Part 7: Beaten
I awoke stiff and cold the following morning. I was tired and miserable. I had had a very bad night: after I had discovered that the bed was damp and somewhat smelly, I finally managed to fall asleep on the floor. Now I staggered outside into the bright sunshine. Making my way to the kitchen door I found it was locked. I no longer had my own key so I knocked tentatively and waited, hoping that Lucy wouldn’t mind me disturbing her. I then remembered that she had left early for a meeting, “shit” what was I to do now? I stood looking around me, wondering how I was going to get into the house when I saw movement through the window of the annex.
I approached Lynn’s door and hesitated. I tried to convince myself that I didn’t want to disturb her, but deep down I knew I was scared. I was a grown man in my own home and I was frightened of what my housekeeper would say and do if I asked her to let me in. I felt pathetic.
Steeling myself I knocked on the door, Lynn answered and just looked at me like I was something she had stepped in, tapping her toe impatiently she said, “Well?”
“I’m.. I'm sorry to disturb you Miss, but my wife has gone out and she must have forgotten to unlock the door and I was wondering if you could let me use your key please?” I asked with my eyes on the ground like a child.
Lynn rolled her eyes and sighed audibly then turned back into the room. She pushed the door shut, I thought she was going to ignore me and I wondered what I should do. I could hear talking through the door but not what was being said, then at least two people laughing. A few seconds later Lynn opened the door again and in her pyjamas she walked past me to the main house. As I turned to follow her and just before Lynn’s door shut I saw Amy inside in tiny shorts and tee with the biggest grin on her face.
Lynn opened the door for me. I walked into the kitchen of my house and I couldn’t believe the mess that greeted me: rubbish from the party was everywhere - spilt drinks, dropped food and discarded plates and glasses were scattered as if somebody had trashed the house.
Lynn must have seen my shocked expression, “You can clear this up later, you’ve got all day after all. First you can make tea and toast for two, we’ll take it on the patio.”
She turned and left without waiting for a reply. To my shame I never once even considered not doing what she told me.
Fifteen minutes later I walked outside to serve breakfast to the two girls as they sat in the morning sun. They stopped talking when I neared them, but I noticed they were both grinning. Lynn held a riding crop in her hand, idly swinging it from side to side. I placed the tray on the table and poured the tea and when I turned to go Amy spoke.
“John! I was just telling Lynn about what you wear under your pants. She doesn’t believe me!”
We looked at one another. She was leaning back in her chair, her head tilted to one side, a smirk on her face. I didn’t know what she was planning but I was sure it wasn’t in my best interest.
“Why don’t you show her?” she added.
I didn’t know what to do. I looked from one girl to the other. What I saw were two girlish faces grinning cruelly at me, and worse, they had authority over me from Lucy. I felt as if I should make a stand and refuse them, but it was as if all my fight had been torn out of me.
“Please Amy don’t do this?” I whined like a child, then yelped in pain. Lynn had casually flicked the crop across the back of my thigh, “that’s Miss Amy to you,” she told me harshly.
“I… I’m sorry Miss Amy,” I said contritely, rubbing at the pain in my leg.
“Well? Go on, show us, “ Amy demanded losing her patience.
“Please Miss, I ca...” I didn’t finish what I was going to say as Lynn shouted at me.
“Will you just do as you’re fucking told? Do you have to argue and moan all the fucking time?” she sounded genuinely angry now.
Trembling with fear, I loosened my pants and hesitating for just a second, pulled them down to my thighs to expose my captured penis.
Lynn leaned close to inspect me. I felt my face burning as she placed the crop beneath my flaccid member and bounced it up and down a few times.
“Its all shrunken. I think it must be embarrassed, don’t you John?” she remarked laughing.
I was too humiliated to answer. I knew my face was beet red and I just stared at the ground in shame.
“Go. You’ve got a lot of cleaning to do today,” Lynn suddenly said, then she turned away from me to drink her tea.
I had been dismissed out of hand. Miserably I pulled my pants up, but Lynn spun back and laid her crop firmly on top of my hands.
“No. Take them off. You don’t need trousers to do housework,” she commanded.
I looked at her in horror. Surely she wasn’t serious? But one look at her face told me she definitely was. I had to get away from these two before things got worse - as if they could. I let my pants drop and stepped out of them. Leaving my trousers and shorts in a pile on the patio I left before I could be humiliated further.
With head down to hide the tears forming in my eyes, I made my escape, naked from the waist down.
In the kitchen I leaned against the sink, I gripped the edge until my knuckles turned white. I could hear the two girls laughing. I screwed my eyes shut, “fuck you, I’m not you’re fucking servant,” I said to myself. I knew I should just go to my room to get some more clothes, but I didn’t have the courage.
