Chained slave wife

CHAPTER EIGHT

Behind the two-way mirror, Sylvia slowly eased her mouth along John's rigid cock until she was just licking the cocktip. She smiled up at him as he stared out at Sally's crumpled form on the carpet in the other room.

"Shit, man," he said, "the bitch came."

"She sure did," Sylvia agreed, running his rigid fucker between her soft lips again. "Now you know that's the way to treat her. They'll let her get over this and then we'll watch again. You wait for the next round." She smiled up at him and bit gently down on his cock. Slowly she worked her way up his body until she was hanging around his chest and her mouth was close to his ear. "That's the way to treat a bitch like her, and that's the way to treat a bitch like me, too." Her hand went to caress his cock again.

John couldn't believe his ears. Sylvia's hand on his cock almost brought him off again. He had stood in front of the mirror, watching the humiliations heaped on his wife, all the time getting his prick gently sucked and played with by this woman, and now she was inviting him to treat her as they had treated Sally. He ran his arm down Sylvia's back and caressed her ass cheeks, getting a gasp and hard squeeze of his cock as he did so.

"I'm such a wicked little girl," Sylvia said softly to him. "I deserve to be punished, hard, punished by a big strong man like you, make me do anything he wants. And everything."

John had another brief struggle. It was wrong, wrong, his father had drummed into him, wrong to strike a woman in any way at all. Wrong, wrong…

And then the long-repressed memory hit him, came out into the open. He had been just a kid, and heard noises from his parents' bedroom, got up in the middle of the night, moved along the passage in bare feet, knocked on the door. There had been a strange commotion from inside, and he couldn't understand it. After a time his father had opened the door and peered out.

"What do you want, boy?" he had asked. And behind him John had seen his mother, half out of her leather bonds, but still with her feet spread and tied to the legs of the heavy wickerwork chair in his parents' bedroom.

So that was it. Hypocrisy again. Shit, that was the real trouble, that was why he hadn't been able to deal with Sally, and why he'd married a bitch like her in the first place.

Then he turned and ran his hands over Sylvia's luscious big tits. "A wicked girl huh?"

"Oh, yes," said Sylvia, almost coming at the touch of his suddenly commanding hands. He pulled open another button of her tiny little slip and she moaned.

"Well, we shall have to punish that wicked little girl, shan't we," he said, taking her nipples in his fingers and pinching them harder.

"Oh, yes, oh, yes, sir – please, I deserve it," she gasped.

For the first time, John looked around the dimly lit room. Behind them was a huge bed, piled with pillows and cushions. But what he needed was a whip, something like Cindy and Hank had used on Sally.

"Oh, please, sir," said Sylvia, hugging him closer, gasping in his ear. "There's what you need at the head of the bed, sir. Just what you need."

A new surge of lust went through John as he led Sylvia over to the bed and tossed her onto it. She moaned and hugged a pillow into her stomach, lifting her ass. There were thin suspender straps leading down to her stockings.

Hanging at the head of the bed was a whip. A short-handled one, with strips of knotted leather reaching down in a loose bunch from it.

Sylvia moaned again as she saw him bring it out. She hadn't been whipped since the night they had planned this weekend, and she felt as if she would come just looking at it. She watched as John swung it, seeing how the strands cut through the air. Me was new to this, but already he had a pretty good idea of what to do. He stood by the side of the bed, looking at Sylvia's face as she gasped with lust, biting into one of the cushions as she waited.

John dropped the whip over Sylvia's ass, softly, judging the distance, making sure he had it right. Sylvia moaned and turned her desperate face again into the pillows.

Slowly John raised the whip again, over his shoulder, waiting as Sylvia went crazy on the bed, her ass beating up and down, waiting, begging for it. Then he whipped her ass. Hard. A single stroke, down over the heaving mounds of her ass. Sylvia screamed and almost leaped off the bed.

"Oh, yes!" she yelled.

John whipped her again, watching as the knotted leather reddened her ass cheeks. He didn't notice that his left hand was slowly running up and down his cock. At the top of her next thrust he whipped her again, heard her scream, watched as her ass rammed down into the bed and instantly surged up again, wanting the stroke that came as he whipped again, hitting her exactly at the top of her thrust.

"Oh, shit!" she yelled. "Oh, please, whip me now, make me come. I'll do anything. Whip me again, please, whip me, whip me, make me come, then whip me again… aaaaaghhhh! Oh, you lovely bastard!"

She went crazy on the bed, leaping up and down as he whipped her. Suddenly she plunged her head into the pillows and a long drawn-out scream was muffled as she came.

It had been too long, she had to come right away and she knew it wouldn't satisfy her much at all. It was great as the pain reached out, mingling with the orgasm running through her entire body, but it was just a start.

"Turn over," he said.

And there was a new authority in his voice that thrilled Sylvia – a man's command to his slave, and not to be ignored. She rolled over onto her back and gazed up at him.

"Open your legs," he said.

