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Wayward Wife's Punishment
By
Lex Ludite
Chapter 33
"Relations between Cactus Bill and I couldn't have been better. Despite our busy schedules, we still managed to see each other enough to keep the magic alive. The sex just kept getting better and better which utterly amazed me. He began to nudge me more and more into new areas, and I became his willing pupil and fellow explorer. Those cuffs I'm now wearing were one of the first gifts I received from him as we moved into the world of bondage. I quickly realized that I had many predecessors in this journey, but as the old saying goes, "Love is blind, or is it stupefying?" I've never truly been able to accept the standard version based on my experiences with Bill."
"To his credit, he never took full advantage of the situation, but he was definitely not averse to constantly pushing the envelope as we continued our exploration, taking newer and even more challenging paths on our way to nirvana, or some such construct of thought. The sex got a lot more interesting when I was shall we say, the submissive partner. I was helpless to prevent him from skewering me from every angle possible, which he did with great enthusiasm and gusto. To be quite honest I enjoyed most of what took place almost as much as he did. Then there was the matter of just how deep he could plumb my depths. Often I thought what he planned for me was not possible, until I felt his cudgel making contact with areas that had never known the touch of a man's sex organ."
"Bondage is an issue of trust and love. You are placing your very life into the hands of your partner and trusting that he will know not only your limits, but his own. Such was the case when he began to train me to accept his long, thick prong down my throat without panicking. That took a great deal of willpower on my part, stretching my resolve to its limits on more than one occasion. He enjoyed announcing that he was training me to become his own personal sword swallower. Privately I wondered how many pupils of his had taken and successfully passed his rigorous course. Generally I'd use this specific thought to block out the fear that I'd initially experienced when I first felt his thick slab of pulsating flesh totally closing off the airways to my lungs. My proudest moments were those when I willingly gave myself up to the darkness that fell when my lungs were completely devoid of air. Awakening from this to the sight of his face hovering over me, a degree of concern showing on his features, always made whatever I had experienced previously well worth the effort and fear it had entailed."
"It was during one of these extended sword swallowing sessions that Cactus first broached the idea of sodomizing me. The mere thought of trying to accommodate my narrow rear passageway to his huge penis
made me sweat with fear. I was rewarded for my negative reaction almost immediately. At the time I was prone, lying on my stomach, hands cuffed behind my back, and a pillow beneath me to elevate my buttocks for some erotic teasing that he had planned for me. He hunched himself down onto the bed so he could begin feeding his massive member into my mouth and ultimately lodge it somewhere deep within my throat. I was almost hypnotized by the sight of that bulbous head approaching my open mouth."
"Inch by inch he wedged it into my mouth and then started pushing it into the entrance to my throat. Soon I was having a great deal of difficulty getting enough air to keep me conscious. He realized my problem and backed off slightly. I was most grateful, but still showed no sign of being interested in his suggestion that I consider anal intercourse. It was then that he leaned forward, driving his penis deep into my gullet, and began spanking me with hard blows from his big hand. I was unable to get even a puff of air into my lungs and soon it began to grow dark. The last thing I remember was the sound and sensation of his heavy hand flattening my bottom with ferocious blows that made my entire naked body quiver from the shock."
"He must have continued the spanking for some time after I fainted. When I awoke my throat felt quite raw and very sore. I gasped in pain as I tried to swallow and provide some relief to my raspy gullet. Then the dull ache from my badly swollen bottom intruded as well. He was seated back on his haunches, my face only inches from his penis that had lost most of its rigidity. It was then that I realized he had ejaculated into my hair and onto my brow. I remember his words, and they nearly brought me to tears."
"I am disappointed in your progress. A number of my former partners accepted the challenge I gave you; many of them after far fewer sessions. They all successfully overcame their fears and we went on to even more interesting ways of celebrating the union of our flesh. You give me no choice but to free you, so you can go back to what seems more suitable for one such as yourself."
"With that, he reached down and unlocked the handcuffs holding me helpless and got up from the bed. He told me he would be leaving for some time and did not want to find me here when he returned. It took me some time before I could collect my wits, make myself presentable and take my leave. For the next three weeks he made no effort to get in touch with me. At first I reasoned that we were just having a lovers' spat, but then it began to sink in that unless I did something quickly, our relationship was permanently terminated. I was having a great deal of difficulty sleeping soundly and concentrating on those things necessary for me to do my job and enjoy life. I determined to throw myself at his feet and do whatever penance he decreed."