* * *
It turned out to be a very hard day for me. After I had made myself a quick breakfast, I set about tidying the house. I had been working for no more than a half hour when Lynn and Amy entered. They watched me work, inspecting everything I did. It took only ten minutes for them to find fault. I was on my knees with a brush and pan sweeping under the kitchen table when Lynn prodded me with her foot. “Hey wimp, you’ve missed a bit,” she informed me, and emphasized her point with a sharp whack to my ass. I jumped and yelped only to receive another stinging stroke across the back of my leg.
“Don’t you dare fucking ignore me. Clear it up,” she snarled and hit me again, this time on the hip. I tried to dodge the blows, but I realised she would keep hitting me until I did as she said, so I forced myself to focus on cleaning the floor as fast as I could.
This set the pattern for the day. I wasn’t told that I could stop for a break, and I was now so cowed by Lynn’s crop that I was too frightened to suggest I have one. Even when I had to prepare and serve lunch to my two tormentors I returned straight back to my work.
They followed me everywhere, watching me work. They continually corrected me and kept telling me the best way to do certain things. They also managed to find fault in almost everything I did, and the crop found my ass and legs with more and more frequency. Soon I was covered in angry welts and I was flinching and cowering every time either of the girls came near me. In short, I felt broken. I was terrified that whatever I did would be wrong and bring more pain.
I finished the ground floor and made my way upstairs to clean the bedrooms and bathrooms.
Lucy’s room was a mess, worse than I had ever seen it. She had pulled clothes and things from every cupboard and drawer. The bed looked as if somebody had had a fight in it. I was ordered to gather all the displaced items of clothing and iron them before putting them away. That task alone took me most of the afternoon.
My room - where Barry had slept, was by contrast neat and tidy. If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought that this room hadn’t been used at all.
At around five o’clock in the afternoon I had at last finished. I collapsed, sitting on the floor in exhaustion, but I immediately stood up again, as sitting only hurt my punished backside. I felt filthy - I was filthy! I needed a shower and asked Lynn’s permission to go and clean myself. She consented. I realised with shame, that I had never needed to gain another’s permission for anything like that before. But I didn’t dare risk being punished for just assuming I could do something without asking first. I slunk away like a timid dog. I ached all over and my bottom and legs were marked with red and painful stripes. I was so miserable, I felt near to tears. As I showered I dreaded what torments the evening might hold for me. Worse was the fact that I knew I would accept whatever indignities they would think of.
Another small piece of myself appeared to have been taken from me…… I missed Lucy so much and longed for her to return, “Oh Lucy, please come home“.
* * *
Thirty miles away Lucy stood up from her sun bed on the lawn behind the large and impressive house of her Italian hosts. She stretched, knowing that the three men were staring at her perfect figure. They had each had sex with her at least twice since she had arrived at nine o’clock that morning. Now she felt so tired, “I really must slow down,” she thought, “maybe go a day or two without sex,“ Yes - she decided she would spend tomorrow resting, perhaps have a day dedicated to just tormenting John. She smiled to herself as she thought of her husband. She wondered what he was doing at that moment. In her mind she imagined John hard at work, maybe scrubbing floors or something similar. She knew she didn’t have to make life so hard for him, but that was the fun part. Would she enjoy life as much when he was a mindless slave? Would it be as much fun with him obeying her without the cunning and subterfuge? Did she really want a slave at all? She really missed John’s love making. She had had more sex in the past few months than she would have thought possible, but it was sex - not love. There was no tenderness in her life anymore. She was sure she could enslave him, no problem, but at what price?
She looked around for her bikini top. She knew she would have to make a move soon if she wanted to get home before dark.
She had been invited by Claude to visit him and meet his business partner Tony. They had asked her to spend the day by the pool, She knew what was really required and accepted eagerly. She had dropped Barry off on the way, he had sulked again when she told him he couldn’t accompany her. He was becoming too clingy lately. He didn’t want her seeing other men. He had even told her he loved her, that he wanted to marry her. She felt a little guilty that she had scoffed at him, but the truth was, she loved John and always would. If she intended to follow through with the plan and keep John in chastity, maybe it was time to think about finding another substitute for his imprisoned cock.
When she had first arrived Lucy had started flirting immediately, and the morning had been entirely taken up with sex and drink, although Lucy only drank cola - knowing she had to drive home. Tony was middle aged and hard looking. His body was also hard with muscle and his face was tanned with a craggy complexion. He seemed to be scowling all the time. Lucy didn’t at first like him, sensing there was a core of violence under the businesslike façade. But like Claude, he acted the perfect gentleman, treating Lucy like royalty. Even so Lucy made a mental note not to cross him.
