Kept In The Dark – Chapters 1 & 2

This is Chapters 1 & 2 of my full length novel, available as an ebook or paperback from Pink Flamingo Media.

Chapter 1

A contented sigh escaped my lips as I sank down into the steamy lavender-scented bubbles. Peace. Silence. Solitude. Just me and the water and the afternoon sun streaming through the window. And my fingers.

Dropping down to part-time from my busy job as Events Coordinator for a major fundraising firm was one of the best things I ever did. My job was fulfilling but stressful, and lately it had been wearing me out. Now that our son James was away at college, I wanted some time to focus on me and get back to some of my hobbies. My sewing machine was probably seized up and atrophied from lack of use and my garden was starting to look like one large and scary weed. My husband was supportive of my decision – his position as senior partner afforded us many luxuries without need for my income – but he didn’t know about my new hobby, which was the real reason I wanted to be home every afternoon.

As I played with myself in the hot, frothy water, I let my thoughts wander in anticipation of the coming events of the afternoon. Thinking about it made me wet in ways the water couldn’t, and after spending some time getting myself more and more excited, I came to my senses and realized I had better slow down and wait.

I slowly shaved my legs to ensure they were silk smooth before I turned to my bikini area, which looked like a Brazilian bombshell by the time I was done. When I was satisfied with the job, I got out and dried off, lingering a little longer than necessary on my nether regions. I was still excited from my earlier adventure in the bath and had to remind myself once again to hold off. Getting excited was good. Getting off early generally made things more difficult later on.

I grabbed my favorite Egyptian Cotton robe. The smooth feel of it against my flushed skin made me feel sexy, as did the fact that it barely covered my round, plump tushie, which was kept shapely by a consistent jogging schedule, despite the fact that I had been flung unceremoniously into my forties a few years prior.

As I gathered the things I would need for my afternoon adventure, I thought back to the events that brought me here. My husband Gary is a sweetheart. He loves me dearly and would do anything for me. But my sexual appetite has always been heartier than his, and while I always managed to stay somewhat satisfied in our love life, lately that had been proving more difficult, made worse by the fact that these days he was having a hard time just getting it up.

Our differences started to become more apparent after I stumbled on a movie while surfing the TV late one night. It was just a bit of light bondage, but it was enough to make me instantly wet.

After that, I was hooked. I searched for stories, photos and videos online. I couldn’t get enough of them, but soon they were no longer sufficient. I needed to experience it for myself. I don’t know why I had never thought about it before – after all, I was pushing 40 – but now that I knew it existed, I simply had to be a part of it. I craved being tied up and helpless and made to do whatever I was told.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t get Gary on board. He gave it the old college try for my sake, but his heart wasn’t in it and I soon got frustrated with his lackluster attempts at loose knots and half-hearted commands, no matter how good his intentions were.

Which brings me to where I am now, which is trying to fulfill my submissive desires through self-bondage. It took me a while to iron out the kinks, but it’s much better than the frustration I felt at Gary’s hands. And now that I was only working in the mornings, I had several hours each afternoon to devote to my new craft. There was no denying that I was missing out on a big part of what appealed to me in the first place, which was being dominated and humiliated, but my fantasies filled the gaps enough that I still found it quite satisfying.

I hauled my ever-growing collection of BDSM gear to the bed and took stock. I’d been perfecting my tying techniques over the last few months and decided to get several lengths of rope out for today’s session.

I started by grabbing my favorite butt plug. I looked at it and changed my mind, opting for a larger one that had been shipped to me recently, but that I had yet to use because it was bigger than it appeared on the computer screen when I ordered its, and its large size scared me. I had it now and I might as well make use of it. I lubed it up and took my time slowly inserting it into my tightly puckered ass, drawing it out, then back in to allow my body to get used to the stretching I was putting it through. My breath caught in my throat as the full impact of its size was realized. I almost changed my mind but I decided to stick with it. I finally worked the entire thing into my anus, the girth of it filling me completely. Hmmm. Not sure if I’m going to like this one. Oh well, it’s in now, I reasoned as I shifted around uncomfortably. Time to make sure it doesn’t go anywhere.

I grabbed a length of rope and tied it snugly around my waist, circling around my back and doubling back to my midsection. I tied a knot in front before feeding both ends of the rope between my legs, then over the rope behind my back and through my legs once again. I pulled the rope tightly so that not only was my butt plug pressed firmly into my ass, but the ropes were digging nicely into my labia. I took a little walk around the room, savoring the feeling I got from the rope rubbing against my moist pussy with each step I took. These seductive sensations didn’t stop me from squirming against the disagreeable reminder of the rather large butt plug now firmly wedged between my cheeks, however.

Next I took a long length of rope and fed it strategically around my torso, creating a complicated web that encased my breasts nicely while causing them to swell out around the tightly knit ropes.

I looked in the mirror. So far so good, but the work was far from over. With the constant reminder of my over-filled backside, I grabbed a small vibrator and turned it on low before inserting it in my increasingly wet sex. It slid in easily and I enjoyed the vibrations as I tucked it under my crotch rope, satisfied it wasn’t going anywhere.

I brought my remaining supplies over to the bed as I would soon be unable to travel far: my gag, my leather wrist and ankle cuffs, the frozen time-lock and my blindfold.

I then took my time cinching each ankle to its respective thigh, tightly immobilizing my legs in a permanent bend.

It was time for the finishing touches. I opened my mouth wide to accommodate a hard penis gag, which I then strapped tightly around the back of my head. I cuffed my ankles together, checking to make sure they were fastened securely. I put on my wrist cuffs and made sure I would easily be able to strap them behind my back without the use of my vision.

Darkness encompassed me as I secured the blindfold into place. This always made things a bit tricky, but I loved the sensory deprivation that having no vision created, so it was worth a bit of bumping around to complete the rest of my bondage.

I put my hands behind my back, fumbled around with my ankle cuffs and the locking mechanism, and soon had myself stuck in a severe hogtie. Lastly, I rolled onto my side to alleviate some of the pressure I would invariably feel from being tied for roughly two hours.

