The Abusive Irritation Finally Ends.
So, let me introduce myself, I am Gabriella. I am the epitome of a well to do modern lady. My wardrobe is full of designer clothing, I have access to every exclusive spa and gym. I drive a hot little sports car which is replaced like clockwork every year. So why am I writing this, well I wanted to share a little story about how everything is not always as it seems. The grass is not always greener.
Let’s not let the suspense build up too much, my husband, although being a very good provider is an abusive arsehole. He treats everyone and everything like his property. He gets what he wants when and how he wants it. Anyone that stands up to him is dismissed, or "disciplined". Why have I not just left and never come back you ask? I am tracked, GPS trackers on the cars, my phones, my e-mails are monitored, my internet "regulated". Even when I go for a run, I am followed. I did try and run away once. I thought I’d covered every base, I rented a storage unit with cash under a false name, I bought a burner phone for cash out of town, hell I even went to the charity shop and bought an outfit to change into at the storage unit. I wore the bare minimum that day, running leggings a thin light top and my trainers. I ran via a non-direct route to the storage unit, stripped off, changed, and walked out thinking, that’s it, I am a free woman. He was in the car park, my trainers had GPS tracking hidden in them. He forced me back into the storage unit, beat me up and locked me in there. I spent three days there so I could "think about" what I’d done.
Since then I kind of gave up. Lately I’ve been drinking a lot, to blur the memories and dull the violence. Up until last week I have spent months half cut, drifting from one day to the next. To say just waiting for death is not exaggerating the truth. I used to pray so hard that something would happen to him. Eventually I just took solace from knowing that as long as I was here, he was at least not hurting anyone else.
This had gone on for months, the same cycle, get up, wash, makeup usually to cover bruises and then start on the wine, some days I’d just go directly to vodka or whisky, those were normally after a bad night. Don’t get me wrong, there were no "good" nights, but there were definitely "bad" nights, or should that be worse nights. Normally when he’d lost a deal, or someone had fleeced him and stolen a client. I would always bear the brunt of the temper.
This particular day he was going away for the night. This was a rare treat for me. Even though I knew he would know my every move, at least I could not have to worry for one night. He eventually left at 11am. He then phoned at 2pm to say he was there, and that Suzy was going to come over as she needed to work from the home office. This was quite normal Suzy oftentimes worked from here, but this was the first time on her own. He told me she would be working late so "make sure you get her some dinner ready, after all you don’t have anything else to do". I said that I would and then put the phone down. Cursing once I knew the line was closed.
She rocked up shortly after at about 3pm. Our door is always open, so she let herself in and all I heard was her scurrying up the stairs to the office. I made her some tea and took it up. She smiled at me as I put it down. She was an attractive girl in her 20’s. She was pretty but had a large scar on her cheek. It had been there as long as I’d known her, and she never said anything about it and I’d never asked. I left her with the tea and biscuits and then went downstairs to get a small glass of wine. Not that I needed it today, today I just wanted it.
Setting about making the dinner I decided on a Thai green curry, rice which I made from scratch and then got out a gooey chocolate cake for pudding. I selected a nice bottle, or two of wine, and laid the table. Dinner was ready around 7pm, I shouted up to her to come and get it. After a few minutes she came down, looked at the table and smiled, "Wow, you have gone to so much effort, I normally just eat from a packet, or grab something at my desk. This is lovely." Over dinner we talked at length about "Jonathan" my husband. He is tricky to deal with sometimes at the office, what’s he like at home, she asked, and that was all the invitation I needed.
I’d never unloaded like that at anyone, it all just came pouring out, how abusive he was how when he wanted sex, we had sex, how if I did not want sex, he would just beat me up and rape me. I even told her about his little "dungeon" as he called it. We had a basement, which he’d converted into his personal fantasy land. Full of just about every torture instrument you could imagine. She was visibly disturbed and came over to me, she hugged me, and before I knew anything else, we were kissing passionately. I never been kissed like that, and never had any thoughts about other people, let alone girls. To be honest I’d not thought about love or passion and sex was something that happened to me, and just involved me turning off my brain for ten minutes, well ten minutes on his "long" days, some days it was less than two.
