C.U.F.F.S.

Chapter 9

The Morning of Her Ordeal

When Susan wrote her Strict Master and told him how her husband's reacted to the dangers and risks she encountered during the forest preserve episode, he knew it was time for him to act. Trent would like to have lured the horny housewife even deeper into her natural submissiveness but he also didn't want to loose out on an opportunity. His month long research into the Banks' life, as well as the Summerville area set up and Bob's work and connections was mostly complete. Much easier to get details, Trent thought to himself when both parties willingly gave him most of what he needed.

Trent had already least and paid 3 month's rent in advance for an ideal location he planned on headquartering out of. He knew he would be getting his costs back 1o fold once his plan went into operation but there were always the risks. The main risk would be resolved tonight when he would meet Susan for the first time. He was 95% certain the things she had told him and her reports were truthful as were the pictures he's received to be up to date but one never knows postively about everything. It was always an exciting time meeting a new acquisition. Although tonight's meeting would only be one sided.

Then there was the little matter of exactly how to proceed after tonight. Situations often dictated this direction but nothing was for sure. Of course at this stage in this slut's time and development effort, Trent knew the tried and true brute force method was always out there but that was always very messy. He'd much rather let her and her husband assist in his success.

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Larry arrived early at the Motel 6. It wasn't part of Strict Master's instructions but he felt why the fuck should he miss out on a good thing. It was true this internet master guy had given him these golden opportunities with this gorgeous hunk of sexy flesh but after yesterday's encounter and her fear of letting her husband know of it, he was relatively certain he could demand most anything from this cunt and get it.

It was 6:30am. Larry quietly approached room 102 and smiled when he saw the curtains were wide open as he had ordered his obedient slut. He first peeked through the window and true to his commands, there she laid, naked, still sleeping without covers over her fetal positioned body. Larry wondered how many people passed by her window last night and maybe this morning and got a surprising look at his submissive slut slave.

The weasel had made his own hasty plan at how to ensure he could keep this wet cunt kneeling on the end of his cock for a long time. He knew he needed the leverage of her fear of her husband's knowledge of their encounter so he decided to make sure this chance was significant enough that he could own her.

Larry pounded on the door before going back to the window to see his naked slut awaken. Damn she was gorgeous. That tight firm ass, small waist and those magnificent nature tits with no sag what so ever. And she was his to do with as he pleased without the hassles of alimony when he tired of her. Not for a long time, he thought. Not as long as she keeps that body in that shape.

Susan carefully open the door just enough to look out at who was there while trying to hide her nudity. Larry pushed it wide open. "Kneel." He demanded.

"Oh shit. Not this scumbag. Not this early." She thought.

"You don't want me to use speed dial 4 do you? Hubby probably wouldn't be in a good mood getting a call from me this early and sure as hell wouldn't like to learn what I could tell him." Susan dropped to her knees as ordered. "I need a morning blowjob. Get started."

Although she couldn't see anybody about the motel court yard, she was still naked and he wanted the blowjob right there in the doorway? "I'll do it Larry but please let me close the window and do it out of sight, please."

What power. What magnificent power he had over her. He enjoyed the fact she was actually pleading to give him a blowjob but inside. No, he thought. I'm in charge here. I say what goes down. "No. And for you hesitation of my command, you will come out here and do it in this hallway."

There was a short moment when Larry thought he might have gone far too soon today. He pulled out his cell phone to insure compliance. Susan began to get up. "No, crawl out here."

What should have been the point of being pushed beyond even her own perverse limits only made Susan's pussy dampen and her nipples swell as she crawled out into the relative openness of the ground floor court yard entrance way. She quickly worked this bastard's cock getting him to the point of cumming very quickly. "I'm going to cum." He said in short breaths and I want you to hold every drop of my cum in your mouth. Do not swallow….. ohh shit yes!" he said as his body shook and he pulled Sue's head hard against himself. It was hard like this not to swallow as spurt after spurt of cum shot into her mouth but she managed to retain most of it. He would never know she swallowed a little.

Larry smiled down at his slave kneeling at his feet. "Open and show me." She open her mouth which was filled with white clammy cum. Damn how he loved to feel the power over this woman and he felt this power the most by humiliating her beyond anything he ever considered for any woman. Not that a bastard like him had many women. "You don't swallow a drop on my gift till I say. Do you understand?" Susan nodded.

"Do you have to take a piss?" he asked knowing she just woke up.

