4 comments/ 11099 views/ 4 favorites A Loving Couple's Remedy Ch. 03 By: mntnman64 Author's Note: Please read Parts 1 & 2 before reading this final part to the story about Jack and Carla. I invite comments and ratings for my stories; please feel welcome to do both. Thanks for reading this story! mntnman64 * Two days after their last scene in the "dungeon" , Jack was at work trying to fine- tune some schematic problems on the new RC-9388 micro-processor that his firm was developing. His phone rang at his company work station. It was someone at the receiving dock; letting him know that a crate had arrived for him to pick up. Jack told the caller that he would be leaving work early today around 3 in the afternoon. Jack assured the man that he would collect the bulky crate at that time. Jack had ordered the heavy duty "fuck-machine" from an online website. The company he bought it from, specialized in making high quality sex devices of various kinds. He didn't want it shipped to his residence because he wanted to surprise his wife. If it had been delivered to his home, Carla might have found it there first, and the surprise would then be spoiled. By 4 o'clock, Jack had lugged the heavy piece of equipment downstairs, and was almost finished with the final assembly of the metallic machine. The four foot long arm needed to be attached to the electrically driven wheel with several connecting rods. The machine could be adjusted for length of stroke. A hand-held remote control would regulate the speed of the arm. He tested it out for a few minutes, to get the settings he wanted to start with. He held off opening the box that came with the machine; it contained 3 dildos that could be attached to the end of the machine's arm. He got his task completed a few minutes before Carla got home from her job; and draped a light blue blanket over the now operable machine, so it would be concealed, when she entered the room. Carla's cheery mood brightened even more, when Jack finished eating and winked at his wife, "Be kneeling in your garment before my throne at 7:48. I have a special surprise for you tonight." He leered at her with an evil grin for a few seconds, before he left the room to go check his office computer for any e-mails that might have come in that day. She was smiling also; she had hoped that there would be a scene tonight; and her hopes were fulfilled. She wondered what kind of surprise her Master had in store for her; as she began to put the dishes into the automatic dishwasher. When Carla entered the dungeon at exactly 7:48, and kneeled down before her Master's throne; taking the well-learned position of submission; she was not surprised to see that he was not in the room yet. A few times in the past, Jack liked for her to have a couple of minutes of silent kneeling, before he would come into the room. He wanted, during this brief time alone, as she knelt on the padded red cloth, which surrounded his throne chair. She was also wondering what her surprise might be. When Jack finally entered the dungeon 5 minutes later, he looked down at his slave; who hadn't moved an inch since she had taken her position, in front of the high-backed chair. He had taught her the submissive position, and she had learned the lesson well. Sternly he asked her, "What would you prefer to start with tonight, my adorable slut? - - Perhaps a good flogging at the bar is what you desire; or maybe a good paddling on the cross, is what you crave?" Carla replied to her Master that she was there to please him; and whatever he chose would be what she preferred. He liked that answer from his sub, and snarled, "To the cross with you; tits against the wood!" As she walked by him, he pulled the strings on her garment, so that it gently floated from her body. He then proceeded to administer alternating short bursts of fairly light paddling of her naked ass, with light use of the "Orgasmatron." She had noticed that the last couple of times she had been flogged or paddled, that Master had not been as intense. The pain wasn't as much as it had been a month ago. She found herself wondering if the change was for real; or just her imagination. She also considered the possibility that her body was just more used to the pain now, after several weeks. As for the short moments with the; "Orgasmatron"..... she loved it. The hardest part for her, when he applied its vibrating ball to her pussy, was trying not to cum. When Jack was done with her on the St. Andrew's Cross, he turned her around and said, "Take a moment slave, look around. Do you notice anything different here tonight?" Carla looked around quickly and then said, "No Sir! I don't see anything different." "Look AGAIN!!" he prodded. Finally, her eyes fell on the blue blanket over by the fuck-table, 'what is THAT?' she wondered. Master led her over to kneel next to the mysterious object under the blanket. He grasped a corner of the concealing cloth and said, "Behold ......your surprise. It is for you, my pet." Then he pulled the blanket away so that the new fuck-machine could be seen by his startled sub. Her eyes widened in wonder. "Oh Master!" she gushed; but he could tell that she didn't know what exactly she was seeing. "Oh Master. ..... it's for me??" Then there was a long pause; "What is it .......Sir???" Jack almost busted out laughing; but managed to maintain his stern, Masterly, demeanor, "You ignorant slut! Haven't you ever seen one of these machines, during your video research on D/s??" She slowly shook her head from side to side, "No, Master; what is it?" "It's a fucking-machine, slave. It's a mechanical fuck- machine!" Her eyes widened in wonder. Then it registered in her brain. "Ohhhhh" she finally sighed. For the next few minutes, Jack demonstrated the machine, as he turned it on, and ran it at a very slow speed. The arm moved back and forth slowly. There was a noticeable, but not loud, "klickety-klack, klickety-klack sound, which emanated from the machine when it was moving. After all, it WAS a mechanical piece of equipment. For a terrifying second, Carla thought the metal end of the arm would be pumping into her pussy and blanched, noticeably. Jack read her thoughts, and explained to her that she hadn't yet seen the most important part of the machine. He then handed her the box which came with the machine. "Here, slut; read the descriptions on the box cover. I special ordered this set just for you. These are the attachments which go on the end or the machine's arm. Carla began to read the words printed on the box-cover: "Our first life-like penis is called YOSHI. It is a replica penis of a successful Tokyo stock-broker named Yoshi; and is a penis that keeps the exclusive Geisha Girls in Japan giggling with happiness. What his prick may lack in size, Yoshi makes up for with his superior endurance. (His member is well suited for anal sex! (A specialty in Japan.)" Carla didn't like the last part about anal sex. That was one of her rules or boundaries, so she wasn't interested in Yoshi very much. She noticed that this rubbery dildo was brown with tinges of yellow hues, and was small; only 5 inches long and a bit more than an inch in diameter. It was also very smooth; and certainly much smaller that Jack's penis. She read further: "Next, we have the replica penis of a "University Fraternity Stud", named JASON. Jason's well hung prick has been a legend among the Sorority Girls on campus. Even at a very large university, Jason's feats of sexual prowess are truly legendary. His exploits with this hard cock are well known among many women in town, also. It is rumored that he has "banged" several of his professor's wives. This penis is truly in demand!" Carla stared at a pinkish/flesh tone colored cock that was slightly larger than Jack's. It looked to her to be, 7 inches long, and a good two and a half inches in diameter. It also had a slight curvature to it, and it was veined. She smiled up at her Master, "Oh Sir ......I like Jason!" Jack grinned back at her. "Finally, our last and largest member, (pardon the pun) of this trio .... This super large phallus belongs to an All-Pro NFL defensive back named REGGIE. As you can see, the gigantic size of his penis, makes him as big a hit with the ladies off the grid-iron, as his football skills make him famous on the field. This man is truly "gifted"!!! He has often heard a woman exclaim, "That is the BIGGEST COCK I HAVE EVER SEEN!" Carla looked at the Reggie cock in amazement. It was a bit darker than a milk chocolate bar, a good 9 or 10 inches long; and was about the same girth as a soda pop can. Large thick veins ran along its' outer skin. Reggie was a giant, compared to Jack! Jack took all 3 dildos out of their clear wrappers and proceeded to clean each one off with a copious amount of hand-sanitizer. "Well, slave, which one would you like to try first?" Carla looked at Jack and uttered in a somewhat dreamy tone, "Oh Master. I don't want Yoshi, because of what he is apparently designed for...that being, anal sex! And I couldn't possibly take that Reggie cock.it would put me in the hospital. Look at the size of that thing!! So, I guess I would like to try Jason. He looks like he could be fun," she grinned. It took Jack a few minutes to tie Carla down on the fuck-table; with her arms stretched above her head to the back end of the table; and her knees tied to the end of the table so that she was splayed open; she was ready for a good fucking. Then he screwed the Jason dildo onto the end of the machine's arm. He then moved the machine close enough so that the rubbery stiff cock penetrated Carla's pussy to almost its' full length. Carla sighed with pleasure as the rigid dick sunk deeply into her wet pussy. Jack poured a good amount of lube onto the prick and the upper part of her open twat, and then set the speed for very low. When he was satisfied that everything was lined up properly, he walked over to his throne. From there he would watch his submissive slave be fucked by the new machine and, in this case, Jason. He turned the power on, and watched in rapt fascination, as he increased the speed of the arm to "medium". Carla lewdly moaned out her lustful delight. She was accepting the mechanical tempo very nicely; as its rhythm never wavered. It only took a couple of minutes for her to wail out in ecstasy, her first hard orgasm. Apparently, she liked the carnal sensations that Jason evoked from her sopping cunt. As Jack idly stroked his cock, he wondered if he should give the credit for her lustful pleasure to Jason; or the fuck-machine; or himself, since he controlled its' tempo and pace. He was well pleased at the lewd scene Carla was experiencing. He used his remote controller to move the speed of the fucking up to 2 strokes every 3 seconds. He began to reminisce about the past few months, and how his life, and hers had changed. (*This is the point at which our story began, back in Part 1.) As she writhed through her fourth quaking orgasm, Jack decided that it was time for him to go over to his slave and receive some direct attention. He stood up next to the table and gently pulled her head to the side, over by his pulsing hard cock. He turned her face and gently instructed her to open her mouth so that he could sink his turgid prick into her oral orifice. Carla began to suck her Master's hard missile, like a hungry calf would suckle her mother's teats. Jack began to rock his hips, slowly inching his flesh-pole deeper into her wet, slobbering mouth. Carla groaned in blissful lust. He wondered to himself, if that meant yet another orgasm for her. Just as he began to shoot his load deep down her throat, he leaned his head back; and as he peered at the wall in front of him with wild eyes; he spotted a slight movement at the window, which was high on the concrete wall. He had paid little heed to the window up until this moment. A face stared back at him, for a split second! Jack was totally shocked and surprised. Even though it had only lasted a fraction of a second, Jack recognized the face that had been peeking in through the window. It belonged to old man Hutton, his next door neighbor. Naturally, Jack became instantly angry! That dirty old man had invaded their privacy; he told himself. He was glad to notice that his erotic slave had not noticed the intrusion; but the mood, and their scene had been ruined by the old man from next door. Jack withdrew his semen dripping prick from Carla's mouth, and turned the fuck-machine off. Carla moaned her disappointment; she wanted more from Jason; but, the lewd scene was over for the evening. Jack untied her from the table and told her to go upstairs and shower. She reluctantly scampered off of the moist table and disappeared up the stairs. Jack then tidied up the room, and joined her in the shower a few minutes later. He chose not to tell her about the invasion of their privacy; at least, not yet. After a light breakfast, he told Carla the next morning, that he was going for a run at the park. Since today was a holiday, and he didn't have to go to work; so he thought he would get in a 4 mile run; he told her. She kissed him as he started out the door, and beamed brightly at him, "Thank You for my surprise last night, downstairs. It was wonderful!" Jack cut his 4 mile walk down to only one mile. He had business to attend to at the house next door; Wendell Hutton's house. As he rang the old geezer's doorbell, he was trying to calm his rising anger. Jack had worked up a moderate sweat, but was not out of breath, as he considered his strategy in this awkward situation. He would give the old bastard a good scolding; and make clear that the peeping-tom was never to try looking into their window ever again. It took a couple of rings before Hutton opened his front door to Jack. He told Jack that he had been expecting a visit from his much younger neighbor, and to come in the house. Wendell's home was relatively small, and his dining room table was only ten feet from the front door. This is where he led Jack to come in and sit. Wendell Hutton had been a widower for 3 years. His late wife and he had moved into the home about 20 years ago. The old guy lived a rather reclusive life; and had seldom spoken to Jack or Carla since his wife had died. Jack began to angrily tell Wendell that he had seen him peering into his basement window the previous night. Then Jack threatened to call the police and report the 70 year old man as a "peeping-tom"; if he didn't promise to never do that again. Jack slowly noticed that as his verbal harangue continued, Hutton seemed detached and very calm; almost as if he didn't care what Jack might threaten to do to him. "What have you got to say for yourself, Hutton!!?" Jack demanded. "It's true, I was looking into your basement last night; and I know that I shouldn't have done it. I have actually been peeking in for several weeks now, whenever I see the light on down there at night. And, Jack, I have to tell you that I think it is horrible what you are doing to your wife down there. I know it is none of my business ..... well ..... I thought that way, up until I heard her shrieking and moaning those piteous wails from your basement. Those loud cries made it my business, as a concerned citizen." "Screw you, Hutton! What goes on in my basement is OUR business....not yours; and besides, Carla agrees to everything that happens down there. It is totally consensual. So butt out!!" Jack stormed at the old guy. "Ya know, young fella, since you are raising your voice to me in MY house, and since you don't seem to really understand what I am telling you; I will tell you what I am going to do. My nephew works in the local District Attorney's Office; I don't think he would like hearing about what goes on in your basement. So, I think I just might go ahead and call him and report YOU for spousal abuse or maybe domestic violence. I think the police and my Nephew's office would be more concerned about what YOU have been doing; than they would be about me looking into your window to investigate criminal conduct." Jack was totally shocked! Suddenly, from out of left-field, now HE was the one on the defensive. He certainly had NOT expected this turn of events. "You Bastard! You wouldn't dare report me and my wife," Jack thundered. Wendell calmly countered, "No. I wouldn't report her; after all, she is the VICTIM here. I said I might report YOU. And I will, if you call me one more foul name while you are here in MY HOME. You are a rude little prick, aren't you??" Both men stared at each other defiantly. Who would back down first? Finally after several seconds, Jack declared, "Maybe we will both report each other's behavior and let a judge or jury decide just who is out of line here." Hutton replied that he liked his chances in court a lot better than Jack should. Then Wendell Hutton stared Jack straight in the eye and said, "Okay neighbor, I think I will call my nephew and we will see where the chips fall." Jack actually cringed at his threat; he knew that he was in a very precarious legal position. A judge or jury would likely not take kindly to the D/s activity that He and Carla had been engaging in, over the past few weeks. He also shivered at the thought of what the media would do to him; and the reputation he would carry with him at work. He also thought of what this would do to Carla, if word got around town. Her brother would go nuts. Now Jack decided to go totally on the defensive, this old bastard had him over the proverbial barrel; Right where Wendell had planned, all along, to take him. Wendell was a crafty old codger, and he had come up with a plan, last night, after he had gotten back inside his house, after Jack had seen him. "Tell you what, Jack; I MIGHT consider not calling my nephew ..... I might under one condition. After all, I would really hate to see your young missus have to go through all the public embarrassment that this would cause." Jack saw a ray of hope for his predicament, and meekly asked the old guy, "Condition?? ........... What condition??" "It is very simple," Hutton quietly responded, "I will forget the whole thing; and I will promise not to look in your window ever again, and I won't report your private activities to the police, or anyone.......IF .................I get a blow-job from your wife tonight, in that dungeon of yours. And it has to be a FULL quality blow-job; meaning ....... she swallows my cum, just like she does for you nowadays." Jack was mortified; and was suddenly angry again! "You fucking bastard!!" he roared. "Uh...uh" Hutton waggled his finger in admonishment, "Watch your filthy mouth, or the deal is off. You better start showing me some respect!" Wendell then handed Jack a slip of paper with his home phone number on it. The sly old geezer had outfoxed his next door neighbor. "Call me and let me know what time to come over tonight," he intoned to his emotionally beaten young neighbor. "If I don't hear from you by 8 o'clock, I will call the police." He didn't envy Jack. How would he get his wife to agree? Then he figured, 'Hey ......she is a submissive, she will do whatever Jack orders.' Hutton obviously didn't understand how their D/s situation worked. When Jack entered his house a couple of minutes later, he was an upset, broken man emotionally. Carla instantly could tell that something was terribly wrong. Jack went ahead and told his lovely wife EVERYTHING; what had happened last night; what Jack had said to Hutton; what Hutton had said to Jack.....Everything! Of course, when she had heard his long tale of what was going on, she became irate. Jack had never seen her so pissed off. She even threatened to go over to Hutton's house next door and "kick his perverted ass!!" Jack, of course dissuaded her from doing that, by explaining that if she assaulted the old guy, he would most likely call his nephew, or the police. A Loving Couple's Remedy Ch. 01 Author's Note: I am returning to writing after a 20 month "hiatus." I try to write stories that are well written and make sense to the reader. If you are looking for a story (Part 1 of this 3 part story) that is full of sex, sex, and more sex; please pass this one by. As is my style, I like to establish character development and background, as I build the foundation for the story. There are long stretches that provide only a little "sex action" since I want to give the reader a plot and setting details. I promise more "action" as the story goes along and many more titillating scenes in Parts 2 and 3. Please feel free to rate and make comments after reading this story about Jack and Carla. I absolutely LOVE to hear from my readers..... Thanks!! Please enjoy. Charles (mntnman64) * As beads of perspiration dotted her forehead, caused by the incessant, rhythmic motion of the cock locked onto the "business end" of the recently purchased "fuck-machine;" Carla's Master sat 8 feet away, and gazed intently at his slave. She was approaching her 3rd orgasm; or was it her 4th?? As he slowly stroked his semi-erect cock, rather absent- mindedly; his mind began to reflect back....back three months to how his marriage began to change and how this scene before him had become possible. He remembered all the details like they had happened yesterday ............... (Ahhh Yes!! remembering) ..... ............ Jack and Carla had been married for 8 years; he was now 37 and his wife was 30. By all accounts they had an absolutely normal life together; with only one sad exception. A year after they were married, her doctor confirmed that Carla could never bear children, due to an accident she had suffered when she was 10 years old. After much discussion, she and Jack had decided not to try to adopt children, but to go ahead and have a childless life together. They were very much in love; and accepted this situation. The couple built a strong and lasting marriage; which their friends and neighbors envied. Both were very busy and committed to their respective careers. They were successful and dedicated to their jobs. Jack was a consultant/ engineer at a large national company that designed and made various electrical components. He travelled a few times each year, but was basically at home each night; barring the infrequent emergency. Jack was a good looking man, who drew the notice of the women that worked in his office building. At 6 feet tall and a trim 180 pounds, he sensed that women were attracted to him; in spite of the fact that he shaved his head ( or maybe because he did). He worked out 3 times a week at the corporate fitness center and was in excellent shape. Carla was a tall, thin woman with an athletic figure. At 5'10" she could easily pass for a track athlete. Her straight strawberry blonde hair hung just past her shoulders. Her cute, freckled face belied the serious woman that she was at her job. Her older brother had started a home service company. They had crews that did repair, maintenance, landscaping and cleaning for clients in the mid-size city where they were located. Her brother's company had been in business for 10 years. When Carla graduated from Junior College with an Associate's Degree in Human Resources, she immediately went to work at his business. She worked her way up to Vice-President for Employee Management at the company. She was responsible for all the employees at "Reliable Home Services". Hiring, scheduling, training, vacation schedules and health insurance benefits for the 35 people who worked there, were her primary responsibilities. The worst part of her job, as far as she was concerned, was that she occasionally had to fire an employee. Her brother, Ben, ran the business end of the company, and made all of the final business decisions; Carla handled employee matters. ........... As Jack recalled the fateful events that took place 3 months ago, he closed his eyes and became oblivious to his wife/slave, who was being fucked hard by "Jason". He focused specifically on the night when he proposed his daring solution to that age old marital problem that he and his wife were going through. The problem simply boiled down to boredom and complacency, where it came to sex!! Over the previous few months, Jack had come to realize that their sex life had deteriorated into a monotonous, infrequent routine. (Just like many couples experience after a few years together) Love making had become less and less a part of their relationship and Jack didn't like it. He wanted...No....He needed more; and he felt like he might have stumbled across a way to get the "spice and zing" back into their sex lives. After all, he figured, anything was better than making love with his wife only 2 or 3 times a month; what could go wrong? For about 3 weeks, Jack had been reading erotic stories online, and watching video clips on the topic of BDSM. He really had not been familiar with this area of human sexuality; and he found himself wanting to know more. The more he read and watched, the more interested in this facet of sex he became. Many evenings, after supper, he became mesmerized by the graphic scenes that he saw and read about, while he was in his study at home. Surprisingly, he discovered that he was turned-on by the stories; and even more stimulated by some of the videos. He did NOT like torture or serious infliction of pain on women. Blood, scarring and extreme beating was a definite turn -OFF. But Jack did like the power and the discipline which some of the better Masters engaged in with their submissives. He regularly would find a very nice hard-on in his lap after reading a good story about D/s (Dominance/submission), or watching a well done spanking or bondage video. He began to mentally note the traits that a good Master exhibited toward his sex slave. He wondered if he could ever do those kinds of things with Carla. He also became more and more familiar with the various devices and pieces of equipment that were used by Masters. The idea of proposing the idea that he and Carla might TRY this new and mysterious sexual practice began to percolate in his mind. After a few nights of study in his office at home, he decided to talk to Carla, and let the chips fall where they may. He knew that he would have to be very careful. BDSM would come as a total surprise to her. He feared that the whole idea of BDSM would frighten and repulse her. He thought several strategies through before deciding on just what the best way to approach her about the subject might be. He would need to emphasize that he was unhappy with the current state of their sex life, and suggest that D/s might be a possible solution to the current problem. A problem that he hoped Carla also recognized, and wanted to do something about. One night after supper, when Carla started to clear the dining room table and finish her kitchen chores, he asked her to come to the computer room when she was done. She smiled and said she would be there in about 20 minutes. Jack left a 3X5 card taped to his computer screen, where he knew she would see it. On the card he asked her to come to the bedroom, and not to turn on the lights when she entered. Carla assumed that Jack wanted to have sex, and she frowned at the thought; she wasn't in the mood for sex; at least not this early in the evening. She couldn't have been more wrong about what her husband wanted though. He wanted to talk. He was lying on his side on the bed, fully clothed when she opened the door. The light from the hallway showed her that he was on the bed, and it surprised her how he was still dressed. Jack asked her to come lay down next to him, he wanted to have a talk with her. As she laid down on her side next to him, with her butt snuggled next to him, he" spooned" himself close to her. He softly kissed the back of her neck and caressed her arm. The blue light from the digital clock on the small table next to the bed gave off enough light that they could both faintly see shadows and each other. Jack told his wife how very much he loved her and that he wanted to have a serious talk about a problem. Carla sensed his nervousness and apprehension. For some strange reason, maybe it was her sense that something had been bothering Jack for several days; she immediately jumped to the conclusion that he was about to confess an affair. He quietly assured her that he was NOT having an affair. He loved her....loved her deeply and totally. Then he began to tell her how he felt about their present sex life; or lack thereof. Carla was very surprised at that revelation. She thought things were fine; well, maybe they didn't have sex as often as they used to make love ; but still, all and all, she didn't realize that Jack was upset about it. After some gentle discussion between them both, Carla admitted that she was also less than satisfied with the current situation regarding sex. Both assured the other that they were not casting blame; both accepted their own part of the problem. They seemed to think that duties and responsibilities at work for each of them had much to do with the gradual erosion of their once fulfilling sex life together. Whatever the cause, the discussion turned to what could be done about it. Were there any apparent solutions? Jack carefully explained that he had recently stumbled across a possible solution to their sexual routine, while looking on the internet. Carla was curious, and asked what it was that he had found. Jack slowly explained that he had been reading stories online about bdsm, and a part of that general area known as D/s. Obviously, Carla had no idea what all these letters meant, and asked him to explain. (Here Jack had to be particularly careful; so as not to scare her away from the topic too quickly). He used all of his persuasion skills to gently explain the parts of these subjects that he was interested in, and just as importantly, to tell her about the activities that he was NOT interested in. At first, Carla was aghast! She thought maybe her husband was joking. She had heard "whips and chains" talk at times, not really paying much attention to something that she thought would never be considered or discussed. Now here was her beloved husband admitting that he had seen and read about this sort of stuff ; and was proposing that it might become a central part of their future. Jack quickly asked her to just listen and keep an open mind. He certainly was NOT interested in torture or any form of intense bondage or pain. He told Carla that he loved her way too much to even consider hurting her in that way. He did, however, admit that in a D/s lifestyle, scenes would involve some pain/punishment to the submissive. Even hearing that, Carla was not very sure she would ever participate in this realm of sex. Finally, Jack made a proposal for her to consider. He wanted her to read stories, and look at some video clips for 2 weeks; keep an open mind about the topic, and then, in a couple of weeks, she could decide if she would be interested in trying D/s. Jack had drawn up a list of websites that Carla could explore when she had time. Even though Carla was very skeptical, she agreed to read some stories and look at the clips; after all, she didn't really know much about all of this. She promised her husband that she would try to keep an open mind. Nevertheless, she doubted that she would be very interested in becoming a "submissive" to her husband in the bedroom; and conveyed these doubts to him. Jack urged her to pay special attention to stories that involved successful women in the workplace. Women who had management or executive positions in their respective businesses often times wanted or needed to give up all power and responsibility to their Master's or Dom's. For them, it seemed to be liberating and fulfilled a sexual need that they had. He had noticed in reading various stories, that this type of business woman made an excellent submissive. Jack smiled to himself. At least she agreed to consider bdsm; he considered that a major step forward in his plan. Later that night, they made love. Strangely, the sex was with much more passion and enthusiasm on Carla's part, than she had been showing lately. Normally, when they made love, Jack would use his fingers and tongue during foreplay. Then he would mount Carla, in the all too familiar missionary position. Then after a couple of minutes he would cum inside her pussy and then both of them would fall asleep. That had become their usual sex routine. Maybe, just maybe, she was as tired or this routine in bed as he was. That routine did not happen this night, however. Carla seemed much more forceful during foreplay; actually pushing her lover onto his back and sucking his very hard 7 inch cock for several minutes: after he had fondled her breasts and licked her pussy. Normally she probably sucked his cock about four or five times a year. (Special occasions) he used to joke. Then she climbed on top of her husband and rode his cock for several minutes; grinding her wet love-box up and down his turgid pole. Her breasts bounced wildly as she bounced on his rigid fuck stick. She drove herself into an intense orgasm just before he shot his sperm deep within her soaked sex hole. It had been ages since they had both climaxed together like that, during sex. She would later admit to him that the whole idea that he had brought up earlier, had aroused her. When they had finished their talk on the bed and she made her way down the hall to his computer, she could feel the squishy wet effect the talk had on her pussy. She felt trepidation and exhilaration all at the same time. Could this be a solution to their problem, she wondered. It was all new to her, and her head was spinning with thoughts about what she might discover, and perhaps a new chapter in their marriage was about to take shape. For his part, Jack smiled at the ceiling as they cuddled during the afterglow of their love making. He thought to himself that she must be excited at the new area of sexual possibilities that he had presented to her, and wondered as he drifted off to sleep, what she would decide to do. For the next two weeks each evening after supper, Carla spent hours reading on the sofa from her laptop computer. She devoured stories about Masters and slaves; Doms and Dommes; mansions where orgies of pain and pleasure were indulged in by all the people in attendance. There were various stories about clubs which held slave auctions, schools and academies which trained and taught both Masters and subs in the fine points of the bdsm culture. At the end of each literary journey into this new world, Carla would invariably find her crotch soaking wet and her pussy gushing with her sex juices. Many evenings, her nipples would stand erect and rub lewdly against her robe, keeping her sexually on edge as she read. Carla found that she was truly enjoying her exploration into bdsm. Sometimes she considered masturbating while she read the naughty stories; but she refrained from doing so out of fear that Jack would catch her and not like it. (What a silly assumption!!) She also watched several bdsm video clips; but since many of these involved either torture or strong pain and bondage, she didn't like even thinking about submitting herself for that kind of abuse and mistreatment. The intensity of watching women in cages, or hanging from ropes in mid-air, or receiving beatings so severe that they caused blood to flow; were too much for her sensibilities. She knew instinctively that Jack would NEVER treat her like that. (Would he?) While his wife researched the bdsm "genre" in the living room curled up with her laptop, Jack was in his study also reading, viewing and researching the role of a sex slave Master. If Carla was going to agree to be a submissive to him, then he was going to be the best Master that he could be for her. He was able to pick out things a good Master did; and also saw different things that a Master should NOT do. Jack was mentally preparing himself, and also choosing ideas about just what kind of room and equipment would suit his purposes as a Master over Carla. The two weeks passed rapidly for them both. Carla became very intrigued by the idea of becoming a sex slave submissive to her husband. She wanted to please him, and realized that "subbies" were foremost trying to please their Masters. She also knew,however, that she would have to formulate some boundaries, if she were to agree to take this step into kinky sex. Finally the night they had chosen for Carla to give her decision had arrived. Both of them were very nervous and preoccupied during supper that evening. Neither one ate very much since they were both keyed up with anticipation. Jack had convinced himself that Carla would choose not to try D/s. He also wondered if she needed more time, in order to decide. In reality though, Carla had made her decision a couple of days earlier; at least in her heart she had made her decision. Although it never specifically registered in Carla's consciousness, the pivotal and strongest element of the bdsm stories for her, were the ones featuring important and powerful business women becoming sexually submissive to a man. She identified with them somewhat, though she never considered herself all that "powerful" at her job. The fact of the matter was that she was a woman (Vice-President of the business) who received respect and, in some cases, fear among the men she supervised. Without consciously realizing it, the fact was, she wielded a great deal of power at her business. She began to see that women who ceded their own sexual responsibility to a Master or Dom in D/s scenes, actually were able to achieve a measure of relaxation and freedom for themselves; and became more uninhibited and able to "let themselves go" in this new found freedom. That concept appealed to Carla. One evening as she was curled up on the sofa, reading a good story about a corporate business woman who was tied and bent over the desk of the President of the company, as he roughly fucked her pussy for his own pleasure; not caring a whit about her feelings; Carla snaked her hand inside her panties and felt her gushing sex-box. In mere seconds she was giving herself a crashing orgasm. The force and power of what she was reading caused this unexpected response; and in its own way, the experience drove her toward her inevitable choice in the matter between her and Jack. Her brain could not resist the simple conclusion: a woman in authority, a respectable woman and loving wife, could, through submission, gain a freedom and sexual release; that she never had had before. Carla cleverly decided to give her decision in much the same way that this whole idea began 2 weeks before. It should be revealed in their darkened bedroom, spooning against Jack. After he had finished making a couple of business telephone calls after supper; they both went hand in hand to the bedroom. Once on the bed, he held her tightly against his body, wondering if she could feel his stiff cock that was bulging inside his cargo shorts, while he lay next to her. (She could!) She told him all about her reservations and concerns about this strange new area of sexual activity; she pointed out that there were many things she could and would NOT endure or participate in and she told him of some of her fears ..........but in the end, she turned to Jack and kissed him and said, "I love you my darling, and I trust you.....I WILL BECOME YOUR SUBMISSIVE AND SERVE YOU AS YOU SEE FIT." Then she added quickly before he could react ... "but I must have certain limits and rules. We can discuss those things later." Jack was ecstatic!! He kissed his wife; hugged her close......kissed her again and again. "Oh thank you my love...THANK YOU....we will make this work...I love you so much." A Loving Couple's Remedy Ch. 01 Within mere seconds they both started tearing at and pulling each other's clothes off. "Fuck me Jack....I mean Master. Fuck me hard right now!" Carla demanded. (She had never said that to Jack before. Ever!! ) Her sexual juices were flowing and she wanted her husband to take her....fuck her...command her...right now. Jack was all too eager to comply with her order. He pulled her up, turned her around, and entered her from the rear as she spread herself while on her hands and knees. They hardly ever fucked doggy-style...but this was a special moment- a very special occasion ....and "usually's" were out the window... Jack plunged his love-pole into her sopping pussy and pumped her like his cock was a jack-hammer. Her sex was so wet! She wiggled and squirmed as she was pummeled from behind. She cooed her pleasure. She could feel Jack's balls slapping against her ass as she fucked back against his pounding staff. She wanted him; needed him; sought his manhood, deep within her being. Her pussy seemed on fire as she rocked her slit along his cock. She had not been this aroused in years; and she quickened her rhythm as her sex tunnel slid back and forth on his prick. She was mewling and groaning out her pleasure. This was ecstasy. Nirvana for them both! His driving prick drove his wife wild with lust. She had never been very vocal during sex before; but tonight she howled like a banshee. The two lovers rutted like animals until he let forth a mighty groan..."I'm cumming ,....cummming....CUMMINGGGGG" Jack wailed, as he shot his creamy white load into her steaming pussy. Without waiting to see if his cock would shrink after cumming, he pulled out and flipped his wife onto her back and immediately drove his sex piston into her gaping sex hole again. Bouncing and plunging as her legs gripped his sides, she arched her pussy up to meet each stroke....Within seconds she went wild with a powerful orgasm. "OH MY GOD" she cried....bucking and arching off the bed. "I am cumming, Jack ... cumming sooooo good...CUMMMING"!! Carla's passion was unquenchable, and it took her a few minutes to recede from her orgasm. Later that night they "did it" 2 more times; each time a bit softer and gentle; less wild and more loving. Eventually they were physically spent and fell asleep in each other's arms. Carla had Jack's cum dry on various parts of her body. She paid no mind, as she slept next to her man. The man that would soon be her part-time Master; and she would serve him...give herself totally to his pleasures and desires. But for now, they both slept a dreamless sleep. What did the future hold for them? The next evening they both sat and sipped coffee. They had much to talk about. Carla asked Jack, "so .....now that we have decided to try this D/s stuff, how is this going to work; and when will we start?" She obviously had many questions. Jack gazed at his wife for a few seconds, as if he were deep in thought and then explained to her what he had in mind. First of all, he told her that he envisioned them having 2 sessions or "scenes" he called them, per week; 3 a week at the most. He told her that it would take him a couple of weeks to set everything up down in the basement. That surprised Carla, she had not even thought of the basement; she had assumed that their bedroom would be where they would do this activity. Jack went on to tell her that he had some construction and building to do downstairs. When she asked specific questions like what he was going to build he told her that he wanted the room to be a surprise for her, and didn't tell her what he had in mind. She accepted his answer, and the reasons he had for not telling her much about his plans. He continued by adding that he also had a long list of bdsm "gear" to purchase. "I want to do this right, and it will take a pretty good amount of money to buy everything we will need and use," he intoned. Carla was a bit surprised at all the thought and pre-planning he had been doing; but it didn't surprise her that his attitude was to do a good job at this; now that the choice had been made by her, to allow herself to become his "subbie". She loved him for being so thorough and detailed about it. She knew that she needed to trust him..... and she did trust him. For her part, she also wanted to be a good "slave" for her new Master. She had acquired some ideas of her own since she began reading the bdsm stories on-line. She spent a great deal of time thinking about and preparing herself mentally for the bondage and pain element of D/s. So they both wanted this new adventure into a D/s lifestyle (occasional lifestyle), to be a good fit for both of them. Carla then explained to Jack what she meant when she said the previous evening that she would have certain limits or boundaries. After some discussion about that; with Jack again explaining that he too had limits; they listened carefully to each other's concerns. He had absolutely NO INTENTION of injuring, scarring, or marking her sweet sexy body! They decided to write down lists of their "boundaries". Jack pretty much knew what his wife would list; after all, they had been married for several years. He knew his wife well. Next, Jack told her that they were going to have a new and separate dimension to their relationship. When they were upstairs, their life would be just as it always had been. He used a term she had read in a couple of stories : upstairs would be strictly "vanilla": a normal world. They would not refer to what went on downstairs, and would never use the D/s activities to punish or in any way determine what happens upstairs. They would be a loving, caring husband and wife. Upstairs, she should never call him Master, and he would never call her slave. Downstairs, however, would be quite different. There, they would be Master and slave. He said that he expected that both of their personas' would be completely different. Downstairs, he would call her names and use words he would never use upstairs; words like slut, whore, cunt, bitch and many more. Carla would be expected to obey his commands and always ... Always call him Master or Sir; and she would only strive to please him... Always. She nodded her head in agreement and understanding. She felt a shiver run through her body as she nodded; and she felt her pussy getting very damp. A little voice inside her head asked, "What am I getting myself into?" The next 2 weeks saw Carla busy with her laptop each evening. She watched various bdsm video clips. Many of them made her shudder, their intensity and harshness did nothing but cause her anxiety; but also they gave her ideas about her list of boundaries that she would write. She also read many bdsm stories from various literary websites on-line. Some were quite long, and involved all kinds of relationships and situations in the D/s realm. Sometimes she read short stories, many written by women authors. She avoided all the stories about women that were Mistresses over men. Those stories would not apply to her and Jack. While Carla was upstairs on the couch or in bed with her laptop, Jack was working downstairs. Carla could hear the whine of a circular saw, occasionally, or the pounding of a hammer at times. She always wondered just what the hell he was building; but she knew better than to ask him about it. Jack would sometimes go out for an hour or so to do some "shopping". He needed new equipment such as wrist cuffs, paddles, riding crops, floggers, various sizes of chain, a couple of blindfolds, and a ball-gag. He also needed some special clothes for himself and Carla. These would be their downstairs "garments." In addition, he went to an adult bookstore to find various lubes, vibrators and nipple clamps. Of course, he never told his wife what he had purchased when he would get home. She would learn about them soon enough. A few of the larger pieces that he was looking for were harder to get in the house without Carla being aware of them. He usually brought them in during the day, when she was at work, and he could get away from his office for an hour or so. She would have no clue what those larger items might be; but again, she would learn about them shortly. One night during this period of preparation, after supper, Jack asked Carla if she knew about "safe words" and the absolute power they had. She told him that she had read several stories; especially the ones where Master's really knew what they were doing; that they used safe words during scenes. Jacked nodded approvingly, "Good. You have to know that we will have them. I have thought, since yellow is a color meaning "caution"....lets go with a yellow fruit. 