1 comments/ 56186 views/ 6 favorites Outside the Comfort Zone By: slutboynz One of the more intense periods of my life happened when I was searching for a new Mistress. I guess having been used as a slut for some time, and now being without a vicious Mistress I was missing the pain in parts of my body, especially my balls...but that was about to change. Meeting Mistress G for the first time, I was pleased to see all her descriptions had been accurate, this being before the age of internet and email. Tall, quite athletic and whilst she was in her forties she looked rather yummy, to me anyway. But I've always had a thing for mature women. Right from the get-go she was bossy, but in a calm manner, as though she felt no need to raise her voice to get compliance. I was naked and on my hands and knees a few minutes after walking in her door. As she ran her hands all over my quivering body, she laughed softly at my anticipation. The surprise of seeing her squatting at my head, and then feeling my nuts being kicked was surreal. I hadn't heard Mistress' muse enter the room, nor had Mistress G even told me she had an understudy, but feeling the kick left me in no doubt I had found something worthwhile.... The two women would torment me in whatever manner it pleased them, there were weeks where I would be required to lick them and finger them to countless orgasms, without being allowed to cum myself. The torture of eating pussy whilst being locked in a chastity device, then released and made to fuck both women for hours on end all without being allowed to cum was just beyond words. But hey, this is what I'd been looking for, I just didn't expect Mistress G to be able to dish it out with such ease. After three weeks in the cockcage without cumming I was released early one Saturday morning. My balls were roped to stretch them away from my body and a leash attached. By this leash I was led to the playroom where I was then tied to a device they called a rotisserie, kind of like a cross mounted on a spindle so I could be hung upside down or even suspended from it. Seeing I had no choice, I watched as Mistress G and her muse fastened the many straps as they both giggled and talked of what they were going to do to me.... The first hour consisted of little more than wanking me with their hands. My balls felt absolutely huge, partly from the weeks of pent-up desire and partly from the rope and wanking. Bit by bit more toys were added, nipple clamps, then the mini metal clothes pins came out, clamping tight on any part of the body they choose to apply them to. Armpits are sensitive at the best of times, but try adding a dozen or so clothes pins and you've got my attention! The wanking continued, along with the constant reminders of not to cum until given permission. Taking turns, the women next began sucking me a little, making my cock nice and wet and licking it like a lollypop as they just held my balls tight. Each time I groaned I would be told not to cum, or I would be made to feel sorry for such a transgression. It was when Mistress and muse started taking turns riding my cock that I started to have serious trouble holding back. Thank goodness Mistress G recognized this early enough and started smacking my balls as she rode me, there just something about having your cock ballsdeep in a juicy cunt whilst having your nuts slapped that is just sooooo yummy! Time stands still in these circumstances, and whilst I was later told how long I'd been tied up, at the time I had little idea that I'd been tied up for almost twelve hours before being allowed to cum. During this time both women tok great delight not just in whacking my cock and balls around, tormenting my nipples to the point I could hardly feel them anymore, but what surprised me most was how turned on they got from pissing in my mouth. Having taken to playing without a safeword, they could do with me what they wanted, and letting their bladders drain into my mouth got them both rather excited. Somewhere along the way a ball press came into play, so hanging upside down and having an evil woman clamp your nuts into a press and them turning the screws up tight so that I squeal and hearing her laugh at my pain....yum! The thing that cracked me up was how my cock would just be throbbing as my balls were hurt. Mistress G would just grab my cock and give it a few good strokes each time I groaned from the pain in my balls, and then tell me that it can't be hurting that much for this cock is still enjoying it... To tell the truth it got to the point where the pain being given to my balls was actually welcome, as it felt like a distraction from the pain that seemed to come from not having been able to cum for weeks. That was all to change soon though, for once Mistress announced I was to cum on her command, glass at the ready to catch my load....the pain changed to pure excited lust. "Cum now!" she barked as the glass was held over my purple knob and within seconds spurt after spurt of thick gooey cum erupted from my frustrated balls. "Mmmmmm, very nice", Mistress commented as she milked the last few drops from my cock, giving my balls a firm squeeze as the glass was handed off to her muse. "Round one complete, let's see how long it will take you to cum again then huh," Mistress said in a mocking voice, her hand already stroking me hard. For the next six hours I was forced to cum again and again, to the point where I would orgasm and nothing at all would come out of my cock. After several dry orgasms Mistress G told me it was now time for me to drink my collected spunk. OK, fresh spunk is actually quite nice, but cold cum and such a big collection....mmmm...yuck! But there was no choice as muse held the glass to my lips as Mistress wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of my sack and squeezed rather hard. "Go on slut, you know you want to drink it for me," she goaded me as she squeezed harder and harder. I swallowed the lot, as rancid as it tasted, better than continuing to feel that ache in my nuts.... The weirdest thing was how by now my cock would stay rockhard and the ache in my balls was worse than any kicking or beating I'd