Chapter 4
Monday morning Tom got ready for work as Linda prepared his breakfast. There was little time for conversing as he rushed to catch the train, but sly, very meaningful glances told it all. Each was still intrigued and still somewhat amazed at what had occurred in their relationship in the last two days. As Tom was leaving to get into the car, he said, "I'll give you a call about 10:00 or so, after the unit meeting is over. By then I'll have a chance to do some thinking." Stepping out the door he turned and asked, "By the way, do you have Johnson's phone number?"
"Yea, here I'll write it down for you." Thus saying, Linda followed through and Tom left, tucking the note in his pocket.
As she heard the garage door close behind him, Linda poured a cup of coffee for herself and sat down on the stool at the kitchen counter. "Uuuuoooo... damn is my ass tender."
Easing herself onto the padded seat she added, "But damn, do I ever feel great. Well, Mr. Coffee Cup how would you like to hear about my life lately? I don't understand why it happened all of the sudden, but God am I thankful that it did."
Thus her day began. The house was clean again from top to bottom, the laundry was slouching away in the utility room and she was curled up on a very soft chair going over the magazines again. This time she read the articles that accompanied the pictures. God, were they ever a turn on. If the stories were even half way true, there were no set characters who participated. Rich, poor, middle class. Young, old, middle aged. From mild to severely harsh. Some women complied willingly, others were forced to receive pain.
And some of the equipment, God, was some of it ever far out and unusual. Linda had known of whips, canes, belts, paddles and stuff but some stories described birch switches, one gal had been beat with a rose branch, complete with thorns, another had had a very thin wire used on her that cut into the skin very deeply, another described riding crops, barbed wire (both as a whip and as bondage wrapping), chains used as whips, and broken glass used to inflict the pain.
Some of the restraints used were very imaginative. Everything seemed to be fair game. Sawhorses were used by many, then there were ladders used by one, trees and outdoor bondage seemed to be a favorite, homemade devices abounded. There were all kinds of whipping blocks, some were solid block with straps attached, others had holes for arms and legs, or heads, the old fashioned pillory was mentioned frequently, there were all kinds of contortions used to restrain victims, hog-tying was very popular, along with the classic X, gals were hung from ceilings, beams, walls, trees and poles.
They were tied over footstools, chairs, beds, stable stall walls, rocks, four poster, beds seemed to be a very popular item for the bondage enthusiast, there were studded bras, chastity belts used as original or with dildos embedded, there were gals that were burnt with candles, hot wax, cigarettes, matches and heated metal. All in all when it came to inflicting pain, people were very creative indeed.
When Linda came to the magazines containing Susan she gave them special attention. Susan was shown bound by her wrists and hair to a beam, her entire body was covered with whip marks, her breasts were tied so severely that they had turned almost black as the thin rope cut into her mounds.
The next picture showed a branding iron held to Susan's right nipple. There was little doubt that it had burned her, the bright red spot was very clear in the picture. The story going along with the pictures was that "Karen" (they didn't use her real name) had gotten into an accident because she had been drinking and "Jim" was punishing her for both of those offenses, plus for not having told him about when it happened. Well, she had never known Susan to be in an accident of any kind, so perhaps all of the stories were just made up. Who knew, some were probably real.
The other one about Susan showed her in a weird leather harness. There were rings that her tits poked through, cutting them off from her chest. There were straps going around her waist, between her legs holding her cunt lips wide apart, up her ass and around her neck.
There were several shots showing how the various straps could be adjusted to place her in different poses, all uncomfortable. Tom had again whipped her- tits, back, ass, stomach and legs. The story for that set was that "Karen" (evidently she always used the same name) had been late on three consecutive occasions and "Jim" was punishing her to remind her to be on time. Well, that's a story that Linda could believe because Susan was a little scatterbrained at times.
The unit meeting had just broken up at 9:45 and as Tom was leaving to go to his office Bill Philmont, his boss, had called him into his office. Damn, he hoped it wasn't about Linda's come-on to him at the picnic.