'Lemon' will be your safe word for caution, meaning slow down rest, or 'let's talk'. And for 'STOP NOW!!' red is often used.... So a red fruit will be Apple. Apple means STOP , and we will immediately cease activity for that session. Okay?" "Yes Jack, I agree that I will use 'Lemon' or 'Apple' if I ever need to," she told him. Jack then went on to explain that he hoped that she would never find it necessary to use her safe words; BUT, that she should never hesitate to use them if she absolutely felt that she needed to do so. Carla recognized and respected her husband for thinking of safe words. She was really beginning to understand that he cared about her safety and wanted to be an excellent Master. She loved him for that, and trusted him even more than she had before. When they went to bed that night, Jack made love to his wife tenderly and gently. He used his cock to slowly massage her tunnel of love; stroking her with care. He could feel the walls of her pussy contract and relax as he took his time; moving in and out with a rhythm that soothed her. Carla enjoyed the loving, and soon both fell into a deep restful slumber. Neither of them climaxed; and that was okay. Sex for them did not always have to lead to orgasm; sometimes gentle pleasure was more than enough. They loved each other deeply. The following evening, Jack told her that he was going to a fetish club 40 miles away; and that he would be gone for about 3 hours. He was going to get some information and "supplies" that he would need downstairs. Carla wished him well and said that she would continue her research while he was gone. She trusted him completely; and didn't worry about the club that he was going to be visiting. "Club Rendezvous" was a private club that Jack had heard about from a website on the internet. It catered to the wild and off-beat part of the community. While there, he talked to several people who obviously were into D/s. A few Masters were there with their subbies ; some were leashed and most wore black outfits of one type or another. He asked a couple of experienced Masters questions about the attributes of a successful Master. He also picked up a special soothing lotion, which, he was told, soothed and help heal any welts or irritated skin, after a good spanking or flogging. He also learned that twice a month they held auctions on a stage, there at Club Rendezvous. This was where Masters could bid for, and then use subs who offered themselves for scenes there at the club. He found that opportunity exciting and was very curious to learn more about them. As he drove home, he smiled to himself and thought, 'I think I am about ready to take Carla downstairs and begin this new and mysterious adventure.' He decided that they would begin on Friday night after dinner. Tonight was Tuesday. Much still needed to be done. As he continued his drive, he became aware that he was sporting a rock hard erection. He considered fucking Carla when he arrived home, but decided that he wanted her in a horny state on Friday. Sex could wait. The next evening, Carla presented her husband with her list of "boundaries". These were things that she wanted him to understand about before they ever started their scenes downstairs. It was a list of what she could not or would not allow. In a way, this seemed odd for a new subbie to do; but then again, Jack felt it was only fair that she had some limits; limits that he needed to respect. It was vital that he knew her limits before they got started. " Boundaries " 1.Absolutely NO TORTURE! No blood, piercing, or cutting; no bruising or marks that could be seen at work. 2.NO anal sex. Do NOT go there!! 3.No semen in my mouth or on my face. (You know how much I hate that "porno" stuff!!) 4.No " bathroom sex " : pissing etc. (self-explanatory) 5.What happens downstairs STAYS downstairs. No one at work, our friends, or our relatives must ever find out about this. Jack read the list twice. He was shocked at rule #4. 'Where in the hell did she come up with THAT one; just what kind of videos had she been watching?' After reading her rules carefully, Jack told Carla that he understood these rules and would do his very best not to violate them. BUT ............. In his own mind, he knew that a good Master was always going to strive to "push the envelope" and get his slave to go beyond what she might THINK she can endure or allow. Jack did not tell Carla this, of course. He then told her that these boundaries, while fair and understandable could always be changed, revised, or even cancelled by her at any time. Carla agreed with this, and nodded her acceptance. With the issue of her boundaries settled, Jack said that he had a couple of conditions for her. He told her that they would go downstairs on Friday night. Carla's heart skipped a beat at this revelation and she gulped as she nodded to him. He continued by saying that sometime Friday before they started, she was to shave her pubic area completely, and that she should expect to keep her "private area" shaved at least every other day after that. (Carla had shaved her pussy area once, many years ago and found she didn't particularly care for it.) She told her husband that she would obey his directive and that she would be "smooth as a baby's ass, down THERE" by Friday. Jack quickly changed his tone to one of malevolence and authority (a preview of him being her Master soon) "I am not asking you ...... I am TELLING you. Keep your pussy shaved!" She immediately took a submissive demeaner and said, "Yes Sir I will." (a preview of her role as his subbie) He then softened his voice back to normal and told her that he would give her more information about Friday night later. Both were satisfied that they were ready; but Carla had one more important question that she needed an answer to. "Jack, I have read many stories and I have watched a good number of video clips for the last 3 weeks, and I still don't get it. Why the pain, why the spankings and the punishment toward women?. WHY can't we just have the bondage and the restraints and the sex, without pain??" He patiently told her that in order for her to become truly submissive; to show a Master that he had total and unquestioned submission from his slave; the true and ultimate test was for a submissive to give herself TOTALLY. He told her that he had studied the works and experiences of the "Father of bdsm" The Marquis de Sade himself. De Sade eventually proclaimed through his many and various exploits that women achieved total release and freedom in their lives through complete submission to him. His motto was "Freedom through Bondage". "It will take both of us many sessions or scenes to learn these lessons; and they will begin Friday night." Carla pondered his words, and told her husband that she would try very hard to learn, and become the sub he hoped for. She seemed to understand that she was to serve him unquestioningly, and to please him. Her entire role in this new adventure was to please her Master. Both were ready for a new era to begin in their marriage; in their life together. She wanted to make love that night, but Jack told her, in a kind way, that he wanted her to be horny on Friday and kissed her into slumber. He smiled to himself and thought, 'she is ready.' FRIDAY NIGHT Carla was a nervous wreck by the time she arrived home from work on Friday night. She had a difficult time concentrating on her work all that day, because she kept thinking and wondering what it would be like going downstairs with Jack. If she had known, Jack was almost as nervous as she was, as they got through supper quietly .Both of them tried their best to remain calm and act as if nothing unusual were going to happen later. After they had both finished cleaning up the kitchen, and getting the dishes into the dishwasher; Jack pulled his trembling wife into his arms and said, "You know I love you with all of my heart, trust me, my love, ..... trust me." He then kissed her passionately and deeply. This seemed to relax Carla, as she kissed him back, their tongues probing and dueling during the kiss. Jack then led her up to the bedroom and asked her to sit on the bed while he dressed. "We will have certain clothing that we will wear when we begin each scene. I have chosen clothes for our roles for both of us. From now on we will refer to our downstairs clothing as our "Garments," Jack proclaimed. With that said, he proceeded to the closet and took out his Master's clothing. He dressed in black pants made of material used for gym workouts by men. They were held up by an elastic band. Carla noticed that he wore no underwear beneath the pants. Then he put on a black t-shirt, and a finely crafted black leather vest. He finished by putting on a pair of black slippers. He had chosen these clothes for himself based primarily on what he had seen on the various on-line video clips; and also what he had seen when he had visited "Club Rendezvous." Carla had observed the same style of outfits on several Masters too, and wasn't in the least bit surprised at Jack's choice for clothes. Then he went to the far side of the bed, where he had hidden a box containing the dress that Carla would wear. Her Garment! She opened the box and found an off-white slightly loose fitting Sun dress that would reach, at the bottom hem, just to the bottom of her ass. It was a "gauzy" fabric; not quite "see through" but definitely light and airy. It tied at each shoulder with thin straps; and would allow the scooped bodice to show just a bit of her modest cleavage. Jack instructed her, somewhat curtly, "You have 5 minutes to use the bathroom and prepare yourself; then put on your garment and meet me at the bottom of the stairs. You are to be wearing ONLY the Garment. I will be waiting." Carla went into the bathroom that adjoined the bedroom and hurriedly went about "freshening up". When she came out she put on the dress. It fit her well. She tied a bow at each shoulder and checked herself in the mirror. She added just a bit of make-up and then headed, on wobbly legs, toward the stairs that led to the basement. Carla had never been more frightened, or more anxious in her life. When she arrived at the bottom of the stairs (7 minutes after Jack had left her in the bedroom), Jack was waiting in a space she had never seen before. It seemed that Jack had built a vestibule (about 5 feet square) at the bottom of the stairs. ' This is new!' she thought to herself. The space had a new door with a padlock on it, opposite the stairs, that led into the rest of the basement. There were also a few hooks on each side, where clothing could be hung up; and a small light bulb which illuminated the tiny space. Jack appraised his wife, and silently approved of the way she looked in her new Garment. "On this side of the door, while we stand here, we are husband and wife. Once we cross to the other side of this door, I am the Master, and you, my love, are my slave; to do as I command. Do you understand??" Carla looked up into her husband's eyes and with a forced smile whispered, "Yes, I understand." Then he intoned, "this is your final chance to turn around and forget the whole thing; I will understand if you do." Carla silently considered doing just that; but after several seconds of consideration , she replied firmly, "I am ready to serve you, Master." After hearing his wife respond, Jack put a black blindfold over her eyes. Suddenly, Carla was completely sightless. She heard the padlock being unlocked and heard her husband say, "Come with me, my love, I will lead you. Hold tight to my arm." A Loving Couple's Remedy Ch. 01 Her Master led her forward about eight short halting steps. She could feel and sense that he was opening a curtain; and then reaching behind her to close it after two more steps. He led her off to the left a few feet and told her to kneel down. Carla felt a warm glow on the back of her head, as she knelt down on a padded fabric. She imagined that a warm light might be shining down on her. Her ears told her that Master was settling into a chair in front of her. "I am now going to teach you the proper way to kneel before me, slave." She felt a wooden stick (probably a cane) tapping her ass and legs as he arranged her into the correct position. A couple of the taps were a bit harder on her skin when she didn't move to suit him "Back arched, knees fairly wide apart, hands on the floor." A few more taps from the stick and she had settled into a comfortable 4 point position before Him. Finally, Master was satisfied with his slave before him. Her hair glistened in the bright light which shone down from the 10 foot high ceiling rafters. He had attached a bright outdoor patio light into the basement ceiling a week ago. It was the only light in the room; and its bright light radiated to all parts of the area where their scenes would take place. He made sure that she understood that she was to kneel in this position when she came into the room, or whenever he instructed her to "kneel." "Now stand up slave!" he gruffly commanded. "Yes Sir," she answered to her unseen Master. When she stood before him for several seconds, he gave her his next command. "Remove your Garment; let it fall from your shoulders to the floor". Carla immediately obeyed as he instructed. After her Garment was puddled around her ankles; she felt Master removing her blindfold. For a brief moment she was blinded by her bright surroundings. 'Sure enough' she thought, 'it is a bright light shining down on me; that was the warmth I felt'. She slowly began to look around the room with her eyes searching behind and to the right of Master. The 1st thing she noticed was the chair he was sitting in; it was certainly no regular chair. It looked just like a king's throne from the movies she had seen as a child. A "Throne Chair". That's exactly the same thought Jack had when he had found it at a garage sale some weeks before; A Throne from where he would rule his slave. It had a straight high back, with intricate carvings up the sides and along the armrests. The back and seat were upholstered with dark red velveteen; the seat part of his Throne was very wide. Truthfully, it was the very essence of what one would expect a medieval king to rule from, his Throne. Master had his new slave kick her Garment to the side and admired how she looked before him; totally naked and at attention; with her pert b-cup breasts pointed straight at him. He smiled appreciatively when he observed her newly shaved pussy. Her slit looked delectable. He then told her that for the purposes of having a word that they would use to refer to this room, where they would play out their D/s scenes; they would call it "The Dungeon". "Please understand, slave, the word dungeon might be misunderstood as a dark dangerous place for torture and death; this room is NOT about that. We will use the word 'dungeon' simply to describe THIS room, where our scenes will unfold. There will be some pain and punishment here, but never any torture. Do you understand?" "Yes, I understand," Carla replied, with relief in her quaking voice. "Yes I understand, MASTER!!" Jack thundered at his slave. His menacing tone frightened Carla; she was shocked that his tone had changed so quickly. "I will not tell you again, ALWAYS finish your answers to me with the word Master, or Sir!" he warned her harshly. "Yes, I understand ...... Sir", she submissively responded. Master nodded his approval as she corrected herself. Then in a normal tone he told Carla that he wanted to show her around "the dungeon." The room was a rectangle, about 25 X 20 feet in size. Masters' throne faced to the right, as one entered from the stairs, and it had a red cover on the floor in a square shape before his chair. This was where Carla had been kneeling. The high backed imposing chair sat on a small raised platform about 8 inches above the rest of the floor. Behind the brightly lit Throne against the wall was what appeared to be a work-bench. When they both stepped over to the bench she noticed several objects arranged there: coils of rope in various thicknesses, wrist cuffs, metal handcuffs, a ball-gag, and several dildos and vibrators. She also observed 2 pairs of nipple-clamps and more blindfolds. Above the bench, on the wall, pegboard was fastened to the concrete wall; on hooks there were hung various paddles, riding crops, canes, and floggers. There was also a rectangular box attached to the pegboard that held various lubes and lotions. "I am glad, slave, that you recognize most of these things from your recent research. You will become much more familiar with these things in the coming weeks." Then he ominously added, "and we will start tonight". Carla gulped softly. "Yes Master," she replied. Master sensed her fear and apprehension; he could see it in her eyes. "Do not be afraid, pet, I am responsible for you here in this room. No serious harm will come to you here. In fact, you will undoubtedly experience more pleasure here than you will experience pain. Do you remember your safe words?" "Yes Sir. Lemon for slow down or caution. Apple for STOP" I remember them, Sir," she answered firmly. Carla was starting to relax just a bit; she wanted to learn more about this new and exciting place. Master reached out and tweaked her left nipple, pinching it between his strong masculine fingers. "Good", he said, as she tried not to wince. She couldn't help that her sensitive nipples became hard and erect at his touch. Carla then added, "I trust you completely, Master." They moved to a large object that was directly to the left of Master's throne and 8 feet away from it. The object she recognized was an 8 foot high St. Andrew's Cross. Two dark polished planks that were intersected to form a very large letter "X". Near the ends or each plank were embedded chains about 6 inches long. Where the boards intersected, was a rectangular padded flat cushion which was the same color as the upholstery of the Throne. The cushion was very thin and was almost flat with the smooth dark boards that made up the cross. It was very ominous looking to Carla; but she knew how it would be used, since she had seen them used in several video clips. Slaves were generally chained spread-eagle to the cross and whipped or flogged there. They could either expose their backsides to their Master, or be turned around so that their breasts and pussy faced outward. It depended on what the Master wanted. Mid- distance between the Throne and the Cross, hung a rope and pulley holding a spreader-bar. It resembled a trapeze from the circus. From this apparatus, a slave could be lifted off the floor or it could just hold her arms above her head for long periods. It was a good location for a Master to flog a subbie while she struggled up on her tiptoes. Over toward the other wall sat, what looked like a carpenter's sawhorse. But Carla could tell that it was different. Two 1 X 6's were angled together to form a narrow ridge at the top; the "horse" was about 3 feet long and had a strip of leather about 2 inches wide that covered the top edge. She wondered what it might be used for, but restrained herself from asking her Master what it was for. She figured she would find out in due course. He had a bemused smile on his face as he watched her look it over. The top edge of this devise was a good 3 feet