received.... Now the women took turns riding me again and just cumming on my cock and swapping positions. Over and over they'd cum, until my crying from absolute agony in my nuts made them relent and untie me from my shackles. About eighteen hours had gone by from start to finish and whilst I was allowed to pee in a bucket from time to time and fed a few powershakes, I felt drained and tired, not to mention incredible sore. Not just in my balls either, the body being restrained and tormented for lengthy periods is much harder than I'd expected. Mistress later admitted that I'd done very well, much better than any slave to date. As a reward I was allowed to make love to her freely for the next week, cumming in her and then eaiting it out, eating her pussy for hours and the best treat of all, 69ing with Mistress....I think she was starting to take a shine to my desire to take her pain.... Outside the Comfort Zone Hey!! I know this should probably be in bondage or in Lesbian category but I have another two chapters I may post (one with the husband and one with all three). The core of the story is how much this woman loves her husband. Hence why it's in loving wives. ***** Victoria triple checked her phone to make sure the address was correct. She had terrible visions of walking in to the wrong house. She was fifteen minutes early. She remained in her Fiat pretending to be texting in case any one were to glance her way. She pulled down her car visor to have a look at herself. She had laid the makeup on heavy as requested. Her husband would be shocked, dark eye liner and thick mascara. She had been about concealing and natural beauty for as long as she could remember. She fluffed her hair. She paid a fortune to keep it died and curled to just below her shoulders. "Not bad for 42 Victoria, not bad." She meant it. She had the faint lines of ageing but botox was the one thing she steered clear of. Her husband liked seeing her laugh lines. Thinking about her husband made her hazel eyes start to tear up. She grabbed her wide rimmed Gucci glasses and shoved them on to her face. She stepped from her car quickly to avoid second guessing herself. She stood up smoothing out her yellow sundress. It fell to below her knees and flattered her figure. Five days a week in the gym and never having kids made her size 2 the envy of the bridge club. Her brown kitten heels matched her purse perfectly. She tried to not slam the door when closing it. The woman had said to park at the side and to walk around back. She couldn't remember the last time she didn't go through a front entrance of a home. She waved politely at the two young boys bicycling past her. She didn't seem out of place. The neighborhood was actually quite nice. The cars were all expensive and the lawns were all pristine. A true homeowner society at its best. Victoria couldn't help but wonder if it was what the woman did for work, or the husband, that could afford the beautiful 2 story Victorian she was about to walk in to. She found the side gate as described. It was a small white fence that came to her waist. She was starting to relax as she passed in to a modest garden. It actually looked like her garden at home. The stone path way was artfully done. She only hobbled a little on one of them. She felt that was a good sign her nerves were relaxing. She was at the woman's back door before she felt ready. The world sounded peaceful. The air smelled fresh. The back door was painted a fresh white and looked welcoming against the houses tan colors. She knocked hard not seeing any doorbell. She fiddled with her purse as she waited. All it had in it was the money, her phone and her car key. She had left the rest of her stuff in the car. She felt like all things Victoria needed to stay in her center console until she was done. She'd have left the phone but she was afraid the woman might text with new instructions. The door opened abruptly making her jump a little. "Aren't you a skittish pet." The woman before her cooed. She was truly beautiful. Victoria could feel herself slowly swallow as she waited to be welcomed in. The woman seemed set on just making her squirm and wait. "Call me Mistress. Just Mistress, like just Cher" Was all she said. She didn't offer her hand or wave her in. She had tall black strappy boots that Victoria had never seen outside of pictures. There was a sliver of her flesh showing between her thigh high boots and Playtex skirt. The skirt and the corset gripped the woman painfully tight accenting her hour glass figure. The top of the corset barely containing her very fake looking breast. "Go on." She urged. Victoria licked her lips looking at her face now realizing she had been staring. She was taken back how young she looked. She had straight platinum blonde hair. Her eyes were a dark oval shaped brown and her lips painted a dark purple were full. Other than the lipstick and eyeliner the woman looked as if she had almost no makeup on. She didn't appear to need it. "Mistress." Victoria whispered. She felt her embarrassment climb up her body knowing her face would be bright red soon. She felt like she was standing naked in the middle of the street. Mistress motioned her in. "We'll need to work on that pet." Victoria nodded softly walking in to the small mudroom. Victoria rushed in and Mistress closed the door loudly behind her. There were three doors in front of them all closed. Mistress said nothing and walked to the door furthest from them. Victoria followed silently behind her. Victoria felt herself sweating the second the beautiful woman opened the door. It was painted blood red and the decently sized room looked like a torture chamber. "Leave the money there." Mistress said pointing to a stool by the door. She kept her back to Victoria as she walked further in grabbing two folding chairs. Victoria had been studying the back of her wondering how she had laced herself up in all of that. Mistress wore gloves as well and seemed to have almost all of her sunkissed skin covered. Minus the brief flash of her bottom as she walked. Victoria was frozen she couldn't walk in. She stared at Mistress as she turned. She only looked at