Mary was not in the best of moods as she tidied round the bedroom. Tom had come in from a business trip late last night and had left again early this morning. She knew that he was up for promotion and it was a busy time for him but business always seemed to come first. They hardly seemed to have any time for each other nowadays and as for their sex life, it was practically non-existent. She sighed deeply as she found Tom’s overnight bag next to the bed. He’d just dropped it there when he came home the previous evening. Naturally he hadn’t put his dirty clothes in the basket, he seemed to think the washing fairy did that, he’d just grabbed his toilet bag out of it when he’d got ready for work this morning.

 

As she emptied the clothes out of the bag she noticed a file of papers at the bottom. I hope he didn’t need this today she thought to herself. She’d leave it on the kitchen table where he’d see it when he came home. But, just as she took the file out of the bag, her cat ran between her legs and she tripped, falling against the bed. The file flew open, scattering paperwork everywhere. She picked herself up and started to sort out the papers to put them back in the file and that’s when she found it, the magazine he’d hidden there.

 

Mary was shocked to the core. She was pretty certain that Tom wasn’t unfaithful but this was almost as bad. The magazine was called ‘Bondage Slaves’ and featured, on the front cover, a woman dressed in some sort of skin-tight leather costume with a man kneeling at her feet. It was well thumbed and the pages dog-eared; this was obviously more than an idle purchase. Horrified, but curious, she flicked through it. The front cover was mild compared to the contents; page after page of photographs and stories all on the same theme, women in various stages of undress abusing men grovelling before them. Surely this wasn’t what Tom was into? He’d never been the most dominant of lovers and he’d always liked it when she was on top, but hadn’t given her any clue about this sort of thing. Could this be the reason why their sex life had become so infrequent?

 

She took the magazine downstairs to throw it in the bin but, as she got to the kitchen the doorbell rang. She was so flustered she just threw the magazine on the table and went to the door. When she answered it Pauline, her next-door neighbour and long time friend, was there. The two of them had met when Pauline and Garry had moved in six years ago and struck up an instant friendship. Pauline always seemed so sure of herself, so in control, and Mary had often found her a true friend when problems arose.

 

“Hello, Mary, time for a quick cuppa?” Without waiting for an answer she breezed past and headed straight for the kitchen. Mary chased her down the hall trying to stop her but it was too late, Pauline had spotted the magazine and picked it up “Wow, I never knew you two were into this sort of stuff!”

 

“I’m not! It’s Tom’s. I found it in his bag. It’s disgusting. Throw it away.” Mary started to cry. “I never knew he was into things like this, it’s awful. What should I do?”

 

“Come on, it’s not that bad.” Pauline gave her a big hug. “Lots of men are like that. Why don’t you talk to him about it?”

 

“I can’t. It’s horrid.”

 

“Look, Mary, you love Tom, don’t you?”

 

“Not at the moment, I don’t.”

 

“Oh yes you do, you’re just a little shocked. Sit down and I’ll put the kettle on.”

 

“But what will I do?” Mary slumped down in a kitchen chair. “I feel like I don’t want him to ever touch me again.”

 

“I know, it’s all a bit much at the moment, isn’t it? But you’ve got to deal with it; if you don’t it will just fester between you. You two are far too much in love to let something like this break you up. Anyway, it’s not all bad news.”

 

“What do you mean?” Mary was dumbfounded by how calmly Pauline was taking all this. She didn’t seem to mind the magazine at all.

“Well Garry likes a bit of S&M from time to time, nothing as extreme as this, mind you, and I’ve got quite into it. It has its benefits; you get the housework done and all the oral sex you could want!”

 

“What! You and Garry?” Now Mary’s surprise was complete, it seemed like one revelation after another this morning.

 

“Oh, yes. I make him do the housework, he’s getting quite good at ironing, and afterwards I play with him for a bit. It always ends in the most fantastic sex.” Pauline gave Mary a long hard look. “When was the last time you had an orgasm?”

 

“I… I don’t know.” Mary’s head was spinning. How could Pauline be so composed about this. And Garry…Garry of all people! She just couldn’t picture it.

 

“Well I do. You were telling me the other day it’s been ages. It’s about time you were looked after properly and if Tom’s been a naughty boy,” Pauline nodded at the magazine, “I think it’s about time he paid for it.”

 

Mary was confused, her emotions in turmoil. She’d been expecting her friend to be as shocked as she was but now she was encouraging her to join in! She thought about how dull her sex life with Tom had become, how unsatisfied it left her, and if Tom really was into all this then perhaps she ought to put her distaste to one side and give it a try, to save their marriage if nothing else. But how? It all looked so complicated, she wouldn’t know where to begin.

 

“But what do I do? I don’t know anything about this.”

 

“Read the magazine, that will give you plenty of ideas, and when he comes home tonight you tell him what’s what.”

 

“I couldn’t read that thing!” Mary was distraught; she really didn’t know what to do. Pauline was right though, she couldn’t just let it drop. She thought about confronting Tom, how awkward it would be. If only she had Pauline’s poise, Pauline’s confidence… Maybe… No, it was a daft idea, but Pauline seemed to know all about it. Maybe if Pauline showed her the ropes, just to get her started. Pauline was always so sure of herself and Mary knew that if she tried on her own she’d make a muck of it, make things worse.

 

“Pauline…” she began. “Pauline. Would you help?”

 

“How do you mean?”

 

“I don’t think I can cope on my own. Would you be there, show me how to get started?”

 

“Are you sure?” Pauline was all concern. “I mean this should be about you and Tom.”

 

“Yes, yes I am. Just for the beginning bit, you know the housework and so on. I wouldn’t know how to ask him to do it.” Now that she had spoken Mary wanted, no needed, Pauline’s help.

 

“Well, if you’re really sure, I mean really, really sure, I’ll help. Oh, and you don’t ask him to do the housework, you order him to do it.”

 

“Thank you.” Pauline could hear the relief in Mary’s voice.

 

“No problem, what time does Tom get in?”

 

“He should be back about seven thirty tonight. He’s got a meeting in town.”

 

“That suits me. Garry’s got a darts match so he’ll be out early. I’ll come round at six and we’ll get ready. Now, you’re really sure about this?”

 

“Yes.” Mary’s disgust was turning to anger. If Tom liked being punished he’d see what an angry wife could do! “Yes, I’m completely sure.”

 

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By six o-clock Mary’s nerves were in tatters. What had she let herself in for? Pauline had seemed so relaxed about it all but, now it was almost upon her, Mary was not sure she could go through with it. She was just about to phone Pauline and call the whole thing off when the doorbell rang. When she went to the front door to answer it Pauline stood there dressed to kill. She wore a short skirt, a skimpy top which showed most of her cleavage, high heels and stockings. She was carrying two bottles of chilled white wine and a holdall.

 

“You look fantastic!” Mary gasped.

 

“Thank you. We need to get you dressed up as well, we can’t have you looking all frumpy, but first of all how about a little Dutch courage.” She went through to the kitchen, opened the bottle and filled two glasses. “Here’s to getting on top!”

 

As ever, Mary was swept along by her friend. She accepted a glass of wine and took a sip. The wine was cool and refreshing and before she knew it she found she’d drained her glass. Pauline topped it up.

 

“Come along, let’s see what’s in your wardrobe. What about that little black number you wore at Christmas?” They went upstairs to the bedroom, taking with them their glasses and the open bottle of wine. Pauline went straight to the wardrobe and, finding the dress, took it out and laid it on the bed. “Now, what about underwear. Show me what you’ve got.”

 

Mary opened her undies draw and started to rummage through. It seemed like everything she had was Marks and Sparks plain white cotton, functional but hardly sexy, but, there at the back, were a black lacy bra and panties set that Tom had bought her years ago. She’d never seemed to find the right time to wear them and when she’d tried them on she’d felt a bit tarty, but when Pauline saw the set she grabbed it from her.