The three men had stripped Lucy almost as soon as she had stepped through the door, and for the next three hours she was kept naked. She was passed from one groping pair of hands to the next. It seemed nothing was taboo as hands, mouths, toys and anything a sexually charged man’s mind could think of was used on Lucy’s willing and eager body. She had had more orgasm’s than she could count as she wallowed in the role of their sex toy.
Claude, Tony and Mario had taken her in every way and combination they had wanted or could think of, with one exception; she wouldn’t let Claude have her ass, he was just too big. She did however agree with him that he could train her, to gradually stretch her ass enough to accommodate him. He even presented her with her first butt plug to start the training. She allowed Claude to insert the bung as she posed on hands and knees on the patio table. Tony found it too irresistible to see her thus and removed the plug so he could take her again.
Lucy promised Claude she would reinsert the butt plug once she reached home. To compensate him she danced naked for him before taking his erection into her mouth. She brought him to an explosive climax by giving him the best blow job she possibly could.
After they had eaten lunch the men relaxed and Lucy was allowed to rest, although she still received the odd caress or grope whenever one of the men was within touching distance.
Now she stretched and ran her hands over her breasts and down to her bikini covered pussy, she teased the men who couldn’t tear their eyes from her body. She had them now. She knew they would do anything she desired, she smiled to herself, men were so pathetic. She walked across the patio and kissed each one of them sensuously just to tease them, then entered the house to shower.
She wasn’t the least surprised when Tony joined her and devotedly soaped and washed her.
* * *
“Where’s John?” Lucy asked as she joined Lynn and Amy in the lounge. She sat heavily into her armchair, kicking off her shoes. She needed a drink after her drive home and ordered Amy to fetch her a glass of wine.
“He’s in the shower, trying to sooth his ass I wouldn’t be surprised,” Amy answered handing Lucy a full glass. She then sat down on the sofa and laid her hand on Lynn’s thigh.
Lucy looked at them with a raised eyebrow “We’ve had a very interesting day,“ Lynn explained and went on to tell Lucy all that had happened with John. When she told Lucy how she had forbidden John to wear any pants Lucy sat up and beamed a big smile, “What a wonderful idea!” she exclaimed and poured herself another glass of wine, “in fact, I think Amy, you should pay a visit to that shop on Monday and buy a selection of small frilly aprons. John will look so cute. Maybe we can even get him to wear a proper maids outfit, “ she laughed out loud, the two girls joined in and they all clinked glasses in a toast to their successful day.
* * *
I was drying myself after showering when Lucy entered my bedroom. I beamed a big smile when I saw her. I hugged her and we kissed.
“Oh god Luce, I’m so glad you’re home. I’ve really missed you today,” I gushed, smothering her face with kisses.
She smiled warmly back at me, “I’ve missed you too John I really have,” she sat down on the end of my bed as I stood facing her. She leaned forward and placing a hand on my hip she pulled me around so she could see my red glowing ass.
“That looks like it hurts,” she said, stroking her fingers across the welts on my ass and legs. I nodded, “Yes it does,” I told her “Lucy you need to have a word with Lynn,“ sitting down next to her, I continued “she made me work all day almost naked, and you can see what she did with that bloody riding crop,” I complained. But I immediately felt like a child telling tales.
“Hmm… yes I can see,” she tapped the end of her finger on her lips as if considering something, “but I can’t really say too much to her about it John. After all, we both gave her the authority to administer punishment, and If she decides you should be naked it would only undermine her position if I overruled her. No. If Lynn thinks you should be naked I don’t think we can really argue with her. It would just lead to bad feelings all round. Come on John, you must admit it makes sense? Besides, you look really hot with your cute little ass all red and wriggling,” she licked her lips and playfully grabbed my bottom. I jumped as I was still somewhat sore. As usual Lucy baffled me with her logic and I found myself agreeing without really understanding what she was talking about.
“I don’t know. Oh I suppose so, you’re probably right. It just seems so unfair sometimes,” my objections trailed off. It was obvious this was yet another argument I was destined to lose.
“There, there, we all have to make sacrifices now and then. Look, why don’t you finish what you were doing and then come to my room. I could do with a massage, its been a very tiring day,” she kissed me again and squeezed my encased penis. She stood and sashayed from the room, leaving me confused and with a painful erection.