her trying to avoid the swing hanging next to her. She gripped her purse in front of her and realized she was shaking. She was utterly terrified and had no idea what to do. Mistress had answered the door with a stern face. She'd spoken curtly and slammed down the two folding chairs. Sitting down she stared at the woman who had hired her with some concern. "Have you never done this Victoria." Victoria shook her head no violently unable to speak. Mistress pat the chair across from her. She also gave it a little push so it was further from her. "First you take off your Sunglasses. There's no cameras or windows here. I promise." Until Mistress mentioned it Victoria hadn't even noticed she had them on. She slid them off fumbling to put them in the purse. The walls seemed a bit brighter and less blood like. That helped her some. "Leave your purse on the chair and come sit with me. I'll go on faith you have my fee" Victoria jutted her chin out and forced herself to walk. She placed the purse gently down and continued moving forward. She felt like she was someone else as she sat next to her dark stranger. She glimpsed a massage table and a black armoire before sitting down. Mistress crossed her legs while Victoria pinned her knees together holding her hands in front of her. "I don't do scat, no pissing, nothing nasty. I don't do bestiality or ANR. This is a business transaction and nothing personal. This is not a sexual service and I expect that you will keep my privacy as I do yours." Victoria kept eye contact with Mistress as she said all those things. She nodded yes even though she didn't know what ANR was. She just knew she wanted privacy just as much. Victoria felt her eyes bulging as to woman continued to say things she wouldn't do. She also added in disclaimers and suggestions of what may occur in any given session. She really hadn't expected so much detail. Talking it out seemed worse than doing it. "Victoria you're shaking." Mistress spoke looking genuinely concerned. She placed a hand on Victoria's knee and she jumped in response. She tensed her body and willed it to stop acting so childish. Mistress sat back looking Victoria up and down slowly. "Why are you here Victoria? I've seen woman shake before but it's out of excitement. If they are here for me it's because they've had a lot of experience. I try not to judge on appearance but you really don't seem like you belong here." Victoria opened her mouth and nothing came out. She took a calming breath and tired again only managing "My husband." Before she started tearing up. She waved her hands in front of her eyes willing herself not to cry for fear of her mascara running. "Oh god." Mistress groaned putting her hand up to stop Victoria. "Look, I only work with woman so I know its not that he was here. If he is cheating or he wants you to do something that you don't want to do then I'm not for you. This place is for mutual enjoyment not a therapy office." Mistress put her hands on her knees as if to stand when Victoria grabbed her arm. She started speaking quickly shocked at what she'd just heard. "My husband would NEVER cheat." She started defensively. "I love my husband and he would NEVER ask me to do something I didn't want to. In fact that's the problem." Victoria jerked her hand back when Mistress raised an eyebrow looking at it. Mistress motioned for Victoria to continue relaxing back in her chair. "My husband and I were destined to be together." Victoria hesitated because that was usually when she got weird looks. Mistress kept the same face so she continued. "We started dating in high school. We are exactly 2 years apart. We have the same birthday and we have grown up celebrating it together because he lived right next door to me." Victoria felt herself relaxing, as she always did, when discussing her husband. "We married right out of high school, attended the same college and we have been inseparable ever since. My husband is a wonderful man and we have built a company that has thrived. Now he is a CEO of a major company and I get to be, as he puts it, his trophy wife. I've known this man my whole life and I've been married to him for over 20 years and.." Mistress cut her off looking surprised. "Whoa, how old are you?" Victoria sat up straight giving a warm smile. "My husband, Jeff, will be 45 and I will be 43 in two weeks." Victoria didn't know how to react to Mistress when she whistled. "Holy shit Victoria I wouldn't have guessed a day over 30. You are hot!" Victoria blushed at the compliment and mumbled her thanks before continuing. "We have never kept a secret from each other. We almost never fight and we had our first true blow out last month." She hesitated feeling guilty for talking about her marriage outside the home. "You see we have sex rather regularly and the last few times he tended to my needs and didn't get well... You know." She glanced away from Mistress. She regretted it immediately upon seeing a mirror posed next to what she thought was a support beam for gymnastics. "He hasn't been cumming? That could be a health thing Sweety." Mistress said it delicately, clearly trying to not insult her. Victoria shook her head. "That's what I thought at first. Every time though he had been sneaking off after I fell asleep. I know because I'd wake up to him getting back in bed. One night I pretended to fall asleep and waited. He has been going to his study to... Watch porn." Victoria had just blurted out the last bit Mistress, who had been sitting on the edge of her seat, began laughing. This clearly ticked Victoria off. "Oh god, I'm sorry Victoria." Mistress did as Victoria had waving her hand to keep tears from her eyes. "The stories I've heard I was expecting to hear like he was shoving a cucumber up his ass or something." Mistress full out began cracking up at the look of utter terror on Victoria's face "people do that!??" Victoria whispered. "And way worse Sweety. Why do you think I lay the hard limits out first?" Mistress calmed down laughing. "Look Victoria men do that. Sometimes sex gets boring or they can't get in the mood and they jerk off to someone else." She stopped talking when Victoria cut her