At The Bottom Of The Bag

The next morning it was Sunday and Tom and Garry went to play football in the park. As Mary waved them off she noticed that Garry was wearing his tracksuit. No short shorts for him today, she remembered the state of his bottom last night, he wouldn’t dare expose that down at the playing fields! She nipped over to Pauline’s for a quick cuppa.

 

“Well, how did you like foursomes then?” Pauline asked as they sat and chatted at the kitchen table.

 

“I never thought…” Mary paused, marshalling her thoughts. “I never thought I’d be into anything like that. Sex was somehow sacred, you know, man and wife, alone and in bed, but once I got started it was kind of liberating. I really thought I’d feel guilty, good little girls aren’t supposed to enjoy kinky games, but I don’t, I don’t at all. And when we got home Tom and I had some of the best sex ever. I wouldn’t have thought he could get it up again, not after all that had happened, but we went to bed and made love for hours, really made love, I mean, not just sex, something special.”

 

“I know what you mean, Garry’s like that.”

 

“Er, Pauline.” Mary was hesitant, she knew what she wanted to ask was treading on dangerous ground. “Last night, when you were teasing Tom, you said that he’d like to er, fuck you. Would you... Would you let him?”

 

“Don’t worry, I was only teasing. You know I’d never do anything you weren’t comfortable with, and I’d never go behind your back. That goes both ways, of course.”

 

“Of course, but would you? If I said it was alright, I mean.”

 

“I don’t know. I don’t want this to get out of hand. I really enjoyed last night and I hope we can do it again soon, but, I have to admit, sometimes I wonder what it would be like. No one’s been near me since Garry and I started dating, I’m not that sort, but I can’t help wondering what it would feel like, to have another man’s prick inside me. What about you?”

 

“Oh, I don’t know either.” Naively Mary hadn’t thought that her question would be thrown back at her, but it was on her mind. She couldn’t lose this image of Pauline's buttocks, creamy white between the leather of her corset and the tops of her stockings. In her wilder moments last night she'd imagined her trussed up and letting Tom have his way with her, all under her command of course, but then there would be Garry, what about Garry? Her brief experience of Garry’s tongue had left her curious. What would it feel like to make love to another man, especially in a way which wouldn’t threaten her marriage?

 

“Let’s just take it as it comes.” Mary said at last. “After all, I’m finding all sorts of things I didn’t know I would do.”

 

“Like kissing another woman, for example?” Pauline teased.

 

“That was just a tease for the boys.” Mary countered.

 

“Oh, right.” Pauline's disbelief was obvious. “You weren't turned on at all, or do I remember someone having a teensy weensy orgasm last night?”

 

Mary blushed beetroot. She'd always been uncomfortable about lesbianism, when a friend a school had made a pass at her she'd run a mile, and of all the taboos she was overcoming, this was the hardest. After all, playing foursomes was only a grown up version of the snogging sessions she'd had at parties as a teenager and some discrete net surfing last week had shown her that the S&M stuff was very common, almost normal, it seemed. On the other hand making love to another woman, well, she was strictly heterosexual, wasn't she? Part of her was also concerned that, if she let this thing get out of control, she'd end up having an affair with Pauline behind Tom's back, and that was strictly out of the question.

 

Against all this were the facts that she had enjoyed cuddling with Pauline, she had had an orgasm, and she couldn't shake the image of Pauline's body, and her wicked desire to play with it.

 

“Ok, Ok,” Pauline took Mary's hand in hers, seeing her friend’s discomfort, “I'm not suggesting we nip upstairs for a wild sex session, or anything. It's just that, when we're playing, I'm a believer in anything goes as long as no one gets hurt, and I'm not afraid to admit that you really turned me on last night.”

 

'Afraid', the word echoed inside Mary. It was fear that held her back all the time, fear of upsetting people. Fear of upsetting Tom had kept her the quiet little housewife all these years, fear of upsetting her boss meant that she was stuck in a dead end part time job. Her self esteem had never been high, at school she hadn’t felt good enough to be one of the 'in crowd', and, she was beginning to understand, it was fear that let Pauline walk all over her all the time, even if she did it in the nicest possible way. But over the last week she was getting glimpses of a different woman, a woman who could demand respect, and get it. For a start she knew her relationship with Tom would never be the same again, she was no longer going to be his little hausfrau, their relationship was going to be between equals from now on.

 

As for Pauline and her, well, she knew Tom wouldn't mind, not as long as he could watch, but if they were going to get in a clinch together it would be on her terms; she was no longer content to be the passive partner all the time.

 

“So, do you want to play foursomes again?” Pauline asked.

 

“Yes, definitely yes, but let's wait a while first. I don't want it to take over.”

 

“That's understood. We'll give it a week or two. Hey, did you hear about what happened to Sarah down at the supermarket?” The conversation drifted off to other things.

