Denial - The Conclusion

DENIAL -- CONCLUSION

I found the story Denial by Conquered extremely interesting even though there was no conclusion.  That’s one thing I find annoying about stories online.  I usually just move on to another story, but something about this one grabbed me.  I tried to contact the author without success so I decided to write my own conclusion.  It’s based initially on events built into the original story.  After that it is a figment of my own twisted imagination.

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Maxine and I loved each other, but we’d had a long history of sexual problems.  She was usually either uninterested or too tired.  I tried to spice things up with some S&M activities and bought a box full of equipment over a period of several years.  That helped for a while, but, in time, even that faded to once a month or even less frequent.  I turned to frequent masturbation out of frustration, but found that as unsatisfying as being totally denied.

Eventually, I decided to leave Maxine, but she talked me out of it, suggesting instead that she give me something she called “negative passive denial” which she described as reinforcing my sexual validation through the very ignoring of me that she had done for years.  Her will was reinforced with a steel and leather cock cage.  I had my doubts, but I didn’t want to make any more waves.  I accepted thinking she would deny me for a week or two at most.  Instead, she found ways to deny me for months.  Eventually, we went for counseling in the hope we could find a solution we could both live with.

We’d gone to the therapist Dr. Gruen together last week; I was surprised because Maxine had gone ballistic the first time I had suggested it several years ago.  I had been asked to leave so she could talk with Maxine.  When I returned they were laughing and having a smoke together, but the conversation stopped suddenly when I had walked in the door.  After a few minutes discussion with her I thought that perhaps Dr. Gruen was sensitive to my needs, but events later in the week made me question that assessment.

First I had to beg Maxine to sleep in our bed again. I’d been assigned to the basement for the past three nights and I was tired of it.   I was forced to kneel and after begging her for the privilege, put her big toe in my mouth.  I was totally humiliated, but I was allowed back upstairs.  Maxine appeared sincere and even loving for the first time since our argument.  However, it seemed that she was and had been getting off at my expense—my denial and my humiliation.

When Saturday rolled around we finished dinner and put our young daughter to bed.  I finished cleaning up and went upstairs to find Maxine seated on the bed in a sexy negligee with my bag of S & M toys next to her.  “Dr. Gruen prescribed exactly how this must be done.  Give me your hands.”  She handcuffed them behind my back.  “Now turn around and face me,” she continued.  She opened the nipple clamps and twisted them down onto my nipples.  The pain was bad, but I thought I could handle it.  Then she tightened them further and attached the chain.  A quick yank assured her that they weren’t falling off.  I had tears in my eyes.

“Dr. Gruen told me that we are to sleep like this; it’s part of the exercise.”  She turned on the tape recorder and lay behind me, her naked breasts pressing against my back.  She asked me questions about the cock cage and how I felt about her fucking Richie, a good looking guy she had supposedly met at a club while we were supposed to be celebrating my one year anniversary in denial.  She yanked the chain to the nipple clamps causing excruciating pain every time she became angry with my response.  It seemed to me that she was angry at almost every one of my answers.  I was supposed to be truthful, but I was so terrified of the pain that I had to lie.  I had to tell her what I thought she wanted to hear.  At one point she made me contradict something I had told the therapist, commenting that she wasn’t about to let the doctor and me team up against her.  In retrospect that was a hilarious and ridiculous statement.

Finally, the inquisition ended and she pulled me up to lie face-up in her lap as she rubbed my face and ran her fingers through my hair.  That’s when she hit me with the bombshell—would I be okay with her working for Richie, the person I most hated and who I thought would ultimately destroy our marriage.  Her hand fingered the chain between my nipple clamps as I dreaded telling her the truth.  “It’s okay,” I told her, but I hated the idea.  She pulled me up, pushed me on my side and told me to go to sleep.  She was so happy that I had approved.  Tomorrow would be my turn to ask her questions. 

Believe me--sleeping when you have incredible pain in your nipples and your hands cuffed behind your back isn’t easy.  I lay there for hours, my mind wandering at first until I reached a point where I began to focus—to examine the things that had occurred since I “voluntarily” put this cock cage around my organ.  First, I was confused that she would leave it on me so long.  A few weeks seemed extreme at the time, but two months right off the bat was terribly cruel, and then making me wait for four months until Christmas was inhuman.  She had told me Valentine’s Day, but when nothing happened and I asked about it she pushed back another three months.  I found her actions through all that extremely confusing. Worse, it made me feel that I had been manipulated into the entire situation. 

I would have thought that denial would make me super horny and super hard once I was released, but I wasn’t.  Most of the time I had a world of trouble getting hard and even more keeping it there.  I was confused about that, too.  Same with my ejaculations; they should be powerful semen-laden eruptions, but they weren’t—my semen barely dribbled from my semi-erect cock.  I found that confusing, also.  As I looked back I found that virtually everything that had happened was confusing.  I’m no dope.  I’m a successful financial consultant so I’m fairly analytical and my analysis of what had happened to me was disturbing.  I lay there in the dark listening to my wife’s quiet breathing wondering if I had been set up.  Maybe tomorrow would give me some clues.  It was well after four when I finally fell asleep.  Of course, Maxine woke early and made a big deal of removing the clamps and handcuffs.  The blood returning to my numb nipples hurt so much I had to cover my mouth with the pillow.  Even then the pain was incredible.  I got no sympathy from Maxine.  “Suck it up, you sissy.  These ARE your toys, aren’t they?  Don’t you enjoy them?  Then why are you crying?  Make the bed while I get breakfast.”

After breakfast I told Maxine I had some work to do.  I don’t like to lie, but she had given me no choice.  I use my computer extensively so I would seem to be hard at work at the computer when, in reality, I was checking some of my theories on Google and Bing.  A lot of the information I found was nonsense, but I did find some interesting and worthwhile information on a site called “DevotionalSex.com.”  What was printed there seemed to be impartial and factual.  Most importantly, it reinforced my feelings, but not my experience.  Getting out of the cage should have resulted in a super hard erection and a massive ejaculation.  I wondered why that hadn’t happened with me.