off. "Our sex life is fine. The porn he has been watching is just nothing I thought he liked. I mean we've swung before and he didn't like it. He said he didn't want to be with anyone else. We've used toys and such and I've even done anal." Victoria couldn't believe she was admitting all this. Not even her best friend knew about their adventures in the swing world. Yet she felt confident Mistress needed to know all this. "He doesn't want another woman and he has always shared things with me. So when I saw him watching these porns. I bought some light bondage stuff gear for us to use. Two weeks ago I brought them in and." She started to tear up "He looked at me with terror. I couldn't tell him I'd seen him watching the porn. He said that was silly stuff and he didn't know why I would think to bring it around. I read fifty shades of grey and.." It was Mistress' turn to cut off Victoria. "I'm not going in to how much I hate that book. Before we start please tell me that the gear you got wasn't pretty colored or fluffy." Victoria just blinked. They had been both. Victoria's silence was enough of an answer for her. "Can you show me any porno's he has been watching?" Victoria nodded quickly jumping up to go to her purse. She fumbled to get it out. She had snuck on to his computer and sent the last three links to her phone. She pulled the emailed up and silently handed it to Mistress. She sat and waited and Mistress sped through each one. They had been shocking. Woman tied up and beaten. Bondage gear and forced orgasms. The men talked dirty to all the woman and the woman seemed to love it. Victoria was thinking about the look of terror on her husband's face when Mistress spoke "Has your husband ever tried bondage with you before?" Victoria had to think about it for a minute. "Well he tried a toy once that had electricity and it was cheap and tickled. He spanked me but like you know... lightly." Mistress handed the phone back to Victoria. "Did you go along with it? Did you encourage him to spank you?" Victoria blushed surprised at what ease Mistress asked such personal questions. It had been years since that happened. "I just sort of looked at him." She remembered it had been an awkward moment. She hadn't minded it but she didn't know what to do. She licked her lips staying quiet as Mistress smiled and nodded. "I'm not a therapist Victoria but if you like I could tell you what I believe is going on." Victoria nodded yes sitting up to show she meant it. Mistress may not be a therapist but she seemed like an expert of what she wanted to give her husband. "Normally I'd say your husband was bored with you and wanted someone else." She held up her hand before Victoria could counter. "However." She continued "the fact that it was him that nixed the swinging and the fact that the woman are all wearing hoods in the porno's makes me believe you." "Why do the hoods matter?" That hadn't passed Victoria either. The woman were gorgeous but their faces were covered, one even covering everything but a hole for her mouth to breathe out of. "I think your husband is aroused by the acts. He likes the woman enduring the pain, and dominance they submit to. He isn't after the woman themselves. I believe he loves you and wants only you. I just think he doesn't feel comfortable doing it with you." This distressed Victoria. "Why?! We have shared everything." Victoria was a bit shocked at how Mistress' demeanor changed. She smiled shaking her head gently "You're the one in a million. You are that woman whose husband loves you completely. He has a fantasy that he enjoys but could never imagine doing to you. You should be happy that he loves you so much. You should appreciate that he doesn't want to hurt you." Victoria knew she was right. "I know he loves me. I love him. I just want us to be able to be able to do everything together. I would take on the world for him. I want him to do those things to me. If it would make him happy I want to be hurt." She felt her face scrunch up because she meant it. She loved him deeply but saying she wanted to be hurt sounded odd. She just sat quietly as Mistress continue to smile a glassy look in her eye. "God I envy you." Was all she said to Victoria. There was a long silent pause between the two. Mistress took a deep breath and slapped her knees "ok!" Victoria jumped not expecting the change in tempo. "So, first things first. Can you handle pain? A lot of the woman I've seen have had children and they say nothing compares to that." Victoria shook her head no. "No children. Neither of us wanted them." They liked money. Call them awful but her month long trip to paris last year cooled her biological clock just fine. "I've actually never endure anything painful. No broken bones, no surgeries, heck I've never been in a fight." Mistress nodded "This is going to be hard. You're going to really have to learn to endure. You not only have to convince your husband to hurt you, you have to convince him that you enjoy it." That really did sound hard to Victoria. Mistress stood up and gently cupped Victoria's chin to have her look up. "The second part is where I come in." --------------------- Hesitating Victoria wasn't certain how she had gotten to the spot she was at now. She had overheard two woman talking about Mistress on the tennis courts. She had been dreading this upcoming birthday. She had nothing for her husband. It had taken her hours to find the Mistress online with the information scraps she had ease dropped on. She was standing naked beneath two shackles that dangled from the ceiling. She still hadn't looked the whole room over. Even when Mistress was putting objects out on a nearby table. Mistress had explained why it was just "Mistress" and why it wasn't "the Mistress" or "her Mistress". She said she rarely chose playmates outside of her business. If she did then, and only then, were they hers. It turned out she owned the house all on her own. She was a lawyer who worked from home. The three doors in back were a sort of representation of her life. One room led to the dungeon they were currently in. The middle door was an office and the third was a stairwell that led to her