 

*******

 

On Tuesday evening Mary suggested to Tom that they go Internet shopping. She'd already done some research and had bookmarked some interesting sites. As they sat in front of the PC they were, of necessity, squeezed together and Mary was pleased to find that searching for suitable toys and restraints was, somehow, a shared intimacy. Tom, for his part, was both pleased and surprised by how quickly Mary had become enthusiastic about, as he saw it, pandering to his fantasies. As they scrolled through the pages Mary would ask, in a sweet voice, 'How about this one?' or 'Ooh, that looks nice, shall I tie you up in one of those?’ She slipped her hand onto his lap and undid his fly; a little more squirming and she'd delved inside his boxer shorts and was fondling his rapidly stiffening penis. Tom leaned closer and kissed her on the cheek before returning to the shopping. Eventually they had chosen a selection of restraints, including a stiff leather collar, and, on Mary's insistence, a paddle and a tawse. When it came time to pay Tom baulked a bit at the three-figure bill, but Mary's hand worked its magic and he was soon inputting his credit card details.

 

“Right, that's you all kitted out. Now it's my turn.” Mary opened up a few more bookmarked sites. This time it was lingerie shops and Mary used the mouse to point out various corsets and basques, each time asking Tom for his opinion. Up until recently Tom would never have dreamed that Mary would be into this sort of stuff, he remembered his disappointment when he had bought her the lacy bra and panties set which she had never worn until the other day, how she had stuck with the most boring plain white underwear all the time. Now she was suggesting all sorts of hot stuff that had previously only featured in his fantasies. He remembered how sexy he had found Mary when they first started dating, but that had been a sweet little girl sexiness; this was the clothing of a real woman, his real woman. He needed no persuasion to cough up this time.

 

************

 

Tom was away on yet another business trip so he wasn't there on Thursday when the delivery arrived. Mary took the parcel upstairs and laid the contents out on the bed. She was amazed that it had arrived so quickly, the mail order company must have been on the case to turn around Tom’s order in such a short time. She picked up the paddle and thwacked it across her hand. Ow, that hurt! She remembered the leathering she’d given Tom, it really must have been painful, and yet he hadn’t used the stop word, and had only complained a teensy bit later. She’d never fully understand the pain angle, for her the games were all about power, being in control, having Tom look to her needs for a change. For her the paddle was a symbol of authority, and beating Tom was about asserting that authority rather than causing him pain. However, Tom seemed to like it and she knew that, if she were to get her way, she’d have to pander to his desires now and again. Maybe she’d go a bit easier next time, until they found exactly where the boundaries lay.

 

She put the paddle down and picked up one of the wrist cuffs. The leather was firm but supple and they’d chosen Velcro fasteners rather than buckles as she noticed, round at Pauline’s that they were faster and easier to put on and off, and they could hold her victim just as securely. She wrapped one around her left wrist, getting it quite tight, and then pulled hard at the ‘D’ ring. The supple leather held her firm and she could pull really hard without the cuff cutting into her flesh; she was glad they had spent those few extra pounds. She sorted through the rest of the things. A collection of quick release snaps would connect the cuffs together, and she played with them for a while so that she could see exactly how they worked. Four short lengths of chain could be used to attach the cuffs to the four corners of the bed, again she experimented for a few moments so that she’d be confident when the time came to do it for real. The last item was a blindfold. She smiled to herself as she felt the soft leather run through her fingers. There were some definite teasing possibilities here. She sorted out an old overnight bag that Tom had sometimes used for short trips and put the stuff away.

 

********

 

At nine-o-clock the phone rang. It was Tom checking in from the hotel.

 

“Hello, darling. How are you? It’s been a really boring meeting but the good news is that I can slip away early tomorrow. I should be home for five so we can have the evening together.”

 

“Hi, Tom, I’m fine.” Mary smiled to herself, it wasn’t usual for Tom to rush home to be with her; this marked a definite upswing in their relationship. “Guess what arrived today? We’ve got a parcel!”

 

“Wow, that was fast! Which one is it, the leather or the lingerie?”

 

“The leather. I guess you wish you were here to try it out.” Mary made her voice soft and seductive.

 

“You bet! What’s it like? Is it Ok?” Tom’s excitement was clear down the phone.

 

“You’ll just have to wait and see. If you’re good to me we might just try them out tomorrow night.”

 

“Yes, please!”

 

“Yes, please, what?” Mary snapped back.

 

“Yes, please, Mistress.”

 

“That’s better. As I said, we’ll have to see. I bet you’re getting all worked up thinking about it.”

 

“I am a bit.” Tom confessed.

 

“Play with yourself, now, while I’m on the phone.” Mary heard rustling as Tom, lying on the bed in his hotel room, pushed his trousers down. A moment or two later he picked the phone back up. “That’s better, give it a little stroke as you think about all the things I might do to you tomorrow. Now we’ve got the cuffs I’ve got all sorts of ideas I’d like to try out.”

 

“Like what?” Tom’s breathing was getting heavy.

 

“Ooh, that would be telling. Now, what should I wear? Oh, and you forgot to call me Mistress, you’ll get punished for that.”

 

“Sorry, Mistress, did the paddle come?”

 

“Yes, indeed. Just the thing for smacking your naughty little bottom.”

 

“Yes, Mistress. Please tell me more.”

 

“No, that’s enough for now, and you’re not allowed to come until I let you, if I let you, tomorrow.”

