Archive-name: Control/afan-09.txt Archive-author: Joe Anthony Archive-title: Seduction and Domination - A Story of Sex and the Mind [In PARTS 1 through 4 of our story (contained in files AFAN-05, AFAN-06, AFAN-07 and AFAN-08), Tony seduced his beautiful, hot-bodied (40EE-24-35) divorcee sister-in-law, Claire, whom he had long desired. During the course of that seduction, he discovered that she really got off on dirty language and a strong approach, and used this knowledge to his advantage to gradually develop her tendencies towards submissiveness and bring her under his total dominance, despite the fact that she was engaged to be married in the near future. At Tony's insistence, Claire engaged in several sexual adventures of gradually increasing boldness, including exhibitionism, public masturbation and intercourse, the masturbation of a elderly gentleman at a porno movie, and a full fledged threesome with another man they picked up in a nightclub. Although he held her under the constant threat of punishment if she questioned him or disobeyed his will, he had only actually subjected her to two punishment sessions, the second more severe than the first, but still rather mild by some standards. During her wedding reception, Tony had lured Claire into a private room and screwed her up the ass. After she returned from her honeymoon, he had forced her to arrange a threesome with her secretary, secretly videotaping the action. When She tried to break off their affair, he threatened to send copies of the tape to her superiors at the company where she worked, thereby blackmailing her to continue their relationship. At a later date, he had her perform as the entertainment at a bachelor party, stripping naked and masturbating for the 18 men in attendance, and then going on to service them sexually in various ways. Through no fault of her own, however, she had not met all of the requirements he had set for her that evening in that one of the guests had not had sex with her. Therefore, Tony had informed her that she would have to submit to another punishment session at a later date. As PART 4 ended, he had told her to meet him at his home the next Friday night right after work, and to arrange to spend the entire night with him.] PART 5 On Friday night at about six-thirty, Claire arrived at Tony's house. They greeted each other with a kiss, and he led her into the dining room. Supper was already on the table. It was shrimp scampi with linguini, augmented by candlelight and a good bottle of wine. "This is wonderful," she said sincerely. Did you make it all by yourself?" "I sure did. I've been working at learning how to cook for the past six months or so. Living alone as I do, I had to. I just got tired of eating out or having tasteless microwave dinners every night. Come on, let's eat before it gets cold." As they consumed their dinner, which tasted surprisingly good, by the way, Claire reflected on how thoughtful and considerate Tony could be when he really wanted to. She guessed that was part of the reason she loved him so much. When they had finished eating, Tony spoke. "I guess we should start getting ready now. First of all, I want you to strip naked and take a shower. Then put on the black garter belt, stockings and high heels I've laid out for you in the bedroom. There's a black combination waist cincher and bustier in there too. Put that on as well. I intentionally got it in a size that's probably a little too small for you, so I might have to help you cinch it up. You'll notice that the bustier part has no bra cups, only two underwired shelves to hold your breasts up high and separated. You'd better go get started now." Claire showered, dried herself off, and went into the bedroom to start getting dressed. While she was getting herself into the combination waist cincher and bustier, Tony walked in. She was glad he did. He had been right, the garment was a bit too small for her to properly fasten by herself, so he assisted her, pulling it good and tight. It was not an easy job, and he really had to pull hard on the laces to get it hooked properly. When they were finished, however, it was clear it had been worth it. She truly looked great. The waist cincher/bustier made her stand up straight and tall and really thrust her breasts up and out so that they look even larger than their normally impressive size. "Good," Tony said. "Now go brush your hair out. I want you to wear it down and long tonight. Also, put on a lot of makeup, especially dark eye shadow and liner, and bright red lipstick. Put rouge on your cheeks, and put some on your nipples and the edges of your cunt lips too. I want you to look like a real whore tonight. Claire went back into the bathroom to comply with his directive. When she returned, she looked slutty and hot. Tony smiled and said, "That's just the effect I was looking for! Perfect. You look like a high class hooker, but not too high class. More like one who really enjoys her work and would do it for nothing if she had to, just because she loves cock so much. I like that. "Now put on your trench coat. Leave the liner out so that it clings to your body more. Then we'll go down to the car, we're going for a little trip." Claire felt somewhat disappointed. She had assumed they would be spending this night alone together, secluded in Tony's house, just the two of them. She said nothing, however, not wanting him to think she was questioning his wishes. She knew something like that would probably get him upset with her, and she didn't want that. She wondered where they could possibly be going, dressed the way she was, but again, she didn't ask. She knew that if and when Tony wanted her to know, he would tell her. Tony and Claire got in his car, and start driving south on the Parkway. Shortly thereafter, he spoke. "Reach behind the front seat. There's a bag there. Bring it up front here, open it and look inside." She turned and reached behind her seat and found the small overnight bag he had referred to. She turned back towards the front, placed it on her lap and opened it. "As you can see," he went on, "there's a bottle of vodka, a bottle of mouthwash, a couple of small packages and a wide mouthed half-liter wine carafe. We don't need those now, so put them back in the bag again. We'll get to those later. The next item is a double shafted, vibrating, cock-shaped dildo. Given the fact that the shafts are parallel to each other and about an inch or two apart, connected at the base, and both face on the same direction, can you guess what they're for? How would one use something shaped like that? Come on, take a wild guess." She looked over the odd shaped device for a bit before she replied. "I'm not sure, but I guess someone could put one of the shafts in their pussy, and the other one up their behind at the same time." "That's right. You'd use it to fuck yourself in the twat and asshole simultaneously. The third item is a jar of lubricant. I'm sure you know what that's for. "Now let's put those items to work. First return the overnight bag to the back seat, and then recline your seat about half way, unbutton your trench coat and pull it wide open. Of course, I realize that someone driving past us in a truck or van might be able to see you, but you wouldn't mind that, do you?." Claire looked over at Tony and hesitated, but said nothing. "Just do as I told you," he prodded. She then did exatly as she was ordered. When she was in position with her coat appropriately arranged, he spoke again. "Good. Now lube up both shafts of that dildo, and start working it into your holes." Claire felt somewhat nervous on several