vanilla life upstairs. She only played with woman because she found men were more accepting of that and she found submissive males lacking. She had once been a submissive and enjoyed giving woman what she had always craved. The money didn't hurt either. After a long talk they agreed to a three hour session. It was $80 an hour. Victoria had tried to just give her $300 but Mistress had insisted that for the first session she not tip. She didn't understand the reasoning behind that but Victoria had never been one to argue. "Girl do you ever shave?" Victoria hadn't even noticed Mistress had returned. She had told her to get naked leaving her sundress and under garments by the door. Victoria looked down at herself. Her breast were perky from a previous breast lift, her tummy was toned and her skin was surprisingly pale. "I trim." She whispered. Her pussy was trimmed and she did get bikini waxes. Her dark hair over her pussy was short and made her feel less like a little girl. She just didn't like the strip of hair or bald that the waxer often suggested. "That's got to go completely. My pets aren't hairy even if they are trim. Remind me to give you my waxers card" Victoria didn't look at her or agree. This was most likely only a one time session so she would never know if she didn't. Victoria was completely stunned as a slap came across her face. She had never been struck before and it stung. Her mouth was just open as Mistress spoke to her. "From here on out you say "Yes Mistress or no Mistress. You WILL get waxed. Even if you don't play with me again, which I doubt, your husband deserves it. You don't want to deny your husband what he deserves do you." Victoria shook her head. "No Mistress." The words came out smoothly and she worked it over in her head how easily she could be manipulated by her need to please her husband. "You don't realize it Victoria but you're actually quiet the submissive." Mistress grabbed one of the folding chair and placed it 5 feet in front of where Victoria stood. "A true submissive gains pleasure from her Dom being pleased. You have made it so your happiness is contingent on your husband being happy." Outside the Comfort Zone Victoria listened carefully, really contemplating what she was saying. Thus far everything Mistress had said, had been spot on. Mistress pulled Victoria's arms up and one after the other she put the shackles on. Looking up at them Victoria realized the chains were looped through a hoop at the top. She couldn't see the machine behind her but it was a sort of pulley system used for lifting and moving heavy objects. She wasn't totally naked. Mistress had given her tennis bracelets to guard her wrist from major bruising. Mistress pulled Victorias hair back and clipped it in to a messy bun. She had made it very clear to Victoria that any marks she got she could hide. She hadn't thought there would be marks. Standing there naked, as Mistress picked up a crop, she felt idiotic for assuming that. "I'll give you ideas of how to get your husband to initiate things pet." Victoria heard a scraping as Mistress dragged something behind her. "My job is to make pain a positive thing for you. The best thing you can do is get wet when he hurts you." Victoria didn't say it but she was bone dry. She was terrified and she didn't feel the slightest bit aroused standing there exposed. She heard Mistress working behind her. "What are our safe words pet and when do we use them?" This had to have been the 6th time she had asked Victoria that. Although it was repetitive and annoying it brought Victoria some comfort. "Mercy means I need a minute to breath. If the pain becomes overwhelming or the position I'm in distracts from my ability to tend to you." She had it verbatim as she had been told it. "Red means the fun is over. Skin has been broken or I feel I can't serve you any longer. You will make sure I'm not injured and then send me home." Mistress made soft sounds of approval when a deafening clanking noise came from behind Victoria. She squeaked about to ask what that was when she felt her arms being lifted up slowly. She heard each link behind her being moved by the machine. Her arms had been slack. They quickly were straight and then forcing her to her tip toes. The floor was a type of rubber she remembered seeing in a gym once. She was more aware of it than before as her toes scrunched to grab on to something. She found herself turning. Her shackles were on a pin. If she were totally off the ground she would spin around like her garden windmills. "I can't reach!" Victoria whimpered leveraging her weight from left to right. "That's the point pet. The session is starting. We still have two hours left after all that talking. From here on out it's just Yes or No Mistress do you understand?" "Yes Mistress." Victoria answered and Mistress touched her hips slightly and rotated her around. She allowed Victoria to tip toe the 180 not forcing her to put all her weight on her wrists just yet. Once she was turned around Victoria's anxiety had returned. The gym support beam had a wand vibrator strapped to the end pointed at her. The machine that was holding her up was actually built in to the wall. She couldn't see much at her sides, do to her arms, but the other folding chair was sitting just to the left of the machine. She could feel knots in her stomach and the urge to flee. She closed her eyes and let herself breath slowly. She wanted this. She wanted to be trained. She wanted to hurt. Her usual tactics were currently failing to ease her anxiety. "It's ok pet." Cooed Mistress as she softly ran her hand over Victoria's back "I will help you, I promise." Victoria wanted to thank her but didn't want to say something she wasn't allowed. She hopped her expression reflected she appreciated Mistress. Victoria watched a Mistress used her body weight to move the support beam closer. She had placed it perfect and before Victoria knew it the Vibe was pressing against her pussy lips. "Oh good, I was worried the support beam would be too high. It helps you're tall like me." Victoria was 5'8 and had thought Mistress was an Amazon initially. Her heels made her ghastly tall. It