Lucy was laying face down, naked, on her bed as I rubbed perfumed oil gently into her back. After the way she had spoken minutes earlier, I hoped she would remove my cock cage so we could make love or even strap on a dildo and use my ass, but when I kissed her neck and nibbled her ear she said she was tired and she really didn’t feel like sex and would I be a dear and do something for her. I told her I would do anything she wanted. For some strange reason, she informed me, she fancied having her feet and ass licked. I had no objections to that, so I spent the next half hour first kissing and then licking her feet lovingly before making my way slowly up her legs to bury my tongue in her ass. As I licked, I thought my attentions would arouse her, but after some time worshiping her gorgeous bum I realised to my dismay that she was asleep.
* * *
On Sunday, Lucy at least paid some attention to me. Even though it wasn’t always pleasant. She lounged almost all day in her long black lacy nightdress, (I’m sure she wore it just to tease me) and thought of endless things for me to do.
After preparing breakfast and cleaning the already spotless house, I spent my time doing Lucy’s bidding. She had me running upstairs or to various parts of the house to fetch things that either weren’t there, or she later decided she didn’t really need. I rearranged bookshelves, only to have her later want me to put them back as they were. There seemed no end to the things Lucy wanted me to do, and all of them were completely pointless. Eventually, Lucy couldn’t hide her amusement at my scampering about, so I sat on the floor in front of her and looked as stern as I could, “Why are you doing this Lucy?” I demanded.
“Oh John, its only a bit of fun,” she said, “I just wanted to see how far you would go, it was just a game,” she shrugged her shoulders then sat up and looked down on me, her red hair fell over her face and she said in a sexy whisper “anyway I think it’s made me quite randy, how would you like to make love to me?”
I climbed eagerly onto my knees, “Oh god Lucy, yes please,” I said as I grabbed both of her hands in gratitude.
She looked down at me, a wicked smile appeared on her face.
“Hmmm… you know what? I think I’m going to let you lick my pussy,” she had me completely, I was like a rabbit in headlights, I listened to her words, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her moist lips, even when she began stroking herself through her nightdress, “and then, when you’ve brought me to two orgasms, I’m going to whip your ass until its bright red. And then I’m going to fuck your ass, and if you please me, if you really please me, then I’m going to tie you down on the table and ride you until you beg me to stop.”
“Oh Christ Lucy, yes. Whatever you want,” I was almost busting out of my chastity belt. I felt so excited suddenly, and so grateful that I dropped her hands and began slobbering over her feet and legs trying to show how thankful I was. I kissed my way eagerly up her legs. I ran my hands up the outside of her thighs loving the softness and smoothness, as I reached her hips I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and tugged gently. I was staring at her long legs and breathing hard. Lucy raised her hips slightly and I felt a sense of honour as she permitted me to remove her underwear. She pulled the hem of her nightdress up and parted her legs, inviting me to place my mouth on her vulva to begin.
Lucy enjoyed pushing John. She could see him becoming more and more exasperated. She couldn’t stop herself giggling every time she gave him an order, and he would shake his head and start muttering to himself. She was amazed at how long he put up with it, she thought anybody else would have put a stop to her nonsense long before now. She realised then just how subjugated he had become. He was well on his way to becoming a slave. This thought immediately caused her pussy to throb, and although she had promised herself a day without sex, she knew she couldn’t resist her feelings. Perhaps she was a nymphomaniac? No, it wasn’t that, she just loved sex, and it seemed just about everything she did lately turned her on.
* * *
Lucy held Johns head, keeping his mouth firmly locked onto her pussy. Her head was flung back into the chair in pleasure, “Oh god, John is so good at this,” she thought as her body stiffened. She was approaching her first orgasm and pulled John’s face harder against her. She began thrusting her hips up and down and she emitted a strangled scream in response to the intense sensations of her climax.
She lay gasping, as John now gently ran his tongue over Lucy’s throbbing clitoris. Then as her body began to settle down she stroked his hair. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she gently but firmly pushed him down until he was laying on his back on the floor. She climbed languidly off the chair and kneeling, she straddled his body.
John lay on the floor looking up into the face of his sexy wife. With her hands on his chest she bit her bottom lip as she rocked her hips, slowly sliding her soaking pussy back and forth over his stomach. She brushed the tangled mass of red hair back from her face, then pulling the shoulder straps of her nightdress down, she allowed the material to fall away from her upper body. Taking Johns wrists she guided his hands to her breasts and showed him how she wanted him to squeeze and maul her tits. Just a short time ago she had hated any pain, now she craved a little abuse inflicted on her body, especially when it was her breasts being mistreated. She inched her way up Johns body until she was poised with her crotch over his face, then licking her lips she lowered herself and sighed as Johns tongue began its work again. Lucy wanted to make this last as long as possible. She ground her crotch on her obedient husband’s mouth as he worked feverously trying to bring her the pleasure of another orgasm. Each time she felt a climax approaching, Lucy would lift herself away from his busy mouth, delaying her orgasm for as long as she could.