 

“Perfect! I knew you’d have something! Come on, let’s get you dressed, out of those clothes. Have you got any decent shoes?” While Pauline searched the wardrobe Mary got undressed.

 

“Ah, these will do. There’s something about heels that just turns them on.” Pauline stood up holding a pair of shoes. Mary, by now completely naked, jumped back and covered herself with her hands. “Oh, don’t be shy. We’re both girls together and you’ve got a great body, you ought to show it off more.”

 

Mary glanced in the mirror. She wasn’t sure she had a ‘great body’ at all. She’d kept herself trim but… Pauline came up behind her.

 

“You look fantastic, really, you do. Just say to yourself ‘I am a powerful confident woman, I’m in charge’. Come on, say it.”

 

“I am a powerful confident woman, I’m in charge.” Mary repeated nervously. Pauline took her arms and gently guided them down to her sides.

 

“Hmm, you’re a little bushy down there, we’ll have to give you a trim. There’s not enough time for a shave, and anyway, it’s far too itchy. Where’re your scissors?” Mary had never considered trimming her pubic hair before but Pauline, in this mood, was unstoppable and, anyway, the wine was beginning to get to her. Pauline laid her back on the bed and set to work, it only took a few minutes and as she lay there Mary once again wondered about what she was letting herself in for. Here she was, stark naked on the bed while Pauline clipped away at her most intimate parts but Pauline was being so matter of fact that it almost seemed natural.

 

“There, that’s better.” Pauline brushed away the last of the loose hairs. “Now, stand up and take a look.”

 

Mary stood once again in front of the mirror. She had to admit that it did look better; her sex was exposed, open, and somehow very erotic. She wondered why she’d never thought to do it for herself and determined to keep it that way.

 

Pauline helped her on with a garter belt, stockings, the black lacy panties and the matching bra. As Mary turned for the dress Pauline stopped her.

 

“Not yet. First I want you to put on the shoes and look at yourself in the mirror.” Mary did as she was told. “Isn’t that more like it?. What do you say now?”

 

“I am a powerful confident woman, I’m in charge.” Mary remembered the words Pauline had given her and here, in front of the mirror she saw the sexy woman she’d once been. She stood a little straighter, held herself a little tighter, not bad, not bad for thirty two she grudgingly admitted to herself.

 

Still Pauline wouldn’t let her put on the dress but insisted that she do her make-up first. As Pauline helped Mary felt that she was being pampered, groomed. She found that putting on the make up was like putting on a mask. I am a powerful confident woman, I’m in charge she repeated to herself and, looking in the dressing table mirror, she could almost believe it.

 

Finally made up, she squeezed into the dress. It was shorter, and tighter, than she remembered; it barely covered her stocking tops and the cleavage… Once again she turned to the mirror, this time a woman she hadn’t seen in a long, long while looked back. It had been ages since she’d dressed like this or felt like this.

 

“I am a powerful confident woman, I’m in charge.” This time she said it out loud.

 

“Good for you. Now come on, it’s almost seven thirty and Tom will be here in a minute.” They went downstairs, fetched the second bottle of wine from the kitchen, and went into the lounge. Pauline also brought the magazine and laid it on the coffee table. “When he arrives let me do the talking, just to get started, Ok?”

 

“Ok.” Mary took another sip of wine. I am a powerful confident woman, I’m in charge she repeated like a mantra. The sound of Tom’s key in the lock made her heart lurch. Here we go!

 

“Hi, Mary, it’s me.” He called from the hallway.

 

“Quick, stand up!” Pauline hissed.

 

Tom came into the lounge and his jaw dropped. His wife and the next-door neighbour stood there looking as sexy as possible. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Mary looking that good.

 

“What’s going on? Are you two having a party or something?”

 

“Never mind that, what’s this?” Pauline pointed at the magazine.

 

Oh no! Tom saw what Pauline was pointing at. How did she find that!

 

“I’m sorry love, it’s not what it looks like.” He said to Mary who just stood there with a determined look on her face.

“It’s exactly what it looks like.” Pauline snapped. “Now we know what you do on those business trips of yours. Having little wanks over dirty magazines. I think you should say sorry properly, on your knees.”

 

For a moment or two Tom just stood there, looking from Mary to Pauline, from Pauline to Mary. The silence stretched out, his mind raced, he didn’t know how to respond. Mary, always meek and mild, had never done anything like this before but she had a look on her face like thunder. He really was in trouble. If he made a scene… well, he really was in the wrong, and wasn't this just what he'd always dreamed of? He sank to his knees before his wife.

 

“I’m sorry, Mary, I’m truly sorry.” He muttered.

 

“It’s Mistress Mary from now on, understood?” Pauline commanded.

 

“Yes, yes Mistress Pauline.”

 

“Now kiss her feet.” Tom bent forward to obey.

 

“You’ve been a naughty little boy and naughty little boys get their bottoms smacked.” Pauline continued.  “Do you deserve to have your bottom smacked?”

 

“Yes, Mistress Pauline.” Mary’s silence was getting to Tom. She just stood there. He’d like the chance to find out exactly how she felt about all this, exactly where it was heading, but he knew that all he could do now was play along. Besides, this was wildly exciting, his fantasies come true. He’d always fancied Pauline, not that he’d ever do anything about it, and here she was, acting the dominatrix as he knelt before his wife. His penis was fast becoming erect, entangled in his underpants.

 

“That’s enough.” Pauline reached for Tom’s shoulder and pulled him upright. Then she came round and stood beside Mary. She pointed with her foot at the bulge in Tom’s trousers. “Oh look, he’s getting all excited. Shall we see just how excited he is? Take down you trousers, worm.”

 

“But… But…” Tom protested feebly. Stripping off in front of Pauline was going a bit far.

 

“Do as she says.” For the first time Mary spoke, her voice stern and controlled. Somehow those four quiet words held more power, more authority than any of Pauline’s orders. Tom realised there would be no help from that quarter and undid his trousers, pushing them to his knees.

 

“And your underpants. Come on, don’t keep me waiting!”

 

“Yes, Mistress Pauline.” Tom pushed down his underpants and his penis, unencumbered at last, jutted out firmly before him. Tom bowed his head, not sure if he was more embarrassed or turned on. There was no way he could look either woman in the eye.

 

“Oooh, quite a little stiffy. Look how excited he’s got.” Pauline mocked. “There’s a holdall in the kitchen. Go and fetch it.”

 

As Tom stood up he started to pull his underpants and trousers back up.

 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Pauline asked. “Did I say you could pull your trousers up?”

 

“No, Mistress Pauline, I’m sorry, Mistress Pauline.”

 

“You will be sorry. Now go and get that bag.” Tom shuffled off, hampered by the trousers around his knees, fetched the bag and, bringing it back to the lounge, placed it in front of Pauline. “While we decide exactly how we’re going to punish you you’re going to wait on us, hand and foot, but first of all we need to get you properly dressed. Strip!”

 

Tom obeyed, placing his clothes on a chair. Head bowed he stood before the two women, stark naked, his erect penis sticking out before him. Pauline reached down and, wrapping her fingers round it, firmly tugged it back and forth.

 

“Look at him, poor little thing! Men are ruled by their pricks, control that and you control everything.” She reached further down and, cupping his balls in her hand, gave a quick squeeze. Tom couldn’t suppress a little yelp. She let go and, as she stood back, she slapped the top of his penis with the tips of her fingers.

 

“First we had better get this under control.” She reached into the bag and retrieved a black leather jock strap. “Legs apart.” She ordered. Tom did as he was told and Pauline fitted the jock strap on him, fastening it with a padlock at the back. The jock strap was very tight against him, so tight that his penis and testicles were crushed, but if anything this increased the strength of his erection, He longed to touch himself but already he knew that to do so would only cause more trouble.