"I swear that there were times when I thought he could read my mind, and this was one of them. The very next day I received a call at work from one of the cheerleaders, her name was Bambi, how very quaint. I couldn't even remember what she looked like. The Fort Worth Firebirds cheerleaders looked to me as if they came from some cookie cutter that produced vacant faced blondes with large breasts and very little intelligence. I was to be proven wrong in the weeks that followed. Bambi, that's all I ever heard anyone call her, inquired if I was interested in getting back with Cactus Bill. My first reaction was to act coy, which resulted in me hearing a click on the other end of the line. I fought to hold back the tears that theatened to overwhelm me. I had blown my opportunity, things would never be the same. I have no idea how I managed to get through the day."
"I returned to my apartment to discover a message from Bambi. I was told that she did not have any time for playing games, and as far as she was concerned, did not need any more competition for the affections of Cactus Bill. She used much more colorful language to let me know this, but that's neither here nor there. She proceeded to instruct me to come to a location on the outskirts of the city on Friday evening promptly at 8 o'clock, and be prepared to remain there for the entire weekend. Then she added that I shouldn't be concerned about what to wear since I wouldn't be needing any clothing during my stay. Then I heard that ominous click at the other end of the line. I could hardly wait for the next two days to go by, despite the realization that being naked for the entire weekend implied a situation "fraught with peril" as they say in those romantic novels written for young girls and spinsters."
"Friday evening at twenty minutes to eight I found myself in the thriving metropolis of Euless, a few miles outside of Fort Worth. Finding the isolated house proved to be a bit tricky, but promptly at eight I was able to present myself at the door. I rang the bell and was ushered inside by my hostess, the mysterious Bambi, who was attired only in a vest and high heeled boots. To say that I was taken aback by the displayof bare flesh was an understatement. I followed her into the main room, not being able to take my eyes off her twitching hips that made her exposed rump bounce erotically with every step she took. There I was greeted by the rest of the cheerleading squad, all attired exactly the same as Bambi."
"As you know full well, I am rather well endowed when it comes to the size of my breasts. In this room I was merely average. I found myself surrounded by bare breasts, flat stomachs and shaved vulvas, all topped off with long blonde hair that appeared genuine. I immediately became rather overawed by the physical charms of the group, the first step in my journey to a more humble place. Bambi took the lead, introducing me to Babs, Bonnie and Brenda, the killer bees as they called themselves. Then I was ordered to strip to the skin and allow myself to be handcuffed prior to being informed of my fate. I could not help but notice the knowing smirks on their faces as I disrobed to reveal my drooping breasts, slightly protruding belly, cellulite streaked thighs, plumpish bottom and wrinkled labia framing the entrance to my well used vagina, that is "well used" since I'd been seeing Cactus Bill."
"I was bombarded with hateful comments, most of them unfortunately accurate, cutting me to the quick. This was my introduction to the initiation that was to follow for the next two nights and days. It appeared that Bambi was the one in charge, but I took my punishment and enormous amounts of humiliation from all of them. They wasted no time letting me know what was in store for me and warning me that failure to comply with their instructions would immediately end my initiation and thus automatically terminate my now suspended relationship with Bill, who it seemed had bedded every one of these buxom, blonde bitches who delighted in degrading and humiliating me to the point that I was often reduced to tears of frustration and embarrassment at what they forced me to do."
"It would take more time that we have for me to give you all the gory details. However let me provide some of the highlights or is it the depths of depravity that I was forced to visit. At least half a dozen times I was hobbled and then forced to "run the gauntlet", totally unable to protect myself from the assault that befell me as I staggered and even crawled from one end to the other. Each time these hellions would use a different implement to mark my bare body. On my first run they used the belts they wore as part of their costumes. The belt was made of leather and had a large ornate buckle with the initials FWF, for the team name. Bambi and one other member of the squad used the buckle end to whip me as I staggered and weaved between the quartet as they did their best to turn my body into something resembling hamburger meat from all the marks they produced. The other two walked along side of me and whipped my bare breasts until they were swollen and covered with nasty welts. I finally fell face first onto the floor and lay there exhausted as they continued to rain blows down upon my back and bottom until Bambi at last called a halt to this punishment."
