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The Depths of Slavery

By: Conquered



My name is Richard, and I am drowning. 

I am suffocating, and am near a breakdown, but ironically, if I were given a choice of saving myself, or continue to let myself be destroyed, I would probably chose the path of destruction. 

Today, I am 42 years old. Two years ago, I lost my wife JoAnne of 15 years to cancer. We had been close in everything, and I was lucky to have a woman to whom I could confide my submissive/masochistic leanings. Although s&m didn't interest her, as the years went on, she did accommodate me. My taste for body worship and nipple and cock torture were, on occasion, fulfilled by my wife and I lived a happy life with her. 

One of our biggest supporters during my wife's illness was Hope, a stunning woman of 35 who had been my wife's closest friend since we moved into this community five years earlier. Hope and her late, much older husband Benjamin (he died two years before JoAnne) were an attractive, well-to-do couple who kept pretty much to themselves. As I was trying to advance at the company I worked at, I worked late hours and often when I was working late, my wife would go over their house to play bridge with the couple. As neither of us had any children, we were free to do what we wanted, when we wanted.

When my wife passed away, Hope arranged everything for the funeral. As we had both lost a spouse recently, we began getting acquainted. 

Hope was very take charge, and began sweeping me into social events with her circle of friends and mine. I was more than happy to leave the planning to someone else. 

While the first few months, I sleepwalked my way through my days and nights, I soon began thinking of sex again. While S&M wouldn't be reasonable until I found a willing partner, I was horny and one night tried making a play for Hope. She always wore the clothes, which I found the sexiest, no matter what the occasion. If she were trying to frustrate me, she couldn't have done a better job.

Politely, Hope put me off, and sweetly said that we would have to talk about what we each wanted before we considered moving onto that aspect of our relationship. 

We continued dating, and finally, I got so frustrated that I spoke up. I asked her whether she was interested in me sexually. 

"Why of course, honey. But I don't know if we really have a future as a couple." She said.

"Why not."

"Because for me to get sexually excited, I need a very strong level of commitment from my partner. Very strong."

I then began outlining that I thought my level of commitment was very high. 

"Sweetheart, Benjamin and I had a very special relationship. His level of commitment to me was total. I was his first and last thought every day. And I don't mean simply sexually, either. I don't know if I could ever have a different type of relationship with a man."

"What kind of commitment do you mean?" I asked.

"He's got to be fully committed to me." She said. Looking at me with meaning. "I would be in total charge. My word would be law. I would be the center of his existence. Is that something you could accept?"

I hesitated and she shrugged. I didn't know what the shrug meant until next week, when I was devastated by a call from Hope to tell me that we should split up because she was really looking for someone who would give her such a full commitment.

I couldn't believe my ears. I realized how much I needed Hope. She, however, was insistent that I couldn't really make the type of commitment she wanted. At this point, Hope said that we should be "friends." 

In a few days, I saw her downtown with a strong looking, well-built younger man. The next weekend, I saw them sailing happily with two other couples, and I got so upset, I nearly threw-up on my boat. 

I was becoming obsessed. Hope wouldn't return my calls, and even turned off her answering machine, so I couldn't hear her phone message. 

Then, just when I began de-pressurizing, she would call to find out how I was and to apologize for not calling me. We would talk, I'd wind up begging, and she would gracefully get off. She'd then ignore me for another week or so, then call me warmly. The cycle would begin again. I would never get a chance to fully recover from her.

Finally, Hope agreed to see me, and we met at a restaurant that my wife and I often went to. After some small talk, although I promised myself I wouldn't beg and make a fool of myself, I began begging and making a fool of myself. I asked her what she wanted. Rather than reject me, Hope took my hand and looked at me sadly. 

"I want total security. I never want to have to worry about you. I want a relationship where there would never be a question of my security, either financial or marital. It wouldn't be like most marriages. I would make the decisions."

I nodded my eager agreement. 

She lit a cigarette. "And I would manage the money. All of it. Yours and mine. Could you agree to that?"

I nodded and under the table, she began warmly stroking my thigh. Her smile was hopeful. I was as hard as a rock.

"And none of my decisions would ever be questioned? Is that understood?"

I nodded again.

"And what if I told you that I wanted a much deeper s&m relationship than you and JoAnne had."

I nearly fell off my chair. Hope just held me closer. 

"Who do you think convinced her to give you what you needed?"

I began to beg. "Please marry me."

And we began making plans. The wedding would be the next month. She took care of our respective guest lists. At that point, we began getting intimate. She was expert at oral sex, and gave me a good going over. I wondered where the s&m came in, but dare not ask. 