counts. Exposing herself like Tony had ordered was the first, but she had done similar things for him before. She felt more anxious about putting the device she held in her hands inside her body. It was rather ominous looking. "The shafts on this are both kind of fat. I'm not sure I'll be able to get them in me," she said to him. "Yes, they are kind of wide, but I'm sure you can make them fit if you put your mind to it. Raise your legs up and prop up your heels wide apart on the dashboard in front of you. Then start pushing that thing in a bit at a time. It'll go in, you just have to work at it a bit." She resigned herself to the fact that she wasn't going to get a reprieve, and followed his instructions. In her splayed position, the double-shafted dildo began to enter her cunt and asshole, but it was certainly a tight fit. "That's right," he encouraged, "keep working them in... Rub your clit a little to help loosen you up. There you go, they're almost in you all the way now, just a little more, and... good, they're in!" He paused a bit to allow her to get used to being double penetrated by the artificial cocks. "Now start pumping it in and out of yourself." Tony glanced over at her to ensure she had started the device moving. "Good, but don't let yourself come. The object of this exercise is to get and keep you good and hot, almost on the verge of coming, but never quite getting there, at least for now. If you feel yourself getting too close to coming, just stop moving the dildos and rubbing you clit for a while until you have it under control, and then start all over again. That's right. Keep it up, now. "You look really hot, lying there pumping that thing in and out of yourself. If a passing truck driver looks down and sees you, I'll bet he'll have trouble keeping his rig on the road. Just keep that up until we get to Fort Monmouth." Claire turned her head towards Tony with a questioning look on her face. "Fort Monmouth?" "What? Yes, that's where we're headed. Actually, we're going to a little motel just off post that has a combination nightclub and bar. I'll tell you more about why when we get there." For a time, they drove in silence, the only sounds being Claire's labored breathing and those which were made by her two holes as the double pronged dildo slid in and out of them. When they approached their exit, he allowed her to close her coat as they went through the toll booth, and then had her open it again and continue fucking herself with the dildo as they drove the rest of the way. When they arrived at their destination, he pulled into the motel's lot and parked the car. "Close your coat and wait here for me," he told her. "I'm going to the office to get our room key." Tony left to register for a room. When he returned about fifteen minutes later, he proceeded to give her additional instructions, and explained something about the activities he had planned for the night. "Now take that thing out of you and wipe off the excess lubricant from your twat and asshole... Good. Button your coat, but leave 2 or 3 buttons open at the bottom and a couple open a the top. We're going into the bar/nightclub now and I want plenty of leg and cleavage showing when we do. "When we walk in, we're going to walk up and down the full length of the place one time, as if we're looking for someplace to sit. Walk kind of sexy, swinging your hips a bit and letting the coat fly open at the bottom to show some leg. Then you'll take a seat near the end of the bar. I'll stand to your left. Sit facing me, so your left side is facing away from the bar, and let the hem of the coat fall open to expose a good deal of your stockinged legs. Since your coat opens to the left, that will allow any observant patrons who happen to be at the correct angle to get a peek inside. "Then we'll order drinks, sit and talk for a while. While we do, be very expressive with your hands. Also, smile and laugh a lot. I want you to do that so you'll subtly draw attention to yourself so the men in the place will notice you, although I don't think that'll be a problem. "This place is a hangout for young soldiers. They range mostly from 19 to 24, mostly male and all races. Although there'll be some females in there as well, they'll be outnumbered by about three or four to one. It's payday, so the males will be out to spend their money and have a good time. To most young soldiers, that means booze and women, women and booze, plenty of both and in no particular order. Now let's go." Tony and Claire entered the nightclub, and after performing their little parade as he had explained, they took seats at the bar. Then they ordered drinks, and proceeded to make small talk for about half an hour. The place was pretty crowded, and her appearance caused quite a stir among the young soldiers present. Many of them kept walking past where Claire was sitting on one pretense or another to get a better look at her. Finally, Tony interrupted their light, aimless conversation. "Wait here for me. I'll be right back. I'm going to have a little meeting with that young bartender over there to make the arrangements for the rest of your night." "What are you talking about?" Claire asked. "What am I talking about? O.K., I'll tell you. That bartender is a real go getter. He'll do just about anything for a buck. I'm going to make an arrangement with him whereby he'll market your sexual services to the soldiers in the bar here for a cut of the proceeds." "Tony," Claire interrupted meekly, "I don't think I understand what you mean. You can't mean what I think you do." "Oh, I think I do," he said with a smile playing at his mouth. "To put it rather bluntly, you're going to work as a whore tonight." Claire's eyes appeared to double their size in astonishment. Although Tony thought that she did not protest his plan because of his power over her, the simple truth is, she was literally stunned speechless. Tony continued with his explanation. "As I was saying, I'll let the bartender have $5 a head, so to speak, for every customer he sends us. He knows most of these guys by sight, and can screen out any undesirables or cops. Meanwhile, you'll be in the room upstairs and I'll be right outside collecting the money and making sure everything is O.K. inside. "We're going to charge bargain rates so that we can do more volume. The object of this little exercise tonight is for you to get as much dick as possible. Of course, if we make a little money while we're doing that it wouldn't be a bad thing. Therefore, I've come up with a plan which will enable us to do a lot of volume in a relatively short period of time. "We'll run them through in groups of five guys who will all have sex with you in one form or another at the same time. This is the way it'll go down. One will lie on his back. You'll lie on your back on top of him and he'll fuck you up the ass. While this is going on, the second guy will kneel between your legs facing you and fuck your twat. The third guy will kneel above your head and stick his dick in your mouth so you can suck him off. Since we don't know any of these guys, we'll require these three to wear rubbers. That's what's in one of those packages you saw in the overnight bag. The fourth and fifth guys will kneel on either side of you and feel up your titties while you jerk them off, one in each hand. When those two are ready to come, they can shoot all over your tits. "We'll charge $25 each to the three guys who get to stick their cocks in your various holes, and $15 each to those who are getting hand jobs. That comes to $80 per group net for us, even after we give the bartender his cut." "Five