She spread her thighs, showing him the dark mound of her pussy – and the hard bud of her clit, showing between the lips of her cunt. For a moment John was tempted to whip her pussy, but Sylvia's tits spread invitingly over her chest, the nipples prominent, the tit flesh soft and ready. Slowly he let the strands of the whip brush over the sensitive tit mounds and he moved closer until he was at the edge of the bed, looking directly down on Sylvia. She smiled, her lips parted, the red oval inviting him to spend all his lust on her willing, helpless body.

"Oh, yes," she whispered as the whip caressed her tits.

"Run your hand down to your pussy," he said.

"I can think of a better way to do it," said a voice, and John turned to find Monique standing in the doorway.

She still had her maid's uniform on, but the skirt was up close to her waist, and she was fucking the vibrator in and out of her cunt as she looked at the two of them.

"How about I take care of her cunt while you whip her tits?" Monique suggested, the combination of the innocent teenaged face and the utter depravity of the suggestion sending further pulses of lust through John.

Monique opened the buttons at the top of her maid's uniform and showed John her small high tits. "You can whip them, too, if you want," she said, fucking the vibrator in and out of her cunt.

"Get over here," said John. He wasn't sure what he was going to do, but Sylvia's hand was on his cock.

"Oh, please," she moaned. "Please, whip me first, please!"

He looked Monique over, then told her to get between Sylvia's legs. The little maid slid onto the bed and up, kissing Sylvia's thighs as she went. Sylvia moaned and held harder to John's prick and he let her as Monique softly reached out and kissed Sylvia's cunt lips. Sylvia gasped, her hand almost tearing John's cock off. Then she screamed as John finally lost patience and whipped her across her soft spreading tits.

"Work my cock gently, bitch, or I'll whip you till you're sorry!" he snapped.

To make his point, he whipped her again and the red marks spread over her tits as she screamed and rocked on the bed. Monique sucked on her clit, sending the pleasure to meet with the agony from her red and swollen tits. Her hand clutched convulsively at John's cock as he brought the whip down again on her tits and they bounced and stretched under the slashing onslaught.

Sylvia moaned and rolled on the bed, the delicious agony flowing from her tits to meet the soft licking Monique was giving her burning pussy. Her hands were still around John's cock, rubbing up and down on the cock shaft. She was forced to look up at his cock, so long and thick in her fingers, as his arm went back and she saw the whip slashing down once more onto her tits. She yelled, twisting at the pain. And he whipped her again and she could see the lust in his eyes as he slapped the leather down mercilessly, spreading the red pain through her body, sending the first surges of a new came crashing into every tight little corner of her flesh.

Then Monique slid the tip of the vibrator into the lips of Sylvia's pussy. Sylvia gasped, then screamed with lust as John whipped her again. Her hands worked desperately on his cock, but he held back, enjoying her helplessness. Monique fucked the vibrator in farther and it ran along the walls of her pussy, entering easily on the freely flowing cunt juices.

"Oh, God," Sylvia moaned. "Oh, God, whip me, please do it again, whip me!"

She saw the whip flashing downwards, closed her eyes as he cut expertly across her tits. At that moment, Monique tucked the vibrator the rest of the way into her cunt and Sylvia came. She lost all sense of time. Vaguely she knew that she was rolling on the soft cushions, begging John for more of the whip, and harder, harder on her tortured tits. The rushes of orgasm careened through her entire body, sending her higher and higher with each stroke of the wonderful whip that John was now wielding with such precision. He was above her, his arm crashing down as her body leaped and her tits spread pain, eagerly searching for more, more pain that would send her higher.

She hardly noticed that Monique expertly tied the vibrator around her hips, leaving it imprisoned in her cunt, then took her legs and spread them, pulling them back as she walked around the bed. Monique's soft warm body snuggled up behind John as he brought the whip down again on Sylvia's pleading, leaping body. Monique spread Sylvia's legs as wide as she could and ran her hot little hips over his ass.

"Now you can whip that little pussy, too," she whispered in John's ear as she pulled Sylvia's legs farther back, around John's arms, and Sylvia's well-whipped ass came up higher into the air.

John felt Sylvia's hands clutching at his cock, but he wasn't going to let her bring him off yet. He brought the whip down on the soft hairy mound of her pussy and saw it flick onto the clit, already swollen and red between the cunt lips. Sylvia's screams echoed around the room, dampened by the lush furnishings, but beating at John's ears as he whipped her wide-open pussy again and some of the leather strands went across the stretched ass cheeks.

"Ohhhhhh, shhhiiitt!" Sylvia screamed, her legs going wild, her hips reaching up, her eyes closed as she waited.

John surprised her with another whipping across her tits, then swung down onto her pussy again. The thongs crashed across the end of the vibrator, sending it farther into her cunt until her cunt muscles forced it out as far as the straps would allow it. John sensed she was ready to crash over the final summit and collapse. He could probably hold her just where she was, coming in one endless orgasm, for nearly as long as he wanted. But he was ready to fuck his cock in one hole or the other, and he wasn't going to exhaust her. He whipped her tits again, then put three extra-hard strokes on her cunt, one after the other, fast.

