0 comments/ 58991 views/ 8 favorites Peter's Enlightenment By: ukmandy This story is a fantasy about a Husband and Wife's discovery of their mutual sexual feelings and the subsequent change in their relationship. It is a work of fiction and its purpose is to stimulate and excite. It contains scenes that are extreme and pornographic, but ultimately it is a love story. You will find that the spelling uses "English" English as opposed to "American" English but I hope this doesn't distract readers in the USA. I wrote it to explore the extreme side of love and devotion. There are elements in the story that you will find in similar stories but then so too are there in any two stories in this genre - after all, how many ways can you describe an orgasm? Or describe the sounds and sensation of a caning? Nevertheless, the manner of putting it together and the storyline belong to me and should not be used without my permission - I claim the copyright. You may post this on other websites under two conditions – First, that they are free and secondly you include this introduction in its entirety. If you like it then Email me * * * * * Part One It was early Friday afternoon and Amanda sat at her kitchen table with a cup of coffee that had long gone cold. She was waiting for her husband, Peter, to come home and tell her whether or not their marriage was over. She had never felt so depressed in her life and blamed herself entirely for the situation in which she now found herself. She had been unfaithful to him and deeply regretted it. She loved her husband so much she couldn't begin to think of life without him. Her thoughts drifted back over the past six-months to the start of her affair and the events that led up to this moment. It began one Thursday as she was cleaning the upstairs spare bedroom when she heard the garbage collectors on their rounds to collect the weekly rubbish. She had noticed one of the men previously and now she watched him as he went about his work. He was big and burly, bordering on fat, and his massive forearms bulged big and hairy from his shirtsleeves. The hairs on his chest forced their way out of the buttons down the front. He appeared to be everything her husband was not; big and muscular where Peter was slim and well proportioned; coarse and loud where Peter was kind and thoughtful. She knew his name was Terry because she'd heard him being called by the others. He appeared to be in charge. This week he started to walk up her driveway to collect her rubbish; he grabbed the wheelie-bin and dragged it down to the garbage lorry. She quickly made up her mind and ran downstairs. She was wearing a loose fitting summer frock that buttoned down the front. As usual she was not wearing any underwear during her housework preferring to bathe and change into fresh clothes in time for Peter to come home. She ran to the back of the house where Terry would return her bin. She opened the rear door and undid the buttons on her dress so that it fell open revealing her nakedness. Just as Terry walked into the garden dragging the bin Amanda walked out of the door and stood in front of him. He gaped open mouthed. "Fuck me!" He said looking and grinning at her. "I think you've got it wrong there," She said, "I'm supposed to say that." Terry was not a man to care what others said or thought, he did what came naturally and if the world didn't like it then 'Fuck 'em!' he said often and loudly. He came closer and reached out to grab hold of her left tit in a big hairy paw. He squeezed and she felt the hard calluses on his palms rubbing across her erect and very sensitive nipples. She closed her eyes and leaned into him. With his other hand he pulled her closer and kissed her, mashing his unshaven jaw against her tender skin and probing her mouth with his tongue. She reached down to his groin and grabbed his jutting cock through his trousers. She pulled away from his searching mouth and led him into the kitchen. He grabbed her from behind and turned her around, pushing her up against the table. He continued to push her backwards with a massive hand on her chest until she lay down with her bottom hanging over the edge of the table. Without any preliminaries except to lean down and suck her nipple into his mouth, he undid his buttons and rammed his prick hard and fast into her waiting cunt. "Ahhh...God...yes...uhh...harder!" She moaned as he thrust and pounded into her. She was dripping wet and dying for the ecstatic release of her orgasm. Terry plunged into her like a wild animal causing her to grunt and gasp at the force ramming into her groin. He transferred his mouth from her left nipple to her right nipple, leaving it hard and wet and red, pointing it at the ceiling like a beacon for wayward travellers. He bit down hard as she wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him tight against her. His pumping grew more frenzied and they both scrambled to the top of their orgasms and as she crashed over the top she cried aloud in ecstasy. She shuddered and juddered against him, tensing and releasing her muscles in time to the orgasmic waves coursing through her loins. Terry spurted his spunk deep into her, ramming his hips and grinding into her groin until he was spent and they were both still, panting at the strength of their passion. He recovered first and stood up still inside her. He looked down at her body, bare and spread before him. Her eyes were closed and her arms were spread straight out from her sides over the sides of the table. She was panting to regain her breath from the intensely powerful orgasm that had been long overdue in her short married life. He pawed her tits and she moaned as he pinched her nipples but she made no move to stop him. He stepped back and her legs flopped over the edge of the table but otherwise she didn't move. He looked down at his sticky cock and squeezed the last drop of spunk from the shaft. He reached over and smeared his fingers across her cheek. The spunk left a dirty streak where his grubby fingers had touched her. He turned and left without a word. Amanda lay across the table without moving. Her frock was spread wide open and anyone looking in would see her wide open thighs topped by a glistening wet patch of pubic hair. Her nipples were still red and hard and almost glowing from Terry's mouth and pinches. She finally got up and closed the door then went upstairs to clean herself. She didn't regret being fucked by Terry and in fact fully intended to repeat it next week. Her intention was to use Terry as a release from her pent-up frustrations caused by Peter's lack of attention. This was caused by the very real differences in their characters. They'd been married about six months and during that time she'd learned that despite loving him to distraction, he wasn't very interested in sex. Amanda blamed his Mother. He was an only child whose Father had died whilst he was still young. Consequently he was brought up by his Mother alone and he developed into an introspective shy man, at least in the fuck and suck department. She on the other hand was part of a large family, she had two brothers and two sisters and her parents had brought them up to be free from many of the inhibitions surrounding modern society. Nakedness was common in her childhood and whilst her parents didn't encourage their children to come into their bedroom when they were making love, neither did they discourage them. Her parents never locked any doors and she and her siblings grew up accustomed to Mum and Dad's noisy and frequent sex sessions. It wasn't a big deal and she grew up expecting to find that everybody behaved this way. Sadly her wedding night soon opened her eyes to another world where sex was taboo and only to be tolerated in the act of procreation. But she persevered and never gave up trying to interest her husband. This caused her intense frustration not only because she expected them to fuck each other stupid every night but also because Peter was a beautiful man with a beautiful cock to match. 