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This is the story of a wife who out of the blue decides to take control of her life and her marriage.

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The Voyeur, The Preacher’s Wife and The Bride to Be

A Story of Female Domination and Control

Amy and the Maid

Shadow scanned the multiple monitors in front of her.  This was her passion and because she had won the big lottery she could afford to indulge herself.  And it had taken a good chunk of her winnings in order to set up the massive surveillance network for the hotel.  All three hundred rooms were equipped with remotely monitored cameras all connected by a secret and invisible wireless network. And what was the point?  Shadow liked to watch and every once in a while she got the opportunity to participate.

And right now was one of those times. Although the girl had dimmed the room lighting to a minimum, Shadow could still see the scene in front of her.  Amy Henderson was into self-bondage and as Shadow watched she was in the process of tying herself up for the night.  Once the ropes were secure and the keys locked in the small time lock safe she had beside her and once the cuffs were snapped into place Amy would be rendered helpless until 5 a.m. when the time lock would release.  She chose 5 a.m. because that was early enough that no maid would be starting her housecleaning chores and there was little possibility of her being discovered.  Of course that was part of the allure of rendering oneself immobile.  There was always the chance that someone might discover what you were up to.

Shadow was intrigued as she watched the young blonde woman methodically begin to wrap herself for what Shadow hoped would be an uncomfortable position.  She was completely naked except for the heavy leather collar around her neck and the leather ankle and wrists cuffs that she wore. Her breasts had been wrapped with rough twine to the point where they looked like they would pop if someone took a small pin to them.  That had to be painful.  And then the woman picked up a red and black corset from the bed and began putting that on.  Of course her breasts would not fit into the cups of the garment but those cups would fit underneath her swollen and nearly purple globes.

Shadow could only assume that once the corset was laced tightly closed that the girl’s tits would be pushed even higher and tighter than they presently were.

And the girl did lace the garment tightly.  She had a special hook that she used to pull the laces as tight as they would go, with the eyelets actually touching each other.  Shadow could see the girl’s breathing becoming labored as most of the air in her lungs was pushed out and up her throat.  And finally, both laces were pulled up over Amy’s shoulders and tied off to a ring in the heavy leather collar that was locked around her neck.

Shadow could hear the girl begin to moan softly and she was wondering if at this painful juncture that Amy might decide to call this whole thing off, but Shadow hoped that she would not.

Next with great effort, the girl pulled her right foot up and using a pressure clip that was attached to the cuff snapped it to another ring on her collar.  Shadow could not believe that Amy actually was able to get her left foot into a similar position and snapped in place as well.  Now the girl could hardly breathe taking in air through shallow sips through her mouth.  With fascination Shadow watched the girl force herself to begin breathing through her nose.  And then the reason for that was obvious as Amy forced a round, ball-gag into her mouth behind her teeth.  This was secured into place behind her head with two leather strips that velcroed together.

Satisfied that she could still reach the time lock once her hands were cuffed behind her back the girl snapped the cuffs into place.  Now she was totally helpless, as she could not even scream for help if she wanted to.  Nothing was going to relieve her self-torture until that safe released in the morning.

Shadow watched for another hour to see if the girl would make some effort to free herself.  Of course Shadow had no way of knowing precisely how long the girl had set the safe for.  She would be taking some degree of risk in following through with what she had in mind, but that was one reason that her panties were becoming moist.  Much like Amy she supposed danger was part of the allure.

She picked up the master keycard she always had and made her way across the street to the hotel.  She went in a side entrance to avoid any prying eyes from the person manning the front desk.  Amy’s room was on the third floor and so Shadow used the stairs rather than taking a chance of meeting someone in the elevator.  Of course being dressed as a hotel maid made her almost invisible to the untrained eye.

How it was possible for a girl in so much pain and discomfort to sleep was beyond Shadow, but when she used her master key to open the door to room 304 she heard what she was sure were light snores.  She smiled to herself as she made her way to the foot of the bed and looked down first hand at the bound and helpless girl.  She pictured in her mind all the wonderful evil things she could do to the girl, but that was not her purpose this visit.

Her appearance had been altered enough so that she was confident that Amy could not recognize her so she did not bother to put anything over her face before waking the girl by squeezing each of her pain-wracked and swollen tits.

Amy came awake with a start although there was very little body movement to show for it.  She tried to focus her eyes but a bright light was shining into them.  She wanted to scream for help but the gag she herself had shoved into her mouth prevented that.

“My you are truly a lovely young thing,”  Shadow told her.  “And completely helpless I assume as well. I don’t know how I am going to make up your room with you in that position.  Perhaps it was a mistake that I was sent up here for a cleanup. But as long as I am here, I hope you don’t mind me taking a few pictures of your lovely body?”  Of course no verbal answer was given although the girl did try to shake her head from side to side.

“Silence is consent, I believe,”  Shadow told the girl.  And with that, she started snapping pictures from all angles making sure that Amy’s face was prominently displayed in each shot.  “These are going to be a great hit on all the bondage websites.”

Shadow put the camera safely into her uniform pocket so that she would have the use of both hands.  Again she returned to the girl’s tortured breasts and began squeezing them although not hard.  She watched the girl’s eyes and could see the pain registering in them.  Shadow then decided to take a different tack and began tickling the girl along both of her ribs and was rewarded by some muffled pleas for mercy.