"Come on in Tom, and close the door behind you." Damn, this was serious. The company had a basic open door policy. This didn't look good at all, Tom thought as he closed the door behind him and took the seat that Bill motioned to. "What did you think of Harlan's idea about redistributing the accounts?"
God, he wanted to talk business, what a relief. "Part of it I'm in favor of, but I'm not sure about the Simpson account."
"What about the Simpson account has you disturbed?"
"Well, I think that individual accounts shouldn't be separated. It seems to me that each salesman should have different accounts but only one should be in charge of each account. It could be very confusing to the client, not to mention, bookkeeping. I agree that some accounts need to be reassigned, hopefully I could pick up some them myself, but I wouldn't split an account even if it is huge. In fact, because of its size there should be one person to contact for problems. It would turn into a nightmare."
"Good. That's my opinion too. Jones and Tillman seems to be in favor of splitting Simpson though."
"They would be. Both of them are involved in it now and if you assign it to just one person, they both want in. But I think if you offered E.C. Holdings to Jones he would be satisfied to let Tillman have Simpson. After all, there is more potential money in E.C. Holdings than there is in Simpson. Tillman already has other telecommunications accounts and Holdings would fit tight in. Jones isn't that familiar with telecommunications, he is more into the multi-manufacturing accounts like Simpson."
"You know, Tom, I'm quite surprised by your answers. I had never noticed how close they were to mine. That is just what I had planned to do. As you know I don't like yes men, but when someone happens to agree with me before I state my opinions, they move up a notch in my book."
"Thanks, Bill."
"Your welcome. In fact there is another thing I'd like to thank you for."
"Oh?"
"Yea. You have one dynamite wife. I had never noticed just how attractive Linda was until Saturday. You're one lucky guy."
Damn, was Linda right? Did Bill have the hots for her? "Thank you. I couldn't agree more. She is one hell of a lady. In fact she was saying just after the picnic on the way home that she thought very highly of you too."
"Did she now?"
"Sure did." Should he stick his neck out on Linda's word? Would Bill be receptive to her? After the episode with Gregg, there was little doubt that he could get Linda together with Bill if it was his wish. "In fact she said that you were quite attractive. She liked your domineering personality." Well, that should feed his ego, if Linda was right.
"Very perceptive, your Linda. Tell me Tom," here he paused as if thinking very seriously before continuing, almost as if trying to size up Tom before speaking. Apparently he liked what he saw, as he added, "Is Linda the type to enjoy m... a domineering personality?"
Tom didn't miss the pause. Bill was going to say "my domineering personality" but changed it to "a". Was he hinting at getting together with Linda? Hinting hell, it was almost an open invitation. It looked like Linda read him correctly. Perhaps if he hadn't changed in his treatment of Linda she was thinking of seeking out Bill. Who knew, but now he was in the driver's seat as far as the two of them went.
Hell, he had felt different in today's unit meeting. He had spoken his views out loud and this was the first time that Bill had asked his opinion on anything. Maybe his relationship with Linda was helping in his business relationship too. Bill was sure treating him differently.
"She enjoys my domineering personality, so there is little reason to doubt he would like yours too."
"Really?"
"Sure. She especially likes it," here Tom paused for effect just as Bill had, "during sex." Well, there it was. The ball was in Bill's court. The smile on his face helped Tom relax tremendously.
"Does she now? How very interesting."
The two men sat in silence for some time, as if contemplating or suddenly realizing what had just occurred there in the closed office.
"Tell me Tom, I've noticed a change in you lately. Would you mind a personal question?"
"Depends."
"Fair enough. Ok, here goes. Do you dominate Linda?"
Here Tom had to be careful. He and Linda had agreed that he was boss during a session. Was that the answer that Bill was looking for? What the hell, he'd tell it like it is. "I dominate her during sex, not our entire relationship."
