C.U.F.F.S.

C.U.F.F.S. { Consensual, Ultimate acceptance, Future Forced Slave }

By DJC

Chapter 4

Years of Blandness Ends

The phone rang with the horrible news. Susan's older sister and husband were killed in a car crash. It was a miracle their 12 year old daughter wasn't hurt. There wasn't much family to attend the funeral. It had only been Susan and her sister who was 11 years older than she. Both parents were also tragically lost 3 years earlier. Now faced with one of their most serious of decisions, Bob and Susan agreed they had to bring up, Pamela. So Susan, at not quit 23 years of age found herself the surrogate mother for, to put it mildly, a 12 year old brat.

With the lost of her parents and having such a young aunt, Pamela didn't take well to a situation already difficult with her stage in life. Bob, who was as old as her parents got along better with her but life for all three began radically different. Neither Bob nor Susan were prepared for this but they pursued and for the next 6 years raised Pamela as if she was their own.

Any considerations as to where or what stages in their pursuit of their sexual fantasies they were at was forgotten. Bob immersed himself back into his job and was even more successful. Susan, now at age 29 was unsatisfied both in her marriage and mostly at a lost on how to bring up her teenage niece. She just wanted things to be as they were when they first got married. She never wanted a child but life can be full of surprises. She dealt with the situation and often masturbated with her fantasies for sexual release. Still she had a strong desires for those past experiences and even more. That is when she began to explore the world of cyber sex and the amazing things she never knew existed out there.

Then as a reward for Pamela's enduring, barely graduating, high school, her Uncle Bob and Aunt Susan were sending her to Europe for 6 months. Plans were for her to stay with friends in England for 3 months and then distant relatives of her late father in France for the balance of her stay.

Pamela was excited about both the trip and getting out on her own for awhile. Her and a friend would enjoy their trip for sure. And just as much Bob and Susan were looking forward to six months without their niece around the house. They'd been talking and Bob agreed with his wife that they should do something to spice up their relationship and especially sex life during this opportunity. Hell just having Pamela out of the house so they could make love anytime they wanted would be a big step.

Weeks before Pamela's trip Susan began showing Bob her communications she was having with a BD/DS group. "I know a lot of it is bull," she said, "but there is one segment that dominants take on people new to submission. I've read every account and even if half are real it is really exciting to me, honey."

Bob knew back when they first were married and they began to play, one of the biggest turn-ons for his wife was not just the exhibitionism, their attempts with swingers and other sexual encounters wasn't just the sex but more so the feeling of being under someone else's control and the risk of having little say in the direction of an ordeal. As soon as Pamela left on her trip they decided to test out this new sexual experience. Bob bought handcuffs, ropes and leather cuffs and other gear he found at the same book store his wife sucked off her fans who enjoyed her modeling show 6 years ago. He chuckled to himself as he fantasized bringing her back to the same place now. Sue was just 29 now and in as good or better shape than in her mid-twenties.

Their first attempts were typical. Bob tied Sue to the bed and teased her body for an hour before giving either of them release. Maybe because of how long it had been since they had a real long foreplay or maybe it was the feeling of freedom without their niece around but Sue thought it was fantastic. Sue couldn't wait to write up a summary of their first attempt as well as the feelings she got from it and send it off to the BD/DS group like so many she had read in the past. For some reason it made this whole new venture a degree more exciting sharing with hundreds, maybe thousands of anonymous strangers.

For the next week they repeated their session with a few changes here and there and like before Sue's cravings for something more, something different grew within her. Bob was willing and eager to play along with his wife's eroticism but it was time consuming.

The first new step came on the weekend they planned on taking Sue outdoors to add to that degree of risk she loved to feel so much. It was early May and warm so bringing his naked captive out into the yard at one in the morning and tying her ankles tightly together and cuffing her wrists behind her back would be their plan. But…. Bob always tried to add a little something just like he had in the past. He put her all the way behind the storage shed at the back of their property, completely naked and tied as she was only able to move by hopping. "I'll meet you back inside when you get there." He told his lovely fettered wife. "All you have to do is cover the 100 yards or so back to the house trying not to grunt or make yourself too conspicuous because the last 25 yards will be in direct view of the Daniel's deck and the back windows you know. I wonder what our neighbors would think of Slutty Sue all tied and helpless right outside their door?"