Finally, Shadow decided to investigate what was most prominently on display.  She brushed her hand slowly across the lips of Amy’s pussy, inserting her middle finger and discovering that Amy was also quite wet.  She slowly pushed her finger in deeper and was surprised when she met a barrier that did not want to yield.  Realizing what it was Shadow immediately withdrew her finger.

“I would have never guessed that you were a virgin.  How in the world did you manage that feat?  Would you like me to break that worthless piece of flesh for you?”  Shadow laughed as Amy shook her head from side to side as rapidly and as far as it would go.

“Don’t worry, I will leave it intact for now.  I may send up a couple of the male employees to take care of it for you, however.  But for now, enjoy the rest of your night.”  And then Shadow went to the air conditioner and cranked it as low as it would go before leaving the room.  If the girl wanted to be uncomfortable then Shadow felt it her duty to help.

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“Alex, I am sorry about last night.  You caught me by surprise and I guess I acted out towards you out of shame for myself.  Please can you forgive me so we can move past this?”

“Yeah, well you surprised me a little yourself.”  And he let a small smile curl the corner of his mouth.  “It is not everyday that a man comes home and finds his wife nude on her bed with a plastic cock working her clit.”

“For your information,” I said with a much bigger smile on my face.  “I had not gotten to my clit yet.  I was dragging out the anticipation.”

“Now, I am sorry.”  Alex said.  “If I had known you had not brought yourself off yet I would have taken a chair and watched the rest of the show.  How about we go upstairs for a repeat performance?”

“Can I have a cup of coffee first or is there urgency in your suggestion?”

Alex started to laugh and I knew that the worst of the tension was over.  “I was only joking.  Go ahead and pour yourself a cup and sit down and relax.  I am going to be searching for that bondage equipment you have hidden away though.”

I knew he was not going to find what was not there but I smiled seductively at him to make him wonder.  He might not find it today but I would be going shopping in the near future and make sure he finds it later.  And then I thought in the meantime there is always clothesline in the garage.  And a plan began to form in the back of my mind.

We finished our coffee and I turned to Alex.  “Give me about 15 minutes and then come on up to the bedroom.  Perhaps I will have another surprise for you.”

Without making it obvious I went to the garage and found the roll of clothesline that we no longer used.  Using the garden shears I cut off three good-sized lengths and tucked them in the pocket of my robe.  I then made my way back upstairs.  Slipping out of my robe, I retrieved my vibrator and laid it on the bed beside me.  I then tied one section of rope around my left ankle and fastened it to the corner post at the foot of the bed.  With difficulty I followed suit with my right ankle.  Then using my teeth I wrapped the third length around both of my wrists.  I could not figure how to tie them off to the headboard so I just lay there with my hands extended above my head.

Right on schedule, Alex came into the room.  I could tell by the look on his face that this was the last thing he expected to find.  He cautiously approached the bed.  I don’t know why he was moving so slowly; perhaps he expected a monster to jump out and grab him.

“You didn’t do a very thorough job on your wrists.”  He informed me.

“Well, I thought you would want something to do yourself.  I doubt that I can escape from a big strong man like you before you could secure my hands.”

Without comment he went to work on binding my wrists.  I thought he pulled the rope a little unnecessarily tight but I was not going to complain.  He then stretched my hands as far as they could reach and tied them off to the headboard of the bed.

I don’t know what I expected but it was not what Alex did next.  He simply removed his clothes not even giving me a little show, climbed between my legs and thrust himself inside me.  He made no effort whatsoever to stimulate my clit.  He just started grinding his hips against me and within a few minutes shot his load into my vagina.  He then pulled out of my body wiped his cock against my leg and went into the shower.

I lay there in shock hoping that he would come back and do something to relieve the dull ache I felt inside my cunt.  I had been so excited that it would not have taken much to bring me off but I was expecting so much more.

Alex took quite a while before he emerged from the bathroom.  I was disappointed that he was now fully clothed.  Apparently he was done with this experiment.  He then looked my way as if I was an afterthought.  “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.  And just think you did not even have to fake an orgasm because I didn’t give a shit if you had one.  I really like you tied to the bed that way.  I think I will leave you that way for the rest of the day.  If you had not been such a stupid cunt I might have come back for another quick fuck later.  But I think I will just leave you there.  I don’t know how long a person can go without food or water but it will be interesting to find out.  Have a wonderful time.  Just to make sure that you aren’t disturbed I will call your boss and let him know that you will not be coming back to work for a while.  I doubt that your family would come around looking for you anyway but I will call your mother and sister and let them know we had a terrible fight and you have left me and I have no idea where you might be.”  And before I could even reply he left me tied and helpless as he left the room and apparently the house.

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My Evil Step-Sister Returns

Chapter Twenty-Four – Another Day, Another Agony

I was cold cramped and heartbroken by the time that the lid was finally opened to allow me out of my torture box.  It was my stepmother who had come to my rescue and she gave me a big hug when I could finally stand.  “Sandy and Pam are still snuggled up to their men so I figured that I would let you get up and stretch a little before you have to start work.