"The worst run was when they used sawed-off broom handles like small clubs to decorate my battered and bruised body to the point that I lay unconscious for nearly an hour before they were able to revive me. When I returned to work in the middle of the week, I claimed to have taken a bad fall in my apartment. My former lover heard about my injuries and called me to discuss the matter, managing to ferret out what did happen to me. He was only partially sympathetic, claiming I had brought this upon myself and had to suffer the consequences. He even threatened to have me make myself available for a private session with him and his new lover to teach me a lesson I would never forget. I was petrified, but he was only joking, at least I think he was."
"By the way, the hour or so I spent unconscious was the only time I was not kept awake so I could absorb some new form of punishment or humiliation. In one particularly degrading session, I was made to kneel and they blindfolded me. Then each of them took a turn having me lick them to orgasm. My tongue was sore and swollen after the first round which must have taken hours, since they kept interrupting my efforts so that they could hold out longer. Worse still, after I finished each cheerleader, I was forced to guess who it was I had just satisfied. Failure to name her properly resulted in further punishment. My breasts were scratched with their long fingernails until they bled. My nipples were stretched and twisted until I begged for mercy. My cheeks and ears were pinched cruelly by my tormetors. I was continuously insulted and called such names as "sow, pig and cow", as I frantically licked, sucked and smooched one smooth skinned vulva after another, worming my tongue as far inside each as was humanly possible. All in all I must have spent the better part of a half day pleasuring these hoydens orally. By then my lips were chapped and swollen, and my tired tongue felt as if it weighed a few pounds. Then it was their turn to make me orgasm and that was nightmarish."
"They marched me into one of the bedrooms and tied me down to the bed, arms and legs spread wide and tied to the posts. One of them settled herself on my chest and ordered me to begin eating her out. A second started to lick my wrinkled lips, while a third sucked my clitoris until it was swollen and rock hard. This pair seated themselves comfortably on chairs beside the bed. The last one settled down between my spread thighs and began to use a vibrator on me.They would tease me until I was shaking, teetering on the verge of an orgasm, then they'd abruptly stop their efforts, leaving me high and dry. This torment went on for hours, the blonde bitches rotating so that everyone had a chance to tease and torment me to the limit. The vibrator changed from time to time, being replaced by one which was thicker, and another that could go even deeper into my sopping wet vagina."
"They began to explore my body to discover all my sweet spots so they could use this knowledge to cause me even greater distress. I did so want to squeeze off at least one trembler to retain my sanity. I remember hearing Bambi laugh as one of the blonde hoydens licked my armpit, a very sensitive area, teasing me with the tip of her dainty tongue as I shook and beads of sweat formed over my entire body. A second vibrator was added to the suite of instruments now working to bring me closer and closer to that wonderful moment when there would be sparks and the feeling of having a wave of electric energy surging through my body. That was not to be for many long hours to come."
"I had the insides of my cottage cheese mottled thighs sucked and kissed, leaving a band of hickies in the wake of those knowing lips and mouths. I began to plead with the blondes as one sexual being to another and was rewarded with cruel twisting of my nipples, fingernails scratching the interior of my vagina, just inches past the entry way, and devilish tickling of my armpits and groin. These demons seemed to be able to play me as if I was some kind of a musical instrument. How could they gain such insight in such a short time? Then I began to despair, thinking that Cactus Bill had given away all those little secrets that I had confided to him in the throes of passion."
"At long last they allowed me to have an orgasm. Even this was done in such a manner as to temper my reaction. For a long time prior to my release, one of them, who possessed a long tongue and an uncanny knack for working it into the most out of the way portions of my genitals, steadily lapped away at my labia, moving her snake-like tongue from the outer to the inner set in a smooth unhurried fashion that soon had me in some type of trance from the constant, delicate treatment she was providing. I lost track of what her companions were doing, only occasionally becoming aware of them when something new was instituted, such as a change of the vibrator that was now circulating from my swollen nippled breasts, up to make a tour of my sweaty armpits and then pausing to kiss my throat before resuming its stimulation of my breasts, which felt as if they were twice their normal size. I remember Bambi pressing her moist lips to the hollow below my throat and then moving up so that she could work her knowing tongue into my slack mouth and follow this foray by capturing and sucking my tongue until it felt as if she had removed the top layer of skin from it. While this was going on the talented tongue teasing my tender vagina moved up to envelop my swollen, throbbing clitoris, while a set of teeth began nibbling at its base."
