Disclaimer: I was informed that my previous disclaimer did not absolve me from being a horrible person. The person then informed me of the proper “safe, sane, consensual” way to conduct blackmail. I fully believe everyone should be SSC, however, I don’t acknowledge that there is a way to do blackmail in such a manner. Even if someone agrees to something ahead of time, if they want to stop, and you don’t, it is illegal and immoral — as it should be.
I can’t think of much that would be more wrong than capturing someone, selling them into slavery, and making them fight to the death. That didn’t stop me from enjoying the Spartacus TV series on Showtime.
The great thing about stories is that they let us explore parts of ourselves in the safety of our imagination that wouldn’t be safe to explore in real life. Many people have fantasies where they are kidnapped or coerced in some way. They enjoy reading stories or watching shows with those themes. That doesn’t mean they condone those things or are stupid enough to let some stranger shove them into a van.
So to be clear: blackmail is bad. If someone tries to do that do you, go to the police. Stories are make-believe, and this one is not meant to encourage bad behavior.
I side with Dee Snider, not Tipper Gore.
That ends this PSA, my apologies.
Chapter 1
The next few weeks saw Madison start to fall into a routine. She still felt guilty about letting this man use her body. But despite that, she found herself looking forward to her time with her Master.
At times it was humiliating. Other times it was painful. On occasion, it was quite inconvenient. Sometimes it was all of the above. But something about it filled a hole in her that she now realized had always been there. Visiting her Master made her feel wanted, useful, like she had a purpose.
She was surprised to find that after a hard day at work, her trips to see her Master were often more helpful than going home to complain about her day to her husband.
She loved her husband dearly. He was a great listener. He was always supportive. But there was something about just turning her brain off for a while that was cathartic.
Madison and Naomi had turned into good friends. The older woman was a great resource. Madison had never had a friend that she could talk to about the feelings she had spent so many years ashamed of.
Naomi proved to be very supportive and even more patient. Madison had more than one minor breakdown. She found falling into her new role as a slave much easier than she had expected, but every so often she was struck with a sudden attack of guilt.
The woman she now saw as a sort of mentor always calmed her down. She encouraged the young woman to try to separate the two parts of herself, at least until she adjusted. Unfortunately, Bill didn’t always cooperate. He seemed to enjoy humiliating the young woman.
Still, she talked to the beautiful redhead often and was always open about her feelings. At some point, Naomi’s talks did convince her that there was nothing wrong with her feelings. She wasn’t sure when that had happened.
The older woman had insisted that her need to turn her brain off for a bit was normal and that she shouldn’t feel bad about it. She said that many people felt the same way she did and that it was natural. The young woman believed her. She felt better about her feelings, but not about what she was doing to her husband.
Then, about two months into her new life, Madison surprised her Master, Naomi, and even herself when after a particularly long day at work she contacted Naomi to ask if she could see her Master.
Madison wasn’t sure why she contacted Naomi instead of talking to her Master directly. Maybe she was too shy. Maybe she wanted reassurance it was OK. Or maybe it was just because it felt wrong to contact him and ask for something. That wasn’t how this worked. He contacted her with instructions, not the other way around.
Naomi had been more than happy to talk to her husband on Madison’s behalf. Within minutes he had texted instructions to Madison. And so after leaving work two hours late, she didn’t go home to her husband. She drove straight to her Master.
She pulled into his garage, stripped naked, and when he answered the door, begged him to use her.
And use her he did.
First, he had again taken her lipstick and this time wrote “property of Master Bill” across her chest while telling her how thoroughly “his” she was.
Then, he had carried the smaller woman upstairs and thrown her on the bed. Him pleasing her orally was quite a rare occurrence, but he began doing his best impression of a predator trying to devour her. When she felt herself getting close he stopped.
He flipped her over and then proceeded to paddle her off and on for what seemed like forever. It had felt different, not being restrained, knowing nothing was keeping her there except for her desire.
The older man had seemed to know exactly what she could take. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more he gave her a bit to recover, only to start again. And of course the entire time he told her in no uncertain terms what she was and who she belonged to.
Eventually, the man stopped. He had her rise to her hands and knees, then took her from behind — her long hair firmly in his grasp and hurting as he brought himself to orgasm inside of her.
Her Master having ‘finished’, Madison, who had forgotten all about her day, her entire life outside these walls, assumed it was time for her to go home.
Bill had other ideas. He handcuffed the young woman and attached her hands to a hook in the ceiling. There was just enough slack that she could stand if she stood on her tiptoes.
He left her there for what had seemed like forever before returning with a vibrator. The vibrator worked on her clit as the man tightly squeezed and pinches her breasts. Several times he reached in to kiss her hungrily.
She would never forget how she had felt — the ecstasy and the awkwardness of it. Her ass burned and was a constant distraction. The sensations coursing through her made it impossible to stay on her toes. She alternated between standing on her toes and hanging there by her arms like a rag doll.
When she finally came, she came hard. As she started to come back to herself she realized that the stress and anxiety from her day at work were well and truly gone.
When he told her it was time to leave she went back to the garage to dress. Just as she was opening her car to get her clothes, Naomi entered the garage. Had she been home this whole time? The younger woman hadn’t seen any trace of her.
Naomi gave her some wet wipes, making sure to tell her not to use them until she was out of sight of her Master. Madison had been grateful. She had forgotten all about the writing on her chest, though obviously as she put her bra on she would have noticed it. It was kind of the woman to solve that little problem for her.
That wasn’t the only problem she had solved for the younger woman. Madison had been shocked to find out it was 11 pm. Naomi had found her phone in the unlocked car and texted Madison’s husband, saying that she was still working and that she was going to help her friend Naomi with something on the way home.
By this point, her husband had met Naomi several times. The two got along well. When she arrived home her husband had food waiting for her. He had felt bad she had to work so late, but didn’t think anything of the work or her stopping to see Naomi on the way home.
Madison couldn’t help but feel like the worst person in the world for what she had done, but she found that she was glad that there was no backing out. The past few months had taught her just how much she needed to feed this other side of herself.
It was almost like there were two Madisons now. The more she experienced, the harder it was to imagine her life without her slave alter ego. It started to feel less and less like a part she played for her master, and more and more like the real Madison.
Chapter 2
Now, here she was. How long had it been? 8 weeks? 10? The time had all started to blend together. Either way, in just a few short weeks she had gone from a fairly typical suburban wife to someone who knew full well just how addicted she was to being treated like property.
Her husband had a business trip coming up. She had talked to Naomi and Bill and everything was all planned out.
Her husband would leave Friday morning. Madison would take the day off of work. She would go over to her Master’s house and stay there until her husband returned on Sunday.
Naomi would keep Madison’s phone in case her husband called. Missing a call wouldn’t raise any red flags, but not answering it all weekend certainly would. Naomi would run interference and bring her the phone if and when it was necessary.
Madison felt that odd mix of anticipation, anxiety, and longing that she was getting so addicted to. Her big adventure was less than 24 hours away.
Naomi had joined her and her husband for dinner. As bad as it made her feel, something about it turned the young woman on.
The dinner was going well. Madison’s husband, Andrew liked the older woman. He was glad her wife had found such a good friend. She had drifted apart from her college crowd over the years.
“So do you two have a big weekend planned?”
Madison had been taking a drink of wine, one advantage of having put off trying to have children, and had trouble keeping it in. Fortunately, before she could think of a proper answer Naomi stepped in for her.
“Oh, nothing concrete, but I am sure we will find a way to stay busy and entertained.”
“Well, my wife has been working hard lately. She needs a chance to blow off some steam. I hope you come up with something fun to take her mind off of work for a while.” He laughed. “Just do me a favor and don’t let her get in too much trouble.”
Naomi laughed and looked directly at Madison, who could feel herself blushing. “I am sure we can find something to take her mind off of things. No promises on keeping her out of trouble though.”
Madison wanted to speak, but couldn’t manage. She knew that normally she would have had a witty retort here. She suddenly realized that after the first few minutes of dinner she had been unusually quiet and worried that staying silent like this would give her secret away.
Her husband didn’t seem to notice though. He just bantered back and forth with Naomi.
When dinner was over Naomi insisted on helping clear the table and washing the dishes with Andrew while Madison relaxed in the other room. From the living room, she could hear the two talking and laughing but couldn’t understand what they were saying. She wanted to join them but felt that it wasn’t her place.
Eventually, they finished and joined her. The three sat relaxing and talking for another hour or so before Naomi excused herself for the evening.
That night Madison laid in bed beside her husband trying to sleep but found that she was too wired. At some point she drifted off into a fitful sleep, drifting in and out of consciousness, all of her dreams about trying to fall asleep.
Chapter 3
The next morning Madison woke up groggy. She fixed breakfast, got dressed, and drove her husband to the airport. She kissed him goodbye and stayed there until the plane took off.
Then it was time.
She drove over to her Master’s house and pulled into his garage, wondering what he had in store for her. They had never spent this much time together. That made it both exciting and scary. She knew he would have something up his sleeve. She had a feeling she would both love and hate it, something that wouldn’t have made any sense to her a few months ago.
She undressed in the garage, as had become her custom, then knocked on the door. The wait for an answer probably seemed much longer than it was. When the door finally opened and she saw him, she felt an odd relief.
“Are you ready, slave?”
“Yes Master, I am all yours for the next two and a half days.” Madison found that she was glad that she had become more comfortable saying these things to him.
“Well then, let’s get started — shall we?” He took her hand and led her through the house. He opened a door she had never been through before and led her down to the basement.
When she got low enough to see the lower level of the house, her eyes went wide. She saw all manner of kinky things throughout. The only thing that looked familiar was the odd compilation of pipes.
Beside it was all manner of other bondage equipment. Her eye was instantly drawn to some sort of a padded sawhorse with platforms running along the sides, apparently for hands and feet, with the obligatory restraints.
