Chapter 5

Linda, didn't have much to do on Tuesday so she decided to visit Susan Johnson. Besides, Tom had told her to return the magazines that he had borrowed from Will. At 10:00 she knocked on Susan's kitchen door. Seconds later it opened and Susan invited her in.

"Coffee?"

"Sounds great. So how's your day going so far?"

"Pretty much as usual. And yours?"

"Well, since Saturday, it's hard to say what is usual."

"Oh", placing the coffee in front of Linda, she asked, "And what is that suppose to mean?"

"Didn't Will tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"About Tom and me."

"What about Tom and you? What happened?"

"Well, here."

Handing Susan the magazines that Tom had borrowed, Linda blushed as she said, "Tom borrowed these from your husband. Does this give you any idea?"

Susan was well past the blushing stage when it came to things that were covered in the magazines, so she just asked, "Has Tom suddenly changed?"

"Oh, quite suddenly. In fact since Saturday afternoon to be precise."

"Oh, how exciting. How did it come about?"

"Well, I made a fool of myself at the company picnic and acted like a whore with Tom's boss. On the ride home he finally had enough. He hit me. Right across the mouth. And do you know what I did?"

"Let me guess. You loved it, right?"

"Right. And dear Tom didn't waste a minute in taking over control. Well since then he has beaten my ass, loaned me out to two other guys, taken pictures of me and passed them around for all I know, showed my beaten ass to your husband and Tom visited your room in the basement. And oh, yea, borrowed some of Will's magazines to give him inspiration and ideas."

"And what is your opinion of all this?"

"It makes me hornier than hell just to talk about it, as if you couldn't guess. Why didn't you ever tell me about you and Will? And about the pictures in the magazines?"

"Well, you've got to admit, it isn't the normal conversation that one has with the neighbor lady. How would you have taken it last week if I had said, by the way Will beats the shit out of me, I enjoy it tremendously, and I've had my pictures published in skin magazines showing the world that I like to be whipped and tied up?"

"Ok, I see your point. But that is past history. I know and enjoy the same thing. So tell me. I'm all ears."

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything. How did you get started? What's your favorite punishment, form of restraint, has anyone else joined in your games? Whatever you're willing to tell."

"Ok, I'll start with your questions. I have been receiving pain for years. It started with my step-father when I was fourteen. Mom remarried after divorcing my father and Jim was quite the believer in discipline. At first it was only with mom, but as I started developing he took an interest in me. Needless to say, mom couldn't or wouldn't stop him.

"At first he would spank me for minor offenses, like being late for curfew. Then he expanded to it to include almost every facet of my life. He just kept getting firmer and firmer with me, and mom too. It got to the point that I was being beaten almost every other night of the week, and when I wasn't being beaten mom was. After each time he would fuck mom silly. It turned him on and after a while it did the same to me. As soon as he would leave me I'd frig myself for hours. My school work started to slip because I was spending so much time with my hands between my legs that I started to get the strap for my low grades. More coffee?"

"Sure, but continue your story. I'm fascinated"

"I'm sure you are. Here, want sugar?"

"Thanks."

"So any way, by the time I was sixteen and dating I began to look for guys that would treat me like Jim did. It wasn't all that hard. All I had to do was circulate with the wilder side. That made me happy until I was about eighteen or so and wanted a little better future than riding on the back of a motorcycle for the rest of my life. My grades were good so I applied for college."

"It wasn't much harder finding the type of guy I needed there than it had been in high school, if you knew what to look for. So until my junior year things went fine. I was getting my ass beat on a fairly regular basis, just as I had been use to getting from Jim, then I met Will."

"He had just transferred from another college and we were introduced at a party. Well, my preferences weren't any secret on campus. So when he asked me out I agreed. The first date wasn't much to talk about. We went to a movie, had popcorn, that sort of stuff. When he took me back to the house he gave me one hell of a kiss while he squeezed the shit out of my tit. When I swooned into his crushing hand he knew he had me right were he wanted me. We both knew we would be seeing more of each other."

"The next night we went to a drive-in and things changed for the better. He had no more than parked the car, got the speaker inside, than he had ripped open my blouse, tearing it to shreds. A second later he had out his pocket knife and cut my bra right off of me and he had his face buried in my tits. Needless to say I didn't protest in the least. When I felt him pulling my arms behind my back I helped him. The next thing I knew my wrists were hand-cuffed and my jeans were added to the pile on the floor. My cunt was overflowing."

"So what happened then, finish the story."

"Pretty much as you might expect. My tits were covered with teeth marks and hickies before he turned me over his knee and beat my ass with his belt. When he was done with that he fucked me to three glorious climaxes before he came himself. From that day I have been his devoted slave and never regretted a minute of it."

"Whow! So you got married and lived happily ever after. Is that it?"

"More or less. As time passed he became more and more demanding of me."

"What's that mean? Aren't you still willing?"

"Sure I am. It means just that. He became more and more demanding. I became more and more submissive to his wishes. In the beginning he would only use his hands or belt to beat me. Then he progress to whips and canes. All of which I enjoy."

"So?'

"So, the more he does to me the more I want done to me. Crazy isn't it?"