“Thanks a lot, Mom.  Did anyone tell you what I am expected to wear today?”

Well, since you can’t get into your bedroom I guess you will have to put on what you wore yesterday.  We need to figure out a better system for your clothes and hygiene.  I guess you can use the downstairs bathroom and clean up in the sink but you need to put your clothes somewhere outside of that bedroom so that you don’t disturb your wife in the mornings.

I straightened my dress as much as possible and slid it on after I had put on my lingerie.  I walked into the bathroom and did my necessities and then looked in the mirror.  The bruises were perhaps even uglier than they were the night before and I wished I had some makeup to cover them up with.

Feeling very self-conscious I went into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee and started the machine.  I asked Mom what I could get her for breakfast but she declined  “I will get something for myself in a little while.  Why don’t you start your chores?  As I got to the top of the stairs and started passing my wife’s bedroom I looked down and saw a pair of man’s boots sitting just outside the door.  I saw a piece of paper sticking out of the top of one boot and I bent down and pulled it out.

“Before you do anything else, clean and polish Norm’s boots.  And I think you know how I want them cleaned.  I left your shoeshine kit on the shelf in the ironing room.  Get it, bring it back and do your work on your knees right in the hallway where I can see what you are doing should I come out of the room.  And I will be inspecting your tongue to make sure you did a proper job of cleaning.”

I had almost finished licking both of those boots clean when I heard a moaning sound coming from inside the room.  And then I could hear what sounded like the bed banging up against the wall.  This went on for a long time and finally I heard my wife scream out in what I figured was ecstasy rather than agony.  “Oh god, that was so fucking good.” Pamela cooed.  “I have never cum so hard in my life.  Of course, since I have been married to pencil dick I haven’t cum at all.”

Speaking of that he should be cleaning your boots outside the door.  Would you like to check and make sure he is doing it properly?  I did not hear an answer but shortly the door was pulled open and Norm stood over me.  He was completely naked and his cock still shown with the moisture from his recent fucking of my wife.  “Show me what you have done so far wimp.”

I help up the boots for his inspection and then he ordered me to stick out my tongue.  “Did you lick the soles clean as well?” He asked with a sneer for an expression.

“No Sir, not yet at least.”

Pamela was now standing behind him with her arms around his waist.  Well actually one of them was a little lower than his waist and her fingers were slowly stroking his naked cock.

“Have you forgotten how to address a real man already wimp?” she asked.

I thought a little and then I remembered that Norm had insisted on me calling him Master.  “No Mistress, I should have called him master.  Please forgive me, Master.” I said as I looked at Norm.

“Just make sure you lick those soles clean before you polish the boots.  Right now your wife has got me hard again and I am going to take her back to your bed and fuck her until she screams.”

It took me, at least, an hour to finish those boots and for that entire time, I could hear that headboard hitting the wall.  And just as I was setting the finished boots by the door and starting to leave she fulfilled his prophecy and screamed at the top of her lungs.

I retrieved the dirty towels and washcloths from the guest bathroom along with some more of my stepmother and stepsister’s clothes that they had just dropped on the floor.  There was enough to start a load of laundry and so I did before returning to clean the stool, sink, and shower.  Finally, I went downstairs to see what I could accomplish in the kitchen only to find all five of my house guests along with my wife sitting around the kitchen table drinking coffee.

“There you are slave,” Pamela greeted me.  Sandy tells me that she has put you on a dog food and water diet.  While I am sure it will be good for your girlish figure, I notice that your water bowl still had water in it.  I do not want you to get dehydrated so get over there and lap up everything in that bowl and then refill it and lap that up as well.”

As I settled to my knees and bent my head towards the water I noticed that there was a dead fly floating on the surface.  I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do.  Could I rinse out the bowl and refill it.”

“What are you waiting for?”  Sandy asked.  “Are you so fucking stupid that you don’t even know how to drink water?”

“No Mistress, but there is a fly in my water.”

“So what, a dog wouldn’t mind a little meat in his water.  Lap him up.”

I did so but I gagged as I felt it go over my tongue.

“You damned well better not throw up you fucking pig.”  Pamela declared.  “Now refill that bowl and let this be a lesson to you.  If the bowl, is empty flies won’t be landing in it.”

All three men were roaring with laughter.  “He is such a fucking wimp.”  Norm declared.  “Pam what did you ever see in this loser?”

“I am not sure myself after last night.  It sure wasn’t because of his sexual prowess.  Speaking of that will you be coming by again this evening?”

“No, I am afraid that I have a wife that expects me to pay her some attention.  I hope my being married doesn’t spoil our relationship?”

“I didn’t even consider that you might be married.  Does your wife know about your extracurricular activities?”

“I see no reason to tell her.  What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her and frankly having sex with other women behind her back is far more exciting.”

“I don’t know how I feel about that,” Pamela began.  “I know I must sound like a hypocrite since I am married and you just gave me the best sex I have had in five years, but I really never thought of myself as the other woman.”

“I really don’t blame you but if you change your mind, I programmed my number into your phone.  Give me a call anytime and I will be glad to come over. In any event, when my boots get really dirty again can I drop them off for your slave to lick and polish?”