above the floor (Jack had measured it perfectly when he built it; so it was not an accident that it was this tall); higher from the floor than she expected. Carla wondered why. Next to the sawhorse, almost against the opposite wall from the work bench was a long flat table. It looked like a long picnic table, except for the fact that it was very heavily reinforced. It appeared to be very solid and was about 8 feet long. It was covered, Master showed her, by padded leather. Near the end of the table, in the far corner was another rope and pulley. Master said that he had already decided on a name for this table; it would simply be known as the "Fuck Table." She shivered slightly when he told her this; and she wondered if it would be used for anything else besides fucking. At least it was padded so she wouldn't have to be concerned about splinters, she thought. Finally, she turned to face toward the stairs that led up to the rest of the house. A blue curtain walled off the dungeon from the rest of the full basement. Master explained that behind the curtain was the usual "basement stuff". Boxes of Christmas ornaments, gardening tools, other large boxes containing clothing, furniture and miscellaneous items were piled behind the curtain. He explained that these things would detract from the "ambiance" of the dungeon if they were in plain sight; thus the curtain was set up to keep this area separated from them when they were here for their D/s scenes. There was, however, a 3 foot wide path that led from the dungeon to the stairs through the curtains; the path that her Master had obviously used when she was blindfolded and was led to the throne earlier. It was obvious to Carla that Jack had put in a great deal of work and planning over the last couple of weeks; in order to have a workable "dungeon" for their bdsm activities. Master then asked his slave if she had any questions about any of the things she had just been introduced to on their little tour. Carla shook her head "No". Master immediately thundered at her, "You do NOT shake your head to me! You answer me, slut! Do you have any questions?" "No Sir. No questions." He roughly grabbed her arm and led her back over toward the throne. He was obviously annoyed. "Kneel slave" he commanded. She immediately knelt down on all fours, her naked body giving the appearance of a slave girl who was seized by fear and contrition. "Forehead down on the floor, you insolent slut!!" he growled. "I'm sorry, Master. I am sorry I displeased you, Sir," she cried through suddenly tear soaked eyes. She choked back a long sob. She was angry at herself for making this mistake again; she wanted to please her Master ; not piss him off. "slave, I am not interested in whether you are sorry or not. From now on, when we are in this room you will NOT tell me you are sorry. No! If I care what you think, I will ask you; I am more interested in how you might SHOW me you are sorry. Words are just words." He told her, as she looked down at the floor and sobbed. "I am here to please you, Master. How may I please you?" she quaked through her trembling lips. Master rose from his chair and slipped his trousers down to his ankles; then sat back down. "Suck my cock, you worthless slave. Suck me now! Let's see if you have any value at that," He sneered at her. Carla looked up to see his semi-erect prick in his lap, and sat forward to stroke and suck his 7 inches of manhood. "No hands, slave! I said suck my cock, not fondle it. Use only your mouth." She slid forward so that her tits were resting against the Throne's edge, between his spread legs. She proceeded to suck and lick his turgid staff for several minutes; never pausing in her oral endeavors. Jack groaned with pleasure a few times, as his new slave slathered his cock with her wet mouth. He pushed his cock deeply into her warm oral cave; causing her to gag and splutter saliva down on his ball sac. "You will learn to take all of my staff into your mouth and down your throat, pet; you will learn." Jack always loved getting blowjobs from his wife, over their years together; but he also always sensed that she didn't really like to suck his cock. She was typically reticent and normally didn't suck his dick unless he asked her to do it. She rarely would perform oral on her own volition. As a sex slave, that viewpoint must start changing. He would learn also, learn to demand blowjobs from his slave at any time they were doing a scene. He took note that she was keeping her hands behind her back, as he had instructed her to do. Carla seemed to be putting more enthusiasm and effort into her oral ministrations, as she worked his hard rod with her lips and tongue. He was very much enjoying his control over her. She seemed to accept the role as his sex slave, and was giving her best efforts without urging or prodding. He was hopeful, as he luxuriated in the soothing warmth of her wet sucking mouth; hopeful that this new kinky sex would benefit them both. When he felt himself getting close to cumming, he suddenly ordered her to stop, and return to her kneeling position, forehead down to the padded fabric beneath her. She was momentarily stunned by his command; she thought that she had been doing a good job on his prick; and she had felt his climax building. Why stop?? she wondered . His new slave was also aroused by the lengthy blowjob; she was enjoying her new role as his sex toy. Her pussy was flowing profusely with her "love-cream" and she hoped that her Master would soon take her to the" fuck table" and drive his cock into her sopping slit. She could smell her steamy sex-box as she knelt before Master, and was sure he could smell her arousal also. The thought crossed her mind as she put her head to the floor that she was going to like this D/s stuff. It turned her on. "Now there is an unpleasant matter to discuss with you, slave. Kneel up on just your knees and look at me." She did as she was told, instantly. He instructed her sharply, that when she was kneeling up on her knees; she should clasp her hands behind her head, with her elbows out to the side. "Slut, you were 2 minutes late coming down the stairs tonight; you kept your Master waiting for 2 minutes. I know that technically, I was not acting as your Master while we were in our bedroom; but you understood that I was giving you direct instructions. You didn't follow them correctly!"" Carla started to tell him that she was sorry, but caught herself before she made that mistake again. "Yes Master." Was all she could say."You need to be punished for this major offense; don't you think?" he asked gruffly. "Oh yes Master, Yes. I should never keep my Master waiting." With that Jack told her to go over to the work-bench and get a pair of wrist cuffs and her choice of paddles. She was going to be punished. Carla thanked him; she knew that he didn't have to give a slave any choices ..... Ever! Carla hurried over to the work-bench where she collected the wrist cuffs and a paddle that was rounded, and about a foot long. It resembled a large ping pong paddle; except it had several holes drilled through its' flat face. She brought them over to her Master who was standing in front of his chair, having pulled his pants back up. He quickly fastened the cuffs on her wrists and took the paddle; then pointed to the St. Andrews Cross. " Put your pussy against the cross and raise your hands above your head." It was then that she became aware that Jack had modified this cross so that he could tilt it back toward the far wall. He did this to enable himself to attach her wrist cuffs to the chains at the top. After securing her wrists and ankles, he tilted the cross back so that it was almost vertical again, and Carla's feet were barely touching the floor. The cross leaned slightly back toward the far wall. "This is your 1st punishment, slave. Remember the lesson well. Never keep me waiting past a deadline I set." Carla tensed her ass; knowing that she was about to get a harsh paddling. She couldn't see her Master, and didn't know when the blows would strike her exposed ass. The anticipation of what was about to happened frightened and excited her; all at once. Whack! The first blow landed squarely on her left ass cheek. Whack! again, on the same cheek. Pain shot through her backside. It seemed to seer into her. Whack! this time on her right cheek. Harder this time, WHACK! She squirmed at the pain seizing her buttocks. Her whole ass now felt like it was on fire. She began to wail loudly, "Oh God! OH GOD. ... Oh GAWWWDDD!!!" WHACK!... WHACK AGAIN!!...once more on each of her ass cheeks. Tears ran from her eyes as she moaned in agony. She cried out with each blow. A low wail escaped her clenched teeth as she struggled to accept the punishment. She writhed against the cross; she pulled helplessly at the chains that held her wrists up above her head. Her ass felt like it was on fire!! Tears ran down her cheeks, and heaving sobs escaped her. For a split second, she thought of her safe words; but then rejected that concept. Her 1st spanking was NOT going to end in surrender. She could take it. She WOULD take it. She told herself to 'Hang in there!' Then she realized that as suddenly as the paddling had started; and had given her ass cheeks a rosy glow; it was over. Master was removing her from the cross. Well, not removing her; just turning her around. He refastened the cuffs so that she was now facing him with her stinging ass cheeks against the velvet pad of the cross. "Now for forgetting to address me as Master or Sir earlier; you need to learn that lesson, as well, slut." Carla's legs were wobbly and weak. Tears washed down her face and dripped onto her heaving tits. She watched him through tear filled eyes as he went to the work bench and returned with a black flogger. It was a short hand held device that looked a little like a cheerleader's pom-pom; only this one had strips of leather (about 15 of them); coming out of the polished handle. The strips were about a foot long. She closed her eyes; not wanting to watch what she knew was coming. Carla had seen many videos where women were flogged. They usually had striped red or pink welts on their skin when they were punished. "Lines of pain" she remembered. Carla expected the same welts were coming to her body very soon. His first stroke came across her belly; not that hard, really. Carla thought that wasn't so bad. The first couple of strokes almost tickled her skin. The next few was a bit harder. Jack was trying to find just the right amount of force to use. He had much to learn, himself, about D/s. The next 3 strokes brought pink little lines across her midsection. Jack had learned that these would likely disappear within a couple of hours. Then one stroke across her breasts; brought a moan of pain, from his slave. She began to wince with each new stroke across her front. Then a final stroke across the top of her pussy, and she recoiled as far as the restraints would allow. Her body twisting in stinging agony at the assault the Master had inflicted. He was done. His slave had been punished. She was sweating profusely. Master took her cuffs off of the cross and told her to go over to the fuck table. He returned the cuffs and flogger back to the work- bench as she bent over the side of the table. She felt the cool leather against her tits; it felt good. She wondered if her Master was now going to use a riding crop on her naked exposed ass. She needn't have worried. Jack came up behind her with his rigid cock out; ready to fuck his little sex slut. He entered her smoothly and rapidly. She felt his familiar prick snake its way into her wet twat. She was gushing sex juice as he pumped his cock in and out of her pussy. She couldn't move at all, just submit herself to his sex. She gripped the far side of the table and held tight. Carla was enjoying this! His cock felt so wonderful to her. She hadn't known it before tonight, but she found she liked rough sex. Especially rough sex administered by her Master. Jack fucked his slave against the table for several heated moments. He was very well satisfied that the table was as solid and unmoving as he had hoped when he built it. As he plunged his erect rod into his slave, he was also testing out the equipment he had designed. Jack was always the engineer at heart; even while fucking. When Jack sensed that Carla was about to climax, he delivered the final lesson of their 1st scene in the dungeon. A Loving Couple's Remedy Ch. 02 Author's Note: Please read Part 1 of this story before reading this part 2. It will explain and clarify many of the details here in Part 2. As always, I appreciate feedback and constructive comments; so enjoy more of the "adventures" of Jack and Carla, as they explore this new world to them; the world of Dominance and submission. Carla sat at her desk in her office at "Reliable Home Services Inc." It was early in the afternoon, 4 days after her Master first took her down to his "dungeon" in the basement of their home. Her mind should have been on the' Manual for Employee Benefits' that contained some information that she needed; but instead, she was thinking about the things they had done in the dungeon, the previous Friday night. Her pussy was very moist, and she fought the urge to rub herself. After all, she had never done such a thing at work, and was surprised, now, that the thought had even entered her head. It seemed that there were many changes going on in her life these past few days; big changes that were going to determine just what kind of a marriage she had with her husband. She wistfully smiled, recalling the transformation that seemed to have taken hold of Jack. Upstairs in their home he was a loving, caring, gentle husband; but downstairs, in the dungeon, he had become a firm, stern task Master. Last Friday night was certainly a night she would never forget. Their mutual exploration into the kinky sex world of D/s (Dominance and submission) had begun very successfully. She hadn't realized that she would like the whole scene so much; even the pain had been bearable, and in an odd way, fun and exciting. Just then, her phone rang. The company receptionist cheerily told her that her husband was calling on line 2. Jack seldom called her at work. He said it was because he figured she would probably be very busy; not because he never thought of her during the day. Actually, he thought of his lovely, tall wife quite a bit while he was at work. He just didn't want to bother her very often, so this call was unusual. Carla punched the line 2 button and said, "Hi Honey, what's going on?" Jack replied, "Not much, I just wanted to hear your voice." She giggled like a school girl and replied, "That is so sweet, honey. I was just thinking about you, (then lowered her voice and said) and especially about what happened downstairs last Friday." Jack came back with a conspiratorial tone of his own and said, "Master wants you kneeling before his throne tonight at exactly 7:43; do you understand? ......And be wearing your Garment ......slave! "Oh yes Sir, I was hoping we might have a scene tonight. I look forward to serving you, Master." Jack immediately replied, "Be very careful what you wish for, slave. Tonight may not be as much fun for a naughty slave girl as it was last time." He then told his wife, in a much more casual tone, that he would be home for dinner around 5:30; and hung up without giving Carla a chance to tell him goodbye. She smiled and shivered a bit; was that a warning, she just heard? She giggled to herself about the time he gave for her to kneel at his throne. It was vintage Jack. When she was dating in high school, boys would call and set up dates with times on the hour; or at least a quarter hour. Not Jack, He always set a date for some goofy time like "Pick you up for dinner at 6:21; or I will be over to get you for the movie at 7:53" That was her Jack. He was very much different from the other men she had dated. That's why she fell in love with him, and married him. She loved him, and trusted him completely. Those were the main reasons why she had agreed to try the world of bdsm with him. That night at precisely 7:43 she entered the dungeon in their basement wearing her gauzy short sundress and knelt before her Master, who was seated on his throne chair. He was wearing his black slippers, black pants, and his black leather vest. He was not wearing his shirt, as he had last Friday night. She took the position that he had taught her, with her ass in the air, knees spread fairly wide, forehead touching the red padded mat that encircled his chair, and hands outstretched with her palms up. Master told her she was kneeling properly for a new "subbie". "Tonight we will explore more pain and pleasure, slave. Are you ready to begin?" he growled sternly. He seemed to imply that she would feel more pain and less pleasure tonight. "Stand and lose your garment, slave!" he ordered abruptly. Carla stood up immediately and loosened the two ties; one at each shoulder, causing her dress to slip to the floor around her feet. She deftly kicked it to the side as her Master appraised her beauty. Her skin glowed under the strong light, which was above her; he noticed that she smelled of jasmine as she smiled at him. Then her Master said, "You remember that the real test of a submissive is in the pain that you endure for me? Any slut can submit sexually; but the pain you give to me is the true test of your submission. Tonight you will give me that submission, do you understand?" "Yes Master, I understand; and I willingly and obediently plan to give you my worship, ....... for your pleasure. Please use me as you wish." He stood and gently ran his hands over her body; bringing his right hand up her thighs and feeling her already moist pussy. He smiled. "Let us begin," he intoned. Jack led Carla over to his left 4 feet and stood her under the spreader-bar that hung from the ceiling. He got two wrist cuffs and two ankle cuffs from the tool- bench and quickly fastened her wrists to the bar, and then her ankles were spread and fastened to U-bolts in the floor. She hadn't noticed the bolts in the floor last Friday, and was a bit surprised that they were there. He hoisted her up until she was barely touching the floor; the bar supported her weight more than her feet did. He then returned to the tool-bench where he gathered a set of nipple clips and a black riding crop. He then stood in front of his helpless wife and showed her the clips, as he held the crop under his armpit. "You know what these are for, don't you, slut?" "Yes Sir, I have seen them used in the videos you had me watch. They look like they will hurt." "Oh yes. They should hurt your tender nipples very much," he replied menacingly. Jack then clipped them onto her nipples; first the left, then the right. She moaned and whimpered. "They hurt, Master. Oh God, they hurt." Tears began to well up in her eyes, her breathing became ragged, as she tried to accept the biting, pinching, alligator teeth on the clips. He then stepped to the side and caressed her breasts with his hands. This soothed her somewhat. He licked her protruding nipples, causing them to grow more erect. Then he stood away from her and began to lightly slap the end of the riding crop at the bottom of each breast. The 2X2 inch leather piece at the end of the instrument was gently striking her tender skin. It didn't hurt so much as it stimulated her skin, bringing her to a state of awareness that something was happening below her tits that was arousing, through the throbbing pain of the clips. Then he began to strike her tits and abdomen harder. She was starting to feel the sting of the leather. Occasionally, he struck her upper thighs, but mostly he kept the leather to her chest and torso. For several minutes he kept up the assault on her body with the crop; ever increasing the harshness of the stinging crop. Carla began to writhe and moan out her pain. Her brain began to shriek pain .... Pain ........PAIN!! "It hurts Master," she wailed to him. She was sobbing and working hard to handle the strikes. Please Master; .....Please....PLEASE ....... "Please what??" Jack growled at her. "Please stop ... Please .. it Hurts!" she pleaded almost incoherently. "I will stop when I feel like stopping, bitch! .......unless you want to "safe-word"....do you want to "safe-word?" She thought to herself, despite the mounting pain from her nipples to her pussy; 'NO!!....I am NOT going to safe-word! ....I can take this ...... I can ....I CAN!! ' She rasped out to him, "No Master, I do not want to safe-word; please do what you will to me. If it pleases you." He was pleased. Pleased that his new slave was working so hard and trying so hard to endure the pain. A few more lighter stokes from the crop and he was done with her. He released the clips from her red, engorged nipples; and began to soothe her with soft caresses. He began to rub soothing lotion onto her tits. "You did well, slave. You did well." Now Carla sobbed and cried tears of joy. She still hurt; her nipples felt as if they were on fire, but she cried because she had pleased her Master. She only wanted to please him; give him pleasure, even if it meant submitting to pain. Jack quickly took her down from the bar and released her ankles from the cuffs; he led her on trembling, weak legs over to his throne and held her lovingly in his lap. He kissed her tear streaked cheeks and soothed her for several minutes; as her sobs subsided. He spoke to her softly and gently, telling her how well she was doing. She smiled and kissed him passionately. She truly adored her Master. "Thank you, Sir, oh thank you for teaching me, and helping me learn to please you." After a couple of minutes of silently holding his slave, he then spoke up, "Slave, I am not done with you yet, are you okay to continue?" Somewhat groggily she answered, "Yes Sir. Yes.... I want to continue, ........ please." "Kneel Up in front of me!" She knew that he wanted her to kneel in front of his throne with her head up, facing him with her hands clasped behind her head, eyes looking down at his feet. She quickly assumed that position, as he stood and dropped his trousers. "You know what I want; don't you slut?" She knew. He didn't have to ask. "You want me to suck your cock, don't you Master?" "Such an intuitive slave; of course I want you to suck my cock." She needed no further invitation; she greedily leaned forward and sucked his rigid prick into her warm mouth. Using her hands and lips to stroke his sex-pole she worked his cock deeper and deeper; until it was poking at the back of her throat. "mmmm" ....She hummed as she sucked his man-meat. Slathering spit onto his dick a few times, as she stroked it, she worked his cock expertly. She tasted his pre-cum as it oozed from his tip. After face-fucking his sub for several minutes he felt his balls about to explode; and he wanted nothing more than to shoot his creamy load of spunk down her throat. However, he remembered her rule (her boundary) about not cumming in her mouth; and, as difficult as respecting her rule may be; when his cock shot his load of jizz out the end of his prick, it was somehow in front of her and he exploded several straps of hot cum onto her chest. His cum splattered her neck and upper chest, and then dripped down her tits, and finally onto her legs. Carla smiled up at her Master with supreme satisfaction. She was learning to give a great blowjob. She knew, in her heart that he wanted to cum in her mouth. The thought of that had always repulsed her; and thus her "boundary" about that. But for now, he seemed very satisfied. She would think about maybe letting him unload in her mouth later. After Jack pulled his pants back up, he announced to his glistening subbie that he was just getting started with her tonight. Carla was a bit surprised by that; she felt tired and thought the scene tonight was about to come to a close. She was very mistaken! Jack's facial expression hardened and he gruffly ordered her to once again "Kneel Up." He then went over to the tool-bench and took two coils of cotton rope in his hands. One coil was very thick; at least a half an inch in diameter, and another smaller coil of quarter inch rope. He returned to his kneeling slave, and began tying her wrists together behind her back. Then he began to encircle her upper chest and between her armpits and around her back, so that 4 complete circles of heavy rope were looped around her. She couldn't see that both ends of the rope were left extending behind her back. At this point, her Master went back over to the tool-bench and collected 2 metal clamps; the kind one could purchase in any office supply store. Carla saw what he was carrying back to her and shivered involuntarily. She knew from her video research what they would be used for; and also knew that they would clamp and pinch her already sore nipples even harder than the nipple clips had done. Then Jack walked her over toward the piece of equipment that he had yet to use on his new slave. "This we will call 'Li'l pony'; as he pointed to the wooden object that she had seen before, during their 1st scene. It looked like a small saw- horse. Jack turned her to face away from the cross and fuck table and lowered a pulley and winch. Carla could hear him tying the rope ends to the pulley and winch above her head, so that the ropes were pulling her body upwards. Jack then clamped both of her nipples with the strong nipple clamps. His slave wiggled and tried to keep him from his task. "Stand still, slave!" he barked at her; "You will soon get accustomed to their bite, and it won't hurt so much. Easy for him to say, she thought, as the clamps pinched her nipples cruelly. He used a small hand-held remote control device to begin lifting her off of the floor about 12 inches; then he helped her center herself above the wooden "pony" so that her lower legs straddled the 3 foot long spine of the device. She looked down to see that the "spine" of Li'l pony was made of 2 lengths of 1X6 boards, coming together at a rather sharp point at the top ridge, the edge was covered by a 4 inch wide strip of leather. Her brain was beginning to register just what kind of wooden device this Li'l pony was used for. Master began to lower her cum encrusted torso down onto the back of the pony. When the very bottom of her pussy made contact with the leather strip, he stopped the pulley. "How does that feel, slave; are the ropes restricting your breathing?" She told him that she felt ok and she could breathe just fine. Jack then walked back over to the tool-bench and got the red and black ball-gag. 'Why would I need THAT?' Carla wondered to herself. She was about to find out. Jack's slave wife was about to feel the sharp features of Li'l Pony. After he carefully fastened the large red ball into her mouth and adjusted the harness around her head; he stepped in front of her so that she had a clear view of him holding the remote control device. "It's time to ride, my little slut; time to ride your pony." Carla then felt the pulley and electric winch device hum, and slowly it lowered her down onto the leather. The solidly built device began to split her tender pussy apart. When he stopped her for a moment, the narrow leather over the wood seemed to her to be just a mild irritant. When Jack lowered her a bit further, her weight caused the irritation to become pain. It hurt. She tried to close her thighs together, but the wood kept her from doing so. "Oh Master, please....please....it's hurting me," she mumbled unintelligibly around the gag. Large globs of saliva were dribbling out of her mouth, and dripped off of her chin. She tried to wiggle and squirm her pussy around to get the pain to lessen, but that seemed to only make the uncomfortable leather dig into her wet twat even more. Master lowered her a tiny bit more. Each fraction of an inch lower made her weight bear down on the sharp back of the pony; digging more deeply into her pussy. This really HURT!! Carla thought. Master lowered her a bit more as he studied her reactions intently. He needed to learn his new slave; how much she could take. He knew she was in agony after just a few short minutes on the pony. Carla moaned and whimpered loudly. Clear spittle was running out of her mouth in great quantities as she writhed and fought the pain in her split open sex. The leather dug up into her even more when Jack lowered her yet again. The pain was driving her insane. Her nipples screamed pain into her brain. Pussy juice gushed down the sides of the pony and it, along with her saliva, were forming 2 pools on the floor. She screamed in agony and mumbled words beseeching her Master to raise her off of the pony. He now began to toy with her. Master did raise her up, 3 wonderful, merciful inches up. She mumbled a garbled "Thank You Master," through her gag. She shouldn't have. Then, almost cruelly, he lowered her back down, very slowly this time. The same splitting pain was returned to her gushing pussy. Carla thought she might split in half. Master stood before her, staring into her beseeching, crying eyes. His slave wanted this to stop. She was in some intense agony. Her soaked pussy hurt so much it made her forget how much her nipples hurt. Perhaps Master had been right; she was getting used to the clamps. His eyes were wild. It was then that her muscle tone relaxed and she drooped a bit. She had entered what many people experience when they are in severe pain; a "nether-land" of consciousness. Jack had read about this and recognized it to be a "fugue state"; a way for a person to cope and accept pain. Many submissives that he had read about went through this phenomenon. She appeared, to him, to just be relaxed and was accepting the pain coursing through her body. Now it was time for her surprise! Jack almost whispered to her; "Now take THIS my darling little cunt!!" And suddenly without warning, a large "industrial strength" heavy vibrator; that he had attached under the spine of Li'l pony a week before, began to jolt Carla's pussy. Her eyes shot wide open with shock, and she bolted upright. She was instantly alert and astonished by the intense vibrating sensation. Now her cunt was being vibrated as never before. ' Oh my God!!!' her brain screamed. "Oh God....Oh Gawwwdd" she wailed loudly through her drooling gagged mouth. Suddenly her sex-box switched from pain and agony to lust and bliss in a mere nano-second . The strong vibrator was getting her off! She began to rock her gash wildly along the spine of the pony; trying to get her clit to feel the vibration more directly. Then, oddly, she could feel the sharp edge digging into her sex again. 'This was so fucking weird,' she thought ; pain and pleasure. STRONG pain and even STRONGER pleasure were coursing through her sex. The pain of her clamped nipples was warring with the incredible stimulation along her pussy; and somewhere in her nervous system a strong urge to cry out seized her. She glared wild-eyed at her Master. Then she realized that she was about to cum; not just cum, but cum HARD. She remembered that she needed permission from her Master to cum; but how could she ask with the ball-gag in her mouth? She tried....she screamed at her Master, who was standing a few inches in front of her, "Master....Master....MAY I CUM?? He heard her wails but could not understand a word. He knew, though, that his slave was about to cum. Her rocking motions with her pussy along the back of Li'l pony quickened. Her eyes glazed over. Master turned up the speed of the vibrator some more. This increased vibration drove Carla over the edge. She just couldn't take any more. Her pussy felt like it was in another dimension. She saw a blinding white light in her mind's eye. Her pussy clutched at the leather strip obscenely, gamely attempting to maintain contact with it and her clitoris. She CAME......Oh My God!! ...She came hard .... Very Hard! Her pussy quivered and shook; it clutched at the leather strip harder. The 2 pools of liquid grew wider as she let go, pussy juice and spittle mixed together. It was the strongest, most powerful orgasm she had ever felt in her life! Then, abruptly, everything went black. She passed into oblivion; Carla went totally limp and passed out!! A Loving Couple's Remedy Ch. 02 The next thing Carla was aware of was that she was in her own bed with her husband. It was dark in their room. He slept soundly as she became aware of how sore and raw her pussy felt and how tender her nipples were. She hurt, and tingled; both at the same time. Then she drifted back to sleep; back into slumber with a calm smile on her face. The next morning, when Jack came into the kitchen to find some hot coffee that he had smelled from down the hall,( since Carla had awakened before he had, and fixed his morning ambrosia earlier.) She turned to him and said, Good morning sweetheart. What the hell happened last night? One minute I was cumming, and the next I was upstairs in bed." "I will tell you what happened!! You scared the hell out of me... That's what happened!" He went on to explain that he thought for a minute that he had killed her; or at the least caused her to have a heart attack. "Are you all right this morning?" She answered that she was just fine, although a bit sore "down there" and indicated she was referring to her crotch. She also told him that her tender nipples were both slightly bruised. "That was the most intense, amazing experience of my life," she beamed, as she admitted how much she had enjoyed herself. He considered for a moment that his brave wife was becoming a little bit of a pain slut. Some people, when they get into the D/s world, discover that they actually like and even crave pain. Maybe Carla was one of those people, he wondered. At least she seemed to like it ....... only up to a certain level though. Jack explained that after she had passed out, he had taken her down and removed the ball-gag, clamps, and ropes. He had carried her up to the bedroom and put her to bed naked; then returned downstairs to tidy up and wash things off. He also mopped up two large puddles under the pony. "Well then, we will have to ride the li'l pony again sometime ......won't we?" Jack said with an evil grin, as he sat and sipped his coffee. A week and a half went by. During that time they had two more scenes downstairs. Both Jack and Carla were becoming more familiar with the layout of their dungeon; they were also becoming more adept in their roles as Master and submissive. Carla had given much thought to her list of boundaries; and now was becoming a bit unsure about a couple of them. She realized that Jack was attempting to "stretch" her as a slave. He saw his role as helping her achieve new levels of skill and endurance; levels she hadn't considered when she made her list of rules. She was questioning, in her own mind, that perhaps a new or amended list should be in order, now that she was more comfortable and trusting in her submissive role. It was late in the morning on the next Friday, and she was wrestling with a big problem while sitting at her desk at work. Randy Maxwell had shown up late for work for the fifth time in his six months of working at the company. Her brother, Ben, stuck his head through her doorway and told her he was aware of the situation with Randy; and that he would support whatever decision she might make about Randy. He did tell her before he went back to his office that if it was up to him, he would fire the guy. Dependability was essential for his business to thrive and grow. Carla hated this part of her job! Firing an employee also had a great impact on others. The employee's family, the work crew they might be a part of, and of course, paper work and problems for herself. Randy worked on a 3 man crew that cleaned furnace and air conditioning ducts. Carla decided that because of his being late so often, and the fact that two women clients had complained about Randy being "creepy" and somewhat suggestive to them when he worked in their homes; she would wait until they came into the shop that afternoon and then she would "let him go." About that same time, Jack called on the phone, and after the usual couple's chit-chat; informed Carla that she was to come to the "throne" naked tonight, at 7:26. She told him she would, but that she might be a little late getting home from work tonight. Jack asked her if there was anything wrong, and she told him everything was fine, she would see him around 6 p.m. When she arrived home at 6:10, everything was NOT fine! She was very upset and agitated. Randy had NOT taken his firing well. In fact, he came very close to having her call the police. He had implied a threat towards her, when he realized she was firing his ass; and didn't like it one little bit. "Lots of these guys here come in late, I have seen them!!" he had bellowed at Carla. She chose not to bring up anything about the complaints she had gotten about Randy from women clients. "They are not on new worker status around here, like you are, Randy." She countered. Randy left her office angrily and slammed the door behind him. He seemed to be mumbling some rude or obscene comment toward her as he left the office area, but she couldn't discern what exactly he said. This just added to Carla's feelings about firing employees; would she ever get used to this part of her job?? Jack saw immediately that his wife was upset, when she came through the door from the garage. "I am pissed!" Carla proclaimed to her concerned husband. She told him about the firing, the yelling and anger, and the implied threats made by Randy Maxwell. Then she tried to calm down. Jack held her in a loving hug for over a minute; and whispered soothing words to her. It was all over now, "Try to relax and forget about it, Honey" he cooed next to her ear. "I know what. Let's go out for dinner and maybe have a drink first, that should help your nerves." Carla smiled at her husband and kissed him, "I love you so much." He responded with a tender kiss of his own and told her he loved her too. She was already forgetting about Randy Maxwell. Because they went out for dinner, Carla didn't get to Master's throne until 8:35. She was naked! "I think I would like to put you on the St. Andrew's Cross tonight, my pet; and flog your sexy ass until it is red." When Carla heard that statement she secretly smiled and gladly wished for something like that from her Master tonight. "Yes Master. Whatever you wish is my desire also." Jack took her over to the cross and attached her wrists and ankles to the cool boards that intersected at her belly. He noticed that her pussy was already leaking her warm sex-juice down the inside of her legs. Master flogged her ass and back for over 20 minutes; starting out lightly, the leather fingers almost tickling her skin. As the flogging progressed, however, the lashes grew gradually sharper, and soon pink lines and welts appeared where the thin straps struck. During this time on the cross, his slave whimpered, moaned and toward the end cried out her response to the flogging. Master was pleased with how well she was now accepting pain. He continually noted to himself just exactly what pressure, speed and angles worked best on her. This was a learning process for him as well. He was getting good at his new role, as well. Finally, the flogging stopped; and he quickly removed his slave's restraints. "Kneel UP before my throne, slave," he curtly commanded his sub. She instantly went to her well used position and knelt down. She proudly thrust her breasts out in front of herself, expectantly awaiting what she thought might be coming next. After putting the flogger and cuffs back on the tool-bench, Jack walked over to his slave. The strong light that was above her, and providing the only source of light for the dungeon, lit her gleaming hair brightly. "Time to suck cock, my pet," he announced, as he dropped his black pants around his ankles. His large cock was already hard. Carla licked and sucked her Master's rigid rod expertly. He noticed her improvement at giving head, and was pleased by her efforts. He began to rock his prick in and out of her warm, wet mouth; touching the back of her throat with his cock tip. She stroked the base of his dick as she licked and sucked him; feeling his balls begin to tighten. Now it was time for HIS surprise! She sucked with even more vigor, noticing his breath was becoming ragged with lust. As his cock began that familiar twitch and rush, she knew he was about to cum. He loudly announced as he leaned his head back, "I'm cumming!!" And as he started to pull his cock from her mouth to blast his hot load onto her chest, he felt her hands reach around his ass cheeks and pull his hips into her face. She pulled him in strongly, just as spurt after spurt of his creamy man-sauce splashed against her throat and began its drip down her esophagus to her waiting stomach. She had taken his semen without hesitation! She was giving a full service blow-job. Master looked down at her in astonishment, as he continued to spasm the end of his load into his slave's mouth. "What about your rule about cumming in your mouth?" he finally asked her, as she finished licking his wet prick. "I wanted to give to you, Master, that which I knew you have wanted. I made the decision to change my list of boundaries. I hope you are pleased that I did." She smiled up at him coyly as she wiped a small spot of cum from her chin. "Besides," she continued," it wasn't as bad as I had feared; and the taste of your cum is actually kind of ... well.....not good, but.....not bad either. A bit salty, but not bad." Jack brought her up to stand, and then kissed her deeply; tasting his cum in her mouth. "Thank you, slave. I love you. Our scene is over for tonight, go upstairs and shower, I will join you in 5 minutes." Carla smiled broadly as she pranced up the stairs; and she thought to herself, 'I changed my mind on one of my rules; should I consider changing some of the other rules???' She didn't know, but she would think about it. The next morning, Jack got dressed to play golf at the course he belonged to as a member. He and his partner, Larry, were participating in a month long doubles tournament; and today they would make the quarter-finals if they won their match. He kissed Carla as he left, and indicated that he should be home around 1 p.m. She told him she had some grocery shopping to do and added, "I hope you two win." She kissed him back and smiled her brightest smile as he went out the door with his golf clubs. Larry and Jack were paired against a duo that they didn't know very well; Marv and Dan were relatively new members at the club. On the final hole, Larry sank a 20 foot putt to win the close match; then the four of them went to the clubhouse bar for a drink and to cool off. As the four of them talked, Dan made a couple of off-hand remarks about how he and his wife were having some problems. Soon after finishing their first beer, Marv and Larry shook hands with everyone and left Dan and Jack, who were staying to have a second beer. Following some more chit-chat about golf, the subject once again turned to Dan's problem with his wife Sara (short for Sarafina (he explained). After some coaxing by Jack, Dan confided that the major problem they were having concerned their waning sex life. This subject certainly sounded familiar to Jack. He and Carla had been having the same problem only a few weeks before. Jack then began to get a germ of an idea. He told Dan that he too had been having the same difficulty in his marriage; and mentioned that he had found a way to fix his situation. Dan perked up at that, hoping Jack would share his mystery remedy. Jack asked for Dan's phone number and said that he would check a couple of things out, and then get back to him. After they drank their beer, both shook hands and left the bar to head home. Jack pondered Dan's situation while driving home. That night during dinner, he brought up the topic of Dan's dilemma with Carla. He didn't mention Dan's name, only that he was an acquaintance, whom he didn't know very well, at the golf course. "Honey, this couple is having the same problem we had. Maybe we could help them?" Jack offered to his wife. "How could we do that? You hardly know this man," she opined. "Carla, honey, my idea borders on one of your boundaries for the dungeon. I know you want what we do downstairs to be just between the two of us; but I was thinking...... Since they aren't really friends of ours, and certainly they aren't relatives ..... maybe there is a bit of 'wiggle- room' with your rule. Carla was curious, now; "what do you have in mind, honey?" He thought carefully for a few seconds, swallowed a small gulp, and then blurted out, "Maybe we could let them watch us doing a scene downstairs; let them see what we have discovered, that has saved our sex life, for the betterment of our marriage. We could have a demonstration scene for them." Carla was surprised and taken aback by Jack's proposal. Her facial expression was one of deep puzzlement. She thought