was why Victoria wore kitten heels or flats. "Now pet." Mistress walked around the back of her. She came back in to Victoria's view with her crop again. She walked up and pat the folding chair. "It will help if you have a good imagination." She did. One that often ran away with her too. "I want you to look at this chair and I want you to pretend your husband is watching." Victoria looked at her confused before Mistress continued "Most woman who come to me are disappointed in their husbands. At best they are dominated by me and wish their husband would step it up like that. You pet, love your husband. You only want him. You're not going to be able to look at me and see him. He's never done this to you before so I want you to close your eyes for a minute." Victoria did as she was told. Her right foot slipped a little but she didn't turn. The vibe was lodged between her legs. She knew her shoulders and wrist would be feeling this tomorrow. "You told me some times your husband likes to jack off and watch you play with yourself." He did. "So imagine him in front of you like that. The look in his eye. Watch Jeff stroke his cock just for you." With everything going on she couldn't be bothered to feel embarrassed about another woman talking about her husband's cock. Right now she could see him plain as day and her pussy was tingling. "Once you have a clear image of him Victoria." She kept her eyes shut listening to Mistress as she got closer to her and then was behind her. "I want you to open your eyes and know you're doing this for him and he LOVES it." Victoria's eyes flickered open and she could see her husband still. She could see his steel blue eyes blazing with lust. His salt and pepper hair messy from her fingers running through it. He worked out with her and it showed. He sat totally naked a lean tone stomach he was 6'3 and he never made her feel too tall. His massive hands stroked his 7 inches slowly. He always went slow he could control himself he always waited til she came. He always pleased her. His 7 inches was perfect and still stretched her pussy with its girth even after 20+ years. He had taken her virginity and she could never imagine loving anyone as deeply as she did him. "I'm ready." She thought to herself suddenly very excited. She didn't know it but Mistress had a mirror angled on Victoria. The second she saw the lustful smile creep across Victoria's face she began. Her riding crop was flicked with medium pressure against Victoria's ass. Victoria lost her footing. She gasped but was surprised it didn't hurt more. The second burned like hell. When she cried out Mistress laughed. "The first is always the easiest. Your adrenaline was pumping. The rest will hurt. You wasted too much of your adrenaline just tip toeing up to my house." All Victoria could do was whimper. Only having two options didn't leave her much to respond to. The beating continued. Mistress used the tip of the crop giving Victoria sharp stabbing pains up and down her back, over her ass and on the backs of her thighs. She went just low enough that Victoria could still hide it with her Sundress. The image of her husband was getting blurry. She didn't realize it was from the tears welling in her eyes. As quickly as it started it stopped. She had lost count how many times she'd been cropped. She was surprised when she saw Mistress walk in front of the chair glaring. "You should have said Mercy Victoria. Your husband is afraid of hurting you. He loves you and he doesn't want you enduring things you don't want to. You MUST be honest with yourself. You MUST promise me you'll use the safe words. We can't work together if I can't trust that you will." Victoria didn't know how to respond again only having two options. Mistress threw down the crop and grabbed Victoria's hips. She spun her a bit to the right so she could see the mirror. "Look at yourself Victoria." She did. Her makeup was smeared with tears running down her face. Her body hanging her chest heaving from holding her breath instead of screaming when she wanted to. Mistress walked in front of her. Her face were right at Victoria's breast and she was too beat to care. Mistress gently held Victoria's face using her thumbs to wipe away the tears. "You shouldn't be in tears Sweety. You need to be able to stop yourself before then. It's ok to wince and cry out in pain. The second you feel like you might cry if you get cropped again you MUST say Mercy. Your husband can never see you cry." She reached for something Victoria couldn't see. She came back with a towel wiping away Victoria's tears and makeup. Victoria felt an insane amount of trust as Mistress took such care to wipe her face clean. She was taken back as Mistress kissed her. She had never kissed a woman before. She had her face tilted down and she didn't break from it. It was tender and kind. It didn't feel sexual it felt loving. Mistress pulled back still holding Victoria's face she looked into her eyes. "Are you ready to begin again Victoria?" "Yes Mistress." Mistress tossed the towel to the side "Will you say mercy before you cry again." "Yes Mistress." She grabbed Victoria's hips "do you understand why this is so important." "Yes Mistress." She said it this time smiling at Mistress. It clicked for her. She had watched her husband enjoying it but she realized he wouldn't have. He would have enjoyed watching her take it but the second she would start crying he would have been devastated. That look of horror he had given her was out of the thought of hurting her. Mistress swung her back around forcing her to straddle the toy again. She had yet to turn it on and Victoria figured it was to keep her lodged in one place. She took two deep breaths and the beating began again. Her flesh already throbbing it was like someone snapping a rubber band on a sunburn. Twenty lashes later "MERCY!" It came out loud. She had tried desperately not to cry out or scream as she took her wipping. Her eyes close to tears but not quiet there. "good girl!!" Mistress came to the front smiling. "Such a good girl!" She had the most beautiful smile Victoria had ever seen. She felt her heart jump. She had forgotten to