After dinner I cleaned up again while Maxine put our daughter to bed.  I showered and prepared myself for the exercise.  Maxine started the tape recorder and lay on the bed.  “Aren’t there any instructions I’m supposed to follow?”

“Not really, only for yours.”  I thought that was interesting—detailed instructions for me…nothing whatsoever for her.

“Okay, what am I supposed to do if your answer makes me angry?”

“I’m not sure.  Find a way to tell me.  You’ll think of something.  Go ahead and begin.  I’m tired.”

Great—she’s tired; I’m the one who was up all night.  “Okay, why did you find it necessary to fuck Richie in his club?”

She was annoyed, “Didn’t I explain that to you already?  I did it for you and to thank them for the drinks.”  I smacked her butt.  “What the hell was that for?”

“I was letting you know that your answer made me angry.  Next…why did you have to humiliate me by having sex with Richie at his party?”

“What the hell is it with you?  Haven’t I explained this to you already?”  She was screaming at me.  “Get up and go sleep in the basement.  You’ve destroyed the entire exercise.”

“I don’t see what you’re so upset about.  Wasn’t I supposed to ask personal questions…things I was concerned about?  If anyone’s destroyed it, Maxine, It’s you.”

“Just get out of here, you bastard.  Here I am trying to resolve our issues and you refuse to understand or cooperate.  You already know that I did those things so we could have a normal sex life instead of some freaky, perverted crap!”  She slammed the door, waking our daughter.  “Now see what you did.”

“Maxine…I’m confused.  This whole thing has me so confused.”  I thought I saw a small smile, really a smirk come to her face.  I left to comfort our child en route to my temporary sleeping quarters below ground.  I had said I was confused, but I was seeing things much more clearly now—clearer than I had in more than a year.  I needed answers and I thought I knew how to get them.

Maxine barely spoke to me for the next few days until the time came for our appointment with Dr. Gruen.  We walked in together; I folded my baseball cap and placed it on a file cabinet.  Maxine hadn’t even been seated for a second when she began, accusing me of destroying the process.

“Perhaps it would be best, John, if you left us alone for a while.  I’ll speak with Maxine and then I’ll see you later.  Do you mind?  Why don’t you go down to Starbucks and get a cup of coffee?  You look tired.”  I turned and walked out to the car.

“Is he gone yet?”

“Not yet, Maxine.  Just wait a minute longer until I’m sure he’s driven away.  Okay.  So I guess the week went pretty well.”

“Yeah, he is such a dope.  He actually thinks I want to resolve our issues.  All I have to do or say is ‘I did it for you,’ and he believes me.  I’ll tell you, Joanne, Richie is a genius.”

“Yes, he’s not my favorite nephew for nothing.  I think that meeting him at that coffee shop was a real turning point for you.”

“It certainly was!  He came on to me like only a self-assured handsome man can and I don’t know why, but I told him all about John.  ‘You can really mess with a man’s mind with one of those things, you know.’  Those were his exact words.  Little did I know how right he was.  We sat and talked for more than an hour about everything I could do to him.  When he told me he could get drugs that would make it hard for him to get it up I almost laughed.  He gave them to me the next night and that was the first time we made love.  One thing I’ve learned from this is that I don’t hate sex… I just hate it with John.  Then Richie explained how I could make him my cuckold.  If I did it slowly and confused him at every turn I could break him emotionally and mentally.  I still need him to work for me.  He earns good money, but by the time I’m done he’ll be my slave.  I’ll be able to anything and everything to him!”

“That’s why you’re here, Maxine—so I can help you.  Speaking of that, I ordered the new chastity device after our session last week.  You’ll love this one.  It’s solid stainless steel with secure screws you need a special wrench to open and, get this, there’s a special all-stainless cage for his balls.  I think they’ll be squeezed quite a bit and extremely painful if he ever gets stimulated.  Naturally, that’s all you’ll do—stimulate him--but give him no relief.  I suggest you keep the key in a safe deposit box—one only you can access.”

“  He’ll never get out of that.  Any idea when I’ll have it?”

“They said six to eight weeks because it’s coming from Germany, so that’s only five to seven from today.”

“I can’t wait.  Oh, I have such wicked ideas.  I’m going to make him kneel while he’s handcuffed and chained and watch while Richie fucks me then he’ll clean my cunt and lick Richie clean, too.   And I’ll make him do it after Richie’s been in my ass.  I can just see him eating my shit and loving it.  He’ll live in the basement permanently.  That was a great idea, by the way.  Thanks.  You should see his reaction when I tell him to sleep there.  It’s all I can do to keep from laughing.”

They continued their plans until Dr. Gruen saw me return.  I knocked and walked in, “Oh, there’s my cap.  I wondered where I had left it.  May I use your rest room before we begin?”  I picked up the cap and walked into the men’s room.  I opened it and turned off my digital recorder, flushed the toilet and washed my hands.  I put the compact machine into my pocket and walked out to meet with Dr. Gruen.  As expected, she berated me for sabotaging the exercises.  Nothing I said made any difference, even when we listened to the tape and I told her it was Maxine who destroyed everything, not me.  I walked out that morning with instructions to apologize to Maxine and do whatever she said as a punishment.  I couldn’t believe my ears.

I drove her home and told her I had some business affairs I had to deal with.  She was upset, but I reminded her that I had to earn a living.  She told me I’d be in pain when I returned.  Instead of a meeting, I drove to the supermarket and parked at the far end of the lot where it’s quiet and traffic is light.  I turned on the recorder, a high-quality digital Olympus and listened.  I could barely believe my ears.  Maxine had met and fucked Richie only days after I began my period of denial.  I had been drugged to destroy my erection and orgasm on those rare occasions that I was allowed out.  Everything had been done to destroy me.  I stopped the machine and drove to my lawyer’s office.  We listened to the recording and Frank asked me what I wanted to do.