"No, not really. Hell, just since Saturday Tom has gone from his hand to his belt and a paddle. Lent me to two other guys. Shown me to your husband. Made arrangements for me to be with his boss on Friday and a photographer on Saturday night."

"Sounds like a busy schedule."

"Yes, it does doesn't it? But I'm willing."

"Good for you. But back to some of your questions. My favorite form of punishment is either the barbed whip or being burnt. Does that turn you off?"

"No. Not really. That was in the magazines that Will lent Tom. I thought it was exciting. Care to elaborate?"

"Sure. My favorite time was about two weeks ago. Will took me down to the dungeon, tied my wrists and hair to the ceiling, my ankles to the side walls and bound my tits with a thin wire. He must have spent over an hour whipping me with the barbed whip."

"Excuse me, but what is a barbed whip?"

"Ours is a four foot whip that has three strands and there is a metal barb, something similar to barbed wire, on the end of each strand. Understand?" Linda nodded her head.

"Well, after he had whipped me with the barbed whip he lit the small charcoal grill that he stores down there and let it heat up. He took up the dildo belt, stuffed one dildo up my cunt the other up my ass and tied them to the belt. My ass and cunt were stuffed to the limit, the harness was cutting into me, and Will got the iron out of the fire. By then it was red hot. He brought it so close I could feel the heat, but he didn't actually burn me with it like he knew I wanted."

"He put the iron back in the fire. Then he started using the strap on me. The particular strap I'm referring to is four inches wide and about a half inch thick. Quite sturdy and painful. Well he used that strap on me. I had black and blue marks all over my tits, cunt and ass before he set it aside, took more pictures, then again got the iron."

"That time he actually used it on me. He burnt my right nipple, then my left. All the while I was begging for more. Then he burnt my cunt around the harness, so he didn't get my clit. The iron was starting to cool so he put it back in the fire and he removed the harness from around my waist and between my legs."

"Now you have to remember that my legs were tied off to the side walls so my cunt was totally exposed. He left the dildos in me and went back for the iron. That time he used it to fry my clit to crispness. I think I came continuously for fifteen minutes as he burnt my cunt, clit and tits. He would place the iron back in the fire to keep it hot and while it was heating up again he used the strap to beat my opened cunt. Finally he removed the dildo from my cunt and shoved the iron up me. It actually sizzled. Well by then Will wanted relief too, so he pulled the dildo out of my ass and replaced it with his cock. God, it was fantastic!"

"Was that it? Were you done then?"

"No. After Will came he pulled out, replaced the dildos in me and took up THE paddle."

"What is THE paddle?"

"It's about eighteen inches long, an inch thick and made of hardwood. He used it to beat my ass. He uses all his strength, and let me tell you I was swinging from them. I came some more then he took some more pictures then fucked me again. Then he left me hanging for over two hours. When he came back he proceeded to tie me to the sawhorse, beat my ass some more, then fuck it. After that he finally released me for the night. I was sore as hell, and it was my favorite so far. Does that turn you off?"

"Not really. I don't know if I'm up to something like that, but it doesn't turn me off. In fact the thought of it turns me on. Susan, do you have those pictures?"

"Sure. Want to see them?"

"Do I? You bet."

Susan did get the pictures and show them to Linda. Even after the story that went along with them, Linda was surprised at the amount of damage Susan had taken.

They did turn her on, her cunt was drooling in envy, but she still had doubts that she could take so much. "You said this was two weeks ago?"

"Yea, why? Want to see?"

"Yes, I would, if you don't mind."

"No, I don't care."

Linda watched in amazement. Susan calmly stood up in the middle of the kitchen floor and began to remove her clothes.

Linda stared intently. She could definitely see where Susan had been burnt. Her tits and cunt were still puckered and red. But there wasn't all that much left from the various strappings she had taken. "Have you been hurt since then?"

"Only mildly. Will doesn't like to keep to much of me damaged. He says that he likes to see the marks form and if there are already marks on me, it's harder to do. Generally after a harsh punishment he uses milder forms of punishment until they fade."

"What milder forms?"

"Well, he doesn't use as much force so there are few new marks. He'll use more bondage than whips and such. They cause just as much pain, especially if I'm sore, but they don't leave as much evidence behind."

"Whuuee. You're quite a gal, Susan. Ok, so how about this dungeon I keep hearing so much about, may I see it?"

"Sure. Come on down."

The Wilsons didn't have much in the way of sex toys and Linda was very eager to try out the things that she had borrowed from Susan. She had even had the gall to call Tom and tell him what she had borrowed.

After cussing her out for making him horny, Tom gave her some explicit instructions for his arrival, which she willingly complied with.

Tom made record time in arriving home and immediately rushed to the kitchen upon his arrival. Linda again was exactly as requested. Her ankles were tied to the legs of the stool causing her legs to be spread wide and she had even managed to tie one wrist. There was another strand of rope around the fourth leg of the stool for her remaining wrist. And there on the kitchen counter were the toys that she had borrowed from Susan. A huge dildo, a massive butt plug, and the strap.