 

“Mary!” Tom was aghast. “I can’t stop now, I’ve got to meet the lads in the bar in two minutes and I can’t go down with an erection like this. What will they think?”

 

“Well I suggest you take a cold shower or something. If you come, I’ll know. Good night, see you tomorrow.”

 

“Night, night, Mary. I love you.”

 

“Night, night, Tom. I love you too.”

 

Tom lay on the bed, his penis throbbing. He sorely wanted to finish himself off, but somehow wives seemed to have a sixth sense about these things. Also, there was a thrill in holding it back. He pulled up his trousers, and, after a minute or two to let the bulge subside, went down to the bar to join his workmates.

 

Mary, for her part, was also feeling a frisson of excitement. She'd enjoyed teasing Tom, enjoyed knowing that it had turned him on, and was determined to make sure that tomorrow lived up to their expectations. She thought about the things in the bag and the games they'd played with Pauline and Garry. Tomorrow she'd be in charge; there would be no Pauline to guide her. That, in itself, was a little scary; she was so used to having others make decisions for her, be it Tom, Pauline or her boss at work. Now she would be calling the shots.

 

*******

 

The next afternoon Tom’s speed was barely legal as he drove home along the motorway. There were the inevitable hold-ups due to roadworks near Stoke and he drummed his fingers on the dashboard in impatience. He did, however, think to buy some flowers on the way, and not from a garage, Mary’s reaction to the last bunch he had given her had shown him that this was a winner. At last he pulled into the drive and, grabbing the flowers and his bag from the boot, went into the house.

 

During the day Mary had been thinking about the evening ahead. She'd sorted out what she was going to wear, until the lingerie order arrived there wasn't much choice, and made sure the house was clean and tidy. Really Tom ought to be doing the housework but there wasn't time for that, and she knew she wouldn't get into the spirit of things if she were distracted by noticing that, for example, the carpet needed vacuuming. She'd decided to have a long hot bath, always her favourite way to relax and  had prepared the bathroom, sorting out some nice bath oils and setting out the scented candles when it had struck her, the bath could wait.

 

She'd gone back to the bedroom, found her scissors, a vanity mirror and her electric razor. Carefully, very carefully, she'd re-trimmed her pubic hair until it was a nice neat triangle which enhanced, rather than hid, her charms. She thought about shaving it all off but the thought of a five-o-clock shadow worried her. She didn't want it to be  rough and itchy. Then she got dressed in smart, but respectable, clothes and got on with the housework.

 

******

 

“Mary, it's me. I'm home.” Tom called out as he came through the front door.

 

“I'm upstairs, in the bedroom.” Mary called out in return. Tom leapt up the stairs. In the bedroom! He couldn't wait, but his face fell when he found Mary, sitting at her dressing table, smartly, but not particularly sexily, dressed. All the way home he'd been hoping she would be ready for action, heaven knows, he was.

 

“Oh, darling. Are those for me?” Mary smiled when she saw the flowers. “How thoughtful. I thought we'd eat at the Fairfield Arms tonight.”

 

“But... But...” Tom stuttered.

 

“What? Did you think I was going to cook tonight? As you can barely manage beans on toast I suggest you take your wife out for a nice meal, and if you behave yourself, we'll see what happens next.”

 

“Ok.” Tom was disappointed, but he could see Mary's point.

 

“Go and take a shower, you're all hot and sweaty, and put your dirty clothes in the basket. I don't want to have to pick up after you.” Mary took the flowers and went off to find a vase. Tom undressed and went to shower and shave. When he returned Mary was sitting on the bed waiting for him. The pink panties lay beside her. She picked them up and handed them to him.

 

“These will help remind you who's boss tonight. Now hurry up, I'm hungry.”

 

“Yes, Mistress.” Tom took the panties from her.

 

“I'm not sure I want you to call me Mistress, it's Pauline's word and it sounds too much like I'm your bit on the side. Ma'am, that will do. You will call me Ma'am.”

 

“Yes, Ma'am. Certainly, Ma'am.” Tom got dressed as quickly as he could and they went out to eat.

 

The Fairfield Arms was a pretty standard family pub; the food, whilst nothing special, was quite adequate and it had the advantage of being a short drive from their house. When they got there Mary chose a quiet table, away from the centre of the room, where they could chat privately. They chose their meals and Tom went off to order. When he returned he was about to take the chair opposite Mary.

 

“No, Tom, come and sit next to me. I want you within reach.” Tom moved round to the chair next to Mary and shuffled it a bit closer. Mary reached over and rested her hand on his thigh. “So, did you play with yourself last night?”

 

“No, Ma'am. You told me not to.” Tom replied. Mary walked her fingers a little further up his thigh.

 

“Good, then I guess you're all ready for tonight.” Mary moved her hand a little higher. Tom shifted in his seat, both to move closer to Mary and to disentangle himself as his penis was stiffening and getting caught in his panties. Mary stroked him through his trousers. Tom glanced around nervously. “Oh, you are getting excited. Don't worry, nobody can see us.”

