Love and Consequence

I'm lying on the couch, thinking about the previous night's sexual adventures... without my husband. Don't get me wrong, he's a great guy and I wouldn't want to hurt him. It's just that after years of marriage I have, at times, found myself needing a little... variety. As I remember the orgasms, my hand wanders down into my panties and my eyes close. My wet pussy is pulsating, wanting so badly to be filled again. My fingers move faster as I near climax, when suddenly, I feel my hair being pulled sharply and my eyes spring open.

"I know what you were doing last night," he says in a deep, serious voice, his eyes piercing in their cold stare.

"W-w-what?" I stammer, confused and scared. I love him, he was never supposed to get hurt.

Silently he yanks me up by the fistful of hair he has grabbed. I yelp, reaching up trying to dislodge his hands as he pulls me across the back of the couch, my stomach resting on the top as my legs kneel on the seat, and my head and arms hang off the back. He releases my hair as blood rushes to my head from this upside-down position. I try to lift myself but feel his strong hand on my back, and before I can test my strength against it he growls "stay still, or I'll walk out and won't be back."

Beginning to cry, I try to figure out how I can explain to him. "I'm so sorry..." I begin,

"Shut up" he barks, as he steps away from me. "I'm not going to leave, but, you are going to pay for cheating on me, right now and any other time I decide."

"You know," he continues as he begins unbuckling his belt, "I'm not even necessarily opposed to you sleeping with another man. But lying, THAT I won't tolerate. So let me make it clear who you belong to, first and foremost."

Hearing the metal rattling as he unbuckles his belt sends a shiver down my spine. I'd always liked it rough, but this was suddenly real, and something about that sound just sent butterflies through my stomach. Before I can gather my thoughts I feel him lift my skirt up, and in one swift movement tug my panties down, and I realise how exposed I am in this position, perched over the back of the couch. The first strike from his doubled over belt catches me by surprise, and I cry out, by reflex trying to push myself back into a sitting position, before I feel him grab a fistful of my hair again and yank me back down.

"Stay still. Either you submit to whatever consequences I feel necessary to make up for what you've done, or I'll walk out that door and you'll never see me again, your choice," he states matter of factly as another blow hits my ass and makes me squeal. He had spanked me before, but always playfully, a lot of strikes but not really trying too hard on any of them. This was different, and I had no doubt he was hitting as hard as he could.

Another three blows land in quick succession, and I scream. "Please stop, I'm sorry, please, lets talk about this," I cry.

"I'll talk, you listen." Another strike, and I struggle to stay in position, my body screaming out to get up and run, but his threat ringing in my ears. I don't want him to leave, anything but that. "You want to see other guys? Fine, you can be a slut. But, when I say so, and how I say so." Another lash. "And since you're apparently so horny, you can be available for me too, whenever I want, and however I want, no more excuses, if you don't want to give it I'll just take it for myself." And another, my hands gripping at the fabric of the couch as I howl, "And finally, since you've proven yourself a liar, and unable to behave like an adult, I feel I must take it upon myself to punish you properly in the future for any bad behaviours."

Three strikes land quickly, one after another, on my already red and raw ass. I scream, tears flooding my eyes while I hang upside down. "Do you understand me?" he asks, quiet and serious. But something about his words clicks with me, and I look up, hesitantly, to see the slightest smile on his face, and glint in his eye that doesn't look as menacing as before. I remember our past conversations, when we've talked about sex and he has expressed a desire to be dominant, but I hesitated. Our sex life was stale but his fantasies always felt awkward. He felt bad hurting me, and it always seemed so fake.

I realise, he's not terribly upset at my cheating. He sees an opportunity. This is what he has wanted for a long time, but felt he couldn't ask for or pull off without awkwardness, and I wouldn't agree anyway. But now, it's real, not awkward and fake, and he feels no guilt because I did, indeed, cheat. He can tie everything back to this real misdeed, and justify that I really do deserve this. It's the perfect opening to his long-ignored fantasies, and I'm not in a great position to refuse him.

"Well?" He asks, growing impatient. "Do you understand me?"

"Answer me one question," I reply, slightly hoarse. "Do you still love me?"

His face visibly softens, and he looks deeply at me. His voice is gentler for a moment as he responds. "We will talk more about this later, but yes, I love you, more than anything else."

