Slave Housewife (FFM/f) Part 15
This is the fifteenth part of a story I wrote quite some time ago and have decided to revise (actually this part is all new). This part has been produced with the kind and knowledgeable assistance and co-authoring of u/PenelopeLevinAuthor.
For reasons that I can't quite recall we stopped posting updates, but someone prompted me to continue, so here is another part. Sorry for the huge delay between chapters!! Apologies if you have to go back and reread to remind yourself of where we were.
In between times I have actually rewritten much of what has been posted. I won't post it here but if anyone is interested let me know.
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He looked into her eyes, “Keep looking at me.” While keeping eye contact he reached down and slowly removed each peg, enjoying the flair in her eyes and the intake of breath as each one came off. Once done he leaned down and kissed her again.
He stopped kissing her, but still held his lips to hers, one hand gently stroking across her clitoris. “So my beautiful slut, It's time to tell me whatever it is that you have been trying to tell me. Why are your nipples sore? What is it that you want to say? Take your time, you’re not going anywhere, and neither am I.” He kissed her again, slowly, enjoying it. Then lifted his head to let her speak.
Julie had practiced this in her head so many times, it had seemed so terrifying, but suddenly it wasn’t. She wanted to tell him, wanted him to know every detail, and was no longer afraid that he might take it badly. Being bound made it even easier somehow. But where to start with this new found confidence.
She closed her eyes and lifted her head to be kissed, then slowly began to tell her story, stopping to kiss him when he wanted it, opening herself to him, letting herself remember and describe every moment. Letting the feeling of his hands on her open her mind.
She spoke softly, but not nervously. “A few months ago I was browsing the internet, a bit bored maybe, and I came across a site that had pictures of women in bondage.” She paused to look into his eyes, “Just like the bondage you have me now. I can’t remember how I got there, but I was suddenly struck with how incredibly erotic it was. I sat there for hours, just looking. I couldn't get enough. It brought back distant memories of fantasies that I once had. Things that I had pushed down because I thought they weren’t right for a wife and mother. But I loved them. I was a bit overwhelmed by the photos and my reaction to them, so I shut it down. Eventually though, days later, I had to go back, I just wanted so much to see more, to imagine myself in the photos.”
Richard listened to her, excited to be given a view into her fantasies that he had never imagined existed. Every now and then as she spoke he put in small questions, things he was just too curious about to let pass. “What sort of pictures? What were the ones you liked?”
“Oh! I loved them all, Master. There were pictures of women bound just like you have me now. There were pictures of people being whipped. Made to serve Mistresses and Masters. Bound out in the woods. Being used by groups. Being presented in front of crowds. Women naked at parties where everyone else was clothed. They had bound breasts, clamps and pegs. Toys and objects pushed into them. Things done to them. I loved each and every one. I wanted it to be me. I wanted it to be me that was presented, me that was used, me that was naked in front of the crowd.”
Richard listened to the excitement in her voice, the longing that was revealed, amazed that after so many years this had finally emerged. As she spoke ,he could feel her confidence in her words building. The images had clearly aroused her, but it seemed that revealing herself to him was adding to it. He let his fingers focus, swirling around and across her clitoris, sliding into her. He could feel her muscles tighten, feel her lift.
“Do you like to imagine being presented before a crowd, being whipped in front of them?”
“Oh god yes! Master. Please. I want to do more than imagine it. I want you to do it to me. Present me naked and bound to a crowd, whip me in front of them. Have them use me however you wish. Please, Master!”
Richard continued to swirl his fingers around her wet clitoris, trying to take in her words and all the reactions of her body
She began to pant slightly as her pleasure rose, “I want it so much! To be the centre of all that attention, to be used by crowds, to be controlled and commanded. To have so much inflicted on my body. To …”.
Julie’s orgasm crashed through her as she cried out in pleasure.
Richard looked on in awe at the incredible sight of his wife’s body bucking wildly against the ropes. Her pelvis thrusting toward his hand, practically demanding more from his fingers. His own body throbbed with desire in response. He just wanted to take her, to feel himself inside her, but in the end watching her body move was better than anything else.
After a while Julie came back down from her high, looked up and smiled at him, and continued her story. Richard returned to stroking her as she spoke, and a cycle started again that they both knew would inevitably result in her reaching her orgasm again.
“I went to look at them one day. I was just so aroused. I had got my vibrator out, and I was using it as I imagined myself in the pictures, as the star of each one. I was so lost in my thoughts I couldn't pay attention to anything else. The fantasy of being in those pictures was just so strong, nothing else mattered. Then just as I reached orgasm, Jane, Beth … and Anna came into the room. They saw me, saw everything. I was so embarrassed, so humiliated, and so … and so aroused.”