Lucy was in paradise, she wanted to make this last and last.
* * *
My jaw and tongue ached terribly. I had been licking Lucy for so long. It seemed every time she approached a climax, she would stop me by pulling my mouth away from her. I was determined to satisfy her and kept on eating her the way I knew she liked. It went on for so long and I was growing so tired, but after what had seemed to have been at least an hour she ground down my face hard. She grabbed my nipples, pinching and twisting them, causing me to struggle in pain. All at once my mouth was flooded with Lucy’s juices as she climaxed. Her thighs clamped the sides of my head forcing me to swallow every drop.
We lay side by side as Lucy recovered. I caressed and kissed her perfect breasts adoringly until she eased me aside and stood up. Without a word she walked from the room and I waited until she returned with a large black lifelike dildo strapped to her hips. I knew what was coming. I was nervous and excited, this dildo was much larger than any she had used before. She surprised me when she knelt beside me and lifted my head with one hand while she held the dildo to my mouth with the other. I looked at her, pleading with my eyes, surely she didn’t expect me to suck it? it was just too humiliating. I tried weakly to keep my mouth closed, but she just pressed the thing hard against my lips as she grinned and said, “Come on slut, you know you’ll love it. Show me what a good little cocksucker you are?”
Reluctantly I did as she demanded. As she forced it between my lips I automatically opened my mouth and began sucking the huge plastic cock. With each long, slow thrust she worked it further and further down my throat. I had to concentrate hard to stop myself gagging. The entire time she verbally abused me and called me filthy names like “suck it you filthy whore, get it wet before it splits your ass you cocksucking slut”.
It was obvious Lucy loved abusing me while we played her games, but I didn’t receive any pleasure from this treatment by her, and I got the impression that I wasn’t meant to. I also didn’t think Lucy really cared whether I enjoyed it or not.
I was almost choking and saliva ran down my chin. I could feel the black monster pushing at the back of my throat. Lucy held me with her hands gripping my hair, pulling me forcibly to meet her thrusts. I thought I was about to throw up when she finally took mercy on me and withdrew from my mouth.
She was very excited, she had maniacal grin on her face as she pushed me violently onto my front. I was gasping for breath. I could find no strength to resist her. She knelt behind me and grabbed my hips. I bit my lip as she pulled my ass up. My head rested on the back of my hands on the floor, my ass in the air. I felt her grip my buttocks- spreading them, and then the dildo pushed against my ass.
I clenched my fists and screwed my eyes shut, I felt I was being split in two when Lucy forced the dildo all the way into my ass with the first thrust. I pushed my head hard into the carpet fighting the pain, but I couldn’t stop myself from crying out in agony. Lucy showed me no mercy and I made no attempt to stop her. She started a rhythmic thrusting into me. I groaned with the pain but as she worked her dildo in and out the discomfort began to ease, it still hurt badly but was becoming more bearable. I yelped as she suddenly slapped the back of my leg. She began spanking me to the rhythm of her dildo fucking me. My ass and thighs were soon on fire and my insides burned in pain, but at no time did I resist anything she wanted to do to me. In my befuddled brain I even, in some perverted way, accepted her right to treat me like this.
I felt her hand reach around my body and grasp my caged cock, adding to my suffering as she squeezed and pulled my erection. I whimpered at this new hurt. But then, despite everything I was going through, I could feel myself approaching a climax. Even with the pain she was causing me - hurting as much as I was, I silently prayed for her not to stop, to please, at last allow me to cum. Then suddenly, with pain all over my body, I climaxed. My penis felt like it was being crushed inside it’s steel tube. I was jerking wildly, the pain and humiliation only seemed to add to the glorious sensations I was feeling.
“Yes..yes..please. Oh God yes. Thank you, thank you,” I was so genuinely grateful to Lucy that she had permitted me to orgasm.
Lucy finally stopped fucking and slapping me. She lay motionless across my back as I knelt on all fours.
After a minute she raised herself. She pulled my head back with her left hand while her right, which had been gripping my rapidly wilting penis, slid across my mouth, wiping sperm over my lips. I instinctively licked her hand before I realised what she had on her fingers. But I was too exhausted to care, and it was too late to stop her pushing her hand into my mouth. I licked and sucked her fingers clean.
As we lay in one another’s arms on the floor, I stroked one finger down Lucy’s cheek, she looked into my eyes.