'Such a waste!' she thought to herself more than once. This had continued until finally she determined to show him what he was missing. Peter had been away on a business trip for three days and when he came back she planned a very special surprise. She'd cooked a wonderful meal and set a very seductive candlelight scene. She bathed and took extra care over her makeup and dressed in a very sexy silky black number. Peter arrived home in good time to freshen up in a long hot bath. She poured him a glass of wine and took it to him in his bath. "Here you are darling," She said, "I thought you might need this to help you relax." "That's very kind of you and it's just what I need." He replied, taking the proffered wine glass. "I've had a pig of a day and all because they weren't prepared for me. It was almost a complete waste of time." "Well, I'll go and finish dinner and you can come down when you're ready." "OK love, I'll see you in a minute." Amanda returned to her kitchen and finished the preparations just as Peter came downstairs. She poured him another glass of wine and they both sat down to a delicious lasagne topped off with profiteroles and ice cream. And of course, a few more glasses of wine. Afterwards she cuddled up to him on the sofa and they both settled into a warm glow and comfortable silence. Amanda stirred and sat up. "Peter, I have something to show you but you must promise not to peek." "OK." He smiled and leant back and closed his eyes. Amanda ran upstairs and quickly took off her dress. She then took a wide red ribbon from her drawer and tied it in a large bow about her neck. She examined herself in the full-length mirror in their bedroom and made some minor adjustments. She was wearing black skimpy underwear. The bra was half cup that showed her nipples and her knickers were the thong type with just a thin triangle covering her pubes and a string between the cheeks of her bottom, which was bare and exposed. She also wore sheer black stockings held up by a black lacy garter belt. The whole ensemble was trimmed in red satin and the effect was stunning even if she did think so herself. As she returned to the living room she pinched and twisted her nipples to make them hard and erect. "Are you ready?" She called. "Yes and I've got my eyes closed." Amanda walked into the room and stood by the doorframe leaning back against it. One arm was held high to stretch her breasts and force them out and up. "OK. You can open your eyes." Peter blinked and stared at her unbelievingly. She swayed wantonly against the door and then slowly slid down until she was crawling across the room to him on all fours. He stared and said nothing. The blood pounded in his ears and he could feel a tightening in his chest. His anger grew at what he saw as a lewd display fit more for a whorehouse than his own living room. Amanda saw the anger in his eyes and recognised immediately that she'd made a big mistake. Peter stood up and exploded. "What in God's name do you think you're doing!" He shouted at her. She shrank back and attempted to cover her nakedness from his hostile reaction. All thought of a slow and warm seduction vanished instantly. "You look like a whore! Go and get dressed properly! How many times have I told you that this dirty sex is wrong and unhealthy! I don't want my wife behaving like a common tart!" He ranted and his anger grew. "You're wrong darling..." Amanda tried to reason with him. "Don't interrupt me! Get out and get dressed!" Amanda ran upstairs bursting into tears and locked herself in the bathroom. She couldn't look at herself in the mirror. She tore off her lingerie and washed her face clean of makeup. She put on her bathrobe and then slumped down on the toilet seat sobbing. There was no sound from Peter. She eventually went to bed where she saw that Peter was curled up in bed sleeping like a baby. Amanda couldn't sleep that night and the next morning Peter was cold and aloof. He didn't speak to her and went off to work without a word. All this happened two days before she noticed Terry and a week before she'd appeared naked at her door. During that time Peter hardly spoke to her and her frustration grew. Her affair with Terry progressed rapidly to a regular weekly fuck and within a few short weeks she'd become addicted to his visits. She had also lost control of the situation and instead of using him to satisfy her cravings he was using her in more and more sadistic ways. In short he was a brute who took what he wanted, when he wanted, and how he wanted. He would fuck her hard and fast and brutally, leaving her sore and torn from his treatment. He very quickly started to spank her before bending her over and fucking her on her knees like a dog. Every time he did this he would ream his thumb into her arse and plunge it in and out in time to his pelvic thrusts. His language also became coarse and obscene, not that it was ever free of obscenities, but he would call her filthy manes and make her repeat them and admit that she was a 'fucking slut' a 'filthy whore' and a 'dirty cunt'. But still she could not get enough of him. Finally things came to a point where she made the decision to stop the affair. The cause of this was Terry's last visit. As usual she was waiting for him half-naked. Her stomach churned and just the thought of him caused her nipples to swell and harden and she could feel the wetness between her legs. She heard the noise of him returning her wheelie-bin and moments later the kitchen door was flung open and Terry stood in the doorway larger than life. He strode across to her and grabbed her hair at the back of her head and pulled her forward to kiss her roughly. "Hello my little bitch." He said, "Are you ready for me?" He accompanied his question by his hand roughly feeling between her legs. In spite of her growing revulsion at his coarseness she couldn't help herself responding. She opened her legs and pushed her groin into his probing hand, which by now had thrust two dirty fingers into her wet snatch. "Fuckin' hell! You're dripping cunt juice like a leaky tap." He kissed her again, rasping his unshaven jaw across her mouth. He released her head and turned her around against the kitchen table. Pushing her forward to lean across it he lifted her dress and exposed her bare bum. With one hand holding her shoulders hard against the table he slapped her bum four times with his free hand. Terry was a big strong man and Amanda was half his weight and size. His slaps on her arse stung like fire but her desire increased with each slap. "How do you like that cunt?" She didn't answer so he slapped her again. "Answer me you fuckin' whore! I said how do you like a good slapping?" "Yes...I like it!" Amanda answered, finally admitting to herself that the spanking made her desire grow with each slap. Terry's response was to slap her again and again until each cheek of her bum glowed red and