Author's note: As sometimes happens, there is some disagreement over my choice of categories. Indeed, this story set could as easily be under BDSM, Fetish, Couplings, or possibly Incest. I chose Loving Wives because in my mind, the focus is on Silvia, not on the peripherals. I prefer to keep the entire story line under a single category. That may change in the future, but not in this set.
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Sammy woke at his usual early time, got himself breakfast and a cup of coffee, then retreated to his bedroom. The sun was shining against his window and he didn't completely trust the sunshield he had applied, so he just cracked the blinds a little to look out. Silvia's house appeared to still be dark. Had he pushed too hard and when she came to her senses she decided she was done? He had been careful to get her permission at each step, or at least willing cooperation. Still, if she called the police it would be her word against his. He decided to take his shower.
Returning to the window a half hour later, he realized the sun was on his window at an angle that helped hide what was in the room. He unplugged his camera from the charger and attached it to the lens before opening the blinds. He got another cup of coffee, which he rarely did, but his nerves were a little on edge from last night. What he had done was not something most people would think was ok.
About 15 minutes later, he learned that the person most affected, Silvia, seemed to be fine with things. She walked from the living room to the glass door, looked at his window and smiled, then went into the kitchen. The mundane process of eating a bowl of cereal became his work of art as he took picture after picture of his naked neighbor standing at the glass door and simply eating.
Following the meal, she disappeared, then returned with the yardstick. The chair at the end of the table was moved out of the way and she bent over. He was sure some of the swats did not catch the full flat side, but she did her 50 swats, 5 to each cheek at a time. At 40 she was squirming, by 44 hesitating, and by 47 bouncing at her knees, her well rounded ass cheeks bouncing at the same time. As she stood and rubbed her ass, he took some last pictures, then went out to do some shopping.
Lunch was similar. She stood in front of the window to eat, then bent over the table to swat herself. The sensitivity set in sooner and he was interested in watching when she hesitated near the end. Sammy smiled. That could be used in other ways, he thought.
During the afternoon his mind was working. He had about a month until Stacy and Justin got home from college. In that time, he wanted to get the fullest use out of his neighbor and have her wanting more in the fall when they went back to school. As he compiled the slide shows he wanted from last night, he thought ahead to his plans for tonight. His cock was straining against his pants in seconds.
Part of him wondered if he should back out. He had caused a married woman to cheat on her husband, and the fact she was pretty and willing really did not make it right. The problem was that he provided what her husband refused to provide. Then there was the bonus of having so much power over her. Tonight he would fuck her in her own bed, and tomorrow her husband would sleep in that very bed. He knew she would be thinking of him, not her husband. Mixed feelings accompanied that knowledge.
Her dinner was slightly more complicated, because there were more parts to it. She would hold up her plate, then turn to put it down and pick up her glass. Her ass was so nice he took a lot of pictures from that direction. When she finished and bent over the table for her last 50 swats, the sun was shining in, lighting up her ass and he could zoom to see not only individual marks, an inch wide and several inches long, but the accumulating pink that made her entire ass seem to glow. As he expected, she began hesitating at 30, the sensitivity now increased to the point she was feeling a severe sting with each strike. She did complete her 50, though, and he realized she was truly devoted to whatever commands he gave her.
As the sun was setting, he went out again, this time really taking pictures of the sunset because it was that amazing. In his pocket he had the gift he had bought for Silvia. He was even going to push her terror limit, to see how she would deal with it. The main gift, though, would be fucking her in that bed.
He waited until it was dark enough to avoid a cursory look and moved back up the gap between back fences. He opened her gate and went into the yard. Even from where he was, he could see the back door was open several inches. In the dim darkness beyond the glass, in the soft glow of a night light he didn't remember, was the shape of a kneeling woman with hair falling over her neck.
Sammy strode purposefully across the yard and through the door, turning to close and lock it before looking down on the waiting woman. "I have a gift for you, slave." He walked behind her and pulled it from his pocket.
She didn't move, but flinched a little, as she felt the dog collar wrap around her neck. The buckle made it snug, but safe. She was confused by the slight tugging after the buckle was in place and stiffened noticeably when she heard the soft sound of a small lock being closed. "Master?"
He moved in front of her and lowered himself to one knee. "Give me your rings, then you may feel it." She did as he directed and when her hands reached the back of her neck she felt the small lock. She had locked a gag yesterday, and he found she had accidentally locked the buckle instead of the prepared prong, but this prong had no ringlet. Her eyes widened as she touched the lock again and found he had slipped it through one of the holes beyond the buckle. There was no way to pull the end through the buckle while that lock was in place.
Sammy had pulled a split ring out of his pocket, a leftover from the last time his parents had taken their cars for service. Carefully opening the end, he slid the rings on and spun it around until the rings were comletely held by the item, then he spun it onto the leash ring of the collar.
"Lead me to your bedroom," He ordered.
She got up, silent but nervous, and led him up the stairs. As she entered the room, she turned on the light showing that the room was as he ordered. The blankets were in a corner, leaving only the fitted sheet on the bed. A new package with 100 feet of rope was at the foot of the bed. A picture in a frame showing her husband holding her from behind was on the nightstand, angled to face toward the middle of the bed.
His head nodded and she smiled. "Very good, slave Silvia. Go look in the mirror."
She did, leaning forward slightly. The red dog collar was almost an inch wide. What held her attention, though, was the small metal ring holding her wedding rings to the leash ring. A series of rings, from wedding to collar, showing her progression from wife to slave. She was only sad it couldn't be all with the same man.
She saw him as he walked up behind her. He told her to spread her legs and then his hand was between them. Two fingers slid easily into her.
