Neighborhood Sex and Torture Club
CHAPTER 5
Bill stole into the house and down to the basement quietly. He
didn't want Connie to know he was there. She was just as he had left
her, suspended on the St. Andrew's cross, her tits heaving as the
alligator clips bit into her nipples, her pussy lips red and swollen
from supporting the weight of her body. He was momentarily taken
aback with the sounds he heard emanating from under the hood. Perhaps
the pain and the helplessness of her situation had driven her out of
her mind.
As he listened more closely, he began to make some sense from the
endless stream of low, guttural sounds. Connie was half moaning and
half crying while uttering a constant litany of foul language.
"Fuckmeeatmesuckmypussybeatmyasslickmycunttonguemyclit
whipmytitsbitemynipplesscrewmeintheasspinchmebeatmehurtme"
Every time she paused to take a breath she changed her position.
Bill watched her for several minutes. On one breath she flexed her
arms, pulling her pussy off the dowel rod but stretching her nipples
to twice their original size. Bill saw that the teeth of the clips
had buried deep into her nipples and were no longer even visible.
Flecks of blood, some dried, others fresh, showed it had happened
some time ago. Her tits were rock hard and sat on her chest like twin
mounds of polished granite. Her nipples had turned a dark purple
color, partly from the abuse, and partly from extreme sexual
excitation.
She relaxed her arms on the next breath. The pressure on her abused
nipples eased but was replaced by a stabbing pain in her pussy as the
thick dowel rod split her labia and disappeared deep inside her,
trapping her clit, mashing it against her pelvic bone. Bill noticed
the wooden rod was covered with her thick cream. He saw the muscles
in her thighs tense and realized she was using her legs to pull
herself down even harder on the wooden rod. She was trying to
increase the pain she was feeling!
Much to his surprise, his cock began to stiffen. Watching his wife
thrash about in the throes of agony and ecstasy made him realize just
how beautiful she was. Her body, rippling and quivering, as orgasm
after orgasm raced through her, was exquisite. Her large firm
breasts, small, waspish waist, flaring to wide sensual hips, and
long tapering thighs, made her the picture of perfection. Bill
couldn't help but compare her to the two women he had just left.
Connie fit almost perfectly between Kim and her mother. Kim had the
hard, slender body of youth, while Rosie was more robust, soft and
plump, but not fat. Connie was the average of the two.
He was amazed that he hadn't remembered how gorgeous she was and
wondered why he had ever neglected her sexually. Any man in his right
mind would have given almost anything for just one night with this
stunning woman. She had been his for the taking for years and he had
seldom taken advantage of the opportunity. He had been a fool, but
that was all in the past. From now on he intended to give her all
she could handle, and more. If she needed to be dominated, he was
going to be her Master. If she needed pain and abuse, he was going to
torture and humiliate her endlessly. When she wanted to play exotic
sex games, he had two neighbors willing to play and had little doubt
he could recruit more if the need arose.
Bill moved to his wife and began releasing her. He removed the clips
first then lowered the cross to the floor to ease the pressure on her
pussy and unfasten her arms and legs. Finally he slipped the hood
from her head.
Connie recovered in just a matter of moments. When her eyes focused
on her husband, she started begging.
"Please take me, Bill. I need it. I need to be fucked. Oh God, do
anything you want to me. Make me do anything you want. I'll be your
whore and your slave I'll be a slut if you want, but please, please,
fuck me now."
"Yes, dear. You will be my whore, and my slave, and, undoubtedly, a
sex slut, but now, we have to get a few things straight between us. I
have a proposition to offer you. It will clear the air between us and
make what happened in the past just that, long past, forgiven and
forgotten. You really have only two choices. Accept my proposal and
faithfully abide by all the rules, or divorce immediately and suffer
the consequences. This includes having this entire matter brought up
in court, probably costing you your job, and certainly losing all
rights to Jimmy, and any money you might have gotten in a
settlement."
Connie knew she wasn't thinking straight and struggled to clear her
mind. It was difficult, almost impossible, considering her state of
mind, but she did the best she could, under the circumstances. She
listened carefully to what her husband had to say.
"Here's my deal. What you did has caused you to lose all your rights
to equality in this relationship. Now, I know what you were looking
for and I am prepared to give it to you. The catch is that you will
live that life style all day, every day. I will be your Master and
you will be my slave, subservient and always obedient, and subject
to severe punishment for every indiscretion or simply on my whim."
"What about when we are in public or when Jimmy is around?" Connie
asked.
"The beauty of this arrangement is that you don't have to worry
about things like that. I will take all responsibility for our image
in public and at home. You just remember that you are the slave and
do anything and everything I ask. If we are at a dinner party and I
tell you to get under the table and suck off every man there, I will
expect you to do it immediately. If you refuse or hesitate, I will
punish you, probably right there at the party, for all to see."
A picture of what her husband was saying sprang into Connie's mind.