hot. His palm prints stood out red and swollen against her pale skin. "I've got a little treat for you today bitch. I'm going to fuck your arse, bugger you, ream your dirty little shithole until you scream for mercy!" "No...please...no don't do that, not my bum, please I'll do anything else!" Amanda was horrified and struggled anew against his hand holding her down, but she pleaded to deaf ears. With his free hand Terry undid his trousers and released his turgid cock. Taking a small jar of Vaseline from his pocket he popped the lid and spread the grease liberally over the head of his prick. Then he dipped his finger in the jar and scooped up a large dollop and spread that in and over her arsehole. She struggled and tried to clamp her legs shut but he was too strong, even with one hand. Standing behind her he pressed the tip of his prick against her arse and slowly slid the head in. He teased it in and out with just the head until he felt the resistance of her sphincter muscle. Pressing forward steadily and ignoring Amanda's continued begging for him to stop, he pushed the head of his cock past the sphincter and held in steady. "Relax my little fuck-slut. Enjoy it. Who knows, you might get like it." Amanda had stopped her struggling and resigned herself to the inevitable, she relaxed just as Terry thrust forward and buried his shaft deep in her rectum. Despite her relaxation she screamed with pain as her sphincter stretched rapidly with Terry's assault. He ignored her cries and began to fuck her arse steadily and powerfully. Every so often he would slap her cheek in time to his fucking. His climax built rapidly with the sensations of a her tightness gripping his shaft as it slid in and out until with an animal growl he shot his spunk deep into her bowels. He continued to bugger her with decreasing intensity as his erection shrank and he pulled out of her arse. "Fuck me darlin', that was somethin' else! What a tight arse!" He leant against her and rubbed his soiled cock across her bum. Amanda lay quiet on the table recovering from the pain in her rectum and the degradation of the anal rape. She made her decision there and then that this was the last time Terry would use her. It had to stop she decided. Terry fastened his clothes and with a final slap to her bottom left her. At the door he turned. "See you next week slut, maybe I'll bugger you again." She slowly stood up and went upstairs to clean up. Her bottom was very sore which made her walk wide legged. She felt his spunk dribbling down the inside of her thighs. She went into the bathroom and started the shower. She took off her dress and climbed into the bath and stood under the hot water closing her eyes. She began to relax as she soaped herself and gingerly cleaned her sore bottom. For the next week her resolve strengthened to halt her affair with Terry but she knew that a face-to-face confrontation would end up with him laughing at her and then he'd beat her and fuck her anyway. And so on the day he was due she went out and left him a note telling him that she didn't want to see him again and that their affair was over. She stayed out for four or five hours until she could be sure that he was long gone. When she returned home she found the note crumpled up on the floor. He'd obviously read it and she breathed a sigh of relief that she'd finally done it. For the next two weeks, on the day Terry was due, she would go out of the house to avoid seeing him or have him confront her. On the third week she didn't go out but watched Terry from the upstairs window. He appeared perfectly normal and didn't give her house a second glance. He had fucked her for as long as she was available and now that she was not he'd dismissed her from his thoughts. Or so she thought. Later that afternoon she was sitting at her kitchen table with her afternoon cup of coffee when the door burst open and Terry and another man strode in. She jumped to her feet knocking the chair over as she stood up. "What are you doing here? Get out of my house now or I'll call the police!" "Shut your fucking mouth bitch!" Terry said. "You're not doing anything unless we say so." He reached forward and ripped the front of her dress open exposing her bare breasts. "There you are Brian," He said to his companion, "didn't I tell you the little slut would be naked. Don't believe a word of what she says, this little cunt is gagging for it." He pulled her towards him and shoved her at Brian. "Feel her up, I bet she'll soon get wet when she feels those thick fingers of yours rubbing her twat." Brian ripped the rest of her dress open and shoved his hand between her legs. Amanda swung her arm and smacked his face. "Oh Oh, we have a little hellcat here Terry." He said. ""I reckon that's a sure sign of a little goer, what say you we have a little fun?" "Fuckin' right mate. Now listen to me you bitch. We're gonna have some fun and there's nothin' you can do about it. I know and you know that you enjoy a little bit of rough and that's what you're getting, so shut the fuck up and enjoy it!" Peter's Enlightenment Terry grabbed her arms behind her and Brian once again shoved his hand between her legs. This time she aimed a kick at his balls but he twisted away at the same time Terry pulled her to one side. Stepping forward Brian gave her a stinging forehand and backhand slap across her face. Her head was flung from side to side with the force of his blows and the lights started to go out. "You'll regret that you little cunt!" Brian snarled. With one hand he twisted her left nipple until she cried out and with the other hand he finally rammed a finger in her cunt. Stabbing his finger in and out her cruelly twisted her nipples at the same time. Amanda groaned and closed her eyes to the pain. To her horror she felt herself begin to respond and was powerless to stop her juices flowing. "Fuck me Terry! You're only right! She's as wet as a December weekend!" Pulling her round Terry half pulled and half dragged her upstairs with Brian following. With a shove he pushed her into the spare bedroom where she stumbled a fell on the floor. Terry and Brian towered over her. "Get on your knees cunt," Terry ordered "and suck this. Don't bite or you'll never chew meat again." Amanda knelt up and opened her mouth to suck Terry's prick. By now she was feeling extremely aroused but at the same time hated these two bastards for making her into a fuck hungry slut. She sucked his cock deeper and soon began to moan and slaver, eagerly taking him almost all the way in. Meanwhile Brian had dropped his trousers and had sat on the edge of the bed. "My turn mate," He said to Terry, "why don't you give her one while she gobbles on this?" Terry pulled out and Amanda crawled across to Brain and started to suck his cock. Terry knelt behind her and was soon fucking her hard and fast. Her head bounced into Brian's groin and his cock was pushed deeper. She gagged but Brian held her head tight and she couldn't do anything but snuffle through her nose to try and gain her breath. Terry's pounding into her cunt began to drive her desire and she pushed back against him, opening herself wider to better receive his pumping. She began to groan and sucked more eagerly on Brian's prick. Her orgasm blasted across her senses and the cock in her mouth wasn't enough to drown her cries of pleasure. "Not so fast bitch." Brian said. He pulled out of her mouth and pushed her to one side. She was pushed forward across the