bring me to full arousal. Part of me desperately wanted to do it all over again. I knew I had been changed and could never go back.
Jim's face was full of concern when I came out of the bedroom. He was frightened that he had offended me. He couldn't read my mood because I didn't know what my mood was. "Let's sit down" I said. I had a lot of questions.
"First, was this whole birthday gift massage thing really just a way to trick me into doing wild, sexual things that I had previously not done?"
He didn't want to admit it, but that was the truth. He tried to put a better spin on it.
"Christy, darling, for four years I've tried to get you to experiment, to try new things in bed. I understand your reluctance and don't want to ever force you to do something you don't like just to please me. You seemed interested in erotic stories and films that include bondage and pain and submission, but you wouldn't try to experiment with me. When Paul told me what he and Maria did at The Oasis I realized that in a different environment, exposed to new opportunities and temptations, you might let yourself go and discover new pleasures. Did you discover new pleasures?"
He was certainly correct about that.
"Yes, Jim. I discovered and learned lots of new things - about sex and about myself. Most of it was wonderful. But, why the charade? Why the costume and funny voice and threats? Did you really shave your dick and balls just to fool me? You had me terrified. It would have been much easier and less emotional for me if I had known it was you."
He smiled because he knew he had me there.
"That's right. Much of your excitement today came from real fear - the pleasure came from real pain. If you'd known it was me you'd have to fake your way through it. Just acting scared and hurt. You'd miss the real, legitimate emotions. And you'd miss the fantastic pleasure that you obviously enjoyed. I have never seen you scream through an orgasm like that before. You passed out from an overload of pleasure. Wasn't that worth the earlier fear and pain?"
I didn't want to answer that question. It had been a day of extraordinary pleasure and physical satisfaction. I was sitting on the couch feeling fully sexually satisfied and content. But he had deceived me! He had truly frightened me. He had beaten me with a flogger. Was it worth it? I couldn't decide and told him I had to think about it. I could see he was disappointed. I slept soundly through the night, but with scary dreams. Poor Jim. I'm sure he expected some great sex that night, but I was too exhausted.
Two nights later, he dropped another surprise.
"By the way, part of the service from the Oasis was to record everything that happened to you and give it to us. I have the complete video on this flash memory drive they sent me today."
"Oh my God! You had them record me naked, being spanked, being tied up - and being fucked in the...? How could you do that to me? Give me that memory chip so I can destroy it. Did they keep a copy of it?"
Again, Jim seemed surprised by my reaction. He couldn't understand a woman's need for privacy in sexual matters. "But, Christy. What's the problem? This will be a great memory for us to share many times in the future. Surely, you appreciate how much you changed this week. Sexually, you are a new person. We can delete any scenes you want, but I want to keep the scenes with you being pleasured over and over. Your last orgasm was thrilling to watch. It made me so happy to give you that pleasure. Please. Can we wait a month and then decide what to do with it?"
I gave in on the video and made him store it in our home safe. In the following days, I recalled many of the events at The Oasis. My shock at being spanked - and the warmth that resulted. My fear when the master threatened me with the flogger. The sharp pain of the nipple clamps. The excitement of the cunnilingus from Sergei. The mind-blowing masturbation tub. The confusion of pain and pleasure when the flogger assailed my vulva. The world-changing pleasure of having a pulsing vibrator in my pussy while a cock filled my rectum.
Eventually, it was time to decide what to do about the video. Jim desperately wanted to keep it and I had lost much of my shame and disgust toward its contents. In fact, I had become curious about it. My memories of that day were, appropriately, mixed and uncertain. I wanted to know what had really happened from an objective point of view.
We agreed to watch it one Saturday afternoon when we would have time to watch the whole four hour performance. I prepared some sandwiches and snacks and we cuddled together on the couch with the laptop. It was a very eye-opening experience. I got to see the other Christy who had the courage to try new things and to even risk pain in pursuit of her goals. I liked her.
The video was very good quality. They had lots of cameras around my 'suite' at The Oasis and edited the recordings to be a continuous record of my day, switching from camera to camera as the action dictated. Watching Sergei's massage with his special attention to my pussy was certainly arousing. They had even recorded his question about 'more' with his tongue sliding between his lips. Watching my face contort in orgasm almost repeated the experience. I could recall the feeling of satisfaction as he carried me to the bed.
I was afraid of Jim's reaction to seeing me being fondled by Sergei and how much I had enjoyed it. I looked, and Jim was smiling broadly. I asked him how he felt about seeing the scene. He said he really did enjoy seeing me being pleasured by another man. Wow. I had never really considered that before.
He, then, explained one other aspect of the day that I hadn't known. He had been there, all day, in an observation room with the video equipment - watching me in real time. He had seen me expose my naked body to Sergei and say yes when he had asked me if I wanted more. He had seen Emil and Hans strip me of my robe, insert the butt plug, bind me to the cross and fondle me. He had sat there - and loved it!
And, I was enjoying watching the action and reliving the feelings of that day. I was very wet by the end of the massage scene, almost came watching myself in the soaking tub and then actually did come when I saw them strap me to the cross. I was reliving the thrills of that day and having only vague memories of the fear and pain. Even the spanking scene was an ambiguous memory. Yes, it had really hurt a lot. But viewed from the outside, the stimulation was obvious.
I giggled when 'Master Diablo' crashed through the door. It was obvious, then, that it was Jim. The silly mask and helmet and disguised voice seemed like a Halloween costume. But the video-Christy bound to the cross was obviously really frightened. Her plea to stop was absolutely genuine. I could still feel the echo of that fear - and the excitement it created.
The flogging scene brought home to me the reality of the mixture of pain and punishment and pleasure. Jim had swung the leather straps with enough force to sting, but not cause severe pain. He told me he had practiced on his own bare leg. I again felt the shock when he swung the flogger into my crotch and video-Christy screamed. I was panting just as hard watching the video as I had been at The Oasis. I found myself rubbing my mound through my pants. Jim noticed.