The week before our wedding, she and I got together and began going over the finances. I showed her everything from my stocks and bonds to bank accounts to pension funds. "You haven't changed it all yet?" Hope got up and very quietly began getting her coat on. I finally begged her to come back in the house. "Whose name do you think all this should be in?"

I finally understood what she was angry about, and we took a trip to my broker, and banker. All of my assets were changed to her name. A pre-nuptial agreement that she had had drawn up made her the sole owner of everything I had. I had no rights, but had to trust her good will. 

Finally, our wedding day rolled around. The ceremony was wonderful, and as the reception began, and we finished taking pictures, Hope took me by the hand and led me to the women's lounge on another floor of the catering hall where we wouldn't be disturbed. 

She immediately threw her arms around my neck, and gave me the hottest kiss on record. She then led me into an opened toilet stall. 

Hope pulled up her long dress and pulled off her panties. I began getting hard and pulled down my pants. She stopped me, and instead pulled me to my knees as she sat down on the toilet. 

As Hope began to relax and urinate she stared me in the face. She then began pushing out a bowel movement. As she did, she put her hand behind my neck and kissed me. The smell was beginning to become most unpleasant, but the kiss made it an erotic experience. She moved her high-heeled leg forward so her shin was against my cock.

Then, with her other hand, she reached back and began fingering her own asshole as I watched. She was getting flushed and pulled her hand slowly from behind. Hope's finger was faintly brown in color, with flecks of her waste on it. She held it up to my mouth with one hand, and with her other hand, began playing with her own pussy. "Come on. This is only the beginning, honey." As I began sucking on her soiled finger, she slowly began her orgasm, keeping her glassy eyes plastered on her finger pumping in and out of my mouth. I began humping against her shin, and came in my pants. She smiled in triumph and kept her finger in my mouth, pumping in and out. 

"We're going to be very happy. Very happy.

. .

Our honeymoon was very happy, and she ignored all mention of the wedding day event. I didn't dare bring it up, for fear of upsetting things. We were making love every night, and sometimes in the morning. She was splendid, and turned me inside out. 

We flew back home and began our lives together. 

Hope thought it was important that we live in her house, so she put mine on the market. I had already transferred the title to her name months before, so she would decide the financial disposition. I had no problem with that.

The second level was the kitchen, and the servant's quarters. Hope and I occupied the third level. Hope's (and my) bedroom had carpeted walls, and a very sleek, high-tech look, unlike the rest of the house. Chrome, plastic, and polyglass.

Hope and I settled in, and every night when I returned from work, we were served dinner by the maid, Sonya. She then retired downstairs, and Hope and I ate our meal. I wondered where her maid had gone, but after the meal, Hope told me that there were more than enough hands around the house now, and that she had let her maid go. "Benjamin and I never had a maid. The work always got done."

But Hope was not lifting a finger, but rather waited until I cleared the table. She then called to me. "The yellow sponge is for the dishes. Meet me upstairs when you finish." And this became a pattern with us. After dinner, Hope would go upstairs to shower and have a cigarette, or read, and I would clear the table, wash the dishes and straighten up. Our daughters would cook and serve.

I also noted that our first week back from our honeymoon, we made love twice, the next week, once, then there was almost a two-week gap till the next time. One night, I approached Hope about sex, and she sighed and said how tired she was. I held back a laugh, but she explained that she had gone grocery shopping and took care of the floors. She was all tired out. 

So, in order to give her more energy, I began doing most of the grocery shopping from her list, and under her direction, I began mopping the floors. Her energy level increased and our sex became once a week again.

This kept up for a while, then it began to lag again. I also began to miss the S&M aspect of our relationship, and one night before sleep, I broached the subject. She lit a cigarette and leaned on her side toward me. 

"I know we haven't done anything yet, honey," she answered. "It's got to come with time. I mean, you want me to be turned on too, don't you?"

I agreed.

"One thing does bother me and makes our sex-life unpleasant: You always annoying me for sex. I want to try something." She began touching my cock. "We're going to make love tonight, then, I don't want you to even mention sex for two weeks. If you can control yourself totally -- including masturbation --, then you'll have a big surprise waiting for you. Benjamin and I did this often and it worked well for us." 

I agreed, and we made glorious love that night. She reminded me that I shouldn't masturbate either. I agreed, and we held each other tightly.

The first couple of days were alright, but then, I came home from work after the first week, and Sonya told me that Hope was out and would be back early in the evening and that I should eat and clean up. I asked where, and Sonya told me that Hope was out boating. When I asked with whom, she didn't tell me.