men at a time? she said unbelievingly. "And how many of these groups of five men do I have to... to... do that with tonight?" "How many guys am I going to make you do tonight? Well, I figure we can run three groups like this through per hour, 15 minutes per group, plus 5 minutes cleanup and rest time for you between groups. It's 8:45 p.m. now. By the time the first group gets started it'll be about 9:30. The bar is open until 2:00 a.m., so I figure we'll run until at least 3:30 a.m., maybe later if you do a good job. I hope you didn't have a tough day at the office today, because it's going to be a long night. "Remember, I want you to get as much strange dick as possible tonight. The more you get, the happier you'll be making me. Exactly how much you get depends largely on how well you do your work. If you work hard at satisfying the customers and making them happy, the word will get out and they'll keep coming, so to speak. A big contributor to that will be your attitude. If you act like you're enthusiastic about your work and really enjoying it, the customers will be more likely to enjoy it more too, so keep that in mind. Also, I'll be asking them how good you were as they leave the room after they do you, and if too many of them complain I'll just add on to the punishment you already have coming. Do you understand?" Claire was still silent. She simply looked down at the bar and nodded her head very slowly. "Now wait here for me and I'll be right back," he said as he walked away towards the bartender. Tony successfully made his arrangements with the bartender and returned shortly. "It's all set. Let's go," he ordered. They stopped at the car first and picked up the overnight bag from the back seat, and Tony's video camcorder from the trunk, along with several blank video tapes. Then they went to the room. As soon as they walked in the door, Tony spoke. "Well, here we are. You strip the bedspread, blanket and top sheet off the bed. We won't be needing them and they'll just get in the way. Then take off your raincoat and get in bed while I set up the video camera. As Claire busied herself with her assigned tasks, Tony set up the video camera in the room's closet, pointing out through the louvered door at the bed. As soon as they were finished, he said, "Now let's have a drink to calm your nerves. The first group should arrive in about 10 minutes." As they had their drinks, Tony explained the rest of his plan to her. "As you can tell from the video camera I've set up, I'm going to tape everything that goes on in here tonight for posterity. Also, if you've been wondering what the wide mouthed wine decanter is for, I'll tell you now. When each group is finished and leaves, I want you to deposit all their come in it. Have the guys who are using the rubbers drop then in the waste basket here next to the bed. Then, during your breaks between groups, you can retrieve them and just squeeze the come out into the decanter." He opened one of the packages that had been on the overnight bag. "Use these tongue depressors to scrape up the come off your body from the guys you gave hand jobs to and deposit that in the decanter as well. I want you to collect as much of their come as possible. "This other package contains prophylactics. I'll hand them out to the customers before they come into the room and make sure they agree to use them. "I'll look in and check on you between each group to make sure everything is O.K., and remember, while they're in here I'll be right outside the door, so don't worry. If you need me just yell, and I'll be right in. We'll leave the front window open a little to be sure I can hear you if you do. There shouldn't be any problems about who gets what hole or anything either, because I'll straighten all that out before they come in here." Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Well, Tony said, "that must be your first group of horny customers. Oh, one other thing, make sure you keep the groups on schedule. Remember, no more than 15 minutes per group. Now I'll go outside, collect their money and make sure they understand the rules before I let them in. Good luck." Tony give Claire a kiss, started the camcorder, and went outside to meet the first five men. After they had paid him and were familiarized with the required terms and conditions, he sent them in, closing the door behind them and waiting outside for them to finish. About 17 minutes later, the group came out straightening their clothes and smiling, and Tony went back in. "How did it go, O.K.?" he asked. Claire looked a little shaken by her experience, but nodded affirmatively. "Good. Just try a little harder to keep them on schedule. That group went a couple of minutes over their allotted time, and don't forget to collect all their come." He immediately went back outside, where the second group was already waiting. After giving Claire her allotted five minute break to clean up and deposit the come of the first group in the decanter, he send the second group in to the room. These men came out right on time, also smiling broadly. The groups of sex seeking men kept coming (no pun intended) for the rest of the night, one after another. True to his word, Tony looked in and checked on Claire after each group left. The bartender obviously had done a good job of screening their customers, because despite the volume of men passing through the room, no significant problems occurred. When the last group finally finished, it was 4:30 a.m. Then the bartender came up and Tony give him his commission. Tony offered him a free shot at Claire as a tip for doing such a good job. The bartender declined the offer, thanking Tony for making it, but explaining that he'd had a long day and was just too tired. As soon as he left, Tony went into the room. "Hi, Claire. Is everything O.K.?" "I guess it is, except for the fact that all my openings are extremely sore and tender, and I feel exhausted." "Well, I figured you'd be sore, and I don't blame you for being tired either. You look beat. "Do you know how many guys did you tonight? You serviced exactly 100 guys. Even after we deduct the bartender's commission, the cost of the room and our other expenses, that means you made over $1,400 for me tonight. I have to say it, you did a really nice job. Almost everyone was commenting about how great you were as they left. A few guys even came back for seconds. How much of their come did you collect?" Claire held up the decanter. It appeared to contain approximately 16 ounces of milky come. "That's great, Tony said with a smile. "It's just about what I figured you should get if you were careful and conscientious about collecting it. Let me have it so I can cover it up. "Tony took the bottle, covered it, and placed it in a plastic bag of dry ice the bartender had given him. "You know, I was just thinking. You did 100 guys tonight. Figuring an average cock length of somewhere between 5 and 6 inches, you had over 40 feet of cock tonight. That's pretty impressive numbers, don't you think?" Even Claire managed a laugh at that one. "Did any of the groups give you any problems?" "Not really," Claire replied. "They were all surprisingly well behaved." "That's good. How was that group of old guys that came in? I know they went a little over schedule. I guess it took them longer to come than the younger guys, but when they came out I think their smiles were broader than anyone else's." "It did, but they were very nice about it. They even took the trouble to make sure I came before they left," she explained. "That's good. How about that all Black group? Did you know that they were all