end of the bed as Terry's pounding became more urgent and he came inside her with powerful grunts, humping two or three times as he shot his load at each thrust forward. Amanda pushed back against him as if to squeeze him dry. "Now it's my turn cunt," Brian said as Terry pulled out and stood up. "Get ready for my prick in your arse bitch!" Brian swapped places with Terry and moistened his cock with spit. Pushing against her arsehole to adjust his aim, he plunged in as hard as he could and Amanda screamed as her sphincter was ripped open. "No...Please no...Take it out...you're killing me...please...please...oh...ahh!" Amanda begged for relief from the buggering. "Not a...fuckin' chance...bitch...I'm gonna rip...your arse...to shreds...and you're...fucking...gonna...love it!" Brian panted between jamming deep inside her rectum. Amanda continued to moan and groan under his awful weight and the piston rod reaming her bowels. Panting and all too soon for his liking Brian's climax built until the end of his knob exploded in a wave of spunk shooting out like a hosepipe. "Ahh...fuck...fuck...ah Jesus Christ...fuck!" He gasped as his jerking decreased and he pulled out with a sudden jerk and stood up. Both men cleaned their pricks on her dress, which had ended up on the floor. Amanda still knelt on the floor sprawled naked across the bed. "Hold her arms down Terry mate, I'm goin' to give her something else to remember us!" He took off his thick leather belt and swished it in the air. It was decorated with bright metal studs. Terry sat on the bed and held Amanda's hands and head down hard and fast against the mattress. Brian raised the belt and brought it slashing down across Amanda's back. He was standing directly behind her and the full length of his belt streaked her back from shoulders to buttocks. She screamed as the belt rose and fell criss-crossing her back and leaving angry red welts that very soon began to ooze blood as the belt fell again and again. He changed position and stood to the side of her and continued his brutal treatment by laying the belt strokes at right angles to his earlier ones. Amanda's screams had turned to continuous moaning as the belt travelled down her back and was now being laid with a precise pattern across and along the cheeks of her bottom. Her back was torn and bloody and now so too were her buttocks. Eventually he stopped his beating and Terry got up off the bed. Amanda didn't move. "Now listen carefully you fuckin' little slag," He said close to her ear, "You're free of us now. We won't be back...unless of course you want more," He laughed, "so this is goodbye bitch. Don't bother to see us out, we know the way!" They both left laughing, and she heard them slam the door as they went out. She lay across the bed hardly daring to move because of the pain in her back and buttocks. Slowly she began to move and biting her lip, she crawled into the bathroom and turned the taps on. When it was full she crawled in and screamed anew as the hot water tormented her injuries. "Shit...shit...shit" She muttered as she lowered herself into the hot suds. The blood quickly discoloured the water but she couldn't care less and just soaked recovering from the brutality of Terry and Brian. But at least that was the last of them. She began to be angry with herself for responding in the way she had. Her body betrayed her and she admitted that brutal fucking from Terry and the rape of her arse from Brian had excited her. "I'm a stupid bitch!" She said to herself. "They're right, I'm a slut and got what I deserved!" She sat up and began to wash herself. With a start she realised that time must be getting on and she picked up her watch to look at the time. She jumped into a panic as she realised that Peter would be home any minute. She wasn't dressed. His meal wasn't ready and on top of that she could hardly move without breaking the welts on her back and starting the bleeding again. She scrambled out of the bath and dried herself painfully as best she could. Just as she was bending over with her foot on the toilet seat to dry her legs she heard the bathroom door open and her heart sank as she heard her husband come in. He couldn't fail to see her lacerated back. "Hell's Bell's Amanda. What on earth's happened to you?" She spun round and covered herself up. She sat to the toilet seat and just stared at Peter without a word. Peter waited for an answer but it quickly became apparent that none would be forthcoming. "Well? What's happened? Are you hurt? What are those marks on your back and bottom?" His questions came thick and fast but she couldn't answer any of them. She couldn't possibly tell him the truth about her betrayal with Terry and the brutal rape earlier. "Amanda, please how did you get those marks? Has somebody attacked you? Have you been raped? I'm going to phone the Police!" "No...No!" She shouted. "Please no...don't call the Police. I'm alright, really." "That's not good enough. Tell me what happened...I'm waiting. Why won't you let me phone the Police?" Amanda continued to stare at him. He came forward and knelt in front of her. His voice changed into softer and gentler tones. "Please darling, tell me, whatever it is we can work it out, I love you, tell me." He urged "I'm sorry Peter but I just can't tell you. If you love me you'll take my word that I'm alright. Please don't ask me anymore. Let me get dressed and I'll make your dinner." Peter got up from his knees and went downstairs without any more questions. After ten minutes or so Amanda followed him into the kitchen and began to prepare his evening meal. They didn't speak but after eating while they were drinking their coffee, Peter burst out again. "I'm sorry Amanda, but you must tell me what's happened. I come home to find that your back and bottom are covered in whip marks. Now they didn't get there on their own and you sure didn't beat yourself, so who did, and why won't you let me call the Police? If you don't want the Police to be called and you deny you were raped then did you do this willingly?" His voice registered his incredulity and growing anger. His logic was inescapable and clearly he wasn't going to let her get away with keeping silent. Amanda sighed and started to tell him the awful truth of her affair from beginning to end. Peter listened dispassionately until she'd finished. When she'd completed her account of that day's events he sat in silence watching her. "And all this was caused because you felt I didn't love you?" He asked. "No...No darling. It's just that I was so frustrated. I love you and I wanted to make love to you twenty-four hours a day, but you're not interested in me. It was just sex." "And you enjoyed this Terry as he treated you like that?" "Yes." Peter stood up and sighed. Without another word he went upstairs. Amanda sat at the kitchen table and sobbed quietly into her cold coffee. All this happened a week ago. Peter had walked out on her and she didn't hear from him for four days. Three days ago he'd called and told her that he'd been giving everything a lot of thought. She was overjoyed to hear that he still loved her but depressed by the fact that he wouldn't say if he was coming back. Then yesterday he'd called again and told her he wanted to talk. So today she sat in her kitchen nursing a cold cup of coffee that had long gone cold. A numbness washed over her as she contemplated what she'd do if he left her and she promised all the various Gods in all