I changed clothing quickly, got into my car and drove to the local dock. I called home to see if I we missed each other, but she was still out. 

I sat down and waited. One after another, the boats came in but no Hope. Almost two hours passed. The sun was beginning to go down.

Finally, in the distance I saw a mid-sized sailboat: The one I had seen her on before we married. At the tiller was the well-built younger man she had been with before. Hope was leaning against him with her hand on his shoulder. She was feeding him a drink from a champagne glass. She didn't see me. So I pulled away from the pier, and quickly got in my car. I drove off as the boat approached the pier. 

I drove quickly to beat her home. But it was nearly two hours after that before a car pulled up, and I heard a door slam closed and Hope enter the house.

I walked downstairs and saw her put down her bag. She was clothed only in her bathing suit top and a pair of jean cutoffs. She looked up at me, smiled and exhaled in exhaustion. Then she pouted. 

"I was a long time, wasn't I?" The clock said 10:15 p.m. I said nothing, not knowing what to say. "I'm sorry. William wanted to take me sailing. We stayed out longer than we thought. I went back to his place for a quick shower, and a few drinks." Hope put her arm around my waist and walked with me upstairs. 

I was silent and Hope glanced in the kitchen and nodded her approval over how clean it was. "That is great! Benjamin used to keep the place in perfect shape. I need a neat place to live. Thanks for helping." I could smell the alcohol on her breath.

We continued up the stairs to our level. "I am beat." And Hope began undressing. She didn't usually undress in front of me, and she looked splendid. Hope caught me looking and she shook her finger at me. "Don't frustrate yourself. Remember our agreement. You still have a week to go. And you're far from Benjamin's record." She smiled and I saw that her nipples were standing up at attention. What record? I wondered.

Hope jumped into bed and patted the spot next to her for me to crawl in. I took my clothing off and turned on my side. She plastered herself immediately against me and I felt the incredible heat. Her pussy ground against my ass and I felt that she was wet there. Her breasts were on fire and I remarked so. 

"We did some sunning a few miles out. I wanted to get rid of my tan lines."

I froze. Hope laughed softly. "You're not jealous, are you?" She hugged me tighter. "William and I are long time 'fuck buddies' -- in the past, silly, not today. William likes guys more anyway. We were even talking about you."

"That's nice." I replied. I was steaming, but didn't let it show.

"If you knew how silly you sounded. Like you don't trust me." Hope snuggled closer and was asleep in a matter of moments.

. . .

Again, Hope said nothing about her sail with William. I was angry, but knew that nothing would come of my making an issue out of it. It was a harmless sail with an old friend.

As the days drew closer to the end of my sexual abstinence, Hope began an hourly countdown. She told me how proud she was that I could exercise such self-control. She prized that in a person, and especially in someone she loved. 

Whenever she discussed the special nature of the breaking of my "sexual fast," I tried to get her to give me a hint of what she had in mind. She said nothing. Finally, the day arrived.

After Sonya cooked dinner for Hope and I, we ate at a leisurely pace. When we finished, I gathered up the plates and brought them into the kitchen. While Hope sat at the dining room table smoking, I cleaned up. She complimented me on how neat I was.

When I was done, Hope led me upstairs to our bedroom. She locked the door behind us and told me to undress totally, then get on the bed. She turned the lights low and went into the bathroom. I could already picture the diaphanous nightgown she would probably be wearing.

I was incredibly turned on with the entire situation. While my whole nature required a certain amount of sadomasochistic treatment in a romantic relationship, Hope had yet to show any inclination in this direction. I knew she was aware of what I wanted, but she was teasing me beyond belief. I was so hot for her, I wondered what direction our sex life would ultimately take. 

After a seeming eternity in the bathroom, Hope finally opened the door and came into the room. But she was wearing no filmy nightgown. 

Hope slowly sauntered toward the bed, wearing a pair of skintight blue jeans, which zipped from navel to the small of her back. She was bare on the top, her hair was pulled back in a very mannish way. Her make-up and body left no mistake that she was a desirable woman. On her feet was a pair of heavy motorcycle boots.

"What were you expecting? High-heels?" Hope asked.

Hope had a smirk on her face as she came over to the bed. I tried getting up, but she pushed me back down again. I then saw that she was carrying a few lengths of black rawhide. She sat down next to me and put both of my hands together. Hope then wrapped the rawhide around my wrists, tucked here, wrapped some more, and my hands were soon immobile. She then pulled my arms above my head and tied them to the headboard.

