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A Submissive's Revenge Ch. 01

By: Krystal0690



~ Past Mars ~

I pulled against the ropes around my wrists; the strands had begun cutting into me. I lay face down on a bed, my face buried into a pillow. I tried to move my legs. If I could pull them together, perhaps I could ward off the cock about to be forced into my rectum. My feet were ties firmly to the footboard posts. I was defenseless against the inevitable.

I had only one final hope. Still muffled by the pillow, I shouted, "Mars."

It got no response. My male assailant began to thrust his cock roughly into me. He slapped me resoundingly across my ass. "Lift up your hips or this is going to hurt even worse." The impact burned my right cheek.

I couldn't help myself. I began to whimper, "Mars. Please, I'm saying Mars."

He didn't stop pushing into me, instead three fingers crammed into my pussy. "This should help. Now lift up your fucking hips."

I was angry. I was being violated and humiliated, yet I had no other choice, I lifted my hips and felt his erection move to its full length inside me. This time I screamed, "Mars, for fuck sake, Mars. Mars. Mars." I was despite to make it stop.

"I can't hear you, bitch. If you want to act like a slut, you have to expect to be treated like one."

"Please, you don't have to do this. Not like this." I couldn't help myself. I began to cry. I was sobbing and begging.

Then I started to cum, a strong one. I stopped my sniveling and began to gasp. His fingers worked away inside my vagina and I felt a shiver overtake me.

"I am a slut. I've fucked other men. I deserve this. Don't stop, Greg."

"You worthless tramp. I knew you were screwing around. Take it." He grabbed my buttocks with both hands on either side and rammed with all of his weight against me. 

I could feel him shoot his spunk into my rectum, which felt raw for the intrusion. He pulled out and I could feel traces of his semen still flowing from his cock dribbling on my crack.

"OK, you've gotten what you wanted. All of it. Mars."

"Sorry, Mindy, you still need to pay." I could hear him go out of the room and then return seconds later. A flash of bright light and I knew I was being photographed with his goo streaming down my ass, another picture for his sick private collection, no doubt. Then came the strap across my back. It nearly took the wind out of me. Ten sharp whips with the narrow leather flails. Each was painful and was inflicted with enough force to leave a painful mark that would for be visible days.

I was angry and fought to control my temper. Bad things happened when I couldn't. It was no use. I began to cum once more. My climax was obvious and I knew it would only lead to farther punishment. Another five stokes across my back for my insolence. At last, I was untied.

"Fuck it, Greg. I said the safe word. If you aren't going to go by it, I how can trust you?" My face flushed with anger but I willed my voice to remain clam.

Greg's face presented me with a black stare. "Don't be such a baby, Mindy. You know you wouldn't enjoy it, if I wasn't pushing you past your limits." He kissed me as I sat up next to him.

"I was forced," I said. "You could have hurt me." I wanted him to understand that we had to draw a line somewhere.

"A husband can't force his own wife. Not in this state." His smile seemed cruel and condescending. 

"Maybe not legally, but being forced against my will, is still morally force."

He laughed, the bastard actually laughed at me. "And you can't get off without it."

That was true, at least mostly. "Mars" was our agreed safety word. A single syllable that was discernibly different for any sex talk we'd likely have. He was supposed to stop without question whenever I said it. Greg had wantonly dishonored our agreement for his own gratification. I was now at his mercy on our weekend sub/dom sex romps, performing on a high wire without a net.

At that moment, I silently vowed to take revenge and punish him for his violations of my trust. I'd always be an enthusiastic submissive in our relationship but he was becoming increasing domineering and savage. I knew I had to take back some form of control before this got farther out of hand.

I'd always been the compliant participant in my relationship with Greg. He was the first man to recognize it in me. I'd had sexual encounters with other men before we met, but none ever satisfactory. I began to wonder if I might be frigid. Then Greg, on our forth date tied my arms behind my back and forced me to suck him off in our first sexual encounter. 

It sounded bizarre, since I knew nothing of the B&D scene, but that was the very first time I was able to cum. A revelation of the missing piece of my sexual needs. His sperm shot into my mouth and as I helplessly swallowed, I came in a blast I didn't believe existed. From then on, I was his to do with as he pleased. I gave myself, body and soul, to his demanding tyranny.

I've been willingly and eagerly bound, whipped, and spanked many times. The domination was like a drug, exactly like a drug. The more I got, the more I wanted and the more it took to get me to the same level of arousal as the previous time.