“Do you know a good and responsible private detective?  I’m pretty sure she’s fucking this guy when she’s supposed to be at work.  I’ve noticed her clothes a bit askew when she comes home.  I need someone who will work quickly, because I have to get everything done before this new cage comes.  This will probably take a while because I also need a place to live”

“As a matter of fact, I can help you on both fronts, John.   A friend is going to spend the next eighteen months in England studying at the London School of Economics.  I’m sure she’d be willing to sublet, even on a month-to-month basis.  It’s furnished nicely—two bedrooms, a living room, dining, kitchen and bath.  I think you can get it for under a thousand a month.  I’ll call her in London after you’ve gone.  For a detective, I’ve used Henry and Associates several times.  They’re excellent and right here in this building, three floors down.  I thanked Frank, telling him I would be in touch and that I wanted him to hold the memory card in his safe in case anything happened to me.  He thought I was being a bit melodramatic, but did agree in the end also to make some CD’s of the recording.  He called the detective and asked if I could meet with him.  Five minutes later I was seated in his office.

It was nothing like what you see in the movies.  If anything, it was more plush and luxurious than Frank’s office.  I met Steven Henry, the head man, who looked nothing like what I thought a private detective would look like.  He was about five feet ten and thin, wearing an expensive gray suit, starched white shirt, and maroon paisley tie.  He closed the door and showed me to a seat on a leather love seat.  “How can I help you?”

I explained what had happened and what was planned for me.  I told him how my wife who I loved deeply was cheating on me while trying to pretend that she wanted to repair our marriage.  I told him about Richie and Dr. Gruen and their roles.  I told him everything.  He told me to relax; he’d handle everything.  I wrote a check for his retainer and left, not too eager to experience what my wife and that bitch therapist had devised for me.  Before leaving I reminded him of my deadline.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about that, John.  Come and look in my closet.”  I followed him in and stood amazed when he turned on the light.  On a shelf there had to be at least fifty cock cages, all stainless steel and all with some kind of special screw rather than a lock.  “It’s easy to feel that you’re the only man this has happened to, but I assure you that you’re not.  We’ve bought all these devices just for situations like yours.  From your description I’d say they’re looking at…this one.  What he held up was a monstrosity.  I cringed even though I didn’t think I’d ever wear it.

Maxine was waiting for me at the door.  “Get in here and strip.  It’s time for your punishment.”  Now, I could have avoided this, but I wasn’t ready and I didn’t want to give Maxine and company any warning.  I’d strike when I was ready—when I was sure I had the goods on them.

She led me to the basement and it was obvious that she’d turned the heat off.  It was cold and it was mid-day.  She locked the handcuffs behind my back and tied a strong rope to the chain.  The rope was looped over a beam and pulled up.  My arms were pulled above my head, placing a tremendous strain on my shoulders.  She tied my ankles apart to the steel supports that held the main beam in place.  Now the stress on my shoulders was magnified terribly.  I was already in terrible pain, but I had to listen to her justify it as being in the best interests of our marriage.  “I don’t know why I go through all this for you, John.  All I want is for us to have a normal life and a normal sex life and look what you make me do.”

“Don’t feel you have to do anything on my behalf,” I grunted, the pain obvious in my voice.

She had picked up the nipple clamps.  “I’m only doing this because you’re forcing me by being uncooperative.  Don’t you want to have a normal life?”

“Yes, of course.  It’s just that sometimes I’m so confused about things.  Sometimes I have trouble thinking straight.”  Actually, I was afraid I was laying it on a little thick, but Maxine swallowed it.  I grimaced again as she ratcheted the clamps tightly onto my already bruised nipples.

“Okay, let’s see how you like staying here like this for a few hours.  I’ll check up on you later, if you behave.  I don’t want to hear a sound out of you.  I’m having company.”  I wanted to ask who, but I thought I already knew.  How long before she thought I’d be cleaning up Richie’s cock?  I’d been in positions like this before when playing my S & M games, but never quite this bad.  I knew what I had to do mentally to survive.  I needed to go somewhere else—some place neither conscious nor unconscious.  I found it fairly quickly, fortunately.

Without my watch I had to rely on my alarm clock, the one Maxine had put here when she moved me down to the basement.  Damn!  She had turned it to the wall.  I had heard someone come in and some laughing, no doubt about me.  Then I heard them climb the stairs.  It was some time before I heard them climb back down.  Finally, after he had left Maxine walked down to check on me.  “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson yet?”

“Yes…pl…please.  I can’t take it any more.  I’ll do whatever you need.”  Apparently that satisfied her.  She untied my arms allowing me to stand and take the strain off my arms.  My legs were next.

“I don’t want to hear a sound when I take these off you,” she said, referring to the nipple clamps.  “You’re still cuffed so I can put you right back if you don’t behave.”  I promised I’d be quiet; it was all I could do not to howl in pain as the blood rushed back into my tender tissue.  Finally, she unlocked my hands.

“Okay if I go up and take a shower to warm up?  I’m freezing down here.”  She kissed me and patted my butt as she pointed up the stairs.  “Good cop-bad cop,” I thought; more to confuse me—to break me down.  I kept my thoughts to myself as I tottered up the stairs.  Stepping into the hot shower was the best thing I’d experienced all day.  Thankfully, there wouldn’t be too many more like this before I could escape.

A week later I went to meet with Mr. Henry.   I wasn’t expecting much in the way of a report, but I was wrong.  “Let me show you something,” he began, turning on his TV.  A picture of an office came into view.  He did something with a remote and the picture rewound.  I recognized Richie and his bartender Tony lounging in the office.  The date and time showed it was the night I had met him—the night of my punishment.  Even I was shocked to see my wife walk in.  She sat on Richie’s lap and told him all about how she had punished me while they had fucked the afternoon away.  They laughed like crazy.

“I may have to think of some excuse to do it again.  I loved seeing him so helpless and vulnerable.  I think one of these days I’ll knee him in the balls just for the fun of it.”  There was laughter all around until Richie told her to get naked.  I was even more amazed when she did.  She fell to her knees and began to suck his big cock.  I thought I was bigger than average, but he was huge.

I looked at Mr. Henry for some reaction, but he was like the sphinx.  “How’d you get this camera right into his office?”