carefully for a few minutes, while he got up to clear the dishes off of the table. He was letting her have some time to consider his unusual suggestion. When he sat back down next to her she said, "your idea kind of intrigues me, honey; but I would like a little more time to think it over. Okay?" He grinned back at her and responded, sensing that this just might happen, "Sure baby, take some time, I told this guy I might get back to him by phone; but I didn't set a timetable. The next evening at supper, Carla brought up the topic about "the couple that was having problems." She told her husband that it would be very awkward if she were to meet this couple after they had seen her and Master in the dungeon. She would be very embarrassed if they would bump into them anywhere in public: at the movies, at the mall, maybe even the post office ..... ANYWHERE! Jack told her that he had thought about the same thing, and might have a way around that. If you were blind- folded while they watched us, you would never know if you met them in public. Thus, no problem! Carla laughed at Jack. "Great minds think alike; I was thinking the same thing, about using a blind- fold myself." After another minute to think, she declared, "All right, honey, I will agree that doing this doesn't violate my rule about others knowing what we do downstairs. I will agree to let them watch; but I don't want to hear them, I don't want to see them, and I certainly don't want any kind of touching or sex going on with them. They can only WATCH! This will be purely educational. It's embarrassing enough that they will see me totally naked and exposed." Jack hugged Carla, kissed her, and said, "Oh thank you baby! I truly believe that this can help them; and, it might be kinda fun for us too. You know ......a bit of acting and playing up our roles in D/s." Carla smiled back at him, "Yes. I think it could help them; it has certainly helped us. I will admit, now, that we were headed directly for trouble, before you started all this bdsm stuff. And, you are right; it might be sort of fun, too." Dan got the phone call from Jack a few minutes later. After checking both couple's schedules, Dan was instructed to bring his wife to Jack's home the following evening at 7:07 sharp! Dan was worried and asked Jack, "This isn't one of these wife-swapping schemes or something like that, is it? That would scare the hell out of Sara," he added. Jack carefully explained to Dan that they would only be required to watch and remain silent. No participation or interaction with Jack and Carla would be allowed. Just sit,watch and learn. That was all that was expected. At 7:00 the next evening, Master took his slave down to the dungeon. She wore her garment, and when she stood under the spreader bar that was suspended from the ceiling; Master placed a black silk blind-fold over her eyes. He then fastened her wrist cuffs to the bar, and her ankle cuffs to her ankles; but he did not attach them to the U-bolts in the floor just yet. She breathed deeply and told Jack that she was ready, and would put on a good show for the mysterious couple. They both had already discussed how the coming scene would develop. Then he told her to wait there for their guests, and returned back upstairs. She joked, "where do you think I could go?" Jack was wearing his usual black footwear, pants, t-shirt and vest when he answered the doorbell at exactly 7:07. Dan and his attractive wife were casually dressed, and appeared to be extremely nervous. They both shook hands with the black-clad host. Sara had long straight black hair, and was a medium sized 32 year old beauty with, what looked to Jack like, a 34c bust line. Her green eyes sparkled. Dan was a bit short at 5'7" and had a medium build, with pale red (almost blond) hair, that was cut short. Dan looked expectantly around; "Where is your wife?" Jack explained to both of the guests that they were going to see Jack and his wife, Carla, in an unusual scene; that most people might be shocked at witnessing. He assured them both that what they were about to see was totally consensual and loving. He explained that he and Carla had also gone through a period of diminished interest in sex recently; and found a new sort of activity to re-enhance their love life. He then set forth the rules about what Dan and Sara would witness. "You are to sit on the two folding chairs I have set out for you. No speaking or other utterances will be allowed. Just sit and watch. I will answer any questions you may have when we come back upstairs. Understood??" Jack asked his obviously confused and anxious guests. The visitors gave their assurances that they would be quiet and only watch. All 3 nodded their agreement. Jack led them down the stairs and then over to two folding chairs that he had set facing his throne and even with the "fuck-table." Dan and Sara were flabbergasted! The bright ceiling spotlight on the throne; the cross, and sawhorse contraption baffled them. A large long flat table covered with leather was to their right. And most of all, they focused on the tall woman hanging by her arms from a trapeze like bar. Both noticed how lovely ..... and how helpless, she appeared. They were puzzled why she was wearing a blind-fold. They both sat down with their mouths agape. Master walked over to Carla, and in a louder voice than normal, so Dan and Sara could hear, he spoke to his slave; "Why are you here tonight, slave?" She also spoke up with more volume than usual, and replied, "Master I am here to please you Sir, and give you pleasure through my submission. Do with me what you will." Jack then assured her that he would do just that; he would do whatever he wanted to do to her, for one hour. He then reached over and untied the laces to her garment; it easily pooled around her ankles as it fell from her now nude body. Dan looked on with lustful eyes, and he felt his cock spring to life. He would have a rock hard erection for the rest of the scene. Sara sat dumbfounded at the sight before her; her breathing quickened. Jack bent down and tossed the garment over to his throne chair, and attached her ankle cuffs to the U-bolts in the floor. This caused her legs to spread open and reveal clearly her shaved twat. Then he went over to the tool-bench. He carried over to his slave a pair of nipple clips and also his largest flogger. He attached the clips to her heaving tits, as she pretended to hate the pain that they were inflicting on her tender nubbins. While he was doing this, Sara reached over and took her husband's hand. She was becoming very frightened, but also very excited. Her pussy was getting very damp as she squirmed in her chair. Master then began to flog Carla's breasts, torso, and belly; lightly at first, and then gradually harder. The sound of the swishing leather tentacles was more impactful than the actual strikes upon her skin. "Stick out your pussy, you slut," he barked at his wincing, writhing sub. Dan and Sara sat mesmerized, and they recoiled slightly when they heard Jack's coarse and lewd language. This was his wife after all, they thought. They watched in amazement. A Loving Couple's Remedy Ch. 02 For the better part of an hour Jack flogged his wife, paddled her ass to a light crimson hue, while she was chained to the St. Andrew's Cross; and then she took a short painful ride on Li'l Pony. Throughout the scene Carla wailed, moaned and pleaded for his mercy and concern. She managed to cry many tears, which streaked her face, and ran down her tits and belly. Of course she wasn't really ever in as much discomfort as she pretended. This was all for show, for the couple that she couldn't see. Carla hoped she was giving them a believable performance. Jack also worked at being the stern purveyor of pain and control over his sex slave. Dan thought he would cum in his pants a couple of times as he watched the performance; he was awestruck. Sara now had a gushing vagina that seemed to feel as if it were on fire. She was incredibly turned-on. They held hands tightly. Master now determined that it was time for the scene to reach an impactful visual image for Dan and Sara. He removed the nipple clips from his obedient sub and tossed them over toward his throne, and harshly ordered Carla to bend over the edge of the fuck-table. She obeyed instantly, "Yes Sir!!" Master used the riding-crop on her ass for a few strokes and then intentionally sat it across the end of the fuck-table. Right next to Sara, who stared at it with a look of rapt curiosity. Sara could be heard sucking air between her teeth and moaning slightly as Jack dropped his pants and stepped up behind his submissive wife. "Now I am going to fuck you, bitch! I am going to treat you like the whore that you are. Your Master is going to fuck his slave HARD! ..... And .... You are NOT to cum!! Do not cum, slut!! Do you understand me?" She replied with pretended trepidation, "Yes Master, I will not cum; my orgasms always belong to you, Sir. I will only cum when you give permission." He lewdly smirked over at a totally amazed Sara; who couldn't believe what she just heard. Jack then took his stiff hunk of man-meat in his right hand and guided it forcefully into his slave's wet cunt. He fucked her! Fucked her hard and fast, as Carla groaned and cried. She tried to make the fucking look painful and not pleasurable to her at all. Actually, she was loving the feel of Jack's rigid pole as it pumped her gushing pussy. Master climaxed loudly, mewling and bucking his gratification to the entire room. As he slowly withdrew his steely sword from its fleshy sopping sheath, cum dripped off of his cock; and he could have sworn he saw Sara staring intently at his prick and lewdly licking her lips. Dan and his wife were spell-bound. Neither one of them had ever actually witnessed a couple fucking in their presence before. The smell, the sound, the sight almost caused both of the excited guests to climax. All this from just watching! They had never expected this kind of experience, when they walked the 5 blocks from their house to Jack and Carla's earlier in the evening. They weren't sure what they expected; but they never expected THIS!! Jack pulled his pants back up and then ordered his sub to kneel down before his throne. He knew that this would give Dan and Sara a clear look at his wife's freshly fucked pussy; an image he wanted the couple to carry with them when they left. Dan was so excited that he couldn't help touching his tented crotch as Carla knelt down with her reddened ass sticking up in the air. He observed semen running down the inside of both of her thighs. It was the sexiest sight he had ever seen. "Wait here, slut! Don't move until I get back!" the glowering Master growled to his sub. Then he walked over to his stunned guests and led them back upstairs. He knew that they were both so excited that they would probably forget to ask him any questions they may have had. As he led them to the front door, he thanked them for coming over; and deftly placed a small note into Dan's hand. Written on the paper were some bdsm websites; and some D/s video clip websites. It also had the address for Club Rendezvous, fifty miles up the Inter-State; and a brief description of what went on there (a place to go for more information, and a place to buy various D/s toys and devices.) Dan managed to splutter to Jack, "Tonight has been the most incredible, awesome, most unbelievable night of our lives. Thanks a million, Jack, for having us over; and thank Carla too. She was stupendous." Jack responded, "Yes my friend, I know that she is stupendous .... In oh so many ways. Good- night you two. I hope this has helped you guys." Dan and his wife practically ran home; they were both so damned turned-on! Along the way, Sara managed to ask, "How can that woman let her husband treat her like that? The whipping and spanking, not to mention the fucking against her will!" "I don't know," Dan answered as he walked briskly, "but my cock is so hard right now, that it hurts! Come on Honey, let's get home." Sara felt her pussy squish with each step; it was so wet. She could swear that she felt her pussy juices trickling down her legs. "Yes, Honey, let's get home!" she echoed. Both were crazed with lust at that moment. As soon as they entered their house and shut the front door, Sara and Dan began pulling each other's clothes off; not willing to even wait to get to their bedroom. "I am so fucking horny!" Dan croaked to his stripping wife. "If you don't hurry up and fuck me this minute, you bastard, I am going to go find a large dildo and fuck my pussy all night with it!" she growled back at him. They made it to their bed, and fucked like a couple of over-sexed rabbits for the next 4 hours. They had never been more turned on sexually in their lives. They both got very little sleep that night. Meanwhile, Jack and Carla had gone upstairs to shower and clean up after their delightful demonstration of their new lifestyle. Both were happy and contented. They both hoped they had helped the couple that watched them in their scene. "Tell me, honey, do I know either one of the people that were watching us tonight?" Jack assured her that she didn't know them, and probably never would. "I just hope we gave them something that will improve their marriage. When they left, they seemed to be pretty horny. I bet they are fucking like bunnies right now," Jack said. If only he knew; and if only they could know what changes they had initiated for Dan and Sara. Perhaps they would someday learn what they had set in motion for the couple. As for now, they cuddled and kissed, and drifted off to sleep, spooned together in their warm bed. They both slept well. Three weeks went by after the demonstration was given for Dan and Sara. During that time, Jack and Carla got ever more comfortable and skilled at the D/s lifestyle which they had adopted. One evening as they sat in the living room watching television, Jack asked Carla, out of the blue; "How would you like to go with me the next time I go over to Club Rendezvous?" She was caught off guard by the question. "Oh my! From what you have told me about that club, it sounds very raunchy and decadent. So, (she winked at him evilly) it could be fun, but I am afraid someone might recognize me there," she coyly responded. Jack told her that she really shouldn't worry. After all, it was over 50 miles away; and in his three visits there, he had never seen anyone he knew, or even recognized from their town. After a few minutes of silence and consideration, Carla turned to her handsome husband and said gleefully, "I would love to go with you to the club. When can we go?" Jack pondered her question for a moment and then said, "Saturday night would be good. They will be doing a slave auction, and I think you might find that interesting." Carla smiled her most dazzling smile and said with an evil smirk, "Yes, I wonder how much money I could be auctioned off for?" Jack was astounded at her remark. "Listen, woman ... you are not anywhere near ready for something like that. We would only be going there to watch, and maybe do a little shopping. THAT'S ALL!" When he realized that she had only been kidding he quietly said after they had gone back to watching the t v, "Besides ..... what makes you think anyone would want to bid for your skinny ass?" She looked at him with a wounded hurt look on her face, and then they both broke out in laughter. "Ha Ha ......Fucker!" she shot back at him. He then told her that if she were going to go to the club with him, they would need to present themselves as a Master/submissive couple. That meant that she would need to wear something slutty and revealing; and it would be better for her, if she wore a submissive's collar. She said that would be no problem, and the next day after work, she went shopping for something cheap and slutty to wear. She went to a pet supply store to find a small black collar also. When Saturday night rolled around, they left the house for the 50 mile drive to Club Rendezvous about 8 o'clock. Jack was wearing black shoes and socks, his black pants (which he always wore in the dungeon), a white t-shirt under his black leather vest completed his look. Carla looked very slutty in her 4 inch high black pumps, fishnet stockings and garter-belt, and a lovely new black with purple trimmed corset. Her breasts were almost squeezing out the top of her sexy new outfit. She also sported a new black leather collar around her small neck; a sign that she belonged to her Master. She looked trampy and gorgeous. She felt trampy and gorgeous also. Club Rendezvous was starting to get busy when they arrived. Carla had thought that the way she was dressed, she would stick out like an African Amazon Queen at a Ku Klux Klan rally. She was very mistaken. There were several women in attendance that were dressed very much like she was; some even more trampy and slutty looking. Some of the women were obviously subs, at the end of leashes held in their Master's hands and attached to their neck collar. When they went inside, a large well lit stage predominated the large room. Many small nightclub tables dotted the area in front of the stage. About 30 couples and several singles were seated and waiting for the auction to begin at 10 p.m. Much conversation was taking place in the large room, creating a din of noise mixing with loud techno-music that was piped through a sound system. Jack and Carla found a table near the back of the room and Jack ordered drinks. Carla was conscious of the several leering looks she was getting from the men sitting and walking around her. Indeed, they were appraising her slutty appearance lewdly and openly. She felt like she was on display. A few minutes after their drinks arrived, a striking 30'ish blond with short frizzy hair came on stage to begin the auction. Jack leaned over and explained to Carla that she was married to the owner of the club, and would supervise the auction. She was dressed very much like Carla; their appearance differed only in the fact that she had very large breasts, that nearly spilled out of her top. She also had a large tattoo on each of her bare shoulders. The blond welcomed everyone to the auction and urged everyone to take a seat or at least stop moving around. She introduced herself as Mistress Olivia, and then she explained the rules of the auction. She identified the charity that would receive half of all monies collected that evening, and urged bidders to keep "The Wounded Warrior Project" in mind when bidding . She also explained that there were special rooms behind the stage that were available for play, for two hours, when a "slave" was purchased. Jack leaned over and whispered to Carla that he had heard these rooms came furnished with much of the same equipment and devices that he had back home in the dungeon. Carla nodded her understanding. For the better part of the next hour, one at a time, several women ( and a couple of men) were paraded, strutted, and otherwise exhibited across the stage, to the raucous enthusiastic audience. One gorgeous mysterious looking brunette was "sold" for $750. She was very tall and had huge tits. When a winning bid was declared, the happy winner would go to the foot of the stage and collect their slave. The couple would be escorted back to the special rooms by a club employee. Their 2 hour play-time had started. Jack told his wife that the club kept 3 large beefy men back there to provide security and safety for the Masters and slaves. He had heard that sometimes people could get out of control with their playing. If someone did get out of line, they were permanently banned from Club Rendezvous. Because of that policy, they had, really, very few problems. When the final auction had been completed, many of those in attendance headed for the parking lot. No doubt many of the couples there had plans for what they might be doing in the privacy of their own homes. Club Rendezvous was a great place for couples to watch and learn more about the kinky world of bdsm. It was also a good place to shop for various accouterments associated with this world. Jack wanted to take advantage of this opportunity while he was there with Carla; he had something specific in mind to purchase. "Honey, let go see what kinds of things we could shop for in the "Novelties Shop," he suggested to his sexy wife. It was located in another part of the Club; on the opposite side of the plush lobby. Jack found exactly what he was looking for in the 'Dildoes and Vibrators' section. He had seen the large plug-in vibrator in several video clips online. When he pointed it out to Carla, she said she had also seen them in use online. It was a long, large vibrator that had a plastic black handle about a foot long. On the vibrating end was a large black vinyl ball that was somewhat oval in shape. It had 2 speeds, the package said. Carla told Jack that this device looked like it could be a lot of fun and when Jack saw how excited she was to having one as part of their D/s play; he took it to the counter and paid for it. On the way home Jack looked over at his smiling wife and said, "I have been wanting to buy one of these vibrators for weeks; I already know what we are going to call this little toy. It will be our "Orgazmatron," he proclaimed to his giggling sub. She heartily agreed to the nickname. "Oh yes, honey, I hope to have lots and lots of orgasms with this little....I mean, BIG beauty. The Orgazmatron sound deliciously perfect!" As their drive home continued, Carla talked excitedly about what she had seen and heard at the club earlier in the evening. Jack realized that she was actually turned-on by the events they had both witnessed. "Honey, some of the men in there were clearly looking at me like I was a piece of meat in a butcher shop." Jack gave her a mocked look of shock," NO!!?? he replied. "I hadn't noticed. Do you mean the guy with the horn-rimmed glasses 6 feet to your left, who kept licking his lips when he eyed you?? Or are you referring to the guy in front of you, who was always dropping his pen so that he could look at your legs??" They both laughed. Carla realized that her husband had been monitoring the attention she was receiving the entire time. In all truth, he was hoping she would get a lot of attention. He was proud to be seen at the club with his slave. She looked the part of a slutty, submissive sex slave perfectly. He was Very Proud!! When they got home, and got to bed; they made love twice. Well .....NO! ......They fucked like dogs in heat