As Best As I Can Rememberl

AS BEST AS I CAN RECALL

By Lewis Chappelle

 

I am writing this now because my husband and master wants an accurate record of the events which occurred last night. I will do my best to remember the significant elements of our evening for posterity.

Frankly, my mind is a jumble of erotic thoughts as a result of the activities which took place here; my body is still sore and aflame, and my libido is still tremendously aroused by the recollections of those events.

Let me start by acknowledging that I have been a bit of a brat lately and was not surprised that Hal would tell me to prepare for an attitude adjustment after he got home from work. Hal is eight years older than I am and we’ve been married for 10 years. He has taught me many things about myself during our marriage including the realization that I’m a pain slut and really enjoy his strong hand on my body and his hard dick in it.

As a rule, Hal conducts his kinky games with me in the secret dungeon he built under our house. The place can’t be seen from outside and it’s hidden by a secret panel on the inside. He has it loaded with special equipment and implements of punishment developed just for me. Usually our sessions occur after dinner on Friday evening after the cook has gone for the day. Yesterday, however, I decided to get a jump on the evenings activities and took the liberty of dismissing the cook early and getting ready earlier than I would have normally.

Early in the afternoon I gave myself an enema and took a shower. I lubricated my asshole and inserted a butt plug. I shaved and trimmed my pubic hair just like Hal wants it and oiled my body to make it soft, smooth, and silky. Then I put on make up and did my hair to please him. My tummy looked tight, my breasts were still full and firm, and my nipples stood out as I checked myself in the mirror. “Not bad for a 32 year old,” I thought.

I padded naked toward the dungeon but stopped off at my office to write Hal a note. I found a romantic letter head style and wrote in large red letters, “Master, I’m in the dungeon and am ready for whatever you have in sore for me. Love, your submissive wife and sex slave, Laura.” Even though I knew it was tacky, I sealed the envelope with a big red lipstick kiss.

All the erotic clothing I’d need was in perfectly maintained closets and drawers hidden in the walls of the dungeon. The closets were full of shoes and leather outfits. The drawers were full of wonderful garter belts, hose, collars, corsets and waist cinchers, and great uplift bras. All kind of whips, clips, and bondage equipment were arrayed for easy access. I slipped on a pair of thick denier, thigh-high,. black hose and a very high-cut thong type panty and strapped myself into a pair of platform, five inch heels. Then I hooked the hose to a leather garter belt. I cinched my 25 inch waist in about two inches with a leather front-hook cincher and lifted my boobs into a leather half cup bra. My nipples got hard as I looked at myself in the large mirror on the wall. And, I found the touch of the leather intoxicatingly erotic.

Now for the final touches. I wrapped my ankles and wrists in large, padded-leather buckle cuffs and added a stiff leather collar around my neck. I put a large ball gag in my mouth and buckled it behind my head. I found a nice leather blindfold and gathered a few paddles, floggers, and whips. I knew I would feel each of them before the night was over.

I next lowered the electrically powered wench from the ceiling and measured how far down it needed to be for me to be stretched taut once I stepped down from a stool we had in the room for just that purpose. While standing on the stool, I attached my wrist cuffs to the “S” hooks on the chain and then kicked the stool from beneath me. My feet, in the platform heels, just touched the floor and there was no way, without help, I could escape my own devilishly ingenious bondage position.

I could feel my ribs pressed firmly into the waist cincher, my breasts heaved with each breath I took. My arms were tense above my head. My eyes, which I could see clearly in the mirror, said I was ready for anything. And, my glistening slit only verified that opinion..

I’m not exactly sure what went on upstairs during the interval before Hal made an appearance in the dungeon but it soon became clear to me that this was not going to be a normal night for either of us.

From what I’ve now have pieced together, Hal had some work that he had left at home and he needed his administrative assistant, Bobbie, to pick it up. She had never been to our home so she followed him here in her own car. Once they were in the house, Hal found the note I had left him and his masterful mind went into erotic overdrive.

It seems that Hal asked Bobbie if she wanted to see something interesting while she was here and Bobbie apparently said that she would. Hal flipped a switch which opened the secret panel to the stair well leading to the dungeon and led her down.

As he opened the heavy oak door to the dungeon room itself, Hal said, “Laura, I’d like you to meet, Bobbie, my administrative assistant. Let me take the ball gag out of your mouth so you can tell Bobbie how glad you are to finally meet her.”

My heart pounded with embarrassment and my mouth was dry from the gag.

It took a few seconds to gain my wits and composure and realized Hal had intended to test and humiliate me once he had read my note. It was not at all clear that Bobbie knew what was going on. She looked shocked to see me stretched naked before her. I swallowed a few times and said, “Bobbie, I’ve hard a lot about you and am glad to meet you even under these rather strenuous circumstances. I’d give you a hug and shake your hand but as you can see, I’m kind’a tied up at the moment. Please get accustomed to our little dungeon here and get as comfortable as you can.”