Bob hadn't called her that since the exhibition games. He obviously was into to it as much as she was. Sue also knew his warning was more him stirring her arousal pot than actually cautioning her but he was right about the stretch where there would be no cover, no bushes to jump behind, no way to avoid being seen if someone was to look out back and no way for her to avoid being seen since she could only hop and bounce showing herself off with both her ankles and wrists taken from her. And what a sight she was as her husband watched his naked wife struggling to make it back to the house. Her large full breasts bouncing wildly with each bounding leap forward in an anxious attempt to cross only a semi-concealed back yard. She was doing pretty well until a dog barked. It was just common night time noises but to a naked tied woman any sound other then her panting and those she knew she made were possible danger. And this type of exposure wouldn't just be exhibitionism like at the bar or bookstore ordeals. This would not only expose her in all her full glory but also her kinky nature as well.

The first time Sue fell, Bob was about to bolt out from the house to help her until he watched her roll around, wiggle to a sitting position and somehow made it to her knees and finally hop up and maintain her balance well enough to begin again.

It took her a full 15 minutes to make it back to the sliding door but it seemed like an hour to her. Bob opened the door and let her hop in. "Wow you looked fantastic out there." Bob told her.

"Fuck me. Fuck me now." Susan was able to get out with the shortness of her breath. "No, no don't untie my hands. Fuck me like this." Sue came three times as Bob pounded into his bound captives sopping wet cunt on the kitchen floor.

Exhausted as much as she was, Bob rolled off her and asked how she enjoyed it "Tomorrow night, I want to be hog-tied so I have to crawl back.." was her reply.

This was exactly how they played it the next night with another of Bob's added spices. The vibrator in her was turned on when he left her to begin. Because her pace was ten times slower inching and scrapping her naked body along to the house rather than hopping and the fact that she climaxed 6 times with the vibrator during her trek, it took her nearly and hour and 20 minutes in all.

This was just the beginning of fulfilling her fantasies. Susan was hooked on bondage and the fantastic sensation of nearly complete helplessness.

Again she wrote her detailed report to the internet group and this time asked for suggestions as to where they might go from here.

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Needless to say Susan was shocked to get as many as 45 replies in the next 2 days both commenting on her two reports as well as a lot of offers to fuck her, dominate her, whip her, make her drink piss and things she didn't even know what they meant. There were also some that replied with a kind of a welcoming her to this new world of excitement called bondage. And there were some suggestions for her next plans. Again these ranged from the ultra bizarre to a few she discussed with Bob. One in particular they thought they could work it into an event that was already planned for the upcoming weekend.

Susan printed out two copies of the e-mail and they both reread it as they considered how to realistically work the ideas of the "Strict Master" who sent the message.

"You know what would be fun?" Susan spoke up as they went over the e-mail. Bob nodded no. "What if we write this guy back and tell him what is planned for this weekend and give him some limits which we would not consider crossing but let him work up the scenario." Ever since she began to read the stories and things in some of these sites, she had an overwhelming desire to be mastered by a stranger. She related that her arousal must be the same as it was to expose or degrade herself to a stranger or give a blowjob to a stranger or having sex with strangers. There was some kind of fascination with playing with fire. The risk involved with not having control or the safety net of her husband to say no.

Bob looked at his sumptuous wife and knew instantly she'd get her way sooner or later. He agreed to let her contact him and tell him she would obey his directives for the upcoming planned barbecue at his neighbor's house on Saturday. Bob also told her she could give his e-mail address at work if he wanted to plan surprises for her without her knowing about them. Sue was so happy she jumped on Bob and between each kiss telling him how he was the greatest.

The e-mail appeared in Sue's inbox the next morning.