 

As if to disprove her point the waitress arrived with their starters. They drew apart but Tom felt she gave them a knowing look, as if they hadn't been that discrete after all. Several times during the meal Mary reached down, giving Tom a stroke or two, keeping him on edge. Tom was eating quite fast, not exactly gobbling his food down but anxious to get on. Mary, in contrast, was deliberately taking it slowly, savouring both her food and the situation.

 

“That's me finished, I'll go and settle up.” Tom announced as he wiped the last of his raspberry Pavlova from his chin.

 

“But darling, I'm having so much fun. It's not often we eat out together, let's not rush things.” Mary moved closer to Tom and replaced her hand on his thigh. She leaned across and whispered in his ear. “After all, honey, waiting is part of the pleasure.”

 

Tom wasn't so sure. Not masturbating after Mary had got him all wound up had been part of the game, and spending this morning in a meeting dreaming about what to expect when he got home instead of concentrating on sales figures for the North East during the third quarter had give the day a certain edge, but now he was home he was ready to go and Mary’s hand wasn’t making things any easier.

 

“Wait until you see your collar, just like a little doggie’s.” Mary manipulated him through his trousers until he was fully erect. “Would you like to be my little doggy tonight? Good little doggies get all sorts of treats, but bad doggies, now what should I do if you’re a bad doggy?”

 

Out of the corner of her eye Mary saw the waitress arriving to clear their table. She pulled away.

 

“Was everything Ok for you?” the waitress asked.

 

“Oh, yes, just perfect.” Mary replied. Tom was too flustered to do more than grunt and he couldn’t look the waitress in the eye.

 

“Now I think it’s time we left, off you go and pay.” Mary said. Tom stood up, all too aware of the bulge in his trousers. He’d thought for a moment about asking Mary if he could wait until it had subsided a bit, but he could tell what the answer would be. He felt as if every eye in the room was on him as he made his way to the bar, although, in reality, nobody noticed. His mind was spinning, on the one hand he was a pent up ball of frustration, on the other hand he had to admit that he loved being teased by this newfound wife of his. She was so much more desirable; he couldn’t wait to get her back home, to… But he really didn’t know what she had in store for him and that was part of the excitement.

 

As he returned to the table Mary got up, and without a word walked towards the door. Tom followed behind her. When she got to the car she just stopped, waiting by the passenger door. For a moment or two Tom was flummoxed, why had she stopped? The penny dropped and he rushed over to open it for her.

 

“That’s better, but don’t take so long next time.” Mary got in the car and Tom went round to the driver’s side. They drove the short distance home in silence and when they arrived Tom had the sense to leap out and open the door for her. Mary was getting a real buzz from all the attention, any woman likes to be treated like a princess, and this was all hers for the asking. Tom went to the front door, opened it, and stood back to let her through.

 

“Thank you, Now upstairs, in the bedroom! I want you properly dressed. I’ll be up in a moment. Tom leapt up the stairs and started stripping. He was down to his pink panties when Mary arrived carrying the apron, which she handed to him. As Tom put it on she opened the overnight bag and found the collar.

 

“Kneel!” She ordered and Tom did as he was told. She fastened the collar round his neck, adjusting it so that the D ring was at the front.

 

“There, that’s better. Don’t you look sweet? My little slave, on his knees before me all dressed up in his lovely pink panties, his frilly apron and his collar. I think we need a tag for your collar. We’ll have to buy one in town tomorrow. ‘Ma’am’s Slave’, that’s what we’ll get, don’t you agree?”

 

“Yes, Ma’am.” Tom replied.

 

“Now go and run me a bath.” She ordered. Tom went to the bathroom and turned on the taps. He could see the candles Mary had set out earlier so he lit them and switched off the overhead light. As the water ran he looked through the various bottles and, somewhat haphazardly, chose one to pour in the bath. Immediately a sensuous aroma filled the room. The tub was nearly full, and he was turning down the taps, adjusting the final temperature, when Mary arrived, stark naked. Tom stared at her, he was getting used to her having trimmed pubic hair but she had obviously made the effort for tonight. He thought she looked sooo sexy. She walked past him and slipped into the bath. Tom stood up.

 

“Where do you think you’re going? I demand the fullest service from my personal slave. The sponge is over there. Get on with it.”

 

“Yes, Ma'am.” Tom took the sponge and knelt down next to the bath. He dipped it in the water and was heading for Mary’s crotch when she stopped him.

 

“Start with my feet, and make it good.” Tom did as he was told. Although his initial instincts were to go for the, as he thought of it, sexy bits, he was finding that washing Mary was more an act of worship.  She did look gorgeous, lying there, relaxed in the bath. As he ran the sponge along her calves she sighed deeply. Giving 'Ma'am' pleasure was giving Tom pleasure and, although he wouldn’t have thought of this as particularly sexy before, his penis was stirring in response. Indeed, he was so getting into the spirit of the thing that when he reached the top of Mary’s thighs, instead of plunging between her legs, as would have been his first instinct, he moved on to her arms.