Hal seemed to catch the meaning of my comment and said, “Bobbie, have you ever seen a naked women ready and willing to be whipped?”

“Mr. Black, when you asked me if I wanted to see something interesting I had no idea what you had in mind. I’m sweating and unsure about what’s going to happen here,” Bobbie said. “But, if I may say, sir, your wife is quite beautiful and no, certainly, I’ve never seen anyone stretched and positioned quite like your wife is at the moment. She does look vulnerable to be sure.”

“Laura and I want you to feel comfortable. Do you think that’s possible Bobbie?” Hal asked. “Would you like a drink? Would you like to take your jacket off?”

“Yes, sir, I think I’d like a stiff drink of whatever you are having Mr. Black,” Bobbie said as she slipped her jacket from her shoulders.

While she had seemed flustered just moments earlier, she did not give any indication that she was ready to leave the dungeon. She sat down rather demurely in what was traditionally, Hal’s chair. And, she kept looking at me hanging in front of her with an intensity that in itself turned me on. Hal brought her a tumbler of scotch.

Even though I was on display in the most intimate way, I did take the measure of Bobbie. She was just about as tall as I was but then I was wearing my high heels. I guessed she was about five foot nine. She wore her long hair in a girlish pony tail and didn’t seem to wear much, if any, make-up. Her tailored suit fit perfectly. The length of her skirt was cut more than a few inches above her knees and left no doubt that she had nice shapely legs. Her hips flared nicely and her ass was prominent under her tight skirt. The cut of the jacket left no doubt that she was full busted. Perhaps not as full as me but certainly she was well endowed. And she had a lovely face despite the fact that she now looked light a deer caught in the headlights.

“Don’t you think that Laura has shown a lot of courage placing herself in such a vulnerable position and laying out these fine whipping instruments for me to use on her, Bobbie?” Hal asked.

“Mr. Black, I am in awe of your wife. She appears to be as fearless as she is stunningly beautiful. And, certainly she has a dazzling figure. I hope you don’t take offense, Mrs. Black, but I’m quite off guard now and I’m just telling you honestly how I feel at this moment,” she said.

“Laura, would you like it if I let Bobbie touch you right now? Would you like it if she touched your nipples or even sucked them until they were long and hard? Would you like it if she ran her fingers in your cunt to see how aroused you were? Would you kindly tell Bobbie what you want right now, slave Laura?”

Bobbie turned quickly toward Hal when she heard me refereed to as ‘slave Laura’. I think at that moment she came to grips with the fact that “Mrs. Black” was really Mr. Black’s sex toy and 24/7 submissive and that he controlled me and the situation in every way.

“Yes, Master, I am always willing to serve you and to please you. If it pleases you Master, for Bobbie to explore my body, by all means she should take her time and enjoy herself,” I said as confidently as I could. “I really mean it Bobbie.”

“Mr. Black, I’ve never touched a women in that way. I’m not sure what it would mean about me or where this could all lead,” she said.

“Bobbie, in a few minutes, Master will start to whip the snot out of me. He will surely hurt me and I will cry. It would give me some pleasure to have a another woman touch me tenderly before he does that,” I told her. “If it makes you feel any better why don’t you take off your blouse and skirt, and anything else you want, then come and kiss me.”

Bobbie hesitated but then proceeded to disrobe. Perhaps she thought that two naked women were better than one. She was down to her hose and heels in no time. Then she came to me and let her nipples touch mine. And she kissed me tenderly on the lips.

She moved back to take the measure of the impact she was having on herself and me and of course Hal. I closed my eyes as an indication of the fact that I was excited with her touch so she moved close again and let her hands move up and around my breasts. She prodded my nipples to stiff attention and sucked on them for quite some time.

Then she slid her hands down my belly. Her right hand moved to my pussy and the left hand moved to my ass. She found the butt plug and pushed it into me gently and I moaned. She used her teeth on my nipples again and again.

Hal ordered me to spread my legs apart so Bobbie could determine if I was aroused enough to feel the full erotic impact of the whipping he was about to give me. Bobbie slid her middle finger into my slit and I nearly came on the spot. Hal told her to fondle my clit with her hands which sent me into another space. The fingers of her right hand explored my pussy in all the various ways possible and I moaned until Hal made her stop.

“Bobbie, I want you to have this pain slut clean off your fingers with her mouth. Put her ball gag back in and buckle it tightly behind her head. I don’t want to use the blindfold tonight because I want this pain slut to see the whip coming at her and so she can see you suck my cock which I want you to do as if your job depends on it; which it in fact does.”

“Now Bobbie, kneel in front of the slave here and place your hands behind your head. Thrust your arms backward so your tits raise up to me while I let you suck me,” he said.

