Chapter 3
When Tom came back upstairs he looked for Linda. She had had more than enough time to hang his shirts in the closet and he was beginning to wonder where she was when he found her in the kitchen starting to prepare dinner.
He was pleased to note that she still hadn't put anymore clothes on and remembering his desire to see her tits, he acted upon that desire. "Remove your tube top, Linda."
Again she hadn't heard his entry and again she was startled by his words, but with all that had happened lately she was quick to comply with his order. In fact as she had vacuumed and ironed she had thought of little else. The display of her beaten ass to Johnson had been a decisive turning point. Now she was totally committed to her new course of action. Tom was her boss, and no longer would she question her responses to him. She liked it and planned for it to continue and apparently so did Tom.
Her tube top was placed upon the counter top as she stood before her husband and waited.
"Come into the living room and we'll have that talk now." Thus say he turned around and headed toward the living room, he wife right behind him.
Sitting down in his favorite chair, he motioned her to kneel at his feet. A slight blush and she complied in silence. "I have been thinking long and hard lately and I've come to some definite decisions. No longer will you be allowed to sluff off your duties. This house will remain as clean as it is now or you will pay for it with your ass. Any questions?"
"No, sir."
"Good. It is obvious, by both your reactions and mine, that there is going to be some changes made around here. I am taking complete control over this relationship. If you have any complaints or comments, now is the time to state them." Tom waited for several minutes before continuing. When it became obvious that she was in complete agreement he again spoke.
"It is also obvious that receiving pain excites you as much as it excites me to administer it to you. Therefore pain will be incorporated into our lives. It is needless to say that you will be punished for any misdeeds. However, you will also receive pain for our mutual benefit, just because we enjoy it to happen. Any questions?"
Again Linda's response was silence, as she was in total agreement with Tom. "Fine. Now let's get down to brass tacks. How did you feel when you saw Will staring at you?"
"Who?"
"Will. Will Johnson. Now answer the question."
It took Linda a moment to gather her courage and answer truthfully, but she finally said, "It excited me so much that I had to go frig myself as I watched my ass in the mirror."
Well, he had asked for the truth and he had no doubt that he had received just that, surprising as it was. Maybe things wouldn't be as hard to arrange as he had thought. "Thank you for your honesty. So we have established that you like both pain and humiliation. Correct?"
A slight pause, then, "Yes, sir."
"Am I correct that the spanking turned you on?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"I'm sorry. Yes, sir, the spanking turned me on something fierce."
"I thought so. Then the next question is, do you think that you would like more?"
"Yes, I think so, sir."
"What I meant was, not just more spankings, but pain in other parts of your body."
"Like what, sir?"
"Like your breasts, back, legs. Hell, all of you. Perhaps before you answer you should look at these to give you some idea of what I'm talking about."
With that he placed the magazines that Will had lent him into Linda's hand. "Look them over first. Then we will go through them together." Thus saying he left his wife on the living room floor, stark naked, and went to the kitchen to get a beer.
To say that what she held in her hand was surprising was a vast understatement. But oh, did it ever excite her. She had never dreamed, well maybe a little, that things like these happened. She had lived twenty years with her parents and had heard many a strange sound in that time.
Was this what her parents had been doing? As she thumbed through the magazines she saw everything from mild spankings that didn't even leave marks on the skin to very harsh punishments. All of which excited her to no end.
Was this what Tom had in mind when he said pain all over her? Probably. So what was her answer? To be totally honest, she was confused. Would the actual fact be as exciting as the pictures and her fantasies? Or would it be too much? Honestly she didn't know.
But when she came to Susan's pictures she was held spellbound. Not just by the fact that it was her neighbor, that was amazing in itself, but because she didn't feel as weird as before. Here was someone she knew. Someone who she would have never guessed participated in the things she had only dreamed about.
It didn't seem weird for Susan to be in a magazine of this kind, in fact Linda began to picture herself in Susan's place.
"So, have you looked at them all?", came from Tom as he again sat in his chair.
"Yes, sir."
"And?"
"And I don't know what to say. They excite me and they frighten me too. Can reality be as good as dreams and fantasies? I don't know, sir. And another thing. Do I have to keep calling you sir?"
Tom paused before answering. "No you don't. Unless we are engaged in a session."
"A session?"
"Yes. That's what I decided to call our times together when you are receiving pain. So in the future whenever I refer to a session you are to immediately comply. No matter where we are. Agreed?"
"Yes, sir. I understand. But what about other times, am I to be as before, sir?"
"No. You are never to be as before. From now on you will act as a dutiful wife at all times, or pay the consequences. But to answer your question, generally you do not have to act subservient to me unless I mention the word session, or punish you for some offense. Understand?"
"Yes, sir. Am I in a session now?"