I shuddered slightly as I let the feeling of helplessness wash over me. In the past, I had always strategically placed a pair of scissors just within reach, but it never felt authentic enough, knowing I could escape at any time. My recent purchase of a self-bondage time lock, however, was just the thing I needed to feel truly bound and helpless. I simply had to fill it with water and pop it in the freezer, and the time it took the water to melt and unlock meant that I had approximately two hours of vulnerability where I couldn’t help myself even if the house was burning down around me. Not very comforting when I put it that way, but it was worth the risk.

I let my thoughts take me away. Today I was a foreign exchange student, kidnapped as soon as my plane landed overseas. Turns out my host found the business of sex slavery far more exciting than mere room and board.

I was bound and helpless, while being given the conditions of my stay: I would be his personal slave and I would cater to his every whim if I ever wanted to go back to America and see my family again. If I agreed to this, I would get to go home after my allotted one year stay. If I caused him grief, he would sell me into slavery to a wealthy man who didn’t care about my comfort or well-being, where I would be forced to please him and his many business associates in whatever way caught their twisted fancy.

I was thankful my vibrator was on low as I wanted to hold out for as long as possible. This was becoming increasingly difficult to do, particularly when my fantasy continued to carry me to a magical and mystical world of complete and utter helplessness at the hands of a depraved sex maniac.

Chapter 2

I was so caught up in pretending my hogtie and huge ass plug were punishment for not addressing my new master in a manner befitting a lowly slave that I didn’t hear the door until it was clearly too late, though in my trussed up state it wouldn’t have made a difference. I froze, but one would be hard pressed to tell in my current state of helplessness.

My high level of embarrassment seemed to match Gary’s, who obviously didn’t know I was home and was too stunned to say anything after catching me in such an uncompromising position. I tried to speak but the large penis wedged tightly between my teeth prevented anything more than muffled sounds and drool. My two hour bondage lock went from being my best friend to my worst enemy. When the door closed, I surmised that Gary went to get a pair of scissors. I could do nothing but wait for him to return. I thought of trying to come up with a plausible excuse, but it wouldn’t matter what I said – the kinky writing was on the wall.

With nothing left to do, I tried to relax my body, knowing this very well may be the last time I got to disappear into my self-bondage fantasy world now that I had been found out. Although my situation wasn’t ideal, I couldn’t seem to help myself, and before long my thoughts drifted back to my original fantasy. The low vibrations coming from between my tightly bound legs began to excite me once again, causing me to moan and writhe in uncomfortable contentment.

It dawned on me that Gary should have been back with the scissors by now. Where was he? Was he so disgusted with me that he left? He was supposed to be at work today, so maybe he just forgot something and went back to work after retrieving it, leaving me to sweat all afternoon in anticipation of the inevitable and uncomfortable conversation we would no doubt be having tonight. I didn’t blame him for leaving; if the roles were reversed, I would probably need time to collect my thoughts as well.

As I paused to mull these scenarios around in my head, I thought I heard a slight sound coming from the corner of the room. I froze to listen, but I heard nothing more. I settled in to finish out my session, although it had been interrupted so many times that I wasn’t sure I would be able to recover.

I was trying to get back into the groove when I felt something touch my skin. It was ever so light, but I was sure I wasn’t imagining things. Was he still here?

Another caress. Oh my god. He must have never left! Which meant he saw me not only bound and helpless, but thoroughly enjoying it!

I didn’t know what to do next. The obvious answer was nothing, because I was tied and helpless and at his mercy. What did his touch mean? I stilled my body to see – or more accurately, feel – what he would do next.

I waited for what seemed like an impossibly long time. Then I felt a breeze on my nipple; he was blowing ever so lightly, causing a chill to travel down my spine. He then rolled my now-hard nipple between his fingers gently and seductively. A quick and hard squeeze followed, which made me jump from the sudden sensation.

I felt something wet and warm on the other one. I sighed behind the gag as his tongue made circles around one hardening nipple while his fingers caressed the other one.

I forgot my previous fantasy and started enjoying my reality. Being bound and helpless has always turned me on. Add to that the soft caresses my nipples were receiving, plus the vibrator doing its job and I was in heaven and close to being pushed over the edge. Ouch! Another painful pull on each nipple brought me back to reality, yet simultaneously excited me simultaneously.

I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. There were so many sensations I was experiencing that I felt like I was on sensory overload. I felt him touch my wet crotch and I knew that I would soon be over the edge. Instead of caressing me, however, I felt him reach through my crotch rope and remove my vibrator. I wriggled in protest, trying to communicate that removing it right now was not a good idea; I was so close to having an orgasm and his unceremonious removal of my source of pleasure brought any hope of climaxing to a grinding halt.

I writhed and wriggled, still trying to broadcast my displeasure, all to no avail. I finally clued in that struggling wasn’t going to help my situation, and I willed my body to stop squirming, despite the frustration I was feeling. Having no other options, I lay there waiting for him to touch me again, and just when I was losing all hope, a pressure on my butt plug made me jump.

I groaned inwardly as his touch reminded me that I went a little overboard in the back-end department. His relentless wiggling and pressure changes kept me focused and in the present, so when he unexpectedly grazed my clitoris with his fingers, the sensation simultaneously made me suck in my breath in surprise and get even more turned on than I already was. Damn, Gary, where have you been all my life?

I was putty in his hands as he caressed me with an increasingly steady pressure. He continued to aggravate my ass by moving around my plug, sliding it in and out as much as the rope would allow him, and while at first it served to impede my concentration, soon I was so lost in his touches that it all merged together to create feelings of pain and pleasure and a mounting ecstasy that I could never achieve on my own. In another minute I would be in the throes of a very powerful orgasm. He stroked me faster and faster and I was so caught up in coming that I didn’t even think about the fact that he might deny me once again. But he did, and I was left high and dry. Well, high and wet actually, and wanting more.

Maybe this was his way of punishing me for finding me tied up the way he did. I realized that fighting my bonds to get my point across was as useless as I currently was, so I lay still, my sweat-glistened body heaving while I tried to catch my breath and collect myself.

I waited, sure he would touch me again. Sure enough, he started teasing my clitoris with the vibrator he extracted from me. Low and slow, the vibrations were bringing me closer and closer to climax. With all the prior withholding, it didn’t take long for me to reach the point of no return, but each time it happened, he backed off just in time to cause me extreme frustration and aggravation.