 

Mary was in seventh heaven; this was so much better than bathing on her own. Tom, the little sweetie, was being very attentive and not clumsily groping her, as she had feared. Now that he’d finished her arms, he was soaping her breasts and if he was being a little over zealous, she couldn’t blame him, nor did she mind. Her nipples tingled under the warm water and she almost pulled his head down to make him kiss them but that would have spoiled the mood, she wasn’t going to rush this. Tom worked down her body and started on her pubic area. The sponge worked against the short hairs, the warm water swirled between her legs, and Mary arched her back, revelling in the delicious feelings. Tom took this as his cue and gently ran the sponge up and down, up and down. Mary let him do this for a little while, but she didn’t want to go too far, not yet.

 

“That’s enough.” She pushed Tom away, stood up, and got out of the bath. For a moment Tom just knelt there, wondering what was expected of him, until Mary handed him a towel off the rack. Tom dried her, starting at her shoulders and working down. When he finished he was on his knees in front of her and he bent forward and kissed her feet.

 

“Very sweet. Now, back to the bedroom. No, don’t get up, stay on your knees.” With Tom shuffling along behind her Mary returned to the bedroom. Whilst Tom had been running the bath she had laid out on the bed her basque, her French knickers and some stockings. She slipped on the basque and then turned with her back to Tom.

 

“Lace me up, good and tight.” Tom did as he was told. As the laces tightened Mary found the basque drawing her more and more upright. She stood taller, both physically and mentally. The basque emphasised her waist and kept those annoying little bulges under control. She glanced in the mirror and liked what she saw. Then she got Tom to help her on with the stockings, although he had trouble getting the seams straight. She stood back from him and slipped on the French knickers and her high-heeled shoes to complete the outfit. She went to the bag and fetched two wrist cuffs with chains attached.

 

“That’s me all nicely dressed, I think it’s time we dealt with you. I want you kneeling with your back towards the foot of the bed, yes, that’s right, now stretch out your arms.” She took the cuffs and attached his wrist to the footboard of the bed, one at each side, keeping the chains tight enough to hold him fast. Then she knelt down in front of him, reached down under his apron, and held his penis and testicles through his panties.

 

“You’ve been quite a good little boy today. It was thoughtful of you to bring me flowers and, because you’ve been good, I’ll let you kiss my breasts. Would you like to kiss my breasts?”

 

“Yes, please, Ma’am” He leaned forward, straining against the chains that held him, but, as he did so, Mary leaned back, keeping herself just out of reach. Occasionally she would let his lips brush against her nipples, but never for long.

 

“You’ll have to do much better than that.” She teased. Tom strained against the chains, his shoulders complaining in agony as he tried to push himself far enough to reach. As Mary leaned back she didn’t let go of Tom’s testicles but pulled harder, adding to the pain. He made one last effort, straining so much the tendons in his neck stood out like ropes until his head flopped forwards and he knelt there panting gently.

 

“Well, if you can’t do it, it looks like I’ll have to do it for myself.” Mary got up and arranged a chair facing Tom. She sat down in front of him and started to caress a nipple with her left hand. Her right hand slid beneath the waistband of her knickers, her fingers rubbing in circles beneath them. A few more circles and she slipped two fingers inside, parting her lips and massaging her clitoris. Tom looked on, wide-eyed. Even now he was having problems coming to terms with this new Mary. As far as he knew she had never touched herself before and now she was masturbating in front of him. The tease was really getting to him, he wanted release, his penis strained against his panties, but far more he wanted to pleasure Mary, it should be his tongue, not her fingers, that caressed her. He’d give anything, anything to be allowed to do so.

 

“Please, Ma’am, oh pleeeease…” He begged.

 

“Please, what, slave?”

 

“Please may I lick you? Please, you know I’ll be good.”

 

“Is this what you want?” Mary removed her hand from her knickers and held her fingers under his nose.

 

“Yes, please, Ma’am.” Tom licked the end of her fingers, savouring the taste.

 

“You haven’t earned that yet. I’ve got a job for you first.” She unclipped his wrist cuffs from the chains and refastened them behind his back. She then took two more cuffs and put them around his ankles, connected together with just enough slack so that he could shuffle about.

 

“Who’s are those?” Mary pointed to a pile of clothes on the floor left when Tom had stripped off when they had returned from the pub.

 

“They’re mine, Ma’am.”

 

“And do they belong on the floor?”

 

“No, Ma’am. I’m sorry, Ma’am.”

 

“Put them in the washing basket where they belong. Now!” Tom shuffled over and tried to reach down behind himself with his hands. “Use your teeth, you silly boy. Pick them up with your teeth. I don’t expect to ever have to ask you again. I will not put up with slovenly untidiness from my slaves.”

 

“Ess, Mmmm.” Tom replied as he shuffled backwards and forwards, his mouth full of  clothes. Mary chided him for being slow and clumsy. When he had finished he returned to in front of Mary and bowed his head.

 

“Now I’m going to punish you. Do you know why?” Mary asked.

 

“Because I left my clothes on the floor, Ma’am.” Tom replied.

 

“Yes, but that’s not all.”

 

“Because… because… I don’t know, Ma’am.”