To give me time to gather my thoughts, I said, here let me show you his inner sanctum, inside his perverted little mind. We walked through the house, and down the stairs to the door or rather bookcase that slid to reveal the plush staircase down to the basement. She looked at the staircase and seem to shudder. We walked down into the dark room, I flicked on the lights and the dark red room light up slightly, enough to see the various bits of equipment there, this is a vast space, just over 1000 sq. ft. There is a genuine French guillotine, a torture rack, chairs, cages, a whole wall devoted to Shackles, collars, whips, handcuffs, and then about 6 wardrobes full of clothing, leather latex, PVC, we are talking the whole nine yards and then some.
Suzy walked over to a table and fingered the leather cuffs on top of it. Want to try it? I asked trying to lighten the mood. She took my hand and led me over to the large leather sofa, you need to sit down she said. I did, and she started.
"I have been in this room before. It was about 4 years ago when I first started working for Jonathan. He brought me back here to work and have dinner. You were away at the spa week. He must have put something in my drink because I only have disjointed memories of that night. I remember being dragged down the stairs, I was unable to do anything. I then remember being on a table, but unable to move. He had a knife and he was cutting off my clothes, when I screamed. He went to punch me, but the knife was still in his hand, that’s where this scar on my face came from. I must have passed out, I have a dim memory of someone being on me, no in me, no both, and then being thrown into a taxi. I thought it was a dream, but the scar was there. I had no idea what to do. I went to work as if nothing had happened and nothing was ever mentioned again about it. I do my job, I get paid, ridiculously well, and I never say anything, until now."
I was stunned, upset and just a bit numb. I’d put up with this so he would not hurt anyone else. But he had. We cried, but more importantly we understood each other. We spoke until the sun came up. He was due back soon. Suzy looked at me, "What are we going to do, carry on as normal?" "No, this shit must end." I said, and with that his fate was sealed. I told her she had a choice, either walk away, and I would take care of her financially for the rest of her life or come back at 7pm sharp and we would end his shit once and for all.
He came back, got changed and went to work. He said as he left, "I’ve had a shit meeting last night, so make sure you look good and make sure dinner is on the table when I get home at 6pm." I did exactly as he asked. At 5pm I got showered, did my hair and makeup, and then went to the basement and found the shortest sluttiest leather mini dress I could, teaming it with thigh length stiletto boots. This was going to be a night for him to remember. I made his favourite roasted chicken dinner with all the trimmings. He was still eating when I heard a knock at the door, bang on 7pm. "Go and see who that is would you, I don’t want to see anyone, so tell them to fuck off".
Of course, it was Suzi, I talked quietly, and took her the far way to the basement so as he could not see her. "Change into whatever you like I will bait him down here in about 30 minutes", I told her. I went back to the kitchen and cleared away the plates and poured him a brandy. I showed it to him and told him to follow me. He did, and we headed to the basement, "Finally you understand!" he said, grinning like a cat with cream, "Oh yes my love, I finally do". I threw open the door, and there was Suzy, covered in a black leather catsuit, her hair slicked back in to a neat ponytail. She had thigh length red leather stiletto boots on and carried a whip in her left hand. She stared at both of us for a minute, he was just about to say something "Sit" she commanded and pointed to a chair to her left. He did as she commanded which was strange but then we had thrown him off balance.
Suzi said, "We have been speaking and decided that as Gabriella’s husband and my boss who pays me so well, we should both reward you with a little show we have worked out." He went to say something, but she simply put her finger to her lips and cracked the whip. The message was very clear. She starred at him and then ordered, "Gabi, cuff him, behind his back". I did, and strangely he did not complain. I stood next to him, he looked smaller. Next, I saw her flick the whip, it coiled around my throat and she pulled me over to her. With a deft flick of her wrist it uncoiled, and she kissed me, as we had done before. What seemed like minutes pass, Jonathan coughs to let us know he wants attention.
Suzi releases her arms from around my waist and pulls out a small knife from her belt. She cuts open his shirt and undoes his belt and removes his trousers. He is now naked cuffed to the chair with a throbbing hard on. She reaches out and gently touches the end of it with her leather gloved hand. He shoots his load right in her face. She wipes it off and shoves her spunk covered gloved hand in his face, "Lick it off you premature little wanker!" He resists she brings her other hand up with the knife in it and slices his cheek from his mouth back nearly to his ear. "I’m not fucking around, dickhead" she rubs his cum it to the wound, and he screams in agony.
She leaves him screaming in pain and starts to kiss me again, while she is kissing me, she manovers me over to the guillotine, once I am backed up to it not realising where I am, she shoves me and I fall backwards. My head neatly landing in the yoke she quickly fastens the top section and I feel shackles being locked to my wrists and feet. She chains me in place. I am staring up at the blade. "Right Jonathan, you are now my little bitch and you are going to do exactly as I say, or the gorgeous little Gabby may meet an unfortunate end".