the world's religions that if they'd make him come back she'd do anything to keep him. "Please God...oh please God...make him come home to me and I promise I'll do anything, anything at all!" She prayed as tears dropped onto her clenched hands. Just then she heard Peter's car and a few minutes later the car door slammed to be followed by his key in the door. Her stomach churned and she stood up nervously and went to greet him. They stood looking at each other awkwardly, she hardly dared breathe. Both started to speak at the same time and interrupted each other until finally Peter stopped and motioned for her to continue. "Peter," She began hesitantly, "I'm so sorry for hurting you. I can't begin to tell you how much I regret my involvement with Terry but I can only promise you that it will never happen again. I love you Darling and I'll do anything for you. Just tell me you'll stay. The sex doesn't matter as long as you're with me I'll be happy, I promise." She realised she was babbling and rushing her words so she stopped and waited for Peter to speak. "I know you're sorry Amanda," He said softly, "but it's not as simple as that. You see I know sex does matter to you and no matter what you say now, sooner or later you will stray in search of some man to give you what Terry did." "No darling, no I won't!" She protested but Peter held up his hand and she fell silent. "Yes you will and you know I'm right, admit it." "Peter, please...I won't." She renewed her protestations but in her heart knew what he said to be true. She hung her head to hide her tears. She was convinced that he was about to tell her their marriage was over. "Don't cry," Peter said gently, as he reached out to her and held her close against his chest, "I'm not going to leave you." Amanda could hardly believe her ears. She buried her face in his chest waiting for him to continue. "You see Amanda, I've been doing a lot of thinking, talking to friends and researching on the Internet. I've been a fool and I now realise that sex is normal and should be enjoyed in any way consenting adults choose." "Oh Peter...Peter..." She stretched up and kissed him, forcing her tongue into his mouth, he responded passionately in a way he'd never done before. She ground into him and she felt the hardness of his erection pressing against her stomach. She could hardly breath for fear that this would stop. Peter reached down and lifted her dress up, fumbling to reach her groin and ripping her knickers in his haste. He thrust his hand between her legs and fingered her wet cunt. She moaned aloud and opened her legs to encourage him to thrust deeper. "Yes...oh yes darling...harder...pinch it!" Peter squeezed her clitoris and labia causing her to cry out. With his free hand he unzipped his trousers and released his prick. He reached round with both hands to grab her buttocks and she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist as he entered her, sliding his cock deep inside and pounding her against the wall and fucking her as he'd never fucked her before. They both grunted and moaned like wild animals and in no time Amanda screamed in orgasm as Peter too shot his spunk deep inside her cunt, shuddering and sagging at the knees as a tremendously powerful orgasm shook him to his very bones. He pinned her against the wall while they both recovered. "Oh Peter...darling...that was wonderful!" Amanda panted into his neck, kissing him again and again over his face. He let her go and she slid to the floor. Reaching up to him she took his limp and wet cock in her mouth sucking him deep and relishing her first taste of him. Peter stood with feet spread and succumbed this feeling of a beautiful woman kneeling at his feet sucking his cock. Amanda licked his balls. Peter felt huge and powerful as he looked down and saw his wife worshipping at the altar of his cock. He pulled away and she mewed in disappointment. "Get up Amanda, we have to talk." Peter said and walked into the kitchen. Amanda stood and followed him, sitting opposite at the table. "Amanda, listen to me carefully. I have given a lot of thought to what's happened, and now we must decide how we're going to continue..." "Darling," She interrupted, "I betrayed you and it's all my fault. I will do anything for you, anything at all. All I ask is that you love me and never leave me." "Well first of all I must know certain things. I want you to be absolutely honest with me if we're to get through this, do you understand?" "Yes." "Well, why did you choose Terry?" "Because he was everything you weren't. He was fat, ugly, coarse and brutal. I wanted sex but at some level I think I wanted to be punished for betraying you. But then his brutality became addictive and I enjoyed it." "What do you mean?" "When he beat me and slapped me, my orgasms were so much more intense. When he called me names and made me admit I was his slut, I became delirious with desire. It was as if the pleasure and cruelty joined together and became a necessary part of each other." "And what about Terry and Brian?" "What do you mean?" "I mean how did you feel with two men and their obvious brutal treatment of you." "Well...it was as if there were two of me. One was your wife who was being raped and hated every minute of it, but the other was a dirty slut who enjoyed it. Who wanted to be fucked and buggered, brutally raped and beaten, used no better than a condom." Peter sat and looked at her thoughtfully for a long time before either of them spoke. The he seemed to come to a decision. "That's what I thought. But tell me honestly, do you think you could live without that kind of sex?" Amanda hesitated and lowered her eyes to the table. "I don't know...I suppose if I was really honest then the answer is no, I can't." She whispered. Once again Peter said nothing and looked at her seeming to chew things over in his mind. "Well. I know you love me and God knows I love you. Every time I'm apart from you I feel empty. I want us to stay together no matter what happens. It seems to me that since you can't change your nature, and if we are to stay together as we both want, then I must change my behaviour. If I tell you that I can give you what Terry did, what would you say?" She just stared at him. "Oh Yes...Yes please...I will do anything you ask...anything!" She blurted out finally. Peter looked at her before his next words carefully. "You will now go out to my car and bring me the bag from the back seat and bring it to me here. From now on you will call me Sir and you will do anything I ask at any time without any hesitation. Do you understand?" Amanda continued to stay unbelievingly at her changed husband. He reached across the table and slapped her face. "I said you are to do what I say immediately and without question, there is to be no hesitation, do you understand?" "Yes Sir!" She jumped up and ran to do his bidding. Her face stung but her heart sang. Grabbing the bag she ran back inside and put it at his feet. She stood with her hands clasped in front of her waiting for his next instruction. He opened the zip and removed a number of items. He handed her a set of small electric barber's shears and a clip of new safety razors. "You are to go upstairs and shave your head. You are also to shave every other hair from your body until you are smooth and clean everywhere. Then you are to bathe and put this around your neck. From now on you are my bitch and belong entirely to me." He handed her a large thick dog collar with heavy studs, "You are then to return here for my inspection and receive your first punishment. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir!" "Good, off you go and don't be too long." She ran upstairs and into the bathroom. She ran the bath and as she waited for it to fill she undressed and inspected her body. The cruel beating at the hands of Terry and Brian had disappeared. She unpacked the barber's shears and began to shave her head. Then she turned her attention to her pubes. Lathering Peter's shaving brush she soaped her head and gently shaved off the stubble leaving her head smooth and round. She looked at herself in the mirror and studied her head closely. At first it was a shock to see herself so different, but then she began to like it. It made her feel wanton and slavish. She hummed to herself as she poured bath oils into the water and sank down. She could hardly believe what had happened. Peter had turned instantly into a masterful and powerful man as different from his previous character as chalk and cheese. She loved him and longed once again to feel his cock in her cunt and mouth, and yes, 'My arse' she thought, 'I want him to bugger me!' Shaking herself from her reverie she shaved her body from top to toe and dried herself. She cleaned the bathroom, put on the dog collar and then went downstairs. Peter looked up when she came in and stood in front of him. He stood up and walked around her inspecting her closely. "Yes, that's very good. Bend over and spread your cheeks. I want to see if you've shaved yourself properly." Peter sat down. She noticed a number of items that he'd laid out on the table; a small leather whip; four pairs of handcuffs; a number of small clamps, rings, and assorted tools, hooks and wires. "That's good now come here and kneel at my feet. What are you? Tell me what you are." "I am your wife; your slave; your bitch; your whore. I am your property to do with as you see fit. I am nothing but a cunt, mouth and arse for you to fuck in anyway you please." This self-abuse and obscene description of herself began to excite her. She searched for more extreme words. "I'm a slut, a cunt, a fucking whore, a bitch, a cow, a hole, a place for you to come on or in, a toilet for you to use however you choose." "Tell me what you deserve, what should I do to you?" Peter's Enlightenment "You must beat me, whip me, hurt me, fuck me, bugger me, piss on me, shit on me, torture me. I exist only for your pleasure!" By now Amanda was squirming with desire, her breath came in short hard pants, her nipples stood hard and jutting out from her high and taut breasts, her cunt seeped its juices. She could see Peter's erection through his trousers and she couldn't draw her eyes away. Peter stood and dropped his trousers. His prick jumped free and from her position kneeling below him he looked enormous and pulsing with engorged blood. The knob end swelled and looked to her to be the size of a small apple, a glistening drop of clear liquid oozed from the top and dribbled over the head. He stood closer and she had a close view of his magnificent prick and balls hanging huge and powerful just at the height of her face. His beautiful cock thrust upwards and jerked threateningly over her face. Amanda ached to suck him. "Stand up." He picked up the whip from the table and swished it through the air. It sang with a wicked sound. Amanda's stomach churned as she imagined the feel of that against her flesh. It wasn't really a whip, more like a flexible cane. It tapered from a thick handgrip at one end to a point at the other. It was actually made of hard nylon and covered with thin leather. The thin end was tipped with a small leather knot. He stroked the whip across her face, letting her smell the leather; he slowly dragged it down over her breasts, teasing her hard and erect nipples. He flicked the tip against her nipple and she flinched with the delicious sting. Her breast jiggled and the nipple glowed red. He dragged the whip down across her belly, pausing to tickle her navel then continuing down to her groin. She opened her legs and he pushed the tip of the whip between them, teasing her clitoris until she closed her eyes and moaned. Reversing the whip he rubbed the handle roughly against her cunt. She moaned louder. Walking behind her he repeated the probing against her anus, jabbing it against the sphincter muscle, then reversing the whip again he continued stroking it up across her buttocks, pausing again to flick it cheek and making them quiver. A small red mark appeared where the tip had kissed her flesh. He walked around to face her and touched the tip to her lips, her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. She opened her mouth and with the tip of her tongue reached out and licked the whip. Peter gently pushed against her mouth and she opened wider to suck the leather tip, laying it along her tongue. Abruptly he pulled it away and tapped it against her cheek, just hard enough for her eyes to pop wide open. "Now I'm going to punish you. I'm not going to use this," He said holding the whip in front of her face, "I'll save that for another time. I'm going to spank you. I want to feel your bottom grow red and sore under my hand. Bend over the table." She leaned across the table presenting her bum for a spanking. She held on tight to the opposite end of the table and gritted her teeth in preparation. Peter stood to one side and slapped her bottom hard. The print of his hand immediately showed white with a red imprint of his fingers then immediately reddened. Her cheek wobbled at each slap and both cheeks rapidly grew red and sore from the spanking. His hand began to get sore and so he awkwardly changed hands and continued her spanking. Her bottom was now bright red and covered in swelling palm prints. Each new slap made her bottom shake like jelly and still he spanked her, again and again his hand rose and fell until finally he stopped. Amanda gritted her teeth and squeezed the tears from her eyes. Her bottom stung ferociously and felt as if hot irons had been pressed to her flesh. But she wanted him; she could feel her cunt wet and ready. Her nipples tingled and the pressure of desire grew in her loins until she thought she'd scream. Peter was also hard and in a frenzy of lust. If he'd bothered to think about it he would have realised that giving his wife a spanking was the trigger that destroyed finally the last vestiges of his former prudish self. Now he was powerful, insatiable, he ripped off the rest of his clothes. His prick stood huge and massive, jutting vertical against his belly, jumping and jerking from the need to fuck something. "Don't move." He commanded. "Now tell me what you want." "Please..." She gasped through her pain-pleasure, "please fuck me, rip into me, I want to feel your cock deep inside, shoot into me, please fuck me...you are my Master...I am your slave...fuck me!" Her obscene and wanton pleading drove him out of control and he lunged his cock straight and deep into her wet and welcoming hole. Each forward thrust caused her to cry aloud and she pushed back against him, lifting one knee onto the table to give him greater and deeper access to her. In no time at all they both crashed through their own personal orgasm and Amanda allowed herself to scream aloud in pleasure and the pent up release of nearly a year of marriage to this living God who until now had refused sex except in the dark, and then only rarely. 