She found that she desperately wanted to try it.
Beside it was a large wooden “X” along the wall. Beside that was some sort of wooden contraption that looked like an old-fashioned stock, just like you would see in an old western.
She turned her head and saw a pegboard, but instead of normal tools, it held all manner of whips and paddles. She felt a twinge of fear. She didn’t mind a little pain, but those looked like more than she could handle. Part of her hoped she would never experience most of those implements, but another side of her wanted to try them at least once, just to see what they were like.
There was also a large metal cage in the corner, some sort of table with built-in restraints, and a host of things whose purpose she couldn’t begin to imagine. Namoi had clearly not been lying when she said he had owned girls like her before.
Madison felt like she should have been offended by that, to not feel nearly as special at being chosen. Instead, she felt an intense need to prove herself, to show that she was better than all those other women she would never meet.
Bill led her to the odd bondage table. It looked almost like a normal, rectangular table — but had metal rings attached every few inches all along all four sides of it. He guided the woman onto the table, having her lay on her chest.
Madison knew what that meant. She felt dread and excitement building in equal measure as her master restrained her hands and feet using the strange metal hooks in the table.
When that was finished he somehow put some sort of leather strip over her upper thighs and another around her chest. The young woman found herself wondering how the strips attached to the metal rings, but couldn’t get her head at the right angle to see.
As her master finished and stepped out of her sight she considered her predicament. She wasn’t going anywhere. She couldn’t move a muscle. The table was padded, for which she was grateful. Whatever covered the table was quite smooth, but felt like it was gripping her skin. If she did end up able to wiggle around it seemed like the friction of skin on the pad would burn.
Her thoughts were interrupted as her Master returned. “Are you ready, slave?” He was behind her. She couldn’t see what he might be holding.
“I don’t know, Master. I suspect I will soon find out.” That wasn’t something she would have said a few weeks earlier. Madison still remembered that this man owned her, but the past few weeks getting to know him helped her feel more comfortable being herself around him.
Bill laughed. “Well, at least you are honest.”
“I try, Master. I am scared. But, well, I suppose that doesn’t accomplish anything. You are going to do what you are going to do. There isn’t anything I can do about it.”
“You are adjusting well. I knew right away you would make a good slave, but I hadn’t imagined that you would fall into your role so quickly. It’s like you were born for this.” Her Master sounded pleased. For some reason that pleased Madison.
“Thank you, Master. I am trying. I don’t always like what you do to me, but…somehow I am still glad you are doing it. Or at least once it is over I find that I am still glad I belong to you. Does that make any sense?”
“It does. You realize that being a slave means giving up control to your Master. If I always did what you wanted me to then really you would be in charge, not me. You would be kinky, but you wouldn’t be a slave.”
“And the more time I spend with you, the more I realize just how much you thrive on that. I am lucky to have found you. You are a once-in-a-lifetime find. I don’t see how I will ever be able to let you go.”
Madison felt like the glow she felt inside should have been physically visible. She was flattered. She felt valued, almost important somehow. She felt pride for getting to this point, exploring who she really was, and being found worthy.
His comment about not being able to let her go didn’t bother her. Once upon a time, it would have caused a great deal of anxiety. Now that she knew him better she was pretty sure it was just a compliment, nothing more. And she trusted Naomi with her life, literally since with all she knew she could easily ruin the young woman.
And honestly, if how she felt after a couple of months was any indication, Madison wasn’t sure she would be able to leave when the time came. Fortunately, that was a long way off.
“Thank you, Master. Your words mean a lot to me, more than they should I think.”
He laughed. “I mean them, but while you are here you can leave the thinking to me. Now, as pleased as I am with you, this weekend is going to be a test for you. I am going to push you. It might seem cruel at times. I might not seem like I appreciate you.”
“But this is another step in your journey, and it’s one that I think you are ready for. I know you can handle it, and I know it is something you will thank me for when it’s over. It’s something you need, even if it scares you.”
“I understand, Master.”
“Good. You’re mine for the weekend. You have no idea what you are in for. But I need to hear you say it. Ask me to use you. Ask me to push you, to test you.”
“Please Master, use me. Teach me to be a better slave. Let me prove that I am worthy of you.” Madison found that words like these came easier these days. She didn’t know how much of it was playing the part and how much of it was her real feelings about her predicament.
Bill seemed pleased by her answer. He smiled. “Are you sure? This is your last chance to run along home and have a nice boring weekend. Do you want to run along, or experience the little adventure I have planned for you?”
Madison hadn’t expected to be given a choice. It made her feel a bit uncomfortable, but the feeling passed. She had already taken the day off. She had already planned with Naomi to free up her entire weekend.
Naked and retrained next to a huge variety of tools of punishment and pain, she was worried about what might be in store for her. But despite that, she wanted to know what he had planned. As much as she might hate pain, she needed the feeling of being used that she got from this man.
She didn’t know what it said about her, but she longed to feel him inside of her.
“Master, I don’t want to go. I submit to whatever you have in store for me.”
The man smiled again. “I knew you would. Ok, let’s begin.”
He began running his hands up and down her back. After a minute or two, he climbed up onto the table, placing his knees on either side of her. She felt the weight of him as he laid down on top of her, pressing her down onto the table.
Thankfully, after a few seconds, he rolled onto his side, taking most of his weight off of her. She felt him reach under her, a finger slipping into her already damp pussy.
“What is this, bitch?”
Madison paused, wondering if the question was rhetorical.
He wiggled his finger around inside of her. “Answer me, slut!”
She wondered if he was referring to her wetness. “My pussy, Master. It is wet, feeling you on top of me.”
“Excuse me? YOUR pussy?” He sounded angry.
“Sorry! No, my pussy belongs to you, Master. It’s your pussy. My body is yours to do with as you please.”
“And why is that?”
“Because I am your slave.”
“And why are you my slave?”
Madison didn’t know what to say. She got here because he had blackmailed her. But he had given her the chance to leave. She had chosen to stay. She had wondered why she had done that, but all of her long talks with the man’s wife had given her the answer.
“You fulfill a need I have always had. You make me feel things, things that I guess I need to feel.”
“And what needs and feelings are those? The need to be treated like a slut? The need to live like the little whore you know you are? The need to be used as nothing more than a tool for my pleasure?”
Not long ago, the abrupt change in the man’s tone would have concerned and confused her. Now, she knew it was just part of the package deal that she had signed up for.
The kind words and easy conversation that her Master had just shared with her were more common these days. But they were still the exception, not the rule. Madison wasn’t sure she was upset by that.
Now, the cruel words were like Pavlov’s bell. Madison felt her mind move into ‘slave mode’. “I don’t fully know, Master. I think there is more to it than that.” She felt the man move off of her.
“Oh really, is this what you need?”
Madison felt a sharp pain on her ass. She didn’t recognize the sensation. It was a sharp pain, clearly from a fairly very small instrument. It stung enough it was hard to tell, but it felt like something only an inch or two by an inch or two where it made contact.
Her mind stopped wondering what it was as three more blows rained down in quick succession. Madison found that she wanted to speak, but didn’t know what to say.
Several more blows fell, moving around her ass a bit as they did so. She was surprised to find that she didn’t cry out. A sudden exhale and low hum were the only sounds that came out of her as she was hit.
She was anticipating several more when she felt a hand slap the bottom of her ass cheek. Several more followed. With her ass already so abused they stung more than they had before, but they were still far more enjoyable than what she had just endured.
“Does my little slut need more? Should I go get a flogger, a whip perhaps? Would that make you happy? Should we add some cuts and bruises to that beautiful red little ass? I would love to see you explain those to your husband.”
Why did he have to go there? She had just started to lose herself in the moment, but his words brought her back. She tried to remember where she was and forget about her husband.
“No, Master. I know I am yours and you can do what you want with me. But I do not need more. I don’t enjoy the pain. That was more than enough for me.”
“What? Are you sure about that? It seemed like you enjoyed it to me. Well, if I stop, what will you do for me?”
Madison didn’t know what to say. She was already stuck doing whatever he wanted. Her Master expected an answer, however. “Whatever you want, Master. You know I am yours for the weekend.”
She felt his fingers enter her again. “You’re mine until I let you go, not just for a single weekend. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes Master, I am your slave.”
“My slave for how long?”
The first thing that popped into her head was ‘between one and five years’, but she knew that wasn’t the right answer.
“Until you release me.”
“…and if I decide not to release you?” His fingers slipped out of her as he asked.
“Then I am your slave forever.” Madison loved hearing those words come out of her mouth. She could admit that to herself now. She knew however that this was all an act, a ‘scene’ for her benefit. That made all the difference in the world for her ability to accept herself for saying things like this.
“Good, I’m glad you realize that.”
As her Master began to unfasten all of her restraints her mind continued to mull over her situation. She found that she was glad that this would all be over someday. But she also found that she was glad that it wouldn’t be any time soon. She was glad that she had made her choice and that there was no way out.
This was something that she needed to experience. She knew there would be days she would regret her decision. Naomi had made that clear to her repeatedly until she was sure the younger woman understood.
She had experienced many of those days as this first started. And who knows, maybe some of those days would come this weekend. Those days didn’t change the way she felt though, they didn’t change her need to feel this way. What did that say about her?
She thought about her vows to her husband. She still didn’t like thinking about what she was doing to him, but she realized now that she better understood those vows as well.
She loved him. Very early in the relationship, she had known he was the one for her. They were still a young couple. She knew from looking around at others however that even the best relationships went through bad times. They stayed together because they knew that in the long term, the person was worth it; the relationship was worth it.
Was this that different?
She didn’t have time to answer that question before her Master led her to the cage in the corner and ushered her inside. She felt that familiar tingle as he closed and locked it.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I am hungry. I’m going to go get something to eat.” The man laughed. “I would offer you some, but I do love that tight little body of yours. You sit here and think about how grateful you are to be my slave. When I get back I am sure we can find something for you to do with that pretty little mouth.”