“I love you so much John. No matter what happens between us, always remember that. I really love you,” she whispered.
I was puzzled by her words, but I knew nothing would ever stop me loving her.
* * *
I didn’t get to have my chastity cage removed after all. Lucy declared that she was too tired for any more sex, and in truth I was tired as well, plus my ass and cock still hurt terribly.
We showered together and I took immense pleasure in washing and towelling dry Lucy’s body.
Afterward, despite my discomfort and to Lucy’s enjoyment, she sat fully clothed and watched as she had me make dinner while I was still naked.
We ate our meal and chatted as we drank wine. I felt so close to Lucy at that moment that I even forgot I was nude. “Oh, I almost forgot, I bought you a gift” she suddenly announced. I was suspicious that she wanted to hurt or humiliate me again, and I was right to be so as, smiling, she handed me a black rubber butt plug. I’d seen them previously, when looking at porn on the internet, but this was the first one I had ever held in my hand. I wondered where she had got it from. When I asked her, she replied, “Oh don’t worry about that. A friend gave it to me as a joke, and I thought it would be nice if you wore it for me. You would if you loved me.”
She studied me, I studied the butt plug. I didn’t want to have this thing inside me. I was still a bit sore from our earlier sex, but her request seemed innocent enough, and the plug was smaller than the dildo I had been forced to take. With her using such emotional blackmail I couldn’t refuse her. It seemed like I couldn’t refuse anything she wanted nowadays.
I stood up from the table. With my face burning in embarrassment, I turned away so I didn’t have to look at her, then I realised I had my rear facing her. Even so I swallowed what little pride I had left and bent over. I felt around behind me, positioning the head of the plug between my buttocks. I tried to tentatively push the plug in my ass, but it hurt my already abused opening. Lucy watched me struggling and suggested I squat and use my fingers to open myself first. I did as she advised, feeling even more embarrassed, if that were possible, as I worked my fingers into myself. Eventually, after no little pain and a lot of effort I managed to insert the plug. I felt uncomfortable and full.
“How long do you want me to keep this thing inside me?” I asked, my fingers played over the base of the plug and I squirmed, trying to adjust to the feeling of being plugged
“Permanently of course. You keep that where it is, the only time you are to remove it is when you need the toilet or if I want to use your ass,” she told me, and looked at me as if I were a simpleton.
* * *
At work the next day, I was summoned to Lucy’s office. I was eager to see my wife, but I was also apprehensive: I could never be certain what was going to happen to me where Lucy was involved.
I knocked on her door and waited as I had recently been instructed.
“Come,” I heard her call.
“You sent for me ma,am,” I said as I at last entered her office, she had kept me waiting for around ten minutes.
“Ah, yes John ,“ she said as if she were surprised to see me, “drop your pants will you? “she then told me in the way she would tell somebody to have a seat. I was surprised by her order but obeyed none the less. I wondered if maybe she wanted to make love.
“Have you been to the toilet today?” she asked, I was puzzled as to why she wanted to know. I was more embarrassed talking about my bodily functions, than I was to be standing with my trousers around my ankles in my wife’s office.
“Er… yes ma,am why?” I answered nervously.
“I thought so. So, you removed your plug then?” she asked.
“Well…. Emm yes I did. I needed to,” I told her. I had a bad feeling about where this was going.
“But you didn’t ask permission, did you?” she said. She sat swivelling on her leather office chair, her hands clasped together in front of her face. I stood feeling even more exposed.
“I didn’t know I had to,” I said. I now knew this was not going to turn out well for me.
Lucy pushed herself suddenly forward and slammed her palm down on her desk scattering pens, “why the fuck do you think I had you wear it? do you think you can take it out any time you feel like it? what the hell’s the point of using it in the first place?” she was angry and almost shouting by now. I knew I had better try to calm her down.
“I’m sorry ma`am, I didn’t realise, it won’t happen again. I promise,” I was contrite and acted as humble as I could.
“You are damn right it won’t. Take off your clothes and get on your knees,” she demanded harshly.
In the mood she was in I didn’t dare disobey her. I quickly shed the remainder of my clothes.
When I was kneeling naked she opened her desk drawer and lifted out a riding crop. My first thought was to wonder whether it was the same one as Lynn had used on me. Then it occurred to me with real fear, I was to be punished again.
Lucy walked around her desk and crossed the room to where I was on my knees. Without warning she slashed the crop across my chest. I yelled and fell forward on the floor in pain, clutching my ribs. More pain exploded on my back and I jerked backwards as I tried desperately with one hand to reach the pain.