Sylvia felt her orgasm throw her almost off the bed as she took the final waves thumping through her, sending her into that world where she could only go if she was well and truly whipped by a man who knew what he was doing. Her whole body throbbed with ecstasy as she fell back onto the bed and Monique let her legs go. Sylvia moaned and rolled onto her face, her red and sore tits pushing into the mattress as she fought to keep the feeling running through her. Her fingers were down at her cunt, pushing the vibrator harder into her pussy, her face buried in the pillows as she moaned for more.

Monique stood with John and watched Sylvia writhe on the bed.

"I think she needs her ass fucked," said Monique, running her own hands over John's rigid prick. "That's what I usually need when I get that gone." She knelt and took his cock into her warm mouth for an instant. "Must make sure it's hard enough, mustn't we, sir?"

"Right down your throat," John ordered, and he gasped with pleasure as the little slave sucked in his cock until his balls were against her chin. "That's a good girl." He was looking at Sylvia still moaning and rolling on the bed. "Keep it like that until I tell you to stop, and then you get your little pussy sucked while I fuck her ass."

Monique murmured with pleasure and took his cock even deeper, that last inch so that her tongue worked lightly on his balls.

"Roll over," he ordered, and he watched as she obediently turned onto her stomach. "Get your hands away from your pussy."

"Oh, yes, sir!" Sylvia cried, and she spread her arms out above her head on the bed.

John watched Monique as she licked and sucked his cock to the balls again. He almost came with the sense of power he had, but he controlled himself. He knew already that the master also had to satisfy the slave, and he was going to do that, all right.

"Swing your legs over the edge of the bed," he said to Sylvia. "That's right, onto the floor, spread them, get them straight. Get your ass higher. That's better." Almost casually, he whipped her ass again, getting another desperate scream of lust from Sylvia. "Now, you are going to suck this good little girl here off, while I fuck your ass. You hear that?"

"Oh, yes!" screamed Sylvia as he cut into her ass again. "I'll do anything, sir, anything you tell me."

"Hope so," said John with satisfaction.

Slowly he pulled Monique's hot little mouth from his cock, though he made her suck on the cocktip for a few moments. Then he told her to get onto the bed, and eagerly Monique scrambled up and spread her legs around Sylvia's head, pulling at her dark hair until her face was buried in her crotch.

"Make sure she gives you a good suck," said John, "or we shall have to encourage her a bit."

"I think she needs a little, sir," said Monique. "She's not really sucking me deeply enough."

John stood back and gave Sylvia three hard beatings on her ass.

"Oh, yes, sir," said Monique. "That's much better sir."

By now John's cock was in need of a warm, tight hole to shoot his cum load in. He had been sucked and worked on just enough. He put lotion on his throbbing cock and leaned in over Sylvia's thrusting body as she sucked Monique's cunt. Slowly he edged his cock against the tight little hole of Sylvia's ass, hearing her moan as he pushed it in, just past the first ring of muscle. In one thrust, he fucked right into Sylvia's ass right up until he could hear his balls slap against her red ass cheeks.

Sylvia screamed, threw herself off the bed and crashed down again, her mouth still held to Monique's warm little pussy. John pulled his prick almost out of her ass and fucked in again. Then he started a hard regular fucking, his cock almost ready to burst from the tight pulling Sylvia's ass was giving him.

The vibrator in Sylvia's pussy stretched the cunt walls and rubbed deliciously against the thin wall separating her cunt from her asshole. To Sylvia, it seemed as if she were being fucked by the two most enormous cocks in the world. They filled her body, the thrust of the rock-hard cock in her ass running along the smooth length of the vibrator, held firmly in her cunt, working its throbbing magic, sending her into the endless come she had always wanted. Her mouth on Monique's clit worked like fury. Sylvia felt Monique coming.

"Oh, suck it!" Monique shouted. "Suck it! Oh, make me come? Oh, I'll be such a bitch coming by being sucked, you'll have to punish me for that, sir, won't you?"

That sent John into orgasm. His cock had been teased and handled by these two chicks for just too long. His cum burst out into Sylvia's ass as she yelled and, rolled, her own come breaking over the top into that release she could only get most of the time from the pain of leather on her ass or pussy or tits. The two women clutched and held each other and John shot wad after wad of his hot cum into Sylvia's ass, leaning back, fucking as deep as he could. Her ass heaved back to take his sock deeper and deeper.

Finally, they fell exhausted across the bed and Sylvia felt John's cock slide out of her asshole, and Monique undid the straps of the vibrator and cased that out of her satisfied cunt. She lay there, in the luxury of blissful satisfaction and heard Monique as she smoothed her maid's dress down and got off the bed.

"I think you should let me give you a nice warm bath, sir. Then we'll be ready to get that wonderful cock of yours hard again while we watch them train your wife to be as obedient as she should be."