“Yes Master, my mouth…” Madison felt the sudden need to correct herself. “…your mouth will be waiting for you. It looks forward to pleasing you.”
The man laughed, seemingly more good-natured than it had since her ordeal officially started. “Well, I’m glad to know your mouth is sentient in its own right. I guess I have two slaves.”
She smiled as he turned and went up the stairs.
Chapter 4
Madison wasn’t sure how long she sat in the cage. It seemed like quite a long time, but there was something about being naked in someone else’s house, waiting to perform oral sex on him, that threw off her sense of time.
Eventually, she heard the door open, then footsteps. She found herself grateful he was returning. She had discovered over the past weeks that she enjoyed when her master used her mouth — even when there wasn’t anything in it for her to look forward to afterward.
After releasing her from the cage he led her over to the strange pipes. These were different than the contraption she had seen upstairs. Those had all connected, and the weight of it all kept her firmly in place.
These on the other hand were in several distinct sections. There were several pipes on one end that were connected, but then on the other side, there were three pipes that stood alone. They stood atop a strange-looking table, if ‘table’ was even the right word. It was made of wood, only about a foot or two off the ground.
She climbed up onto the table and got onto all fours as her Master instructed. As she did she couldn’t help but notice that two of the sections of pipe had holes for hands. The tall middle section would be about the right height for her head and had a pad on the bottom bar.
Madison felt herself getting excited.
She looked down, trying to figure out the back sections of the pipe. They remained a mystery, but she did notice a fair number of holes in the table. The sections of pipe were all connected to wide, round pieces at the bottom. She didn’t see any screws in them, but the metal bars were somehow attached to the table.
Madison’s Master put down two small foam pads close to halfway up the table, just below the front supports of the back section of pipe that she knew now must somehow be for her legs.
The man then roughly grabbed her left thigh. He positioned it on the foam pad. This placed it between two metal bars just wide enough for her leg. He then did the same to her right thigh.
Madison found herself hoping he would allow his hands to go higher and caress her very wet sex. Something about this device and what he was about to do to her excited her in a way she could now admit to herself but didn’t fully understand.
There was something about the mixture of the known and unknown. She knew he was going to restrain her and use her mouth, but she had no idea of how this contraption worked, what it would feel like. She also didn’t know what else he might do. And something about his odd silence made it that much more exciting. She had nothing to distract her from her predicament.
Bill then took her left foot and positioned it so that it was resting on a bar behind her, thankfully with a foam pad over it. She looked back to see there were bars at about a 45-degree angle attached to the sides of the bar her foot rested on.
She watched as her master attached another bar to the top of them. This bar was just above her heel. She could see her foot, toes pointed down at about a 45-degree angle, heel locked in place. She might have been able to slip her foot through the gap if she moved her leg backward and pointed her toes straight back, but she wouldn’t have bet on it. And he wasn’t done.
After doing the same to the other foot, he put his hand on her ass and shoved her forward. The set of bars that trapped her thighs had another bar connecting them on the front side. Her legs now rested against it. He attached another bar to the backside of them.
There was no room for her legs to move side to side at all, but there was a surprising about of room for her to lean forward and backward. It wasn’t enough for her to lift her leg and straighten her foot enough to escape, however, not that she had any desire to do that.
He then took her hands and guided them through the gaps in the set of unconnected pipes. Her palms were flat on the table as he added the last bar, trapping them in place. The pipes were offset so that the gap was a diamond shape instead of a square or rectangle, which she now realized did a much better job of trapping her wrist.
Lastly, he guided her head forward and between the bars in front of her. These were also at an angle, but a smaller one, perhaps 30 degrees. She rested her chin on the padded bar without being asked.
The man then backed away. He was behind her, but she could feel him looking at her. He then came forward and lifted her head and adjusted the padded bar. When he lowered her back down she found that she now rested on it comfortably with her hands fully extended.
She hadn’t even considered that before the adjustment her elbows had been bent to get her low enough to rest on the bar, or what that might have been like to hold for a long period.
Her Master now attached the bar that connected the pair on either side of her head. It trapped her safely, but far more effectively than she had imagined it could. It felt like it had two parts. The first was flat and sat behind her head, almost even with the bottom of her ears, preventing her from moving her head back. Another bar felt like it went across the top of her back, preventing it from rising.
Her Master disappeared from her view. She instinctively tried to see where he was going before realizing her head couldn’t move. While she waited, Madison found herself wondering what she looked like right now.
She almost laughed when she saw Bill circle in front of her with a camera. Oh, how she had changed in the last month or two. Before, the camera had caused terror and embarrassment. Now she found that she was grateful she would likely get a chance to see what she looked like trapped in this contraption.
After a few minutes of him circling her with the camera, she saw her Master return to directly in front of her. His cock was already rock hard.
“I hope you are better at this than you were taking a spanking,” he said as he leaned his pelvis forward and entered her mouth.
The words stung as much as anything he had done to her ass. They distracted her and prevented her from concentrating on what she was doing. Then she remembered his previous words about how he would say things he didn’t mean.
That allowed her to push her thoughts aside and focus on pleasing him. It was fortunate because before she knew it she was choking as he forced himself deeper into her.
Somehow this felt different than similar encounters in the past. He was a strong man and had no trouble controlling her when he held the back of her head during times like this. Still, she felt she could at least resist that. She had a little bit of control. Now she had none. There was no give to her restraints other than a bit from the foam pads.
“Oh stop, you know you enjoy taking my whole cock.”
Despite his words, when he heard her struggling he would ease up temporarily. Madison was grateful for that. She had grown used to blow jobs on this man, even started to enjoy them despite herself. She had yet to find a way to do anything but hate when he insisted on this.
She did everything she could to make him cum as soon as possible, but it seemed like the older man lasted longer this way than a more traditional blow job.
“Madison, you are such a dirty little slut. Look at you, naked, helpless, on all fours. I could bring in a dozen men for you to suck off and you’d enjoy every second of it wouldn’t you?”
Madison was glad she was presently unable to speak because the idea disgusted her. That wasn’t who she was. She had a relationship with her husband and a relationship with this man. That was enough for her. She finally felt complete.
“I bet you would enjoy everyone watching you as well.”
Madison didn’t want anyone to find out what she did with this man, but she had to admit something about that idea did appeal to her. It seemed like something she would hate in real life, but in theory, sounded intriguing.
Oddly, that thought caused her to suddenly notice the sounds she was making. She didn’t know how to describe them, but now that she was aware of them they were turning her on.
Madison was imagining a room full of people watching them as he came deep in her throat.
The older man stayed there for a few seconds. Then, on the way out, he used her mouth to wipe off the last of his cum. He then proceeded back upstairs without another word.
Something about this bothered Madison. She knew what she was here for. She was starting to be ok with admitting that she enjoyed it. But still, couldn’t he have at least stayed and talked with her?
She would have preferred that he touched her. It didn’t matter how, just a caress would do. Failing that just his presence, just some words would have been okay. Hell, she would have preferred that he strap her to the table again and spank the ass whose pain she was suddenly aware of again.
But now, she just felt lonely. Why was that? He had left for dinner. That hadn’t bothered her. But then she had been anticipating what would come next. Now she had just made him cum.
Still, she knew what she was to him. What did she expect, snuggling?
A short time later he reappeared, clothed now. He began releasing her from her restraints, still unusually quiet. The silent treatment was starting to get to her.
When she was finally free he spoke.
“You can go. I won’t be needing you anymore this weekend.”
She was shocked. She had freed up her whole weekend, taken the day off of work. She had worried about what he might do to her.
“I’m sorry, Master?”
“You heard me, go home. I’ll put everything back in order down here. You can see yourself out.”
“Master, did I do something wrong? If I did I’m sorry.” She didn’t know what else to say.
“I’m done with this conversation. Not one more word you will be punished, and you will NOT like it. Now go.”
Madison walked up the stairs fighting back tears. What on earth was wrong with her? A few weeks ago she had just wanted out. She was given an out and said that she wanted to stay. She had been afraid of what he might do to her this weekend. She didn’t think her poor ass could take any more. But when there was no more, she was crushed.
She continued thinking as she began putting on her clothes in the garage. Was this an addiction? She should have been happy to survive the weekend, shouldn’t she? Now she wouldn’t have to worry about her husband wondering why she didn’t answer the phone and finding out her secret.
And she was still his slave, just done for the weekend — right? He didn’t say to leave forever. Suddenly she worried maybe she had displeased him enough for this whole experience to be over.
And then the only thing that might be able to console her happened. Naomi entered the garage. She suddenly realized how badly she wanted to speak to her.
“Naomi, he sent me home.”
“I heard. I wouldn’t worry about it.”
“I don’t understand what I did! Did I not take enough when he was spanking me? He asked if I enjoyed it and I answered. I…I probably could have taken more if he was that upset with me for wanting to stop.”
“Madison, stop. You owe him honestly. Never apologize for telling the truth. He needs to know what you are thinking and feeling.”
“But…is he just disappointed in me? In the fact that I didn’t like it more? Or maybe…maybe I didn’t do a good job pleasing him?” Despite adoring the older woman, Madison still had trouble using words like “sex” or “blow job” in front of her Master’s wife.
“As I said, I wouldn’t worry about it. I love him, but my husband is a strange one. He does odd things sometimes. And he enjoys playing with people’s emotions. I’m sure that is all this is.”
Madison could hear the concern in Naomi’s voice. She was lucky to have such a good friend. “Do you think so? Do you think he is just playing with me?”
Naomi smiled at her. “Just trust me, Madison. I know it hurts, but try not to worry about it. Go get some food. Go to a restaurant you enjoy and treat yourself. Enjoy it and try to put this out of your mind.”
“Oh, and call your husband. He called. He’s all settled in at his hotel. It’s right next to a Barnes and Noble so he is going to head over there to find something to read, but I’m sure he’d rather talk to you.”