Actually Susan had to pee desperately and would have asked him till he punished her for simply suggesting she give him the blowjob inside the room. "I don't suppose you want to piss while standing on the diving board over by the pool." He pointed in the direction. Susan's eyes widened. She no longer doubted this creep wasn't capable of demanding anything of her. Trying as best to plead with her eyes, she shook her head no. "Ok, old Bobby's slut wife did give a pretty good blowjob so you earn a choice." Larry looked into the room and found what he needed while his naked slut remained kneeling just outside the door. He handed her one of the plastic drinking cups and the ice bucket. "You got a choice. Either pee off the diving board or go down to the ice machine. Pee in this cup and bring it back with a bucket of ice."

Susan frantically looked at where the sign for the ice machine was. She was in room 102. Each ice machine was under the middle stairways about 9 rooms down but the worse part was making it there would mean she probably would be visible from the motel office where she was sure someone was awake and on staff at this hour.

"How quickly stupid sluts forget." He snarled at her pleading moans. "Have you already forgotten what happens when slut slaves hesitate? Now you will get the ice from the top floor's machine.

Susan didn't dare hesitate again as she took the cup and bucket and ran to the stairway and up the three flights of stairs only hoping she wasn't seen dashing naked like she was.

It wasn't the first time Roger, the desk clerk spotted one of his guests naked but it had always been at night when the guys or girls were drunk and got wild. He just caught the naked woman turning the corner and up the metal stairs. At each floor her naked body reappeared. Roger got out from behind the counter and watched. It wasn't long before he spotted her once more slowly and cautiously coming down. She appeared to be carrying a cup and one of their ice buckets. When she emerged from the first floor stairwell he backed up a little so she wouldn't see him looking. Fuck, she was sumptuous unlike the two fat chick a month ago wading in the pool at midnight.

When Susan reached the door, it was almost no surprise that it was locked. She placed the bucket down and lightly knocked. She waited a few seconds and knocked again. Not a sound except for noises from one of the rooms above. Susan checked around and knocked for the third time. "Lock yourself out?" The voice from across the court shocked her so much that she nearly dropped the pee cup she was holding. She turned and instinctively tried to cover as the desk clerk walked toward her. There was nothing she could do. She couldn't even speak with Larry's cum held in her mouth.

What a knockout. Roger thought when he was up to her. He took his time fumbling with the keys. "A lot of people lock themselves out because the doors automatically close behind you but usually they come to the desk and request another key." He snickers, but then again they usually aren't dressed like you are."

Susan' blushing face told it all as he finally unlocked the door after getting a total look at her body. Susan stepped in and would have closed the door behind her except Larry was there. "Did you lock yourself out again?" he asked. "Larry held her so desk clerk got an even better look at her. "She was in such a hurry to get something to help wash down her morning mouth that she just ran out without thinking."

This was it, Larry thought. One of those moments of truth. How far could he push her? "Show the nice man why you needed ice to swallow?" Susan shook her head. "Do it slut!" Larry shouted.

Susan opened exhibiting her mouth full of cum. It was obvious what it was and also seem to confirm the urine smell coming from the cup she was holding. Since this guy called her a slut, Roger immediately assumed this was another kinky couple here for their play. Hey as long as he didn't get any complaints he enjoyed seeing a cunt like this one being mastered. "You may swallow my morning gift to you, slut." She heard Larry say. "Then thank the man for letting you into the room."

It was the most humiliating thing she had ever done. It was almost hard to swallow she felt so embarrassed. "Thank you." She managed to whisper.

Roger looked over to Larry. He was such a dorky looking guy. He wondered how the hell he had a woman like this doing these things. "She a whore?"

Larry smiled. "No she doesn't rate that high. She's the wife of one of my clients. Just a slut slave. Check out her cunt. I'll bet you ten bucks she's wetter than hell right now even though she's beet red with embarrassment."

Roger needed not further encouragement. He reached down between Susan's thighs and came up with two glistening wet fingers. "You're right about that mister. She dripping wet."

Roger was about to leave but this horny woman and the probabilities were just too good to not take advantage of. "You know, this room was registered only under one name." His words hit Susan with a ton of bricks. Not for what was implying but the fact she used her real name and address and credit card. "There usually is a penalty for having more people than registered in the room." He lied.

Larry caught the hint. "Gee, rules are rules but maybe as soon as this slut cleans up and gets dressed we can stop by the office and she can make amends for her violation. Perhaps you could think of a way to impose the penalty without involving any cash so you don't get in trouble trying to explain it on the books."

Roger smiled broadly. This guy picked up on his sly remark perfectly. "Great see you both in a little while then."