This went on for a while and I knew by the time he let me come, it would be a good thing I was gagged or the neighbors might be concerned.

Relentlessly he teased me, and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it. He backed off again. Panting and glistening with sweat, I waited for him to let me finally finish. I waited some more. And then more. Finally my breathing slowed to a normal pace and I was keenly aware of the silence that greeted me. Sure I would feel his touch at any minute, I braced myself for the inevitable wave of pleasure that would wash over me. But it never came. Disappointment sunk in as I realized he was gone.

What seemed like hours passed, and I finally heard the audible “click” of the self locking timer as it released me from my self-made prison. I undid my wrists with the speed and accuracy of skilled and practiced woman, whipped my blindfold off and started unbuckling my gag, ready to both praise Gary for turning me on more than I have ever been in my entire life and give him hell for withholding what I now felt I needed like a drug.

It only took me a split second to quickly scan the room and see that he wasn’t there, however. “Gary?” I called, somewhat tentatively. No answer. I called louder, “Gary!” Had he really left?

I undid my bonds as quickly as I could, removed the plug with a wince, donned my robe and headed downstairs, not caring that the wide open windows would afford the neighbors a nice view of my barely covered battered ass.

It didn’t take long to confirm my suspicions, however; he was gone. I sat down with an exasperated sigh and thought about what I should do. What I really wanted to do was release all that built up tension in the form of an earth shattering orgasm, but Gary obviously didn’t want me to for a reason. Was he playing the part of master dominating his slave? Or maybe he figured it wasn’t fair that I got to come with titanic force and he didn’t? That didn’t make much sense. Surely he could have done whatever he wanted to me. Not only would I have been helpless to stop it, but I would have welcomed it. Sure, the position wasn’t conducive to great sex, but he could have untied me or repositioned me at the very least. After looking at all the angles, I came to the conclusion that he wanted to wait until tonight. Wanted to prep me, get me hot and bothered and have a mind-blowing fuck like we hadn’t had in a long while. Admittedly, I wasn’t always overly horny when it came to sex with Gary, but I sure as hell was now. And as hard as it was, I decided to wait until tonight, figuring it could only serve to make things more exciting.

Back Excerpt:

Kept In The Dark by Lucy Hannon

Sharlene is a typical dissatisfied wife with an atypical penchant for self bondage.  Each day she elaborately ties herself, escaping with the help of a time-lapse key. She’s quite satisfied with her naughty kink, until one day she her secret is revealed when she’s caught bound, gagged, blindfolded and helpless in her bedroom.  Her unknown assailant teases and torments her before leaving her high and dry and wanting more.

Each afternoon, she waits in anticipation, but he will only play with her when she is blindfolded, leaving her to wonder who he is.  She soon begins to see him as her master, as he pushes her to more extremes than she ever imagined, including a chastity belt that she is locked in for days, a spanking that brings her to tears, a butt-plug of eye-watering size, and positions that would make a marathon look easy.She is forced to orgasm and forced to the edge of orgasm with no relief. She is used and degraded, gagged, whipped and humiliated, but through it all, she keeps coming back for more.

Who is her mysterious master? Is it her successful husband? The rich and attractive businessman she can’t keep her eyes off every time they meet? The cable guy or a wayward neighbor? Or someone else entirely?When he finally offers to reveal himself, he gives her an ultimatum.  Will she accept his demands to find out the truth of his identity?

Includes spanking, servitude, bondage, submissive training, punishment, anal play and more, with a touch of mystery interwoven into a story of love, romance, longing and desire.

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Paying the Piper

He awoke on his stomach with a pounding headache, remembering little of the night before beyond the first three shots.  The nausea, head splitting pain, and aching thirst didn’t take Sherlock to figure out that he hadn’t stopped after three.

All of this registered before he moved, and when he went to rub his face he realized the hangover was the least of his problems.

“What the…?” he queried to no one in particular as he tried to make sense of his situation.  He was completely naked.  His arms were splayed above his head, trussed to each corner of the bed he shared with his wife Jenni.  He tested his bonds and found there was little give.  Scrambling to get up on his knees, he found, to his chagrin, that his legs were also tied, though not quite as tightly.

His mind raced wildly, trying in vain to remember how he got here, and how he could keep it from Jenni.  He was already teetering precariously on the edge of her good graces, though lord knows she had given him more than enough chances.  If she found him like this there’d be hell to pay.

He pulled hard at his left wrist, but there was no way he could break free even with the brute strength of his hard, tanned body.  He looked frantically for a key and was elated to find one on the bedside table.  He stretched in vain, reaching for it with the determination of a monkey in a banana tree, but it was far out of his grasp. 

He heard the chuckle before he saw her, and when he whipped his head around Jenni was sitting in the corner, looking entirely amused.  His initial reaction was panic at being discovered, but her calm demeanor, to say nothing of the fact that she seemed to find humor in his predicament, made him unsure what his reaction should be.

“Good morning, Shaun. How are you feeling after yet another binge last night?”

“I’m sorry, Jenni.” He knew he needed to do damage control, but her lack of hurt and anger was disarming.  Usually she would be raging, which was preferable to the more ominous act of crying he’s been privy to in the past. “I know I’ve used it as an excuse before, but really, I honestly don’t remember anything and have no idea how I got here or who I was with.”

“Of course you don’t, I roofied you.” She swung her crossed leg up and down and waited for his reaction. It took a minute for her words to register in his foggy brain

“What?”

“I. Roofied. You. You know, the drug?  And then I tied you up.”

He figured he must be missing something.  Nothing was computing. “Why? I would have had sex with you, you know that.”

“Oh, I know that.  And every other woman with breasts, legs, charm, money, or even just a beating heart, for that matter.”

It was true that he had not only a wandering eye, but a wayward dick as well.  Shaun was fit, tanned, charming, brown eyed and all around sexy as hell.  He always neglected to tell people that he was married.  He often blamed his infidelities on his drinking, something he did with discipline and frequency.

“I know, Baby, I’m sorry.”  Time to beg forgiveness.  It would take time, but she always came around.  Then again, this is the first time she tied him up and laughed about it, two points that were leaving him decidedly uneasy. “It’s when I drink too much.  I’m going to stop this time for real, I promise.  No more drinking.  Period.”