“Oh, you talked to him?”
“Yes, I answered it. I think he was pretty excited about the trip. He was rather chatty. He is a remarkably sweet man, very eager to please, just like his wife.”
Madison laughed. “Yes, he really is. And I do trust you. I’ll go out and find something to eat. Do you want to come?”
“I wish I could, but I have other things I need to do, and you need to call your husband.”
Madison wanted to point out she could talk to him when she got home. But she knew the woman was just politely excusing herself.
“Ok then, I’ll talk to you later.”
“Of course. Seriously, go out to eat, treat yourself, relax. You’ll thank me for it later. I promise.” With that, the older woman leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. There was nothing sexual about it. It was friendly, and Madison appreciated it. She determined to take the woman’s advice.
Chapter 5
Madison felt strange sitting in a restaurant by herself, and she normally would have felt bad talking on the phone in a public place like this. Fortunately, it was 2 pm and the place was dead. She called her husband as she waited for her food.
He answered right away. “Hey hon, how are you girls doing?”
“Oh, we’re fine. Sorry I couldn’t talk earlier.”
“Oh, that’s ok. I didn’t have much to say, just checking in. And it gave me a chance to talk to Naomi. I like her.”
“Ya, she’s great.”
“Uh, she’s not great? Is everything ok with you guys?”
Madison suddenly realized how distracted she was. Her disappointment must be coming through in her voice.
“No, no, she really is great. I’m glad I met her. Everything is fine. Sorry, I’m just in a weird mood today. I’m just getting lunch right now. I thought she would be joining me but something came up.”
That was pretty much all true. It still felt wrong to say. She was misleading her husband, keeping secrets from him. She was sitting here talking to him, but disappointed that she wasn’t being fucked and used by another man. This was one of those times where she suddenly felt that there was something very wrong with her.
“Oh, I’m sorry. That’s a late lunch. You must have been waiting for her for a while.”
No, I was busy getting my ass beaten and sucking a guy off, the smart-ass voice in her head said.
The more rational part of her answered more appropriately. “It’s fine. I’m sure I will see her later. So how are you getting settled?”
Her husband then proceeded to tell her much the same thing that he had told Naomi. She tried her best to act interested, to try to forget her disappointment. She must have pulled it off because he no longer seemed concerned about her.
Finally, her food arrived, and her husband took that as his cue to hang up. They said their goodbyes and I love yous as they always did. That made Madison feel worse yet again, but she reminded herself that she wasn’t lying. She really did love him. What Naomi said was true. Keeping secrets was wrong, but the things she was doing didn’t mean that she loved him any less.
She continued to mull over her situation as she ate, wondering what she could do for the weekend to distract herself from the disappointment she was feeling. She didn’t come up with any great ideas. She didn’t want to bother Naomi, but she made up her mind to call her later tonight. Maybe she really would be free to do something. It was worth a shot.
Madison finished her meal, paid, and drove home. It wasn’t a long drive, but for some reason, it felt noticeably lonely.
She pulled into the garage. As she entered the house she decided to go for a run. That always took her mind off of things. She walked through the kitchen around to the stairs to go up and change.
When she reached the stairs, she stopped dead in her tracks. There, on the bottom step, was a full-page picture of her in her Master’s garage, naked and spread eagle on her car’s hood.
On the next step was her kneeling on the floor, his cum all over her face.
On the third step, Madison saw herself on a leash with her Master’s cock in her mouth. She didn’t even realize that one had been taken.
Then there was an early picture, Madison in her own house, playing with her pussy with the toys her Master had sent.
What the fuck was going on? How on earth were these in her house? She grabbed the pictures and started up the steps. Part of her wanted to scoop them all up as quickly as possible, as if her husband was due home any minute.
But he wasn’t. And her curiosity got the better of her. She looked at each one as she ascended the stairs.
She saw herself naked on all fours, bent over with a bright red ass, tied up and penetrated by her Master. There was even one of her tied to the table she had only been introduced to today.
When she got to the top of the stairs she saw a few more pictures. They seemed to be leading to her bedroom. She grabbed them one by one as she made her way.
When she entered her bedroom she saw a manilla envelope right in the center of her bed. She opened it and found a note.
Dear Madison, at your Master’s request, I took your things and made a copy of your house key. He wanted to surprise you with these mementos of your time with him. He demands that you keep them hidden in your house at all times. You can use this envelope to store them in.
As soon as you read this and find a place to store the pictures, you will immediately drive back to our house and tell your Master where you put them. At any time he or I may use the key I made to come over and check to verify they are where you said they were.
If you ever need to move them for any reason, you will either tell him in advance or let him know immediately afterward. If we ever find that they are not where you said they were, they will be put on the internet for everyone to see.
Madison felt a familiar tingle surge through her, that odd mixture of excitement and fear. She gathered up all of the pictures and went to put them in the envelope. As she did, she noticed another note, this one folded in half.
Madison,
Bill told me that he plans to act as if you disappointed him. Please realize that despite what he might say sometimes, he has never been anything but pleased with you and your progress. He has never had a slave nearly as attractive, genuine, and dedicated as you are.
I know finding this here must be a shock. It might feel like he is trying to ruin your life, but I have faith that you will find a good hiding place for these. I promise that neither of us will ever show up here and let ourselves in when someone might be home. And we will never use the key to rob you or hurt you guys in any way.
I know the note says to hurry back, but if you haven’t already, take a few minutes to get some food in you. You will need it. He has big plans for you this weekend. And if you don’t mind, take one more piece of advice from me.
I know you struggle with guilt and shame about what you are doing. I have talked to your husband and honestly do believe that this will all work out well. Please trust me on this.
Either way though, try not to do that this weekend, just let go and live in the moment. If you ever find yourself feeling bad, just start reciting “I am proud to be a slave” or “I am my Master’s slave” or something along those lines in your head until you forget anything exists outside of our walls.
Thank you for making my husband so happy and being such a good friend to me. Now go have fun.
Naomi
PS, please don’t mention this second note to my husband, this is just between us.
Bless that woman. She always knew what Madison needed to hear. Arriving at home to find that someone else had been in your house was terrifying. If they could get in once, they could do it again.
The pictures had excited her, turned her on. The thought of having them hidden in her house seemed wrong, but oh so erotic.
The first note had been a turn-on, but without Naomi, she would have assumed that it was the beginning of the end for her, the start of a plot to ruin her life. Fortunately, she knew Naomi and trusted her completely. She probably would have calmed down and realized everything was fine even without the second note, just by way of having the woman in her life.
But that second note didn’t just reassure her that she could trust them. It touched on all of her insecurities. She felt tremendous relief at finding out that she hadn’t displeased the man she had given her body to.
And of course, the woman had mentioned her feelings of guilt and shame. She was glad for the reassurance and advice. Her first reaction to this surprise had been arousal, followed quickly by relief that her weekend wasn’t over yet after all. That had been followed quickly by guilt.
But it was all going to be okay. She looked around for a good hiding place for the pictures. She finally settled on a dresser in the back of her walk-in closet. She wrapped the envelope in an old blanket they no longer used and put it into a drawer with some other bedding supplies that they never used anymore.
It wasn’t the greatest hiding spot, but it would do for now. She was in a hurry to get back. She wasn’t sure if that was due to looking forward to what he had in store or worry that he would be angry that she hadn’t gone straight home.
It didn’t matter. The important thing was that her weekend wasn’t over just yet. She got back into her car and drove back to see what her Master had in store for her.
Chapter 6
Her Master met her in the garage. He opened the door before she had even started to undress. “Took you long enough.”
“I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t go straight home. I came as soon as I read your note.”
“And did you follow my instructions?”
“Yes, Master. The pictures are in a drawer in my walk-in closet, the second from the bottom. They are wrapped in a blanket.”
“Good girl. Any time you move them you will tell me immediately. I will check to see that they are where they should be. You have no privacy from me. Do you understand?”
“I understand, Master.” Madison still worried about what would happen if her neighbors saw a stranger going into her house. Would they call the police? Would they ask her husband about it? But those were problems for another day.
“Good, any day that you don’t serve me in person, I want you to take those pictures out and look at them — each and every one of them — to remind you of what you are and who you belong to. Will you do that for me?”
“Of course, Master.” The young woman wondered why he asked instead of ordering. Was it because he couldn’t know if she had followed his instruction or not?
“Good girl. Now, undress for me. That body belongs to me, and I have big plans for it.”
Despite growing used to serving this man, Madison felt herself shaking from anticipation as she undressed.
He led her back into the house and down to the basement. He had her lie on her stomach on a small table in the middle of the room. She saw a video recorder directly in front of her. Her Master turned it on and then went to grab a large spool of sturdy-looking rope.
Tying her up turned out to be a long process. She grew more and more excited as she found herself more and more restrained, as her Master manipulated her body to get the rope around her.
He had her kneel upright on the table. He had her lay back down on her stomach and back. Sometimes he would grab her and shift the small woman from one end of the table to the other, or rotate her.
Before she knew it, there was rope both above and below her breasts. There was rope around her upper chest, around her stomach. There was a loop around her shoulders, circling her upper trap by her neck and then around through her armpits.
Next, her arms were tied behind her back, full extended so that they rested down on the upper part of her still sore ass. Then came her feet. She was back on her stomach when her master pulled her legs up so that he could tie her lower legs to her thighs.
It was all very intricate, almost artistic. She found herself wishing she understood how it worked. She couldn’t grasp how all the different lengths connected, how the knots secured her so thoroughly without being too tight and cutting off circulation.
But most of all, she found herself wanting to know why the major anchor points were all looped around a hook in the ceiling. She wasn’t going anywhere regardless.
Fortunately, she didn’t have to wait long for her answer. The older man finished and then removed the table from underneath her.