from the army of one of those new African republics. They were in this country to get some kind of specialized military training from our army at Fort Monmouth." "They were about the same as all the others." Claire said. "But now I know why I had a little trouble understanding them. They seemed like nice enough guys." "Yea, they did. I could hear them get a little loud while I was standing outside, but it sounded like good old enthusiasm from outside the door so I didn't come in. I have to ask you though, did they live up to the reputation that Black men have regarding cock size? They say it's just a rumor, but I have to tell you, you can't prove it by what I've seen." Claire thought about his question a minute, and then simply said, "They were O.K., I guess." Something in Claire's voice when she said that made Tony look at her carefully. At first, he thought he noticed a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth, but before he was certain of what he thought he had seen, it was gone. "Are you sure?" he asked, and then retracted his question quickly. "Never mind. If I remember correctly, I had to reload the camcorder right after they left. They came in towards the end of the night, so that means they should be the last group on the third tape. Let me just load up that particular tape and we'll watch it together." Tony hooked up the camcorder to the T.V., found the right spot on the tape, and pushed the play button. Then he immediately hopped on to the bed next to Claire to watch it. The tape had started playing at the point where the five men were already undressed. The television showed their muscular backs and tight butts grouped in a tight circle around a kneeling form, apparently belonging to Claire. From their reactions, she was apparently switching from one to another, sucking their cocks to get them hard and ready. They could be heard speaking to each other, presumably in their native tongue. Although Tony couldn't understand them, the mere tones of their voices and the lusty laughs which were liberally interspersed with their words made it pretty obvious they were talking about Claire and what she was doing to them. Since looking at men's asses was not Tony's thing, he advanced the tape to find something that better suited his interests. Now the screen displayed a picture of them gathered under, on and around Claire in the position Tony had prescribed earlier for the night's group sex sessions. One man lay face up on the bed, with Claire positioned supine on top of him, his dick up her ass. Another knelt between her legs and was banging away at her pussy. She had a dick in her mouth, and stroked another one in each hand. All that dark skin encircling her made Claire's form seem even more fair than usual. "Why you sneaky little bitch," Tony said as he laughed. "Whatever do you mean?" Claire asked, feigning innocence. Still laughing, Tony continued. "When I asked you about the size of these guys cocks, you said they were 'O.K.'" "Well," Claire commented, now laughing herself as well, "they were." "If that's just 'O.K.,' I'd hate to see what your impression of 'big' is," Tony said. "That guy fucking your cunt has about a 12 inch cock! The one in your mouth must be 10 inches long, the one in your ass must be 9 inches, and the one's you're jerking off must be at least 8« inches each. That's 4 feet of cock at one time. Not bad by my standards. This looks more like a group pole vault than a fuck-fest!" As he watched the spectacle closely, Tony began to stroke his hand over her back and ass as she lay on her stomach facing the television. "Looking at that scene is making me horny," he said. He rose from the bed, stripped off all his clothes, lay down net to her again and resumed stroking her body. Claire could feel the hot shape of his stiff prick pressing against the outside of her upper thigh. "Tony, I'm really sore and tired. Can't this wait at least until morning after I get some sleep?" she entreated. "No, it can't," he replied. "Watching you get stuffed by all that dark meat has made me hot as hell, and I need to slip my dick into you right now. Just stay on your stomach facing the screen so we can both can watch it while I fuck you. I know you're tired, but you can just lie there and relax while I get off." Tony greased up his pole and took up a kneeling position over Claire's buttocks. Then he spread her legs apart, and after rubbing the head of his dick up and down in her crack a few times, implanted it firmly inside her well-used cunt. "Your twat hole is sure stretched," he commented, "but I'm sure it'll recover it's shape in a week or so. Besides, it still feels good. Just constrict your vaginal muscles a bit so I can feel a little more friction on my cock. Mmm, that's better." He started to hump her pussy. "Damn! Look at all that hot dark meat you've got stuffed in you. Mmm... They really look like they're having a good time, and you do too. Those two guys you're jerking off look like they're really into your tits. They're really mauling them, kneading them like they were loaves of bread and pulling on the nipples. I didn't think your nipples could stretch that far out. "You look like you're enjoying it though. And just look at the way those other 3 guys are slamming their meat into your mouth, pussy and asshole. It looks like they're all getting ready to dump their loads, and so am I." Tony continued to bang away at Claire's cunt from behind. She was simply too sore and fatigued either to actively participate or to really enjoy the act, so she just lay there passively and let him do her. He must have been as aroused as he had claimed, because in less than two minutes, he sprayed his seminal juices deep into her womb. After he was finished, he let her take a shower while he threw on some clothes, packed everything up and brought it to the car. He stored the decanter of come in a small cooler that he had in the trunk. When Claire was finished cleaning herself up, she emerged from the bathroom. "You've earned yourself a good night's sleep," he told her, "so get in bed now and rest. I'll sleep on the couch so I don't bother you during the night. "You really did a good job tonight. You cooperated and gave me what I wanted. I have to say I'm very pleased and proud of you. After I take you home, I'm going to give you a break for a couple of weeks before we get together again so your holes can recuperate." Claire got into bed and Tony kissed her goodnight. Due to her exhausted state, she didn't wake up until mid-afternoon the next day, at which time he took her home. About two weeks later, Tony called Claire at her home. "Hi, Claire. How are you feeling?" "Not bad, I guess. Well, actually I'm still feeling a little bit sore. I can't talk much right now, Bill is here." "That's O.K., I'll do all the talking. I've decided to give you another week to finish getting well, but on Friday night, three weeks from now, I want you to come over to my place. Wear a skirt and blouse, makeup, black thigh top stockings and high heels. Throw a trench coat on top, but don't put on anything else. Be here by eight." "Alright," Claire responded. "I'll be there. Can you tell me what we'll be doing?" "All I can say is, we won't be going out. It'll just be the two of us. I'll see you then. Bye." Claire felt warm and happy inside. She was delighted that she was finally going to spend some time alone with Tony without any other people getting involved. She couldn't wait. The three intervening weeks went by slowly for Claire, but at last, the appointed Friday arrived and found her standing on Tony's porch, ringing his doorbell