"You like high-heels?" she asked.

She stared in my face and kissed me lightly. Her skin glowed, and up this close, I could see how beautiful she was. I nodded to her question.

Hope smiled slightly and opened her night table drawer. She took out a leather case. She opened it and removed a pair of fishnet stockings and a pink garter belt. But these were not for her. Hope began slowly sliding the stockings over my leg. She purred. I saw the most satisfied, dreamy look come over her, as she gave me an affectionate squeeze.

"When you think of your S&M fantasies, are they very specific?" She asked.

I nodded.

"I bet JoAnn's fantasies weren't specific at all. She really wasn't into this, you know. If she were, she would have deep, specific fantasies. We talked about it a lot. She and I and Benjamin. Only someone who is deeply turned on by sadism has specific fantasies."

Hope pulled the other stocking leg up over my leg. She then began tucking the garter belt under me.

"Benjamin and I were both into this scene equally. He had his specific fantasies and I had mine. Since I was the dominant one, I decided which of his fantasies were fulfilled, when and how."

Hope began buttoning the garter belt. 

"Does it surprise you that Benjamin's entire sex life was in my control?" 

I shrugged, and felt her hands caressing me. Her hands felt hot on me body. She was flushed, but very controlled.

"It was simple. When he satisfied me, then I saw to it that he was satisfied. If he didn't satisfy my needs, then I got very, very bitchy, and made him feel very sorry for what he did." 

She began attaching the garters to the stockings.

"Does it turn you on to think of me like that?" 

I nodded very reluctantly. And she smiled.

"Does it make you hot thinking of Benjamin working long and hard to see that I was happy. And when he did everything perfectly, that's when I gave him what he wanted. In a way, it was a kind of pay as you go plan, and it really worked for us. Do you like that idea?"

Hope began twisting another rawhide strip around my ankles, then lashed them to the foot rail of the bed.

"How do you like the idea that it turns me on to see you tied up and dressed in something such as a garter belt and stockings, or makeup and a wig. Does that excite you?"

I nodded my head. Hope lit a cigarette and placed an ashtray on my chest. She drew deeply on the cigarette and rested it in the ashtray. "I'm someone who likes giving things to someone I love. Is it wrong that in return, I expect to get the things I want?" Hope raised her eyebrows, and I nodded in agreement. With that, she leaned over and gave me a 200-Volt kiss. I was in heaven as she probed my mouth with her hot tongue and played with my cock. It was as hard as an iron bar.

Hope then broke the kiss and sat up in the bed. She put the cigarette in her mouth and got on her knees. She then began slowly undoing the zipper so that she had the jeans legs on, but her whole pussy and ass was exposed. She shifted backward so that her pussy was over my face. She slowly lowered herself onto my mouth, and enticingly teased me with it. I started going crazy as she began playing with my cock. I heard her laugh softly. "It would really disappoint me if you came." 

She then slowly lowered herself onto my face so I couldn't see anything else. I began licking her pussy, which was already wet. As I ate her pussy, she propped up the back of my head with a pillow so my eyes and forehead were pressed against her ass. She moaned above me as I licked away.


The Depths of Slavery



Hope continued her grinding against my mouth as she massaged my cock.

"Keep it up. More!" 

And she was basking in the joy of our closeness. 

"Do you know what I want now, honey?"

Her fingers played expertly at my cock, turning me inside out. I arched against her hand. "What do you want?" I asked, the question coming out muffled. She was creaming against my face. Her voice was calm, but wavering. She spoke sweetly, seductively.

"I want to make you scream into me."

Her voice was wavering a bit more as she was in a sexual trance.

"Do you want to do that? Do you?" She asked sweetly, but an urgency took over her voice and her hand began bringing me to the brink. Her breathing was irregular. I nodded. "Then you've got to . . got to beg me to make you scream. Please. I want to make you scream. Beg me to."

I know my cock was hard, but I was also frightened. She knew how to stop me from coming too soon, and to seductively work me up again. I finally nodded.

"You have to beg me. Now!" Her voice combined sexual urgency, seduction, resolve, anger, impatience, lust. . I finally turned my head momentarily. "I beg you to make me scream."

She began grinding into my mouth. "Oh that makes me so hot. . So hot. Again. Really plead." She was rubbing her pussy into me full force.

"Please. Make me scream. I beg you to make me scream into you."

With that Hope reached back and grabbed a handful of my hair, thrusting my face back into her pussy. "Oh, fuck! Oh yeah! I want to. . I want to do it so bad . . I need to know you want it too." 