"Then yes, I understand, and I accept your terms," I quietly reply, surprised at myself as I begin to realise what I've agreed to. He walks off and I remain on the couch, contemplating what he has said. He spoke about other guys, and about taking what he wanted, and punishment. Butterflies give way to a storm in my stomach as I wonder what all this will mean. But then I feel a drip run down my leg, and I realise for the first time since he grabbed me how wet I am. This can't all be from masturbating earlier, can it?

I hear him return, and feel something being snaked around my neck loosely. As I hear a buckle rattle I realise in horror it's a collar! He must have planned this... how long has he known I've been unfaithful?! I wonder what else he has bought, but I don't have to wait long as a leash is clipped to the D-ring at the front of the collar, and I feel a firm tug.

"Get up," he grunts, his voice having returned to the deep and serious tone it began with. I push myself up, climbing over the back of the couch to stand in front of him. He stares at me a moment, before a sharp sudden pull downwards on the leash sends me off balance, falling to my knees. "When this leash is on, you stay on your knees," he commands before beginning to pull me forward toward the hallway. I crawl behind him, surprised how hard the floor is on my knees.

As we enter the bedroom I feel the now-familiar sensation of his hand in my hair, and suddenly my head is forced toward his crotch, where he had unzipped himself at some point while walking. Before I have a moment to think, he has pushed his hard cock into my mouth, and I almost gag as it hits the back of my throat. I try to pull away, feeling unable to breathe. He pulls my head away by the hair, and suddenly strikes my cheek, restrained but hard enough to shock me, and before I have a chance to realise what's happening his cock is in my mouth again.

Overwhelmed, I pull myself together enough to remember to breathe through my nose, and begin to get into a rhythm with his thrusts, getting control of my gag reflex and beginning to relax into it. He is rock hard as he slams my head down on his cock, and I realise how turned on the earlier spanking had made him. As suddenly as it began, he pulls me off him and shoves me toward the bed.

On the bed is a metal frame, with cuffs in the corners. He quickly sets about strapping my ankles and wrists to it, with no resistance from me. I'm busy considering all of what has happened. It's obvious that this is no one-time affair, he intends to change the dynamic of our marriage permanently. But just how much?

As I watch him strapping me down, I see something else, I realise our sex life was only stale because I let it be. I refused these fantasies for years because it was too awkward, too hard to reconcile our relationship with these actions, but then I turned around and did just as much with other men. It seemed simpler with them, when it's just sex there's no relationship complicating it.

But as I lay here now, I realise, there's something different about this. I trust him, more than I ever could any of the men I cheated with. And that trust, that relationship... I feel a strength of emotion coursing through me that I don't recognise, and can't find words for. But all at once I feel both safer, and more nervous and afraid than ever before. The other men I'd been with before could only touch me on the surface, physically. But my husband, he can reach deeper inside me than I'd ever realised until now.

I am shocked out of my thoughts by his belt smacking against my breasts, and scream in pain as the sting hits my nipples. Again, and a third time it lands, and I instinctively try to roll over, curl up to protect myself, but the cuffs are tight and I feel all too well how vulnerable I now am. I feel tears of pain escaping as two more blows land, leaving bright red markings across my breasts.

"Looks like these restraints will hold well," he comments, as he places the belt down. He touches my pussy, just for a few moments, as if to see how wet I am before he pulls out a blindfold. After securing it, I hear his footsteps leaving the room and with my sense of sight removed I become intensely aware of the feeling of the cuffs on my skin, and the warm pulsating of my pussy, betraying my arousal despite these sudden circumstances. Footsteps quickly return, but, it sounds like more than one set.

"I told some of the guys at work about your betrayal. About how you give a mediocre-at-best performance in bed with me, and then go out slutting around town. They offered to help me out with this first lesson. As I said, if you think you need more cock than me, fine, I can make that happen. But it'll be where I say, and when I say so. Any more lies or sneaking around, and I will sign the divorce papers sitting on my desk right now."

As I take in what his words mean I feel him lean closer to my ear, and in a gentle whisper he continues "I won't watch you take risks with your safety with strangers you don't even know. That may have been the worst part of all of this." He straightens up, and declares "I need a stiff drink, you guys can do as you like with her for the next hour. But first..." and I hear rustling noises and the sound of paper... are they exchanging money over me?!