exactly at eight o'clock per the instructions he had given her. Tony opened the door and greeted her with a long, warm kiss. "I missed you," she said. her voice filled with emotion. "I missed you too," Tony replied, "but we should get started right away. We have a lot to get accomplished tonight. Follow me." Claire was a little confused as to what he meant, but she was getting used to that, so she simply followed along behind him as he led her through the house and down into the basement. When they were down at the foot on the basement stairs, he turned to her and spoke again. "Remember the bachelor party about a month and a half ago, when you failed to meet the requirement that you had to get everybody there to come at least once?" "Yes," Claire responded apprehensively. "And do you remember I promised you would be punished at some time in the future for that offense? Well, the future begins now. Tonight you will receive your punishment. Are you ready?" "Do we really have to do this, Tony?" Claire asked. "I've tried so hard to be good since then." "Yes, you have," Tony responded, a note of compassion in his voice, "but that still doesn't make up for the fact that you disappointed me back then. Are you going to willingly submit to your punishment?" Claire hesitated momentarily. She had submitted to two of Tony's punishment sessions before, and in retrospect, they really hadn't been that bad. "Yes, I will," she responded. "That's a good girl." Tony said. "Now take off your trench coat and attach these leather wrist and ankle cuffs to yourself." He handed her the sinister looking devices, and waited as she complied. This was something new to her, and Tony had to show her how to put them on. When she was done, he handed her a strip of cloth. "Good. Now put on this blindfold, and I'll lead you to where we're going to administer the punishment." Tony grasped Claire's arm and led her to the rear of the basement, where he attached ropes to each of the four cuffs. He ran the ropes attached to the wrist cuffs through pulleys affixed to the rafters, used them to pull her arms up over her head and secured the ropes. She was now suspended from her wrists with her feet barely touching the concrete floor. He ran the ankle cuff ropes through pulleys secured to the floor on either side of her. Then he used these ropes to pull her legs wide apart laterally and tied off those ropes as well. Beads of perspiration began to form on Claire's upper lip. This was a totally new routine from their previous sessions, and she was understandably nervous. She had no idea what to expect next. Although she wanted desperately to ask, she didn't want to take the chance of angering him, so she decided remained silent, at least for the time being. "Now we'll just get rid of all these clothes," Tony said. "They'll just get in the way anyhow." He proceeded to roughly tear off as much of her clothing as he could. Then he picked up a long, sharp knife and methodically cut the rest of it from her body. As he did, he worked slowly, taking special care to make sure that she felt the dull back edge of the blade's cold steel sliding along her skin. His technique was intended to increase her level of tension still further, and it apparently had the desired effect, making her extremely agitated. She started to shiver and perspire more freely, and a light sheen of sweat soon covered her entire body. He didn't say another word until she was completely naked except for her black stockings and high heels. "That's better. Now we can get to work. Remember the wide leather garrison belt I said I would keep here for you? Well here it is." At first, he simply caressed the front and back of her body with the belt, dragging it lightly over her skin. "We're going to start off with a dozen lashes on your back, ass and the back of your thighs. First, 3 on your back. 1... 2... 3... Then 3 on your ass. 1... 2... 3... Then 3 on the backs of your thighs. 1...2...3... And then 3 more on your ass again. 1... 2... 3... Tony delivered the lashes fairly forcefully, causing Claire to writhe about and cry out in pain. "We can't have you screaming like that through this whole thing," he said. "We don't want the neighbors calling the cops. After all, that was only the beginning. There's lots more to come. We'll just have to gag you. That should keep you quiet." He picked up another strip of cloth, and tied a large knot at its center. Then he placed the knot in her mouth and tied the cloth tightly at the back of her head. "There, that should do it. Can you breathe alright?" Totally unable to speak now, Claire nodded affirmatively. "Good," Tony commented. "Then we can proceed with the next phase. Do you know what I have here? Of course you don't. It's a pair of nipple clamps. I'll just attach them to each of your nipples, like this... I'm glad it's cool down here. It's making your nipples stand up good and hard. That makes it easier to attach these clamps. Now I'll tighten them up good and snug." He tightened the nipple clamps down quite hard, causing Claire to moan pitifully through her gag and try to twist her body away from the source of her pain, but her well secured wrists prevented her from getting away from it. "There, that's that," he remarked, as if proud of his handiwork. "Now I'll just take this fishing line I've attached to the clamps and run it through these pulleys on the rafters." Tony accomplished what he had described, and then began to increase the strain on the pieces of fishing line. "Now I'll put some tension on the lines to pull your tits upward and away from your body as far as I can without pulling your nipples off, and tie off the line." Claire's breasts were now stretched up and out with quite a bit of tension, causing her raise up on her toes and arch her back to try and relieve at least some of it. When she did this, however, Tony simply snugged up the lines again to reapply the tension, forcing her to hold this position so as not to cause herself even further discomfort. Then he reached into his pocket, and took out several spring-type clothespins. "O.K. Now I'll just take these clothespins and attach them to your pussy lips... like this... three on each side. Claire winced and whimpered. Again she tried to somehow get away from the pain, but it was still to no avail. "How does that feel? I'll take that whining to mean that it hurts. Well, it's supposed to hurt. That's what punishment is all about. That, and learning to obey and to accept discipline from your master. "I have one more clothespin left. What do you think should I do with it? Hmm, I know. I'll attach it to your clitty. Wait a minute. All this pain has caused your clitoris to withdraw way back under its hood for protection, and I can't get a good enough grip on it to attach the clothespin. That just won't do. I guess I'll just have to massage it for a while to get it to stand up again." Tony began to rub her pussy mound and clit until the sensitive organ began to become erect and emerge from under its protective hood. "Good," he said. "Here it comes. Just a little more should do it. There, it's good and hard and standing up nicely. I always liked this big clitty of yours." He went down on one knee in front of her, took her clit between his lips, and sucked on it for a couple of minutes like it was a little cock. When it appeared to be fully engorged, he pulled his head away and stood up again. "Now I can get a good grip on that little mini-prick and attach this clothespin... like this... Boy! That sure made you jump! "Let's see, what's next? Ah, yes, your asshole is still empty. Well, let's take care of