 

“Because you’re my slave and I can. Now, bend over the side of the bed.” Tom did as he was told and Mary went to the bag. She was about to pick up the paddle when she decided to use the tawse instead. After all, she’d already used a paddle, and she was intrigued by what the tawse would do. As she went round behind Tom she was beginning to regret not buying a leg spreader, it would have been nice to be able to reach between his legs and give him a little tweak now and then. Still, there was plenty of time for that, they could always buy one before the next session. She pulled down his panties so that they lay in the crease at the bottom of his buttocks. They were taught and stretched and she could only imagine how they must be pulling on his penis. She lined herself up and…

 

THWACK!

 

“What do you say?”

 

“Thank you, thank you, Ma’am.”

 

Mary looked at Tom’s buttocks. Whereas the paddle had left a general redness, the tawse left a vivid wheal, a bright line of red. She aimed carefully and…

 

THWACK!

 

“Arrgh! Thank you, Ma’am.” The second line was perfectly parallel to the first. Somehow this appealed to Mary’s tidy nature. If she could get the third one in between…

 

THWACK!

 

“Ohhhh! Thank you, Ma’am.” Slowly, scientifically, Mary laid into Tom’s backside. The last time she had done this it had been in a fit of rage, this time she was cooler, calmer, which gave her time to appreciate it properly. The thrill of the power, the power to inflict this pain, the power over Tom, was a strong turn on which awoke a wicked streak within her. Tom, for his part, was obviously suffering, he was taking longer and longer between the strokes falling and saying thank you, and his voice had become a whimper. Still, he hadn’t used the stop word. Now that his buttocks were covered in red wheals she moved on to his upper thighs. Tom’s reaction showed that this was, if anything, more painful and he was near the limit of what he could take. One, two more, and then one for luck and she stood back and watched as Tom lay there, biting the duvet, the muscles of his buttocks and thighs working as he let the pain subside.

 

Once Tom had got his breath back she ordered him onto the bed. Quickly she rearranged his bonds so that he lay spread-eagled, tied to the four corners. Then she fetched the blindfold and fitted it across his eyes, making sure that it fitted snugly. Kicking off her shoes she lay down on the bed beside him.

 

“Now then, what are we going to do with you?” She whispered in his ear. Her hand reached down and grasped his penis and testicles through his panties. “Shall I let you come? Do you think you’ve been good enough?”

 

“Yes, please, Ma’am.”

 

“Ooh, that was the wrong answer.” Mary gave Tom’s testicles a squeeze. “You’re still thinking about yourself. A good little slave puts his Mistress’s needs first. You shouldn’t be thinking about whether you will be allowed to come, but about how you will serve me. I think I’m going to keep you tied up all night, I’ll keep you nice and hard, I like to see you hard for me, but I’m not going to let you find relief. Maybe then you’ll learn that I come first.”

 

“Yes, Ma’am.” Tom groaned. This was Tom’s fantasies come true. Many of his favourite stories in ‘Bondage Slaves’ had been about exactly this, tied up and teased but never allowed release. The real thing, however, was another matter. Whilst reading the stories his hand had been pumping away and release was always imminent. Now his balls felt like overripe melons, his prick throbbed with the need to come and Mary’s teasing was making it worse, or should that be better?

 

Mary was loving every second. She could see Tom’s dilemma, how he wanted release, and also wanted to be denied release, and the feeling of power, of being in control, was a strong aphrodisiac. She rolled against him, moving her leg so that his thigh rested between hers. Sensuously she rubbed herself up and down, adding a physical aspect to the turn on. She bent her head down and kissed Tom’s nipple, gently at first, and then biting with her teeth. She could feel Tom squirming beneath her, but she wanted more, another harder bite and…

 

“Aaahhh.”

 

“What’s up, Tom? Am I biting too hard?” Mary asked playfully.

 

“Yes. No. I don’t know.” And Tom really didn’t know. The pain was incredible, Mary was biting very hard, and part of him wanted her to stop. However the stab of pain from his nipple ran like a bolt of lightning to his groin further fuelling the tension there. What with that, Mary’s hand around his genitals, oh how he wished she’d stroke him instead of just squeezing, and the feeling of her body rubbing against him, the erotic charge was fantastic. But it wasn’t just the physical feelings, the very idea that Mary, his mild, passive Mary, had turned into this goddess, this goddess of pain, that she was getting as aroused as him by what she was doing, by the pain she was inflicting, was a thrill more powerful than any story he’d read. If only, if only she’d stroke him instead of squeezing.

 

“Please, please, Ma’am.” He gasped through the pain.

.

“Please what?” Mary detached herself and leant up.

 

“Please…” Tom was about to ask, nay beg, to be allowed to come but he quickly thought better of it. “Please may I lick you, please may I make you come?”

 

“That’s better. Now you’re learning.” She moved away from Tom and knelt up. Carefully she manoeuvred herself so she was across his shoulders, facing the headboard. She was still wearing the French knickers but they were loose enough to let her pull the silky material to one side. She lowered herself over Tom’s face, but, still in a teasing mood, only so far that he had to reach up. With her fingers she spread her lips so that Tom could reach her clitoris, as long as he stretched far enough, that is.