Suddenly all of her weight was held by the ropes. She just dangled there, in mid-air. She almost felt like a very erotic fairy, floating along waiting to be used. She could feel the texture of the rope all over her body. She felt her small breasts squeezing out from between the loops of rope surrounding them.
She felt more like a sex object than she ever had before, and she loved it.
Her Master backed away to admire his handiwork. “You look amazing.” He sounded very sincere, almost in awe. That made her feel as special as anything she could remember, with him or with anyone.
“How does that feel? Is anything too tight?”
“No Master, it feels…fine. I don’t know how to describe it, but I very much like this.”
He laughed. “I very much like it as well, but probably for a very different reason.”
Madison saw his cock start to harden as he moved in front of her. She lifted her neck, knowing what came next.
He put his hands behind her head as he entered her mouth. She did her best to please him, but it was rather awkward. She rocked back and forth, guided by his hands. Her neck began to tire much sooner than she would have expected.
He must have known because after a minute or two he backed off and circled behind her. She didn’t dare speak for fear of ruining the mood. That was an odd thought, and she didn’t fully understand it. All she knew was that now wasn’t the time for words.
She felt fingers on her sex, then felt him push into her. She listed forwarded a bit as he did.
Then, as he started to thrust, she felt herself start to rock back and forth. She felt the ropes move a bit around her, not quite hurting, just a mild burn in places as it rubbed back and forth on her skin.
“How do you like that, girl?” he asked without pausing his thrusting.
“I like it, Master. I like it very much.” Madison knew that she wasn’t lying, wasn’t just playing along. Those days were behind her, or at least for now. This was where she needed to be. This is what she needed to be doing, hanging from the ceiling of this older man while he fucked her.
“I thought you might. You’re quite the little slut, aren’t you?”
Madison thought for just a split second. “Only for you, Master.”
“Ah yes, you are MY slut, my little toy. How does that make you feel?”
Again she had to think, this time longer. “It makes me feel good, Master. It makes me feel wanted, appreciated. It seems to give me purpose.”
She couldn’t see the man, as he behind her busily ramming into her, but she felt that she could feel him smile.
“That’s a good answer, slave. You do have a purpose, to please me. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Master. My purpose is to please you.” She felt the need to say more but didn’t know what else to say.
“You don’t know it yet, but you are mine forever. I may let you go someday, but you won’t be able to leave. You will just come running right back. You need this. You need me. Isn’t that right?”
“I’m starting to think that is true, Master.” Madison wanted to mention her talks with Naomi, and what she had learned, how she had grown, but somehow that just didn’t feel right. “I know I came into this reluctantly, but I made my choice, and I am glad I am here.”
She felt his hands on her hips as he slowed his pumping to a crawl, seeming to savor it. The reduced speed gave him time to push into her for all he was worth. It was uncomfortable, but somehow enjoyably.
“I’m glad you are here too. I’m glad you are MY slut. You are far and away the best slave I have had. You were born for this. I should call your parents and thank them for making such a perfect little fuck-toy for me.”
Madison felt flattered, honored, and amazingly turned on at the thought of him talking to her parents. If that had been a threat, it would have been terrifying. But as an idea, it was the most erotic thing she had heard in some time.
She could just picture it. This older man, closer to her parent’s age than hers, telling her parents all the things he did to her. They wouldn’t believe it. She pictured him doing those things to her then and there just to prove his words.
What horrible, deviant thoughts. She knew they were wrong. She didn’t know why they were even entering her mind. Where were they coming from? She had no desire to ever live out these thoughts, but in the safety of her imagination — she adored the thought of everyone she knew seeing who she really was.
Her Master had increased his tempo again, she hadn’t even noticed until she heard him grunting. She felt him spill into her.
“Oh, that is the sound of a contented slave. You liked that, did you? Was that what you needed? You needed my seed inside of you?”
Madison suddenly realized she had been completely oblivious to whatever noises she might have been making. She wondered just how caught up she had been and if she had embarrassed herself.
After a brief silence she gave the only answer that would be acceptable, “Yes Master, that was just what I needed.” Despite not being completely comfortable with her feelings, she felt like the words were true.
“I bet I know what else you need.”
Madison felt the man withdraw. She was oddly fascinated by the residual rocking her body did as it came to rest on the ropes. It was like an erotic swing.
A second later she heard the distinctive sound of a vibrator. She turned her head in the direction of the sound and felt her whole body swing a bit again.
“Is this what my girl needs?”
Bill approached behind her. She felt the vibrator touch her clit.
“Oh yes, Master. I need this. Thank you.”
Her master held her ass with one hand and the vibrator with the other. Then, she was surprised to feel more rope. He somehow managed to tie it to her. This left it a bit looser than his hand had, the feelings less intense, but it would still get her to where she needed to be.
The older man settled onto the floor, sitting beneath her and roughly groping her breasts. It was uncomfortable but somehow wonderful.
The man raised to his knees and kissed her deeply. After a second of surprise, she kissed him back. After a blissful few seconds, he pulled away and pinched her right nipple.
“I own you, totally and completely. Mind, body, soul, they are all mine.”
Madison felt her neck lean towards the man. She wondered why she was doing that. She had thought this relationship was purely about the sex, but that kiss felt like more than that. It felt similar to one she would give her husband but infinitely more passionate.
She found that she had never wanted anything more.
“Yes Master, you do. I am yours. I don’t know how it happened, but I can’t imagine my life without you.”
“I knew it.”
The man leaned upwards again and kissed her. This time he started gently. It was Madison who tried to will her hanging body closer to him, who reached out to find his tongue and started to dance passionately with it.
She didn’t know what this meant. She only knew how it felt. And it felt right.
The kiss continued for what seemed like forever. Before she knew it, Madison felt herself moaning. Not long after the man backed away, though he continued to play with her breasts.
And then it hit her, the most intense orgasm she had ever had. Her legs went numb, then her entire lower body started shaking. The shaking in her lower body caused her to rock and even spin a bit in her bonds.
For a split second, she was alarmed. Then she realized what was happening. Her heart was racing, she felt flushed. Her legs continued to shake for what probably seemed far longer than it was. Then, it felt like every muscle in her body relaxed all at once.
Was this what orgasms were supposed to be like?
Madison suddenly wondered just how little she knew about her body. This man had just played her body like a fiddle and given her an experience that neither her husband nor her masturbation had ever given her.
She felt the vibrator stop. She looked down along her body, but her Master had already moved back in front of her. When she looked back up he kissed her yet again. It was more relaxed now, gentler. She returned it in kind.
After a few seconds, he pulled away. He began gently fondling her hanging breasts. “Did my slave enjoy that?”
“I … I have never felt anything like that, ever. It scared me for a second. I didn’t know my body could feel that way.”
The man smiled. “See, there are benefits to being my slave.”
“I’ll say. I can’t believe that happened. I had no idea what I was missing out on.”
The man smiled at her again. “See, your body was meant to belong to me.”
“I guess it was. But…”
He looked amused now. “Go on…but what?”
She didn’t know what she wanted to say. She thought for a second. “But there is more to it, isn’t there? I mean, I agreed to this without knowing that I could feel this way. I was addicted before I even knew what an orgasm could be.”
“Ah, yes, you are correct. Sex can be wonderful, but you enjoy feeling used as well. You like it when I talk dirty to you, I can tell. You like a little humiliation. You like being treated like an object, like my property.”
“It’s a different kind of pleasure, but I can tell how deeply that need is ingrained in you. The sex can be more intense, but it’s a feeling that passes quickly, and it’s purely physical.”
“Being my slave is a feeling that that sticks with you. It is a phycological need you have, that you will never feel complete without. It’s almost like your running. It’s a part of you, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Master, I guess it is. I can’t imagine not running.”
“You like to push yourself, to see how far you can go. You like to feel your muscles burn. You like to turn off your brain and focus on the sensation of your feet hitting the ground, your body bounding forward.”
“Being my slave is a lot like that. You get to push yourself, to see how far you can go. It helps you grow, to discover yourself. It allows you to forget all your worries and focus entirely on the present.”
“I never thought of it like that. It makes sense. I still can’t believe I am here. I know there will be days I regret my decision to be your slave.” She couldn’t believe how much easier those words came out of her now.
“But right now I feel like I should send your wife a thank you card. I know you guys took a chance on me. I…I don’t know…thank you I guess. I’m glad you took a chance on me. You were right, I never would have done this on my own, not ever. But, I think it was something I needed to experience.”
He reached around and squeezed her ass. “I am glad to hear you say that. I am surprised how quickly and how well you are adjusting. Now though, I suppose we should get you down from there.”
“Do we have to?”
He laughed. “You really like that, huh?”
“I really do. I can’t explain why, but I love hanging here like this.”
“Don’t worry, there will be plenty of other opportunities like this one. For now, we should get you down before things start going numb or you end up peeing all over my nice floor.”
It was her turn to laugh. They continued talking as he untied her. Oddly, despite his warning he might be extra cruel this weekend, this was the first time during her slavery where they talked like honest to goodness friends. It was almost like she was talking to Naomi.
When she was released she took a minute to stretch back out. Then her master ordered her to go use the downstairs restroom and get a drink of water. She did, then took a good, long look in the mirror as she washed her hands.
There were still marks from the ropes. She could feel them, as well as some residual soreness on her ass and sensitivity from her master using her pussy. Something about it seemed very surreal. It was like that was another person in the mirror, someone she didn’t know. Or maybe it was like she was seeing herself for the first time.
When she returned her master had her get back on the same table as before. This time he only restrained her hands and feet. Then, before she what was happening, he blindfolded her.
Then, she felt a brief burning sensation on her stomach. She involuntarily contracted her abs, but the sensation quickly changed to a pleasantly warm sensation. It felt like she had been hit by a warm liquid.
More drips followed. They fell all over her stomach, arms, legs, even her breasts. She briefly worried that the drips would leave difficult to explain marks, but remembered Naomi’s advice and forced the thought aside. It was surprisingly easy.