This time, I just groaned. I was getting closer to orgasm. Then she shifted forward slightly and began grinding her clit into my mouth. She gripped my cock tightly. "I'm gonna do it . . And you're gonna scream. . So loud. . Into me. . I know you want it, too. . I believe you."

And suddenly, as I began coming, I felt the most blinding pain I'd ever felt on my cock. I screamed bloody murder, then I realized what had happened.

Hope had ground her cigarette out right on the head of my cock. I kept screaming, and Hope kept grinding against my mouth, going from climax to climax. She jerked my cock to orgasm, then burned me again. I began bucking for her to get off, but it didn't work. She was moaning and shrieking lightly above me. I was in incredible pain but could do nothing about it.

Finally, she stopped grinding and lay down flat on my chest and stomach. She finally twisted away so she could see my face. She was breathing heavily and could hardly speak. The smile on her face was ecstatic. 

"You came too. I made you come that way. That is sooo exciting."

Hope rested for a moment, then slung her leg over my head. I saw her soaking wet crotch and ass. My mouth was just below her pussy. "Put your mouth over my pussy, now. And don't move it." And her hand grabbed my hair and held me there.

Suddenly, I felt a jolt of urine in my mouth, followed by a steady stream. I started pulling away, and her voice got an edge to it as she pressed into me. "You'll either drink it out of me or drink it out of the toilet bowl. Now swallow."

Finally, she was finished, and became very still, her breathing very heavy. I felt her take my cock and hold it. I imagined she was looking at it. She then pulled my mouth against her pussy again and squirted another mouthful into my mouth. She chuckled. "You can't tell me you didn't have to do this for your wife, can you?"

I said nothing, as one of my wife's few S&M pleasure was Golden Cocktails for me. 

After a few moments, Hope finally got up the strength to grunt and get off of me. She sat up on the edge of the bed, and turned to face me. There was something in her eyes. A cruelty I hadn't seen before. She saw me examining her face. "Well, now you know. Now you know what I need." 

She got up and stretched. Hope's beauty now had an edge to it. I could never look at her the same way. She terrified me, and drew me to her at the same time. She left me tied and began walking to the bathroom. 

"You were terrific." She winked and went into the bathroom. I heard her singing in the shower. 

. . . .

The next morning, I woke up very early to change the bandage on my cock. Hope kept sleeping and I got up to make breakfast. 

The night before, I had been confused, afraid, pained, yet inexplicably turned on by Hope's actions. I wanted to please her and prepared her favorite breakfast of fruit salad and black coffee, I wondered why I was trying so hard to please someone who had actually burned my cock with a cigarette the night before.

Later, I heard the familiar click of Hope's high-heeled slippers coming down the stairs, and I quickly checked to see that everything was just right. When she slowly came across the hallway into the room, I was praying she would find it acceptable. 

A thin satin robe was tied about her waist. She wore no makeup and her hair was loose around her shoulders. She looked quite a bit more innocent than the night before. She sat down and looked at me lovingly. "This is so nice. I love you honey."

She reached over to pull me closer to her and reached into my pajamas. She carefully took out my cock, looked at it and winced. "That's something I've always wanted to do." She pulled me closely and hugged me. "I know it hurt. But you came like a rocket. The two-weeks without coming was a real turn-on, wasn't it?"

What should I have said? I said nothing. 

She lit a cigarette and seemed disappointed. "Was it really that bad? For my part, it made me feel so hot, knowing that you weren't going to do anything sexual. That I controlled your orgasm, and your pleasure." Hope then playfully drew her lit cigarette closer to my cock as she held it. "and your pain." I pulled away and she laughed, letting me know she was kidding. We then had breakfast, and I got dressed to go to work.

. . . . .

It was a busy week for me at work, and Hope had some projects she was working on heavily as well, so we had very little sexual contact. But when I came home on Friday night, she was sitting in the backyard catching the last hour of sun. She lay there sunning without her top and I looked at her and began getting hot for her. It was almost a week since our last contact, and my cock was almost healed.

She soon opened her eyes and gave me a warm smile and crooked her finger for me to come over to her. She hugged me and I smelled scotch on her breath. I looked around and saw two glasses. "Was there someone here?" I asked.

She nodded. "William," she answered. "We had lunch and sunbathed together."

I didn't know how to react to her "friend" having been there. I wondered whether she had kept herself covered, and drove the question out of my mind. Hope lit a cigarette and closed her eyes again.