 

“That’s better, nicely tied up. Now, Mary, have you got an apron, something nice and girly?”

 

“I think so. I’ll go and look.” As Mary went into the kitchen she wondered about how she was feeling. Having Tom at her feet had been, well, good. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the clothes, maybe it was the remnants of her anger, but she was feeling stronger. Where she had once been horrified she was now intrigued. She’d still let Pauline take the lead, she wasn’t that confident yet, but more and more she wanted to see where this was heading. Hung up on a hook in the broom cupboard was an apron her mother-in-law had given her. She hated it, it was all frilly, far too much the fifties housewife for her taste. It would be just so ironic to make Tom wear it. He could be the little housewife for once. She was sick and tired of traipsing round tending to his every need, now the shoe was on the other foot. She returned to the lounge and handed it to Tom who put it on.

 

“How sweet! Now who’s a good little maid? Mary, how about a light supper?” Mary nodded. “Slave, supper for two, now!”

 

Tom went off to the kitchen. He wasn’t a cook, beans on toast was about as far as he went, but he found some cold cuts and salad in the fridge and managed to put something together. Pauline and Mary sat and chatted in the lounge. Their talk was a little forced and Mary was quite relieved when Tom told them that supper was served.

 

As the two women ate Tom stood by, waiting patiently. He was quite hungry himself, but he knew that it was down to Pauline, or maybe Mary, whether he would eat tonight. When they had finished Pauline got up from the table.

 

“You have ten minutes to get this kitchen spotless, then report to us in the lounge. Understood?”

 

“Yes, Mistress Pauline.”

 

“Good, come along, Mary.” Leaving Tom to clear up they headed for the lounge. Tom wasn’t much better at housework than he was at cooking and, as the ten minutes ticked away, he knew he wasn’t doing as well as he should. A dilemma was fast approaching, finish the job or be on time? He glanced at the clock, time was up, he’d have to leave the rest! He hurried through to the lounge.

 

When he arrived Pauline and Mary didn’t seem to notice, they were too involved with each other. Pauline had persuaded Mary that it would be a good way to tease Tom if he were to find them kissing.

 

“There’s something about a lesbian kiss that really turns a man on and with Tom’s weenie all tied up it will drive him crazy.” She’d explained. “Stupid really, it’s the one sexual activity they can’t get involved with.” Mary was a little nervous, she’d never kissed a woman before, well, not properly, but she was fast shedding inhibitions and willing to follow Pauline’s lead. Anyway, it was just acting.

 

For several minutes Pauline and Mary continued to smooch on the sofa. Tom just stood and stared, totally amazed. This was Mary, meek, unassuming Mary, and here she was in the sexiest outfit she’d ever worn locked in a passionate embrace with their sexy neighbour. He’d never seen anything so erotic. He felt as if his penis would explode, crushed beneath the tight jock strap. He had to touch it, maybe if he rubbed it through the leather. Surreptitiously he slipped his hand beneath the apron. Yes, rubbing himself this way was far from perfect but better than nothing.

 

Pauline broke from the kiss and looked up at Tom. Too late he whipped his hand out from under the apron.

 

“What are you staring at? And what were you doing beneath your apron?”

 

“I’m sorry, Mistress Pauline.”

 

“Oh, you will be, you will be so sorry. Now bring the holdall over to me.” Tom did as he was told and put on the sofa next to Pauline. “Now then, it’s time to have your bottie smacked. Don’t you agree?”

 

“Yes, Mistress Pauline.”

 

“Turn around, hands behind your back.” Tom turned and found his wrists being cuffed together behind him. “Now let’s go and check on how you left the kitchen.” Pauline took a paddle out of the bag and stood up. Smacking him on the buttocks she herded Tom into the kitchen. Mary got to her feet and followed a trifle unsteadily, the wine, and, she had to admit, the kiss with Pauline, had really got to her.

 

“What’s all this?” Pauline pointed to some pots left on the draining board. “I thought I told you to leave the place spotless. Do you call this spotless?”

 

“No, Mistress Pauline.”

 

“And this, and this, and this.” Pauline pointed here and there, a spill not mopped up, a tea towel left out, a cup not put away, a smear on the glass tabletop. “This isn’t any good at all.”

 

“No, Mistress Pauline.”

 

“No, Mistress Pauline. No, Mistress Pauline.” Pauline mocked. “You’re pathetic. You can’t get a simple job right. I don’t know why we bother with you. You’re not even worth punishing.”

 

“I’m sorry, Mistress Pauline. Tom hung his head.

 

“You’re a miserable specimen, you’re ordered to do a simple task and you fail. Come on Mary, leave him, he’s not worth the trouble.” Pauline turned towards the door.

 

“Please, Mistress Pauline…”

 

“Please what?” Pauline turned back.

 

“Please, Mistress Pauline, I’ll try harder, I’ll be good, really, I will, please punish me. Please, please?”

 

“I’m not the one you should be asking.” Pauline’s voice was suddenly vicious. “Mistress Mary, your wife, the one you’ve been neglecting for so long, that’s who you should be asking!”

 

Tom’s heart sank as he realised the truth in what Pauline had said. Suddenly this wasn’t a game any more. He really had been neglecting Mary, what with work and everything, so busy every day, there never seemed to be time, time for her. Clumsily he fell on his knees before her and bowed his head.

 

“My dearest darling, Mistress Mary. I’m so sorry and I would be honoured if you would punish me.” Mary glanced across at Pauline and their eyes met. Both had heard the genuine contrition in Tom’s voice. Pauline handed Mary the paddle and whispered ‘Across your knee, like a child.’

 

Mary grabbed Tom by the ear and dragged him back to the lounge. She sat down in the centre of the sofa and ordered him to lie across her lap. Hampered by having his wrists cuffed behind his back it took some time but he eventually wriggled in to position.

 

“Tom, do you know what a safe word is?” Pauline interposed before Mary could start.

 

“Yes, Mistress Pauline.”

 

“Yours is ‘cabbage’. Mary, unless he says ‘cabbage’ please feel free to totally ignore this pathetic little worm’s pleadings. Smack him ‘til he’s really sorry, and then some more for luck.”

 

At first Mary was very tentative. After all, she did love Tom and didn’t want to really hurt him. However, within a few strokes a fire woke inside her, and once it started, nothing was going to stop it. A thousand hurts and put downs poured out. Thwack! Take that for the year you forgot my birthday, did you really think that garage flowers were going to do the trick? Thwack! Take that for your bloody mother and her endless wittering about grandchildren, what does she think I am, a breeding machine? Thwack! Take that for the way you spent that party flirting with Rosemary leaving me to talk to boring Sam all night, Thwack! take that for all the times you never noticed my new hair do, am I that invisible to you? Thwack! Take that for those endless lonely evenings when you were away on business and now I find you were wanking yourself silly to that stupid, Thwack! stupid, Thwack! stupid Thwack! magazine, Thwack! Take that for all the nights I’ve lain beside you listening to you snoring while I’m left high and dry because if you’ve come then that’s all right then Thwack! And more than anything take that Thwack! for making me love you Thwack! And that, Thwack! and that, Thwack! and that, Thwack! and that, Thwack! and that.

 

“Mary! Mary! Enough! I think he’s had all he can take.” Pauline’s hand on her shoulder pulled Mary back down to earth. The red mists cleared from her eyes and she realised that Tom was sobbing quite hard and kicking his legs. His bottom and upper thighs were covered in bright red wheals, testament to the fury unleashed within Mary. Sheepishly she looked at Pauline.

 

“Did he say… Did he say ‘cabbage’?” Mary was panting gently from the exertion.