that right now. I'll just lube up this butt plug, and stick it in your puckered little hole back here." The butt plug Tony held was enormous by any reasonable standards, and he had difficulty inserting it. "It seems like we're having a bit of a problem getting this thing to go all the way in. I know it's big. It's quite a bit bigger than any butt plug we've ever put up your ass before, but you have to try to relax your ass muscles because one way or another, we're going to get it in you. Now relax those rectal muscles and open yourself up." Despite his additional efforts, Tony only succeed in getting the extra large butt plug in her ass about half way, and as he increased the pressure to try and get more of it in her, she tried to squirm away from it. "It looks like I'm going to have to convince you to cooperate with me on this thing. Well I can handle that," he said decisively. Tony proceeded to attach 1 ounce lead fishing weights to both of the nipple clamps and to each of the clothespins attached to Claire's pussy lips and clit, stretching them downward, causing her to writhe in painful reaction to the increased pressure on those sensitive organs. "There, now let's give this butt plug another shove and see if you'll let it in further now." He reached behind her and pushed on the butt plug. It went in only a little further than before. Tony was still not satisfied. "Well, I guess you need a little more incentive. Those nipple clamps seem like they could use a little tightening." He tightened up the nipple clamps more, causing her to moan and writhes from the pain. "And the lines attached to your nipples could be a bit tighter too." He proceeded to snug up the fishing lines, stretching her nipples out even further from her heavy breasts. "Now let's see whether we can get this butt plug to go in more." Tony gave the butt plug another push, but again succeeded in getting it to enter her asshole only little more. "Not willing to cooperate yet? Maybe a little more weight on those clothespins will help." He attached another ounce of weight to each clothespin, and then tried pushing the butt plug in again. This time it went in about 3/4 of the way. "Well, we're making progress," Tony said, "but it seems like you're still resisting me. I guess I'll just have to pull out all the stops and give you the whipping you deserve. If you thought the first dozen I gave you hurt, wait until you feel these." Tony took the belt and begin lashing her body with it very hard. Starting on her back, at the top of her shoulders, he worked his way down her body, lashing as he went, down her back, over her ass and the back of her legs to her ankles. Moving to the front, he started at her ankles and worked his way up her legs, hit her pubic mound a few times as he passed it, over her belly, onto her sensitive breasts. As Claire jumped and tried to twist away from the blows, the tethered nipple clamps tugged hard at her nipples and the weights hanging from her pussy bounced around, tugging hard on her pubic area and causing her additional pain and suffering. Tony administered about 40 lashes in all, finishing with several carefully aimed blows directly between her splayed legs. When he was finished, her body was covered with wide, raised, red welts and she was sobbing uncontrollably. "Now, are you going to cooperate?," he asked. Claire shook her head up and down very quickly. "Let's see," he said, and gave the butt plug a good shove. It stretched her asshole extremely wide and popped in all the way. "That's better. You could have saved yourself a lot of pain and suffering if you would have cooperated with me sooner. I guess that's another lesson for you. One way or another, I always get my way. We can do it the easy way, or we can do it the hard way. It's up to you. "Well, the hardest part of your punishment is over. I'm just going to go upstairs for a while and leave you hanging here to contemplate your servitude and the lessons you've learned here tonight." Tony left Claire suspended from the rafters and went upstairs. She could hear his footsteps as they faded into the distance. He was gone for about an hour before she heard them start to return once again. The footsteps appeared to stop right in front of her. Then she heard his voice. "Hello, Claire. Have you thought about the lessons you learned tonight?" Still gagged, she emphatically nodded her head "yes." "Good. Are you thirsty? Do you want something to drink?" Again Claire nodded "yes." "O.K. I made you a nice milk shake. I'll give it to you, but you must agree to drink it all, every drop. Do you agree?" She nodded "yes" yet a third time. "Good, but first let's make you a little more comfortable." Tony removed the nipple clamps, clothespins, butt plug, blindfold and gag in that order, but he left her suspended from the rafters by the ropes on her wrist cuffs, and attached to the floor by her those tied to her ankle cuffs. Claire sighed with relief and thanked him profusely. "You're very welcome," he replied. "Now here's your milk shake." With that, he held out a frothy, creamy looking, pale pink drink in a large shaker glass towards her. It appeared to be almost a quart, and had a long straw in it. "How foolish of me," he said. "Your hands are still tied. I guess I'll have to help you." With that, Tony put the end of the straw in her mouth. Claire started sucking hard on it immediately, gulping down the creamy mixture. She was indeed more thirsty than she had realized. He smiled as he watched her drink it. "Do you like the taste?" he asked. Claire nodded affirmatively and kept on drinking. "I made it especially for you. It's my own recipe. Would you like to know what's in it?" Apparently sensing something was up, Claire stopped drinking, looked directly into his eyes, and nodded "yes" again, the straw lying momentarily idle in her mouth. "Well, it has a couple of scoops of ice cream, two teaspoons of vanilla extract, some grenadine, and... ALL THAT CREAMY COME FROM THOSE 100 GUYS WHO DID YOU DOWN AT FORT MONMOUTH!!!" His startling message took a two or three full seconds to sink in. When it did, Claire reacted as if she had been struck. She spit out the straw and tried frantically to pull away from the glass. Obviously, her ability to do this was severely impeded by her bonds. "What's the matter?" he asked facetiously, with a maniacal smile on his face. "Don't you like my recipe anymore? I thought you said you were enjoying it. The freezing should have killed any germs that may have been in it. Besides, I told you right at the beginning that it was a 'milk' shake. I guess I failed to mention it was made with 'man-milk.' That was just a slight oversight on my part. You did agree, however, to drink it all, so come on, let me see you finish it. We can't let all this protein go to waste with all the starving people there are in the world." Tony tried to put the straw back into Claire's mouth, but she twists her head away violently. "Do I have to get the belt again?" he asked in that strange, super calm voice he tended to use when he was extremely serious about something. "I really don't want to beat you any more tonight, but if you force me to, I will. You can either drink it now, or drink it after another beating, or after several more beatings, if that's what it takes. It's your choice." Claire looked long and deeply into Tony's eyes. She knew him well enough to sense that his threat was deadly grave. Therefore, she reluctantly took the straw back into her mouth and started sucking on it again. Her drinking was now at a much slower pace than before, and she gagged repeatedly when she tried to