7:25AM

To: Susan Banks

From: Strict Master

Slut,

I doubt you know what you are getting yourself into but if you want to try and taste the enjoyment of submission, your part will be three fold and simple.

First, you will write me back with a picture of you, naked. To verify it's you and not some fake, I want at your feet a copy of today's USA Today newspaper. In this e-mail I want you to tell me as much about you as possible as far as pervious experiences and something you would be ashamed to tell your closest friend.

Secondly, I want you to have your driver's license scanned and sent as an attachment.

Lastly, If you plan on complying with 1& 2 then begin faking like you are coming down with something. The afternoon and evening of the party you will be submitting and climaxing like hell but you will not be partaking as your normal role.

Strict Master

Sue read the e-mail. In many ways it was exactly as she desired. Nothing simple like go to the bathroom every hour and play with yourself. It was mysterious, frightful and had a key phrase she knew got her really wet, "party you will be submitting and climaxing like hell".

Without thinking about such things as safety or consequences, Susan had Bob took the full length picture of her completely naked after buying a copy of the USA Today. She went to the local Kinkos and had them scan her driver's license and sent everything back with her reply.

6:23PM

To: Strict Master

From: Susan Banks

Dear Master, {Susan thought about how to address him for 10 minutes before doing so.}

I have attached the picture and a copy of my driver's license to prove I am for real. As for your request…..

{Susan went on to write 4 pages describing her past experiences in detail including her feelings and thoughts about them. When this was done she had considered what and how she would answer as to what she was the most ashamed of. At first she thought about telling him how she fucked the guy in the book store without Bob knowing or approving it. It seemed trivial now considering how far they went since then. Finally she began to confess what really she felt ashamed of.}

During the initial days of flashing and oral sex with strangers, I went out on my own three times without Bob knowing. None of the times did I go any further than what I did with Bob watching until I screwed up one time. I dropped Bob off at his office because his car was being worked on. I was dressed to flash and this software salesman that Bob had been avoiding obviously spotted me. To make a long story short he followed me and I don't know if he actually caught me in the act of my game but when he approached me and introduced himself, he hinted he knew what I was up to and asked how Bob would react. I was stupid and should have told him to fuck off but I didn't want any possibility of damaging my husband's trust with regards to all this new sexual adventures so I accepted his invitation for lunch and drinks. This lead to him testing how far I was willing to go to keep my secret. His hand went up my skirt and I moved away but when he said oh that is how it will be, I let him resume touching me. In no time he was fondling me. It ended up in a motel but I told him if he wanted to fuck me, he would have to promise this was a one time thing. Surprisingly he didn't try anything anytime later.

Damn I can't believe I confessed this to a complete stranger but maybe that is why I did. This anonymity is freeing.

Thank you for replying,

Susan

Trent Williams, smiled as he read the naive woman's reply. He once again picked up the printed out picture of her naked as well as the copy of her driver's license. He opened the file cabinet behind him and took out a folder containing print outs of her previous online reports. He added the new e-mails, stapled her picture to the front and marked the file as "Working Potential". "So much for anonymity, slut." He said to himself as he recorded everything from Susan Banks drivers licenses. Finally he returned to his computer and began to think up an ordeal that would fit within her and her husband's limitations.

His first reply was to Bob.

7:26 PM

To: Bbanks

From: Strict Master

Bob,

As you should be aware, your wife gave me your e-mail address along with her request for me to construct an ordeal for an upcoming party at your neighbor's house. I assume being a barbecue it will be out back and your wife mentioned it is right next door. If you can, please tell me how excited, how humiliate, and how strenuous you desired this to be for her. Along with this, if you can supply me with copied of pictures of where the main party would be held in relationship to your own back yard.

Also do you have or can you get some of these items? {Trent's note went on to list various items.}

Finally, this may seem odd to request but if everything goes as I plan, this becomes a key element in both distracting you and making things just right. Tell me, someone, a coworker, an aggravating friend or better yet a sale's person you have avoided and would not like to really spend time with at this party like an annoying insurance salesman or like in those commercials with that annoying software's salesman.