"He's going sailing this weekend down the coast and wants me to come along." She said, and smiled subtly at me.

"Is he going alone?"

"Uh-huh." She answered, then shrugged.

"What'd you tell him?"

She laughed. "You really are funny, you know. What do you think I told him?"

I didn't answer. "That you would go."

She took a drag on her cigarette and settled back with a satisfied look on her face. "Is that what you want? For me to go?" She closed her eyes and turned her face toward the sun. 

I said nothing. And then, she probably sensed that I was out of control, and that my heart and my balls were in her hand. 

"Well? Is that what you want? Would that turn you on, honey? Knowing that I was with William on a boat, alone, all weekend." Hope turned in her lounge and put her foot in my crotch. She began grinding against me. "Then, when I got home, I would answer all your questions about what I did. Or. . " and she ground her foot more deeply. "Or maybe I wouldn't tell you at all."

Hope smiled mischievously. I was trapped. "So what did you decide?" I asked her.

She takes a deep drag on her cigarette and smiles warmly. "I came up with a better idea. Instead of just me on the boat, how about you come with us?" Hope let out her smoke in a long stream. "Actually, we wouldn't be alone, William and I. He's bringing this yummy young college boy he likes. William asked if you were bi-sexual."

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him I wasn't sure." answered Hope, coyly.

"Thank you." I replied, acidly.

"It's no big deal. I've dated guys who were bi-sexual, and when I was through with them, I'd give them to William." 

She looked at me for my reaction, then took a drag on her cigarette. "Well, it's very hot, you know. Watching a guy suck another guy, or get fucked by one. I've set that up in the past. It's reasonable for William to think that you're one of those types. You're not offended, I hope." She leaned toward me and gave me a kiss.

"Now the question is, do I do William this favor he asked me? Help me decide." 

"What?" I asked.

"Well, he has a new boy. He's only a college boy, and the boy is straight, or at least he says he is, but William seems to think that he wants him, and he wants this boy. What he wants to do is set up a non-threatening evening where we both seduce him. We've done it before."

"Done what before?" I asked, concerned.

"I do the female head trip on him and William does the physical thing. Once I get the boy high and convince him that what he really needs is sex with William, I sit back and talk the boy through a fantasy while William fucks him or fists him, or something. With you along, you could watch, or join in."

What was she asking? Hope got up and began putting on her bikini top. She stretched.

"Come on honey. You know how hot that would be for me. Just imagine. William even thought you would like something like that."

"I wouldn't." I answered.

"Then if you're not going to go, I won't either." She leaned forward and kissed me on the nose. "This time." She smiled and walked into the house.

When I got up to the bedroom to change, Hope was in the shower. I surveyed the bedroom and saw that the sheets were messed. I felt them, and they felt faintly damp in spots. There were two different brands of cigarettes in the ashtray on the night table. A bottle of half empty baby oil was on the floor near the side of the bed. I seethed, but could do nothing.

* * * * * *

Over the next two weeks, two strange things happened. Of course I had long since tried to control the destiny of our sex life, but these two turns hastened the bizarre downward spiral.

First, I had learned that Hope did not, under any circumstances, want me to approach her for sexual contact. The times I had tried, I had experienced a freeze-out, accompanied with a quick, sharp slap. Knowing this, I was quite shocked when one night, Hope began going down on me. She pushed her hair aside, and I saw that her eyes were on fire. She said nothing, but continued sucking until I came in her mouth. She then slid back up to me and gave me a deep kiss, sharing my come with me. 

"How does it taste?" she whispered afterward.

"Salty."

"But it's not all that bad now, is it?"

I shrugged, not knowing what to say. Whether to agree or not agree with her. We went to sleep, and I thought nothing of it.

The next night, Hope we got into bed, turned out the light, and again, she slid down and began sucking me again. The very rare feeling of my cock buried deeply in her mouth was intoxicating, and I almost didn't notice that she had somehow greased her fingers with KY Jelly and slipped one finger into my asshole. I jumped, but she just sucked me deeper with her bright red lips. This was a dream, and a few moments later, I exploded into her mouth, and she pumped harder and deeper. Again, she shared my come with me.

"That really got you hot, didn't it," she teased. I couldn't deny it. She gave me another deep kiss, and went to sleep without any sexual satisfaction herself.

This ritual went on almost every night for the next week. The only difference was that she gradually increased the amount of fingers in my ass until she finally worked up to four. After I exploded in her mouth, she told me how proud she was of me. 

"You know, there are some men who can take a whole fist up their ass," she offered. 

"Gay men, that is."