Sometimes the drips fell several at a time, sometimes there was a significant gap between them. The anticipation added to the experience.
As more and more drips fell on her she made a conscious effort to focus on the present, on the sensations. As she did, everything else fell away. She felt the brief stinging sensations falling randomly around her body. She felt the warmth on her skin after they cooled for a second. She felt some of them cooling enough that they seemed to be hardening on her skin, finally realizing that it must be wax dripping all over her.
She had no idea how long she laid there, but it seemed like quite some time. Her master was unusually quiet, which made it hard to tell. His silence, combined with having her sight taken away, really helped her focus on what she was feeling. It was almost as if she was meditating or in a trance.
She only realized that it was over when the blindfold was removed. She squinted, adjusting to the light, and saw her Master above her.
“So beautiful, I have to get some pictures of this so that I never forget what you look like right now.”
He took quite a few pictures, circling all around her as he did so. Madison found herself glad for the attention. Gone were the days she worried about blackmail, where she worried about her natural shyness, her embarrassment at being seen naked. She felt like a model, like she was beautiful and deserved the attention. She loved the feeling and hoped it would continue.
“Now, let’s get you up so you can see what you look like for yourself,” the older man said as he began to release her.
When he finished, he led her to a full-length mirror along one wall. She was amazed by what she saw. She saw her naked body covered in various colors of wax. In some places, there were several inches of the same color. In others, she looked like a Jackson Pollock painting. In some places, it was layered.
It looked both neat and messy at the same time. It seemed very artistic. For some reason it made her see her body in a different light. Her tight, muscled stomach looked amazing. Her breasts didn’t seem any bigger but looked like the perfect size. For the first time she could remember, she was content with her body.
“Master, it…it’s beautiful. I don’t know how to thank you. For the first time I can remember, I love how I look. It’s almost like I suddenly see myself like you seem to see me.”
“Good! You are a remarkably beautiful woman. I’m glad you finally realize that.” The older man laughed. “Don’t worry though, you will get plenty of opportunities to thank me.”
Now it was Madison’s turn to laugh. “I don’t doubt it. Still, thank you, Master. I look forward to seeing what you have in store for me next.”
He grinned at her. “I’m glad you said that because it’s time for us to go.”
She was taken aback. “Go? Go where?”
He just smiled. “You’ll see. Naomi will be down in a minute to get you ready. I am going to go get something to eat.”
The man went back upstairs. Naomi sat there alone, waiting. A few minutes later Naomi came down the stairs. Madison was pleased to find she wasn’t at all embarrassed to be seen this way in front of her friend.
“Well, aren’t you a sight”, she said when she reached the bottom of the stairs. “Well, we had better get you cleaned up.”
“I kind of like it. It seems like a shame to get rid of it.”
Naomi smiled. “Oh yes, you look lovely, but I’m not sure that’s how you want to look walking around outside. If you do though, I can talk to him. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”
“Where am I going? I thought…” Madison didn’t know how to continue.
“Sorry, but you know I can’t ruin the surprise. Don’t worry though. I’m coming with you. If anyone you know sees you they will see that you are with me just like you said you’d be. It shouldn’t surprise anyone if my husband tags along.”
Madison felt relieved. “Oh, thank you. That makes me feel better. I’m sorry for worrying.”
“I’m glad you feel better because you know that you have no choice in the matter. Now, go get cleaned up, unless that’s how you want to go.”
Madison opted to go to the restroom and start pealing off wax. It was a messy process.
Naomi piped up from the main room. “Oh, your husband texted. He said he was going to bed and that he loves you. What do you want me to reply?”
The reality of her situation hit her again. She had known he would text, but for a short, blissful time had forgotten all about her life outside these walls. She wished she could forget it again, but felt bad for wanting that.
“I considered replying for you, but I figured you would want to do that for yourself. And that way it will sound more like you.”
The young woman realized she had stopped moving. She was just staring blankly. Naomi needed a reply. “Tell him I love him and that there is no reason to be nervous. I know it will go well.”
“Ok, sent.”
Madison knew she had to remove the rest of the wax, but couldn’t bring herself to move. She was still staring straight ahead when the door opened.
Naomi entered and laid a hand on her shoulder. “Hey, I know that was hard for you. What you said was true, you do love him. He’s lucky to have you. You don’t need to feel guilty about this. I’ve talked to him more than enough to know that he could never meet your need for this, and you deserve to feel complete.”
“Thanks, Naomi. I hope you are right. I’m glad I have you to talk to about this stuff.”
“Trust me, I’m right. This will all work out, I promise. For now, do you remember what I told you?”
“You mean about trying to force these thoughts out, focus on now?”
“Yes. Just tell yourself you are proud to be a slave, proud to be my husband’s slave. Keep repeating it to yourself.”
It felt strange to be so close to this woman that they could talk about the man they shared. “I will. I have been. I did that once or twice already. It must have worked because I got completly lost in the moment.”
“I’m glad to hear that. Now, let’s get a move on, shall we?”
Madison removed all of the wax and moved back out to the main room. Naomi handed her a skirt and blouse. They weren’t Madison’s clothes, and they couldn’t have belonged to the larger woman.
“What’s this? Did you get this for me?”
The older woman smiled. “It’s a special occasion.”
“Thank you! I’ll pay you back. It looks a bit small though. And what about underwear?”
Naomi laughed. “I thought you would know my husband better than that by now. Now get it on before he gets impatient.”
That was enough to get Madison moving. She looked in the mirror. She could see her breasts standing out through the blouse, her nipples clearly visible. And the skirt was indeed short. It barely covered her ass. If she wasn’t careful about how she moved everyone would know she wasn’t wearing underwear.
She couldn’t imagine going out in public dressed like this, but it’s not as if she had a choice.
Naomi and Madison went upstairs where Bill was waiting. A lewd comment later they were all piling in one of the cars belonging to the older couple. Her Master drove, Madison in the passenger seat. Naomi sat in the back.
As they drove Madison felt that now familiar anxiety welling up inside of her. Every time they stopped at a light she looked down at the floor, partly because she thought it would make her harder to recognize, but mostly so that she wouldn’t have to know if anyone was staring at her.
Her anxiety only got worse when the man leaned over a bit and slid his hand up her skirt and began fingering her. He laughed at her obvious discomfort. She wanted to ask what would happen if a truck pulled up next to them and looked down, but she knew better.
Before long the car stopped at a nondescript older building. They all walked in together.
Madison was shocked by what she saw. She supposed people had to get their sex toys somewhere, but this wasn’t what she pictured. It was a very nice building on the inside, hardwood floors, well-lit; it almost looked like a boutique. But this particular boutique was filled with all things carnal.
Her eyes were darting around trying to take it all in when she heard a female speaking to them. She turned toward the sound to see a blond woman with a bowl haircut. She was taller than Madison, probably at least 5’9 or 5’10. She looked like she was in her late 30s or early 40s. With her shorts and sleeveless shirt it was clear that she was just as thin as Madison was, but without the definition in her limbs.
“Well, what do we have here? I haven’t seen you two in quite some time. Someone got themselves a new plaything, did they?”
“I did, indeed. We just thought we would stop by and find a collar for her.”
So that’s why her Master brought her here. They had talked about collars in their online chats, but not since. The idea of them had always turned Madison on. There was something about it, it was like “claiming” someone. They were yours and they wanted the world to know it.
“Well, it’s a special occasion then. Let me just let Randy know you are here. He’d never forgive me if he missed you guys, or meeting your new toy.”
The woman texted on her phone for a second and then continued. “She is quite a looker. Kudos on managing to collar her, she is a keeper. Where on earth did you find her?”
“Actually, I have my darling wife to thank for finding this one.”
The woman raised an eyebrow. “So she is into women then?”
“No, afraid not. You know my wife prefers the company of men.”
“Can’t blame a girl for trying. Still, has she ever tried a woman? If you want to loan her to me sometime and test that theory I would make it worth your while.”
Even with Naomi’s reassurances, Madison was glad to hear her master laugh. “Sorry, I don’t think I am letting this one out of my sight.”
“I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t either.”
Madison had no interest in women and was appalled at the thought of being loaned out, but she was grateful for the attention and the compliments. It dawned on her how easy she would have been to seduce with just simple compliments.
Everyone turned as a door opened and a man walked in. Madison noticed that it was an interior door, not an exterior door. She wondered if he lived above the business.
The man was several inches taller than the woman, maybe 6’3. Like her, he was very thin. If it wasn’t for his facial hair he probably would have looked her age.
The man turned towards the blond woman. “You weren’t lying, she is gorgeous. So, are you going to introduce me?”
“Well, I’m awful. I hadn’t even introduced myself yet.” She turned towards Madison. “I am Tessa. This is my partner, Randy.”
Madison smiled at them. She was just opening her mouth to speak when her Master beat her to it.
He reached and put his hand around her. “This is my new slave, Madison.”
Now Madison took the opportunity to speak up. “I’m pleased to meet you both.” She wasn’t sure that was strictly true. She was horrified to have two more people know her secret, but they seemed nice enough.
“Well, she’s a polite one. So, collars then, shall we get started?”
Tessa brought the first sample. It was made of leather. It was about as wide as one of Madison’s belts. The blond woman looked directly at Madison and grinned. “So, will she typically be wearing this collar clothed then, or unclothed?”
Bill laughed. “Unclothed of course. Madison, undress for the nice people.”
The other man, Randy, walked to the door of the business, turned off the “open” light, and locked the door.
Madison was horrified. “Are you serious?”she wanted to ask. She knew that was a bad idea.
Naomi spoke up. “It’s ok, Madison. We’ve known them for a long time. I trust them, you can too. Your secret is safe with them.”
Madison suddenly wondered how long she had hesitated. She didn’t want to embarrass her Master. She forced herself to remove the skirt and blouse. They weren’t hiding much anyway.