“It wasn’t that hard…make some bad static on the phone line, intercept the call for repair, and send a couple of my boys in for the job.  Then when the guy repairing the phone explains the problem the other locates and installs the cameras.  These are really tiny so they will only transmit for about ten days.  I think that will be more than enough.  There’s more than one in case the first is found.  Now watch this.”  He fast forwarded a couple of hours.  Maxine was still there and she was still naked, but she was a mess, with semen in her hair and covering her face.  When she turned around I could see it dripping from her asshole.

Richie turned behind his desk and opened a safe and pulled out a vial.  He scooped some powder out onto a mirror and spread it into three lines.  I was appalled when Maxine took two of the three lines.  “Is that cocaine,” I asked.

“Yeah, and a lot.  More than enough to qualify as possession with intent to distribute, a Class A felony.  Of course, your wife is shown snorting it.  There’s more…a lot more--videos of them on the street and in a motel room.  Incidentally, she never goes to the so-called health club she’s supposed to be managing.  I can put together discs and a written report.  I’d say you have more than enough whatever you decide to do.”  I told him exactly what I wanted done and I wanted it by the weekend.  He saw no problem getting everything done.  I paid the rest of his fee and went home to work.  I still had to earn a living.

I feigned illness the next time we were supposed to meet the esteemed Dr. Gruen.  I blamed it on my hours naked in the cold basement.  Even Maxine couldn’t argue with that.  She acted concerned, but Steven Henry had bugged the therapist’s office and I was able to listen to everything they said.  I used the time alone to phone my credit card companies and cancel her cards.  When she told me she had to leave early for work I took our daughter to the bank and closed our joint account, depositing my half in another bank that held my business account and getting a certified check for the remainder.  I was many things, but I wasn’t about to put myself on Maxine’s level by stealing.

Maxine could barely walk when she got home around two the following morning; I could see remnants of semen in her hair and on her eyebrows.  She was surprised I was still up.  “I was worried,” I explained.

She smiled, “Love me?”

“You know it,” I replied as I led her by the hand up to the bedroom.  I went to sleep and she took a much needed shower.  She fell into bed thirty minutes later, her hair still wet.

She was supposed to go to work at eleven the following morning.  I kissed her good-bye around 10:30 and began to move my stuff out.  I took my computer, monitor and printer.  Next were all my records, although most of them were on the computer or discs.  There were a bunch of DVD’s, and, of course, my manuals and journals.  They took up the first trip.

My clothes took three trips.  I loaded my toiletries into the car and left them there as I waited for Maxine to return home.  Taking the kitchen shears I carefully cut the leather strap on my cock cage.  I’d never agree to wear something like that again.  I placed it in a large box along with the DVD of her in Richie’s office and the CD of her conversations with Dr. Gruen.  I put the check in there with a letter of explanation.  I laid it on the dresser right on top of a large manila envelope—a copy of Henry’s report.  Then I sat and watched TV until it was time to feed our daughter and put her to bed for the night.  Thankfully, she was too young to understand the trouble her mother would be in.

I made a drink—a strong one and watched TV again until she returned just past two.  I got up and met her at the door.  I spoke before she had a chance, “It’s over, Maxine.  I’m leaving.  I suggest you check out the box and envelope on your dresser.  No, don’t say a word.  You’re a mess and you have ropes of cum in your hair.  I guess work was pretty grueling, eh.  Good-bye.”  I walked out the door, got into the car, and drove away.

My letter said: “Maxine, when you’ve looked at the DVD and listened to the CD you will understand that I’ve known of your plans for me for some time.  Sorry to spoil them, but I have no interest in becoming your or anyone’s slave.  Don’t think that you can capture me and turn back the clock.  Both Frank and the private detective have duplicate copies of these documents and will go to the police if I don’t check in with them regularly.  They have plenty on you as well as Richie and the un-esteemed Dr. Gruen.  You can phone me on my cell if you have anything of interest or value to discuss.  Otherwise, have fun fucking Richie while it lasts.

“The check represents exactly half of the amount in our joint account at Federal.  I closed it as well as all your credit cards.  The classifieds in today’s paper have the required ad that I will not be held responsible for debts incurred by anyone other than myself.  This is not over for any of us yet, but it will be soon.  John.”

I cried all the way to the apartment.  I really did love Maxine in spite of everything she had done to me and I would miss our daughter, but not for long.  I wasn’t kidding when I said it would all be over soon.  Steven Henry and I had an appointment with the DEA Monday morning.  I’d turn over everything I had to them in the hopes there would be enough to begin a formal investigation.  Of course, Maxine was on the video snorting coke several times, but those were the breaks.  Maxine was a teacher—a person who should show a moral example to her students.  Instead, she had acted like a cheap whore all summer and for more than a year before that, as well.

Frank was preparing a complaint against Dr. Gruen for her treatment of me which could hardly be considered therapeutic or professional.  Time would tell what would happen.  I actually knew even more, but there was plenty of time for those issues to surface.  The house of cards collapsed even sooner than I had thought.

It was roughly a month later that the doorbell rang.  I looked through the door’s small window to see Maxine standing and crying.  I opened the door and let her in.  It was all she could do to explain what I already knew—Richie had dumped her.  She was alone.

“I’m not surprised, Maxine.  You weren’t his first and I doubt you’ll be his last.  You see, the detective learned that he’s been named as co-respondent in three divorce cases.  All the women were much like you—married and attractive.  In each case he tried to destroy his competition—the husband.  Unfortunately, he loses interest easily.  However, I doubt he’ll have much of a chance to repeat in the near future.  The FBI and DEA will raid the club tonight.  They have reason to believe he has a big drug shipment coming in.  He and all his trusted partners are headed for the slammer.

“Your friend Dr. Gruen is about to lose her license to practice and she’s facing a few felony charges, too.  Besides the charges, I’m suing both of them for a variety of things, all designed to cause me physical and emotional harm.  And then, there’s you, Maxine.  You’re on the videos about ten times snorting coke or worse.  The police have that information and that means the Board of Education has it, too.  Expect to be fired and you’ll be extremely lucky if you don’t go to prison, but, don’t worry, I’ll take you back…with a few conditions.”

“What…(gasp)…what conditions?”