The second Susan was allowed in the shower, she let the water flush the taste of Larry's cum from her mouth. How she hated how this guys was getting undaunted with exposing her and her submission. She was finding it ever more difficult to continue but he somewhat seemed to have that locked up with holding Bob over her head. Maybe, Bob would understand if she came clean about this whole time. Maybe he'd punch out this fucken asshole. But why, why was her body, her pussy responding like this to such abuse. This wasn't the danger and risk kind of abuse that she experienced in the woods. This was pure degradation but as she fingered herself to a second climax under the water of the shower, she figured she'd perhaps play along a little longer. After all she thought he had the sanction of Strict Master but if he goes too far, she promised herself she would stop him cold.

When she exited the shower she noticed most of her things were missing except for her purse and make up bag. Larry was not in the room either. Sue checked the drawers. All her clothes except for the short white slip, the belt and her heels were gone. Resolved to the fact she would have to dress in the revealing outfit once more, Sue began applying her make up and tried to make herself as presentable as possible.

She heard the key in the door. Larry looked at his prize as she prepared herself for him. "You got five minutes to finish up and get your ass in the office. They got free coffee and donuts and you have an appointment with Roger to settle up your account.

Sue was sure that meant another blowjob or maybe even a fucking. She really could use a good fucking right now she thought. What a real slut I've become hoping either a slime ball like Larry or this desk clerk would fuck me. She thought. Sue glanced at her wedding ring. She kissed it and whispered. "I do love you Bob."

The slip with the belt on the loosest hole already allowed the hem show nearly the bottom third of her ass and only barely covered her pussy. Larry of course recognized immediately that it could be shorter. Tighten that belt, all the way, slut." Without hesitation, she obeyed. Her pussy was exposed as was most of her ass. Larry was about to say something else when an elderly man came in to check out. His surprised look at the shameless woman was priceless. All Susan could do was blush and endure the embarrassment.

When he left, the clerk looked up. "A second person in the room is usually an additional $10 charge. I figured a lash on that fine rump of yours is worth maybe .50 apiece. What do you think Larry?"

"Twenty. Sounds fair to me. Don't you agree slut?"

It sounded like a lot to her but she knew better than to argue.

"Let's see, 103 Mrs. Susan Banks registered yesterday, checking out Friday morning. So that is a surcharge of $20 or forty lashes." Larry couldn't hold back his laugher when Susan began shaking.

"No please that is too much at one time." She pleaded.

"The woman might be right. She's got a hell of a night ahead of herself." Larry snickered.

"Ok then. Where else can this slut be whipped besides her ass?" Roger asked. "How about her cunt or tits?"

"No, no not there. Please no." She clearly remembered the pain from the whipping she took in the preserves.

"Answer the man. You want them on your cunt or tits?"

Why, why was she beginning to leak fluids? She wanted so much to drop to the floor and finger herself. "My breasts." She answered.

"I'm thinking, tits lashes should be worth at least a dollar a pop." Larry interjected.

"Deal."

Take the belt off so Roger can use it.

With now shaking hands, Susan grudgingly obeyed.

"Where do you want her?" Larry asked. "You can take your time and space them out because I have a couple of errands to finish up in the room which should take me about an hour. Send her back on her hands and knees holding the dress in her mouth." Larry chuckled at his inventiveness. Roger directed the pair to a room in the back just off the front desk. When Larry spotted the support pole his eyes lit up. "You got any rope around here?"

Roger brought out a pile of white clothes line cord as well as thin rough hemp packaging twine. Larry ordered Sue to bend forward and in a few minutes he had looped several tight rounds of the thin hemp around the base of her breasts. As hit tightened them and tied them off, he explained to Roger the thin cord cuts deeper into tender flesh like tits and it won't be long before her tits swell out into solid even more tender targets for the belt.

Susan was regretting offering her tits as the punishment targets.

Next Larry pushed her back up against the poll and tied her wrists behind it. With her wrists held behind the pole, Susan felt the extra tension on her bloated noosed tits. Suddenly she felt Larry working more rope at her elbows and although with the pole in her back he couldn't rope her elbows close enough to touch. He did pull then so Susan's body was screaming from the tight restraint.

The results were she was presented as nothing but tits to the clerk with the belt.

Larry looked back at the helpless woman and smiled. He was her owner right now. Those tits, cunt and as were his to do with as he wished.

Larry suggested gagging her because she will begin to scream now that her tits are so taunt and tender. "Don't use the buckle but lay into those beauties. And if you think you didn't get a good lick at one, take it over. I'm sure the slut will understand and not want to cheat you out of any of your payments. Don't be too much over and hour. I want to fuck her ass before taking off." Larry turned then spotted the item he had brought with him to the office. "Oh yah, one more thing." He said handing Roger the plastic cup with the mixture of ice and piss. Give her this to down after each set of 5 lashes. If she hesitates even for a moment to gulp it, tell her that set doesn't count. Make sure she knows it's her own piss."

Larry laughed as he left the motel office and headed back to Susan's room.

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