Six month ago, I lay completely naked bound onto an inclined plywood board in a portion of the basement Greg has converted into a simulated dungeon for our more advanced dominance play sessions. The walls were painted black and dozens of candles provided the only illumination in the chamber. A ring mounted onto the cinderblock that I'd been securely chained to many times for hours on end, remained unused. The flicker of the candles gave the room an eerily macabre yet romantic look.

Greg took one of the candles and held it over me. A single droplet of wax fell onto my breasts. I winced at the hot touch of the paraffin. More drips landed on me and a splatter of small burning drops kissed my tender flesh. A red ring surrounded each drip as it landed. With the candle was inverted so that the flame consumed the shaft more rapidly, a steady stream of red wax rained down upon me. I yelped as a cascade of molten liquid poured over my helpless torso. When one candle was finished, Greg grabbed another and repeated the process.

The small silver rings that went through my pierced nipples became splattered with wax. Greg pulled at each blue captive bead on upper curvature each of the hoop. My areolas became sensitive from the stimulation and I cried out with a familiar mix of pain and exhalation. 

The candles were different colors and slowly a rainbow mound of warm wax built across my chest and belly. I watched as my navel filled with the blue candle paraffin and slowly cooled. The pain subsided when I became used to the melted liquid stings and a cover of hardened wax began to protect my sensitive skin.

When only three candles were left to light the dungeon, Greg carefully pried the built up wax off me. A near perfect form of my upper body formed and he placed it on a shelf mounted on the wall. I hoped he'd fuck me now. I was melting with my own desires, but he had more plans for my suffering.

Greg held a large round white candle, that he worked it into my vagina. It hurt going in since the bottom was flat with edges and I tried to move away. I knew such behavior might rate a slap across my thighs, but I couldn't help myself.

Eventually, the candle was inserted inside me to about three quarters of its length. My heart beat faster when I realized what he had next in mind. I heard a match strike and smelled the scent of sulfur. He lit the wick and fire danced near my clit. 

"I'll blow out the flame...as soon as I cum," he announced.

"Please stop, this is getting dangerous."

"Oh, are you going to use your safe word to get out of this and prove what a scared little girl you are? Maybe your rather play with dolls than fuck." 

Greg had ways of intimidating me into not using our safe word. I'd be shamed for days on end if I did. 

"Well, what are you waiting for? You'd better get started with your blowjob, unless you want your cunt scorched."

He placed his cock near my mouth. I moved my head up to begin sucking it. He teased me by pulling it away. Then he laughed and ran it over my lips. Once again, I opened my mouth, only to have it moved out of my restrained grasp. I had to beg to suck the son of a bitch's penis. My vagina was beginning to feel the heat of the candle's flame.

By the time he blew his load in my mouth and assured I'd swallowed every drop, I could feel the flame starting to heat my clitoris. He blew it out with a single puff and I came in a blinding blast moaning in a high pitch girlish voice that said how much I loved my experience.

I was released from the board, only to be chained to the ring on the wall. Greg fucked me with his cock, a rubber dildo and a thinner candle for two more hours. I could feel my clitoris tingle against the surgical steel ring held within its piercing. I was always aware of its presence, originally inserted as constant reminder of my acceptance of my servitude, as my clit began to swell in anticipation; the ring added a devastating sensual stimulation.

I came and came again like a shameless nympho. By the time my arm and leg manacles had been unlocked, I was filthy from laying on a floor mat covering the bare concrete, but too satisfied to feel the mortification I should have.

~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 1 of 3 ~ ~ ~

A Submissive's Revenge Ch. 02



~ Escalation ~

You would think that I'd have a deep-seated anger toward my husband for the treatments I'd experienced. That impression would be wrong. During the week, we were a regular couple, married for many years. Greg is a wonder loving husband. We have "normal" sexual relations (whatever that is) during the week, but I had never once achieved orgasm under those circumstances. The only way I could get off was to be subjugated, humiliated and forced. Almost from the beginning of our arrangement, I blamed myself for anything that may have gone too far and chided myself when I was too afraid I hadn't gone far enough.

We continued with our candle play off and on for a couple more months with additions and variations, but for me it soon went from an evening of multiple phenomenal climaxes, to a couple of enjoyable ones, down to a single moan midway thru. Once again, the sex drug was losing its effect. I needed a fix of something more powerful, daring and dangerous. Greg promised me a fix that would take me to new heights. 