once. It was almost unimaginable how the activities at Club Rendezvous had aroused the animal side in Carla. Then after the hot, uninhibited fucking had taken care of their lustful passions, they quietly and lovingly made sweet love. Carla and Jack loved each other desperately, and the remarkable improvement in their relationship traced right back to when they became Master and slave only 3 short months ago. Life was good! Their sex life had improved by leaps and bounds (no pun intended). Jack and his sexy, naked wife slept in late the following morning. It was Sunday and they would both be busy most of the day; Carla with chores around the house; and Jack with some much neglected yard work. Carla had found that she did some of her deepest and most profound thinking, when she was busy; and today she would do a lot of thinking; mostly about her role as a submissive downstairs in the dungeon. She realized that she had changed her outlook on sex, over the past few weeks. When she considered what the state of her marriage had been, and what it was now; she had to admit that things were very much better. They were better for Jack, whom she loved beyond all description. They were better for her, as a wife, and as Jack's chosen partner for life. She smiled wistfully as she went about cleaning the house, making the bed, and giving the kitchen and bathroom a spotless appearance. Eventually, her thoughts about life, began to center around her new and exciting role as Jack's submissive sex slave. At first she had been very unsure of herself. She was afraid that this effort to rekindle the spark of their newlywed days might end in dismal failure. She had written her list of rules and boundaries for Jack to follow, in order to give herself some protection and security, as they delved into the scary, mysterious world of D/s. Now she wasn't so sure that the list was really necessary. She trusted her husband more than ever, when it came to the way he treated her; both upstairs, in the "vanilla" world; and also downstairs, where pain and pleasure lurked. Jack was a wonderful Master, she reasoned. She knew that even when he sounded gruff and cruel; deep down, he was only playing a role. She loved him for that. Carla trusted him implicitly. She realized that her Master was doing his job well; that is: stretching her skills and her attitudes about submission. Her pain tolerance, for example, was much stronger than she would ever have imagined a few weeks ago. Her ability, and willingness to give her Master pleasure, was a true reward for her; not the torture and terror that she had previously feared, at the beginning. Her trust in Jack was about to be unexpectedly tested! Around 2:30 in the afternoon, Jack came into the kitchen, after he had finished his outdoor chores. He washed his hands at the sink, and then grabbed a cold soda from the refrigerator. He sat down at the kitchen table to cool off and also watch his busy wife finish puttering around the kitchen. They chit- chatted for about 10 minutes, while he drank his soda, and cooled down from his exertions outside. He seemed to have something on his mind, Carla thought to herself. Abruptly, and without any warning, Jack stood up and said to Carla in a commanding voice, "I want you naked and kneeling before my throne in 5 minutes. Go prepare yourself!" Carla stared at him in shock! He had never before initiated a scene downstairs in the middle of the day before. They had always gone to the dungeon at night. She was confused! "Don't just stand there staring; GO!!" he barked to his startled wife. She instantly obeyed, and ran off to their bedroom. This was a new and different test for his wife, and Jack was anxious to see how she would handle it. While working outside, Jack had been doing some serious contemplation of his own. He decided to throw something new at his sub; besides .... He was still horny from their trip to Club Rendezvous the night before. Carla had learned to be punctual. In spite of only a 5 minute notice, she was naked and kneeling before her Master at his throne, just in time to avoid punishment. Master knew what he was going to do with her for the next little while. Carla had no idea, as she dutifully waited for his command to her. She anticipated that Master was going to spank or flog her ass, and then probably want a blow-job. She couldn't have been more wrong! A Loving Couple's Remedy Ch. 03 Eventually, they both calmed down and realized that; as ridiculous and unpleasant as it may be .......Carla had little choice but to protect her husband from jail, by sucking her neighbor's old, scrawny, cock, later that night. She sighed and resigned herself to that fate. Jack felt awful. He felt total guilt for putting his beautiful Carla in this position. She reassured Jack that they had BOTH been a part of the dungeon downstairs; and they would both suffer this indignity; BUT, that there would be no recrimination or blame by either of them. Carla also told Jack that she would perform her disgusting chore on the old fart, but that she just couldn't bear seeing him. So....they decided to resort to her wearing a blind-fold; just like they had done for the mystery couple, that watched their scene, weeks ago. Jack agreed and then phoned Hutton and told him to come over at 8:07. The actual sex act only took a few minutes. He had sat in the same folding-chair that Dan had used. His small semi-stiff pecker gave up its semen within a few short minutes after Carla began sucking and stroking the little used joy-stick. She swallowed his load and then immediately was led by Jack over to kneel at his throne. She never spoke to Hutton. When Jack escorted the satisfied old creep upstairs to the front door, he practically threw him out as he said, "We did our end of the deal. Don't EVER bother us again, you sick bastard!" Wendell turned and walked over to his house with a wide grin on his face. He knew that this would be the last blow-job he would ever get in life. His plan had worked perfectly. He was happy as he went inside his home. Meanwhile, back downstairs, Carla had removed the blind-fold and waited patiently for her Master to return. When he got back to his throne he urged his lovely sub to cuddle in his lap. "You did well, my pet. I know how awful it must have been for you. If it matters to you, it was hard for me to watch you suck him off. Thank You, slave! I think we have done enough here tonight, you may go upstairs and shower; I will be along shortly." "No Master! ....... Please.... Do you think maybe I deserve a reward for what I did with old man Hutton tonight?" Jack instantly responded, "Of course you deserve a reward! I just thought it could wait for a night. What reward would you like, my little sex slut?" he queried. "Oh Sir ......May I have 20 minutes with Jason?" she giggled. He smiled lovingly at her. In no time, Jack had her ready on the fuck-table for Jason's hard driving cock. Carla was giddy with lewd anticipation as Jack positioned the machine; and Jason, into her gaping sex-hole. He didn't give her 20 minutes, however. He watched his sexy wife ride Jason for 30 minutes; to 4 toe-curling orgasms. He was pleased with her. Jack took Carla out to her favorite restaurant for dinner the following evening. It was a small neighborhood place that served delicious Mexican food. She liked it there because it was fairly quiet and not hectic, the service was always first rate. After they had both placed their orders with an attractive waitress, Jack looked at his beaming wife and said, "I have been thinking about the reward you received last night after your disgusting chore with old man Hutton. I don't think it was enough of a reward for you." "Oh Jack! It was a wonderful reward; couldn't you tell that I adored it?" He told her that he could tell only after the fourth orgasm; and they both giggled. "How would you like a bigger reward?; something to show you how bad I feel about what you had to endure last night with the old pervert. Honey, how would you like to go back to Club Rendezvous on Friday night, and watch another auction?" Carla bubbled with excitement as she told him that she would LOVE to go back to the club, which was 50 miles away. He kissed her and said, "It's a date. Please dressing appropriately," he winked. Carla that meant dress like a slut and don't be inhibited. She told him not to worry; just as their food was served to them. When they got to the club on Friday night, it was still about an hour early for the slave auction to start. Carla was looking the part of a submissive sex slave in her black teddy, garter belt, fishnet stocking and black 4 inch CFM pumps. Her breasts were almost spilling out of her top, and begged for inspection by anyone nearby. Jack wore the traditional Master's garb of black from head to toe; his black leather vest glistened in the lights from the stage, as they found a small table. Quite unexpectedly, Jack spotted Dan and Sara as they entered the room. Both were dressed similarly to themselves. Jack wanted to talk to Dan, so he told his slave he would be around, and that while he was gone; if any men wanted to fondle her or talk to her, then it was okay with him. She felt a sudden rush of excitement in her moist pussy as her husband had just given her permission to be fondled and flirted with. "Yes Sir, I understand," she replied as she kept her eyes downcast, as a proper sub should do. Jack waved at Dan and signaled him to meet him out by the front door. When Dan got over by him, Jack spoke up, "Hey Man! Glad to see you two here tonight. I didn't know that you guys have taken to the D/s lifestyle so quickly." "Yeahhh" Dan responded," Sara loves being my sex slut. We don't have a basement, like you guys have; but I have fixed up a spare bedroom where we play out scenes. Thanks, Buddy, for helping us get started." They chatted about the club, and D/s in general for a few minutes. Dan told Jack that this was their second trip to Club Rendezvous; and that Sara loved coming here. Jack said he would call Dan in a few days; that he had an idea he wanted to run by his new-found friend, who was a Master to his wife, also. They certainly seemed to have much in common these days. When Jack meandered back to where he had left Carla, he noticed a man talking to her; and pulling his hand back from her boobs, as he spotted Jack's return. "So what have you been up to while I was gone, you naughty tart?" Carla shyly giggled and told Jack that 3 Masters had felt her up and had asked her if she was going to be up for auction later. They were disappointed when she had told them that she was only there to watch the festivities. She then noticed that Jack had stopped by the adult gift shop, since he was clutching a small plastic bag from the shop. "It's a surprise," was all he would say about the mystery purchase. Carla was curious about what could be in the bag. She figured that she would find out soon enough. Soon the lights dimmed in the seating area, and the stage lights were turned up, the auction was about to begin. Mistress Olivia was in charge on stage; just like she had been on their previous trip to the club. It took a little over an hour to auction off the six female slaves and the two men slaves. Both men went to overjoyed Dommes. (Women Dominants). One of these Mistresses was a large woman of about 45 years of age; with bleach-blonde hair. Mistress Olivia must have be familiar with her; as she called her by name- Mistress Alexis. As Mistress Alexis led a smallish, frightened male slave from the stage, most of the audience heard her snarl to the diminutive man, "Come with me ....WORM ....I have plans for using you tonight!" The audience roared with laughter. Mistress Olivia was a very good auctioneer. She announced over the microphone that she used, information to the bidders about each person being displayed. Sometimes she touched and fondled the slave, in order to get more excitement going in the audience. Sometimes she would slap their asses hard, or tug on their collars roughly. This drove the bidders wild, and upped their bids; which was what Mistress Olivia wanted to do. The charity which was benefiting from the proceeds that night was the USO for servicemen and women. Carla recalled that Olivia was the wife of the owner of Club Rendezvous; and she marveled at the skill that the Mistress had on stage. By the time the auction was concluded, Carla's pussy was a squishy mess. Pussy juice ran down the insides of her thighs; and she just KNEW that people around her could not help but smell her drenched twat. She had so much fun watching though, that she really didn't care. She was enthralled by the sheer "naughtiness" and underlying atmosphere of public sex. She had been turned on by the men who had blatantly fondled her tits and her ass, while Jack had been away, before the auction started. She was also turned on by the fact that her Master had been "finger-fucking" her sopping slit through most of the auction. Carla felt like a total whore; and she loved it. Jack noticed that several of the men, who were sitting around them during the auction, kept eyeing his sweet little slut. He was proud to be seen in public with his sexy wife. A germ of an idea was slowly growing in the back of his mind; the same idea he had briefly mentioned to Dan earlier. As they left the club and were walking to their car in the parking lot; Dan and Jack gave each other a subtle nod. Neither wife even noticed. Dan had not told Sara that Carla and Jack were there, and since Carla had been blind-folded when they were present for their "demonstration" a few weeks back, in their dungeon; she wouldn't know Dan and Sara, even if she literally bumped into them. When Jack and his wife got in the car, he turned to her and snarled, "slave, you stink like sex; are you that slutty that you can't control your own pussy?" Carla knew that he was kidding with her, and giggled coyly, "I am a wanton cheap slut, Sir. Are you going to take me home and fuck me silly?" After a few seconds of silence, Jack growled at her, "NO! ..........I am going to fuck you until you can't walk for two days. You, my little minx, are going to have a long night tonight!" His slave looked at him with a pretend pout," Oh Sir..........I hope so," she giggled with mocked fear; "I surely hope so." As it turned out; about half way home on the Interstate, Carla was still so turned on by the activities and people at the club; that she asked Jack to pull off into a rest area. When he did so, he thought she needed to use the restroom (well...she did..) But when she got back to the car, she gave him a first-class car "Hummer" right there in the parking lot. Jack had not received a blow-job in a car since his college days, many years ago. Jack shot his boiling load of spunk deep into her mouth, as he groaned in orgasmic delight. Some of his jizz dribbled down her chin, as she lifted her mouth off of his rigid man-pole. She looked up from his lap with a sense of expert accomplishment written on her face. "Take me home Sir. I need to be fucked. I need to be fucked hard." And she sat up in the passenger seat, and Jack began the drive home. As he continued his drive, he reached into the plastic bag which he had carried from the gift shop at the club. He handed Carla the packaged large pink dildo. "Put the batteries in this toy, and get warmed up. If I can get a blow-job in the front seat of a car, at my age; then you can masturbate with this lovely toy while you ride home. She smiled over at him; took the dildo and put in the batteries; and proceeded to have 3 hard orgasms before they pulled into their driveway. Due to a short business trip that Jack had to make for his job, they didn't have another scene downstairs until the following Friday night. Even though Carla had used her new vibrator almost every night, she was horny as hell. When she walked into the dungeon, her Master was seated on his throne. Usually, she knelt before him when she entered; but this evening, Jack told her to step directly under the spreader-bar. After he had attached her wrist cuffs to the bar, he pulled the straps on her garment, and it slid off of her lithe body effortlessly. Then he fastened her ankle cuffs to the U-bolts in the floor, which caused her legs to splay open. She looked on, with some apprehension, as Jack got nipple clamps and the large flogger from the tool-bench. When he placed the clamps on her tender chest pebbles, she felt a familiar jolt of pain through her nervous system. They HURT ........ so good!!; she told herself. She glanced down to notice her pinched nipples were extending lewdly from the clamps. Her Master flicked them with his fingers, and she winced in helpless pain and pleasure. For the next several minutes, Jack flogged the entire front side of her nude body. He began lightly swishing the foot-long leather tentacles from her knees, up to her pinched nipples; and then back to her knees, slowly. Each circuit up and down her writhing body became a little more intense. His dangling sex slave moaned out the sensations she was absorbing; as she writhed under the bar. Soon pink lines, and those "tell-tale" welts began to permeate across her naked torso. Despite the stinging leather straps slapping across her skin, Carla was loving it! Then her skilled Master changed the angle of his attack. He began a steady rotary vertical motion with his flogger, which brought the leather up under her throbbing sex-box. The spinning straps stung the insides of her thighs, her wet, exposed vulva, and occasionally they extended through the little "tunnel" between her legs, to reach the base of her ass crack. Her entire nervous system had now moved into "over-drive." Her pussy was on fire, with a stinging pleasure that she would never be able to describe, later. And then something truly remarkable, and surprising to both of them, occurred suddenly; she was seized by an overwhelming orgasm, which pulsated throughout her gushing pussy. Jack was as shocked as she was; she had never had an orgasm before, due to a flogger. At the same time that he was pleased with the result of his technique; he was angry that she had not asked his permission to cum. He knew instinctively, that he had to act the part of a stern Dominant, however. "How DARE you cum without my permission, BITCH?" he thundered to his now panic-stricken slave. Carla started to apologize; but knew better than to do that. He had, many times, forbidden her to tell him that she was sorry for whatever reason, while in the dungeon. All she could manage to tell him was a feeble, "Yes Sir, I was wrong not to ask; and now I deserve to be punished.... Master!" After a moment to calm himself, Jack responded, "And so you shall be, you thoughtless slut! So you shall be." With that said, he removed her ankle and wrist cuffs; and moved her over to the "Pony." Jack bound her up, as hell usually did, for her pony rides. Thin ropes bound her hands behind her back; while a thick rope encircled her upper chest and back, with 3 full loops. He left the nipple clamps, which were still biting into her slightly discolored nubbins. He then fastened the ends of the heavy rope to the electric winch located above the ominous appearing , saw-horse like, device. As his squirming slave was hoisted up above the leather capped pony, Jack informed his sub gravely, "You will not feel the vibrator under the pony, tonight, my pet. You only get the hard ride." She already had tears in her eyes, as she nodded her understanding, to what her Master had just told her. That response did not satisfy Jack. "Do you understand me, ...................... BITCH?" he growled. He wanted a verbal answer from her; not just a nod. "Yes Sir! I will only get the 'hard-ride' tonight," she choked out. As she responded, her clamped nipples howled to her brain, with wave after wave of excruciating pain. With that, her Master began a quarter of an hour ride for her. Every couple of minutes, he would use the electric winch to lower her onto the one inch wide "spine" of the Li'l Pony. This caused her pussy to widen, to meet the hard pressure of the leather-padded wood. The further her Master lowered her, the more pain she would feel. Then he would use the hand-held remote controller to slowly raise her back up above the pony; giving her a short respite from the ever-growing pain of the device. Then he lowered her down again, keeping her distressed quim split in a painful gape. When Jack was done using the pony to punish Carla, he untied her, and had her assume her "kneeling-up" position at his throne. She knew what was coming; or thought she did. He stepped in front of her and dropped his pants. "Suck my cock ....... Whore. This is your final task for our scene tonight," he intoned. "I hope you have learned your lesson, tonight, about stealing MY orgasms with your selfish cunt." Carla immediately went to work on his engorged, throbbing hunk of man-meat. She sucked and stroked his cock with wild enthusiasm. After all, she had come to really like giving head to her Master; which now included the act of swallowing his spunk; when he would jet spray his thick creamy load down her throat. She was even getting to where she liked the salty taste of his semen. Tonight, however, in his final gesture at punishment for his slave; just as he climaxed, with his cock inside her mouth; he abruptly pulled his spewing prick away. Then; just like in countless porn-clips on the internet, he shot rope after gooey rope of his sperm onto her face. One large glob pooled over her left eye, and another along the bridge of her nose. Some shot up into her hairline, and some found her open mouth. "Let that cum drool down your chin, slave!" he commanded, "Don't swallow it; let it ooze out of your mouth slowly." Within a minute or so, much of the sloppy, thick man-sauce, had dripped down onto her tits. His sub looked completely humiliated. Jack then told her that their scene was over for the night; and to not attempt to wipe the cum off of her face until she was in the shower upstairs. "You look beautiful like that, slut!" were his final words to her, as he gestured for her to leave. Carla smiled back at her Master, while her chin dripped globs of cum onto her chest, "Thank you Sir. Thank YOU!" Jack was alone now, and sat back on his throne with a deeply satisfied expression on his face. This scene had played out just like he had hoped. He wanted his sub to be humiliated, a bit, because that was a part of a D/s scene that he had not really subjected her to, up to now. But it was a necessary step, to prepare her fully for the idea that was blossoming in his mind. It was an idea that began at Club Rendezvous last week: An idea that he was about to explore with his golfing buddy, Dan. 