“Get back up, now,” Lucy snarled.
I was trembling in fear, I was terrified of my own wife. I struggled back to my knees trying to rub away the pain in my back and chest.
Lucy squatted down in front of me so her face was just a few inches from mine. She spoke in a calm and quiet voice, “Put your hands on your head and keep them there. You are going to be punished and if you remove your hands or move in any way the punishment starts all over. Is that clear?”
I tried to answer but only a croak emerged. Lucy placed her finger to my lips “shhh, don’t speak. You’re not to make a sound, just nod your head if you understand,” I hesitated as her words sank into my numb brain. I still didn’t know why I deserved to be punished, but I nodded submissively, I didn’t want to make the situation any worse for myself.
Lucy nodded in satisfaction and crossed to her desk, she returned with two nipple clamps, (where did she keep getting these things from?) I watched docilely and winced as she clipped them painfully to my nipples. Then she slowly circled my kneeling form. I tensed, but kept perfectly still. Then I almost yelped in shock and pain when she slashed me across my back again, but I remembered her order to be silent and clenched my teeth determined to obey.
Lucy slowly walked around me, randomly striking any part of my body she wanted to, and all the time she was lecturing me.
“I work hard all day. I have a high pressure job. I take responsibility for a whole department. Then I come home and have to make all the decisions there too. I only ask that you do as you’re told, how hard can that be? I struggle to pay the bills and never get any thanks - when was the last time you thanked me? when was the last time you actually did anything at all for me? you never stop complaining, all you ever think about is yourself. I’m sick of it. Why can’t you just do as I tell you? “ On and on she admonished me, punctuating every few words with a slash of the crop.
Ten minutes later I was reduced to tears. My head hung down, my hands still clasped tightly to it. I was in pain everywhere. I could take no more.
“Please ma,am please stop. I promise to be good, I won’t ever disobey you again. I swear, I’ve learned my lesson. Please ma,am have mercy. I beg you,” I pleaded between sobs.
Lucy at last stopped hitting me and threw the crop onto the desk.
She sharply pulled the clamps from my nipples, I screamed silently in pain as the blood surged back through them. She sat with one buttock on the edge of her desk and folded her arms across her chest. I remained kneeling with my hands on my head.
“Get dressed. Remember why this happened and what you just said. Don’t disobey me. If I haven’t given you an instruction, don’t just assume you can do what you want. If you’re not sure about something ask me. You brought this on yourself John. I don’t enjoy this any more than you do. Just behave yourself and we won’t have to do it all again. Now go - get back to work and don’t take that plug out without asking me first,” she turned away and sat at her desk. She resumed her work, ignoring me.
I had received my punishment and been dismissed, “ yes ma,am, thank you,” I mumbled. I quickly dressed and with head hanging down in defeat I left, ignoring Amy’s knowing smirk as I passed her.
I managed to avoid contact with anyone else as I made my way back to the cave: knowing if I was stopped I would as likely cry. That thought made me feel ashamed.
I sat at my bench. I was angry at Lucy and the way she had treated me. But the more I brooded on the subject the more I began to think that maybe she was right. It was my own fault; Everything was my own fault, I had just taken things for granted. I had agreed to obey her. I had no right to remove the butt plug without her say so. Of course she would be upset and angry, She had every right to be. I had really left her no option but to punish me. I was in the wrong and I deserved everything I got.
This is what I had to convinced myself to believe. The alternative was unthinkable. If Lucy did this because she didn’t love me anymore, I didn’t know how I could bare to live.
* * *
When I arrived home that afternoon I entered the back door (I still didn’t possessed a key to the house. Lucy had decided some time ago that I didn’t need one as there would always be someone at home to allow me access) I went to my room to change into my house clothes, or lack of clothes to be more precise. Wearing just a sleeveless vest I saw my reflection in the mirror, red stripes still covered my body and the butt plug was clearly visible. I sighed and went to start my chores and face Lynn’s inevitable mockery.
My work at home wasn’t as hard as it used to be as I had cleaned the house so often that it only needed the minimum of attention. However, this didn’t stop Lynn finding fault and adding to the angry welts crisscrossing my body. I meekly accepted the abuse, and determined to make amends to Lucy I even mumbled my thanks to Lynn for chastising me. At no time did she mention the marks on my body or the butt plug and somehow I found this worse, it was as if they now considered physical abuse as a normal everyday thing.