"Not necessarily. Not all men who can are gay." I said nothing, and it stayed at that, with her not pushing any harder or further.

One night, after a four-finger blowjob, Hope sat with me in the dark having a cigarette. She began playing with my nipples. 

"You have nice nipples," she said.

"Yours are nicer." I replied.

"No, I mean it. They're very sexy. Very hot. They're thick, too."

Hope then began squeezing them. She knew that one of the things my late wife and I were into were nipple torture, but she had yet to do anything to me in that area.

"Did you ever think of having them pierced?" Hope asked.

"No." I replied.

Hope played with my nipples again. "I could picture them with thick rings set deep back, so I could tug them. Hard." And Hope tugged at my nipple with her fingers, hard. At the same time, Hope began playing with my cock. "I bet you didn't know that Benjamin had pierced nipples,"

"No I didn't," I answered, registering surprise.

"Oh yeah." Hope replied. "Joanne knew. I'm surprised she never told you."

I didn't understand. How would my wife know? "What do you mean?"

"JoAnn saw them."

Hope saw I was surprised. "Do you think all we did over here was play bridge?"

"What do you mean?" I pressed. 

"Benjamin was very obsessed with Joanne. Very obsessed."

"And what does that mean?"

Hope laughed as she lit another cigarette. "Listen to you. You're jealous. She's been gone for four years now, Benjamin for six, and you're jealous."

"I'm not jealous."

"I like you when you're jealous. I hope you feel the same way about me." She kissed me, but I was seething.

"What happened between them."?

"Oh, a few things. One time when she was over here, he begged her to yank on his nipple chain while he masturbated. She had never done anything like that, and I made him show her the piercings. She had a good laugh, and I told her it was okay if she pulled it. JoAnn yanked a few times, and Benjamin got very hot. Joanne got more curious, and as I gave him permission to play with himself, Joanne yanked hard until he had a great orgasm."

I again paused. I was beginning to see red and Hope sensed it. "Oh relax. Benjamin was obsessed with her, but she wasn't really interested in him. But she did me the favor of helping string him along so I could get what I wanted out of him."

"What did you want out of him?"

Hope shifted against my chest, and played with my nipples. "The whole thing about it is to build obsessions. That's the real bondage. Not ropes or cuffs. Obsessions. You make a person totally dependent on a brand of sex only you can provide. Then you deny it. Or fuck with his head and give it to him out sparingly, and conditionally. Conventional, vanilla love is unconditional. Power love is very conditional."

Hope reached into her night table drawer and pulled out two saw-toothed clamps. They were joined by a chain, and she put them in the middle of my chest, just sitting there in a lump.

"But obsessions are the key. I would tell you some things about JoAnn if you'd promise not to get upset."

I said nothing. I was getting upset, but I couldn't tell her to stop.

"I won't tell you if you're going to get upset." 

"Tell me." I said. 

Hope began playing with the clamps, opening them and letting them snap shut. Click, click.

"After we began getting close as a couple, when your business was getting busier, JoAnn would spend a lot of time with Benjamin and I. Well, I sensed that Benjamin was falling in love with JoAnn. I told this to JoAnn who was quite upset, so we set about curing it."

"How?" I asked.

"I came up with a brilliant idea. Benjamin saw JoAnn as an innocent in comparison to me. I was lascivious, she was reserved. I was obvious, she was demure. I was cruel, she was kind. I was satanic, she was angelic. So we -- JoAnn and I -- would crush his illusions, once and for all."

Hope lit another cigarette and put it aside. She then squeezed my nipples, and gently put one of the saw-toothed clamps on my nipple. I grunted, but she covered my mouth with a kiss. "What did you do?"

Hope began playing with my cock. "JoAnn didn't really know what to do, but she would go along with whatever plan I had. And I had one that would win awards in Hell. But I think justice was done."

Hope took the next clamp and quickly put it on my nipple. 

"It hurts!" I moved in pain, but she just kissed me again.

"Want to hear the rest?" She teased. I nodded vigorously.

"Well, I began throwing them together and eventually, as JoAnn and I planned, she was able to heat Benjamin up enough to get him to ask her to a motel. She had a better idea, and invited him to a cabin in the mountains, where they would be all alone. The weekend came; Benjamin gave me a lame excuse and went off to meet her. Do you remember that?"

I nodded, sad at the deception.

"When he got there, however, there was a surprise. I had arranged to get up there early, and I brought three men with me. Big, strong, black men friends from the S&M scene."