I sensed that Bobbie was having trouble taking Hal in her mouth as deeply as I usually do. That bit of personal pride aside, I was feeling put off and forsaken knowing that my Master was letting another woman’s mouth pleasure him. I don’t know if he came in her mouth or not. By that time, Hal must have known that I was in deeply flustered but ready to do anything to prove my submission and devotion to him.

“Are you ready for your punishment now, slave, Laura?” Hal said to me. He knew full well that I would be embarrassed having to answer that question in front of another woman.

“Sir, Yes, I am as ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Are you ready to have me hurt you, slave Laura?” He was shoving the embarrassing questions to me knowing full well that I was reluctant to admit my true desires. “Sir, again, I’m as ready now as I’ll ever be.”

“ Slave, do you want me to hurt you?” That question was the unkindest of all.

I gained my composure quickly and said, “Master, I’m a pain slut and I wouldn’t be here all trussed up if I didn’t want to feel the pain you can give me.”

“Good! You really are a pain slut and I’m going to enjoy tonight as much as you will I’m sure.

Hal told Bobbie to select two of the whips I had laid out on the shelf for him. I couldn’t help think that I was to be beaten by another woman's choice of whip. What would this scheming man think of next?

“Stick your ass out slave so I can whip you well,” he said. And with that he started the slow staccato beat which was to be the warm up for the severe beating I would eventually endure.

“Push your tits toward me, now slave,” was his next order.

Then, “Lift your right leg to the side so I can whip your inner thigh, slave.”

“Now, the same for your right leg,” he ordered.

For each body part he chose to strike, he asked Bobbie to hand him a different whip or flogger. My arms were aching from being held over my head for so long and my body was now trembling with pain. I started to cry but I just knew Hal was far from being done with me.

“Now hand me that thin horse whip Bobbie, I want to concentrate the pain on this slaves sensitive nipples,” he said. “And, I want you to count out loud the number of times I whip each nipple. Do you understand me Bobbie?”

“Stick out your tits slave and hold them still until I’m done with them.”

“One... two... Three …” and on and on, I lost count and couldn’t care, until she had counted to forty for each nipple. The buds were burning like hell. By then, my tears were running like water and I could hear Bobbie in front of me crying as well... What a gal...

“I want you to soothe this slaves nipples with your mouth Bobbie, but don’t touch her otherwise,” I heard him say. When her lips were touching my right nipple which seemed to be hurting worse than the left one, Hal began to flog my ass once more. And to inflame my passions he started to press on my clit with his left had while he hit me with his right.

Out of my foggy sub space I heard Hal say something like... “Bobbie, I want you to stop sucking this slave now and get the pink vibrator in the middle drawer over their. That’s Laura’s favorite one. Turn it on and run it over and around her slick slit and clit until I tell you to stop but don’t let her come. I just want to wake her up a bit.

I felt the vibrator buzzing on my pussy and Hal began to flog the back of my legs. When he told Bobbie to stop with the vibrator he turned the whip to my thighs.

“Bobbie, now I want you to spread your legs wide on the lounge over there and show us how you masturbate using the vibrator. If you want to, you can also use your fingers to get off, do you understand? I want slave Laura see you have as many wonderful orgasms as you can have while I continue to frustrate her and fuck with her mind a while longer.”

Bobbie walked away to assume her position on the lounge; my lounge with my vibrator.

In short order I heard Bobbie swearing and shouting at the top of her lungs. “O my god, O my god, O my god,” she screamed as she announced having one fantastic organism after another. Hal kept telling her to have another one and another. In my haze I could see her naked, lithe body and long, well-muscled, legs flailing lustily and uninhibitedly on the lounge. She was virtually out of control; an orgasm driven maniac.

By the time Bobbie had settled down, Hal began to whip me all over; from my neck to my knees, front and back, with a large deer skin flogger. The flogger thudded all over me but I was sure I wasn’t being bruised or cut; just hurt. I couldn’t stop crying but, in that act, I felt release and felt that Hal had asserted his dominance over me; I was indeed his to use. It was a good feeling.

I didn't feel much like screwing but I was eager to be let down because my arms were aching terribly. Hal knew that of course, but that was part of my ordeal. He loosened the tension of the wench and my body began to sag to the ground. Bobbie watched as she recovered from her own aerobic activity. Hal carried me over to the leather table and removed the cuffs, cincher, collar, and bra.

He ordered Bobbie to nurse me and nurture me back to basic reality. He gave her a special healing lotion to rub over my body. And while I laid on the table he gave me some small sips of brandy from a snifter to help the recovery process. And, then he told Bobbie to remove my butt plug and to re-lubricate my ass so he could fuck me there. Just want I needed.