“Are you SURE you won’t let me borrow her sometime?” Tessa asked.
Her master laughed and shook his head.
The woman put the collar around Madison’s neck, brushing against her naked body as she did so. Her Master didn’t appear to notice, but Madison saw Naomi smile at the exchange.
From there the collar was removed and replaced with another. Then after that several more followed. There were leather collars, metal collars, wide, skinny, some that buckled, some that latched. Some of them allowed for a lock to be used to prevent them from being removed. Those gave Madison that familiar tingle.
Many of them allowed for a leash to be attached, but not all. Others had additional spots to attach hand restraints. When Madison felt cuffs attached to her hands, then attached with a chain to the collar, she felt herself growing excited. She tried desperately to think of the most awful, unattractive things she could and hoped no one noticed the dampness between her legs.
There was quite a bit of conversation between her Master, his wife, and the owners of the shop. They ended up settling on a simple metal collar with a spot for a lock and a collar to be attached. It was only about an inch thick, perhaps a bit less, but felt remarkably sturdy. Something about that appealed to Madison.
With that decided Bill went with the couple to pay for the collar. Naomi stayed with Madison. “You did well there. I wasn’t sure how you would react to having to undress. I thought being out in public with us would be hard enough for you.”
Madison felt relieved. “I was worried I disappointed you guys. I didn’t even realize that I had hesitated until you said something. I kind of assumed from what you said that this would all remain just between us.”
“I know I don’t have a choice, but you saying I could trust them helped. Thanks for that. I’m sure I would have sat there until I got in trouble otherwise.”
Naomi flashed that warm, sincere smile she was so good at. “You didn’t hesitate long. I spoke up pretty quickly. I knew that would be a shock to you. It even surprised me. It probably shouldn’t have, but it did.”
Madison wanted to ask what she meant by that, but the others returned before she got a chance. The two couples bantered for a minute or two before her owner and the two women in his life departed.
They stopped at Subway on the way home to get something for Madison to eat. She was grateful for that. She had been hungry for some time, no wonder since the clock in the car said it was almost 1 am.
Although grateful for the food and drink, the young woman suspected the real reason they stopped was to further embarrass her. Sure, she was with Naomi. It would be easy to explain why her husband was there. It wouldn’t be so easy to explain the way she was dressed.
The two young kids working there stared at her the entire time she was there. The boy apparently couldn’t help himself. He stared at her breasts so noticeably it made Naomi chuckle. She felt good at having them appreciated, even if it was likely only because the lack of a bra and tight shirt made her nipples so visible.
The female was less obvious, but Naomi could see her mind working. She was the one who started whispering first. As her Master had them sit down she could see the young girl talking quietly to her coworker. It was clear that she wondered what the young woman was doing with the older couple.
Madison sat down very carefully, hoping not to show off any more than she already was. While she ate the young workers continued whispering and shooting glances in her direction. Madison wondered what conclusions they were drawing about her.
She ate quickly, and before she knew it they were on their way out. Just before opening the door to leave her Master turned to his wife and gave her a big kiss, reaching out to squeeze Madison’s left breast as he did so.
Madison heard one of the workers at the counter gasp. She could feel their eyes on her but was too afraid to turn around and look. Naomi opened the door as her husband put his hand on Madison’s ass and guided her out the door.
“Well that was embarrassing,”Madison thought to herself.
Naomi spoke as they all got into the car to go home. “You were pushing it there, hon.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. That was a bit public. You don’t know if she knows them. I watched for phones. I didn’t see them sneaking any video, but you couldn’t know they wouldn’t.”
Madison was horrified. She hadn’t even considered that she could end up on the internet dressed like a high schooler desperate for attention, being groped by this man who wasn’t her husband.
“You said it yourself. They didn’t take any pictures.”
“…that I saw. They could have though. I know you are enjoying your new toy, but you promised that this would stay a secret. I know you don’t want to end up losing your toy, or your wife. Right?”
Her husband looked surprised for a second. Had Naomi just threatened to divorce him? Surely she didn’t mean it that seriously, but still, Madison was flattered and reassured to have the older woman stick up for her.
Her Master sighed. “You’re right. That was going too far. I’m sorry.”
She noticed he apologized to his wife, not to her. She didn’t mind. It somehow seemed appropriate. She looked back at Naomi in the back seat and shot her an appreciative smile.
As they pulled back into the couple’s garage, Madison felt oddly at home. Maybe it was just the safety from prying eyes that walls offered. Maybe it was something else. Either way, she was glad to see the garage door closing behind her.
She undressed without being asked. The couple waited as she did so. With as little as she was wearing it only took a few seconds.
With that little ritual out of the way, her master took the clothes from her and opened the door to the house. They all walked in together.
Her master left her just after entering. Naomi led her to a restroom where she was allowed to clean up for bed. She found a basket there with a towel, a new bar of soap, a small deodorant, a new toothbrush, and a baby tube of toothpaste and floss.
She should have expected the considerate and organized woman to be prepared. It made her feel oddly like a guest, which she supposed she was. She was just a guest that was there to be used any way that the older woman’s husband saw fit.
After such a long, frequently sweaty day, it felt good to get well and truly clean. Her thoughts wandered as she showered.
Could a slave be a “guest”? Her master had pointed out on several occasions that she was his property. Maybe Naomi was just helping take care of his property. Maybe she was so glad to return to the house because this was where she belonged, at least where this side of her belonged.
Before long, the young woman was lost in her thoughts. She only realized how long she had been in the shower when she noticed her hands starting to wander, paying far too much attention to her breasts and then going lower.
She was startled when she realized what she was doing. She knew that wasn’t allowed. She finished up, dried off, and brushed her teeth. She worried about how long she had spent in the shower and wondered if she would get in trouble for it.
She left the bathroom to a silent house. She walked around the first floor looking for either Naomi or Bill but found neither. She thought about calling out, but somehow that felt wrong. Perhaps she was meant to go back to the basement. She was just opening the door to look downstairs when her Master came down the stairs from the second floor.
After reaching her, he reached around and squeezed both cheeks of her ass, pulling her toward him. He leaned over and kissed her. She felt her breasts pressing against his hairy chest, felt him starting to rise against her. She wondered if he was going to take her again.
Instead, he pulled away and led her up the stairs and to the bedroom. There, she saw Naomi already in bed. Madison felt again that she should have been jealous, but found she wasn’t. This was Naomi’s husband. She had her own. The relationship she had with this man was completely different.
She was standing there wondering what was next when her master spoke. “Beds are for wives. Slaves sleep on the floor.”
She looked down and saw blankets and a pillow at the foot of the bed. She laid down on one of the blankets and pulled another one over her. They were comfortable enough.
Her master reached under the blanket and attached some kind of restraint to her right ankle, then attached it to the leg of the bed. A few feet of chain gave her enough freedom to find a comfortable sleeping position, but she wouldn’t be going far.
Somehow that felt right.
She fell asleep quickly, feeling oddly content.
Chapter 7
The young woman began to stir. She heard noise, but as exhausted and relaxed as she was, she just rolled over onto her stomach and started to drift off again. She was in and out of consciousness for several minutes before realizing that something was strange.
Why was she on the floor? With that thought, she remembered where she was, and that was enough to bring her fully awake. She could hear noises from above her and raised herself to her knees.
“Ah, she’s awake,” her Master said. He was having sex with his wife. Madison wondered if he had the aid of drugs or if he still had this much stamina naturally.
“Yes, Master. I am awake. Good Morning.”
“Well good. I’ll be with you in a little bit. For now, I need to spend some quality time with my dear wife.”
Madison felt she should lower back down to the floor and give them some privacy, but she continued to watch. The way her Master made repeated eye contact with her said he wanted her to.
Their sex was nothing like what he did with Madison. It was more like wrestling. The two were almost fighting over who was going to be in charge of the lovemaking.
“Does my dirty little girl wish she was up here in my wife’s place? I bet you wish I was inside you right now.”
“I … I’m happy being where you want me to be Master. I understand you are married. I know what married couples do. I have nothing but respect for your wife.”
The man paused for a second to look straight at Madison. “I suppose you do, my married little slut. Do you picture the things I do to you when you are having sex with your husband? Does he know what a little whore you are?”
“Of course not!” Madison was genuinely offended. But after thinking for a few seconds she realized that at times she did. “Well, I guess sometimes I do. I try not to, but…yes, that happens sometimes.”
“I wish he was here right now. I wish I could show him what you let me do to you.”
Madison was glad he wasn’t. She felt her guilt returning. As usual, it was Naomi who rescued her.
“Leave the poor girl alone,” the man’s wife said. “You know this is hard for her.”
He laughed. “I know she makes things hard for me, she has since the first time I saw her jog by.”
It was Naomi’s turn to laugh. “I can vouch for that.”
“It’s fine. She likes it. She secretly wishes her husband was here. She wishes everyone she knows was here to see what she is. I promise you, she is thinking about it right now. She would get off on everyone watching me fuck her.”
His wife rolled on top of him and shoved him down onto his back. “You are a bastard sometimes. It’s a good thing you’re such a good fuck.”
The man laughed, and with that, the conversation died out. Madison was surprised to find that Naomi finished first. Before long he was done as well.
After he pulled out he crawled over to Madison and had her clean him off. That got an eye roll from Naomi.
Madison wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Something about it seemed appropriate somehow, but the thought that she was ingesting Naomi’s fluids, as well as those of her Master, made her feel a bit sick to her stomach. She loved Naomi like a sister, but she wouldn’t trade bodily fluids with her sister.
After she finished with her Master he released her ankle and told her to go shower. Once she was done she was expected to cook lunch for everyone. That surprised the young woman, which in turn amused her Master.
“Slaves are used any way their Owner sees fit,” he told her. “If I tell you to stand there and stare at the wall all day, that’s what you will do.”