"You are."
"Yes, sir."
"So back to the magazines. Let's go over to the couch and look at them together."
They had moved and were sitting side by side, Tom opened the first magazine. "What I want you to do is to point out the pictures that excite you, OK?"
"Yes, sir."
"Fine, then we can begin." And begin they did. They went through all the magazines as they pointed out to each other what they found exciting. At some points Linda became slightly apprehensive to some of the things that Tom pointed out.
Several seemed particularly harsh and she didn't know if she was ready for them to happen to her. But there were many that turned her on and Tom made note of them as they persisted them to the end.
Tom decided to test Linda. He informed her that she didn't have to prepare dinner, that he would take her out to eat. Nothing fancy, just some burgers and fries, but during that time she was to be wearing some rubber bands on her breasts to see if she enjoyed pain in them.
After her shower Linda stood somewhat nervously in front of Tom as he took up two rubber bands, wrapped them in half and put them around her tits. They were on tight but not overly so as she saw and felt the rubber dig into her tit flesh. They made her tits look funny, sort of distorted like a mushroom head, but she couldn't say that they were all that uncomfortable. Just unusual. And exciting.
Donning jeans and a loose halter top she looked at herself in the mirror. It wasn't obvious, but if she looked closely she could see that her breasts didn't have their normal contour. She didn't think that anyone else would notice the rubber bands but knew that before they returned home that she would be aware of little else. Already her breasts were beginning to swell, and peeking under her halter she noted that they were turning a bluish color with the constriction.
The ride to the burger place was uneventful, if one ignored the obvious strain to Linda's condensed tits. Every little bump in the road seemed to center around those rubber bands and the surrounded tissue. Her nipples were rock hard and denting the fabric of her halter so that even a casual observer would be award that she was one excited female.
Arrival at the burger place saw Tom walking around the car and opening her door as usual. In fact if it weren't for the rubber bands Linda would have sworn that it was the old Tom that was treating her to a meal out. He escorted her in, placed her order as usual and picked a back booth for them to sit in. Tom couldn't seemed to keep his eyes off her. Every minute he was watching her, her face, her chest, all of her until finally the burgers and fries were eaten.
Normally, as soon as he was done eating Tom wanted to leave but tonight he lingered over the remaining drabs of his soda, his eyes never leaving his wife. Linda could tell that he was aroused, and that made her hornier than she already was. Her cunt was a veritable swamp and her tits literally throbbed inside the rubber bands.
Everyone knows that burger places are not inducive to privacy, but when Tom leaned over to Linda and whispered session and began to caress her protruding right nipple the place could have been empty for all she knew or cared about. She was hot and his hand on her felt divine, if others found that offensive, let them look elsewhere was her opinion.
The rubber bands had cut off some of her circulation and the warmth of Tom's hand felt marvelous. When he gave the hardened bud a pinch she almost jumped out of her seat, not from the pain, but from the seer pleasure of the act.
"Sit on your hands," came his order, and quickly she complied as he became more overt in his actions. He hand was now teasing her entire breast, its warmth filling her with more and more desire. Her breathing became more rapid. Her face more flushed; and her cunt overflowed soaking the crotch of her cutoffs with its abundant fluids. She was almost ready to have Tom bang her right then and there.
But as a little two year old kid leaned over the back of their bench Tom removed his hand and said, "Let's go. The session is still on."
With very weak knees supporting her, Tom lead her to their car, opened her door for her then entered his own side and started the car. "Sit on your hands and keep them there."
"Yes, sir," came from her passion constricted throat as she leaned back against the seat offering up her constricted tits for who knew what. But whatever it was, she thought that she would be ready for it to happen.
Tom reached over and placed his hand on her left tit. It felt wonderful and she was enjoying every second of his attention. When his hand drifted lower, took hold of the hem of her top and started raising it, she filled her lungs with air and straightened her shoulder to the aching point to force her breasts forward for his attentions.
She didn't care that anyone they passed could see her tits. All she cared about was Tom's hand on her now exposed flesh and it felt wonderful. It even felt wonderful when he twitched her nipple, causing her to give a slight gasp of pain/pleasure.
"Slide over here beside me, Linda. I want you closer." Seconds later her seat belt was unfastened and she was pressing herself against her husband.
Tom swung his arm over her head and rested his arm on the back of the seat as he brought his hand to her right tit. Her tit filled his hand and her cool skin throbbed beneath his warm fingers. Stopping for a traffic light he turned to her and kissed her, his right hand on her right tit and his left coming over to grab her left.
Their lips had no more than touched than they heard, "All right, man, give it to her." Looking up Tom saw a young man crossing the street in front of their car, but at the moment he wasn't making any progress across the street. He was stopped dead still, staring into their windshield, a smile plaster on his face that went from ear to ear. "Give her tits a squeeze for me, man."
