Pierre bade Shari to strip and she was much quicker this time than this morning, which he appreciated. When she was completely nude he had her fold the dress before she laid the tiny folded square on the nearby chair. When he was done with directives, Shari was naked, save a tiny panty and the strappy shoes he personally tied on her feet. He grabbed a fistful of her untamable mane and kissed her like the starving man he was.
He opened the drawer and found the fresh toys he’d requested waiting for him. Pierre pulled out the thick bondage ribbon first. Then he dug out the rubber anal plug and lubricant. The last thing he wanted hung on the wall beside the bed and he plucked a wood handled flogger from the wall.
“What are you going to do with all of that?” Shari asked, her tone pitched high enough to call dogs.
“Didn’t I say that you had already had your last question? That makes three, kitten.” She shivered and backed away from him. It was no matter as she was going to do as he wished tonight and the rest of their lives.
Shari clumsily bumped into the chair behind her and almost tumbled backwards over the seat.
He tsked her. “I thought last night showed you that running was not an option.”
As he lowered her over the chair Shari squirmed and tried vainly to evade him. But he had all of the control in the situation and she would just have to learn that. If she didn’t, there would be more punishment than pleasure in her future. He lay atop her, used his body to stop her incessant squirms and his knees pinned hers to the floor until she stilled. From there, Pierre tied her to the chair with the bondage ribbon, first her hands were bound to the legs on the left side then her knees were lashed to the chair legs on the right.
When he began to prepare her for the first part of her punishment, she quivered and gasped. Pierre gripped the tiny underwear at her hips and ripped the fabric to naught and stuffed the wet mass in his pocket. His hands shucked her hair over her face as his lips made way from her nape along her spine until he reached the seam bisecting her ass into halves. His tongue delved forward and tasted the dark seam and salt of her flesh. He allowed the tip of his probing oral muscle to dip slightly within her flesh and enjoyed the vicarious experience of her swift acquiescence into risqué seduction. She jerked as her limbs jealously trembled for attention and the chesty vibrations she emitted were similar to the purring cat he always likened her to.
He continued to test her responses to the stimuli, and he wouldn’t let up even when he knew she was too burdened with her fleshly seduction to take more. If she wanted to know what the space of giving herself totally to another felt like he would show her right now. Even though he knew she wasn’t capable of handling more he gave it to her anyway. Pierre pushed her so far over the edge she never got the chance to know what it felt like to hang at the precipice. She just plummeted over and went screaming the whole way. He let her have this orgasm as the pleasure would allow her to ease into the anal possession with the plug he had at the ready.
Once she was done convulsing, she laid limply atop the chair’s tufting. Pierre used the small bottle of lube to grease his fingers. He gave her one digit in a steady firm press inside of the expanding canal of rectum. Shari still quivered amid orgasmic spasms when he added the second digit and no sooner than he spread the fingers apart she was carried over the peak again. He used the strength of the waves to eject his fingers then he pressed the base of the jelly plug inside of her. The probe was built to give her large and larger bulbs until the largest one was seated inside of her. She took the first three without issue, as if she barely noticed the intruder amongst the sea of sensations she swam in. When he reached the fourth one she keened, and he would have been unsure if the sound was one of pleasure or pain, but she cried his name in way that let him know she could handle more. He hadn’t planned on stretching her too much farther tonight, but the way she accepted the anal violation made him cocky and far too excited to stop now.
The fifth bead was an eye opener as she cursed him. “God, Pierre just fuck me!”
When he reached the sixth and final one she sweated from every pore, and he couldn’t resist a long lick over her dew coated spine. Pierre could only feel gratitude that he wasn’t fucking her yet. If he had the bad sense to give her the cocking she cried out for he would have lost all control. As is he only worked on half cylinders not all. If he was inside of her, he would fuck her brains out before she could say his name.
Alien Anal Probe
Shari was adrift in a sea of decadent pleasure and fire at the hands of a man who looked just like her husband. But the male before her was a different animal all together. Her body no longer belonged to herself, she was wholly owned by Pierre, for his pleasure. She could feel the sticky remains from sweat on her skin and the copious amount of cum that still dripped to her knees. Her husband had her in a state of rapture that she never imagined the sexual act could encompass. She was a slave to her senses and her spouse.
The plug was danger to her sanity. The fat bulb at the base left her in a bad way and every time her womb clenched she was driven closer towards the ultimate pleasure.
“Now that you have been pleased, my wife, it is time to punish you.”
What did she do? Shari could barely remember her own name let alone what transgressions she had wrought to bring her to this moment.
“There will be ten lashes for each infraction. Do you remember how many times I counted aloud to you, kitten?”
“Ahhh…” She droned off as she vainly tried to remember how many times he counted aloud to her tonight.
“No, sir or yes, sir. Those are the only responses I will accept when we are together this way. If you wish to speak then just say sir and I will either give or deny permission.”