think about her husband this time. She was thinking about herself and she was really proud of herself for saying when. "Normally I would allow you a simple break then continue what I was doing. I think it's time for the next stage though." As Mistress spoke, Victoria was more aware of the burning on her backside and the ache in her hands. "I do have a surprise for you though Victoria." Mistress pressed her now gloveless fingers against the folds of Victoria's pussy. She had just been wondering when Mistress took off her gloves when Victoria's mind shut off. This was a load of firsts. For some reason she had never considered this cheating on her husband. She had never been aroused by woman. Her shame was amplified when Mistress pulled her hands away and her fingers were drenched. Mistress held it close to Victoria's face. She rubbed her wet fingers together and Victoria was also suddenly aware that her thighs felt cool. The AC had been blowing on her ever dripping pussy. Her inner thighs coated. "The second round you started to get wet. If you do that for your husband he'll be puddy in your hands." Victoria couldn't help but smile. She felt like Mistress had read her. Had felt Victoria not return the kiss lustfully. That to her she loved her husband only. "It's time for stage two pet. What are our safe words?" Victoria repeated the safe words. She was breathing deep again trying to shift her weight when Mistress turned on the Vibrator. "OH!" was all Victoria got out before stopping herself. She wanted to follow the rules. The Vibe was on low and she could shift on her toes to avoid having the vibe on her clit but just barely. In a matter of minute's only a few crop slaps in she was panting. She was desperate to keep her ever swelling clit away from the vibe. She felt a Mistress slap her. "Why aren't you looking at your husband bitch? You're doing this for him. Stop making it about yourself." Victoria's head popped up. She had been staring at the vibe. She stared hard at the chair imagining when her husband got close to cumming. His hands running over the huge mushroom head using his precum to make masturbating easier. He rarely had precum but when he watched her it would drip out of him. She could imagine his dick would be lathered by now. Mistress turned the vibe immediately to full strength. Victoria sucked in her breath. Somehow not being able to see the vibe made it seem harder to avoid. It didn't help that the whole support beam was vibrating with its strength. Even if it wasn't on her clit her thigh would shake with the vibrations. "Do you hear that Slut? Your pussy is dripping." She did. She cried out when the crop lashed across her ass. "I asked you a question bitch. Can you hear it?!" Victoria practically screamed "Yes Mistress." The next hit seemed to be just as hard and on the exact same spot as before. "Oh FUCK!" Victoria rarely cussed but the searing pain made it impossible to keep her mouth shut. She heard the crop slap to the ground and she felt fear. "I didn't say you could say that slut." She felt Mistress grab her hips and push her forward. The vibe pushed between her pussy folds and sat directly against her clit. Victoria bucked trying to pull off. "You have to learn manners. Good girls don't cuss without permission." Every moment she had been silent couldn't make up for how loud Victoria was being now. Mistress was gripping her hips painfully tight and Victoria's plump pussy was drenching the Vibe. She screamed and moaned with such pleasure she felt like she couldn't breathe. She had started getting aroused before. Now she wanted to cum. The vibe was so intense. She jerked and thrashed whimpering and moaning. She felt Mistress release her hips to loop her arms up and painfully pinch her nipples. Victoria leaned her head back crying out as Mistress held her in place by twisting her nipples harder than Victoria ever thought possible. "Your husband is watching bitch. Ask him permission to cum. He'll never forgive you if you cum without his permission." Her orgasm seemed to hit a wall. She was seconds from cumming but the thought of her husband being disappointed made it not matter. "BEG HIM!" Victoria continued to jerk as she yelled. "Oh God Please Jeff. Please let me cum, my pussy hurts. I need to cum I love you." She was gasping her roller coaster reaching the top as she gazed at the chair. "Please I'll do anything." She didn't think it was possible but Mistress tightened her grip making Victoria cry out. She swore she could imagine her husband smiling at that. "Please Jeff please PLEASE!!" She could see him just as he always was. Right before she would cum for him he would nod. He knew her body, knew she was there. He nodded for her in the chair before her and she came. She had never cum so hard in her life. She thrashed and kicked her legs. Mistress released her nipples and the painful rush of blood back to them forced a second orgasm. Mistress had found the biggest bruise on her ass and was slapping it. She continued the assault until Victoria was gasping for air. Her whole body shaking out of her control. She had to have cum at least 4 times. Having only ever cum twice at one time she didn't know how to handle herself. "MERCY!!" Mistress quickly shut off the Vibrator and let go of Victoria. The room was echoing with Victoria's wheezing. Mistress had told her the room was sound proofed but she didn't think anything could have muffled the noise she just maid. Drops of her juice were sliding down her runner legs. Her pussy lips felt swollen and almost as tender as her ass. She was abruptly spun around her ass facing the vibe. Mistress had grabbed the folding chair and pulled it forward. If she started anything Victoria was ready to scream Red. She was dizzy. She didn't know what she had planned for her next. Mistress was smiling and softly rubbed Victoria's cheek. "I'm going to let you down now pet. Not all the way or you may collapse just bear with me here ok?" Victoria nodded wordlessly. She heard the loud clank each link jolting through her body. Mistress stopped her. Victoria's arms were tight above her. Her feet were flat on the ground but her total