Controlling Sarah.

4.        Let's Work Up An Appetite

With a firm grip on Sarah’s ponytail, still under her tied wrists, Nancy walked her from the kitchen to the stairs and up to the hallway.  "Prance higher, Misses Kneeler," Nancy taunted.  She dismissed the idea of making Sarah crawl, Edward needed to keep seeing Sarah as his Domme and Nancy as her superior.  As they passed Suzanne’s room, Nancy whispered in a harsh voice, "You order him to obey me as soon as you see him, give him the usual proper praise for entertaining and pleasing me too.  Understand?"  They turned and entered the master bedroom.

When Sarah hesitated with her command as they entered, Nancy called out "ten" and Ed echoed it.  Neither Edward nor Sarah knew at that moment exactly what the count represented, but they both knew it was associated with a punishment.  It was a common a method in the Domination/submission community.  "Oh, look Misses Kneeler, your husband has a little mess on his tummy.  Someone needs to clean it up, ain't gonna be me," she said with a laugh as she pulled Sarah’s hair and forced her to her knees next to Edward.

Sarah looked up at Edward with apologetic eyes before touching him.  Then she announced, "Pet, you are to obey everything Misses Clarke commands as if it were me.  She reports that you were a very good boy when you entertained her while awaiting my arrival."

Edward suppressed his reflexive reaction of glee to her praise of his host performance.  He responded, "Yes, Woman of the House, thank you so much for allowing me to please you."

Then, Sarah obediently began licking and cleaning her husband’s tummy, all the way down to his flaccid cock.  Edward could not believe she was actually touching him in that way.  It was like a dream to him, he thought that all of his obedience was finally being rewarded as she had promised for years.  Today was the "someday" that he had been waiting for, the day he gets to play as a couple.  As soon as she took his head in her mouth, what little ejaculate he had left shot to the back of her throat.  He wanted to be hard for her, to please her like her other lovers did, but his excited nervousness spoiled his moment to shine.

Sarah could smell and taste Nancy on him; it confirmed what Nancy had already told her.  She could tell he was excited, but Nancy had drained him nearly dry.  He was so animated, even while sitting obediently in the chair.  'Those cuffs are dangling free, his ankles are not even restrained!  What could she be blackmailing him with?  Was it just the sex?' she thought.  It was the first time in years that she had done anything sexual with him and he was still soft.  Sarah began to feel regret for the way she had treated her husband over the years.  If only she had done things different, maybe they would not be in this situation.  That was a crazy thought; nothing she had done to him brought this on.  Still, she was the one who invited Nancy over and told him to “entertain” her.  Of all the women she had over, why did it have to be Nancy who picked him?  The occasional man she could understand.  Nancy was a puzzle in yet another way.

"Eddie, pet, be a dear and take off the skirt of the Woman of the House?"  Hearing the private title of his Mistress took him by brief surprise.  How would she know that?  Then he remembered calling her that in Nancy’s presence several times, even though he should not have before being told by Sarah that she was a playmate.  He unzipped the skirt and gently slipped it to the floor as she stepped out of it.  He could see what he already knew, traces of dried cum on her perfect skin and more on her stocking tops.  It was Friday, one of her “date nights.”  He wanted to touch her, but did not have permission from either for that yet, so he behaved as trained, arms at his sides.

"Eddie, be a dear again and undress me too?"  He unbuttoned Nancy’s cuffs, and then the front, as he got hard again in the mouth of his Mistress.  Sarah noticed and could not believe that this 'shriveled old woman' was arousing him more than she was herself.  Nancy had the feeling that she already gained an advantage over Sarah for Edward and she ordered Edward to undo the front clasp of her satin bra brought a perfect, firm C-cup breast to his lips to prove it.  Perfect, with the help of the best cosmetic surgeon in the area.  Nancy ordered Sarah to "eat my pussy like the pro you are" while she fed Edward an erect nipple.  In short order, Nancy had a huge orgasm and Sarah could tell Edward helped.  Edward came with her and was rewarded with a kiss from Nancy and another cleaning from Sarah, who wondered, 'Is this woman stealing my life as well as my husband?  What could she be up to beyond a kinky night of rape and possible slavery play?  That story about new jobs had to be a distraction.'

"You two are beginning to learn," Nancy purred.  "Misses Kneeler, time to get on the bed, face down," Nancy announced in a singsong voice.

Sarah left her husband, got up and walked to the edge of the bed, teetering slightly already feeling weary from the experience.  In play, this would not even count as a warm-up.  This was real.  Her wrists still bound in black silk, she was barely able to get a knee up on the tall bed to climb on.  She crawled on her knees to the center and fell over face first.  As soon as she fell, Edward removed her panties, spread her legs, and secured her ankles in the locking leather cuffs, each attached to the foot-post anchors by strong chain that he prepared from Nancy’s earlier order.

Nancy petted Sarah.  "Relax, baby, we need to put these someplace safe," she said as she opened the clasp to Sarah's pearls.

Sarah cried, "Please, please don’t."  Her face sunk into the bed as she sobbed.

