Chapter 1: The Juicy Stuff (punishment, humiliation, pain, domination, sadism etc.)
Disclaimer: This story isn't about scarves and feathers. It's about things like pain, humiliation, sadism, masochism and bodily fluids. It's also purely a sexual fantasy, not based on anything real. If it's not for you, I understand, and wish you well on finding something more your speed. If this is for you, please consider leaving a comment. That is the highest form of praise there is here.
For the full backstory on how I found myself in this predicament, see Chapter 2. That's the story before the story chapter.
Long story short: I fucked up in my marriage, and my husband and I turned to a crazy rich dominatrix as a desperate last resort. I'm having serious regrets at the moment. So would you if you'd gone through what I've gone through in the last 24 hours. Oh, by the way, my name is Brooke. I'm 42. I have shoulder-length brown hair, with a cute straight flush of bangs covering my forehead. I work out, but I've never had the body of a model. I'm starting to get a little soft and plump. I think it must accentuate my ass nicely, as I sure get attention for it.
I was told to arrive at the big house on top of the hill in our suburban LA neighborhood at 5:50pm promptly, and I did. Dana the licensed marriage counselor ushered me into her home and led me to an anteroom off the kitchen. However, I had already been warned never to call her by that name. She was the Matriarch to me. And if I ever forgot that, I would pay for it.
There were 5 other women in that room, all lined up in a row, each facing front. They were dressed to impress for a dinner party, but wore flat shoes. I couldn't tell who they were, because their heads were all completely covered by leather hoods. Their hands were cuffed behind their backs. They wore leather collars, and chains going from collar to collar chained them together. The Matriarch positioned me in the back, put a hood over my head, and zipped it shut. There were nose-holes to breath through, and that was it. I felt her collar, cuff and chain me. After that I was acutely aware of being in the room with 5 very uncomfortable women who were doing their best to remain silent and not move an inch. Soon after that, I heard and felt another woman chained behind me.
We were left that way for an hour (so I was told later). It was excruciating. It was sadistic. It was torture. But that was the deal. If I screamed I would be released, but would never be allowed in again.
"Move." I guess that was the muffled word I heard through that hood. It was the only word I'd heard since arriving. I was suddenly jerked ahead by my chain going taut. We were being forced to walk. I just avoided colliding with the woman in front of me. The other women seemed used to this, since they were all in step. We were guided and turned until I heard another muffled word. Luckily, I correctly identified it as stop, since that's just what we all did.
I heard muffled sounds of rustling and movement while standing there. No voices. Then the chain in front went limp. The woman in front of me had been unchained. My hands were un-cuffed, and I then felt a pair of hands undress me. It was agonizingly slow. First my shoes, then my stockings, dress, blouse, and lastly my bra and panties. My body was then thoroughly explored by those pair of hands. It was the Matriarch. I could tell by the lightly perfumed scent of her body. I felt her leather attired body brushing against mine. She enjoyed herself quite a bit at my expense, fondling, kneading and pulling at my soft body. I got the idea that she might have been showing me off.
The hands stopped and my chain was pulled. I was led a few feet and then felt a hand push on the back of my thigh. I was gently guided up onto a leather-padded table. My legs were spread and ankles cuffed to what I later learned was a spreader bar. My hands were pulled back and cuffed to the center of the bar. This lowered my head and chest onto the padded table.
I was left there, as I heard muffled sounds similar to what I'd just experienced. The 7
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woman in back of me was now getting stripped and handled, and then she was placed next to me. My hood came off a few minutes later. First, a leather harness with a ball-gag was fastened around my head. It went over the top of my head and under my chin, around my forehead, and split down either side of my nose. The Matriarch cinched it up tight, trapping my mouth open over that red ball-gag. It felt too big for my mouth. I couldn't help starting to drool a bit.
The Matriarch then pulled my head back so my chin rested on the leather pad, with my face looking forward. To say I was astonished as my eyes became accustomed to the light would be an understatement. I was in the middle of a huge living room. Across from me was a long, long leather couch (yes, I was detecting a bit of a design fetish here). My husband Dave sat on the couch with 6 other men, the husbands. Some I knew, some I'd never seen before. I wasn't sure what was worse. They all casual dinner party attire and nursed drinks. They'd had an hour to socialize and loosen up, and it showed. Dave looked a little uncomfortable, but the rest of them looked downright relaxed. I imagined they'd been bringing him up to speed.
I tilted my head slightly to look to my right. 5 other naked women were assembled in a row down the incredibly long table next to me. They were all gagged and cuffed to spreader bars like I was, but they weren't looking around like me. I recognized two of them, including my best friend Margie, who'd introduced me to this in the first place. They were all different, but all the same in a way too. We were all suburban wives/mothers, hovering on either side of middle age. Ages seemed to range from mid-30's to early 50's. I imagined we were all dealing with our mid-life crisis woes in some way here.
I then looked to my left. Oh my god, that was Anass, whom I knew from our kid's schools. We'd never been close, but we'd known each other for years. The Matriarch was fastening an identical gag-harness to her face. She was a few years older than me, and at least a few pounds heavier. I couldn't help staring at her naked, bronzed, Arabic skin. Her breasts were large, and sagged a bit on the table. Her ass seemed to glisten as the light bounced off it. She had a few moles here and there and...Jesus, I couldn't believe how familiar I was getting with her body. We were pressed up against each other too, and I was smelling her scent like I'd certainly never expected to before.
The Matriarch finished with Anass and gently tilted my head back to face front. I got the message. Then she spoke.
"We are here tonight because these wives deserve punishment. It is nothing to be ashamed of. Every wife requires some corrective action at times, and every husband deserves to enjoy it...as do I."
The Matriarch strolled from one end of the table to the other as she spoke. She was a heavier woman of about 60, with jet-black dyed hair done up in a 60's style dominatrix bun. The tallest woman in the room, by far. A severe-looking grey streak rode up the center. Her stomach and ass were rounded, but firm. Her arms and legs were more muscle than flab. She worked out, including weights. It was a thing with her. She was dressed all in shiny black leather. Thigh-high boots with thick high heels and a tight steampunk styled overbust corset/dress. She wielded a thick leather strap for whipping in her hand.
"I will repeat this for the sake of our new couple tonight. The husband is a master. The wife has ceded her right to safe-word to him for the punishment portion, as a symbol of trust. It will be up to him to invoke it if he feels she cannot take it. The safe-word will be honored. However, wives are here to be punished and used. If they cannot take it, they will not be permitted to stay or come back again. Now, let's begin."
The Matriarch had worked her way back to our side of the table. She yanked Anass' head up by the hair.
"Ah, this bitch again. One of my favorite repeat offenders. Seems to need quite a lot of corrective punishment, doesn't she? What does she need to be punished for this time?"