"Have fun," my husband calls as I hear him walk away, and I realise I don't even know how many people are left in the room, let alone who. And here I am lying spread eagle and soaking wet in front of them. I realise how I must look in front of them and can feel the blood rushing to my face from embarrassment. Meanwhile the men remain strangely silent.

The first hands grab my breasts roughly, as a second set touch my thighs. I whimper as my breasts are painfully squeezed, my nipples tugged, while the hands on my thighs make their way to my pussy. A couple of fingers slide into me and I begin to panic. However, as I open my mouth to protest, or cry out, or something, a hard cock is shoved into my mouth. Is it the same man touching my breasts? No, the angle is wrong, there must be three of them. The cock in my mouth is moving slowly, as a gruff voice says "this will keep her quiet, much more fun than a ball gag anyway."

Suddenly the two fingers in my pussy turns into four and I moan involuntarily. "How wide does this pussy stretch then?" I hear another voice, with almost a chuckle, ask. The fingers begin thrusting in and out of me, and I'm stretched wide. I feel like a toy as the first man slaps the breasts he's been squeezing mercilessly, then moves his hands across my body. The fingers stop their thrusting, and begin pushing in, hard. I've never been fisted before, and we're very quickly moving from violation to pain.

I feel my adrenaline rising as six hands move across my body, rapidly, overwhelmingly. I begin to scream, but as I do hands grab my head, and the cock in my mouth begins thrusting deeper, harder. I have to work not to gag as I begin crying from the pain as the hand continues to push slowly but firmly into me, reaching the knuckles. A mouth bites my nipple hard, and I begin bucking as much as my restraints will allow against all three men, screaming into the cock in my mouth as the knuckles pass my tight opening and I feel as if I am being torn in two.

Tears run down my cheeks as I realise this is my punishment, and a wave of shame washes over me. Shame to be seen and used like this by men I can't even see, explored like a toy and punished with pain for my actions, and shame over what I did to deserve this, how much I must have hurt my husband for him to be hurting me like this. Where is he? Why isn't he here, keeping me safe? Fear rises up inside me as I begin choking on the cock in my mouth, realising these men could seriously harm me. If seeing me take risks with strangers was so bad, why isn't he here protecting me now!

The hand inside me twists and gently thrusts, each movement eliciting nothing but pain in my previously un-stretched pussy. The man at my breasts is squeezing again as the one in my mouth changes rhythm slightly and explodes, filling my mouth with salty cum which I try to spit out, but my mouth is covered by a hand as he removes himself, forcing me to swallow. All at once, the hands leave my chest, and withdraw from between my legs, leaving me sobbing, empty, overwhelmed and confused.

Seconds feel like hours in the silence, before a voice says "Being stretched like that should ensure you don't enjoy this too much." I feel someone climb over me, and a hard cock enter my sore, gaping pussy. After the hand, and the panic, and the pain, and the overwhelming emotion I have nothing left, and go limp, crying quietly to myself as this man has his way with me. He's right, and I feel very little after the girth of a fist inside me, he slides much too easily in and out. It sounds as if he is enjoying it though, and he finishes fairly quickly inside me, before the second man mounts me and does the same, as I lie there looking like nothing but a lifeless receptacle for their cum.

He, too, quickly finishes, his thrusts rough but entirely unsatisfying to me, and the three of them leave the room shortly afterwards. In the silence, my thoughts and emotions overwhelm me, until I hear a single set of footsteps return.

"Did you enjoy that, slut?" came my husband's harsh, deep voice again.

"Was I supposed to?" I snap back, my fear turning into anger, "you said you hated that I took risks, but they tried to seriously hurt me, and could have done worse!"

I feel his hand on my forearm, and it feels gentle this time. "And how do you think I felt, those nights you went out to meet God knows who? No idea if they were who they claimed, no idea if you were in danger or not. I wanted you to see what actual danger might look like. But for the record, I was standing in the corner the whole time."

This revelation struck me into silence. He watched that whole event. I said nothing more as he removed my blindfold and unfastened my restraints, his hands becoming gentler as they stroked my wrists and ankles. Wordlessly he climbed above me, a cock entering my pussy for the last time, but this time gentle, slow, like a comforting embrace as I felt his face against my tear stained cheek and fell limp in his arms.

I knew things were never going to be the same again.