 

“No, you’re all right, he never said the stop word. Mind you. that’s quite a leathering you gave him.”

 

“What happens now?”

 

“Now he says thank you. We’ll need to give him a few minutes to recover. Push him off. Then we’ll get that dress off you.” Mary gave Tom a push and he slumped to the floor. There were a couple of squeaks as his buttocks landed. Then, helped by Pauline, she stood up and squirmed out of her dress. As she shuffled around her foot landed next to Tom’s head. He craned his neck and started to kiss the toes of her shoes feverishly.

 

“Looks like he’s had long enough to recover. Worm! Back on your knees.” Shakily Tom got back up.

 

“Thank you, Mistress, thank you.”

 

“And how do you say ‘thank you’ properly?” Pauline enquired. Tom leant forward and kissed Mary’s panties, just at the top of her labia. “That’s right. There’s a good boy. Mary, you might find this easier sitting down.”

 

Mary sat back down again and Tom squirmed between her legs. He’d read enough magazines to know what he was supposed to do but his vanilla sex life with Mary had missed this part. Mary, however, knew what she needed; she yanked the gusset of her panties to one side and spread her labia. A few curt words guided him to her clitoris, told him to flick with the end of his tongue rather than suck, and even with all their fumbling inexperience Mary had never felt anything so good, better than her fingers, better even than the washing machine on spin cycle!

 

Pauline slid onto the sofa and cuddled up to her friend. “Mary, I’m off, the next bit’s up to you. I’ll leave the key to the padlock on the mantelpiece.”

 

“Ooooh. Don’t go. I want to say ‘thank you’”.

 

“I’ve got to, any more and I’m cheating on Garry. Who knows, maybe we’ll play foursomes some time. I’ll call you tomorrow and find out how you got on.”

 

“Tomorrow. Aaahh! We’ll talk tomorrow. Goodnight, Pauline, thank you.” Pauline slipped out of the room and left.

 

Tom may have been a fumbling amateur but he was learning fast. His tongue was flicking from side to side against the tip of Mary's clitoris. Mary reached down and grasped the sides of his head, pulling him into her. 

 

“Oh, Tom, Oh, Tom, Oh that’s sooo good.” Tom responded flicking harder as she  pulled harder, easing back as she eased back. Mary’ fingers dug into the side of Tom’s head as a wave broke within her, washing to and fro but Tom kept his steady rhythm and the wave did not subside, but grew, higher, higher. Again it washed through her and still Tom didn’t stop, still the steady rhythm drove through her until she felt she could take no more and with the sparkle of a thousand fireworks tingling through every part of her body she climaxed again and again and again.

 

For a few long, long minutes they were silent except for their exhausted panting. Mary looked down at Tom and Tom looked back and in that moment they knew it would be all right. The shared passion, the strength of their emotion had brought them together to a place they had never been before and it had made them stronger.

 

“Well, that’s me sorted. I suppose we ought to do something about you.” In the warmth of her post-orgasm glow Mary found it hard to be cruel.

 

“Yes, please, Mistress.” Mary got up and fetched the padlock key from the mantelpiece. She came round behind Tom and unfastened the wrist cuffs and the jock strap, and tossed them back in the holdall. The apron was thrown on a chair, they'd tidy up in the morning. She came back to Tom, his penis, freed from the jock strap, rose proud and stiff before him. Mary reached down and grasped it.

 

“I want you spread-eagled on the bed right now!” Tom rushed off with Mary chasing, her shoes, panties and bra being discarded along the way. By the time she got to the bedroom Tom was waiting for her. She leapt onto the bed and knelt over Tom.  She was still lubricated enough and Tom was stiff enough so she reached down, spread her labia and slid him inside, all the way inside. She lent forward, resting her hands on Tom’s shoulders, pinning him down, and started to sway her hips back and forth in a slow, steady rocking motion.

 

Each backward push forced Tom down onto the bed and, soft as it was, it still made the fresh bruises on his buttocks smart. Despite this, because of this, Tom was quickly reaching his climax. He started to respond, push back, but Mary told him sharply to lie still.

 

“I don't think I can last much longer, I can't, I can't... Oh, Mary, my angel, my love, Ohhhhh.” Deep inside her Mary felt Tom explode, shooting his load again and again until he was completely drained, completely satisfied. Tom flopped, as drained of energy as he was of spunk.

 

After a while Mary could feel the stiffness collapsing inside her. She lent forward and lay on top of him as his penis, now completely flaccid, slid gently out of her. For a minute or two they just lay there, husband and wife, not slave and mistress. Tom gently kissed Mary.

 

“Hun?”

 

“Yes, Tom?”

 

“Thanks, I mean really, thank you. That was fantastic.”

 

“Well, you weren't so bad yourself. Would you like to play again soon?”

 

“Ooh, yes please!”

 

“I'll have to think up lots of little jobs for you. Ways in which you can be my slave.” Mary could hardly believe what she was saying. Only this morning she had been horrified by the very thought and here she was, planning for more. But Pauline had been right, She'd get him to do the housework and the sex was unbelievable. She thought about what Pauline had said about foursomes with her and Garry. Maybe that was a little too much, or maybe...

 

“Hun.” Tom broke into her reverie. “Next time... Not quite so hard when you spank me, please.”

 

“Oh I think that's up to me. Don't you?”          

 

To be continued

As Mary tidied round the next morning she mulled things over. She still wasn't completely at ease with what had happened, if Pauline hadn't got her tipsy... but she knew she couldn't blame the wine, she hadn’t been that drunk. She remembered how it had felt to have Tom on his knees before her, for all their years together he'd been the decider, the one in charge and she'd been the little woman. So ironic that such an old fashioned male chauvinist piglet had a submissive streak, and what a streak! And to think that Garry next door was the same. It goes to show, she thought to herself, that you never know what goes on behind closed doors.

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The magazine still lay on the coffee table like a guilty secret. She picked it up and flicked through it, still slightly revolted. but also intrigued by the different acts portrayed. Some she knew she could never do, a section on toilet slaves was far, far too strong for her tastes, her stomach turned at the very thought of it, but others had a certain something. She tried to judge by the wear on the pages which bits had turned Tom on but she wasn't getting anywhere. She determined to ask him about it some time, maybe this evening, see which bits pushed his buttons. But enough, the magazine had done it's job and was going in the bin; if Tom wanted kinky sex from now on he'd have to settle for the real thing, if and when she was ready for it.

 

She picked up the holdall; it was surprisingly heavy and clinked a bit. Wondering what it held, she put it on the coffee table and sat down on the sofa to rummage through it, she was sure Pauline wouldn’t mind. Most of the objects were pretty obvious, cuffs and restraints, eye masks and gags, some were less so and had uses she couldn't guess at, some rubber objects that looked like small Christmas trees were totally beyond her. She was also a bit confused by two metal rods, each with a cuff at one end, until she realised they fitted together to make a longer bar with the cuffs about three feet apart. She tried to imagine Tom wearing it, how helpless he would be, how much she could tease him. She remembered how he'd looked when she and Pauline had been kissing, talk about the child at the sweetshop window. And the kiss with Pauline, well that had been acting, just a tease for Tom, but if she was really honest with herself... no stop it, it was just an act, only a tease for Tom.

 

She heard a van pull up and glanced out of the window. The van had 'Jane's Flowers' written on the side and the delivery driver was unloading an enormous bouquet. Mary could scarcely believe it when he headed for her front door so she threw the bits and pieces back in the bag and rushed round to open it.

 

“Mrs Bradshaw?”

 

“Yes, that's me.”