“Obviously, you are never to have any interactions with Richie or any of his crowd.  That should be easy, considering they don’t want anything to do with you.  See how easy this is going to be?  Second, there will be no excuses when it comes to sex between us.  You will satisfy me every day if I wish-mouth, pussy, ass, whatever I choose.  If you could do it for Richie you can do it for me.  And then, there’s this…”  I reached under the chair and pulled out a large box.  Maxine cringed when she saw it.  “Yes, it’s exactly what you think it is—a beautifully crafted stainless steel chastity belt.  Why don’t you try it on for size?”

“But….”

“There are no buts, Maxine.  If anyone needs negative sexual validation, passive or active, it’s you.  Your behavior has been deplorable so there are no buts.  Either put it on right now or get out.”  Maxine was defeated, but not so much as to complain again about the belt.

“There’s two dildos attached!”

“Exactly right; one for your pussy and one for your ass.  Now strip down and put it on.  That’s all right-- we’re still married besides I want to see your tits.”  Maxine dropped her clothes onto the floor and stepped into the belt.  I lubed the dildo for her cunt and helped her slide it in.  I did the same for her ass then I tightened the strap that ran up her ass crack and locked it onto the belt.

“Very good…that looks great on you.  Turn around so I can see the front…truly a beautiful job if I say so myself.

“Uh, John, how am I supposed to…you know…go to the bathroom?”

“Well, to pee you just sit on the toilet, but you’ll need permission to move your bowels.”

“What?”

“Yeah, here’s how it works.  You’ll call me on my cell and if I’m in a good mood I’ll let you go.  See, the latch is controlled by this remote which sends out an ultra high frequency sound.  We can’t hear it, but it would probably drive a dog crazy.”  I pushed the remote and the latch separated.  “You’ll have exactly ten minutes to do your business, get the dildo back in position and re-latch the belt.”

“And what happens if I don’t?”

“This,” I pressed the button again.

“AAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!!”  She fell to the floor, writhing in pain.

“That was the lowest setting.  A minute later it will repeat, but at level two.  Want to try it?”

“No, I’ll get back into it,” She rammed the dildo home and pushed the belt into the receiver.

“Maxine, you had me in that monstrosity for close to eighteen months.  You denied me and got off on my denial.  That wasn’t enough though, was it?  You drugged me to destroy my rare orgasms and my self-esteem.  You had to try to enslave me.  Want to eat my shit?  No, I don’t know why not.  You expected me to eat yours, didn’t you?”

We were interrupted by the phone.  I picked up my cell.  “I think you’ll find this of interest, dear.  Hello?  Yes, Chief, she is here.  What?  Okay, I’ll bring her in tomorrow morning around ten if that’s okay.  I think she’ll enjoy a good breakfast first.  Okay, we’ll see you then.”  I closed the phone and turned to Maxine.  “You got a reprieve.  You can take it off.  I have to deliver you to the police station at ten tomorrow morning.  You’ve been indicted on drug charges.  That’ll be the end of your teaching career, but it’s exactly what you deserve, isn’t it?”  I pressed the button and the belt fell from her body.

“Seeing you naked makes me think we should do something I’ve wanted to do for more than a year.  Now that I’m off those drugs I won’t have any trouble getting hard and since I’ve been cumming regularly I’m sure I’ll last long enough for you.  Just lie here on the floor while I get a towel.  I wouldn’t want to damage the carpet.

I made her suck my cock to make me hard.  Not surprisingly, I had no difficulty getting and maintaining my erection.  I plunged it into her cunt, not caring whether she was lubricated or not.  I pumped her hard and just before cumming I pulled out and moved up to her face.  “Open up and swallow.”  She was reluctant, but she did open her mouth just in time.  I poured what seemed to be a gallon of semen down her throat.  “That was good, Maxine.  Apparently you did learn something worthwhile with Richie.  Now, go home and I’ll pick you up around nine o’clock.  Get a sitter and tell her that you’ll be gone all day.  If they keep you there I’ll move back home.  I’ll wait for you—as long as it takes.  You’ll wear the belt once you’ve been released.  In spite of everything I still love you.  There will be some other changes, but nothing you can’t handle…nothing more than you expected me to do.”  Maxine sat on the chair and cried.  She finally realized what she had and what she had wasted.

After picking her up the following morning I explained that I had been working very closely with the police.  She’d find out how closely soon enough.  “They have you on video at least ten times snorting cocaine which is bad enough, but the main charge has to do with the drug you used on me.  It’s banned in the U.S. because it’s so dangerous.  Don’t even think of denying your involvement.  They executed a search warrant that evening just before I left—while you were supposed to be working for Richie instead of working under Richie.  They have you cold.  I strongly suggest you wait until you have counsel—don’t expect me to pay for one—and then try to trade your testimony for reduced time and charges.  They do that all the time and they’ve told me that they will trade.  I think you’ll still have to plead guilty to some felony, but you’ll get a suspended or reduced sentence.

“Okay, we’re here.  Let’s go.  Remember to keep your mouth shut.”  We walked together into the station.  “Maxine, this is Sgt. Rizzo; you need to go with her.  By surrendering like this, you’re technically not arrested, but you still need to be processed.”

“Processed?”

“Yes,” Sgt. Rizzo replied, “stripped and cavity searched.  I’ll also read you your rights and ask you to sign a document stating that I’ve done that.  We have a public defender here for you until you can get your own attorney.  I suggest you follow his advice.  You’re in a lot of trouble, Maxine.  You could get ten years.”

“Ten years?  I didn’t even know those drugs were illegal.”

“I suggest you remain silent.  I’ve gotten to know your husband over the past month and I like him, so as a favor to him…button up!”  Sgt. Rizzo took Maxine by the arm and led her away.  She turned just before passing through the door and winked.  I blew her a kiss in reply.

Maxine asked for me to be present during her questioning.  Tina—Sgt. Rizzo—brought me to her.  We whispered some plans as we worked our way through the building.  She did search me, laughing as she claimed it was standard procedure.  “You going to strip me?”

“Yeah, but not here, John.  I can’t wait until you make her your slave.”

“Seems fair, she was going to do it to me.  How’s she doing?  What should I expect?”

