After seven years of marriage, we had drifted apart. At first, we had made love daily, she even enjoyed rough sex. However, over this last year, she hadn't wanted me to even touch her. We fought often, and she seemed constantly angry with me. I suspected she had grown to hate me.
So, I was understandably shocked, when one evening, she came home eager to fuck. Allie is a fiery redhead, with freckles everywhere, long orange hair, small but pert tits, and a firm body. In other words, she was highly doable.
As we got undressed in the bedroom, I studied her. She is a tiny thing, only weighing a hundred pounds, and standing just five feet three inches tall. I towered over her, at six feet, with a beefy muscular build, and short black hair. My cock was already rock hard.
We climbed into bed, and she straddle my waist, pressing my stiff cock against her wet pussy. She leaned over, and began whispering about a strange lady she had met. I wanted to be insider her so badly that I found it difficult to concentrate on what she was saying.
However, the jest was that she had encountered a gypsy woman in the park at lunch. This old woman had sold her potions. Apparently, she had downed one on the way home, and it had made her quite horny.
I didn't even question the efficacy of taking unknown substances from a stranger, or lecture her about the effects of placebos. Instead, I began kissing her soft lips, my tongue gently probing her luscious mouth. She kissed back, passionately.
I fondled her lovely breasts, and gently pinched her nipples. She responded, moaning, and rubbing against me. I could feel her heat and desire, which further aroused me.
Just as I was about to enter her, she pulled away. She flashed me a sheepish smile.
"Frank, can you tie me up?" she said,
We had briefly explored bondage years ago, but she hadn't seemed to like it. I had loved it. So, with a great deal of effort, I pulled myself away, and found some rope on a shelf in the closet. She cleared her throat, causing me to glance back at her on the bed.
"See if you can find that wicked whip, you know, the one with the nine tails," she said, seductively.
I tried to suppress my excitement, as I desperately searched through the closest. I not only located the whip, but also found a pair of handcuffs. We had never worked up the courage to try the whip, as it was obviously designed to inflict a great deal of pain. The cuff had gone unused too. With the rope, whip, and cuffs in hand, I quickly walked back to the bed.
She got up, and met me halfway, turning, and offering her wrists to me. I cuffed them, firmly. Then, I got creative. I looped one end of the rope over an old hook in the ceiling, and wrapped it around her waist.
That immobilized her. Next, I took the other end of the rope, and hoisted her left leg high in the air, forcing her to use her right leg to stand. I pulled the rope taunt, so that she had to balance on her toes. She wiggled about precariously, and looked so helpless and lovely that way.
I wanted to fuck, but she insisted on a whipping first. I carefully measured the length of the tales, and positioned myself so that they would barely reach her pale soft skin. I swung the whip slowly, and the tales landed lightly across her round firm ass.
"Don't play at, make it hurt!" she begged.
Overcome with lust, I gritted my teeth, and really let her have it. The strike was right across her back, and the whip made a loud snapping sound. She winced, yelped, and then smiled.
"Better, but really put your back into, asshole!" she taunted.
I raised the whip high, and brought it down hard, connecting with her ass again. This time, it bit deeply into her soft ass cheeks. She screamed. A red welt immediately formed, as she withered and whined from the pain.
"Thank you sir. May I have another twenty please?" she said.
I delivered the next one with even more power, and enjoyed watching her strain against the rope holding her in place. After the tenth strike, she began to sob, which only served to arouse me further. I blindfolded her with a pillow case, and continued the whipping.
Deprived of sight, she suddenly looked frighten. She screamed when the next strike landed right across her nipples. I was getting good with this whip. Pausing, I watched her gasp for air, and whimper. This was so hot!
By the end of the whipping, she was covered with angry red strips and wicked looking welts across most of her body. I had only left her head untouched. Slowly, I walked up behind her, shoved my cock deep in her soaked pussy.
Each thrust literally lifted her up in the air. In those moments, she was only supported by my cock, which impaled her tight little cunt. When I was close to coming, I reached around, pinched both of her nipples, and pulled her up by them. She screamed, and I came, shooting thick wades of cum deep upside her. It was the best sex of my life.
From that day on, we fucked at least ten times a week. She always took a swig of potion from a bottle beforehand. Over time, our sexual encounters grew more intense. At her urging, we begin exploring clamps, electricity, and wax. She often sported an array of bruises and welts from our sessions. She looked so beautiful that way.
A month into our newly invigorated sex life, Allie suggested going to a BDSM club. I wasn't too keen on the idea at first, but she offered to share me with other women. I found the idea alluring, However, I knew she would want other men too. I didn't want to share her, but I couldn't resist the chance to openly fuck other women. So, we went.
We were both disappointed by the BDSM club. It was far too tame for our present interests. However, we found a pro-dominatrix there. She offered to guide us on our journey into the realm of pain and pleasure. She was expensive, but well worth the money.
The pro-dominatrix began coming to our home once a week. She taught me how to safely suspend Allie, and how to make her scream without leaving a mark. About two months into working with her, we met her husband. He was a male pro-dom.
Over dinner one night, Allie made an unexpected request. She wanted permission to use her vacation time to go to a BDSM training camp. Apparently, both of the pro-doms had highly recommended the place.
I was leery, especially when she explained how harsh and brutal the treatment was there. However, she stressed that this camp would make her into the perfect sex slave. Naturally, I quickly gave in.
The training camp was quite expensive. Fortunately, we could afford it. So, I helped her fill out the paperwork for the camp. However, I raised objections, when I saw a legal document that gave the camp's staff permission to abduct, torture, and rape her as they saw fit. She pointed out a paragraph in the document that stated the staff would take every precaution to ensure no permanent damage was inflicted.
I was still concerned, but I begrudgingly went along with it. After we completed the application. She sent it in, along with a large check. The weeks ticked by, until it was time for her to leave for camp.