 

“These must be for you then.” The driver handed her the bouquet and, with a cheery 'good morning' returned to the van. The colours, the fabulous aroma, this had cost someone a bob or two. Still in a state of disbelief Mary took them through to the kitchen to put them in water. She wasn't even sure she had a vase big enough; heaven knows she'd never needed one before. She hadn't had flowers like this since they were married and she'd chosen those, Tom had thought that anything to do with flowers was 'woman's work'. She laid them gently on the table and opened the attached note.

 

“To the Mistress of my heart – thanks for everything. Tom.” Oh bless! Mary felt a warm glow run through her. Tom really was a sweetie and, although she wasn't sure if they were for guilt over the magazine or a way of saying thank you for playing his games, she didn't care. To hell with getting the housework done, this was payment enough! At the back of a cupboard she finally found a suitable vase and, arranging the flowers to her satisfaction, took them through to the lounge. Pride of place on the windowsill, that's what these deserved. Putting down the flowers she saw Pauline walking up the drive, come to fetch the holdall no doubt, and certainly eager for a chatter. She went to the front door and let her in.

 

“Wow, I saw the flowers. Are those from Tom?”

 

“Yes, aren't they gorgeous?”

 

“I told you men liked to be put in their place. So tell me all, how did it go?”

.

“Well, you were there for most of it, and, after you'd gone, we had the most fabulous sex.”

 

“Details, I want details.” Pauline demanded but Mary just blushed and, seeing her discomfort, Pauline bit her tongue. “So, are you going to do it again?”

 

“I think so, but how do you start? I mean, last night was easy, what with the magazine and all, but even then I needed you to show me the way. What do you do with Garry? How do you get things started?”

 

“Well Garry's got a thing about wearing women's undies so one of my favourites is to slip something frilly into his briefcase before he leaves for work. I then phone him up and tell him that he must put them on. I love it if I know he's got clients visiting, the thought of him having to be all brisk and businesslike whist wearing my camiknickers gives me as much of a thrill as him. Then, when he gets home, he knows what he's in for. On the other hand, sometimes I just send him a text, 'slave tonight' or something like that. The point is to do it early, anticipation is part of the tease.”

 

 “And all the stuff in the bag, where do you get that? Mary asked.

 

“On the web, just Google restraints and you'll find plenty of mail order places. eBay is worth a look as well. Some of it's a bit pricey but if you're buying do yourself a favour and get good stuff, as with everything else, you get what you pay for.”

 

Mary was lost in thought for a while. She was still a little uncomfortable about all this but the idea of Tom wearing a pair of panties all day tickled her, and if it ended up with flowers like today's, it looked as if she might be able to have her cake and eat it. However, the thought of doing it on her own even now dismayed her. She remembered how smoothly Pauline had taken charge, how easy it had been to slip into role with her there. And last night Pauline had said... No, she couldn't... But Pauline had seen Tom naked and it was only fair...

 

 “Pauline?” she asked tentatively. “You know you said about foursomes...”

 

 “Foursomes! Well, look at you, twenty four hours ago I was having to persuade you to even give it a go and now you want foursomes?” Pauline looked at her friend in amazement.

 

“It's just... I still don't think I could do it on my own. It's so much easier when you're there and it wouldn't be fair to leave out Garry, would it?”

 

“Ok, I'm pretty sure Garry would be up for it, what about Tom?”

 

“He'll do as he's told, anyway he didn't seem to mind you being there last night.”

 

“We'll have to lay down some ground rules.” Pauline, as ever, was being practical.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Well, at one end of the scale, if I found out that you and Garry were having an affair behind my back then I'd tear you limb from limb, make no mistake about that, at the other end of the scale, if Garry were to be ordered to kiss your feet, then no one could object. The problem is, where's the line? How far can we go before we overstep someone's boundaries? And if we're all a little tipsy then it would be all too easy for one of us to do something stupid and ruin our friendship.” Pauline thought for a while. “I know, we'll use a safe word. 'Lettuce'. That will do. If either of us suggests something, which the other is uncomfortable with, then just say lettuce and we'll stop. Does that make sense?”

 

The more Mary thought about it the more she could see that Pauline was being logical. Last night she had gone way beyond what she would previously have countenanced, spurred by a heady mixture of lust, anger and alcohol. She wondered how far she would go, where her boundaries might be, how far she might go in the heat of the moment before she found herself doing something she didn’t want to. After all the very act of playing foursomes involved an intimacy that she would have baulked at before, and once you'd crossed that bridge who knows where it might end.

 

The two women discussed their plans at some length. Eventually they decided on Saturday evening at Pauline and Garry's. They decided not to tell the boys what they had had in mind; Mary was to tell Tom that they were invited round for drinks, nothing more.

 

“And Saturday afternoon you and I are going shopping.” Pauline announced. “I've seen your wardrobe and you definitely need a new outfit.

 

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

 

 

“So, this S&M stuff, tell me what you really like.” Mary asked Tom as they lay in bed that night. “If it were down to you, which it's not, what would you like to do?”

 

“I'm not sure, I can't really say.” Tom replied. He was having problems getting used to this new Mary, this Mary who could discuss sex openly. Mary snuggled up to him and, reaching down, gently fondled his penis. She thought about what she had read in the magazine.

 

“Let's see, what if I made you do the housework dressed only in a pair of my panties and a frilly apron?” Tom's penis twitched. “Maybe if I told you what a pathetic worm you are and made you worship at my feet?” Another twitch. “Or maybe if I tied you up and teased you?” This time his reaction was stronger, Tom’s penis was near fully erect and Mary started to stroke it up and down, up and down. “Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? But what's in it for me? What do I get? If you want me to play your games then you've got to play mine. After I've had my fun then, if you've been good, you can have yours. Understood?”

 

“Yes, Mistress.”

 

“Uh huh.” Mary removed her hand. “Don't get all excited. We're not playing now, just talking.”

 

“Oh please, Mary.” Tom snuggled up closer. “Just a cuddle”

 

“No, I know what you mean by 'just a cuddle', it's too late and I'm too tired. You'll have to wait. Don't worry, we'll play again soon.” Tom rolled against her, totally frustrated. He wondered if he could have a little wank to relieve himself but he couldn’t do it in bed, Mary would notice, and if he slipped off to the bathroom now she’d surely guess what he was up to. He wasn't the only one amazed by Mary's new assertive attitude. Far too many times she'd let him have his way because it was the easiest option but now, now she'd had him grovelling at her feet, she was going to ensure that her needs were met, not just his, and anyway a little teasing was so much fun. She could feel his penis, swollen and hard, pressing against her thigh, well it would do him good to wait, anticipation would fuel his ardour when the time came. “Night night Tom.” She pushed him away, rolled over and went to sleep.

 

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

 

 

On Saturday afternoon Mary and Pauline went shopping. Pauline, as ever, knew what she wanted and was going to get it. With Mary trailing in her wake she headed for 'A la Mode', an expensive lingerie shop. Together they rifled through the racks.

 

“I can't afford these prices!” Mary was staring horrified at a price tag.

 

“Yes you can, anyway, give the bill to Tom, I bet you anything you like he coughs up. Here, this looks like it would fit you.” Pauline showed her a lightly boned corset made from black satin with red trimmings and laces up the back. It was just high enough to support, but not cover, the breasts.

 

“Isn't it a bit tarty?”

 

“Nonsense, let's try it on you.” They went to the changing rooms and, after a bit of squeezing, Mary found that it did fit. Indeed it kept that annoying bulge in the tummy firmly under control. “Just right, now a pair of French knickers and some stockings and you're all set. Whilst Mary got back into her clothes Pauline was off searching the shop. By the time Mary came out of the changing rooms Pauline had already found a pair of black silky French knickers which would match the corset. She also had found a pair of pink lacy hipster briefs and some suitable stockings. They went to the counter to pay the rather snooty assistant using Mary's credit cards.

 

“What are the pink briefs for?” Mary asked once they'd left the shop. “They're nice but they don't go with the rest of the outfit and I've got the French knickers.”