body weight wasn't released yet. Time seemed to have slowed for Victoria but Mistress was working quickly. She looped one around Victoria waist and the other she unhooked her wrist. The second she had all her body weight Victoria's knees buckled. Mistress turned out to be deceptively strong. Victoria was almost dead weight as Mistress eased her in to the folding chair. The metal felt like ice cubes on Victoria's bare ass. She hadn't noticed before how much she had been sweating. She just blinked as Mistress left the room. Victoria's hands were limp in her lap. She was using all her strength not to fall out of the chair Mistress was back and she had a bottle of water. She opened it and held it for Victoria to drink. Victoria felt like a child not being able to hold her own drink but she appreciated the kindness. . She drank half the bottle before Mistress put it down. She licked her dry lips and stared at her beautiful helper that hadn't broken a sweat once. She sat patiently as Mistress uncuffed her wrist. There were faint bruises but nothing that she would be embarrassed about. She slid the sweat ridden tennis bracelets off of Victoria tossing them to the side. Victoria felt confident and picked up the water bottle herself this time to down the other half. "Do you think you could be strong enough to make it to that table?" Mistress asked pointing to the massage table. Victoria nodded and together they ambled to it. The table was low and Victoria got on to it easy enough. She let Mistress coax her into laying on her stomach. Mistress pat her hand gently before walking out again. She was gone for a few minutes which let Victoria relax and enjoy the cool material on her naked flesh. She jumped slightly when she felt a freezing hand touch her. "This will help pet." Victoria didn't fight as Mistress began rubbing something on her massaging her. Victoria had to admit Mistress actually made a pretty good massage therapist too. The gel was ice cold and it seemed to numb the throbbing in her back. It felt so good she didn't even feel embarrassed when Mistress massaged her ass. She cupped and kneaded it, working on the muscle and coating the lashes. Victoria was too tired to care that she was aroused. Mistress would slide her fingers down her crack and gripped her thighs to brush her pussy lips. Her body knew another climax was out of the question but her touch felt forbidden and kinky. Mistress continued tending to her arms, hands, and feet as well. Victoria wanted to have every inch of her rubbed. She closed her eyes imaging Mistress sliding her cold fingers inside her pussy. She would have to use ice cubes to put a dent in the heat she felt radiating between her legs. "You're drooling pet." Victoria jolted realizing that she had fallen asleep and had in fact been drooling. She must have been out a bit because she felt more alive. She took the towel Mistress handed her and wiped her face then the small puddle on the table. Mistress nodded her head "That's not the only puddle." Her smile seemed wicked when Victoria rolled to her side to wipe up the sopping mess between her legs. She was able to sit up without getting dizzy. "Do you feel fit to drive sweety?" Victoria nodded and Mistress handed her a card. It was for a local wax place. "Tell them I sent you, they'll give you a good rate. If you have the energy you should do it today. Your body won't give a shit how much it hurts." Victoria nodded knowing she would definitely do as she was told but wasn't sure yet how much energy she had. Outside the Comfort Zone "You did wonderful today Victoria." This gave Victoria mixed feeling of accomplishment and embarrassment. "There is a lot more I wish to do with you. It's been a long time since I've had so much fun. We should set up something off the books some time." Victoria didn't catch the significance of what Mistress had just said. She just wondered if she would come back. She got dressed while Mistress cleaned up sanitizing and throwing things away. It made Victoria feel better about laying out naked seeing her spray it down with Lysol. When she was all dressed she managed to slip another hundred in to her money pile in case she didn't come back. Mistress either didn't see it or just chose to let it go. Victoria didn't have to wait long before Mistress led her out. Nearing the back door she saw the covered window next to the door was dark. She had been there much longer than three hours. "What time is it?" She asked looking at her phone she couldn't believe it. She had been there nearly 7 hours. "I owe you so much more!" Mistress laughed shaking her head. "It's fine Victoria I let you sleep for two hours and we talked for two more, trust me I take money when it's due." She stopped Victoria before she opened the door. She held her hand running her thumb over the back of it. "What have I taught you pet." "Get waxed." Victoria responded quickly Mistress rolled her eyes. "About playing silly." That took Victoria a minute. "That I'm the one getting hurt but I'm the one in control." She hadn't said those words but Victoria knew that's what was the most important. That was what she had to convince her husband. That he could hurt her because she was allowing it. If she wanted it done, it was done. She felt confident if she could convince him of that then he would be able to expose all of his dark desires to her. They could be as they always were. She didn't know why she did it at first but suddenly she moved and she kissed Mistress. Mistress embraced her holding Victoria until she broke the kiss and kissed Victoria's forehead softly. "You are going to be amazing pet. If things go well with your husband be sure to ask him if you can come play I want you back." Victoria nodded stepping slowly back. She would ask him... If this all went right of course. She knew Mistress had so much to teach her. "I'll keep you informed Mistress." She grabbed the door handle. Mistress corrected. "My Mistress, Pet". Victoria felt her body warm and it wasn't the lashings. She turned to her new friend's beautiful smile. "Goodbye my Mistress, I'm off to get waxed." She left to her Mistress laughing "That's my good pet."