Our dungeon play was always strictly limited to Fridays and Saturdays and on a cool Saturday evening in February, I was once again chained to the wall, this time standing. My feet were bare, but I wore a mid-length dress that had lots of sheer fabric. It reminded me of my high school graduation gown. I was blindfolded and my feet were beginning to hurt since I'd been restrained in a standing position for over an hour, awaiting my fate.

From upstairs, I heard Greg's footsteps across the hardwood. Then a creek of the floorboards told me he was in the front foyer. I listened as the front door opened with a familiar squeak of its hinges, I heard him speak in a muffled voice, and then other voices became audible. Male voices. I counted the different ones. Two. Three. There were at least three other men at our front door. Even more surprising, I heard a woman's voice.

"She's downstairs in the basement. She's been waiting for it," Greg said in a deliberate volume that assured I could hear. "The slut's all yours."

My heart began to race. I knew what was about to happen. My mind wrestled with whether I wanted it to happen. I'd never been disloyal to Greg. I'd never looked at another man since we'd been together. Did I really want this to happen? I turn it over and over in my mind as the door opened and I heard footsteps on the wooden stairway. I could see the light from upstairs around the corners of my blindfold. 

"Mmmm, you weren't kidding, she's pretty." A male hand stroked my face and sandy blond hair. It felt rough, the hands of someone who used them for a living. Greg's hands are large and strong, but not as calloused and chapped. He began to grope my breasts. 

I could feel a tingle at my pussy, growing in intensity. My mind still vexed by this state of affairs, but my libido had gone ahead, as it often did, and decided it wanted whatever could be melded out that night. A trickle of my juice ran down my leg and beaded at my ankle. Please, don't let them see this, I though still desirous of some form of dignity. 

"Well, looky there. She's running like a cheap faucet," I heard the woman's voice say. As bad as it felt to have the men notice, it seemed far worse to have the woman discover my lack of control. "She wants you boys."

I heard a click and felt a sudden glowing warmth. Even through my eye covers, I could see the stark concentration of a flood light focused on me. Around the edges of my blindfold I stared into a harsh blear of white light. Savagely the blindfold was pulled away. I could see nothing else but the light. With my aching eyes blinded, I looked away. From the side, I could vaguely make out figures standing there, observing me.

"I'm not sure about this." My voice wavered. I detected four men other than Greg and a woman. I wished I could have held a hand over my eyes, but they were tightly constrained by the wrist cuffs.

"Don't you even think of saying the word. You're going to put out to every one of our guests. Show some manners." Greg's voice was harsh and loud. "You've always wanted this, haven't you? You think about fucking other men every time I have sex with you."

"No. I don't. I've only wanted to please you." I was scared and confused.

"Admit it. You're a slut. Say it, skank." Greg said it inches away from my ear.

"All right. I have fanaticized. I've wondered what it would be like."

The man with the rough hands stood in front of me. I could almost see his face. His head partially obscured the searing light. "Tonight, Mindy, you're going to find out." His coarse hands tore away at my dress. The dress was ripped apart and torn from my body. Moments later, I was naked before all the guests in the dungeon, my dress reduced to rags at my feet.

"I want to get her warmed up," I heard the woman say. I felt her hands run over me. She was dressed in leather, black with rows of silver pointed studs on her vest. She had on a short leather skirt and high-heeled boots. I felt the sting of the tip of a riding crop. It cracked as it made contact with the flesh of my breasts. I winced and yipped.

More stings from the crop registered across my body at random places. Each time there was a definitive crack and a telltale mark remained. At last, she stopped and kissed me. I'm never had a lesbian encounter prior to that, although I had wondered what one would be like.

I'd pictured an intimate moment exploring ach others soft bodies and tender caresses leading to exaltation of exploring her vagina and tasting her unique nectars. Yet, there I was on display for five leering men, observing and transforming it into spectacle.

She flicked the ring thru my clit a few times, while laughing at me and I came. No, came wasn't the right word. I exploded. I lost all control. I squealed and breathed ferociously. I heard the men laugh, but I didn't care that they'd seem me pop. I kept going on and on in an extended frenzy. Unembarrassed, I was more naked that I'd been in my entire life. Everything was exposed, body, mind and soul. I lacked the will to hold anything back.

My eyes had grown accustomed to the harsh light and I saw more of the men surrounding me as I slowly recovered my senses. The men were mostly naked, their cocks rigid and waiting to have at me. They were not handsome men. They were rugged almost to the point of being brutish in appearance. All were larger than Greg, who was a big muscular male in his own right. Greg was nearly a head taller than me and these other males were several inches above him. Two of them had middle-aged guts, but all had thick powerful arms. I guessed they might have been dock or even oil field workers. 