“Oh God, yes and more than likely while you are here I won’t be able to resist that huge cock of yours.  Are you sure you don’t have time for one more quickie before you go?”

“Sorry doll, I have to run.  Call me.”  And he walked out the door.

“It sounds like you had a wonderful time Pamela.” My stepmother observed.

“Oh, my did I ever.  That man has the biggest cock and he really knows how to use it.  He is nothing like the mini-dick I am married to.  God, I wish he were available.  I would love to have him in my bed every night.”

“Don’t worry dear.  There are a lot of men with big cocks that are available.  You will meet two of them this weekend.  By the way, what have you planned for today?”

“Well, Sandy got about all the clothes that we need for our trip.  I thought I might go into town and have a spa treatment.  I really want to look my very best for the guys.  Maybe I will even get a bikini wax. How do you think I would look with a shaped and trimmed pussy, slave?”

“You will look absolutely gorgeous,” I told her.

“Mom how about you and Sandy joining me, my treat?”

“It sounds like a good idea to me, what about you Sandra?”

“Sure why not.  Have you got enough work to keep shitface busy while we are gone?”

“Sure there is always work to do.  For starters, he can strip both beds and launder the sheets and pillowcases.  I know mine are full of body fluids.  Norm wouldn’t let me get out of bed after he fucked me so all his cum dribbled out onto the lower sheet.  And my God can that man cum.”

“Yeah well his friend wasn’t too bad in that department either.  While you are doing washing I have a whole week’s worth of soiled panties.  I want you to hand wash them like I taught you before you ran away from home.  I won’t be here to stop you from sniffing the crotches so I imagine you will enjoy yourself.  How about you mom?  Did you save your soiled panties for him like we discussed?”

“Yes, but I feel a little self-conscious about Jane washing my dirty underwear.”

“No need to worry about that.  Tell her how you used to pick her panties out of the hamper and sniff the crotches, Jane.  And don’t you dare lie.”

I hung my head but I managed to tell the truth.

“My God, is there no end to your perversions you fucking loser?” My wife spit.  “Well, what the hell, as long as you are going on a panty sniffing expedition you might as well include mine.  In fact, the pair I am wearing right now is probably covered with Norm’s cum so before you wash it I want you to lick the crotch clean.  You might as well get used to the taste of cum because you are going to be eating a lot of it.” And she slid her panties down her legs and tossed them to me.

I could not help myself I had to spread the nylon out and look at the crotch and sure enough, it was crusted with white material.

“Do you like what you see?” Pam asked me.  “Hold them up to your nose and take a good whiff.”

When I obeyed and actually let out a little sigh she ordered me to lick them clean and then hold them up for her to inspect.

“Now get the fuck out of my face loser.  You better not be slacking off while we are gone or you will get 25 strokes of the cane Dr. Marks loaned me.”

As I was walking out of the room, I heard Sandy ask my wife if she knew where a pet shop might be located nearby.  “There is something I want to pick up as a special surprise for our slave.”

I figured it was probably a chew toy or some other dog item that she could humiliate me with but I found out later it was much worse.

I slaved away for the entire day only taking a short break to drink another bowl of water and to relieve myself in the bathroom.  I finally finished with laundering and replacing all the bedding, cleaning all three bathrooms and vacuuming all the carpets upstairs and down.  It was past eight o’clock in the evening when I heard the front door open and three very exuberant women enter the house.  I made my way downstairs and asked them if they wanted me to fix something for them to eat.

“No, we stopped off at the most expensive restaurant in town and gorged ourselves,” Pam stated.  “Have you eaten yet.”

I had completely forgotten that I was supposed to eat a can of dog food.  I wanted to lie and tell them I had but I knew that Sandy would count the cans.  If I were going to go on a hunger strike I would have to be sneakier than that.  I would have to empty the can while she was gone and leave the opened can in the garbage.

“No ma’am I got busy and forgot all about eating.”

“Good because I want to watch you eat your dog food.  That picture that Sandy showed us last night was hilarious, don’t you think so mom?”

“It was funny alright dear but poor Jane looked so forlorn with that dog food all over her face.”

“Poor Jane is lucky she gets anything to eat,” Sandy says.  “Aren’t you grateful I was so thoughtful and got good dog food for you Fido?  Come on and give me a little woof to show how happy you are.”

I figured I might as well play along so I let out a couple of woof, woofs as I got the can of dog food out of the cupboard and filled my bowl.  I then filled my water dish as well and settled down to my meal.  I was getting a little better at keeping my face out of the food as I picked out the larger junks with my teeth.  Only when I was down to just the broth in the bottom did I have to get my face into it in order to lick the bowl clean.

Once again Sandy insisted in taking pictures not only when I was finished but as I was licking the bowl as well.  “By the way, I posted the ones from last night to your Facebook page and I will be sending these as well.  I am so happy I made you give me your username and password.”

I thought about all the people who I had befriended including most of my high school class and I wanted to die at that moment.

When the women finished laughing they went into the living room.  “After you finish washing your face you can come in and give us all a foot massage.  We have been walking all day long and I don’t know about Sandy or Mom but my feet really need attention.”

I finally walked into the living room and Pam and Linda were sitting side-side on the sofa and sharing the footstool.  They had removed their nylons so their feet were bare and waiting for me to start to work.  I saw Sandy over by my trunk and I wondered what she was doing but I was sure it was something sinister and later I was proved right.