Hope was playing with my cock, which was responding to the depravity of the situation. "And right there, for the rest of the weekend, Benjamin had the task of getting those men hard with his mouth so they could fuck me and. . " Hope's voice trailed off.

"JoAnn too?"

"We were all drinking, and she was really enjoying herself." Hope comforted me. "She didn't intend to, but watching Benjamin sucking those guys got us both very hot. And Benjamin was crushed when she insisted on seeing one of the men sodomize Benjamin. But that really got her hot."

Hope began tugging on the chain of the nipple clamps. "I fantasize about that, you know. Having you all trained to do that."

"No!!" I yelled.

"I'd never force you. It would have to be as a willing gift to me." Hope was stroking my cock with one hand and tugging on the chain with the other. She got me to the peak of orgasm. "I'd love that gift." She whispered, and with a deep kiss, she jerked my cock and yanked that chain till I came.

She fell asleep in my arms after roughly taking off the chains.

* * * * * * *

Again, a week passed before there was any more discussion about sex. But this time, it was right after I came home from work on Friday night. Hope was dressed in a short black evening dress with her hair and makeup immaculate. She was applying some lipstick in the bathroom mirror downstairs as I came in.

"Why are you all dressed?" I asked her, putting my briefcase down. 

She just looked in the mirror at me and smiled. "Do you like how I look?" I nodded and she turned and touched my nose. "Come up to the bedroom."

As we climbed the stairs, I asked her. "Do we have an appointment tonight?" but she said nothing and led me to the bed. 

"Take your pants off." And she reached into her night table drawer and took out a small leather and metal contraption. When she saw my cock was getting hard she took a cigarette from the night table and lit it. "Are you going to lose that hard-on, or am I going to have to burn it away." She toyed ominously with her cigarette toward me, and I began to shrink. 

Hope puffed again, and left the cigarette in her mouth as she grabbed me and began pulling the metal cone-shaped cage over my cock. She then expertly pulled the straps around my balls and buckled them shut. From the palm of her hand, she pulled a small padlock quickly locked it. She smiled and kissed me sensuously. "I'm going out for dinner with William. Just he and I. And I want you to stay here and behave yourself. I think you know what that device is. You can't come or even have a hard-on with that device on."




The Depths of Slavery



"Please take this off." I implored.

"Why. So you can jerk off? Jerk off thinking about me and William and what we may do?"

"No!"

"Well then," Hope said, and began walking toward the door. "You won't need your cock free, will you?" She laughed and walked toward the stairs. She waved. "Don't wait up."

* * * * * * * *

I was asleep when Hope returned home. She came into bed and pasted herself against my back. She whispered. "Let me tell you a story. It was about a man who loved his wife very much. Now his wife was very rich, and had everything, and no gift he ever gave to his lovely, rich wife ever impressed her. He asked her one day what would she want as a gift, and she merely said, "Something no one else has ever gotten." 

"Well, year after year, the poor man tried to impress his wife, and soon it was putting a strain on their marriage. She was quite beautiful and didn't mind the attention of other men. One man in particular was quite handsome and she was taken with him.

"The husband was hurt. Until she said to him: "My birthday is coming soon. If you can't give me something no one else has ever gotten, I am going to leave you."

Our hero thought and thought but had no answer. Then finally, he came up with an answer. He went to the local surgeon and asked him to remove one of his balls. And on her birthday, our lady got a gift of one of our hero's balls in a jar with alcohol. She was shocked, but soon it dissolved into laughter. Our lady put it on the mantle and admired it. "I'm impressed." She then beamed with pride, turned to her husband and said: "And I want the same thing next year!"

Hope pulled me closer and we fell asleep like that, the horrible story echoing in my ears.

* * * * * * * * * *

And so the battle of pride began. I said nothing of the chastity device, and neither did Hope. For the next day, then the next day. Finally a week went by, and I was as frustrated as I could be. Then another week.

Hope continued going out twice a week, staying out later and later. I was continuing my frustration. 

Then another week, and finally, I spoke. I asked her when the game would be over, and she laughed. "Game? Get with it. Doesn't this excite you terribly? If I had my choice, I'd never let you come again. You know what I want, and if I don't get it, you may never come again."

There was silence, then she began playing with my nipples and cock at the same time. "But I can make you do it, you know. Don't doubt for a minute that I can make you beg me to let you open up your mouth and suck William off. Or, that I can make you plead with me to let you spread your ass for his cock. But there's no rush. I'm patient. I'll get what I want eventually. Believe me."

And Hope nestled into my chest and went to sleep. I felt the tears welling up.