Tom did. His fingers dug into her tits making her skin pucker and bulge around his fingers, as the man said, "Make 'em jiggle. Hit 'em." Again Tom did as his audience asked, he slapped her tits making them jiggle back and forth on her chest. "How about a bite, man. Can ya' give 'em a nip for me?"
Tom thought again of complying, but changed his mind. Instead of doing as asked, he leaned his head out of the window and said, "Why don't you jump in and do it yourself?"
Tom felt Linda's body jerk at his words, so he said just one word to her. "Session." She relaxed in his arm as the young man opened her door and slid in the front seat beside her.
The door had no more than shut than his mouth was on her tit biting it with very sharp teeth. "Aaaggg." Her groan of pain was covered by the sounds of the car pulling away as Tom stepped on the gas and headed away from the light.
"Where you heading?", Tom asked his passenger as he drove down the street.
Removing his mouth from Linda's swollen nipple, he answered, "Wherever you want me to go, man. I mean, God, this is fantastic. Can I have some more of her tits, man?"
"Sure, help yourself. What's your name?"
"Gregg.", was all he got out before his mouth was again on her right tit and his teeth were sinking into her as his right hand captured her left tit in a death grip that caused Linda to gasp again in pain.
But she was in more than pain. She was in heaven. Her passions were rising so rapidly that they were scary. She had never dreamed of someone else joining in one of their sessions. But it was thrilling as hell.
Gregg didn't let this opportunity pass him by, no siree. His mouth, teeth and hands were all over her tits. He sucked, he bit, he twisted, he pulled her tits. He even managed to work a finger under one of the rubber bands and let it snap back into her as he continued to devour her flesh with the relish.
His actions soon brought the hem of her halter down, and in a flash he flipped it over her head and out of the way as he continued his assault. "She's got great tits, man. You're one lucky guy. You know that, man?"
"Yes, Gregg, that I am well aware of. So where do you want to go?"
"I was heading toward my girlfriend's place, over on Milford Avenue, why?"
"Just didn't want you to be late or anything. What time you suppose to be there?"
Using just his hands, he kept up his attentions on Linda's tits as him and Tom talked. Somehow he knew that he didn't have to talk to Linda. "Should be there in twenty minutes."
"Fine. Then we can drive around for a while, then I'll drop you off on time. Ok with you?"
"Whatever you say, man. Can I get back to her?"
"Sure. She gives great head, if you're interested."
"I am now. But first I want some more boob. God, I love boobs and these rubber bands make quite a decoration on them, don't they?"
"Yes, quite a decoration. Help your self. If you want her to do anything, she will. Just tell her."
"Right, man." Gregg turned his attentions back to Linda who was literally gasping in passion. Her fingers were digging into her ass cheeks to keep herself from using her hands to pull Gregg closer to her aching tits. But as he again brought mouth and teeth into play she realized that he needed little help from her. Nor did he need help later when he forced her onto the floor and shoved her willing mouth on his cock until he exploded. All the time Linda obediently kept her hands under her ass, in other words she kept them out of the way as Gregg used her hair as a steering wheel to twist and pull her where he wanted her.
Twenty minutes later, Gregg was very promptly dropped off at his girlfriend's house as Tom and Linda continued on their way home. The entire drive her halter top was flipped over her head just as Gregg had left it. It made the drive very pleasant for both of them as Tom took advantage of the exposed, swollen and marred flesh of her chest.
As soon as the car was parked in the garage Tom told Linda to strip, which she quickly accomplished before they made their way into the house and down the stairs as Tom directed. When they reached his workroom he took her halter and cutoffs from her, gave her jeans a quick sniff and tossed them on a workbench as he lead her to the center of the room.
"That made you hot, didn't it?"
"God, yes. I mean, yes sir." Linda couldn't believe how she felt. When Tom had asked Gregg to join them she had almost rebelled, but his reminder that it was a session had immediately stopped her, and she was ever so thankful that it had. The total humiliation of being treated like a thing, an object, had turned her more than she had ever imagined. So much more than her display to Will Johnson had earlier.
This was much more personal. Gregg had touched her. Hell, why pull punches, he had treated her like shit and she had enjoyed every second of it as Tom looked on with approval and an occasional pinch or grab of her tits as he joined in. If only Gregg or Tom had spanked her ass she would have considered it the ultimate, but the car was to restricting for that, maybe...
"Give me your hands.", came from Tom as he turned back to her holding some rope in his hands.
An intake of breath and Linda did as ordered and held her hands in front of her as Tom tied them with the rope. Next he took an end and slid it through a ring in the ceiling that she had never noticed before. Soon her arms were pulled tightly toward the ceiling as she stood on her tiptoes and Tom tied off the rope. "How about a spanking?"