swallow. "Come on, woman," he said, still using that voice, "finish it all. Don't spit any of it out, and if you're even remotely thinking about throwing up, you'd better reconsider. If you puke, I'll scoop up your vomit and feed it to you with a spoon. Drink it all down and keep it down." Her efforts accompanied by much suppressed retching, Claire forced herself to finish the creamy come milk shake, gagging all the way but slurping up and swallowing every last drop of the now detestable liquid. When she had finished, Tony spoke. "Good girl. Your punishment is completely over. Now I'll give you a reward for taking it so well." With that, he moved behind her. He took his handkerchief and fastidiously wiped all the lubricant from the outside of her asshole with his handkerchief. Wrapping it around his forefinger, he next wiped the inside of her butt hole free from it as well. Then, without giving her a word of warning, Tony took his long, stiff cock out of his pants and shoved its entire length up her ass in a single stroke so powerful that it literally lifted her feet several inches off the floor. Claire let out a shriek and jumped from the sudden, painful invasion of her dry puckered orifice. She tried to squirm away from him, but he grabbed her firmly by the hips and held her body tight against him, keeping his throbbing prick buried deep in her ass. Then he started stroking it in and out in elongated, forceful strokes, slamming into her asshole again and again, over and over, as she continued to wail. Tony held back his climax as long as he could, until at last, he came powerfully. The moment his prick stopped spurting come, he yanked the still hard organ out of her ass. "There," he said, panting hard, "wasn't that nice? Aren't you going to thank me for giving you that reward? I think you should. It's only good manners." Through the sobs that racked her body, Claire submissively thanked Tony for dry fucking her up the ass. Then he let her down and untied her bonds. Tossing her coat to her, he coldly ordered her to leave, turned his back on her and walked away. She covered her bruised, naked body with the trench coat, and walked out the door, still crying pitifully. As she drove home, many thoughts ran through her mind. At first all she felt was pain, both physical and psychological. In a short while, these sensations were joined by a sense of outrage directed at Tony for what he had done to her. By the time she arrived at her door, however, the thought had started to creep into her mind that if she hadn't disappointed Tony in the first place, he wouldn't have had to punish her. She felt certain that there was something wrong with this line of thinking, but she couldn't quite determine what it was. All she was certain of, was that she was hurt and confused. When Claire entered her condo, her husband, Bill, was preoccupied watching a game on television. She greeted him with a kiss on the cheek and went directly to the bathroom. There she showered, changed into a long nightgown to cover her many bruises, and then went straight to bed. Meanwhile, Tony was sitting in his own living room. He too had the television turned on, but was not really watching it. He felt ill at ease. Something was bothering him, but he wasn't sure what it was. After the evening's events, he thought he should feel content and powerful, but he did not. Although he had enjoyed himself immensely while they were going on, that feeling was now gone. He too was confused, and depressed as well. He decided that a good, stiff drink would straighten him out, so he had one, and then another. They didn't help. Tony turned off the T.V. and went to sit out on the deck at the rear of his home. Sometimes just sitting there, looking up at the stars helped to clarify his thoughts when he was wrestling with a problem he couldn't solve. As he sat there sipping another drink, he reviewed what had occurred that evening in his mind, searching for a clue as to what was bothering him. He went over the events in detail, one at a time, looking for something he had overlooked, but to no avail. Finally, he just decided to sit there and clear his head. Maybe it would come to him if he did that. Several hours passed with Tony just sitting there. He was tired, but had no desire to sleep. Then, as the first, feeble streaks of sunlight began to chase away the stars, it hit him. It wasn't a detail that was bothering him. It was the whole damn thing! He was faced with the reality that this thing he had about dominating Claire had taken on a life of his own. When he had started it, he had simply been searching for a way to ensure that their sexual relationship and their emotional involvement would continue. Now it had become the be all and end all of their entire relationship. He really loved Claire in every sense of the word, and now he was deriving pleasure from hurting her, both physically and emotionally. He knew he had to stop it, but how? It was as if he had become addicted to the practices that had crept into their relationship, those very practices that had replaced the love in that relationship with an uncontrollable urge to dominate and humiliate her in every way. There must be a way to stop it, he thought. There must be. But how? All of a sudden the solution was clear to him. Of course, why hadn't he thought of it before? Now that he had the answer, he felt calm. He went into the house and gathered up the originals and all the copies of the pornographic video tapes he had made of Claire: the one at the motel with Dawn, the one at the bachelor party, and the one showing her with all those soldiers at the motel near Fort Monmouth. Then he destroyed each and every one of them, smashing their cases and cutting the tapes up into unusable bits. He disposed of the remnants of the video tapes in his neighbors' trash can, thereby reducing the possibility that they would be found. Then Tony went back inside and found some writing paper. "My Dearest Claire," he wrote. "Please forgive me for what I have done, and what I am about to do. I have allowed our mutual devotion to become subjugated to my desire to dominate you. By that action, I have killed the feelings of love which existed between us and replaced them with nothing but hurt and pain. It must stop, and it must stop now. "By the time you read this, it will all be irrevocably ended. In time, your wounds will heal, and all will be as if our twisted relationship never happened. I give you your freedom, the freedom to laugh, to be happy and to love. The freedom to be yourself once again. If you can find it in your heart, please forgive me, and think kindly of me from time to time. "You don't have to worry about the videos I made falling into someone's hands. They no longer exist. "They say that a person's last thoughts on this earth live on long after his death. I hope that is the case, because my last thoughts will be of my love for you." He ended the letter, "With All My Love, Tony." Then he sealed it in an envelope, drove over to Claire's condominium, and dropped it in her mailbox. He felt good. When he returned home, he went up to the attic and retrieved a small carton which he had brought home with him after his military service. He hadn't looked inside the box in years. From it, he withdrew a large caliber, miliary issue automatic pistol along with some ammunition. As he loaded the pistol, the idea struck him that the ammunition might not work after all those years in storage. That would certainly be anticlimactic, he thought, chuckling to himself as he worked. Then he placed the barrel of the pistol at his temple, closed his