She raised a skeptical eyebrow at him.  “You know, I’ve heard this before.  And stupid me, I’ve fallen for it one too many times.  But you know what?  It’s not just the drinking and the womanizing.  It’s the over-spending, the lying, the lack of regard for my needs, and generally just you being a horrible husband.  We’ve only been married for two years and I can no longer count on both hands how many times you’ve cheated on me.  I can, however, count on both hands how many times you’ve done an honest day’s work, and the amount of money you spend has far, far exceeded your contributions.  Which makes me wonder, why the hell have I stayed with you all this time?”

She stood up and came over to him, running a long nail from his butt cheek down to the back of his thigh.  She was stunningly beautiful; curvy, strong and gorgeous – the kind of wife any smart man would love to come home to.  She was the kind of woman that men cheated with, not cheated on.  She was largely unaware of this, which only added to her allure.

He was a fool.  A misogynistic and hedonistic douche bag whose only asset was his looks and only skill was his charm.  

She was wearing black thigh high stockings and six inch heels – creating an imposing addition to her already striking appearance.  Her supple breasts were hugged tightly by red satin and black lace, with matching panties that accentuated her runner’s bottom.

She looked fabulous, and in his groggy state it took his dick a bit longer than his eyes to register the sight before him.  That was when he registered another problem: his cock tried in vain to stand at attention, but it was stopped painfully from doing so.

He looked down in alarm and disbelief.  His penis was sheathed in some sort of metal cage, the hard unyielding walls preventing him from standing at full attention.

His first reaction was to remove the offending device, and he scrambled in vein to reach it.  

Jenni laughed deviously.  “Even if your hands were free, that cage isn’t going anywhere,” she informed him matter-of-factly.  “I’ve got the only key and I can promise you it’s not coming off for a very, very long time.”

The gravity in her voice left no doubt in his mind that she was serious.  She walked over to the dresser, out of his line of sight but not out of his hearing.

“I’ve been thinking that you’ve made a fool of me one too many times.  ‘Poor Jenni,’ they say, ‘her husband is such a cheating bastard.’ Well I won’t let them pity me any more, but they’re certainly going to pity you before long.”

She turned towards him, the addition to her outfit glaringly apparent.  His eyes widened and he did something he vowed he would never stoop so low as to do: he pleaded.

“Please, Jenni, you don’t have to do this.  I’ll do whatever you want me to, just don’t use that…thing on me.”

“It’s too late for bargaining now,” she grinned as she stroked the seven inch black dildo now strapped to the front of her crotch. “You wouldn’t change so I decided to change you.”

She walked towards him and he realized she had another cock in her hand – this one much shorter but no less alarming.  She straddled him and he felt the silicone cock she was wearing push into his back.  She reached around to his chest and pinched his nipple hard.  He cried out in pain, and before he could register what was going on she had the second penis wedged firmly in his mouth, prying his jaw open while his teeth scraped the hard unyielding surface of the phallic gag.  His cries were muffled and he threw his head around in anger as he tried to dislodge her from his back and the horrid invader from his mouth.

She held on, anticipating his reaction.  She pulled the gag as tight as she could, and he whimpered as the straps cut into the sides of his mouth while she fastened it behind his head.  She deftly worked at the other straps – one under his chin and one coming to a vee above his nose, which then wrapped around the back of his head, presumably to ensure he couldn’t spit it out but ostensibly for the visual humiliation of having his view partially obstructed by the gag’s thick leather straps.  He felt the penis hitting the back of his throat, and he had to concentrate on breathing so it wouldn’t choke him.  His breaths came panicked and fast, and he worked to slow them down lest he have a panic attack.

She got off of him and snapped a few photos. “Just a little insurance policy,” she intoned.  “Or perhaps a good shot for when I sell your services to pay off your debt.”

He didn’t like the sound of that, and he squirmed and tried to talk, but all that came out of his mouth was muffled sounds and the drool that had been pooling nicely and couldn’t be swallowed thanks to the realistic penis debasing his mouth against his will.

“Oh honey,” she laughed wickedly, “you’re right to fight it.  And the best part is you have no idea what you’re truly in for.  You see, I’ve been doing some calculating.  Over the past two years you’ve slept with 13 women that I know of.  I’m sure it’s higher, so I’ll round it up to an even 20.  That’s 20 men that you’re going to have to watch me fuck while you’re tied and helpless with your dick locked up like a sad little eunuch.  But don’t count on it taking two short years – I’m not a slut like you are.

“Then there’s the debt settlement matter.  It took me a while, but I painstakingly went through the statements of our joint accounts – you know, the ones you insisted we share since what’s yours is mine and mine is yours?  Well as it turns out, you’ve blown through $14,892 that I know of.  That’s on fast food, booze, restaurants, and all the other costs associated with your party lifestyle.  So, before you are released, you will be paying that back to me.  You might wonder how, and the answer to that is with your fine body.”  

She started stroking his skin, hitting his erroneous spots and causing a painful erection that couldn’t be realized.  He was ashamed to be turned on while in this state – a penis wedged tightly in his mouth making it hard to breath and swallow, bound and splayed and helpless and locked up like a caged tiger, with her standing over him, stroking a large penis that was ready to debase him further.  He was scared to hear her elaborate.

“About the only thing going for you is your rock hard body and generous sized dick, and after poking around on some unsavory sites, it turns out there are many willing to pay top dollar for a slave to rule over.”  She slapped him hard and unexpectedly on the ass, causing him to jump and yelp.

“And we’re not just talking bachelorette parties and horny old cougars, it turns out that a favorite pastime of a lot of high powered businessmen is to take out their pent up steam on a hot young Ken doll who will cater to their every depravity.”

He wasn’t sure if he should believe her, but nothing so far had indicated that she was kidding; she had become a different woman, a force to be reckoned with.  He had pushed her too far one too many times and now he was paying the piper.  

As his fate settled around him like ash after a bomb, he let out a single sob of rage and disbelief and defeat.  He didn’t want her to see him cry – he knew she had no pity left for him. 

He was right – she merely laughed at his desolation, taking pleasure in his predicament.