Later when Lucy came home from work I was really nervous. I wasn’t sure how to greet her; bearing in mind what had happened earlier in the day, but she acted completely normal. She kissed me and asked how my day had been (I really couldn’t believe she had asked me that) then she said, “I bought you something, to show there are no hard feelings. Still love me?“ I nodded, a little sulkily “yes, I still love you” I told her but I was wary, Lucy’s previous gifts to me lately had all been designed to cause me suffering. She handed me a carrier bag, I took it and looked at her smiling face. I emptied the contents onto my lap. There were seven small aprons, each just about large enough to cover ones genitals. Three were black, three white and one a bright pink, all of them were satin and frilly. I smiled a false smile of gratitude. Lucy looked really happy “I didn’t think it was right that Lynn should have to see you all exposed every day. It must be so embarrassing for the poor girl, so I bought you these. I think they are so cute, don’t you?” she sounded so enthusiastic.
“Cute!... they’re fucking hideous” I wanted to say, “and why couldn’t I wear pants if Lynn didn’t like seeing my cock, after all it wasn’t my idea to be practically naked,“ but of course I just smiled and said a polite “thank you“.
“Put one on, a black one I think” Lucy said excitedly.
Sighing I stood up and reluctantly placed the apron around my waist. Lucy tied the straps into a bow at my back.
I modelled the apron for her as she clapped her hands in glee. I felt more humiliated than if I were naked and I knew it would be even worse when Lynn saw me.
“It really suits you. You look quite sexy,” Lucy said smiling widely.
I didn’t feel sexy but I was determined not to let her see me sulk, I also needed the toilet ” please Lucy can I use the bathroom?“ I asked.
“Well I suppose so,” she said, “but don’t forget to replace your butt plug,” she warned me.
“I just need to piss Lucy,” I explained, totally embarrassed again.
“Oh... Okay but be quick,” she told me.
I hurried from the room, eager just to be on my own even for a few minutes, away from mocking eyes.
* * *
Lucy watched John hurry away. She held her hand to her mouth to stop herself giggling. He looked so ridiculous with his tiny apron and the obscene plug in his ass, and to think Claude expected her to wear it. John had surprised her when he had asked to use the bathroom, she had only meant for him to seek permission to remove the plug. But if he felt he needed her consent just to piss, well, she was fine with that. The episode this morning obviously had had quite an effect on him.
She thought back and couldn’t believe how excited she had become when she had whipped John. She had scared herself by how much she had enjoyed hurting him. She knew she had had to stop before she caused him some serious injury.
It hadn’t started out that way. Lucy had again been hurt and humiliated by Stephen, he was growing ever more sadistic. She considered again stopping the whole thing. But as she thought of John, inexplicably she began to blame him for allowing her to do all the cruel things to him. Surely he would soon decide enough was enough and stand up to her. Be a man and make her stop, take the responsibility out of her hands. It was then she had decided to see just how far he would let her go. But his submissiveness had thrown her. She discovered the power she had held over him was intoxicating. Had he resisted at any time, just slightly, she would have relented. But the way he meekly accepted the beating caused her to want to hurt him all the more. She had wanted to test his limits. She had been determined to push him until he begged her to stop. And eventually he had. But the whole thing had had the opposite effect that she was seeking. Instead of rebelling he had become even more cowed. She finally realised John would never stand up to her, no matter what she did. Why bother trying to deny her feelings any more? She enjoyed dominating John, it aroused her. And the fact that she had managed to convinced him to believe it was all his own fault had almost brought her to a climax.
The minute John had left her office, Lucy knew that she just had to have an orgasm. She had summoned Amy, intending to have her assistant lick her pussy, but she had been so turned on that as soon as Amy entered the room Lucy had moved quickly to her and pulled the unresisting woman into an embrace, she kissed her passionately on the lips, her tongue tangled with Amy’s as they explored one another’s mouths. Lucy was amazed at how much she enjoyed the kiss, Amys lips were so soft, so much softer than a man’s, they also felt hot and swollen, she knew Amy was as excited as herself.
It seemed only natural that they should undress one another and make love. Lucy kept telling herself she wasn’t a lesbian, but she did everything she instinctively knew a woman liked. She used her hands and mouth on almost every part of Amy’s body, and Amy was only too happy to return the favour. They finished in a sixty nine position eagerly lapping at the each others pussy
Lucy had an intense climax, bucking her hips against Amy’s mouth. But the kisses were something else: Lucy had locked onto Amy’s lips at every opportunity, in fact Lucy was so hooked she insisted on sharing a long lingering kiss before leaving the office that night.
No, she thought, she wasn’t a lesbian. But she knew she would have Amy in her arms again and it would happen soon .
She just couldn’t stop thinking about those lips and that tongue in her mouth.
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story continues in Tough Love Part 8: Enslaved
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