Reply fairly quickly as I need time to set this up and we only have 5 days.

Strict Master

Trent didn't want to be too obvious but then the idea of the commercials with a pesky software salesman just struck him. Trent also knew from past experiences, if you create a situation where time is short, you often force predictable and hasty reactions. Such was the case as Bob replied as hopes.

8:23 AM

To: Strict Master

From: Bbanks

Dear Strict Master,

I am behind my wife's aspiration to submit to your commands and have told her I would assist where required. Attached are photos taken from different angles from our yard into the neighbor's yard and back deck. It is estimated there will be approximately 30-35 people there.

Susan can't do anything half way so as to your question how excited do I want her to be? Extremely. How humiliated, as much as possible but as our limit stated, none of our neighbors must totally know what is happening. Sure they can suspect but we have to live here. How strenuous, as I said, Susan doesn't do anything half way.

It's ironic, you mentioned those commercials about annoying software salesmen. There is one guy who has been taking me out for lunches, and drinks you name it but doesn't get the idea we are not ready for his stuff yet. I haven't seen him in a while but we'll see. His name is Larry Parker.

Will await your reply.

Bob Banks

Perfect, Trent told himself. He replied to Bob first and in great detail told Bob exactly but not in total, everything he had planned. When Bob understood the scenario he also thought he completely understood why he had to invite Larry Parker as his guest to the barbecue. Needless to say Larry was happy to accept Bob's invitation to the party. He wondered how Bob's sexy wife would react about him being there considering the very last time he had seen her, she was laying naked on a motel bed.

Next Trent wrote back to Susan and told her she had one more assignment to do. She was to sit down and write a note word for word as quoted and seal it in an envelope and place it under their front door mat.

Trent sent Bob one last set of instructions after confirming he had arraigned and set up everything as he directed. Bob agreed to follow them.

Saturday at three found Susan getting ready for the party. She had very little idea what was in store for her and sure as hell didn't know why she'd been pretending she was getting sick. She learn when Bob came in from the garage. "Ok, Slutty Sue are you ready for your internet master's ordeal?" Sue nodded but wasn't sure what she was agreeing to.

Bob, lead his wife into their backyard. Sue could see the tables and things set up at the neighbor's house. Then she saw something odd on their side of the fence between the properties. It was a piece of plywood approximately 6 ft wide, 8 feet high with 2-2ft side pieces on each side coming forward.. At first glance it reminded Sue of a small bus stop shelter but without the roof. "What the heck is this?" she asked.

"Oh, you'll see." Bob said with a devilish grin.

"Ok take that top and those shorts off." Bob ordered. Susan started to protest when he reminded her she wasn't following his orders but those of her online master and she sure wouldn't want him to tell him how reluctant she was with her first test. Susan stared at Bob before realizing he was serious. She looked around the flimsy canopy set up. It was directly in line with the Daniel's back porch. In a little while, there would be dozens of neighbors and other people she knew all too well right there. "Come on Suzy Slut." Bob said in a low voice in case either of the Daniels were out setting things up. Slowly she removed her top freeing her braless tits. In spite of the many previous ordeals Sue automatically covered her firm large breasts with her hands. Bob's look of impatience finally made her slide the shorts down her legs. Bob was pleased to discover his naughty wife wore no panties either.

"Now stand up here." He told her pointing to a small stool. Susan did as told but was extremely weary about being naked only a foot from her friend and neighbor's yard.

Bob, had ropes ready for her and in a few moments tightly tied her arms spread high and wide apart. Next Bob took one of her ankles and pulled them to the side but when he tied off the rope it was more than a bit slack. Bob proceeded to pound a stake under that foot taking time to check for proper height and location. When he proceeded to do the same with her other foot, Sue let out a grown as this caused her to hang from her wrists.