“Do Mom’s first slave,” Pam ordered,

So I settled to my knees and reached out with both hands and took my stepmothers left in them both.  I began massaging at the heel and was immediately rewarded by hearing a low moan escape her lips.  “How does that feel mom?” I asked her.

“Wonderful but my foot is so dry it pulls a little.  Do we have any lotion you could use?”

“Don’t worry about lotion,” Pam said.  “Slave lick the bottom of her feet with your tongue and get them nice and wet with your saliva.  And keep repeating it until you have covered every inch of her feet and toes.”

I looked at the sole of the foot I held and knew that at some point she had been walking barefoot as it was dark as mud.  Regardless I bent my head and started licking her foot trying to get as much dirt and grime off of it as I could.  When it was wet I began massaging it and I could feel dirt begin rolling into little balls beneath my thumbs.  So I again licked the full length of her foot and repeated the massaging motion.  It took a long time but eventually her feet were as pink as they could be and I am sure my tongue was as black as mud.  She thanked me and I moved on to my wife’s feet.

Once again I found that they were also extremely dirty and I wondered where they had been walking that would have gotten that much grime onto them.  Pam saw me staring at her soles and she chuckled. “You are wondering why our feet are so filthy aren’t you?  I should really gross you out and tell you we visited a horse farm and walked through the stable barefoot but actually, we just took a walk in the park. Of course, there is a possibility we might have stepped in something really gross there as well.  But it is too late now, get to licking and pay particular attention to the areas between my toes.”

Sandy finally quit fiddling with my trunk and came over and sat down.  When I finished with Pam’s feet I asked Sandy if she wanted me to do hers as well.

“No, not tonight, I am going to go upstairs and take a nice hot bath as soon as I get you settled in for the night.  So get out of your clothes and get into your trunk.  As I neared the trunk I heard Sandy slap a stick against the metal real loud and I could not figure out why she did that.  I looked inside the trunk and saw that she had installed a raised platform and that in various places the points of nails stuck through and I knew they would be very painful as I lay on top of them.

“Before you get into the trunk I need to tie your hands behind your back tonight.  I don’t want anything to get hurt with your hands-free.”

I had no idea what that meant but I put my hands behind my back and allowed her to tie them together.  Then she helped me into the trunk and held my elbow so that I could get down on my knees and then onto my side.  Once again I curled up into a ball so that I could fit inside and she closed the lid.  I heard her close the hasp and I thought I heard something else but I could not quite make out what it was.

“I know you get lonely in there so I got something to keep you company tonight.  I hope you aren’t afraid of snakes.”  And I could hear all three women roaring with laughter.  When that died down I could clearly hear a hissing noise coming from somewhere inside the trunk and then I began screaming as I could feel several snakes begin crawling on various parts of my body.  When one curled up on my cheek I fainted from fright.  That might have been the only thing that kept me from dying of a heart attack that night.

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My Evil Stepsister Returns

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The Cruel Wife Returns

A story of female domination

Prologue Some Past History

There was no doubt that Ruth had done a number on me.  I doubt that any man had ever loved a woman more than I had loved Ruth.  And we had such a wonderful marriage for a great number of years.  And then she had started reading female dominant blogs on the Internet.  She was particularly fond of those dealing with domestic discipline, the ones with the wife giving and the husbands receiving.  I, of course, knew nothing about this until one night after supper when she started enumerating my various flaws as a husband and announced that some things were going to have to change.

I asked her what the hell she was going on about and she told me that she had decided to take control of our marriage and that she would be taking corrective measures to make sure that I became a more attentive and obedient husband.

Of course I looked at her as if she had two heads.  “In our marriage vows, I believe that it was you that promised to love, honor and obey, not the other way around.”

“You don’t have a very good memory then.”  Ruth declared.  “I only promised to love, not the other two words you just inserted after the fact.  But unless you decide you want to obey me, we are headed for the nearest divorce court.  I am tired of doing all the work in this house and I am tired of having my needs ignored.”

“I guess you are going to have to be a little more specific about what you are asking.  I thought that I have been doing my fair share of the housework and I have no idea what needs I have been ignoring.”

“Let’s take it one thing at a time then.”  Ruth started.  “Who does most of the cooking?”

“Well, you do but that is because you are the better cook.  I can and do barbecue on the weekends to give you a break, but if I was to take over the regular cooking we would both die of ptomaine poisoning.”

“And you never thought to spend some of your Internet time on learning to be a better cook instead of on pornography?”

“I will have you know that I don’t spend a lot of time searching for pornography,”  I said with a straight face.

“You forget we share a home computer and I am not as stupid as you are.  I know how to check the history.”

Well, I decided to let that one, drop for a little while.  “Ok, so please go on with your list of my faults.”

“Who spends more time cleaning up after meals, you or I?”

“I think it is about equal.”  I defended myself.

“Really, when was the last time you scoured out a cooking pan or cleaned the stove top?  And I know you have never cleaned out the refrigerator or the oven in your life.  And who does all the laundry and cleans the bathrooms and vacuums the carpets?”