Totally naked he approached his wife. As he was tying her wrist, he asked, "You sure you want that strap used on you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Once I start, I won't stop until I want to. No matter what you do. You still sure?"

"Yes, sir."

She wanted the strap and by God she would get it, in spades. Her ass was hanging over the edge of the stool, easily available for him to insert the dildo and butt plug. Her tits were hanging over the other side, and he knew that they too would feel the strap before he was finished. Something that Linda had not requested.

He decided to start out slow and work his way up. Bringing it back he aimed it toward her upraised ass. Crack. The sound echoed around the room and Linda gave a gasp of surprise/pain. He brought it forward again, a bit harder.

"Ooooooooooo."

Then harder still.

"Gooooddddddddddd... that hurts."

"Good, you deserve it to hurt for what you made me endure this afternoon. This one will hurt even more." Crack.

"Aaaaaggggggggggguuuuuuuurrrrrr."

Each time Tom brought the strap to her ass he did it harder, until by the sixteenth time he was using all of his strength. Five more times and he set the strap aside and took up the dildo. Nothing mild or subtle. He slammed it in her cunt with one shove. Her head raised up and her scream split the air. Then he did the same with the butt plug. She screamed even louder.

He took up the strap again. Every stroke was delivered with all of his strength. Linda's ass was so deep a red it looked black, and still he kept using the strap. By somewhere around the twelfth she was begging him to fuck her. There was no way he was going to stop. Not until he had used it on her tits that were hanging there begging him for attention.

Linda's head was hanging down the same side of the stool as her tits and he knew that it had to be gotten out of the way before he could hit her tits so he began to look around the kitchen.

They had a fairly standard kitchen, it probably contained what most kitchen contained but he was looking for something special. His eyes roamed the room until he spotted her apron. It had long ties that wrapped around Linda's waist when she used it. Was it long enough? Probably.

Taking the apron he tied one strap to the light fixture and gave it a pull. Using both hands he gathered her hair behind her head and formed a ponytail using the apron to hold it. Tying that off he went back to the apron string that was attached to the light and began to pull. In seconds Linda's head was straining toward the ceiling. When it was as far as it would go, he tied off the apron sting.

Taking his time he took in the scene. Linda's back was arched, her head back, her tits hanging freely over the edge of the stool, her ass was dark red and the ends of the dildo and butt plug were very visible.

She was crying but making little noise. With her head so far back she couldn't scream. Perfect. Taking up the strap again he used it five more times on her ass before moving around to her tits. Wham. He smashed her tits between the strap and the side of the stool.

Instantly they turned red. He had ignored her tits for too long. One, five, ten times he struck them as gurgles escaped her thrown back throat. Tears were streaming down her face, her nose was running, and her eyes were pleading.

He used the strap ten more times. When Bill saw her Friday those marks would still be there. That thought made him smile. Five more blows to her tits and his cock was in danger of firing.

Walking behind her he jerked out the butt plug and before her asshole had a chance to close his cock was buried deep within her. Her whole body shuttered as he slammed forward sinking all of himself within her ass. Her ass was a bit to low for his comfort as he had to bend his legs to keep at the right height but that didn't bother him in the least because as he bent forward he turned his upper body to the side to avoid her thrown back head and each hand grabbed a hot stripped tit.

His fingers curled around her massive mounds digging into them with force as he climbed higher. He wanted this to last, so as he slowed down he used one hand to untie the apron string from around her hair. Instantly Linda's head flopped down, she took a deep breath then screamed. "Fffffuucckk mmmmmeeeeeeee."

Well so much for his doubts. He slammed into her as hard and as fast as he could without coming. His hands tortured her tits and her ass squeezed him.

"Ripp mmyy tits offf hurt mmeee baad, plleeasse." Linda couldn't believe how she felt. Her ass had taken more than it had wanted and she had really meant it when she begged him to stop and fuck. But when he began to beat her breasts she thought she would go out of her mind. The pain/pleasure was so intense that she thought she would faint as she kept coming and coming again and again.

Tom had never really harmed her tits before and she was very surprised that she liked the pain so much. Perhaps even more than the pain to her ass.

And when Tom's cock entered her ass it was overwhelming.

In the back of her mind she knew that she was in pain, but she didn't feel anything but pleasure. It was out of this world. The pain felt wonderful, Tom's cock felt marvelous, her ass and tits seemed to be having their own orgasms. Then finally reality returned.

Tom had dumped his load in her ass over ten minutes ago and still she was going from one orgasm to another. He was so spent that all he could do to help her along was continue to squeeze her tits, but she seemed more than content with that.

Finally his legs began to cramp and he pulled out. A minute later he was back with the camera. The flash went off again and again as he recorded the damage done to Linda's body and still she was in never-never land.

Setting the camera aside he again tied her head to the light fixture, hit her tits three more time and took more pictures. She never even noticed. It was there in her eyes. Total rhapsody. The camera captured her expression on film. He laid on the floor to take pictures from a different angle, noticed that the underside of her tits were red too, and still she was off in her own world.

He reinserted the butt plug and took pictures of that too. Then he removed both the dildo and the butt plug and took more pictures. Five minutes later she finally came around enough to say, "I lovedd it alll. When can we do it again?"