Her eyes widened when she saw him holding yet another pole but with what looked like a vibrator taped securely to the top. Bob worked the pole into the soft ground then commanded that she lift herself up on the two poles near her feet. Sue struggled as the stake tops hurt her feet as she attempted to hold all her weight up as long as possible. Sue's body shook as she felt her husband work the vibrator into her already wet cunt. She grunted as her legs were already straining and her feet were quickly getting sore from the narrow limited surface of her twin support poles. In a few moments she discovered when she could no longer stand the biting pain in her feet or straining legs that returning to a semi-slouch position hanging from her bond wrists now lowered her cunt to the hilt upon the vibrator. "Bob, no. I can't it's so deep and it hurts." She moan as she forced herself to frantically seek relief to her cunt by reaching out with her legs and re-supporting herself on the painful top of the poles. "Bob, Bob, honey. Please, I can't do this."

But Bob was busy hooking something up to the vibrator. Then stood in front of her spread-eagled wife. He pushed a button on what look like a small remote controller.

The extremely strong vibrator went wild within her. "Ahhhhhhhh!" Sue screamed as a wave of pleasure instantly was mixed with the pain she was feeling. "That is why Strict Master was very explicit about not gagging you. He said it would add to your torment to control your moaning and cries once the party starts and people are but a few feet behind you."

"Bob, Bob I know I asked for this but I don't think I can take this." She frantically pleaded. "Not like this." She pleaded quietly hoping no one but Bob could hear her.

As Bob began picking up some tools and ropes, they both heard their neighbor's welcoming the first of the afternoon's guests. "Oooh!" Susan was panting as she had to lower herself deeper once more upon the dormant vibrator pole. Bob began to walk to the house.

"Hey Bob. How's Susan feeling." She heard Janet ask from next door.

"She's all bound and stuffed up and can't seem to shake free of what is attaching her. She wanted you to know she will be there in spirit." Bob replied. "I'll be over in a little while. Got to change and do one more little chore."

Sue couldn't believe he was really going to let her suffer out there like this. It was diabolical. She couldn't moan or make a sound because of how close she was to everyone just a few feet behind her. The ropes wouldn't let her completely close her legs together to try and reach for the ground for support. On the other hand because the ankle restraints were so loose, they did nothing to help support her either. She would have to alter between hanging deep upon the pole and vibrator or spread her legs wide and teater upon the tortouous, pole tops. Neither was without it's own form of suffering.

Perspiration began to bead up and trickle down her cleavage. A fly began to bother her. Both was frustratingly tormenting in it's own right. Susan never felt so utterly helpless to do anything but endure. Then her torment went up several notches as the vibrator went on again. Bob was laughing as he watched his naked bound wife's body stiffen and arch up. Just beyond her 6 men and women casually chatted while she came ever close to her first climax.

When Bob was ready, he came back out in their yard. "I got to go honey." He now whispered because of the many people within a few feet of his sweat drenched wife. "That was wild to watch but Strict Master had one more torment for you to tolerate."

"Bob please, I can't take this." She pleaded softly.

"Ah, he said you would panic but this should keep your mind occupied a little." Bob held a couple of wicked looking metal clips with sharp teeth on them. From the ends hung very short chains and tiny bells. Bob spread one of the clips and let it bite her already aroused nipple. "Ahhh gawwdd!" she frantically fought from screaming like hell. Her legs writhed about as much as the ropes allowed them. This caused the bell to tinkle.

"You don't want to ring these too much or someone might look over here and discover Tinkle Slut." He said as he clipped her other nipple. Sue's head shot back as she tried to absorb the pain with all the control she could muster. Her eyes were closed shut and her head went back as she struggled to absorb ghastly pain each of the clips was delivering to her tits. By the time she calmed her self enough to finally lower her head and open her tear filled eyes, her husband was gone to join the party taking place behind her. The naked, spread, clipped and impaled woman panted as the full effect of her situation began to mount in her mind. Pain would be continuous and ever increasing whether it was the straining of her legs trying to hold herself up or the pain of the pole tops that her feet attempted to balance upon or the deep skewering of the vibrator pole or the wrenching of her arms when she hung by them and of course the horrible bite of the metal bell clips to her very sensitive nipples.