 

“They're not for you, silly, they’re for Tom.”

 

“Tom! Well, Ok, but how do I get him to wear them? I thought he wasn't supposed to know about tonight.”

 

“Easy. When you're getting dressed insist that he wears them or he won't have a good time later. He'll assume that you're planning to play after you get home.”

 

“Ok, I'll see what I can do.” Mary agreed reluctantly.

 

In the next shop they bought Mary a short black skirt and a matching blouse. The blouse was almost see-through, just opaque enough to be decent. As ever Mary had little say in the decision, she would never have bought anything so daring, but when they got to the shoe shop she tried to assert herself.

 

“I'll never manage to walk in those!” Mary was aghast at the height of the heels.

 

“Nonsense, you'll be fine, it's not as if you're going for a five mile hike or anything. Go on, try them on, walk up and down a bit.” Mary put the shoes on and took a few tottering steps over to one of the mirrors. They were difficult, but not impossible, and when she saw what they did for her calves she relented.

 

Fully shopped out they returned to Pauline's car and drove back home.

 

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

 

Mary took her time getting dressed; Tom, as ever, was leaving it to the last minute. It was quite complex lacing up the corset on her own but she managed it. Once she had got it on, along with the knickers and stockings, she put on her new shoes and posed in front of the mirror. Expecting to see a turkey trussed for Christmas she was pleased to see a proud, dominant, and very sexy woman. Pauline certainly knew how to choose clothes. “I am a powerful confident woman, I’m in charge,” she repeated to herself realising that she was really beginning to believe it. She heard Tom coming upstairs so she slipped on a dressing gown to keep the surprise. Tom hardly noticed her as he went through to the en suite for a shower. A few minutes later he re-emerged still towelling himself dry.

 

“Tom? You know I've been teasing you a bit recently, how about playing some games later tonight?”

 

“Oh, yes please!” Maybe we'll make our excuses to Garry and Pauline and leave a bit early Tom thought to himself.

 

“Well, if you want to play you've got to do something for me first.”

 

“Whatever you want.”

 

“Wear these tonight.” Mary reached into a bag and fetched out the pink briefs. Tom was a little taken aback, this wasn't what he was expecting but, compared to what she might have ordered him to do, it wasn't too much to ask. He finished drying and slipped them on. They weren't a bad fit but they hadn't been built for men to wear and his penis was straining the material at the front, and that was without having an erection.

 

“They’re a bit uncomfortable.” He complained.

 

“Good, that way you won't forget you're wearing them.” Much as Mary thought he looked ridiculous she was amused by the sight of her big strong man in such feminine undies and was beginning to see why Pauline found the idea appealing. “Come on, we're due there in fifteen minutes.” She shrugged off the dressing gown and went to put on her skirt and blouse.

 

For the second time Tom was amazed, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. Fabulous outfit, dead sexy, but why so overdressed for drinks with Garry and Pauline? He thought to himself. Still, he wasn't complaining if his wife had turned from the little mouse she had been to this foxy lady. Maybe this was all part of the tease. His penis stirred in his panties.

 

Ready at last they went downstairs and, fetching a couple of bottles of wine from the fridge, went next door. Mary found that, as long as she took short steps and swung her hips, she could indeed walk in the shoes, well, at least as far as next door. They rang the bell and waited.

 

“The door's open, come on in.” Pauline called from the lounge. They pushed it open and went on through. When they got to the lounge Tom got his third, and biggest shock. There was his mate and beer buddy, Garry, kneeling on the hearthrug, his wrists bound to his ankles, a gag in his mouth, with his erect penis straining beneath a pair of red lacy briefs. The sudden realisation of what he'd walked into, why Mary was dressed as she was, why he was dressed as he was, left him dumbfounded, standing in the doorway staring at Garry.

 

By the look on Garry's face he also wasn't expecting this. Bound and teased by Pauline was all very well but in front of Tom, Tom of all people, his face blushed crimson. There was a long, long, silence.

 

“Garry, sweetie, did I forget to tell you that Tom and Mary were coming round tonight?” Pauline mocked. “And Tom, don't just stand there, come on in, make yourself comfortable, just like Garry.”

 

“I don't think I can handle this.” Tom was extremely uneasy, in front of Pauline had been fine, but Garry... This was going far too far, far too fast. He started to back out of the room but Mary stood firm in the doorway, blocking his path.

 

“I told you, if you want to play your games you have to play by my rules.” Mary, having spent all day gearing herself up for this moment determined not to lose control now. She'd had a taste of power and liked it, if she let Tom win then it would be back to the mousy little housewife in no time. “Anyway it looks like Garry's having fun, why don't you show Pauline your pretty little panties? I'm sure she'd get a kick out of seeing you in them. Get undressed like Garry? Now!”

 

Tom looked at Mary, standing there with a determined expression on her face, and then at Pauline, wearing high heels, stockings, a short satin dressing gown and a supercilious smile, and finally at Garry, who, despite an anguished expression, had a rock hard erection which threatened to burst out of the panties he was wearing. He realised that, if he were to chicken out now, he'd lose all chance of any future games with Mary, games he had fantasised about ever since that night. He was also beginning to realise that he couldn't be submissive and call the shots, however much he wanted to, it was Mary's way or no way and if, and he still couldn't believe it, she wanted to play it this way then that's the way it would go. Reluctantly he started to unbutton his shirt.

 

“That's better, just fold up your clothes and put them on the chair.” Pauline ordered. She and Mary watched in silence as Tom disrobed, neither was surprised to see that Tom, although not fully erect, was already showing signs of arousal. Once he was stripped down to his panties Pauline reached into the holdall, which was tucked behind an armchair, and retrieved some leather shackles. “It's a good job I've got plenty of spares. Mary, could you give me a hand here?” They knelt him down next to Garry and fastened him, wrist to ankle. Next Pauline fetched another gag and after a brisk 'open wide' fitted it in Tom's mouth.

 

“Is that wine you've brought? Come on through to the kitchen and we'll open a bottle.” Pauline bundled up Tom's clothes and the two women went into the kitchen, leaving the boys bound and gagged, to wonder what was coming next.

 

Pauline dumped Tom's clothes on the kitchen table and, putting one bottle in the fridge, opened the other and poured two generous glasses. Then she sat down, showing no intention of returning to the lounge.

 

“That went well. Let's leave them stew for a while. What do you want to do next?”

 

“I don't know. Are you sure Garry's Ok with this?” Mary sat down beside her and sipped her wine.

 

“Oh yes, he's fine. I can recognise 'cabbage', even through a gag, and didn't you see the stiffy he's got? He's often told me he'd like to see me with another woman but I'm not sure this is quite the scenario he expected.”

 

“With another woman? Kissing and that?”

 

“Oh yes, I told you it was every man's fantasy. Come on, why don't we give them a show? Have a bit of a cuddle on the sofa, you watch, it will drive them wild.”

 

Mary gulped down her wine. Of all the uncertainties from the other night her feelings about how she'd felt kissing Pauline were the most confused. She topped up her glass and had another hefty swig. If it was just to tease the boys then it didn't really count, did it?

 

“Ok, let's do it.” She said at last.

 

Back in the lounge Garry and Tom had been spending several very uncomfortable minutes. It wasn't just that their restraints were tight; there was an acute embarrassment in being in the demeaning position in front of a mate. Garry had glanced at Tom and, as their eyes met, there was an understanding, not a word was to be mentioned about this down the pub!