"God, I'd love one sir. Please spank my ass then fuck me, please."
"My pleasure. My pleasure indeed." Tom used his hand. It sent a loud cracking sound reverberating around the workshop as Linda swayed slightly before him. Again his hand landed, this time accompanied by her gasp. Then again and again. Ten. Fifteen. Then he asked, "Want something harder used?"
Turning her head to the side she looked at her husband and smiled. How did he know? The heat in her ass was beginning to overwhelm her and she had just been thinking that if he used something else it would increase her pleasures all the more. God was she ever getting into this pain stuff! The more she got the more she wanted. "What did you have in mind, sir?"
"How about my belt or a ping pong paddle ? Which do you want to try?"
"How about... both?"
"Now there's a lady after my heart. Belt first?"
"Yes, please."
"My pleasure." In seconds Tom removed his belt from his jeans and it was making its first swing toward her waiting ass. "Aaaaaa... Goddddddd."
"Again?"
"Yesssssss." The belt landed again. Linda groaned again. The belt dug into her bruised skin with ease and it sent a jolt of passion straight to her clit. Again the belt landed on her ass, again she groaned, but this time she asked, "Harder, please." Tom was only too willing to comply. He swung with all his might.
"Aaaarrgggggg... yessssss, Tom, yessss." Neither counted the blows landed on her ass, but as Tom came closer and closer to coming in his jeans he set the belt aside and took up the ping pong paddle that he had brought into the workshop earlier. Crack, went the paddle.
"Aaaarrrrggggg... yessssssss," went Linda as the paddle connected with her ass. Now there was an instrument that dug into her ass. Crack. Crack.
The paddle landed again and again, until finally Linda's screams stopped Tom. It wasn't the pain that he was inflicting on her that stopped him, it was her plea, "Fuckkkkkkkk meeeeeeeee." that had him setting the paddle aside and freeing his cock.
Jeans slid unnoticed to the floor as he brought his cock to her cunt from behind. God was she ever wet. His cock slid easily through her ass crack and right into her cunt with no effort at all.
Slamming his hips forward he buried it to the hilt as Linda arched her back and slammed her ass into his lower stomach as much as her strung up position would allow. Bringing his hands to her long ago rubber band bound tits he dug his fingers into her tits as his cock drove in and out of her.
"Hurttt my titsss... fuckk mmmeeeee... God... fuck me good."
There was nothing else Tom could or wanted to do. His fingers became like vices as he cock became a battering ram into her willing tunnel. The sweat was pouring off both of them making it difficult for him to hang on. In and out his cock went. Around and around his fingers tore at her tits until finally it could be delayed no longer.
He came. In spades. And Linda was with him all the way. Her cunt pulled, twitched and wiggled around his spasming cock as they soared into space.
When reality returned Tom eased out of her twitching cunt and he began to untie her hands. With the pressure released Linda very calmly folded herself onto the floor, her legs were unwilling to support her.
Tom undid the last of the rope then got a sudden thought. "Stay there, I'll be right back." Thus say he left her and walked up the stairs as fast as his own weak legs would allow.
There was no way Linda was going to move, even if not told to stay put. She was totally wiped out. The only thing she could possible do at the moment was to try to breath. That was work enough. Her body was overtaxed.
Never had she been so caught up in her passions. Even last night's was minor in comparison. Her entire body had been involved in her climax. From head to toe. And it had totally drained her. Her brain was verily functioning, forget her body. But her brain was functioning enough to tell her that events like tonight, both with Gregg and the pain, were to be continued. Hopefully Tom would feel the same. It was total. All consuming. And she wanted it again and again.
Sure her body hurt, but even now the lingering pain was a high to her. Her cunt couldn't stop twitching in pleasure. If it took pain to feel like this, well she would welcome pain very gladly. But those thoughts were interrupted by a blinding flash of light.
Turning her head she saw Tom. With a camera. He was taking pictures of her. JUST LIKE SUSAN! Suddenly she wanted every mark recorded as she twisted her body around and around on the floor so Tom could get every one of them. Her ass waved in the air. Her tits pointed toward the camera. Her legs spread to show the mixture of their creams leaking out of her swollen cunt. The flash blinded her again and again, her cunt giving a twitch with each blink of light. She only paused when Tom told her to remove the rubber bands so he could capture on film the marks that they left on her skin. Then that too was recorded and Tom set the camera aside as he took her into his arms.
Neither had particularly planned it, but soon both were again joined and passions overruled and again they were soaring into space, there on the workshop floor as they became entangled in the rope that Tom had left on the floor. Somehow it added to their pleasures as they grabbed each other until neither could forestall the inevitable.