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An hour and a half had passed. Susan hung exhausted drenched in sweat and in her bonds. She had cum each of the four time that Bob had pushed the remote button which sent his wife more and more intense stimulation. By the fourth one, she was beginning to lose control. Her moaning became louder and her body's twitchings caused the bells to ring. Even the awareness that all this was happening and endangering her discovery added to her titillation. Susan looked down at her poor swollen clipped nipples. They throbbed as they fought to swell with arousal even while suffering the worse pain she thought she would ever feel. She also was aware her cunt was leaking her own juices. Never had she secreted so much love juice in her life. And never had she felt such long intense orgasms. What in hell was the matter with her? Here her body was wracked with pain and yet the pain and arousal was so intertwined that she was having difficulty determining which was which.

In time Susan was now going on her fourth hour spread out receiving pain and pleasure. She had never been tied for more than two hours at one time before and wondered if it was wise to have followed some unknown master's demands upon her. Surely Bob would come soon. Suddenly she heard the voices of Mr. Pine and Judy Daniels so clear they must have been less and a few feet on the other side of the fence. Sue tensed as she listened to Pamela's assistant principal talking to her neighbor. Susan had spoke often with him since Pamela had gotten into so much trouble over her 4 years in high school. All Susan could think of was what would he think, what would anyone think of her if they ever discovered her like this. Suddenly the vibrator came alive. It was such an unexpected shock considering how she was intently listening to and trying to keep from being heard by the two so close behind her. She bolded which tinkled the bells attached to her nipple clips. Bob left the vibrator on an extra long time this attack. She fought but could not avert her sore swollen cunt from going off again. Her body shuddered upon the vibrating staff within her. The tiny bells danced and announced her sluttiness.

"Did you head that?" Mr. Pine asked Judy.

Bob had switched off the vibrator but she was still climaxing.

"Ya. Sounds like a bell or something." Judy replied.

"I've been hearing it all night." Bob's voice stated. "Must be some pussy with a bell on her." He said as he cruelly pushed the button to start up the remote control of the vibrator once more and once more sending his sexually vanquished wife back to the peak of orgasm. "Anyone for a refill on your drinks?" Bob asked. "I'm buying with your money." He teased Judy.

By the time Susan settled down she was beginning to hang limp in her bonds in spite of the pain this caused her cunt. Her legs no long had the strength to reach out for and hold her up on the so called support poles. Despite the cool evening air, Susan's body was covered in a glistening sweat. Her own pussy juices freely ran down her legs and down the well coated pole topped with the vibrator. Susan wanted nothing more than to be free and soak in a warm bath. She knew she'd reflect on this ordeal for a long time and have many climaxes reminiscing about it but for now she was spent and couldn't imagine how she could stand any more abuse. But this was Strict Master's specialties. She expressed a desire to endure more than she or her husband could conjecture up and that was the ordeal he had planned for her to endure.

Bob checked his watch. One of his instructions was to inform Larry Parker that he would be leaving soon. Since Larry was only there for two things, hopefully to see Bob's sexy wife that he had blackmailed into going to a motel with him and maybe finally getting Bob to commit to a large software order. Either one would have been a big score for the weasel of a man. When he first came to the party and discovered Susan wasn't in attendance, he knew this was his primary reason for coming. Both his disappointment and a few too many martinis curtailed the later objective. So when Bob told him he was planning on leaving, Larry thanked Bob for inviting him. He asked to send his regards to his Susan, knowing damn well his inside joke would be repulsive to her. Larry left without even thanking the real hosts of the party and headed for his car.

As he headed out to the street where his car was parked, he remembered the strange message he got Friday at work about a golden opportunity and checking under Bob and Susan Bank's front doormat. He forgot about it until he made his way out to the front and spotted their house. It was stupid but what the hell.

Bob looked at his watch again. He was instructed to stay an hour and a half after the software sales man left. It didn't make any sense to Bob why Strict Master insisted he bring the jerk as his guest. Maybe it was just his sick joke at making Bob's evening a little tortuous too.