“Ok, so maybe I have not been the perfect maid.  But why are you bringing this up now?  It didn’t seem to bother you in the past.”

“I am bringing it up now.  Other women have found a way to train their lazy worthless husbands and so will I.”

“What other women are you talking about?  Has Lois been filling your head with her feminazi bullshit?”

“This has nothing to do with Lois, although you could take a lesson from her husband.  I have noticed how attentive he is to her needs, unlike someone I could mention.”

“You keep throwing out this attentive to needs line.  What needs do you have that I am ignoring?”

“When was the last time you brought flowers home for me or when was the last time you bought me some sexy underwear, or when was the last time you washed my back or gave me a foot massage, or a cream rub.  And when was the last time you spent more than five minutes trying to get me ready for sex before climbing aboard and sticking little Willy Winkie into me?”

“Wow, we have gone from housework to small penis humiliation in one easy leap.”

“Well, you asked me, so I am telling you.  Surely you didn’t think that I was really getting off with a two-minute drill with a four-inch cock?”

I had taken enough of her abuse for one night and so I got up and walked towards the door.  I had no idea where I was going but I knew I was going away from Ruth.

“You walk out that door and I swear to God, you will regret it,” She yelled at my departing back.

And of course, I was not smart enough to listen.  So I walked out the door and down the street to a neighborhood pub, where I proceeded to use a few shots of bourbon to numb the humiliation of her words.  Well, to be honest it was more than a few shots and I stayed until the bar had closed.  I have no idea how I got home that night but thank God I wasn’t driving.

I woke up the next morning, with three elephants doing a hat dance inside my head.  I quickly realized that I was not in my own bed, or any bed for that matter as my body ached from lying on something much harder than I was used to.  I tried to get to my feet but for some reason, I could not move them and when I tried to push with my arms I found they were not working either.  Then another realization hit me.  I was totally naked and laying on the tile or our entryway.

“I told you that you would regret walking out that door.”  My wife announced as she tapped a booted toe against the tile in front of me.

Now I was becoming more aware of my surroundings.  Through the agony of the worst headache, I had ever experienced I slowly realized that I could not get up because my hands and feet were bound probably with a clothesline.

“I bet you would really like a nice hot shower, some strong hot coffee and a half a bottle of aspirin.  But all of that is going to have to wait until I administer your punishment.”

“Don’t you think, I have punished myself enough?”  I begged.

“I am going to untie your ankles so that I can help you get to your feet.  And then we are going into the living room where I am going to administer a little domestic discipline.  If you try to avoid it in any way it will be much harder on you.  Do you understand what I am telling you?”

“I don’t understand any of this except that you think you have become a dominatrix all of a sudden.”

“It will all become clear in just a few minutes.”  She then untied my ankles and put her hand under my arm and helped me to my feet.  I could not move for a few seconds as the pain in my head made me start to swoon and if Ruth had not been helping to support me I would have ended up back on the floor.  She seemed to realize that I was unsteady and so she allowed me to just stand there until I got my bearings.  Then she led me into the living room where she had placed one of the straight-backed kitchen chairs.  She sat down in it and pulled me over her nylon-clad knees.  If it had not been for the hangover, it probably would have been a pleasant experience.  In any case, I could feel my cock start to harden and I know that Ruth felt it too.

“You are a God damned pervert,” She announced.  “I bring you in for punishment and you turn it into a sexual episode.  Well, we will see how excited you are after I am through with you.”  And she brought her hand down firmly on my ass.  It really was not painful, but I didn’t want her to know that so I allowed myself to yell ouch and that did hurt, as my head was ready to explode.  She swung, again and again, I faked discomfort.  I might have got away with it if my cock had not given me away.  The harder she hit my ass, the harder my dick became.  Soon it was poking between her nylon legs and I could feel droplets of precum starting to form on the tip.  She felt it too and forced me off of her lap.

“This obviously is not going to work,” She announced.  She left me standing there for a few minutes as she went to retrieve something from the bedroom.  When she came back she was brandishing one of my belts that she had doubled in half.

“Now, worm, bend over the back of that chair and we will see how excited you are.”  She wailed away at my ass with that belt for about five minutes and let me tell you I did lose my erection.  Once she was satisfied that I was flaccid and that my ass was bright red, she released my hands and told me to go get cleaned up, take some aspirin and then I could cook breakfast for the two of us.

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My Evil Stepsister Returns

My Evil Stepsister Returns

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Table of Contents

Chapter One – An Unexpected Visit

Chapter Two – The Transformation

Chapter Three – Coming Out To My Wife

Chapter Four – The Conversation With Pamela

Chapter Five – Preparing For The Day

Chapter Six – A Trip To The Mall

Chapter Seven – An Evening With Pamela

Chapter Eight – More Guests Arrive

Chapter Nine – Once Upon a Time

Chapter Ten – Pamela Gives Her Two Cents

Chapter Eleven – Once Upon a Time Continues

Chapter Twelve – The Apology

Chapter Thirteen – Sandy’s Confession

Chapter Fourteen – The Trap Is Sprung

Chapter Fifteen – Pamela’s Interrogation

Chapter Sixteen – Another Day, Another Problem

Chapter Seventeen – Is Divorce The Only Answer

Chapter Eighteen – The Evil Therapist Strikes Again

Chapter Nineteen – A Long Afternoon At The Doctor’s Office

Chapter Twenty – My Training Begins

Chapter Twenty-One – A Night From Hell.