She could see herself under a table, on her hands and knees, moving
from man to man, unzipping his pants and taking his cock in her
mouth, licking and sucking on it until it shot its load of thick
cream in her mouth. Her pussy went into a spasm, and she was off
into another orgasm. God, what had she become? Just the thought of
performing some perverted act was enough to make her cum. When she
calmed down, she realized Bill had just asked her a question.
"It's your choice, Connie. Do you accept the conditions or should I
have my lawyer file for divorce?"
"You are my Master and I am yours to command" she answered, her
voice quaking.
"Good. Let's begin now."
Connie's tits and nipples were very sore from the three hours of
abuse they had endured, and her pussy still throbbed and ached. Their
long talk had calmed her down somewhat, but she continued to be
extremely horny, and her husband's proposal sounded very exciting to
her. The idea of being his slave appealed to her, especially if the
session he had devised for her earlier this evening was an
indication of what she could expect from him. Her only concern was
that he would revert to his straight and boring manner, leaving her
no choice but to search, again, for someone to satisfy her bizarre
sexual appetite. Connie loved her husband and her son, but since
discovering the thrills of bondage and discipline, she knew that she
could never again return to her old life style, no matter what the
cost.
While all this was going through her mind, Bill had been busy
setting up the other device he had built. Using a few ropes and
pulleys which ran from the ceiling, walls, and floor, he had
fashioned a versatile suspension system. He ordered Connie to roll
over on her stomach and extend her arms and legs as much as
possible. When she was in position, he enclosed her wrists and ankles
in the fleece lined cuffs he had purchased at the sex shop.
He attached the pulley ropes to the rings on the cuffs and began to
pull, first from the sides, then from the top. The result was that
Connie was stretched into a human "X" and raised about three feet
from the floor. Connie appeared to be laying on an invisible table
because the ropes were so taut. There was no sag in her body. The
strain on her arms and legs was considerable. Connie remembered
stories of people being stretched on the rack in Medieval times. This
must be similar, she thought. Bill made a few minor adjustments to
the ropes which left Connie with her head and arms lower than her
feet and legs. She was inclined at about a thirty degree angle.
There was no way to twist her head enough to see Bill. Connie stared
at the floor and contemplated her position.
When Bill stood between her wide spread legs, he had a perfect view
of her gaping pussy, soft, smooth thighs, and rounded hillocks of her
ass. Since she was stretched as tight as a piano wire, she knew he
was also looking right into the wrinkled, brown, pucker of her
asshole. Being so exposed, even if it was just to her husband, made
Connie heat up again. She also realized how vulnerable she was. Her
most intimate private parts were open and available.
She was not in much pain right now, but knew that could change
quickly, if Bill decided to whip, spank, or paddle her. He might
concentrate on her ass, but she knew she would take some blows right
where it hurt most, on her pussy, asshole, and thighs. The
anticipation of this was making the juice run out of her pussy and
causing her to tremble. This was not lost on Bill, who also saw the
goose bumps form on her smooth skin. He knew she was ready, and so
was he.
Connie never saw the leather paddle in his hand and was not prepared
when the first blow landed squarely on her ass cheeks. The force of
the blow made her bounce up and down, putting even more strain on her
arms and legs. She screamed before she could get control of herself.
Bill had chosen the same paddle Kim had picked for her mother. The
metal studs left purple dots all over her creamy ass. A flurry of
stokes rained on her poor, unprotected bottom, and Connie's screams
rose in pitch and volume. Teardrops streamed down her face and
dropped to the floor.
Bill had learned enough from Kim and Rosie to know that the tears
and screams were real, but not a sign for him to stop. Fear, pain,
and helplessness, were all components of the process. It had to be
realistic for the victim to get maximum enjoyment. Admittedly, the
realism made the whole procedure more enjoyable for him as well.
He had switched to a short leather whip that ended with several
long, thin, strands. When these hit the skin, they spread out,
leaving angry, red, lines of fire behind. Bill was busily snapping
this whip against his wife's thighs, concentrating on the smooth and
sensitive inner portion. Connie's screams changed to shrieks,
especially when some strands found their way into her pussy, which
was already gaping open from the abuse it had suffered while on the
St. Andrew's cross. He was whipping her inside her pussy! The pain
was indescribable, but delicious.
"Yessssss!. My pussy. Whip my pussy. Make it bleed, whip it
raaawwwww!!!" Connie was yelling at the top of her lungs, and
threatening to pull her arms and legs out of their sockets by
thrashing around so much.
Bill complied and aimed five quick, hard strokes right into the vee
of her crotch. The leather strands fanned out, snapping with a soggy
splat against her labia, burying deep into the wet cavern of her
cunt, digging into the crease of her ass to pop agonizingly against
her sphincter, and cracking against her clitoris, which had abandoned
its protective hood and stood proud and erect, begging for
punishment.