Turns out it was a two part assignment. The note in that sealed enveloped was hand written by Bob's spread eagled cum gushing slut wife. Bob had no idea there was a note inside and of course had no idea what it said. Susan didn't exactly know to whom she wrote what was instructed of her. Considering what she had to write, she was confident it was meant to spur Bob to finalize the ordeal with an experience she had never genuinely experienced but wrote often about when communicating with her online master.

The first surprise was Larry Parker's Son of a bitch if there wasn't an envelope under this doormat. The note was hand written. Susan was told exactly what to write but had no idea what it all meant but was sure it was to her husband.

Larry read the note for the second time:

Hey Stud,

By now I'm probably so fucken horny that only you can finish me off but I want it hard. I owe you big time from our last fucking and need some extra spice. You have to take me. You have to make me beg for it before you earn me. Are you up for it, stud?

On the side of the house in the storage box you will find the tools you will need to break a bitch like me. I plan on fighting you so you have to take me. Want to play, stud? You have an hour alone with me to see who wins.

Waiting for you out back,

Susan

Of course Susan would have never written the note if she had the slightest idea it wasn't for Bob and sure as hell not if she knew that lowlife Larry Parker would be involved. Bob, who had been completely obvious to his wife's first encounter with the man, could never have guessed the breast whip, lead fish weights, additional clips and ball gag were for the salesman he could barely stand to deal with let alone give him such instruments to used on his helpless wife.

If it was anybody other than that sexy bitch Susan Banks, Larry might have laughed the prank off. But he did catch the bitch once before being outrageous and her figured she obviously she didn't want old Bobby to know her kinky games. After all it was important enough to fuck him for his silence. Maybe he should check this out.

When Larry open the storage box he was shocked to see a whip with 9 leather straps and the other items. It was the rubber ball gag that lit up his face. "Alright." He said to himself as he began to search for the kinky bitch.

If it weren't for the fact Susan couldn't scream, protest or even whisper without being heard by those attending the party right next door, she would have told this fucker to get the hell away. Not that a naked spread eagled woman could do much other than protest. Just then, Bob who was still playing the game he thought was on, pushed the remote button again. Larry was close enough to hear the vibrator buzzing within her cunt. He watched her face change from anger and fear to absolute sexual loss of control of her body. Her mouth open and only a soft moan escaped. He observed how her muscles tightened as she pulled on the cords holding her wide open. Her eyes closed and her sexy mouth opened in a sort of silent scream. Larry grin while he watching her body quaked as she climaxed before him. And as it did he heard the tiny bells chime. "So that was the source of the sound everyone was hearing now and then." He told himself. "This kinky slut has been out here fucking herself all evening." Larry looked down at the pole and vibrator that entered into her red, very swollen cunt. He noticed how her fluids just ran down the pole.

By the time Susan open her eyes, Larry was right up to her. "Please go." She whispered her embarrassing plead.

"I don't think so." He replied as he quickly shoved the ball into her mouth and buckled it behind her head. "So you want me to take you? You own me big time, you say here."

Susan' eyes widened as she saw him holding the note. And much of what was written by her came back to her. She shook her head no. Frantically she shook her head no but as Larry figured that was what her game was all about. To fight him. Make her submit.

First Larry disconnected the bells from her nipple clamps. She was hoping he was going to take them off. The clamps delivered a burning sensation from the bite of the metal teeth to her sensitive nipples and deep into her breast. But instead of easing her pain, he took a handful of the lead weights so thoughtfully provided him. His deliberate and diabolical method of adding the weights made her moan into the efficient gag. He attached a couple of 8 inch chains to the nipples clips. Then he picked up a weight and attached it to one or the other end of the chain and let it drop. The jerk to the nipple was like a tremendous jolting shock of electricity. Susan's head flung back as she bucked with each drop. One by one her sadistically added all the weights to each chain. Each new snapping jerk became more and more brutal until she had 6 one half ounce weights dragging her tits and nipples downward. Susan had tears in her eyes as she tried to regain control of herself after the terrible pain she just experienced.