The smile that spread across Bill's face could be described as nothing else but extreme satisfaction with the answer he had just received. "I thought as much. After all she did not play the simpering submissive at the picnic with me, in fact she played the perfect whore. Which I might add, I found extremely attractive, along with her body."
Again Bill paused as if to collect his thoughts before continuing. "Would the two of you be interested in... a threesome? Or even a foursome with Rebecca and me? Say a little shared dominating and submitting?"
Well, that didn't pull any punches, now did it? Linda was one hell of personality reader, at least in this case. She had pegged Bill and Rebecca's relationship to the tee. Maybe she had even picked up on Bill's willingness to go outside the marriage bed, so to speak. "It could be arranged, but... "
"But what?"
"It would have to be after a while. You see I've only recently taken control and she isn't completely trained yet."
"Oh, I don't see that as a problem. In fact it might be an added incentive. Rebecca is so well trained that at times it become a bit boring, if you know what I mean?"
"I probable do. In fact Linda made some comment that Rebecca did everything but kneel at your feet at the picnic. But to get back to Linda, just exactly what did you have in mind?"
Bill smiled, leaned his arms on the desk top, and said, "Is Linda receptive to pain?"
"Quite."
"Wonderful. How about humiliation?"
"Makes her passions soar." Tom couldn't believe what this conversation was doing to him. His cock was twisting around in his suit pants, getting ready to spring forth full fledged.
"Very interesting. And do you have any objections to sharing her?"
"Not in the least. I find it highly arousing to watch her with others." Well, he did have Gregg as an experience, didn't he? He did enjoy that. Linda sure didn't object.
"Tell you what, just to make Linda feel more in control, as it is, how about you invite her to the office this Friday to have lunch with us and we can see how it works out before we jump into something beyond her capacity?"
Here was Tom's chance to smile. What Bill had proposed wouldn't caused any problems that he could see. All he had to do was say session and see how it went. If the three of them saw more potential it could be arranged, if not no feeling would be hurt. "Sounds fine with me. And if you'll excuse me I'll just give Linda a call to see if she is free for lunch on Friday."
"You do that. You have great potential Tom. I can see you going a long way in the company. A long way indeed. Let me know her answer, so I can schedule it on my calendar."
"Will do." With that he very confidently left Bill's office and strutted to his to make a call. Linda was free for lunch on Friday.
Tom couldn't wait to get home that night. His conversation with Linda had done nothing to diminish his swelling cock, in fact it did the opposite. He had spent the remainder of the day with one fantasy after another floating through his head until he thought his cock would explode in his suit. Before leaving the office he had called her again, with a special request.
The train was ten minutes late and the traffic from the station was a bear. Eighteen minutes late he pulled into the garage. Would Linda be as ordered? He turned off the car, walked through the family room, up the stairs and to his room in record time. In the back of his mind he smelled something delicious simmering in the kitchen. But their bedroom was his only conscious thought. He opened the door.
Linda was waiting on the bed. Her head was resting on her arms. Her ass was in the air as her knees dug into the mattress. Her legs were spread wide and he could see her juices glistening in the light.
She was just as he had ordered. Jacket, tie, shirt and shoes were dropped wherever they happened to fall. His belt was unhooked and his pants on the floor in an instant. Socks soon followed. Tom was on the bed in less than a minute after his entry.
One hand connected with her upraised ass as he said, "Hi babe. Miss me?"
"You know I did. What took so long?"
"Damn train was late and the traffic was unbelievable. But not as unbelievable as you. Is you ass still sore?"
"Yes, but I like it that way."
"That's my girl. Want it warmed up before it gets stuffed?"
"I wouldn't mind in the least. Is this a session?"
"No. Just a horny husband." Smack. "There how's that?"
"Wonderful. Some more?"
"My pleasure." Smack. Tom's hand landed again and again. God, the sight before him. Linda's ass was waving in the air, inviting each and every smack his hand delivered. Her juices were dripping out of her cunt scenting the air with her woman's fragrance.