Nancy placed them on nightstand, continued to pet and stroke Sarah and said, "Just relax, I am being careful with them, that’s all.  Nothing will happen to them if you behave, I promise.  Stop crying and start pleasing."  She made a cell call and told someone, "Whenever you are ready, second floor."

From his earlier instruction from Nancy, Edward leaned forward and began licking Sarah’s sheer nude thigh-high stockings clean.  He worked his way up to her ass and bare pussy.  In times past, this was merely a ritual Sarah wanted from him, but this time it was a connection to her husband.  One of the fleeting connections to freedom that she had left with him.  It gave her a mini orgasm and she hoped that he noticed as she moaned.  He heard it and was shocked; she had not done that from his touch in years.  Nancy heard it too.

"Misses Kneeler, you did not ask permission."

The announcement only made Sarah wetter, which, in turn, encouraged Edward more.  Was he always this good with his mouth?  Sarah felt another building.  "Misses Clarke, may I?"

"Ten," Nancy announced and Ed echoed, "Twenty" as he licked and sucked, Sarah’s hips rocked.

"Please, Misses Clarke, please?"

"Yes, you may cum for Edward."  Sarah erupted into a long moan as soon as she heard "yes."  She did not need any encouragement to lick Nancy as her secretary sat on the bed in front of her, jerked her head up by the hair, slid under Sarah’s face, and put on a sensual leg and heel show for Edward behind Sarah’s back, rubbing them down to Sarah’s ass.  The combination of being allowed to lick his wife and seeing Nancy’s sexy legs and shoes were keeping him hard beyond his imagination and he had no hope of holding back an orgasm if his body caught back up.

At the edge of another orgasm, Nancy jerked Sarah’s head from her crotch.  "Sir Joe, welcome to the Kneeler home!"  Nancy greeted her husband and got off the bed.  Joe was a massive man, over 6' 4" tall, black wavy hair, dark olive skin and huge hands.  He was like a human mountain as he entered the bedroom wearing a long black leather duster, red and black checkered flannel shirt, overalls, and cowboy boots.  To Sarah, he looked like a farmer going to Church, a hot farmer, but a common worker nonetheless.  Ed noted the shirt looked custom, the boots hand-tooled.  Joe took off his cowboy hat, placed it crown down on the nightstand, and laid his big cigar in the polished brass incense tray, the first thing to smolder in it, ever.  Nancy took his coat as Joe patted her ass and took a deep kiss from her, and then hung the duster in the walk-in closet over one of Sarah’s suits as Joe had Ed undress him and orally "fluff" him to full erection.  The personalized label in the shirt and overalls confirmed for Ed that they were tailor-made.  Joe was toned, cut and as soon as he was hard, he appeared to have powerful muscles everywhere.  Nancy returned during the fluffing and whispered to Sarah to beg Joe to fuck her.

"Sir Joe, will you please fuck me?" Sarah said in a disappointingly unconvincing manner.  Her body wanted him, she was very wet again, but her mind just wanted it to be over.  As soon as she finished speaking, Nancy shoved a huge red ballgag in Sarah’s mouth, secured the attached black leather head harness and built-in blindfold, and then left her side.  Her eyes began to water, her jaw fully extended.

Nancy mounted Ed’s lap and debated giving him a pill from Joe's overalls, but he was hard again on his own.  "Yea baby, a good live cock is better than a dildo any day!"

Sarah screamed into the gag as Joe plunged into her.  It felt like he was ripping her ass open.  No prep, no lube, nothing but his huge rock-hard cock and a bit of Ed's saliva, attacking her toned, firm ass.  She screamed “red” as if a safeword would stop anything, it made Joe laugh.  He lifted her bound arms and sent pain through her shoulders, she screamed again and he laughed, thrusting harder.  Joe was an ass man.  The first thing that attracted him to Nancy was her perfect ass, something she still had at sixty years old.  Her face was not bad when they met, but the tanning salons and summers in the sun had taken their toll.  Sarah’s ass was already a new favorite.

By the time Joe filled Sarah’s bowels with his hot cum, Sarah was reduced to an exhausted kitten without even a purr.  She was satisfied against her will.

"Sir Joe, looks like your little bitch in heat can't keep up," Nancy said as she looked over her shoulder, then turned back to moan into Edward’s mouth.  Nancy continued to ride Ed until he subsided, squeezed his cock inside her in a way he never felt before, and then had him clean her and Joe with his mouth.  They repositioned Sarah next to Ed, standing with her ankles shackled together, head harness and ballgag removed.

"Thank you Mistress," Sarah said as she worked her aching jaw.

Nancy slapped Sarah hard, "Misses Clarke!  You need to learn this before we are back in the office on Monday!  Now, you two clean each other silently, mouths only.  Misses Kneeler, an invitation for Sir Joe and I to use your shower would be nice.  What kind of shoddy hostess are you anyway?"

Sarah cleared her throat, “Misses Clarke, would you and Sir Joe like to use my shower?  I am sure it will be to your liking.”

"That was a little better, Misses Kneeler," she said as she followed her husband to the master bath.