Chapter Twenty-Two – Another Day of Instruction

Chapter Twenty-Three – Serving The Hands That Hit Me

Chapter Twenty-Four – Another Day, Another Agony

Chapter Twenty-five – A Mind Can Only Take So Much

Chapter Twenty-six – More Of The Tale of Misery

Chapter Twenty-seven – The Doctor’s Healing Touch

Chapter Twenty-Eight – Being Alone Is Worse Than Snakes

Chapter Twenty-Nine – The Video of Pamela’s Weekend

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The Voyeur, The Preacher’s Wife and The Bride To be

Helen Makes a Decision

Helen Morris sat on a barstool in the mostly empty hotel bar. Without realizing it, she kept twirling her wedding band between her thumb and first finger of her right hand. To anyone watching it might just be a nervous habit, but what Helen was trying to decide was whether to remove the obvious sign of her marital status or to allow it to stay on as a form of protection against her own confused mind.
She had no idea that she was being watched, although that was always a concern for a woman deciding whether to break her marital vows. Helen did not want to ruin a perfectly good marriage. Well, perhaps not perfectly good otherwise she would not be considering having a one-night stand. And, in truth was that what she was considering? After all, if she really wanted to get laid she would have probably gone some place other than a nearly empty bar.
Shadow watched the woman. She had seen her type any number of times. Her playing with her wedding ring was a sign she was considering doing something she had not yet done. For Shadow’s part, she was hoping the woman would decide in the affirmative. And hopefully that the action would take place right here in the hotel so that Shadow could get everything on tape and documented. So Shadow decided to help the situation along.
Pressing speed-dial she did not have long to wait. Tommy was as decadent as she was and kept himself at the ready for just this type of situation. “How can I help you tonight, or better yet how can you help me?” He said into the phone.
“There is a quail in the bar. I thought perhaps you would like to give a try at getting into her nest. I think she is considering it.”
Helen was just getting up to leave when the man sat down beside her. “I hope you’re not leaving on my account?” He asked.
Helen had been so lost in her own thoughts that she had not even noticed the man as he sat down beside her. But now she turned to see who was speaking to her and she found herself looking at an extremely handsome man. “Uh, no, I am sorry, I didn’t notice you there. I was just going back to my room. This place is so dead.”
“I know that is why I come here sometimes. It gives me a chance to sit and reflect without the large crowds and loud music playing. I noticed you sitting here all alone and I thought perhaps you would like a little company before you retire for the evening.”
“Yes, well, I am not sure that is such a good idea.” And she held up her ring as a defensive measure.
“So talking with people of the opposite sex violates your wedding vows?” He asked with a smile.
Helen chuckled. “No, but I have no idea what your intentions might be. Perhaps you have more on your mind than just talking.”
“My intentions are to spend a little time with an extremely attractive woman. What are your intentions?”
“Well, my intentions were to go back to my room and get an early night. Now, perhaps another drink might be a good idea.”
“Let me buy you one.” Tommy offered.
Shadow watched as Tommy put Helen completely at ease. They exchanged small talk for a couple of hours and finally Helen announced that it was time for her to go since she needed to call and talk with her husband before retiring for the night.
“Are you going to have phone sex with him?” Tommy asked.
Helen broke out laughing. “You obviously do not know my husband. He is a Baptist Minister.”
“So am I to assume that Baptist Ministers do not like sex?” Tommy asked tongue in cheek.
“I guess Roy likes sex although, from the rarity of the act, one might wonder. But talking dirty on the phone is definitely not his style. I am sure he would have me committed if I tried that with him.” And then she stopped and looked down as if she was thinking about something. “And besides, I wouldn’t know what to say if I wanted to give it a try.”
“I would be glad to help you out with that. I could coach you as you talk with your husband. Of course that would mean that I would have to accompany you back to your room.”
Helen looked at him quizzically. “I think you are just trying to get me alone in a hotel room.”
“You could be right about that. Any man that would not want to get you alone with him would be the biggest fool that ever lived. Even through that expensive business suit, you are wearing I can see that you are one foxy lady.”
“If I was to go along with this lunacy of yours what would I say to get the conversation started?”
“You would start out something like this. Oh, Roy, I am so horny just thinking about you that I can’t help but touch myself. I just know I am not going to be able to sleep in this condition. Won’t you please talk dirty to me while I masturbate?” And Tommy said this in his best imitation of a female in heat.
Helen was almost roaring with laughter at that point. And even the fact that Tommy’s hand had landed on her thigh in the middle of his discourse did not deter her. In fact, she wished that he would move that hand up a little closer to the juncture of her legs and her body. She could feel her nipples hardening and her pussy lips were beginning to swell. At that point, she decided that she really wanted to get laid by this man.
“Ok, let’s go make that phone call.” She agreed.
As they got into the elevator and she pressed the button for the fourth floor, Tommy said. “Now, when we get him on the phone don’t forget his name.”
“How could I forget his name?”
“Much easier than you might imagine. You do know my name right?”
“Of course, your name is Tommy.”
“You might want to forget that. I wouldn’t want you calling out, oh Tommy while you are talking with Roy.”