eyes, and pulled the trigger. He didn't open his eyes again. A couple of hours later, as Claire left her condo to go to work, she noticed a letter sticking out of her mailbox. "That's strange," she thought. The mailman usually didn't arrive until after 10:00 a.m. She removed the envelope, and thought it was stranger still when she noticed it didn't have a stamp. There was something else strange about it, but she wasn't sure what it was. Her curiosity was mildly aroused, but since she was running late, she simply stuffed it into her purse and continued on to her car. When she arrived at work, she sat at her desk having her first cup of coffee and planning her day, as was her custom. All of a sudden, she realized what the third strange factor about the envelope was: It had been addressed in Tony's handwriting! She quickly pulled it from her purse and opened it. As soon as she finished reading it, she picked up the phone and dialed Tony's number. There was no answer. Claire hung up the phone and ran out of her office in a panic, not even bothering to tell her secretary where she was going. She got in her car and drove at breakneck speed to Tony's house, even though her vision was partially obstructed by the tears falling from her eyes. As she turned down Tony's block, she couldn't help but notice the two police cars and the ambulance double parked in front. "An ambulance!" she thought. Maybe it wasn't too late! Claire pulled her car over to the curb across the street and began to get out. Just as she did, she saw the white coated EMS technicians emerge pushing a stretcher. At first, she was puzzled as to why they were moving so slowly. "Shouldn't they be hurrying more?" she wondered. As they made the turn to put the stretcher into the ambulance, however, the reason for their lack of hustle became evident. The stretcher carried a packed, zipped up body bag. Claire fell back down onto the seat of her car and began to sob uncontrollably. She was too late! It was all over! She remained sitting in the car and crying for a very long time, after which she forced herself to drive home, and then cried some more. Claire was still crying when her husband came home. When Bill asked her what was wrong, she told him of Tony's death at his own hand, leaving out any incriminating details of their affair, of course. Bill knew that they had been close, but just how close he had no idea. He held her in his arms and attempted to console her, but his efforts were of no avail. Claire just kept crying. As a matter of fact, she cried most of the time until well after Tony's funeral. She felt lost and without purpose. She couldn't even find the motivation to go to work, so she took a few days vacation. She stopped shaving her pussy. There was no longer any sense in it now that Tony was gone. Bill was a bit disappointed when he noticed she was letting her pubic hair grow back in after keeping it clean shaven for so long. He had grown to like her bald pussy, but he said nothing about it to Claire. She noticed his disappointment about it the first time he went down on her after she started to let it grow, but she just didn't care, and let it keep growing in. She even started to wear underwear again after she had generously re-stocked her supply on an all day shopping spree. About a week or so after Tony was placed in the ground, Bill informed her that he had to go out of town on business for a couple of weeks. At first, she didn't want him to go. She didn't think she could take being alone just yet. As she thought about it, however, she mellowed to the idea, thinking that she could use this time to pull herself together and prepare herself to get on with the rest of her life, a life without Tony. During those two weeks, Claire spent a lot of time thinking about how her life had been when Tony was alive, and how it would be now that he was gone. She also sought out and read quite a bit about domination, in both popular works and psychological texts, trying to gain an understanding of Tony's motivations in their relationship and how she had allowed herself to be drawn so deeply into it as easily as she had. She became truly conscious of the fact she was now genuinely free, free to live her life as she pleased with her loving husband. She was again in full control of her own existence. When she allowed herself to realize this, it was as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Her depression dissipated and a confident calm settled over her. She finally knew the course she had to take to put her life on back on track and be truly happy. Bill got to the airport shortly before 1:00 p.m. after his return flight and immediately caught a cab to rush back to the condo and see Claire. He had missed her terribly while he was away, and hoped she was finally recovering from her depression over Tony's death. He couldn't wait to see his loving little wife and hold her tenderly in his arms. It was a Saturday afternoon, and traffic was light, so the trip didn't take very long at all. He arrived at their building at about 2:00 p.m., and walked briskly up the stairs. When he opened the door to his apartment, he came upon a scene that jolted him so forcefully it literally knocked him back against the door with his mouth hanging open. There was Claire, sitting on the floor in the center of the living room, facing the doorway where he stood. She sat in the lotus position, with her back straight, each foot crossed over the top of the opposite thigh, and her arms hanging limply at her sides, palms upward. Her head was bowed deeply, causing her chin to rest on her upper chest. Claire was completely naked, and in her open-legged posture it was obvious that her cunt was once again shaved bald. It took him a moment longer to realize that it also had the broad end of an apparently very large dildo sticking out of it. In the dead silence of the room he could clearly hear it buzzing. Neatly arranged on the floor around her was a vast array of sex related toys: dildos and butt plugs of many sizes, shapes and colors, wrist and ankle straps, handcuffs, ball gags, nipple clamps, whips, and curiously enough, a wide leather garrison belt. Beyond her, against the far wall, was a large pile of what appeared to be the shredded remnants of many pieces of lingerie. Bill had not uttered a sound since he entered the apartment. He had been actually been stunned speechless. A hundred questions raced through his mind, but he could not find his tongue to give them voice. They all became irrelevant when, a few seconds later, Claire spoke. "Welcome home, my husband and master. I vow to be your obedient slave in all things, and to devote my life to your pleasure. How may I serve you?" Several days later, two psychics in the area independently reported that, beginning at about 2:05 p.m. the previous Saturday, they had heard what could only be described as a long, loud and mournful wail of despair emanating from the direction of the local cemetery. One month later, they both quietly moved to another county. Apparently, they couldn't stand the screaming. THE END (?) (NOTICE: As the author of this work, I hereby retain all rights to it except those directly related to personal use by BBS subscribers and its upload it to other BBSs. Restricted activities include modification, deletion of this notice, and any commercial use, except as stated above. I really enjoy writing these things, and doing the related field research. I sincerely hope you enjoy reading them, as well as any ancillary activities you may choose to engage in, but please be fair and don't rip off my work. Thanks! "Joe Anthony") --