'He's wonderful', she thought, 'Thank you God for giving me my husband and give me the strength to keep him.' She held him tight and wished that his prick would never go soft. The objects previously spread across the table were now scattered across the floor. He picked them up and selected three stainless steel spring-loaded clamps. He'd bought these yesterday at a sex-shop after getting the ideas from a BDSM site on the Internet. He'd logged on and joined because it was a local chapter that held regular meetings, and also gave out advice and information. Amanda had now recovered and had slid off the table to stand waiting on wobbly legs for Peter's next pleasure. "Do you know what these are?" He asked, showing her the clamps. "No Sir." "They are little instruments of torture designed to remind you that your pain is my pleasure. I can attach them anywhere on your body to pinch the skin. Where would you like me to attach them?" "Please Sir, you must put them where I will feel most pain. I exist to give you pleasure and the greater my pain the greater your pleasure. This will make me happy Sir." "Very well my little bitch, I will put two of them on your nipples and one on your clitoris." Unscrewing two of the clamps he attached one of them to each of her nipples. Slowly he tightened each clamp until her nipples were squeezed so tight the jaws almost touched. He was amazed at how she bore this pain and wondered what her limits were, could he find them he wondered. Her eyes were squeezed tight shut and little tears welled at each corner. Next he knelt down and felt for her clitoris, teasing it hard. Amanda reached down and helped him by spreading her lips. He attached the clamp and once again tightened it until he could see she was in great pain. He wondered at her active participation in her torture in holding her cunt lips apart so that he could fix a clamp to her clitoris. "There." He said, standing up to admire his handiwork. "How does that feel?" He asked unnecessarily. "Very painful Sir...are you pleased with me?...do I make you happy?" "Yes my little whore. You make me very happy. And now I am going to take a bath. You will prepare our dinner. Bring me a glass of wine in about half an hour." He turned and went upstairs not bothering to wait for her answer. Nevertheless he heard her compliant 'Yes Sir' as he went upstairs. Later that evening they lay down together in bed. He'd long since released her from the clamps and now they cuddled each other in warmth and tenderness. She began to massage his chest, so smooth and fine compared to Terry; she couldn't help but compare them. This man by her side had been her husband almost in name only for the last year, but now she held him near to her as if this was their first night together, which in a way, it was. Her hand slowly crept down towards his groin and started to fondle and rub his quickening penis. She pulled the foreskin back and rubbed the head, marvelling at its smoothness and size as it swelled under her fingers. She felt the little drop of moisture seep out the little hole and she leaned over and took him in her mouth. She sucked gently and held the head in her mouth, rasping her tongue over the top and teasing the hole. Peter's breath became unsteady as she slowly sucked in more of his cock until she felt him at the back of her throat. She forced her mouth further, taking more of him in, stopping every now and then to allow the gagging reflex to relax and allow more of his penis inside her mouth. She sat up and straddled his loins, guiding his prick into her wet and ever ready twat, sinking down slowly she leaned back and stretched her arms up to pinch and tweak her own nipples. Silently and slowly she fucked him, encouraging his orgasm by clenching and unclenching her muscles and gripping his shaft as she impaled herself on his wonderful cock. Then with quickening thrusts upward against her opposite thrusts downward to him they both came in a rising crescendo and she shuddered in spasms in unison to his gushing tool as he shot his spunk up into her. His urgent pulsing tool filled her with renewed lust and love as she pushed down, wanting all of him inside her until she was split apart by cock and filled with spunk. They fell asleep in each other's arms as if they were newly wedded. Part Two The next day as they sat at breakfast, Peter told her of his plans. He'd arranged to take the following week off work to use up some long overdue holiday time. Amanda was naturally overjoyed and almost jumped over the table to throw her arms around his neck and smother his face with kisses. He reluctantly pulled away and continued telling her what he'd planned. "I have a delivery of wood today, they should be arriving around mid-morning so I want to clean out the spare bedroom. It will become our playroom but first I have to make some adjustments to it. We'll go upstairs in a minute and I'll show you what we have to do." "That sounds like great fun Sir," Amanda giggled, "will I enjoy being in the playroom?" She asked teasingly. "Oh yes my little bitch," He replied, "I can promise you you'll enjoy many an hour in the play room." "Can we try it later?" "Maybe, but later this afternoon we have to go to town, I've arranged some things for you." "Ooh...goody...what are they?" "All in good time my little fuck-hole, all in good time." After eating he led the way upstairs and together they disassembled the spare bed and packed it neatly to one side of the room. This opened up a large space and allowed him to bring up his tools and equipment that he'd need when the wood was delivered. They also removed the carpet leaving the floorboards bare. Just then they heard the delivery lorry arrive and Peter went downstairs to take delivery of the wood. One by one he brought up four eight-foot lengths of 4x4 and a sack of assorted metal hooks and eyes, and a long length of half-inch coarse rope. "Right. I shall be busy in here for most of the day, you can do the housework and call me when lunch is ready." "Yes Sir." When she'd gone Peter set about transforming the room and making the adjustments he'd designed. First he cut the four lengths of wood to fit in a square against one wall. The square was the same dimensions as the room so that once assembled, it fitted against one wall with the two sides screwed into the corners; the bottom piece was screwed into the floor; and the top piece screwed into the wall at ceiling height. The wall fixings were heavy duty and very strong. Next, at set intervals around the four sides, he screwed in the eyebolts. With the left over pieces of wood he constructed a large carpenter's sawhorse. This stood about the height of his waist and he envisioned his bitch spread over the bar with her arse high and clear for whatever dirty deeds he could think of. The horizontal bar was turned so that the edge was uppermost. The apparatus was braced and held firmly by cross-members and at each corner he fixed more eyebolts. 