 

When Pauline and Mary returned to the lounge they completely ignored the boys, went straight to the sofa and, putting down their wine glasses, went into a passionate kiss. At first it was just lips to lips but Pauline, obviously throwing herself into the role, started to kiss Mary's neck, and, pushing the blouse as far open as it would go, moved on to her shoulders. Out of the corner of her eye Mary could see the boys staring goggle eyed; well, if this was what turned them on, she'd give them the show they wanted. Anyway, Pauline's kisses were getting to her, if only Tom would learn to kiss like that, soft and gentle and not just on the lips.

 

Their squirming together on the sofa had loosened the tie to Pauline's dressing gown and it gaped open. Underneath she was wearing a black soft leather corset that stretched from her hips to just below her breasts which stood proud and free, unencumbered by any bra. She felt Pauline's hand on her front, reaching for the buttons of her blouse, one, two, three, four and it was undone. Oh well, if Tom was to get an eyeful of Pauline's tits then it was only fair that Garry should see hers.

 

“You look just gorgeous, I could eat you all up.” Pauline had pulled back and was shrugging off the dressing gown. Mary could see that she wasn't exactly wearing panties, but a crotch-piece of leather pop-fastened to the bottom of her corset at the front, and presumably also at the back, took their place covering her groin. Pauline saw her staring.

 

“Do you like it? A birthday present from Garry.” She posed provocatively. “Now let's get that blouse off you, we don't want to get it all messed up.”

 

Pauline helped Mary out of her blouse and they resumed their embrace. Now that Mary's shoulders were bare Pauline roamed further and further afield with her kisses. Mary felt her skin tingle deliciously as Pauline's lips fluttered here and there, from shoulder to shoulder but straying a little lower each time. Please, my nipples, oh please my nipples! Mary didn't dare say the words out loud, to admit to the others that she was getting turned on would mean admitting to herself that this was no longer 'just a show for the boys'. Finally Pauline got there, gently teasing the nipple with her teeth causing it to swell up. Mary's groan of pleasure was echoed by two muffled groans from the boys but she wasn't really that bothered, she was too absorbed in her own pleasure to worry about theirs.

 

She felt Pauline's touch on her on her knee, on her thigh, travelling north. Part of her wanted to call 'lettuce', this was starting to get out of control, and if Pauline touched her 'down there' there would be no hiding how turned on she was. Pauline's hand had reached the top of her stockings and unbidden, she opened her knees, allowing them further. She felt fingers slipping beneath the silk of her knickers, it was now or never, she ought to stop, she ought to... Ohhhhhhh that's so good! Any thought of resistance fled as Pauline touched her labia, caressing them gently causing a tingling line of pleasure to run straight from her nipple to her groin.

 

Pauline stopped kissing Mary's nipple and moved up to nibble her ear. “You can return the favour, you know.” She chided in a gentle whisper.

 

Mary realised how selfish she'd been, it was so good to feel Pauline's expertise on her body that she'd been wallowing in her own pleasure, quite forgetting that this should be mutual. Tentatively she reached for Pauline's breasts, stroking their smooth skin, contrasting it with the roughness of the nipples; gently she took one between thumb and forefinger, playing with it, teasing it. Pauline kissed her again on the lips, not the simple pecks they had started out with but a full kiss, tongues and all, almost climbing on top of Mary in a passionate embrace.

 

As their bodies crushed together Mary could no longer play with Pauline's nipples. She slid her hand lower, across the taught leather of Pauline's corset, down onto her hips. If she really was to 'return the favour' then she should go lower, her hand slid towards Pauline's groin, under the leather and there was a faint ‘click’ as the poppers gave way. Her fingers slipped through Pauline's pubic hair, found their goal and probed inside. It was no surprise that Pauline was as wet, as aroused, as she was and, as her fingers began to stroke Pauline's clitoris, she felt her friend clutch her tighter, her kisses ever more passionate.

 

Mary had long ago lost any illusion that this was a tease for the boys, this was raw sex, and with another woman, but animal lust had swept aside inhibitions. Pauline's fingers kept pushing her close to the brink, right to the edge, and then pulling back, until their passions met, each woman finding her climax, sharing her climax, exploding together, locked together, joined together as one.

 

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, YESSSSS!!!” Pauline screamed as she came. Mary uttering animal cries in return. For a long minute they held each other close until the wave subsided and they relaxed, panting gently.

 

Eventually Pauline stood up, a shade unsteady on her high heels. The crotch-piece hung down behind her so she took it off and tossed it on a chair. Mary realised that her knickers were a soggy mess which wasn’t quite the image she wanted. She slipped them off and threw them on the chair next to Pauline’s crotch-piece. She looked at Pauline, standing tall, the black leather emphasising the nakedness of her breasts and buttocks. If she wasn’t to be the shy little mouse it seemed that the skirt had to go as well. As she stood up she slipped it off leaving it to fall at her feet. She wasn’t sure that, on her tottering heels, she could reach it so she left it lying there.

 

“Right, boys, did you enjoy our little show?” Pauline went over to the holdall and retrieved a riding crop. Then, standing in front of the kneeling men she reached down and stroked it along the length of Garry’s penis which strained beneath the tight underwear. “Oh, I can see Garry did, look how excited he’s got, and as for Tom, not so reluctant now, are you? I think you ought to give your Mistress a little kiss to show how grateful you are.”

 

Pauline removed Tom’s gag and guided Mary to stand in front of him.

 

“Not too close, let him strain a bit.” She whispered in Mary’s ear.” Tom did, indeed, need to strain forward to reach Mary.  “Come on, you can do better than that, and use your tongue.” Pauline chided. Tom strained harder but Mary was enjoying teasing him, enjoying watching his wrists pull against his ankles as he struggled to reach her. Occasionally she’d let him touch, let him push his tongue between her labia, but the teasing was much more fun.

 

“Pathetic, totally pathetic. Why don’t we let Garry have a try?” Pauline’s contemptuous tone cut in. Mary’s mind raced, getting Garry to kiss her in such an intimate way would be the first time any other man had touched her sexually since she had started dating Tom all those years ago. Another taboo was about to fall, another bridge to be crossed, this was very different to her tryst with Pauline but, and there were some buts, it wasn’t as if she was going behind Tom’s back, as long as it kept within the confines of this room, as long as she was doing it to tease Tom, not to please herself, as long as she… Oh, why not? Tom could always use the safe word if he couldn’t handle it. She pulled away from Tom and went over in front of Garry, undid his gag, and pushed her hips forward.

 

Garry was no novice, and Mary was teasing Tom by not teasing Garry, so she let him run his tongue up and down, playing with her inner lips, flicking past her clitoris, but never resting long. Mary was too uncomfortable to really relax and enjoy it, her calves were beginning to complain about her high heels, never the less she was beginning to appreciate just what a skilled tongue could do for her. Pauline, meanwhile, had moved next to Mary, and had Tom’s head firmly in her groin. She reached across and gave Mary’s hand a little squeeze.

 

“Garry’s been a naughty boy, haven’t you?” A muffled ‘ess issress’ was all he could reply from Mary’s groin. “I think six strokes of the crop ought to sort him out. Let’s get these two organised.” They pulled away and went round behind the boys, undid their restraints only to refasten them, wrist to wrist, ankle to ankle. Pauline pulled Garry to his feet and led him to an armchair. With shackled ankles he could only take the tiniest of steps so it took a while. Mary decided to keep teasing Tom so she took him to the sofa, laid him on his back and sat down beside him. As Pauline pulled down Garry’s panties Mary slipped her hand over Tom’s stomach, under the waistband of his panties, and wrapped it around his penis. Tom was rock hard and his glans glistened with pre-cum, Mary knew he was on the edge of coming so she hardly moved her hand at all, squeezing rather than stroking.

 

“If you dare come before I’m ready it will be the worse for you.” She leant down and whispered in his ear. “Now lie back like a good boy and enjoy the show.”

 

“Yes, Mistress.” Tom’s voice was breathy as he fought to control himself.