Honestly, she wasn’t that upset at the order. Surely the older man wouldn’t be ready for another round with a woman so soon after finishing with his wife, especially after the last few days. With sex off the table, the odds are good that if he decided to use her body that it would be painful.
She was coming to realize that she enjoyed being treated as an object, but she couldn’t picture herself ever enjoying more pain than a simple spanking would deliver.
Once she got out of the shower she went down to find the couple in the living room. They pointed her to the kitchen where she looked around at what she had to work with. She decided to keep things simple, making everyone bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwiches.
She managed to find some potato chips in the pantry. She got those out, even though they weren’t in her diet. Someone ate them or they wouldn’t be here.
They all ate together. Madison was grateful that she was less shy about her body than she had been before her life abruptly changed. Not long ago she would have been horrified to sit there with everything she had on display.
It wasn’t just her Master that now knew every inch of her body, his wife did as well. Her Master fucked her, so obviously he knew her body. She wasn’t surprised to have gotten used to his eyes on her.
But Naomi? Madison felt surprised that she didn’t mind being naked in front of the woman. It kind of blew her mind a little bit that she wasn’t sitting there feeling terribly insecure, knowing that her Master would be comparing her to his voluptuous wife. They were very different, but he didn’t seem to mind. As a result, she didn’t either.
After lunch, Madison was tasked with cleaning up around the house. She wasn’t usually a big fan of chores, but there was something about prancing around naked that made them somehow more exciting, especially when she noticed eyes on her.
Eventually, she was led back down to the basement, but oddly by Naomi instead of her Master. She was put in the cage which was then closed and locked.
Naomi handed over her phone, explaining that her husband had called. She was to call him back. Before she could do that, Naomi went to the large TV on the wall and started a video. On the screen, Madison saw herself suspended, about to be penetrated by her Master.
Naomi explained that her Master had ordered that she not take her eyes off the screen until it was over, and to call her husband back while she watched it.
By Noami’s tone, she wasn’t fond of this order, but she seemed content to sit down here and verify that the young woman obeyed. She handed the young woman her phone.
Madison called her husband. As it rang, she saw her Master side into her on the screen.
“Hey, hon. How is your weekend going?” He sounded excited to hear from her. He had no doubt he missed her. He had never really been the type of man who “needed his space”.
“It’s going well. It has been exhausting, but I am still in one piece. It’s been good for me, I think.” She surprised herself. Her words were true but were a bit too close to hinting at things she wanted kept secret.
“Naomi too much for you? You are like half her age. Don’t tell me you can’t keep up!”
Madison laughed. “She isn’t … ” She suddenly realized he wasn’t far off. “Well, I don’t know what my excuse is. But I doubt you could keep up with her either. The woman is a force of nature.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Madison saw Naomi smirk, while on the screen the woman’s husband shoved his cock into her restrained body. The rope bondage was as erotic as she had pictured it at the time.
“Well, I can’t argue with you there. I can see why you like her. She’s one hell of a woman. So what have the two of you been up to?”
She was briefly at a loss for words. She knew she couldn’t let the pause get awkward, and had to answer before she had a chance to fully consider her words. “Oh, not a whole lot. We’ve mostly just hung out at her house.”
That was the truth and seemed harmless enough, she patted herself on the back for her answer as she watched herself rocking back and forth on the TV.
Her husband laughed. “Is her husband home? How does he like having two women around the house, especially two as incorrigible as you two?”
His words hit her like a punch. She thought she was getting over the guilt, but every once in a while it would return with a vengeance.
“Yes, he is here too. He doesn’t seem to mind me hanging out here.”
Naomi laughed but shot the young woman a concerned glance.
“Was that her? Are you there now?”
“Yes, that was Naomi, do you want to talk to her?”
“Sure, why not?”
Madison handed the phone through the bars, careful not to let it hit and make a noise she couldn’t explain. Naomi put the phone on speaker.
“So I hear you two have had an eventful weekend. I do hope you aren’t getting into too much trouble.”
Naomi laughed. “Well, I’m not. I’m not so sure about your wife.”
Madison heard her husband laugh. She wasn’t all that comfortable with Naomi’s words and had to remind herself that they didn’t give anything away.
“I’m just teasing. Your wife has been a wonderful guest. She’s a special woman. You’re lucky to have her.”
“I most certainly am. You don’t have to tell me.”
“Actually, you guys are lucky to have each other. You seem like a super sweet guy. And I don’t know why, but something about you gives off this ‘generous lover’ vibe.”
Madison couldn’t help but look over at the woman for a second before making a point to move her eyes back to the screen.
“Oh really? Well, I mean, I try…” He sounded uncomfortable, as he almost always did with compliments.
“That must be nice. With my husband, I have to take what I want. I have to make sure my needs are met. It would be nice to be with someone who puts you first.”
Madison made a point to keep her eyes on the screen. It wasn’t easy. She heard her husband laugh.
“Naomi, are you sober right now? Or are you two hard at it already?”
She laughed. “Oh, I’m sober. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I just didn’t want you thinking that I thought your wife was the only one with a lot to offer.”
“Well thank you. I appreciate that, especially from you. My wife is always talking about how impressed by you she is. I can see why. I wish I was more like you.”
She laughed. “Well, I don’t know about that, but I’m sure you would enjoy having your own massive breasts to play with. But if men had those they would probably never leave the house.”
He laughed. “You have a point. That’s not what I meant though.”
“I know, I know. I shouldn’t give you such a hard time. I suppose I should give you back to your sweet little wife huh?”
He laughed again. “Sure, that would be fine. It’s good to talk to you though.”
“You too.”
As she took the phone back, Madison suddenly wondered what kind of conversations Naomi had been having with her husband when she wasn’t around. She knew she shouldn’t be jealous. She certainly had no right to be with what she was doing with the woman’s husband.
She reminded herself that the older woman was only trying to help. She needed to feel him out just like she had done with her. Then, perhaps, this wouldn’t have to stay a secret. Somehow she still couldn’t picture that.
“Well, she is in a mood today.”
“Trust me, she isn’t nearly as uptight and professional as she appears. I mean, she is when she needs to be, but she certainly lets her hair down.”
“I think I just figured that out. Well, I’m glad you guys are having a good time. I should be home about 4:00 tomorrow afternoon. Will you be available to pick me up?”
Madison looked at Naomi, who nodded.
“Yes, I’ll be there.”
“Ok, well I’ll see you then. I love you, sweetie.”
“I love you too, talk to you tomorrow.”
She felt horrible saying those words as she watched the screen, where her master pushed as far into her as he could, reaching around to grope her breasts. She knew that soon she would see him cum in her unprotected pussy. She didn’t remember all the details, but still remembered how it felt, the ropes on her skin, his warmth inside her.
She handed the phone back to Naomi.
“You did well there. Are you okay?” She seemed genuinely concerned.
“Ya, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? You don’t sound particularly fine. I know that was hard. You love your husband. Trust me, I know that. He knows that. I can’t picture him admitting it but Bill knows that too. Anyone in your position would feel guilty right now. If you didn’t you wouldn’t be the person we all love.”
Madison took her eyes off the screen and looked at Naomi, assuming she wouldn’t mind and wouldn’t tell. “Thanks. But I thought you said I had nothing to feel guilty for.”
She smiled. “You don’t. But knowing in your head and feeling it are two different things. Ideally, you wouldn’t be in this situation. I told you, I prefer everyone to know and be on board. And I still hope one day that will be the case. But you do deserve to have ALL of your needs met, just like I do, just like our husbands do.”
Madison perked up a little bit. “I know. I’m sorry. Speaking of getting everyone on board, you seemed like you were trying pretty hard to do that there.”
“First, never be sorry for how you feel. Second, I won’t give away your secret unless I am sure it’s safe.”
“I know. That’s not what I meant. I had just never seen you two talk like that.”
“Were you jealous?” She had a mischievous look in her eye as she asked.
“Not really. I was just a little bit, for just a second. But I know you are only trying to help. And…it’s not like I have any room to talk…”
“Hey, it’s OK. Let yourself feel things. We will talk about them and work through them, ok?”
“Ya. OK. Thanks, Noami”.
“Anytime. You’re a good kid. Now you finish your video while I go get dressed.”
“Dressed? Are we going out again?”
The older woman smiled. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
With that, the older woman left. Madison brought her attention back to the screen just after her Master had cum. She felt oddly disappointed that she had missed it.
She also found herself wishing she could hear the noises she had made, the words she had said. This would be 10x more erotic with the sound. That would have been impossible to explain to her husband, but now that she was off the phone she would have given anything to have the sound on.
The video continued to play. Eventually, she was released, then restrained again and slowly covered in wax. She could swear that she felt the wax hitting her all over again as she watched.
After quite some time, the video turned off. Shortly thereafter her Master came to release her.
She was given the outfit from the day before. She put it on, wondering who would see her in it this time.
Chapter 8
She was relieved when they pulled into the parking lot of the store from the day before. At least these were people that it would appear she could trust. She found she was far less nervous than the day before.
As soon as they entered she saw the tall man from the day before. “Ah, you are back!”
Her master answered. “Yes, is it ready?”
The woman came around a corner. “Of course! We wouldn’t let you down.”
Madison assumed they meant the collar. She had wondered why she hadn’t worn it any time in the past day.
The man immediately went to change the sign on the door to “closed”. Then the couples chatted as a pair of customers finished looking around and making their purchases. One of them eyed Madison’s group, paying special attention to her.
She wondered what they were thinking as they left. They had noticed the store being closed. She didn’t know, but she guessed that it was closing early. Surely they wondered why. She prayed she would never see either of them in public, or if she did that they wouldn’t recognize her.
Once they were both gone, the woman went into the back to grab the collar. Madison saw her approach with it. “Should we try it on, just to make sure it still fits?”
Master Bill, Naomi, and Randy all laughed, but it was Naomi who spoke. “And I know what your next comment will be.”
“You do? What?”