Connie stiffened with this last onslaught of blows. Orgasms swept
through her, obliterating all the pain. She came again and again,
literally squirting cum from her palpitating pussy.
Bill dropped the whip and ripped off his clothes. When he sank his
cock into her convulsing cunt the heat almost made him cum
immediately and he had to fight for control. Connie was not able to
move, to fuck him, but it was not necessary. Her slick cuntal walls
rippled up and down the length of his steel shaft, gripping his cock
in a hot spongy glove, milking him. Connie's whole body quivered like
a vibrator.
Bill's cock lodged deep in her cunt sent Connie off on another
series of cums, even more intense than the ones she had just
experienced. She had never known such pleasure was possible. It
fleetingly crossed her mind that the pain she had suffered was a
small price to pay for such ecstasy. She would be willing to undergo
much more, to reach this height of orgasmic bliss. All the pain and
humiliation she had suffered at the hands of other men had ultimately
brought her the relief she sought, but nothing compared to what she
was experiencing with her husband. Connie realized what a fool she
had been. She had been looking for happiness in all the wrong places
when it had been right here at home all the time.
Bill came. It seemed like gallons of hot, thick, cum pumped through
his prick, scalding Connie's insides. There was too much for her
pussy to hold and it leaked out around his cock, puddling on the
floor beneath them. Bill couldn't believe it. He had already cum
twice tonight, but this time was the best. Did it always get better
each time you did it? Was it the bondage and discipline? Was it
because he was punishing his wife for her past indiscretions? Or was
it because he thoroughly enjoyed dominating women, and his beautiful
wife seemed to appreciate it so much? He didn't really know, or care,
for that matter. Bill just knew that he had never enjoyed an evening
so much. Rosie, Kim, and now Connie, had given him a night he would
remember forever. He vowed it wouldn't be the last.
It was very late when he released his wife and they went upstairs to
their bedroom. They were exhausted, but neither could sleep. They
stayed awake talking until almost morning before they finally
collapsed, nestled in each other's arms.
When they woke, late the next morning, Connie and Bill knew they
were not the same people who had lived in this house the day before.
Their lives were taking a turn and neither of them knew where they
would end. They did know it had been a long time since they had been
as in love with each other as they were now, and they had a
commitment to see this new phase of their life through, wherever it
may lead.
During their talk they had been completely honest with each other.
Connie had told him her entire story, how she had dreamed about
bondage for a long time, her affair with Steve and her introduction
into the real world of bondage and discipline. She told him about the
men and women she had been with and how they had all helped to
further her education. Connie even told him about her last meeting
with Steve, when he had introduced her to another Master who was
supposed to take his place when he left for Asia.
Bill's story was, of course, much shorter, but he told Connie about
Rosie and Kim. Connie found herself becoming jealous as he talked,
but remembered she had no right to criticize or be judgemental. She
was a little taken aback when he told about Kim joining in, she was
so young. As Bill continued, Connie's attitude changed, she found
herself wishing her mother had been more like Rosie. It would have
kept her from wasting so much time. Kim was a very lucky girl. She
was lucky to have a mother who understood the most basic needs of a
woman, and lucky to have Bill to bring her such pleasure at such a
tender age. The only thing Bill kept to himself was his deeper
understanding of Kim's true nature. It would serve no purpose to
tell Connie now, and Kim would act submissive until he decided it was
time for her to break out of that role.
They set some ground rules. Much of the time they would follow their
normal patterns, although Connie was never to forget her slave
status. A couple of key words or actions would trigger their new
roles. If Bill addressed Connie as "Cee" she would know to
immediately assume her slave posture, head bowed, arms behind her
back, and eyes downcast. When he fastened her leather collar around
her neck she lost all her rights and equality and became his
possession, a toy to use as he wished. For her part, Connie could
signal her desire to slip into her submissive role by addressing
Bill as Master or by appearing before him naked and handcuffed.
Bill spent much of Saturday in his basement workshop. He completely
soundproofed the room, installed new locks, and added a couple of new
bondage and torture devices to his growing collection. He wanted to
make sure that they could play their games without fear of Jimmy
hearing or interrupting them, and certainly didn't want to have to
wait until Jimmy was gone for the evening. Part of the excitement he
and Connie felt was because of the spontaneity. Each knew the other
could start the game at any given moment. Bill wanted to have the
freedom to act when the urge struck, and he expected the urge to
strike often.
He managed to slip next door to let Rosie and Kim in on what had
transpired, and suggested they drop in about five for a drink. It
would be a good test for Connie. He would invoke her slave posture in
front of them and watch how she responded. Depending on her reaction,
they might all retire to the basement for an evening of fun.
The two of them eagerly accepted the invitation. Rosie was only too
happy to have another sex session, and Kim was excited about seeing
another woman's reaction to pain and bondage. Besides, she was still
waiting for Bill to finally fuck her, with luck, tonight would be the
night.