Richard listened in wonder and awe, sometimes concerned, sometimes horrified, but always aroused, to all her story. Again and again she came telling him about what had happened. His hands lifting her and helping her. He asked questions and she responded.
As Julie recounted the events of the last weeks, it felt like a weight was lifting from her. Richard now knew everything. Her body was overwhelmed by pleasure again and again as his hands and her memories combined to lift her to orgasm. Each time afterwards, he would lean in to assure her he wanted to hear more and to kiss her, whisper for her to continue, then let his hands drift down to start the cycle anew.
Richard was astounded that all this had happened without his knowledge when he had been right there; he had known something unusual was happening, but he never would have guessed in his wildest dreams. He was both ecstatic to hear of what had happened to her, what she had done; but also sad that he had not been there to see it, to take part, to enjoy it.
Julie looked up her arm at the rope wrapped around her wrists and remembered being tied up in the front hallway, ropes pulling her legs apart, holding her exposed in front of the door. Remembered the girls laughing as they pushed golf balls into her, competing to see how many they could fit as she was stretched wide. She took a deep breath and started telling Richard about it. He listened in amazement.
When she finished telling him every last detail, Richard injected, “I remember thinking that you had cleaned my golf balls! I even thanked you for doing it! At the driving range I wondered what you had used as I was getting a tiny bit more distance with each shot.” He shook his head, gently laughing as he again realised what he had missed whilst it happened right under his nose.
He got up and went into the dressing room and retrieved a few of the spare balls from his golf bag, bouncing them in his hand as he came back. Julie blushed looking at them. “So these balls have already been inside you?”
Julie nodded her head and whispered, “Yes Master, they pushed a lot of them into me, I felt so full, and they just kept trying to get more in.” She couldn’t help the muscles of her pussy clenching with the memory.
Richard watched her reaction, happy at how clear her desires were written in her body movements. He lay back down on the bed. Taking one of the balls he rolled it across her pussy, sliding it up and down, coating it in her juices, and rolling it around her clitoris. Julie closed her eyes and to the extent that the ropes allowed opened herself up, pushing her pelvis out to present him with her excited and wet hole. He kissed her as he pushed the ball deep into her; he could feel her body, feel her excitement in every muscle, feel it in her kiss.
Julie whispered to him, “More please, Master. Fill me. Make me take them all.”
He took his time and slowly pushed another into her, delighted by her beautiful reactions. And then another.
When the third ball was lost inside her he lifted his head and spoke gently into her ear as he ran his hand over her pussy, stroking her clitoris, and every now and then giving her pussy a gentle spank. “So many in here. It turns out my gorgeous slut has lots of lovely uses. Maybe from now on I will fill you up before every game I play.”
Julie moaned in agreement, her eyes closed, whispering to him, “Yes Master, my body is yours to use how you like.” She lifted her head to kiss him harder. He could feel the tension in her body lifting.
“And with my golf balls covered in your juices I will play that little bit better. Each time I pick up a ball I will think of where they have been.” He swirled his fingers over her clitoris as she moaned in desire.
“My golf buddies will know something has changed. Maybe I’ll tell them I have a secret way of coating my golf balls that gives better flight distance. Maybe I’ll offer to have their golf balls coated for them.”
Julie’s body shuddered in lust at the thought of being used, of all his friends using golf balls soaked in her juices. “Yes Master.”
Richard continued whispering in her ear. “Or maybe I’ll just bring them around, and tie you up and let them coat their golf balls in your pussy juice for themselves. All those men pushing them into you, lining up to get their turn. Or take you with us to the course full so you can give us the balls when we need them.”
Julie’s moans turned to loud groans of pleasure, her body shaking at the thought of being used by so many, of how it would feel to have her body so casually used, to become an object to be filled. She whispered harshly to him, “Yes Master! Please! Tie me up open for them to see when they use me. Let them use me however you wish! Invite them all, please Master. They can all push whatever you want into me. If I don’t serve you well enough you should punish me. Punish me in front of them. Oh, Master!” Her stomach muscles tighten as her orgasm ripped through her, the strength of it forcing the golf balls back out of her.
Richard watched her body come down from her orgasm, amazed at what the force of her desires could do to her. He picked up the balls and tossed them off the bed. Ran his hands over her body. When she opened her eyes and looked at him again, slightly dazed from her orgasm. He whispered to her, “One day I will punish you in front of a crowd.” She shuddered in desire, then he gently prompted her to keep on telling her story.