"I was midway through my orgasm before I even realized it. The tongue never stopped swabbing my fat clit as I arched my back and tried in some way to intensify the feeling that was gently rolling through my naked body. Now another set of mouths simultaneously captured my swollen nipples and began worrying them to the point that it became painful. This triggered another more intense orgasm that ripped through me like a freight train as I groaned and writhed against the ropes holding me down to the bed. Meanwhile Bambi was still sucking my tongue and pulling it to its maximum length. I was on the verge of a sensory overload, not being able to concentrate on any one thing that was happening to me. Then abruptly the two mouths stopped working on my sensitive nipples, but the tongue swabbing my clitoris, that felt like it was now the size of a golf ball, continued its stimulation of that super sensitive nubbin of flesh. Then Bambi broke contact and released my stretched tongue, allowing me at last to focus on the activity taking place at the seat of my very being. That long tongue never stopped, even when the second orgasm had run its course. Then I heard the sound of one of the vibrators being turned on; seconds later a second buzzing announced that its mate was about to join it in some further teasing of my sweat soaked body."
"I don't know how many more orgasms I had or how long it took for them to be produced, before I began to realize that there was such a thing as too much. An orgasm takes a lot out of a woman, especially if she's my age and not used to having a half dozen or more in a matter of a few hours or so. The last one that rumbled through my quaking body like a herd of elephants stomping through a forest utterly left me breathless and totally exhausted. My clitoris was numb from all the stimulation that perpetually moving tongue had provided, so it was necessary for someone to pinch that poor piece of sex flesh and twist it cruelly to get it to respond to the vibrator that was pressed down on it. I was finished, but the cheerleaders appeared to have other plans for me. That's when I had my first experience with a strap-on dildo. It was something I'll never forget."
"I knew of this device, but until now I'd never seen it used. Bambi was the first to try it on me. The dildo was constructed of hard rubber and had what looked to be ridges carved into its sides. It was every bit as massive as Bill's fully erect sex organ, and made me wonder if perhaps his was the model for this weapon that I was about to experience. Once more I was subjected to rude remarks concerning my abdomen, which interferred with the way that Bambi wished to penetrate me. So they untied my ankles from the posts and two of them spread my legs until I thought that the tendons would be pulled free of their moorings. Bambi directed the blondes to push my legs back until I was basically balanced on the base of my spine, a most uncomfortable position. I would rather not go into the gory details of what happened to me for the rest of the evening, but suffice to say I was thoroughly skewered by each and every cheerleader, and not just once."
"The initial penetration was not as bad as I had imagined, but once she was satisfied with the angle and the way the dildo was seated within my vagina, she began to give me a workout that became most uncomfortable as she developed more confidence in how I was accommodating this invader. To my way of thinking this was a far cry from the way Bill felt while he and I were having sex, but it wasn't as painful as I thought it might be. I was to be proven incorrect on that observation rather quickly. By the time Bambi was finished plumbing my depths, I was becoming rather sore from the rubbing of the ridges as the dildo bored away inside my well stretched vagina. Things became even more painful when the next hoyden took over for Bambi. This one was no nonsense and she managed to drive it even further into me than my first assailant."
"It is a bit difficult to exactly describe when the pain became unbearable and when they finally stopped making me wish I were dead, for this round of rapes, that is. All told I endured four more sessions; every time a new and more viciously designed dildo was employed. Each was slightly longer than the one used previously, a bit thicker around and decorated with either bumps, studs or special grooves designed to scrape my vaginal lining until I bled rather freely. The factor that made the most difference had to do with the material from which the dildo was constructed. I took hard rubber versions, composite types, plastic and even one made from,I believe, stainless steel. That one made my insides feel as if they were being cut to ribbons, yet the amount of bleeding was minimal in comparison to the other types. However that may have been more the result of the carvings rather than the material. I am loathe to ever consider enduring any of them in the future."
All this talk had gotten me randy, to put it mildly. I think L-squared was aware that her tale was getting to me. She stopped talking, cleared her throat and suggested that perhaps in the interests of solidifying our working relationship and demonstrating a degree of appreciation for all my services and suggestions, I might wish to once more "sample the merchandise", so to speak. When I made a move to unlock the handcuffs, she rolled away from my efforts and laughed, declaring that for a man of the world I was in need of a better compass when it came to orienting myself correctly to the wants and needs of one's partner. I sighed the sigh of a man who knew he was outmatched and outgunned, despite the fact that my prey was naked and securely restrained, totally vulnerable for whatever I wished to visit upon her. Sure I was, I told myself as she chuckled in a husky voice and inquired whether I wanted her on her stomach or back.
( To be continued )
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