“Don’t worry, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll take it like the little slut you are, no matter what hole they put it in.” She grabbed her penis and started stroking it as she lubed it up.  “I’m going to fuck that pretty little ass of yours until you beg me to stop, then I’m going to fuck it some more.  I will train you to become a good little whore, who takes it whenever and wherever he’s offered it. Now, on your knees with your ass in the air.”

He didn’t move.  He wasn’t going to be used that easily.  She shook her head and made a tsking sound, then got off the bed.

He breathed a sigh of relief, until she came back with a much longer, much thicker dildo.  She held it in front of his face before rubbing it on his cheek and trailing it down his back, stopping at his asshole and putting pressure on his tight virgin rosebud.

“If you don’t do as I say, I’ll take your backdoor virginity with this twelve inch monster.  I can guarantee it won’t be a pleasant experience.  I was planning on saving it for further into your training, but if you prefer, I’d happily start with it. I just can’t guarantee your asshole will ever be the same without working up to it instead.”

He was filled with dread at the mere thought, and shook his head emphatically, drool dripping down chin.  

“That’s a good boy,” she purred seductively as he hesitantly got up on his knees, face buried in the bed partly out of humiliation and partly because his arms were tethered tightly, feeling remorse at pushing Jenni too far – not for her sake, of course, but selfishly for the predicament he found himself in.  As she positioned herself behind him, he clenched his cheeks reflexively, gritted his teeth and resolved to spend every minute of every day fighting to get away.

To be continued.

A Wife’s Secret

I was thirsty and uncomfortable, but every time that damned vibrator started up again, I forgot all about both problems and became all-consumed with managing the relentless orgasms that tormented me. How long had I been here, tied, trussed, blindfolded and gagged? Was he watching this whole time? I thought I heard a noise, a slight rustle once or twice, but there was no way to know for sure. 

I knew he was up to something the moment I walked in the door. His devilish grin and his evasive manner were like warning bells, although I couldn’t place the reason.

It was Friday night. I came home from work exhausted.  He had the day off thanks to a monthly Happy Friday and had enough energy for the two of us.

I made you shepherd’s pie, Hun.” I eyed him suspiciously. It was odd of him to cook my favorite meal, particularly when I was trying to watch my carb intake since I’d put on 5 pounds.

Why?” I drew out the syllable to make my suspicion apparent.

Oh, I just want to make sure you have a decent well rounded meal to give you lots of energy.” This was the first time he alluded to what he was up to, and I briefly wondered if I should worry. I shook the thought away as quickly as it came; he was my husband after all, and I knew he wouldn’t do anything I wasn’t comfortable with, despite his knowing smile. Looking back, I certainly underestimated him.

After encouraging me to eat every last bite, I sunk into the steamy scented bath he ran for me, musing at this delightful turn of events.  Dinner made and a bath drawn were two luxuries I wasn’t used to.  

I dried off and donned the racy lingerie he had set out for me.  It was about the most exciting thing he had done sexually lately, and I wrongly assumed that I’d put on the outfit, we’d do the usual dog and pony show, and I’d be curled up in bed with my book by 9:30, satisfied but not mind-blown.

Stuart was an adept lover, but after eight years together, it was hard to keep the sex fresh and exciting. Although it was enjoyable, it was more of a “go through the motions” feel lately.

I got out of the bath and slinked into the set: black silk with lacy teal accents, a color I always found looked great on me.

I opened the bathroom door and was greeted by my husband’s voice in my ear and his hand on my wrists. “Hands behind your back.” He grabbed them and led me to the middle of the living room.

I was surprised but I obeyed, and soon felt soft cuffs thickly surrounding each wrist –  first one and then the other. He then fastened them to a hook in the ceiling above my head, one that wasn’t there before.   I pulled to test it and found there was very little give.

“Don’t worry,” he intoned, “you’re not going anywhere. Now, step wide,” he instructed as I heard rustling behind me.  At the sound I turned to see what he was up to.

That won’t do,” he muttered, seemingly to himself but definitely for my benefit, because at that point he enveloped more than half of my face in a wide satin blindfold, cinching it securely behind my head and leaving me in a persistently dark world.

Hey!” I was trying to sound indignant, though I couldn’t deny I was turned on. The hot rush of blood to my nether regions caused longing and wetness, and he would soon know my vexation was erroneous.  “What exactly are you up to here?”

Well, there’s a bit of a story behind it, believe it or not. Remember when you started using Google Chrome as your search browser?” He didn’t wait for my arbitrary response. “I’m not sure if you know, but when you signed in on my computer one day, you never bothered to sign out. I noticed you were frequenting some literature websites that would make your grandmother blush. And your mother for that matter. Hell, they made me blush.

So I left you logged in and watched things unfold. Not only were you reading naughty stories, you were looking at sex toy sites. And you weren’t just going for the cute pink handcuffs or the fancy little vibrators – you were looking into the hardcore items. Butt plugs large enough to make an elephant squeal, whips to envy Indiana Jones, bondage gear that I didn’t even know existed, much less had a market to sell to. Yes, let’s just say that I was surprised that prude, straight laced Laura had a dark side to her, so I thought I’d give you what you so clearly want.”

Shit. I was caught red handed, but it wasn’t like that and I had to make him see that before things got any more out of hand. “It’s not what you think,” I protested as he cuffed an ankle to the wide spreader bar he had laid out on the floor, “I like reading about it, but I don’t want to actually do them. They’re two different things entirely!”

Well I’m willing to bet that if you get off thinking about them, it’s because there’s some deviance inside of you pleading to come out. So that’s what I’m going to do for you tonight. Have you beg and plead me.”

I swallowed hard. I had to make him understand that the thought of actually being tied up scared the hell out of me. I squirmed away as best as I could as he attempted to tie the other ankle to the bar that would keep me wide and open and completely vulnerable if he got his way.

Please, Stu, I really, really don’t want this. Please untie me!” I would have tried to give him my doe eyes that usually worked on him, but my big browns were covered and I couldn’t see a damn thing.. He held my leg with his strong arms and my squirming was in vain as he managed to tighten the cuff around my ankle.

Common,” I begged, I’ll do whatever you want me to, please, just untie me!” I was feeling desperate as I tried to shake my arms loose.

I’d be careful if I were you, you don’t want to go toppling. Besides,” he laughed cynically, “you are doing whatever I want you to, being tied up and helpless here just like this!”