“Well, I’d say she’s terrified…and extremely vulnerable.  I hope she follows her attorney’s advice.”  She stopped at a door, knocked, and we entered.  Maxine sat at a table, tears in her eyes, wearing the most unflattering orange jumpsuit.  Next to her was a young man in a gray suit and wire rim glasses—obviously a public defender.  Sgt. Rizzo introduced me, turned and left. 

I sat and the lawyer began, “I think we can challenge the recordings if you’ll say you were acting on behalf of the police.  That way they’d need a warrant which they didn’t have.”

“So, is this what they teach in law school these days…suborning perjury?  Those recordings were done by a private detective because I was sure my dear wife was fucking someone else.  Nobody forced her to do that and nobody forced her to do those drugs.  I assure you, she definitely knows how to say ‘no.’  She said it to me plenty of times when I asked for sex, but she managed to fuck some loser drug dealer on a daily basis.  Forget it…I’m not going to lie.  I think her best chance is to sell her testimony for a plea bargain.  Even if the videos were thrown out they still have the drug she used on me with her fingerprints all over the bottle and traces of it in my blood.  If this is why you wanted me I might as well go home.  I’d like to see my daughter.”

“Please, John…I want you to stay.”  Turning to the attorney she continued, “I value John’s opinion.  That’s one thing I’ve learned from this mess.  Please try to work out a deal.  I’ll testify even though I’m terrified of Richie and his friends.  I thought I loved him, but I can see now that he’s a thug.”  The attorney rose and knocked on the door.  It was opened from the outside and he left.

“Oh God, John, I never thought anything like this would happen.”

“Truthfully, Maxine, you never thought…period.  What the hell happened to you?  You were always so level headed; next thing you’re making me your slave, telling me all those lies, and all on the advice of a total stranger.  Okay…not a TOTAL stranger—you did fuck him more times in a month than you did me in four years.  However, that will change if and when you get out of here.”  We were interrupted by the arrival of two detectives.  They turned on a laptop and played “excerpts” of Maxine’s drug use and sexual activities.  They also showed her the evidence involving the opiate she used to destroy the few erections and orgasms I was permitted.

Finally, she asked, “What do you want and what will I get?”

“We’ll give you a plea bargain.  Let’s wait until your attorney returns.  I understand he’s working out a deal as we sit here.  Can we get you something to drink?”

Maxine declined, but I asked if the coffee was decent.  “Yeah, believe it or not we have one of those single cup brewers.  I accepted a cup—black, no sugar.  An hour later the bargain was set.  Maxine would plead guilty to possession of a controlled substance and receive a suspended sentence and five years probation, including regular visits to a probation officer and urine and blood testing.  In return she would give a deposition and later testify at Richie’s trial.  She was released in my custody.  We finally walked out of the station around three that afternoon.

Back in my apartment I told her to strip.  Once naked I made her put on the chastity belt.  “Get dressed and go home.”  Handing her a slip of paper I continued, “Be at this address tonight at 8:00 sharp.  Don’t be late.  Oh, yeah…don’t forget to phone me if you need  to…well, you know.  Wear a top and a pair of shorts—no bra and no panties when you show up tonight.  We’re going to celebrate.  Isn’t that what you told me when you set me up at Richie’s club?”

“Are you ever going to forgive me?”

“Maybe, but not for at least the first eighteen months; for now, be satisfied to know that I still love you and I’m not throwing you away.  Here’s money for the sitter.  Now get going”

Maxine arrived early, walked to the door and read the note: “Remove your clothes and put on the leather ankle and wrist cuffs, locking them in place.  Come into the living room and kneel.  Wait there.”  Maxine looked up and down the street.  Fortunately it was deserted.  She decided to put on the cuffs first so she wouldn’t be exposed for so long.  Had she realized she was being watched she might have followed the directions more precisely.  She walked into the strange house at 8:15 and knelt in the living room.

I strolled in naked, handcuffs and chains in my hands.  “Hands behind your back, Maxine.” Once she was handcuffed I asked her, “Is that too tight?”  After shaking her head no, I fastened her ankle cuffs together and ran a chain from her cuffs to her ankles.  A small padlock was all that was required to bind her securely.

“Okay, Maxine here’s what’s going to happen.  In a few minutes my lover will walk in here with an airbed.  We’re going to make love right here in front of you.  Don’t be surprised.  Some women actually find me attractive enough to want to fuck me.  Ever eaten a pussy?  You will tonight and you’ll suck my cum from her cunt.  Then you’ll clean my cock.  I think I might have you lick my ass.  Maybe you’ll get lucky and I’ll give you a couple of farts just to spice things up a bit.  Oh…don’t cry, Maxine.  This is exactly what you wanted from me, isn’t it?  Ahhh, here she is now.”

“Well, hi there, Maxine.  I’ll bet you didn’t expect to see me again so soon, did you?  Like me out of uniform?  I’m younger than you and I’ll bet I have a better body.  Most of all, I just love fucking your husband.  He’s such a considerate lover.”

“Sgt. Rizzo?”

“In the flesh…oh, I guess that was a bad joke.  When John came in to report Richie for his drug activity we worked closely until one day when he got up the nerve to ask me to dinner.  The rest, as they say, is history.  We never did make the restaurant, did we darling?”

“No, we made love right here on the floor all night.  I was sore as hell the next day, but it was worth every ache and pain to find someone who appreciates me.  Now, watch and learn.  If you turn away you’ll be punished.  You already have one coming for not following directions outside.

Tina laid the bed onto the floor and we dropped a sheet over it.  She knelt to massage my cock to firmness then Maxine watched in amazement as it disappeared down her throat.  Tina pulled back and looked at Maxine, “I love the taste of him.  His pre-cum is just delicious.”  She licked the oozing liquid from my tip, savoring every drop.  She wiped some with her finger and placed it at Maxine’s mouth.  Obediently, she opened and licked Tina’s fingers clean.  “Good girl; maybe there’s hope for you yet.  Just obey and you’ll be fine.”