He instantly says in a rather shaky cheek split voice, "Fuck you, you think I care about that slut, she is only good for dumping the occasional cum load into now and then and she is not great at that, just like you, all women are just users out to get what they can, go on kill her you deranged psychopath."
"Oh Jonathan, you should really watch your mouth around ladies" she said as she cuts open the other cheek. "If you can’t control your tongue then maybe I should" She cracks open his jaw and with a neat movement simultaneously grabs and cuts out his tongue. She puts it into a bucket at the side of the chair. I am really panicking now, she really is deranged, we are both going to die. He passes out from the pain. She runs over, "Are you ok hun?" she says in a strangely normal voice. "Yes, ok" she undoes the shackles and removes the yoke. "Come on, he’s heavy you will have to help". I do as she asks and we get him bent over the table and using the leather cuffs we stretch him out hands on the top, bent over with his feet cuffed to the legs. "Right, don’t worry, but I need you back on the guillotine, I will never let anything bad happen to you, remember that" she said. She soon had me back as before, staring up at the blade, chained and shackled down.
He starts to come around and takes stock of his position, he tries to shout but he now just sounds like a wounded pig, nothing intelligible is coming out. She ignores this and then strides over to her backpack. She is there for a good five minutes until she turns around. She has a huge black leather studded strap on protruding from her front, this thing is at least 10 inches long and about 3 inches wide. It is tapered towards the end. She walks over to him stroking it with her hand, "Normally I would use some lube, but as you told me, dry don’t matter!"
He is now really panicking, and struggling but the cuffs are strong and locked and I know there is no way out, I have spent hours strapped to that table pulling at them. He screams as it touches his clenched arse hole. "You have been an irritating arse hole to lots of women, now you will find out what an irritated arse hole feels like!" she said as she starts to ram it in. She is so forceful the table is moving each time she pounds it on a forward stoke. He is really screaming now, a minute later, silence. She appears above me, or more precisely the shit and blood covered strap on appears above me followed by her. "He has passed out again, what a light weight."
She undoes me again and we move him on to the table, spread-eagle style. She kisses me and I once again go back under the blade of the guillotine. He starts to murmur. "Right, I am bored of you now, you have a choice, you can either take a little more punishment, or you can take a trade, you go free and your wife dies." He does not even think about it, he tries to shout, "kill her, kill her, kill her". She walks over to me, she looks down at me and says loudly, "Sorry hun, a deal is a deal" she hits the release and the blade thunders down. I scream as loudly as I can, but when I open my eyes the blade has stopped just short of me, the safeties were latched. She drops something into the bucket with a thud and whispers to me to be quiet. I do as I am told. She walks back to him. "Let me go" he is trying to say. "You’re not even sad are you" she says. His words are strangely clear, "No, sad over that useless bitch". She walks back and releases me. I stand up, and he looks at me wild eyed and helpless. She hands me a riding crop; the red mist comes down and I go to town on him. The next thing I know, she is pulling me off him. "No point darling, he is out cold again" We cuddle, she whispers, "I am so sorry, but I wanted you to be angry and to know just how little you mean to him and just how much you mean to me".
We manhandle his bloody beaten body over to the guillotine and lock him in. She hoists the blade back up and unlocks the safety catches. He comes around and takes stock of his position. She positions me stood over his head facing her, she kisses me and with her leather gloved hand she massages my clit, getting faster and harder until I cum so hard squirting my juices all over his face, she moves me out the way and says to him, "See one of my fingers is better than your entire cock, you're so pathetic. Now she gets a real choice. You or me, I will let her, and you go, and I will disappear forever if she chooses you, if she chooses me, well that won’t matter for you much anyway" She looks at me.
Feeling suddenly calm, I raise my hand and calmly look at him, "How many women have you hurt? How many times have you raped me?" He is looking worried and pulling as hard as he can on the chains, "How could I make any other choice my dear husband, till death us do part and all that" he relaxes thinking I am reverting to type. I say no more but hit the blade release. The blade thunders down and his head lands in the bucket, he has an expression of disbelief on his face. I know he will be "alive" for at least 30 seconds, so I look down, "I choose Suzy, for now and forever, I hope you wake up in hell you bastard, and by the way, that with Suzy, that was the first orgasm I have had since I married you."