"Still want to be obstinate with me?" he asked licking away her tears. As he looked into her terror stricken eyes, her expression immediately changed. Her body began to temblor again. Larry looked down at the poll and vibrator going off within her. He snickered and said something about her cunt overruling her pain center or maybe that is why she invited him here tonight. Susan heard him but had no facilities to even respond if she could pull herself out of the intense orgasm. The vibrator stopped but the slut on a stick continued to hump it even though it made her weighted nipples and tits bounce and add to their torture.

Susan hated the fact she was so blatantly wanton in front of him but tied completely spread and exposed as she was and that maddening vibrator impaling her, she knew the shame and humiliation was just adding to her stimulation. Any thought of morality was playing way down the list of sensations behind the titillation of the climaxes, the feeling of pain and the sheer humiliation of it all.

"Ok you had your fun now time for mine." Larry said as he picked up another clips identical to those tearing at her nipples. Susan couldn't imagine feeling another one there. It wasn't to be. Without fanfare or any of the pervious tormenting, he simply clips the beast to her clit. Susan's reaction was that of a wild woman as she bucked furiously but the ropes held firm. "Oh no you don't." Larry said slapping her face as he saw she was about to pass out from this.

Tears were now streaming from Susan's eyes. Drool seep from around the ball gag which she was biting down so hard upon that she nearly crushed it to half it's normal size. Larry stood back and reveled in his power over this hunk of sexual sluttiness. "You want me to take that off your slut knob?" Susan pleaded yes with her eyes and nodded frantically. "Fine. I'll take it off if you let me fuck your ass." Sue quickly agreed.

He had her where he wanted her, he thought. But the bitch deserved to pay for shunning him. "I'll fuck your ass after I use this on your tits." He said holding up the multiply strap whip. To Susan nothing could hurt worse than the clip tearing at her sensitive love button. She nodded yes again. But Larry enjoyed this too much. "What do you say to 3 on each tit?" Sue agreed. "No lets make it 6." Without hesitation she consented. Larry began to reach between her legs then stopped. "What do you say to an even dozen on each tit." Susan was beginning to consider what he was suggesting yet she couldn't take the terrible clip on her most sensitive of she places. The pain racked woman once again moaned loudly and shook her head yes. Finally he removed the horrible clip and picked up the whip. Susan began to cry even before the first of two dozen lashes began thrashing her tits. By the forth lash she knew she never felt suck pain except perhaps that damn clip on her clit. This was a different kind of pain. It stung then burned its way through her ample breasts. It made her recoil with such force that she was sure the party guest on the other side of the fence would hear her moaning if not the slapping of the leather on her flesh.

The next two delivered a slightly different message through her body. Although every bit as painful the bite of the leather thongs and maybe even more so because of the fact her tits were already burning with pain, she began to feel her cunt react too. It was impossible to think or focus on her bizarre reaction as she panted in wait for the next blow but it was happening. Her cunt tightened on the inactive vibrator within her and she involuntarily began to hump it once more.

The next two lashes did it. She exploded into the strongest climax of the evening. She was a wild animal thrashing her body and whipping her head about as she rode out the wild orgasm. She was completely unaware her tits received the balance of their punishment during her climax.

Larry quickly untied her. She had no strength to fight or resist. He placed her on the ground and fucked her ass. She couldn't care the least who was fucking her. How her body ached or if anyone would have seen them.

The bastard just left her lying in the grass when he was done with her. He got what he wanted from the kinky slut. He'd never felt such power over a woman and it was twice as enjoyable since this woman disdained him. "Who's high and mighty now, cunt." he said to himself looking back at the naked woman lying in the grass. "My cum is in your fucken ass." It wasn't until he was half way home that he wondered if Bob Banks knew about his wife's invitation to him. Or for that matter the first time in the motel. Why out of the blue did Bob Banks invite him to his neighbor's cookout if he wasn't part of it? But then again if he didn't know it would be even better for him because the slut would have something to hide.

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