 

Pauline was in no hurry with Garry. She made a big show of getting him arranged just as she wanted him, adjusting his legs, moving him about, making sure his whole weight was pressing his penis into the padded arm of the chair. Then she fetched from the bag one of the ‘Christmas trees’ and a tube of lubricant. She smeared the tree with lubricant and, going round behind Garry, started pushing it up his bottom. Now Mary could see what it was for! Garry grunted as she twisted it back and forth, overcoming the initial resistance, it would appear that, even with lubrication, it was far from comfortable but his grunts changed to a deep sigh as the broadest part went in leaving only the base to stop it disappearing completely.

 

Seeing that Mary and Tom were ready, and satisfied that Garry was properly arranged, she stood back and flicked the riding crop across Garry’s buttocks. Although Pauline had not struck particularly hard the crop was designed to cut through horsehide and Garry’s ‘aaah, one, thank you Mistress’ came out between clenched teeth. By the third stroke Garry was sobbing, taking much longer between the stroke and his response, and Mary was wondering if he really was enjoying it but she guessed that this wasn’t the first time Pauline had used the crop so she must know what she was doing. When the last stroke fell he just lay there, gasping, unable to catch his breath, flopped across the armchair. Pauline went round, knelt down, and, lifting up his head, kissed him long and hard.

 

 

“There’s my good boy, you’ve had your punishment, now you get your reward.” Pauline stood up and unfastened Garry’s wrists. He obviously knew what was expected as he put his arms out in front of him where Pauline refastened them.  She manoeuvred him onto the floor lying full length on the hearthrug. Mary could see him wince as his buttocks touched the floor, but his erect penis, now free of his undies, showed how aroused he was.

 

As Tom and Mary watched Pauline knelt over Gary’s hips, reached down, and slid his penis inside her. Slowly she moved up and down, keeping upright as she did so. Tom could clearly see the shaft of Garry’s penis, slick with Pauline’s juices, slide in and out. This was as strong as any of the videos he and Garry would watch together over a few beers when the girls were out, and it was real, happening right in front of him.

 

“Is this what you’d like, Tom? I bet you’d give anything to feel your prick in my cunt.” With one hand Pauline caressed her breasts, the other reached for her clitoris, rubbing it in slow circles. Tom was too dumbstruck to reply; Mary was a little concerned that Pauline had suggested she and Tom… but it was only a tease, she’d say lettuce long before that happened!

 

Garry was obviously near the edge, grunting audibly every time Pauline lowered herself. “Control yourself worm, you maggot, you slime.” She hissed between her teeth. The tendons in Gary’s neck stood out as he fought against coming too soon. “Wait ‘till I’m ready or I’ll never let you near me again. You’re mine, my little slave, my plaything, my toy, my ohhhh!”

 

As Pauline rode Garry faster and faster it was obvious that they had completely forgotten their audience. Pauline, still rubbing herself with increasing vigour, slapped Garry across the face with her other hand. Garry, for his part, was bucking beneath her, pushing back every time she pushed down.

 

“Not yet, not yet!” Pauline squeezed out between panted breaths. “Not yet, not yet. Now!!!!” Once, twice, three times, four times, she thrust herself down on him and then fell forward resting on her arms.

 

“Good boy, well done.” Pauline looked down at Garry, her expression, for once, almost tender. “Mary, be a love and fetch a towel from the bag, would you?”

 

Pauline took the proffered towel, and, clutching it to her groin, she slid off Garry and sat down in an armchair. Garry just lay there, panting heavily, getting his breath back.

 

“Ok, Garry, you can undo your ankles now. Mary and I need some more wine, pull your panties up, oh, and the butt plug stays in.” Garry did as he was ordered. “So, what are we going to do about you and Tom?”

 

Mary was concerned that she’d got in too deep. Watching Pauline with Garry she wondered if she’d ever be that uninhibited, able to let herself go with people watching. Tom for his part was concerned about his ability to perform. He’d been kept in a state of high arousal ever since they had arrived and he’d had to fight not to come in Mary’s hand as he had watched Pauline and Garry, and if Mary were to ride him in the same way he knew he couldn’t last.

 

Pauline, however, was no fool, and she could read the uncertainty written on her friends’ faces. She went over and, sitting on the edge of the sofa, reached down to hold Tom’s penis with Mary.

 

“Looks like this one’s pretty near the edge, if we play with his willy any more he’ll pop his cork, and we can’t have him coming before you do, can we now? Have you ever sat on his face?”

 

“What? Wouldn’t I crush him?”

 

“Not if you do it right, here, let me show you.” She took Garry, who had just returned with the wine, and laid him out across the hearthrug. Then she knelt over his face positioning herself so that Garry’s mouth was just between her thighs. “You see, it’s quite easy, now you have a go.”

 

Somehow this seemed less embarrassing than penetrative sex, less intimate in front of others, and, feeling that she’d been let off the hook, Mary agreed. With Pauline’s help she refastened Tom’s wrists so he could lie full length, and arranged herself over him. It was a bit awkward at first but she soon found how to manoeuvre herself so that Tom’s tongue was just where she wanted it. Tom, on the other hand, hadn’t forgotten what he’d been taught last time and he searched out Mary’s clitoris and licked it gently, side to side. Pauline went over to the coffee table, picked up the wine glasses, and came back to kneel down next to Mary.

 

“Here, drink up. Let’s celebrate submissive men, long may they serve us!” Pauline handed one of the glasses to Mary who joined in the toast.

 

As Tom’s tongue worked away at Mary’s clitoris it sparked a seed of rebellion inside her. Sure she’d got what she asked for, Pauline had helped her take her first steps in dominating Tom, but she was beginning to feel like a puppet, dancing to someone else’s tune. She remembered the sight of Pauline’s buttocks, framed between her corset and her stockings, and wondered what they would look like with red stripes from the cane written across them. She imagined little Miss Bossy Boots stretched over the arm of the chair the way Garry had been, that spreader bar would come in useful, and then she’d get Garry to take her from behind, or even Tom, and she’d be in control, she’d have the whip hand, she’d play the tune the others danced to! She took a slurp from her wine, draining the glass, and handed it to Pauline.

 

The images in her head, as much as Tom’s tongue, were pushing Mary towards her climax. A kaleidoscope of images, mostly of Pauline’s buttocks, tumbled through her mind as years of repression rolled back. Maybe if Pauline was on all fours, Garry taking her doggy style whilst she sucked Tom’s prick… Oooh, that felt good, oooh, yes, Tom, right there! Oh, yes! Pauline, realising that Mary was near her release, reached down and began to play with Tom’s penis, harder, faster, matching Mary as she wriggled against Tom’s mouth.

 

“Yes. Tom, there, there, harder, harder!” Mary almost screamed. Pauline’s hand pumped away and as, with a final cry of ‘Take that, you bitch!” Mary climaxed she felt Tom jerk, jerk again, and sperm flew from him, spattering his chest and Mary’s bottom.

 

For a few minutes there was silence. Pauline was wondering why Mary had screamed ‘take that, you bitch’ as she came. Surely she wasn’t calling Tom a bitch, that didn’t make sense, but she let it lie, maybe she’d find out later. Then, with sheepish grins they got up off the floor, Tom and Garry’s wrist were unfastened.

 

“Everyone Ok?” Pauline asked. The others assented with muttered yeses. “Garry, be a love and get two more glasses and the rest of the wine. I think it’s about time you boys had a drink.”

 

For the rest of the evening the four friends sat and chatted. Despite their unusual dress they all acted as if this were now a normal evening for the four of them, as if nothing untoward had happened, but Mary wasn’t completely there, the images of Pauline still lingered at the back of her mind and secretly she was thinking about how to turn the tables, not tonight, definitely not tonight, but sometime soon, sometime real soon!

 

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...