Helen again began to laugh. “I will try to remember that.”
As they got to her room, she took out her key card and slid it into the lock. She pushed the door open and was barely inside before Tommy reached out and spun her around to face him. He gently pulled her into his arms and tilted her head up so that she was looking him directly in the eyes. “Just to get you in the mood,” He said as he lowered his lips to hers.
She was swamped with different emotions, but the one that won out was lust. She parted her lips and allowed his tongue to enter her mouth. She began to suck on it like it was the last tongue on the planet and was rewarded when he released a large amount of his saliva into her mouth. She drank it down like a woman in the middle of a desert and moaned for him to give her more.
Tommy knew that he could take her to the bed and ravage her body right this minute, but he really wanted to play the game out that they had devised in the bar. He pulled her to the bed and removed her suit jacket. The satin blouse was the next to go revealing two perfect C cup sized melons encased in black nylon. He did not try to remove the bra, as he liked his women in lingerie better than in the nude, at least at the start of the action. He could feel her start to have second thoughts and so he pulled her lips back to his and again stuck his tongue in her mouth. Within seconds, he felt her body again relax and her hands found the back of his head and pulled him even closer to her.
“Don’t you want to make that phone call now?”
“I am not sure that is such a good idea. Talking dirty to my husband with another man in the room might be difficult for me.”
“I guarantee you that you will have no problem having phone sex with me in the room,” Tommy said.
Helen thought about all the times she had tried to get Roy to try new and exciting things and all the times he had rejected the ideas without even trying them. Well, he was going to try this. And she picked up the phone and pressed speed-dial.
When Roy answered Helen got right into the act as she pressed the speaker button. “Hello, lover, I just had to call and talk to my sexy husband. I am so horny tonight that I can’t keep my hands off my pussy. Thinking about your big cock is driving me crazy.”
Roy interrupted. “Helen what in heaven’s name has gotten into you? Stop acting like a harlot.”
Tommy felt that was the time he got into the act and he raised Helen’s hair and began gently kissing and licking her neck and shoulders. Moving back up just a little he gently blew into her ear causing her to moan.
“Oh, God, yes that feels so good. Lower baby, kiss my breasts for me.”
“Who are you talking to Helen?” Roy raged.
“Why you, of course, lover. Take out your cock and play along with me.”
“Helen, stop this, this instant.” But she thought she could hear a slight change in his tone of voice. And then when Tommy pulled her left breast out of her cup and began sucking on it, she didn’t care.
“Oh, dear lord Jesus. Suck on that tit. And a large moan escaped her throat as she dropped the phone on the bed.
Tommy dropped to his knees and pulled her skirt down and off her hips. He was grateful she was wearing garters and hose instead of pantyhose and even more grateful she had put her panties on over her garters so that he could easily remove them. Pushing her legs apart, he dipped his head between her thighs and began massaging her clit with the tip of her nose. This elicited a large groan of pleasure. He could hear Roy railing on the other end of the line but Helen was no longer answering him directly. But he was sure Roy could hear her as she moaned and called out for Tommy to lick her wet slit.
She was thrusting up against his mouth and he could hear the bedsprings creaking and he hoped that Roy could hear them as well. He knew Roy could hear her as she cried out with pleasure as her first orgasm in a long time overtook her body. “Oh Tommy, that felt so amazing. Please fuck me now.”
“Who the hell is Tommy?” Roy demanded.
But Helen did not answer him. She was too busy pulling at Tommy’s belt and opening his pants. “Oh, my God, I have never seen a cock that big in my life. You are going to ruin me for Roy. Come here let me taste that magnificent cock.” And then her sounds became muffled as Tommy pushed his cock past her lips and over her tongue. He took his time savoring each inch he pushed into her mouth and was particularly gentle as he felt his tip touch the beginning of her throat. She gagged just a little as he pushed further into her and a little more when his balls finally nestled against her chin. And then with a rhythm, he began to fuck her mouth. And each time he would withdraw he could clearly hear her moan and then when he went deep she would gag just a little. He loved the feeling but he wanted his cock in her cunt even more. “There is nothing like fucking a married woman while her husband watches, or in this case listens.” He thought.
He bent his head and whispered in her ear a little louder than was necessary. “Helen I love what a great cock sucker you are but I want to fuck you now.”
And Helen immediately backed off of his cock. “Yes, God damn, fuck me, Tommy. Fuck me now.”
And fuck her he did. He wasted no time on preliminaries. He positioned himself between her legs and with one mighty thrust he shoved his cock deeper into her wet slash than any cock had ever gone before. Helen screamed loud enough for people in other rooms to hear. “Oh God, you are so big. Please, Jesus, don’t be gentle. Fuck me hard. Squeeze my tits and twist my nipples. Cause me pain while you give me pleasure. Punish me for enjoying your cock this way.
And Tommy did all the things Helen asked of him. And Shadow filmed and recorded everything that happened in room 412.
When the action finally stopped, the phone was still not hung up and Helen could hear her husband weeping on the other end. And no sound had ever made her happier in her life. She vowed she would hear his sobs many more times and that she would see the tears fall as well.
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