Stu, I mean it!” I was panicky and tried to sound angry and in charge, but we both knew that was a far cry from the truth. “You’re being ridiculous right now and I don’t want any part of it!” Ouch! The sudden sting on my backside shocked me into a stunned silence, but once I recovered it just fueled my rage.

What the hell! Did you just whip me?” I roared with indignation.

Yup” came his casual reply. And I’m going to do it again. I’m just trying to decide whether or not I should gag that loud – though no doubt pretty – little mouth of yours. The choice is yours, really.”

I paused to let this register. “What exactly do you mean?”

Well, if you want to keep yelling at me and pretending like you’re the boss, I think it’s in both of our best interest that I quiet you with a nice red ball gag. Or maybe a long, thick penis gag that you’ll have to concentrate not to choke on. That should keep you occupied. What do you think?”

I wasn’t going to call his bluff even before he placed what was unmistakably a penis shaped gag in my trussed hands. I didn’t know who the hell this new Stuart was, but he had run off my reliable, somewhat boring husband, nowhere to be found.

The trouble was, I was getting increasingly wet despite myself. My shoulders were starting to ache slightly, and I felt like if I tried to shift my legs I’d go toppling. My situation, coupled with the exhilarating yet terrifying thought of being gagged with an over-sized penis was enough to cause my pussy to throb, aching with want and desire. I could feel my wetness running down my leg and wondered when he would notice that my body betrayed my words.

So? Answer me, my pretty” he demanded as he trailed the whip – soft on my skin when dormant – along my stomach.

I’ll be good. I won’t yell anymore.”

Won’t yell what?” he asked sharply.

Won’t yell…mean things?” I ventured a guess.

He lashed me from behind; the whip wrapped around and caught both my belly and my crotch, causing me to yelp and jump from the unexpected assault.

“That’s not what I’m looking for. I believe in those wild stories of yours, you’re supposed to end each sentence with ‘Master?’ Tsk, tsk. For how often you’re on those sites, I would have thought that would have come naturally to you,” he mocked as he continued to lightly caress my skin with the whip, causing goosebumps to follow in his wake.

The feeling of helplessness, paired with the fading sting of the whip and the light touches on my body were giving me sensory overload. All these feelings were heightened by the loss of my sight, and my pussy throbbed as it demanded to be touched. The stories I read had often given me a lady boner, but nothing to this extent, a thought that was somewhat exciting but mostly terrifying.  

I knew the merest of contact would alleviate my need, would satiate my ache, and the desire was so carnal that I sealed my fate by opening my mouth.

Please, just fuck me. I need your cock in me right now.”

He paused, seemingly thrown off guard, as he was enjoying his newfound role.  He didn’t know what to make of my change in direction, but he soon recovered.

You are a naughty, disobedient slave indeed, and I think I’m going to enjoy whipping you into shape.” The deviance in his voice was new and different and somewhat scary – albeit exhilarating.  I wondered if he got carried away reading some of the naughtier stories. “Open your mouth, slave.” I knew what was coming but knew better than to argue. Instead I just kept my lips closed.

You’re not getting of that easily.” A strong and painful crack to the flesh on my ass brought tears to the corners of my eyes, and before I could recover, he had plugged my nose until I ran out of air and was forced to breathe through my mouth, at which point he shoved what felt like a hard rubber ball between my teeth.

As I was trying to get a grasp on the situation, he buckled it behind my head, one notch tighter than was comfortable. It didn’t take me long before I was drooling around the gag.

Ah, leaking from your mouth and from your pussy too,” he observed as he ran a finger over the inside of my moist thigh. “You’re loving this, slut, and you can’t deny it in the face of such obvious evidence.”

It was a strange thing indeed. I couldn’t see, speak or move. Part of me really was terrified, particularly since this wasn’t the same guy I married, the guy I could trust with my life. In his place was a deviant monster with a dirty agenda, and I was the unwilling participant. But I was so turned on. I could tell I was dripping juices by the feeling not only in my throbbing crotch, but the warm wetness trickling down my leg.  I had no choice but to trust that, underneath the madness, the man who protected me was still there.

Without warning he probed two fingers into me and circled around inside while simultaneously rubbing my clit with his thumb. Eight years of marriage meant he knew exactly the spot to hit, and I moaned involuntarily into the gag, drool escaping out of the corners of my mouth and down my chin.

I see you like that too. What I wonder, though, is if you’d like one of those nice, fat ass plugs filling your tight little anus?” I squirmed and squirmed and tried to mumble around my gag. I was not ready for that! We experimented with a finger a few times but I was nowhere near ready for even a little plug, let along a great big one. I had checked them out out of morbid curiosity, wondering how anyone could actually enjoy something like that. Had he actually bought one or was he just toying with me?

“Alright then, you’ve made your point.  I’ll save some of the exciting things I have in store for you for later. After all, I’m keeping you trussed as my slave for the whole entire weekend so we’ll have lots of time,” he promised as I heard a vibrator click on. “You’ll be catering to my every whim and I’ll be seeing just how far I can push you without breaking you. Oh, and don’t forget that Monday is a holiday,” he laughed in a devilish tone as I heard the insistent buzz of the vibrator draw nearer.

 

An Unwilling Birthday Present

I knew forgetting Saira’s birthday was going to cost me.  She didn’t cry, she didn’t get mad.  She got an odd glint in her eye and dismissed me with two simple words: “That’s OK.”  Only I knew it wasn’t.

When she showed up at work I was on high alert.  She hated coming.  In her words she had to play the bimbo housewife while laughing at my partners’ jokes and pretending to be a good, kept wife while being so well groomed that the Stepford Wives looked like trailer trash in comparison.  Sadly, it was a bit true.  She worked part time for her sanity, but if my fellow lawyers knew that, they would shun the very idea.  Admittedly, most of them were sexist pigs, so her willingly coming to the office did not bode well at all.

I saw her through my glass wall, flirting customarily with my co-workers, as was expected of her.  In truth, I hated this aspect of my job, using my wife as bait.  But the prestige of making partner a year and a half ago helps to assuage my guilty conscious.  Also helped was the fact that my wife was stunningly beautiful to begin with, and didn’t feel the pressure of plastic surgery, like some of the others.  I cut my phone call short and met her in the hallway.