'All the better for holding the bitch down' he thought lewdly to himself. Finally he was finished just as she called him for lunch. "Can I come in Sir?" She said knocking at the door. "Yes." He answered holding the door open for her. She came in and stared at his handiwork. It didn't take a great deal of imagination to see the uses to which the construction he'd made would be put, and Amanda's fertile imagination worked overtime, especially when she saw the sawhorse and imagined herself tied across it and feeling the whip on her bottom. She began to get very wet and rubbed her thighs together in anticipation. "Oh lovely Sir, just lovely, can we try it now, lunch can wait!" "No we can't. Go and get lunch, we still have things to do." Reluctantly she led the way downstairs and into the kitchen where they sat down to lunch of freshly baked bread and chunks of farmhouse cheese, pickles, tomatoes, onions and glasses of cold beer. During lunch Amanda became very thoughtful. "Sir, may I ask a question?" "Of course, what is it?" "You've obviously gone to a great deal of trouble in making these arrangements for the playroom and our trip this afternoon, and also your holiday next week; but how did you know that I'd agree to all this? How did you know that we'd end up as we are? Starting out again almost, it could have all gone wrong." "Well," he answered, "I may have been stupid for the past year in ignoring your body and wasting time, but I'm not a fool. After we'd talked last week I went away and did a lot of thinking and it didn't take very long to realise what I was missing. It was then only a matter of a little research and, admittedly a little gamble, betting that you still loved me and would agree to whatever I'd suggest." "Oh." She replied, "Well I'm very glad you did, because I do love you and would do anything for you...anything at all...anything!" She emphasised the last words and looked directly at him. Peter finished his mouthful of bread and cheese and studied her carefully. "Are you asking me to test you? To somehow prove your love and willingness to accept whatever punishment or treatment I can devise so that your betrayal is purged?" "Yes Sir, I suppose I am." She said thoughtfully. "Yes! Test me! Wipe out my unfaithfulness by purging my body. Do whatever you must to make me earn your forgiveness!" She finished the last sentence by getting up and kneeling in front of him, bowing her head in submission. "Do you realise what you're asking of me?" "Yes Sir." "Alright my little whore, I'll punish you and test you. There will be no relief or escape, do you understand?" "Yes Sir." "Very well. Now go and get ready for town, don't forget to shave everywhere properly, but clean up here first. I'm going to finish upstairs." Amanda cleaned the lunch dishes and tidied up the kitchen, Peter put the finishing touches to the playroom and put away his tools. He cut a series of notches along the top sharp edge of the sawhorse so that it was serrated with wooden teeth. He then polished and rubbed the wood so that it was smooth and there was no danger of splinters. Meanwhile Amanda had bathed and shaved. "What shall I wear Sir?" "I think you should wear something that is simple, no underwear of course, and you can paint your fingernails and toenails bright red. And don't forget, bright red lipstick." When she was ready Amanda stood for his inspection. Her newly shaved head was clean, shiny and smooth as a baby's bottom; her lips were bright red as was her fingernails and toenails. She wore a simple wrap around shift that was originally meant as a long skirt, but the way she wore it wrapped around her breasts under arms, left it hanging to mid thigh. On her feet she wore what some people would call slave sandals, or Roman sandals. Anyone looking at her would have the immediate impression that she was naked underneath. The bright red make-up was very sluttish in a little girl innocent way that would make most men get an immediate erection and make most women insanely jealous. Peter was pleased. "Good. You look beautiful. You are no doubt my very own slut-slave fucking whore." Amanda beamed under his pleasure and followed him to the car. There were no neighbours around to see them but even if there were, 'I couldn't care less' Amanda thought, 'the more people who know I belong to him the better I like it'. Peter drove to an area of town that she didn't know very well. He parked in an older area with only a few open shops, but many closed and boarded over. They got out of the car and walked along the street. There were a few men around who openly stared at her with unconcealed lust. More than once she heard remarks such as 'Fuck me, would you look at that!' but Peter didn't give any signs of having heard them. They stopped outside an adult store. It was closed but the windows openly displayed the pornographic magazines and videos, and assorted sex-toys. She guessed that this was where Peter had found the toys she'd seen yesterday. He knocked at the side door and eventually the door opened to reveal a shrunken old man peering round the side. "Yeah?" "We spoke last week. I'm Peter." "Oh yeah, I remember, is this it?" He said jerking a thumb in Amanda's direction. She noticed he addressed her as 'it'. She was an object not a person, as if her humanity was of no consequence to him. "Yes." The old man didn't speak but turned away and they followed him inside. Amanda's stomach began to churn at what was to come and she stayed close to Peter. He led them through a side door and Amanda could see they were in the back rooms of the adult store. Stacks of porn magazines littered the floors and hundreds of videos were pile crookedly in one corner. The whole area was dimly lit and looked dirty and dingy. "This way." The old man said and led them further back into a well lit and surprisingly clean room. It was like a doctor's surgery with surgical instruments and what she guessed was tatooist's equipment laid out along one wall. In the centre of the room was a low bench, sort of like a physiotherapists couch but at one end were fixed a set of stirrups. Amanda immediately recognised these from her visits to the doctor. Her stomach churned more and she waited for whatever would be done to her. There was no doubt that she would be the centre of attention. "OK, strip off and lay down there." He didn't look at her but indicated the bench. Amanda hesitated and looked at Peter. He nodded and she slid off the shift and lay naked on the bench. The old man ignored her and went about preparing his equipment. To her relief he washed his hands thoroughly and put on a pair of surgical gloves. He sat down on a small, wheeled stool and pulled a small table towards him. "Does it know what I'm gonna' do?" He asked Peter. "No, but you can tell her if you like." "OK, your old man here has paid for some jewellery for you. It's all very good quality, I only supply the best, but the thing is I have to fit it." Amanda looked at him then at Peter and swallowed hard. "I'm going to pierce your nipples and fit lovely rings to your tits and then I'm gonna' do the same to your cunt." Amanda squirmed on the bench and looked at Peter. He smiled and nodded. The old man began by preparing each area to be pierced by cleaning it with antiseptic. "I usually spray a little anaesthetic on its parts to deaden the pain but I always ask first 'cos some men want to see it squirm with a bit of pain." "No spray." Said Peter. "Don't worry, I'm very good at this and it doesn't hurt too much." Then he proceeded to fit her with nipple rings. He fitted two linked rings in each of her nipples. They were thick and strong and made of surgical steel. When he'd finished she was sweating and panting from the short, sharp but intense pain as he made the holes with a large tapered stainless steel needle. The needle had a plastic handle fitted so he could grip it properly and gain better purchase when he pushed it through flesh.