“No, Sir.”
“Très Bon. I counted to trois, Shari. Do the math.”
“Thirty, sir?”
“Oui.” She couldn’t see the torture device he was about to use on her, but she knew it was near.
She felt the displacement of air and a slight ripple as the item moved around her. Shari felt the object when he let the fronds dangle against her plugged wide open ass. The fronds were soft, and she guessed they may have been leather. But she was too gone to be certain of the make of the thing he used to tease her. The strips dragged over her skin until she felt them against her shoulder and she looked back at him, at them. At that moment she saw the flogger and the sight made her quiver nervously.
Can I take this?
“Before I use this on you, I will let you feel it. This is a flogger, if you were unsure of what it is called.”
The fronds slid farther down her arm and teased the tips of her fingers. She unclenched her hand from the chair leg and gripped the proffered strands as if they were a lifeline. The leather was firm yet soft as suede to her finger pads. When from out of nowhere he snatched the fringe from her and she no longer anything to keep her cognizant.
There was no warning before the first stroke plucked across her skin. When the teasing tool was used as an implement of torture she learned just how close pleasure was to pain. Each motion made a sound, and she could hear each whistle of air along with the bare crack of leather on her flesh. The audible signs of her torture turned into music and crafted an aria of desire she gyrated to. The line was thin and blurred until she was unsure whether the strokes hurt or whether she was just too sensitive to each strike. All she knew was that she wanted more and he gave it. Her body danced beneath the faint lashes he gave her. The strokes took a cadence all their own and sent her into a place only her mind could go and her body was left behind. The lashes bit her soul harmonically, provided her organs a rhythm to orgasm to and she was almost there. The idea of the end already saddened her. She didn’t want him to stop now. As a matter of fact, she didn’t want him to ever stop.
When he gave the last few stripes they landed across her ass squarely and beat at the base of the plug. The added pressure sent her soaring from the ground to the stratosphere and into unknown orbi
t. She left her body below somewhere and she didn’t care about whether she made it back or not. Everything around her evolved into vast blind oblivion and nothing was enough to pull her into the world again.
Coming to the Beat of a Different Drum
Pierre watched his wife dance to the tune of his lashes and nearly came in his pants. The whole concept of tonight’s punishment was to envelop her until she emerged whole and new. The perfect slave for him. She was that and more. He had never seen a woman fall into the newness of sub space with such ease, as if she entrusted her very life, being, breath to him. As if she allowed him to own her instead of him wresting ownership. God he loved her, and she had taken to her punishment so well, she deserved everything she wanted.
He untied her from the cruel position across the chair and her mind was still somewhere else. She was covered in her own secretions, the damp film of sweat as base note that mixed headily with her natural scent and the mouthwatering aroma of pussy. He laid her the bed face down and massaged her. His hands roamed the flesh he knew better than his own and easily located every tight muscle and sore spot. The massage brought her back to him slowly and he heard her groan as he kneaded her hands.
“Did you enjoy?”
“Oui, Sir.” She spoke in a small voice, as if she was far away instead of by his side.
“Non, Shari. This is afterplay and I want to hear everything. How did you feel?” He heard her give a slight huff and he chuckled before she gave him what he sought.
“Pierre, it was magic. Like my orgasm was cradled within a blanket of you. You were everywhere, inside me, surrounding me.” Her eyes were unfocused and though she looked in his direction he knew she couldn’t see him. Instead, she saw something else or maybe nothing at all.
Pierre was at one with his inamorata, the sole woman of his fantasies, and the love of his life. Yet all he could think about was being inside of her and stealing the vestiges of her of flight into sub space vicariously through where his cock would meet her all too willing flesh. He didn’t give her any warning as he just lifted her hips slightly and forged the head of him within her wet-hot pussy. Her breath hitched and she said his name as if it was a prayer. Pierre honest-to-god shook from torment as Shari’s hot pussy fisted around him with an overly tight grip as he filled her snatch with the rest of his erection. It wasn’t until the base of his hips met her ass he realized the reason she constricted him so firmly. The plug still jam-packed her rectum and with the added fullness he felt as if his cock was the only place sensations resided within his body. There was no air for a breath. He had no senses beyond the feel of her convulsing around him.
He was on cloud nine and he couldn’t imagine being anywhere but here. He couldn’t fathom being with another woman this way. This was true intimacy and when he imagined that when god created the concept of being one with another person, the deity had full intent that sex was to be just this way. But somewhere along the path of evolution mankind made a left turn and lost all sense of what being in love felt like.
He continued to punch his cock at her in thick gouges and speared her extra tight flesh mercilessly. He couldn’t stop himself, though he knew Shari was coming down from outer space and he should be gentle with their fleshly union. But she accepted every thrust he offered her body and she mewled for more.
“Merde, Pierre!”
“That’s right, chaton. Take it.”