“Taylor, you old sap!  You didn’t tell us you were so pussywhipped!” Jeremiah Jenkins was a senior partner and senior ass, but I knew better than to get on his bad side, even if he is the most sexist bastard this side of the sun.

“Excuse me?”

“Your wife here tells us that you are planning quite the birthday evening for her.  My wife is lucky if she gets flowers sent by my secretary!” We chuckled politely while he guffawed.  I wanted to point out that reasons like that might explain why he was on wife number four, but the more pressing matter was this supposed birthday bash, something I knew nothing about.

I tuned in to hear him say something lewd to my wife and smack her ass, at which point she turned away with a cold smile and stated the reason for her visit, “Well, I can’t stay long, I have a massage to catch, but Derrik here forgot his medication this morning and I didn’t want him going without.  She lifted up a brown paper bag that I failed to notice she was carrying.

Medication?

“Medication?  What for?” boomed Jenkins, “If he’s having trouble getting it up, I’m more than happy to step up to meet your needs.”  Another obnoxious snort.

I could see my wife using all her willpower not to tell him where to go – something for which I was grateful for – as the lie rolled off her tongue: “Oh, no, believe me, nothing like that.  He just has to take a few rounds of precautionary antibiotics before his hunting trip in Zimbabwe next month.

The trip was true, but I was already up to date on my necessary shots and didn’t need any precautionary antibiotics.  So what the hell was in the bag?

“Why don’t you take care of that now, Hun?  You wouldn’t want to miss your routine dosage and have to start all over again.”

I took the bag, unsure what the hell was going on but playing along.  I resisted the temptation to look in the bag.

“Well, you’ll have to excuse both of us, Jeremiah.  I can’t keep Juan waiting and Derrik needs to use the washroom.”  She leaned over to Jenkins conspiratorially. “The shot goes in his ass cheek.  Not fun.”

Jenkins winked and said, “Don’t have too much fun.”  Another hearty laugh reiterated how funny he thought he was as he walked away.

As Saira leaned over to kiss me goodbye she pushed the bag in my hand as she whispered, “Go to the bathroom and deal with that now, unless you want to be in even more trouble later on.”

With that she was gone and I was left with a mysterious paper bag and a dumb look on my face.

I made my way to the bathroom, and once I was inside, I opened the package.  My heart lurched as I caught a glimpse of what was inside.  Embarrassed, I quickly shoved it back in as looked around to make sure no one was in there with me.

I peeked again, as if by doing it a second time the object might have become something less foreboding.  It didn’t.  I noticed a folded paper in the bag, and after pulling it out, I realized it was a note from Saira:

Derrik, since you forgot about my birthday, I thought I’d save you the trouble and I buy us both a gift.  Well, one for me and one for both of us.  I bought you this butt plug both for my entertainment value, as well as to get your ass primed and ready for my new toy, which is my gift to myself.  I will be using it on you tonight.  You are to insert this plug now, and wear it for the remainder of the day.  Should I find out that you have not complied, your life will be infinitely worse as a result.  There is some lube in there to help you out.  Happy stuffing.

What the hell?  Was she serious?  The most backdoor play we had ever dabbled in was a little finger in her anus while going down on her, and now she wanted me to shove a plug in my ass?  At work?  And wear it all day?

Just as I was contemplating what the hell to do, my phone chimed, startling me. It was Saira: You had better be in the bathroom.

I responded: I am.  What the hell is this all about?  You can’t be serious??

Saira: I’m as serious as a stroke.

I chuckled, and before I could think of how to respond, another text from her: Now get it in your ass, and once you do, send a picture so I know you’ve done it.

Shit, she really was serious.  I locked myself in a stall and pulled the package out of the bag, inspected my soon-to-be invader.  It was black, made of soft silicone with a rectangular base, presumably to rest between my ass cheeks once it was wedged in.  But the real problem was the size of it.  It was large and bulbous, and had a foreboding second bulb off centre from the first.  The package boasted great prostate stimulation.  But all I could think of was how the hell was I supposed to get that thing into my ass?

I grabbed my phone.  How the hell am I supposed to get that thing in my ass?

I watched the screen, waiting, hoping she would see how foolhardy her plan was.  Then, another text:  You’re smart.  You’ll find a way.  Better do it soon, Jenkins mentioned a partners meeting at 11:00.

I looked at my watch.  Shit!  That didn’t leave me much time.

I turned it over a few times in my hand, nervous to even get started.  But being short on time and taking her threat seriously resigned me to my fate.  If this is what she was doing now, what the hell would she do to me if I refused?  And if I was honest with myself, a small part of me was turned on by the prospect of being a bit used and abused and forced into this situation.

I generously applied lube to the object of my humiliation, then applied a bit more for good measure.  I undid my pants, becoming painfully aware not only of what I was being forced to subject myself to in the public bathrooms at work, but that the clock was running out.  That meant I didn’t have the luxury of going slow.

I prayed that no one would come in as pressed the toy to my tight and unwilling asshole, then I took a deep breath and pushed.

Pain accompanied by a sharp intake of breath told me my puckered virgin hole was not liking the idea of an intruder.  I breathed deeply a few times, and once I felt relaxed, I pushed a little more.  I tensed, waiting for more pain, but a stretching sensation and some minor discomfort was all I felt.

My ass was feeling stretched and violated, and I was sure it must be all the way in, but when I felt to around, I was dismayed to realize I wasn’t even close – the small offset bulb was in, but I still had the big one to go.

Panic set in as I tried to reason with myself that I could do this, despite my ass telling me otherwise.  A growing sense of panic at the time, combined with not wanting to talk myself out of what I was doing caused me to push hard and fast.

An audible groan escaped my lips as my asshole burned with the feeling of being stretched and violated beyond what it should have been in such a short time.

I took a few deep breaths to compose myself, pulled up my pants, and left the stall, giving a quick peek out first to make sure I was still alone.  Thank goodness I was.  I stuffed the bag as far as I could into the garbage, washed my hands well and filled the garbage can full of paper towel to hide the object of my shame.  Shit.  I should have pulled the note out first to be sure no one could trace it back to me.