At first he tried to avoid the areas that were bruised but soon gave that up as Linda seemed to be twisting so he would hit just those areas he was trying to avoid. So he just spanked her as his cock grew ever larger and harder. Until finally he couldn't delay much longer.
Taking some of her juices he brought them toward her asshole and smeared them around. One, then two fingers found a warm hole to fill. "You like that?"
"What a dumb question. You know I like my ass fucked." Indeed she did. In fact lately that was the only way she had been able to come. Until Tom had started using force. Maybe she had been pretending that ass fucking had been forced on her to increase her fantasies? Who gave a shit now? As long as Tom continued to dominate her she didn't need fantasies.
A third finger joined the others, Linda's ass expanded to accept it with ease. Removing his fingers he aimed his cock at her cunt, gathered some of her secretions and brought them to her ass and started to slide it in. God, was her ass ever tight.
Every time he reamed it it was the same. It still felt like a virgin asshole. Taking a deep breath he pushed some more in.
"Get it in me, pleaseeeee. Stuff meeee fullll."
"Aaaaaggggg yeaaaaa." He slammed his hips forward and buried himself to his pubic hair in her ass. Hot and tight. Her ass felt warm to his stomach too. Looking down Tom was again amazed by the sight. His cock was totally within her ass. His hairs were smashed between his stomach and her bruised cheeks.
Those bruises gave him an inspiration. On the outward stroke he brought his hand down and slammed it into her bruised ass. Her muscles contracted, almost cutting off his cock inside her. "Aaggggggg you like that?" He managed to ask around the constriction in his throat.
"Yesssssssss ohhhh God yeeeeeeessssssssssssss."
No doubt about that answer. He continued to smack her ass on each withdraw as he plowed her back field with as much force as he could muster.
Later over a superbly prepared dinner they talked. At first Tom was hesitant to mention what was planned on Friday with Bill, but after a while he decided what the hell.
He shouldn't have been surprised by her eager acceptance but he was. Things were moving very fast around here. But then why the hell should he complain? No reason at all.
After the dishes were washing away in the dishwasher Tom grabbed his wife and a roll of exposed film and headed toward Washington Street.
He had used the phone number Linda had given him to call Susan to get Will's business number. A short conversation had gotten him the information he wanted. The address and name of Will's photo shop and the particulars involved.
Linda gave little thought to their destination. But when Tom parked the car he said one word that instantly made her excited. Session. Immediately she was in compliance. She had absolutely no idea what was coming, but so far she had not been disappointed whenever that word had been used, and she willingly slipped into her submissive role as they walked into a photo store that looked like any other one around.
She was curious and eager. A bell tinkled as they entered. There were a few customers milling around the store and two clerks behind the counter.
Approaching the counter they patiently waited their turn to be served as Tom held the exposed film in his right hand as his left caressed Linda's waist.
"May I help you," asked one of the clerks.
"Yes, I'd like to see the manager, Mr. Polinski."
"Is there a problem?"
"No, not in the least. I just wish to see him on a personal matter."
"Oh, well if you will just wait a minute I'll see if Mr. Polinski is free."
"No problem. We'll wait right here."
Five minutes later the clerk came back and another man was with him. "This is the gentleman that wanted to see you, Mr. Polinski." Thus saying the clerk left them alone.
"How may I help you?"
"My name is Tom Wilson and this is my wife."
"How do you do? I'm Jason Polinski."
"I realize that we are strangers to you Mr. Polinski but we do have a mutual friend in common. A Mr. Will Johnson, and his wife Susan."
Tom watched Polinski's face with the pronouncement of those words and saw just the reaction he had anticipated. Avid interest. "Well, in that case won't you two join me in my office? It's right this way.
"Surely." Tom took a firmer hold on Linda's waist as they followed Mr. Polinski to his office in the back of the store.
"Now, how can I be of service?"
"I have a roll of film here that needs to be developed."
"Well, you have certainly come to the right place. Is there some reason that one of my clerks couldn't help you?"