I took the opportunity during this brief discussion to kneel facing my lover.    I hefted her luscious firm C-cup breasts in my hands, bringing my mouth to one to suckle.  “Oh, John…that feels so great.  I want you now.”  I took the hint and lay back so Tina could straddle me.  Her short black hair framed her face with her high cheek bones and flashing brown eyes as she sank onto my hard erection.  Her mouth formed a perfect “O” as she expressed her rapture silently.  Tina sat there, unmoving, eyes closed.  “Damn, Maxine, what the fuck’s wrong with you.  This cock is driving me crazy and I’m not even moving.  He’s filling me up just fine.  Okay, baby here we go.”

Tina began a slow sensual rocking motion.  Her full breasts moved in time as I reached up to massage her tender tissue and roll her nipples between my fingers.  I couldn’t take my eyes off her beautiful toned body, the body that had given me such pleasure over the past three weeks—more pleasure than I’d had with Maxine in the past six years or more.

I rose to meet her and glanced at Maxine.  Her eyes were glued on Tina’s hard body as she rode my cock.  Up and down, back and forth this incredible woman rode me, making the friction we’d need to reach our orgasms.  Cumming was necessary for what we wanted to achieve—humiliating Maxine and driving her swiftly into slavery—the same slavery she had planned for me.  Several minutes later I came, blowing what seemed like gallons of cum into Tina’s snatch.  I rested for a few seconds before telling Maxine to get ready.

“You’re always going to be a part of our love-making, Maxine.  Put your head up and lick Tina clean.  Be sure to suck all that delicious cum from her cunt.”  Tina stood and lowered her body to Maxine’s mouth.  Maxine covered Tina’s snatch with her mouth.  I saw the tears falling from her eyes.  At the last second she pulled back, shaking her head “no.”  Tina lashed her back with the crop she’d hidden in the chair and Maxine howled in pain.

“You never pull away from either one of us.  Do you understand, bitch?”  Tina belted her again, raising a welt almost immediately as the crop took its toll on Maxine’s tender skin.

“Hold it a second, Tina. Let me explain the facts of life to you, Maxine.  You’re finished.  You have no future other than what Tina and I are willing to give you.  You had a job, but that’s gone forever.  Who would hire you—a confessed and soon to be convicted felon?  Frank has told me that if we were to divorce I’d almost certainly get custody…and the house.  Besides, one word from me and your probation would disappear.  You’d go to prison, so get your mouth open and your tongue active.  You’ve still got to take care of my cock.  If you don’t…well, we have no real use for you, do we?”

Maxine knew she was beaten.  She moved back forward and took Tina into her mouth.  It was funny watching her lick up the semen as it dripped from Tina—not ha-ha funny, pathetic funny.  I felt great finally getting the best of her after all she put me through.  Maxine lapped Tina’s cunt for more than five minutes as Tina directed her here and there.  Finally satisfied, she pushed Maxine forward to my cock.  “Lick up everything on his cock and abdomen, cunt.  I don’t want to see anything on him or I’ll beat you until you bleed.”  Nothing like a little encouragement to motivate my wife!  I couldn’t hold back a little chuckle as Maxine licked and sucked everything from my organ.

I let her relax once she was done.  She was able to sit on the floor once I had released her bondage.  “Let’s get started with a few rules.  First—you will never wear either a bra or panties at home.  A simple top and pants is all while our daughter is around and awake.  Once she is in bed you will be naked.  Failure to comply will result in punishment.  You just had a little taste.  Later you’ll get the full treatment for failing to comply with your written instructions when you arrived here.  Remember what Tina told you—obey and you’ll be fine.  Obviously, the opposite is also true.

“Now, let’s go through some positions.”

“What?”

“Positions for you to assume when instructed.  Stand up, feet shoulder distance apart, hands clasped in the small of your back, tits and cunt pushed forward.  That hair around your cunt has to go.  We’ll have to shave it when we have a chance.  Help her, will you Tina?  Good, that will be position 1.  You will assume it whenever directed.

“Now kneel, legs as far apart as possible.  You need to go back to the gym or work out to get more flexibility.  Okay…hands clasped behind your head, tits and cunt pushed forward.  That’s position 2.

“Next, while kneeling, head on the floor, ass and cunt up in the air, hands in the small of your back.  That’s position 3.”  For position four she had to spread her legs and bend forward to clasp her ankles securely.

We ran her through the positions until she had worked up a sweat.  Then we stopped and allowed her a drink before taking her to the basement for her punishment.  Her chastity belt fell to the floor as I cuffed her hands again and stretched her vertically using the same “rope over the beam” that she had used on me.  I love poetic justice.

Tina punished her.  I didn’t trust myself; I was afraid I’d kill her and I didn’t want that.  She began with a rectangular leather paddle to warm her ass a bit before switching over to a cane after forty paddles—twenty on each cheek.  Thirty minutes later she was done.  I stepped behind her and forced my cock into her ass.  I fucked her hard—no lube—and she howled in pain until I came all over her back.  Tina rubbed it into her skin.  We laughed at her humiliation.  We let her shower and shave before replacing the chastity belt over her newly naked cunt and sending her home around eleven.

I moved back in the following day, picking up my daughter Alicia and hugging her when I walked in the door.  I also hugged Maxine, sliding my hand under her top and shorts to verify that she had followed her instructions—no bra, no panties.  Alicia “helped” me move back in and we were done by the time our new bed was delivered.  “It’s a king, Maxine, unless you want to sleep on the floor.”  I introduced Tina to Alicia once her shift was over, “Alicia, I want you to meet your Aunt Tina.  She’s a police officer and she’s going to live with us.  Isn’t that nice?”  Tina gave her a big hug and promised to play with her once she had changed out of her uniform.    So began the period of Maxine’s slavery.  Three months later I thought everything was in place.  Tina had bonded with Alicia and Maxine had mostly accepted her role, complaining or slow to respond to directions only occasionally.  She either gave us oral sex daily or cleaned us after our mating.  We paddled and caned her into submission in the basement at least four times a week.

Maxine’s court date was set for a Thursday.  I removed her chastity belt before she showered and dressed, bra and panties allowed for court.  I drove with her to the hearing expecting a brief conclusion to this episode, but I was terribly wrong.