“Ahhh—” Her voice cut off in mid plea and he merely stabbed his cock even deeper. “Pierre I can’t hold back anymore…” The words were a mere whisper and able to be barely heard.
“Did I ask you to Shari?” He asked her, but she seemed too enthralled with the way the collision of their bodies felt to respond. “Admit it, Shari. You love being full to the brim with my cock and this plug.”
He pulled at the base and rotated the rubber beads. Every twist of the handle made her whimper and the pitch escalated until she was nothing more than a nasal whimper emitted every few seconds.
“Do you want me to take you here as well?” She still didn’t respond to his offhand question until he stopped moving altogether. It hurt his feelings to stop their mutual journey towards pleasure, but he would get the answers he sought.
“Oui, Pierre, oui!” She cried loud enough to banish all of the former quiet far away and the words mingled with her cries lustily.
It only took a moment for her lose the shred of sanity she had left, to come for him. When he felt the Boa constrictor waves slow into a gnawing ripple, Pierre pulled on the plug and let each pearl pop on exit. The release of pressure gave his cock room to grow and he did. He had one last thick salvo to spear her with. After the last of the pearls forcefully ejected from the dual tugs of his hand and her quickened sex, she fisted the sheets and screamed for bloody murder. The sound was so primal and so satisfied he was given no choice but to come along for the rollercoaster ride.
He tossed the plug away, he cared less where though, and clenched large bunches of her hair in his fists while he bucked in rage at the near endless orgasm that sapped him dry. No life, breath, bones or even presence of mind remained. By the time he stopped his digs into her milking snatch, Shari’s neck was contorted at an angle that appeared awkward not to mention painful. But he saw no sign of complaint or pain on her face, her eyes were closed, and her lips curved in the way of the Mona Lisa. Then her mouth pouted in the way of Eve, as if she had a secret and she would never tell. Her throat emitted pleasured purrs that bespoke praise and he mentally commended his cock for job well done.
Pierre just wanted to go to sleep.
Are You Entertained?
Shari’s mouth tasted of cotton fibers and her hands hurt from her use of the sheets as an earthbound tether. If she thought she was sore this morning, it was nothing compared to now. Every single cell of her body felt… used and in only the best way. All she wanted was to pass out and hope her wrung out pussy would let her fuck her husband again tomorrow.
But he helped her dress or rather she pretended to let him help while he hindered her with his fumbling fingers and wandering hands. She zipped his pants up and they tried to leave the room without falling down in the process. Their stumble downstairs was that of the sex-drunken, as if they both chased Jäger bombs loaded into a keg stand.
When they reached the last step she heard applause, the kind that a fabulous performer got when the audience begged for another encore even though the show ended long before. Shari looked left and right in an attempt to see what was so wonderful that the crowd would give it ovation.
That was when Pierre spoke softly. “That is for us.”
“Why?” The word burst forth in a vocal soup of confusion and crackle of dead leaves crushed underfoot.
“Do you really want to find out?”
She nodded and he walked her to the coat check room and handed her the proffered trench.
“Shari, the gold room is for voyeurs. There is a camera and audio feed of everything that happens when the room is in use. The feeds are played on the lower levels on the televisions on each wall. Apparently your first punishment was good entertainment.”
“Oh god. You mean everyone saw us?”
“Oui.”
She looked in Charles’ direction and he shrugged. Though under Shari’s careful gaze, he appeared to have enjoyed the video himself. That is if his face was any indication of what the man saw. Shari wanted to be embarrassed, but she couldn’t find it within herself to feel the untoward emotion. She was exhausted and nothing else mattered but reveling in the newfound feelings.
Pierre took her home at that point and they collapsed in bed. It was a night made for rest in the arms of the perfect man and Shari got more than her share. If she was right Pierre did as well, he gave the smallest snorts in his slumber.
Sunday was a day devoted to discovery and they lounged in bed as she took to his commands like a duck to water. They spent the day occupied with orgasms, though Pierre refused her his cock as the icing on the cake.
/> But Monday morning, Shari awoke to find a corset awaited her along with a tiny thong and heels so high they had to be meant for a fetishist only. She put on the garb and met Pierre at the table after a only a handful of stumbles and mishaps along the way. He offered her breakfast before they had to part for work.
“Today you will serve me along with your meal.”
She had no idea what he intended until she saw him sit one extra-large plate in front of him at the table. He took his seat without a qualm and Shari bent her knees carefully so she wouldn’t fall down. But before she could assume the proscribed position Pierre stopped her.
“Sit on my lap, and face me.” She stood back up and let him aid her into the pose he wanted. When he was done, she sat on top of him her legs spread wide on either side of his. He took complete control and before she could get comfortable he had tugged the thongs to one side of her crotch. His fingers delved inside of her pussy first and when she rocked gently with want he pushed her away just enough to fit his cock inside of her wanton pussy. Shari was game for lovemaking before work, but that seemed to be far from her husband’s intent.
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