Chapter 7
In the following months it became an established fact that Kristen and John were a thing. If she didn't have an engagement for the evening, she spent it with John.
But Devon was the one that noticed articles kept disappearing from their 'room'. But he voiced no complaint.
He was too busy taking care of his own personal life. A life that all of a sudden included a new woman in town by the name of Elizabeth K. Browne, better known as Bet to her growing list of friends.
It was known that Bet was a widower. She had a fourteen year old daughter and a ten year old son. No one was quite sure why she had suddenly move into their town. She had no visible means of support, but seemed to have adequate money available to buy her home and furnish it with good taste.
And after the first two months when everyone told her that Devon Slade was possibility not the best person to date, they gave up. Bet wasn't listening to their comments. She continued to go out with Devon on a very regular basis.
Well, she seemed content, so what could they say?
Of course Devon and Bet knew why she had moved there. And both were gratifyingly happy with their new arrangement.
After finding Jim Porter in the sex magazine, Devon decided to take out a year's subscription. As was his custom, as soon as it arrived he would read it from front to back, paying special attention to the various personal ads. Which is precisely how he came into contact with Bet Browne.
She had written a simple ad explaining that she had recently been widowed, had been a willing submissive to a sadistic husband for fifteen years and was looking for a replacement. She was moderately financially secure. Had two children and was willing to relocate for the honor of becoming another man's slave, with hopes of being wedded after an appropriate time.
They had met in a S&M dive in New York City for their initial meeting. They appeared to enjoy each other, the entertainment offered and soon retired to a nearby dumpy hotel to check out more person matters.
After a vicious beating that had both of them panting, they had some magnificent sex. Then went for a return engagement before calling it quits for the night. The following morning Devon drove her to her home in Jersey where he met her son and daughter. The children were more than presentable, proving in Devon's mind that she produced adequate kids and they were well behaved.
And at thirty-one Bet was still capable of producing more children. Specifically Devon's children, preferably a son. More than the desired son he considered a bonus.
He told her to come to his place the following weekend, which she did and which they spent at Jim Porter's place in cabin 13. They discovered that they were totally compatible and Bet was making arrangements to move to Connecticut which she accomplished in just over a month.
The Hideaway was a huge financial success and when Devon took on a general manager he had more than enough time to devote to Bet and their growing attachment to each other. He vacated his Spartan rooms behind his business and moved in with Bet and her children, taking up residence in the master bedroom, Bet in his bed.
His first week there was accompanied with the noise of hammering, sawing and construction. Closing off half of the basement area Devon, with suggestions from Bet, made their own 13 for their private use. After all, if he was to assure himself of a son, Bet would have to be his exclusively. And as she showed a high tolerance to pain and anything he desired, he saw no reason to incorporate others in their activities.
Kristen and the other gals at the Hideaway took care of those needs.
When the room was finished he began to move articles from his previous rooms to Bet's house. When all was settled, he began to plan for their wedding that would take place in two weeks. He had some very explicit plans for that day. And for the remainder of his married life with Bet.
Bet was in full agreement with all. Long trained to be the submissive slave with her previous husband, she more than agreed with his every desire. Secretly she admired Devon's inventiveness.
Her first husband had been dominate with her, but he tended to be more simplistic in his desires. Spankings, paddlings, and strapping to her back, ass and chest were about the whole extent of his desires. But with Devon there was much more. And that was what she loved.
Yes, Devon used those items on her, but he did so much more. He had long ago told her of his actions with Kristen and how over the years they had accumulated some more exotic items for their fetishes, all of which intrigued Bet.
The first time he bound her full tits in metal rings and pierced them with needles before whipping them to high heaven, Bet was totally enamored. She lusted after his abusive attentions. The harsher the better. Whips, harnesses, dildos, gags and so on made her blood boil as he heated up her slavish flesh to consummate it with his hard, hot driving cock in her various openings.
Bet loved Devon and what he did to her. And as their wedding day approached, she could hardly wait to fulfill his every desires in that event.
Devon had calmly told her what to expect the week preceding their wedding. Bet eagerly complied with all.
The Saturday before they were married had them in the special room Devon had built in the basement. Upon entering, Bet had donned the four leather bands, placing them on wrists and ankles as Devon prepared the first part of her wedding ensemble.
Bet hooked the four chains to her bands as Devon selected cane, crop and whip. He set them aside as he turned on the wench. A bit later Bet was hanging in midair and he was fastening her legs to rings in opposing walls. When he was finished she was spread eagled in the center of the room, totally open for his actions.
Selecting the cane first, Devon began to methodically mar her flesh. Starting with her back, working his way to her full ass and back of her legs. Then he began on her front, breasts, stomach, clean shaven mound, and her long, slender legs.
When her screams began to hurt his ears he stuffed a gag in her mouth and took up the stiff leather crop and followed the same course.
Then came the third round with the nine stranded whip. He finally ended, landing the last ten strokes to her open, drooling cunt then sank his near to bursting cock up her ass as his hands roamed her tender flesh.
Sunday afternoon saw them at the closed tattoo shop for their private session. The owner was suitably impressed when Bet disrobed and he saw her bruised flesh. Devon Slade had not lied to him. He could hardly wait to do what was requested. Never had he been requested to tattoo a woman's pussy.
Not the outside, but the inside of one.
Leading them to the back room, he motioned Bet to lay on the table as he began to prepare his needles and colors. Ready, he adjusted the lights.
"She is in agreement?" he asked as he dazed at the woman before him.
"She is. Please proceed," came from Devon as he stood by Bet's hips to watch.
"What do you want done first?"
"The word 'slave' on the inside of her right pussy lip, then 'slut' on the left one. The black, snapping whip on her mound will come next, followed by 'slave to pain' across her chest. 'Slave' arched on her right tit, 'to' between them, and 'pain' on her left tit. All to be done in black and red ink just as I told you."
Even without the stringent pain of the day before, Bet would have hurt during the tattooing. But with both she was in agony. And with Bet agony was always accompanied with ecstasy.
She came ten times during the tattooing.
Monday saw the installation of rings in her newly tattooed pussy lips.
Tuesday her ass was branded with Devon's name.
Wednesday her clit received its ring.
Thursday her nipples received their rings.
Friday she was again triple whipped and massive dildos were wedged up her pussy and asshole.
And Saturday before she walked down the aisle, Devon pinned her nipples together and then pinned her three lower rings together. As Bet said her vowels to Devon that day she had no doubts about how she would be spending her life with him.
None whatsoever!
As they left on their two week honeymoon Devon had no qualms about losing Kristen.
It was a good thing too. For when he returned she was gone.