The case was called; I sat in the row behind Maxine and her court appointed attorney.  The judge read from a prepared statement.  I thought that might be trouble and I was right. He rejected the plea agreement, insisting on punishment, sentencing Maxine to eighteen months in medium security at the state penitentiary, stating that the nature of her infractions, especially drugging her husband for more than a year without his knowledge or permission, warranted a prison term.   Maxine was led away in tears. Later that evening Tina explained that Maxine had drawn a “hanging judge,” one who believed firmly in the benefits of punishment.  With good behavior Maxine could be out in nine or ten months.  I was really glad that Alicia was young enough that she’d almost certainly forget all about this.

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NINE YEARS LATER

Alicia walked into the kitchen smiling; it was her twelfth birthday.  “Happy birthday, Pumpkin,” I said as I hugged my pre-adolescent daughter.  “I think you’re old enough to understand a few things about our family now.  Do you know what a hierarchy is, Honey?”

“Sure, Daddy—like the army with generals and privates and stuff.”

“Right…now who are the generals here in our home?”

“Um…you and Aunt Tina?”

“Right again…you’re very observant.  And who is the private?”

“Mommy?”

“Yes, dear and who is in between?”

“Me?”

“Very good…from this day forward you are above your mother.  You can follow Tina or me in how to handle her.”  I explained everything that had occurred and Alicia shot her mother several angry glances.  “Maxine, strip…now.”

“No…please…please no.”

“You’ve just earned a punishment.  Now--do it before you make it worse.”  Reluctantly, she removed her top and slacks.  She hung them neatly on a chair as she had been instructed years ago.  She stood now, naked except for her chastity belt, before her young daughter.  “Position 2!”  She dropped immediately, fearful of punishment—the cane or crop she’d tasted so many times.

“See, Alicia…she was born to serve.  Soon she’ll respond to you the way she does to us and to help you along the way you can punish her today.  Think of it as a special birthday present.  Downstairs, Maxine; put on the cuffs and fasten yourself to the rope.  We’ll be down in a minute.”  My wife jumped up and ran down the stairs while I explained that we wanted to hurt Mommy, but not injure her.  “If she’s injured she won’t be able to do all the work around here. Remember…she is our slave—the person who is designated to do our work.  If she doesn’t then we’ll have to.  Does that make sense to you?”

“Yes, Daddy; will you show me what to do?”

“I will, Honey,” Tina replied.  “I do it most of the time.  I really enjoy making her suffer for what she did to your dad.”  We walked downstairs, a happy family together—united in our purpose to beat Maxine until she bled, listening to her screams in the morning—a wonderful way to start the day.

Maxine was stretched up to the beam.  Her legs were spread apart and secured.  A press of the remote dropped the chastity belt and the dildos to the floor.  “Remember, Pumpkin—hurt, but don’t injure.  Striking her with those dildos in her could cause permanent injury.

“Maxine, it’s unfortunate that you refused. You were almost through an entire week without a punishment.  Now you’ll have to start all over.  I remember what that old witch Dr. Gruen told you, Maxine, about hope being a powerful weapon.  The only difference is that your hopes have realistic consequences.  What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry, sir.  It won’t happen again.  I’ll strip down for Alicia whenever requested, sir.”

“I hope so…we’ll see.  Listen closely to Tina, Pumpkin.  She’s an expert at paddling and caning your mother.  She’s had lots of practice, unfortunately.  Your mother makes lots of mistakes.”  Alicia went with Tina to the cabinet where the S&M implements were kept.  Before today it was kept locked; now there was no reason.  I sat back and relaxed.  My lot had improved tremendously since leaving Maxine years ago.  I had sued Dr. Gruen for malpractice and a host of other charges only an attorney could understand.  Her insurance company settled for 1.6 million dollars.  I received just over a million after Frank took his thirty-five percent.  I had also sued Richie and his partners.  There were too many alleged wrongs to count.  They settled rather than risk a trial at 2.4 million.  I was now a rich man.

My business also flourished thanks to Tina’s connections with the police officers’ union.  I was now their official financial consultant, doing more than ten million dollars business annually.  My commissions were well over 100,000 a year.  Tina was now a lieutenant, earning as much as I did.  Things could not have been better.  My thoughts were interrupted by Maxine’s first scream.  Alicia must have struck a nerve.  Tina moved forward with a ball gag; Maxine opened up obediently, afraid of a worse punishment.  She really was such a baby!

I could hear Tina as she showed Alicia the cane.  She took a few practice swings and smiled, apparently liking the swish it made through the air.  “Remember, Honey, one strike for each year.  Take your time and aim carefully.  Try to spread the blows all over hr ass.”  While Alicia prepared for the real punishment—we never considered paddling a punishment; it was nothing more than warming Maxine up for the real deal—I removed my clothing.  We sometimes tempered Maxine’s punishment with some sex.  Nine years of this treatment had turned her into a pain slut.  We never allowed her the chance of an orgasm unless she was really hurting.  Of course, we hurt her plenty of times without giving her relief.  Her last “O” was more than a month ago.  She cringed whenever I suggested she go as long as I was forced to endure.  I was strict with her, but I was never cruel.  I felt that she had been terribly cruel to me, but I just couldn’t bring myself to return the favor.  I usually took care of her once a month unless she did something to really piss me off.

I could hear Alicia counting, “…ten…eleven…twelve.”  I smiled as I stepped behind Maxine, plunging my hard cock deep into her dripping pussy.  Her cunt always oozed nectar when she was punished.  I looked down to find a puddle under her.  It wasn’t unusual.  My cock drove relentlessly into her, pounding her tender tissues without mercy.  My hands removed the gag to reveal her moans of pleasure.  I was about to cum when I pinched and twisted her clit.  She screamed from the pain, but experienced a massive orgasm that shook her body like a leaf in a tornado.  I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “I guess you were right, Maxine.  Denial does have its benefits.”  She slumped in her restraints, totally exhausted until she replied, “Yes, sir…thank you, sir.”  I pulled out and walked around her while Tina lowered her arms.  Maxine fell to her knees, opened her mouth and licked her juices from my body.  Yes, denial certainly had its place, so long as it wasn’t me on the receiving end.