I left the washroom feeling like a dirty boy with a dirty secret.  I tried my hardest not to change my walk so as to give away my vulnerable position, but every step I took was a silent screaming reminder of how full my ass was.  I prayed like hell that it would stay in as I made my way down the hall, though judging by the small tapered base and the bulbous head, I figured I was pretty safe in that department.

I walked into the boardroom, feeling agitated and out of sorts.  All I could think about was the discomfort in my ass.  I wondered with trepidation what the hell my wife had planned for me.

“Look who finally decided to show!”  Jenkins was the last person I wanted to be around right now.  I tried my hardest not to glare at him as I sat down.

“You OK, Buddy?  You look like you’re sweating pretty bad.”  Jerry was the only guy at the firm whom I would consider an actual friend.  I hoped my predicament wasn’t that obvious, but I shrugged it off as best as I could.

I decided to go with the same lie as my wife, so I mumbled, “Yeah, I have to give myself a shot in the ass to prepare for my trip, always makes me queasy.”

I was distracted for the entire meeting.  If these guys knew what was in my ass, I would never be able to face them again.  The thought of that coupled with the physical sensations assaulting me made for a very useless contributor, and I was thankful that no one called me out on my lack of participation.

Another sensation was slowly creeping in on me, making me feel uncomfortable in an entirely different way.  As my ass got used to the impaler, I couldn’t deny that I was starting to feel aroused every time I shifted in my chair.  The offset knob was definitely rubbing on what I assumed was my prostate, because despite the overwhelming feeling of fullness, there was a definite pleasurable sensation.

Between meeting with clients, talking on the phone, and directing my assistant, the day was as full as my anus.  There was no forgetting the oversized plug was there, and every movement, every time I sat down, was a reminder of what was in my ass.  At some point, I was surprised to realize my cock was growing hard, and I had to fight to hide a hard erection for much of the afternoon, especially when thinking about my wife’s new found dominance over me.

I finally pulled in the driveway, thankful that the day was done, though feeling some slight trepidation over what was to come.

She greeted me in high heels and stockings, held up by a garter belt that disappeared into her short silk robe.  Her breasts were firm and perky in her push-up bra, which was visible through the top of the gaping robe.  My erection came back in full force, so hard it was physically aching.

She wasted no time in ordering me to turn around.  “I want to make sure my little ass slut obeyed so I know how much I should punish him,” she purred wantonly in my ear.

She pulled my pants down and felt in between my ass cheeks, purred her approval as she pushed and pulled on the plug, causing an involuntary moan to escape my lips.  I couldn’t deny I was completely turned on.

“You like that, do you?  Good, because there’s plenty more where that came from.”  She laughed somewhat deviously as she bent me onto the couch and ripped the plug out of my ass unceremoniously.  Before I realized what was happening, I felt another object slide into my ass, this one narrower than the plug, but certainly much longer.

It was only when Saira’s hips met my ass cheeks did I realize what was going on.  I struggled to get up, embarrassed of the implications of having a cock in my ass -even a fake one – but she held me tight as she ground into me even harder.

“You’re not going anywhere, you little whore,” she growled as she worked the cock all the way out to the tip, before plunging it back into the hilt.  I gasped with a mixture of pleasure and pain while grappling emotional feelings of the same extremes.  “Since you forgot about my birthday, this is your gift to me, so don’t even think you’re getting out of it.”

She continued to rock me from behind, and it took a few moments to gain my composure and get my thoughts on track, which was still difficult thanks to the mixed assault on my senses.  “Where the hell is this coming from?”  I was genuinely surprised that my fairly vanilla wife was engaging in such a devious act.

She slowed down her pace as she spoke.  “Well, ever since I watched that episode of Broad City, I couldn’t get the idea of pegging out of my head.”

“Pegging?” I queried.

“Giving it to a man with a strap-on,” she panted as she impaled me again and again with long hard thrusts.

It seemed foolish to talk during this cherry-popping, but I had so many questions.  “They have a name for it?”

“Yes,” she groand as she slipped into a quick, steady rhythm, “and the thought has rather become an obsession with me, but I never knew how to approach the subject.” She was right about that – I definitely wouldn’t have been open to the idea if she had simply asked. She went on.  “When you missed my birthday, I thought it was the perfect opportunity to get my way.  I was sufficiently annoyed that I didn’t really care if you enjoyed it or not, but the butt plug was a good way to not only distract you with discomfort, but to prep you for a good pounding without having to try to cajole your asshole into accepting my cock right off the bat.

“And it looks like my plan worked well – you’re taking it like a seasoned pro.”  With that she sped up her pace, and the harder she gave it to me, the better it felt.  Her breathing was getting heavier and her moans louder, which served to turn me on immensely.  It seemed like the more she moaned, the harder she thrust, and I could tell she was close to orgasming.

I felt dirty, like I shouldn’t be enjoying the pounding my ass was receiving, but I couldn’t help it, I was loving it.  It wasn’t just the physical sensations, but the thought of being dominated by her.  It was a complete role reversal, and it was hot as hell.

She reached around and grabbed my cock, and my head felt like it was going to explode from the sheer sensation of grabbing it while railing me.  It felt extra sensitive, and made me want her to be even rougher.

Without thinking about it, I heard myself beg her to give it to me harder.  I was hardly aware of the noises I was making – noises I wasn’t used to uttering, but I couldn’t help myself.

I felt her slow down, and knew the rhythm of jerking me off was likely throwing her off.  I grabbed my own cock and picked up where she left off, which left her free to grab my hips with both hands and thrust hard.

As she worked me over, I could tell she was about to come.  I jacked off harder, determined to come when she did.

Soon she cried out and shuddered.  I simultaneously blew my load, thick and hot and ample.  The sensation was like nothing I had felt before.  I was literally seeing stars as she collapsed in a panting heap on top of my body, which was shaking from the mind-blowing orgasm I had just experienced.

In due time we gained our composure.  She slid out of me and off of me, and immediately I wanted her back in, filling my ass once more.

“If you never want to do that again, I understand, but thanks for the birthday present.  I must admit, it was better than my fantasies”  She bent down and kissed me before heading to the bathroom.

Little did she know it felt more like my present, and if I have my way, that toy will be making another appearance in the very near future.  If only my partners could see me now.