 

Tom reached up with his head, pushing his tongue out as far as it would go. He could taste Mary’s arousal and her clitoris was swollen and hard. He flicked his tongue from side to side, grateful, yes, grateful, to be allowed to do so. Mary held herself above him for a few moments and then settled down, resting more of her weight on his face. Tom was finding it hard to breath, but the combination of the taste, the smell, the feel of Mary, his beloved Mary, smothering him was driving him wild with desire. Feverishly he worked his tongue back and forth. The muscles in Mary’s legs either side of his head tensed and relaxed as the pleasure, pleasure he was causing, washed through her.

 

Mary’s knuckles were white as she gripped the headboard. Tom’s tongue was working its magic between her thighs and she was losing herself to the passionate animal within. Wave after wave crashed through her. Oh, yes that was good, so good, so, so, so gooood! She forced herself down on him, mindless of whether she was suffocating him or not, as the next wave rose within her, this one more powerful, more all consuming, more… Oh YES!!! She threw her head back, her whole body shaking, every nerve singing in delight as she rode and crested the final wave. Overcome at last she slumped forward and slipped sideways collapsing back on the bed. She reached for Tom and hugged herself to him, lost in the moment, letting the glorious feeling subside within her.

 

But Mary wasn’t sated yet, she wanted, no needed, to feel Tom inside her. She glanced down, he was still as hard as ever, but she wondered how long he could control himself. If he were to come too soon it would destroy this sexual high that she was riding. She moved to kneel across his body and leant forward.

 

“I’m going to fuck you now,” Mary’s lust had over come her dislike of the ‘f’ word. “I’m going to use your body to satisfy my needs. If you come, if you dare come, before I’m ready I'll make sure you live to regret it. Do you understand?”

 

“Yes, Ma’am.” For all Mary's threats Tom wondered if he’d be able to comply. He’d been on edge, sexually, for twenty-four hours and was on a hair trigger. Mary tugged the front of his panties down so that they were caught underneath his testicles. Then, pulling her knickers to one side, she lifted his penis until it was vertical and guided it into her. Tom, whilst not massive, was generously built and she loved the feel as she impaled herself on him, pushing herself down, taking every inch she could. She knew that if she were to move too much Tom, for all her threats, wouldn’t be able to control himself so she stayed still, savouring the feeling. Her hand slipped beneath the waistband of her knickers and her fingers delved into her groin, sliding easily against her most sensitive areas. Her other hand reached for her breasts, massaging them, teasing the nipples. She eased herself back and forth in a steady rocking motion.

 

Tom fought to control himself. The blindfold seemed to enhance his other senses, making him more aware of all the sensations within him. Thank heavens Mary was hardly moving, anything more and his efforts would have been in vain. The tip of his glans seemed to be on fire with a delicious tingle and Mary’s internal muscles rippled against him as she rocked back and forth. Mary had started to moan softly, almost whispering ‘Oh, that’s good, that’s so good.’ And this only added to the fire within him. He couldn’t hold himself back much longer, he was going to come, he was close, he was so close, and then he felt Mary’s vagina tighten as she climaxed, and with a massive groan he arched his back, forcing himself as deep as he could go, spurt after spurt after spurt of pent up semen shot from him and he emptied himself deep within her.

 

Mary slumped forward and lay across Tom. For a few moments they lay like that, getting their breath back, relaxing as the feelings died away. Then Mary reached up and released Tom’s wrists before rolling over to lie beside him. Tom took off his blindfold and sat up to release his ankles. Free from his bonds he reached over and gathered Mary into his arms.

 

“That was fantastic, absolutely fantastic. Thank you, my darling.”

 

“Your performance was … satisfactory.” Mary replied. “How’s you bottom.”

 

“Smarting a bit but that’s how I like it. I guess I won’t be sitting comfortably for a day or two”

 

Mary got out of bed to take off her clothes. Her basque was Ok but her knickers were a sodden mess. She tossed them into the washing basket and, getting back into bed, snuggled back into Tom’s arms.

 

“Tom?” Mary was suddenly serious. “You remember the other night, when we played with Pauline and Gary?”

 

“Remember it? I’ll not forget that in a hurry!”

 

“Shall we do it again?” Mary was getting to the nub of the matter.

 

“Yeah, yeah, I’d like to. Have you and that minx Pauline been planning something?”

 

“Not yet. I wanted to make sure you were Ok with it first. But, you know how you fancy Pauline...?” Mary left the question hanging.

 

“Er… Where is this leading?” Suddenly Tom was getting nervous.

 

“Well, what about the other way round? What I mean is, last time it was all strictly between couples, Pauline and Garry did their thing, and you and I had our thing, but what if we mixed it between the couples? What about Pauline and you, or me and Garry?

 

There was a long silence. Tom hadn’t thought about this. Sure he’d had his fantasies about the sexy next door neighbour, but that was all they were, fantasies, and, as for the thought of watching his mate Garry with Mary… But then, things had got hot and steamy that night, and he’d done things he’d never dreamed of doing. He wasn’t at all certain where the boundaries lay.