"As a matter of fact there is. It concerns the nature of the pictures on this roll of film. Perhaps a simple demonstration might help explain?"
"Whatever you think best Mr. Wilson.", came from the smiling shop owner.
"Linda," turning toward her for the first time, Tom said, "remove all of your clothes for this part of the session."
Linda didn't need the reminder that she was in a session, that was all she had been thinking of since he had said the word. And in less time that she thought possible she was willing to do as ordered. It didn't take all that long to remove her sandals, slacks and blouse and she stood with head bowed before the desk and Mr. Polinski.
"As you can see, turn around for Mr. Polinski Linda, my wife and I have a similar relationship that the Johnsons have. We are here today to see if we can obtain the same relationship that they have with you for ourselves. Mainly, will you process our pictures for us?"
"However, I think it only fair to advise you that I am willing to go a step farther than the Johnsons. I will allow you time with Linda, each and every time she drops off film, to do with as you desire. Within reason of course. Sound interesting Mr. Polinski?"
"If, as you say you know the Johnsons, you know it is a very interesting proposal to me. However, I will need you to elaborate on your intentions, Mr. Wilson. After all, I don't want to overstep my bounds, now do I?"
"To put it quite simply, you may do whatever you wish to do to Linda every time she drops off a roll of film. If she is unwilling to do as you ask, just tell me and she will be persuaded to comply. However, this offer is for only you. No one else is allowed. Then there is the additional thing that I wish to request from you."
"And what might that be, Mr. Wilson?"
"I could use your professional assistance at times. To record actions that Linda and I are involved in. Would something like that be appealing to you?"
"Definitely. How frequently would I be needed as a photographer?"
"That is difficult to say. I am interested in compiling a photo album similar to Will's. It can take quite some time to accomplish that. But I'm sure we can work around your schedule if that is your concern."
"That had been my first thought. I am quite busy running this store, but I do have ample free time. Where would you like for the photo sessions to take place?"
"I had thought at our home, but if you have any suggestions, I am more than willing to hear them."
"As a matter of fact, I was thinking of my place. I do have extensive materials available for this type of photo sessions. In fact the Johnsons have used it before themselves and found it quite satisfactory."
"That is a wonderful idea and I will take you up on it. Now as for this roll of film? What type of payment would you like for it?"
"Now?"
"If it is your wish."
Mr. Polinski looked at Linda. Her back and bruised ass were still facing him as had been ordered. Just hazarding a guess, he thought that both the Wilsons were new to this game. Linda's entire body was red with humiliation and every inch was also covered with goose bumps. It would be a delightful change from the gals that were old hands at the game. Delightful indeed. "Linda turn around." No please, just an order.
Linda turned her body to face the desk and Mr. Polinski as she kept her eyes lowered.
"Look at me."
Linda brought her head up and indeed looked at Jason Polinski. What she saw was a man of average looks and build. Passing him on the street she never would of thought of him as a man who liked to dominate or hurt women. So much for judging by looks. But then neither did Tom, come to think of it. But one thing was for sure. She was horny as hell.
"Am I correct in assuming that you like spankings?"
"Yes, sir."
"And how about the use of straps or whips?"
"Tom has only used his hands, belt and a ping pong paddle on me so far, sir."
Well, he was right, they were new to the game. That excited him even more. The lady was a knockout. Long light brown hair, emerald green eyes, fair complexion that would show marks fantastically, tits beyond compare -high, full, self-supporting and begging to be bound-long legged, slim hipped but with an ass that could take a strap and not complain too much. All in all, every man's fantasy come true, and a willing submissive to boot.
"Have you ever thought or had a fantasy about being whipped with a whip?"
"Yes, sir."
"A cane?"
"Yes, sir."
"And how about a riding crop?"
"Yes, sir."
"And what do you think I should charge for this film?"
"I... I have no idea, sir. That is up to you."