'I need to call Dan tomorrow. We have things to discuss." He reminded himself. The next morning, after his usual Saturday morning run; Jack was cooling off on the back patio. He used his cell phone to call Dan, as he sipped a large glass of iced tea that Carla had poured for him, when he got home. Jack wanted to talk to Dan outside, as his busy wife worked in the kitchen. He didn't want her to hear any of the conversation. Jack reminded Dan that the next auction at Club Rendezvous was in two weeks. Then they both agreed that they wanted to send each of their wives up to the stage to be auctioned off separately. The plan, that they both agreed to, was that each would take the other's wife off of the stage as the winning bidder. Jack also told Dan that he would see to it that Carla went up for auction before Sara did; then they chatted about D/s topics for a few minutes; and then ended the conversation. The plan was set .........EXCEPT for 2 major little details. Both of the women would have to agree to be auctioned off as slaves, to the highest bidder. Their submissive service would last up to two hours, in one of the private rooms, in back of the stage. If either one of the women did not agree to be a willing participant in the auction, then the plan was off. Simple as that! The rest of the weekend was spent doing the usual "vanilla world" weekend activities. Jack and Carla had really perfected the situation of living in two totally different worlds. Downstairs in their home it was D/s time; dungeon time; a kinky place, to role play their socially less acceptable side of sex and marriage. Everything about their lives that was not occurring in the basement was normal or "vanilla" in appearance. Outside of Dan and Sara, and old man Hutton next door; NOBODY knew what went on downstairs. They had managed to keep their role playing a secret, from all of their family and friends. No one would ever guess that they had become devotees of the D/s lifestyle. If Carla agreed to be auctioned off at the club, they were opening their "secret" up to others. Is that a chance she would take? Jack wasn't so sure. He would find out soon. A Loving Couple's Remedy Ch. 03 Carla sat at her desk at Reliable Home Services on Monday morning, unable to deal with the small mountain of paperwork in front of her. She couldn't concentrate on her work because she found herself very conflicted. Her life had changed so much in the past few months. Her thoughts were on the issues in her personal life; which consumed her ability to think about the reports and other personnel problems,which she needed to attend to as "vice-president for employee relations", on the job. On the one hand, she had never been happier in her marriage. She and Jack had found a way to improve their relationship, by delving into the D/s world. She loved her husband more now, than ever. Both were contented soul-mates, and their friends and associates had noticed. They truly seemed so happy together. Recently, several of them had even made comments to Carla and Jack, about how relaxed and comfortable they were these last few weeks. But on the other hand, she was frightened and apprehensive about how she had changed, in terms of her sexuality. She recalled an article in a magazine, which told of psychology studies which show that most women hit their "sexual peak" in their early 30's. Since she was now in her early 30's, did this help explain her willingness to be submissive to her Master, when they role played. She was doing things now which she NEVER would have dreamed of doing 5 months ago. She allowed herself to submit to what other people would consider to be torture or abuse. Most women would never allow themselves to be flogged, paddled, or spanked, the way she was being used by Jack. Most women would never understand how Carla ALLOWED these things to be done to her by Jack. She also found it hard to believe that she now allowed ...... NO! She relished the fact; .... Dammit ..... She absolutely LOVED the fact ..... That she was swallowing semen, allowing strange men to paw at her, and let a machine fuck her to multiple orgasms. She even liked it when her Master sprayed her face with his hot, sticky cum. She was also considering another change to her list of "boundaries" that she had established, many weeks back. Maybe THAT was the moral issue for her, as she contemplated her situation. Subconsciously, she had been thinking about that damned YOSHI dildo; and what its' significance was. That is what was bothering her, these past few days. 'Funny how the human subconscious works!' she thought to herself. Her consideration on the subject of anal sex , was deep and profound for her. Carla had always been repulsed by the idea of a penis going IN a place that was used for things going OUT! She sat at her desk, and thought long and hard. A full hour went by, as she pondered the question about Yoshi. Use him, or don't use him. Was she ready to try anal sex? What did the melting away of her previously stated "boundaries" mean for her, as a woman, and wife. Finally, in a need to decide something, so she could get back to work; she made her decision. One thing about the way Carla managed problems; once she made up her mind; then THAT was IT!! She would have a surprise for Jack during their next scene in the dungeon. Just as she had hoped, Jack phoned her at work that very afternoon. He asked how her day was going; the usual couple small talk. Then he lowered his voice, so that anyone walking near him wouldn't overhear, "Come to my throne, naked at 7:46. I have a surprise for you tonight." Carla giggled to herself as she hung up the phone, "And I have a surprise for YOU .......Master ..... as well.' At exactly 7:46 Jack's slave knelt before him, as he admired her beauty from his throne. He knew that most men his age would give their left nut to have such a gorgeous, sexy woman. He silently counted his lucky stars. "I see you are on time, slave. Is that some stubble I see atop your pussy?" Carla looked down at herself with trepidation, "Master, I have forgotten to shave myself down there for 2 days. I'm s .......(she caught herself in mid-word) I should have remembered." Jack flared at her! "Tits against the cross ...... slut! You will be punished for your forgetfulness!" She quickly stepped to the St. Andrews Cross, as her Master went over to the tool-bench, to gather cuffs and a wide-surfaced paddle. Her wrist cuffs were attached to the short chains at the top of the cross members; her ankles attached at the bottom beams; spreading her legs wide apart. Then Jack leaned the top of the movable cross-beams over 20 degrees, to slant toward the back wall of the basement. "Your ass will now pay the price of your punishment, Bitch! Count each blow as I go along. If you lose count; I will start over. Do you understand me, CUNT??" (Jack was really into his role playing tonight! He had no intention of hurting Carla; he just wanted to scare her a bit, and redden her ass-cheeks.) Carla quivered at her Master's rebuke, and choked out, "Yes Sir. I understand; and will count each blow." The paddle he was using looked almost exactly like a "ping-pong" paddle. This one was a bit larger and thicker than the game paddles were, but essentially looked the same. As usual, he started out with light strikes to her ass; when she had counted the first 5 blows, they began to get stronger. As she got to number 10, her voice began to labor, and her breathing grew ragged. Tears were streaming down her cheeks at 15; and her ass had turned a deep pink color. Five more pops on her heated bottom and she was a sobbing, twisting, nude sub, who had taken her punishment like a pro. Jack was pleased with her; and with himself. He hadn't really hit her ass hard at all; the sounds of the blows, made them seem worse than they actually were. Carla felt like her ass was on fire, though. Her nerve endings tingled and shot a steady current of pain to her fog-shrouded brain. "Now my surprise for you, my pet," Jack whispered in her ear. She looked to her side, to see him holding a small bottle, which contained a liquid. "I got this at the gift-shop at the club, the last time we were there. It's a special ointment; specifically made for reddened asses. It is also very beneficial for the skin after a good flogging. Mistress Olivia assured me that it will heal welts, and soothe away pain very effectively. It is said to be very fast-acting. He then poured a small amount of the white liquid in his right palm; and began rubbing it into her right ass-cheek. After a minute or so, he used the same procedure on her left cheek. Sure enough; as he continued to massage her ass, the fire seemed to almost disappear. "Sir, I can feel the difference already. My bottom doesn't sting half as much as it did a minute ago," she enthused. After he freed her limbs from the cross, he instructed her to kneel down before his throne. Carla instantly obeyed. After admiring her up-turned posterior, as she knelt; he intoned, "You took your punishment very well, my pet; ....very well indeed. Just make sure, from now on, that you don't FORGET your proper grooming, when it comes to shaving." After a couple of minutes of silence, while Jack gazed in worshipful admiration at Carla's glistening long hair, she spoke meekly. "Master .......... If you will permit me ........ I have a surprise for you tonight; one that I think you will like. All I need in order to give you this surprise is ...... that you will grant me a request?" Her Master was taken aback by what she had said. "Such impertinence from a submissive slave!! But your audacity intrigues me, slut! What is your request? I make no promises that I will grant this request, however." "Sir, as you surely recall; I made a list of rules, when we began coming to the dungeon several weeks ago. My boundaries were clear and concise. However, in the meantime; as you also recall, I amended a rule along the way. (Jack nodded ruefully) Master I wish to make another change in my list. Tonight, with your permission; I would like to use Yoshi." "My little beauty, what does Yoshi have to do with your list of rules? I don't und .......(Then Jack's memory kicked into his consciousness) Wait a minute! Do you mean to say? ........I remember now .... on the box-cover it said that Yoshi 'was well suited for anal sex'. Slave, ........ are you saying you want to try anal sex.......with Yoshi???" Carla smiled up at her Master, the bright light shimmered on her tender facial features, her eyes sparkled, "Master, I was wrong about my feelings when I listed not cumming in my mouth; on my list of boundaries, back when we started this. Maybe I am also wrong about anal sex. I won't know unless I try it. I have thought a very great deal about it, ever since you put the fuck-machine down here; and I met Yoshi. So, ........ that's exactly what I am saying. I want to try to do this for you, Sir." Jack didn't know how to react. He asked her if she was sure. He knew how much she had always loathed anal sex. He asked her why she had changed her attitude; but more importantly, he asked her again if she was SURE. His sub told him that she was positive. She was willing to try this new sex act, and wanted to please him. She knew that Jack had always wanted to have anal sex with her; and if things worked out with Yoshi, then it should work for Jack too. Jack smiled broadly at his slave. "Okay, my dear; but I will help you." And he led her over to the fuck-table. " Get up on all fours. Put your ass toward the machine." He instructed. "I don't think we should just let Yoshi attach to the machine's arm and begin pumping your ass, my pet. I have read several stories on the internet about how to best introduce someone to anal penetration. If you will trust me; I will start you out with my hand, and then use Yoshi in my hand; not the machine .....Okay???" "Of course I trust you Master! Your plan sounds good to me.......just...please be gentle.....Please" Jack knew from his reading about anal scenes that the keys to getting a woman to accept anal sex successfully were: 1) go very, very slowly; and 2) use lube! Use a lot of lube! For the next several minutes, he used his lubed finger to gently explore around Carla's rear little "rosebud". It was only natural that she kept it clamped shut. He used a combination of saliva and lube to get the tiny ring to relax. He used his tongue and his index finger to gently wend its' way into her warm rectum. Carla softly moaned as the digit wormed its' way past her flexed ring of muscle. It took Jack a few more minutes, and more lube, to get his finger embedded all the way into her ass. He constantly asked Carla how she was doing. Was she okay? Eventually, her ass-hole accepted the new intrusion; and she was able to ask that he try using the Yoshi dildo. Jack was being very careful. He absolutely didn't want to spoil this chance, to have his beloved sub accept this attempt at her backdoor hole. He poured a copious amount of lube onto her twitching puckered hole. Then he lubed Yoshi, as he held the dildo in his hand. Slowly .......Very slowly ......he pressed the tip of the rubbery cock against her constricted sphincter. A little pressure......a little more......and the tip finally eased home. When the cock-head was inside her ass only an inch; Jack stopped, and gave her time to relax around the glistening shaft. Then, slowly, Jack pressed Yoshi into her bowels to its' hilt. Carla groaned. "You okay,Honey?" Jack asked his slave. "Yes, just hold it there for a minute and let me breathe." She took several deep breaths, and concentrated on relaxing her anal O-ring; then she told Jack to go ahead. Jack pulled Yoshi almost all the way out of her back passage; then paused; then slowly slid the slickened dildo back inside her warm hole. For the next few minutes, Jack slowly pumped Yoshi in and out of her gaping sex-hole. Sometimes, he added more lube, which seemed to aid with the slow process. Carla was doing a great job, with her ass in the air. She seemed to be rocking her ass slightly to the slow stroking that Jack was using. Finally, Jack asked his sub if she thought she was ready for Yoshi to go on the fuck-machine. Carla gamely responded, "Let's try it. I think it will be okay. You are doing great back there, Sir! Thank You" Her Master smiled at her, even though she wasn't looking at him, "Thank YOU, my pet.....You are the one who is doing great!" After Yoshi was firmly attached to the end of the mechanical arm, Jack had to carefully position the rubber phallus into her still well lubed rectum. Finally, after some moving of the machine, Yoshi, and Carla's sweet ass; everything was lined up. Jack poured a final dollop of lube where it was needed and then told Carla, "Hold on; I am going to turn the machine arm on. Let me know if something goes wrong." "Oh ......You bet I will," replied the slave with the up-turned ass. Jack set the speed on the slowest cycle he could. It was a VERY SLOW pace. He pressed the button and Yoshi slowly disappeared up into her ass. Then a second or two later, it re-emerged. Eventually, after several minutes, Yoshi and Carla had a nice easy rhythm going. She actually seemed to be enjoying the ass fucking, that she was getting from the stock-broker (Well, his rubberized copy....anyway) from Tokyo. Jack instructed his slave to reach down with one hand and finger her clit. She hadn't thought of doing THAT; but when she did it, she shivered with lust. This really felt good, she thought. As Jack watched her for any signs of discomfort; he recognized that she was actually starting to get a bit turned-on. So, he upped the speed of the machine a little more. He was mildly shocked when his sub was starting to actually move her ass, and fuck back on Yoshi. She was having a pretty good time of things, it appeared. Jack was very pleased. Then .......the best of all possible worlds happened. As she flicked her clit with her finger-tip, she felt like she was going to cum. "Master....Sir.....I think I am going to cum....May I cum Sir?......... Please....Please Sir....May I have your cum??" Without any hesitation, Jack barked, "Yes, slut.....Yes....You may cum....cum for me now!!" And he turned the speed a bit higher. This new pace pushed her over the edge, Ughhhh....AHHHHHH.....I'm Cumming Sir......I am FUCKING cummmmiiinggg!! And she climaxed hard; as she flexed her sphincter muscle around the now slowing Yoshi dildo. A few minutes later, she was upstairs in the shower. Her ass was still having small aftershocks of erotic sensation, while she showered the lube from her body. Jack was still downstairs tidying up the dungeon, after he had sent her on her way with a huge kiss and a beaming smile. "You did well tonight, slave. You never cease to amaze me, my dear." He had said. She climbed into bed while Jack was still in the shower. She pulled a small bottle of lube from the night-stand next to her side of the bed. When he finally got under the covers with her, he spooned himself against her backside. "I love you; you really surprised me tonight. I love you so much," he whispered into his wife's ear. Carla knew what he had wanted for a long time....Now, she wanted the same thing from him ......She reached back and handed him the bottle of lube. "I love you too, Jack. I have always loved you. Now use this, and make love to my ass!" For the next half hour or so, he did just THAT! The next morning when Jack ambled down to the kitchen, his lovely wife was already there, making coffee. They both needed to be at their jobs in a little over an hour. Carla hugged and kissed him cheerily; she was in a very perky mood, he observed. Apparently, she must have enjoyed her first foray into anal love. As she set his full steaming cup of coffee on the table in front of him, she piped up with a saucy tone, "My Hiney is a little sore this morning, Honey; but I had a wonderful time with you last night." And she gave him a flirty wink. Jack replied that he had had a wonderful time, too. Then he said in a more serious tone, "Carla, honey, I think we need to have a serious discussion. There is something that I have been thinking about; and after last night ..........well ......... I think you are ready to give my proposal some consideration. Jack went on to review with his lovely submissive all the wonderful changes that she had gone through over the past few months. "Look at you, Honey! Your whole outlook on sex, and your acceptance of the D/s role playing, has been awesome. You have come so far, in such a short time. I am very proud to have you as my wife." Then he kissed her tenderly. "Thank you, Babe," she replied. "You have changed me so much; I owe it all to you." "Sorry to disagree with you, my love, but I haven't changed you at all. I have merely helped bring to the surface the real YOU ...... the woman who has been bottled up inside, all this time. What you see now, and feel now, is the REAL YOU." Carla thought about what he had just stated, and after a moment of silent reflection, she nodded her agreement. "I love you, Baby, for helping me find my true self, these past weeks. Thank you my love." And she kissed him tenderly. "Now ....... What about this proposal of yours? What have you been thinking about?" she asked. "Okay honey ...... before I tell you my proposal; I want you to know that I don't want, or expect, an answer from you today. I want you to think about it for a couple of days, and be quite sure of your answer .....Okay??" Carla promised him that she would take her time and think about her response carefully. So Jack spent a few minutes explaining that he felt it was time to ask her if she would consider going to the next auction at Club Rendezvous, and letting her Master put her up for auction. She would be one of the slaves sold to the highest bidder; and then have to serve that Master for up to 2 hours. Carla gulped, "Oh my God, Jack! You really want me to do that? I'm not sure if I could. How would you feel about me; after I have served another Master?" He said to her, after her initial reaction, that this is why she needs some time to think it over carefully; but he added, "I saw how turned-on you were at the last auction. I think the idea of being sold like a slave arouses you, Honey. I also feel that you are more than ready to try something different." "Oh, and there is something else to the proposal. If you do decide that you want to be sold at auction; then I assume it will be okay with you if I bid for a slave there also." This thought hit Carla like a thunderbolt. It was one thing for her to submit to another man ..... a stranger. It was quite another thing, to know that her beloved husband would be Dominant with another woman; at the same time. WOW!! What choices! What a monumental decision needed to be made. "Just take a couple of days to think it over; we have plenty of time to decide. It's YOUR DECISION!!" Jack concluded. For the next two days, Carla thought about the pro's and con's, of them participating in the next club auction. What her decision finally came down to was; apparently, that Jack was okay with her being sold at auction. This was HIS idea. And after all, he had watched her suck old man Hutton off, a while back. He had not gone berserk when those other Masters had felt her up and fondled her, when they were at the club last time. But what really confirmed her decision were two things: It was true, the auctions turned her on. Her pussy didn't lie! Each time she had witnessed the auction, rivulets of pussy juice ran down the inside of her legs; she was so aroused. Secondly, she trusted Jack, and loved him beyond all measure. She knew that whatever happened at the next auction; they would both still, and always, love each other. This was not an issue about jealousy. On Friday, during dinner at her favorite restaurant, she whispered to Jack, "I have made my decision, Honey!" He stared back at her skeptically, "Are you sure, my love?" She leaned close to him and kissed him softly, "What should your slut wear to the club next week? She is going to be auctioned off to the highest bidder; and that someone, WON'T be you, my darling. Their eyes held for a long, long moment; both pairs of eyes tearing up. He smiled at her reassuringly. Then the magic spell was broken, when the waitress arrived with their food.