 

“Look, darling,” he said at last, “I love you, I love only you, and my flirting with Pauline means nothing. I’d never go behind your back with her. You know that, don’t you?”

 

“Yes, sweetie, I do know that, and it goes both ways, of course. But, and there is a 'but' coming, isn't there... ?” Mary asked.

 

“Yes, there is, because we both did things that night that we never thought we’d do. What about you with Pauline? That was a pretty hot number. Should I be getting jealous of you two?”

 

“Ok, I get your point.” Mary thought for a moment. “How about this? We both agree that we’ll never do anything when the other isn’t present, and we both agree to use the ‘stop’ word if we get uncomfortable with what’s going on. In fact Pauline and I agreed a separate stop word, lettuce, which means we don’t want to stop, exactly, but were getting uncomfortable about the direction things are going. How does that sound?”

 

“That works for me, but what is it with Pauline and green vegetables?” They both laughed. “Oh, and can I take this collar off now.”

 

Mary pulled back from Tom and looked at him thoughtfully.

 

“No. I think you should keep it on for tonight. And your panties. You’re so much nicer when you’re my little slave. Talking of little slaves, my knickers are hand wash only. I had to do them last time, I don’t think I should from now on, understood?” Tom nodded in agreement. “Now come and give me another kiss.”

 

Mary put her arms around Tom’s neck and pulled him back to her. As they kissed she felt Tom’s penis stir. It was beginning to look like tonight wasn’t over quite yet, and, although they had had plenty of sex, it would be nice to end up making love. She hugged him a little closer and felt Tom respond in kind.

 

******

 

Saturday found Mary and Tom shopping in town. They passed a key cutting shop and Mary pointed out to Tom that they also did tags for pet collars. Dragging him by the hand Mary led Tom inside. They looked at the displays and Mary chose one in a heart shape.

 

“That’s the one, go on, get it engraved.” Mary said. Tom looked up. The only free assistant was a sixteen-year-old girl doing a Saturday job. Mary nudged him hard and he went over to the counter.

 

“Er… I’d like a dog tag please. That one, the heart shaped one.”

 

“Certainly, sir. And what should I engrave on it?”

 

“Ma’am’s Slave.” Tom said as quietly as he could.

 

“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch what you said.”

 

“Ma’am’s Slave” Tom repeated, his face now bright red. The girl gave him a knowing look and, giggling to herself, took the tag from the case and put it in the engraving machine.

 

“There you go.” She said when she had finished. She gave Tom a bright smile. “That will be two pounds fifty. Shall I wrap it or will you wear it?”

 

Tom scrabbled to find the change, handed it to the girl, grabbed the tag and, without another word, hurried from the shop. The girl looked over at Mary and gave her a wink.

 

******

 

As on every other Sunday morning, Tom and Garry went off to football together. Once they had left Mary went round next door for their usual cuppa. Pauline had already put the kettle on and was sorting out the teacups when she arrived.

 

“Hi there. How did you get on with your purchases?” Pauline asked with a twinkle in her eye.

 

“Oh, fine. Tom’s a little sweetie when I want him to be.”

 

“I told you men like to be dominated. But what about you? How are you getting on?”

 

“Do you know,” Mary began, thoughtfully, “I never thought I’d be into all this. You must remember how shocked I was when I found that magazine? But now I’ve got into it, well, it’s like I’ve discovered a whole new me. I love being in control. It was a little scary at first, I’m not used to demanding things, or getting them, but now I’m loving every minute of it.

 

“But what really gets to me,” she continued, “is not the sex part. Don’t get me wrong, the sex is great, I’ve had more orgasms in the last few days than I’ve had in ages. No, it’s the being worshipped. Last night I had Tom, on his knees, begging to be allowed to kiss me. I’m have a fine time up on this pedestal; after all the years I’ve run around looking to his needs it’s nice to have him looking to mine.”

 

“Wow, listen to you! I must admit I never saw you as the bitch goddess.”

 

“I didn’t either, but that’s the point, I’m discovering things about myself I never knew existed.”

 

“And are you still up for foursomes?” Pauline asked.

 

“Yeah, I’m still on, but you sound very keen. What’s up? Do you want to get your hands on my Tom or something?”

 

“No! Mary!” Pauline blushed. “Well, Ok, maybe a little, but nothing without your consent, you know I wouldn’t do that. It’s just, after we were talking the other day, it started an itch in me. I can’t stop wondering what it would be like to go with someone other than Garry, and this way, with your permission, of course, I can scratch that itch, and nobody gets hurt.”

 

“Ok, Ok.” Mary was secretly delighted. Not that she was particularly keen to see Tom and Pauline together, she knew that the whole foursomes thing was an emotional minefield and they would have to tread carefully. No, it was the sight of Pauline feeling flustered. And with Pauline confessing to wanting Tom to scratch her itch, well that gave her an edge; if she was careful she could use that edge to turn the tables on Pauline just as she’d turned them on Tom.

 

“How about next weekend, Saturday night maybe?” Mary suggested.

 

“I can’t I’m due the curse soon and I won’t have finished by then. Can we make it the Saturday after?”

 

“That suits me. My place or yours?”

 

TBC...