Bobbie worked me over very efficiently and gave me warm hugs and soft kisses. At one point Hal left me and, for the first time, I heard soft music in the dungeon. It dawned on me that Hal must also have gone to the electronic cabinet where he kept the CD player and the expensive Kodak camera and automatic printer which he had secretly built in to the walls of the dungeon. Six different cameras had be installed at different angles in the room and all were set to take pictures at his command and then instantly make prints of the shots taken.

When he returned, Hal ordered me to my knees and lowered the table so that my cunt and ass were in perfect fucking position. “Have you ever seen another woman fucked, Bobbie?” Hal asked.

“Mr. Black, I’m 25 years old and while I’m not a virgin, my sexual experiences have been quite limited. I haven’t slept around and I’ve been very cautious. What I’ve seen here today is by far the most erotic and sensual time I have ever had in my entire life. No, I’ve never watch someone else get screwed. And, I never saw anyone get whipped either. Your slave is really a role model for me to be sure. I admire her a great deal,” she said.

“How would you like me to give you a personal taste of the erotic scene you’ve witnessed here. We could start with an over-the-knee spanking Bobbie? You have the perfect ass for an erotic spanking and your already practically naked. What do you say?”

“Well, Mr. Black, I really don’t know what to say. I never was spanked as a girl and I’m pretty grown up now. It does sound exciting though. If I like it and if it turns me on, would you let me get off again on the couch over there, sir.”

“That’s a fair deal and I am sure you will have a pleasurable experience. Before we start, I’m going to feel your cunt and rub your clit to see how your doing now and then we’ll see if there is a change after the spanking.

“You will have to accept the full spanking I decide for you. I won’t stop spanking you just because you plead with me. I’ll gauge the length and severity of this spanking based on your reaction to it but I expect you to get the full measure. OK, now over my knee, he said.”

I was looking at Bobbie from my position on the table; my ass still in the air.

Hal tucked Bobbie’s legs under his right leg and pressed her forward with his left hand. He started his strokes slowly and moderately. Bobbie started to move a bit and seemed to be reacting to the stinging slaps but Hal held her down tightly and told her to be still. She accepted his strokes as they got harder and her ass turned redder and redder. Hal reached for her left nipple and squeezed it hard and Bobbie flinched. Hal resumed his spanking and Bobbie seemed to be getting into the swing of things. He spread her legs at one point and slipped his hand into her cunt. By the way she moaned, I gathered that he had rubbed her clit. When Hal finished, he had Bobbie stand facing him with legs spread. He felt her cunt juices and her clit once again. She didn’t seem to mind.

“Did you enjoy me feeling your pussy, Bobbie?” Hal was looking her right in the eyes when he asked that question. He got his kicks asking submissive women embarrassing questions.

She looked down at the floor but Hal told her to answer him honestly and to look at him directly when she was asked to answer a question no matter how intimate or embarrassing that question was. Bobbie finally said she was aroused when Hal took the liberties he had taken and that his touch was like electric to her.

Hal asked her directly if she enjoyed the experience of her first erotic spanking and laying across his lap while he spanked her. She said that the spanking had awakened a new sense of eroticism in her and a quiet sense of being at ease which she thought might be a recognition of a her here-to-for latent submissive nature. She said the spanking had made her cunt juices flow and made her feel like she had never felt before; wanton and self confident.

“You are a perfect specimen of a budding pain slut, Bobbie, and as I see it you have the potential to be a very satisfied sexual submissive just like Laura. If you have doubts about that, I want you to look at the expression on your face in these pictures of you which were taken tonight. You are a beautiful woman but never more beautiful when you are aroused sensually. I’ll leave these pictures for you to examine at your leisure.” The remark sounded insincere at best.

“If slave Laura is your role model you have chosen a great one. If you want to, we will both work with you to see if you want to go on further in this lifestyle. Now go over to the couch and masturbate while I fuck slave Laura. We’ll be watching you!”

Bobbie must have had some pent up sexual appetite because she once again seemed to explode with sexual tension. Seeing her transformed appearance, Hal didn’t wait for Bobbie to answer his question regarding her desire to learn more about our lifestyle. After seeing her next set of ravishing orgasms, and after he was finished screwing me, he nonchalantly walked over to Bobbie and helped her to her feet. He put a blindfold over her eyes and tied her hands with cotton rope behind her back.

“Bobbie, you will remain here in the dungeon for the rest of the weekend. Right now I’m going to chain you to the wall. Your hand will remain tied so you can’t touch yourself. We will be back to continue your training in the morning after we’ve all rested. At least until Monday morning you will be treated as our sex slave. You will be kept naked and treated harshly as any good slave would be. By Monday, we’ll know better if you have the stuff to embrace this lifestyle.”

Having said that, Hal chained Bobbie to the wall of the dungeon, picked me up, turned out the lights, closed and locked the door, and carried me to our bedroom where he fucked me again.

So that’s how my night played out, as best as I can recall.

The End…

Please let me know what you think of this story… thanks,,, LC