Well no doubt about it the lady was willing. 'Up to him' it was. A quick look at Tom Wilson and he made his decision. Let the kids know what they were in for. "Tell me, Mr. Wilson, what precisely is on this roll of film?"
"Actually, I didn't think of pictures until afterwards. So they only show Linda freed and posing for the camera to show off the marks that she received. Nothing of the actual action."
"I see. Then I will adjust my charge accordingly. Linda come here and lay across my lap."
God, did that ever sent goose bumps up her spine. The humiliation of draping herself for punishment from a total stranger. Gregg had been a spur of the moment thing, this Tom had planned.
Her weak knees carried her to the side of Mr. Polinski's desk. She waited for him to slide his chair back then as calmly as she could she laid across his lap. Ass up and waited. Would he be easy, hard, or average in administrating her spanking? Considering the condition of her ass, it wouldn't take much from him at all to hurt like hell.
"How many pictures on the roll of film, Mr. Wilson?"
"Twenty-four."
"Two per print sound reasonable?"
"Quite."
"Fine, then I shall begin." Jason Polinski brought his hand down to Linda's butt. The small office space made the sound echo for a second before he did it again.
Linda bravely held herself in place until he reached the halfway mark, at which time he began to use full strength with the remaining twenty-four. She was no longer capable of restraining her moans and gasps of pain and she twisted on his lap, but never did she deliberately try to avoid his hand or try to stop him in any way.
A true devotee. There was little doubt that her ass hurt like hell (hell it couldn't have been comfortable when she entered his office), or that she was horny as hell. There was a definite wet spot on his slacks were her cunt rested on his leg. And if he wasn't mistaken, she had come at least once.
When he had finished administering the allotted forty-eight he rested his hand on her hot ass and asked Tom, "How about a little ass for your favorite picture blown up?"
"Fine by me. Will you be developing them now?"
"Yes, as soon as I'm finished here." It was an easy matter to slide Linda off his lap and as he unzipped his pants it was either obvious that she had heard what was said or a devoted ass fucker. His zipper was no more undone than her ass was in the air and his cock filled it with great skill.
The lady was no beginner as far as ass fucking was concerned. She could give lessons in the art. Jason prided himself on his control but he was no match for the horny Mrs. Wilson who knelt in front of his legs. Her ass pulled and sucked like craze, then her husband told him to hit her ass. He did and couldn't believe what she did with her shitter. God, it was great and before he was ready to, he came.
Minutes later Jason Polinski left the couple in his office to develop the roll of film himself. No sooner had he closed the door behind him than Linda was all over Tom. "Fuck me, Tom, damn it fuck me now. Fuck me hard, pleaseeeeee."
Tom was more than eager to comply. Linda eagerly dropped to the floor again and raised her beaten ass Tom dropped his jeans and knelt behind her. "Ass or cunt?"
"I don't care, just fuck me, pleaseeeeeeeeeee."
Tom's cock jammed forward sliding easily within her saturated cunt and decided that it was very content to stay there. Watching his wife with the other guy had turned him on something fierce. Watching her with him and thinking back to Gregg, he thought that there was absolutely no need to make a big deal about sessions. But he decided to keep the word around just in case.
Her ass was hot against his body and he didn't have to look far to see evidence of new damage to it. Jason didn't pull any of his punches. Hell, he wasn't sure if he had hit her as hard as Jason had even with the belt or paddle and she had taken every one.
Sure she had squirmed, but never did she try to avoid any. Hell, she had had her ass beat three times in the last day. He had done it twice, not counting the times when he had hit it during sex, and Jason had just finished. In total she must have received over a hundred and fifty strokes from hands, belts and paddle in less than twenty-four hours. No wonder it was black and blue, and hotter than hell as he plowed his cock into her on the floor of the office.
A half hour later Tom had picked out his favorite picture and Jason made a blow up of Linda's ass in brilliant color, that he had every intention of hanging in their bedroom.
Ten minutes later Tom and Jason had made arrangements for a photo session at Jason's place for Saturday night.