Only Greg remained completely clothed. He pulled a jingling key ring from his pocket and unlocked my manacles. He looked accusingly into my eyes. "You wanted this. You always do. Don't think you can get out of it now." I was pushed onto the mat on the floor.

"Please, I'm not sure I can do this." It wouldn't have been so intimidating had it not been a motley pitiless crowd, but I wanted to run. The word Mars formed on my lips.

Greg seized my mouth and in a forbidding glower said, "No, you fucking bitch. Don't even think of it. You're getting what you need and deserve."

He released my face and said to the crowd, "This is the only way this freak can get herself off. Have at her."

With that, I felt a cock jammed into my cunt. Hands grasp at my nipples and I shrieked at what was happening to me. Maybe I had been a willing participant or unable to resist up to that point. It had become forced upon me and I had no choice but to endure the forthcoming onslaught.

Greg stood over me as I squatted being taken doggy style, my knees bent to my chest, as an unnamed man thrust himself into me. Greg began to take pictures with his cell phone. Greg walked around me snapping away as another cock was pushed between my lips. He focused in on my face as tears began to roll down my cheeks.

I wasn't sure, but I believed Greg had been trading pictures of my sexual degradation with other men who subjected their partners to similar treatments. I despised the idea, but accepted it as a part of my servitude. 

Then the worst of it came. I climaxed again. I screamed at the top pf my lungs. Mindless I yelled, "Harder, pump it harder." I was a co-conspirator in my own being forced.

I felt the first assailant ejaculate inside me. At least he'd worn a condom. He withdrew without a hint of compassion and pulled off the rubber. His junk was deposited into a bowl on the floor. "Lick it up, slut. Every drop. All for you."

I glared at him standing there as someone else's cock was inserted into me. His face was taught and remorseless. His foot was placed on top of my head and I was pushed toward the bowl. I lapped at the warm jizz and drank it in a few gulps.

My arms and leg were filthy from the dust and grim on the floor. Black soot splotches covered some of the red riding crop marks on the rest of my body. I came once more in yet another powerful wave. I hated myself for doing it. I should have fought back, I should have say no. My need to feel the inevitable surge of my next orgasm prevented me from doing it.

For the next two hours, I was gang banged repeatedly. When the last male was finished, the first was ready to go again and freely took me. I came with each of them, in some cases twice. They left exhausted and drained. I could have gone for more. I wanted more. I pleaded for more, but they were done with me. It would be a full week before I'd be able to cum again. I knew that by Monday, I'd stop despising myself and begin to crave the action, like I was undergoing withdrawal from a powerful drug, the orgasm, the most powerful of all drugs.

Greg didn't provide my fix that next weekend. Instead, he incorporated my enforced cuckolding of him into his dominance routine. Again and again, I was reminded how I'd fucked other men and plead for it. In truth, I wanted that, I wanted that high badly. I knew he'd withhold it until he was ready.

It wasn't until I'd broken down and actually called out our safe word only to have him ignore me, that I realized I was an addict and he my enabler.

~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 2 of 3 ~ ~ ~



A Submissive's Revenge Ch. 03



~ The Gloves Come Off ~

I made my move at the gym on Saturday afternoon. Ordinarily, I wore a tee shirt and stretch pants to cover my usual bruises from a Friday evening's shellacking. This time I wore a sleeveless leotard and shorts. I went to work out on a Stairmaster as I waited for an acquaintance from work named Tyrrell to make an appearance.

I knew he'd be there. We often saw each other doing our workouts on Saturdays. Tyrrell was there most of the time on weekends. I knew from office conversations that he was a powerlifter on his free time. Sure enough, I spied him in the weight room through the glass partition. His boyfriend, Denton, was bench spotting him as he dead lifted 350 pounds. I didn't know Denton well, but they made a cute couple.

At last, he finished up and waved at me. I motioned him to chat with me. His smile was always friendly and charming. He and his partner walked toward me. "Mindy, it's so nice to see you."

As he grew closed, he stopped and looked at the marks across my back, a series lateral of pink welts. One thing I knew about Tyrrell was that he wasn't one to let something like this go unmentioned.

"What happened to you? It looks like you have a very rough evening."

Tyrrell and I had never gotten too personal, at least on my end. Somehow, I knew that he and Denton were fellow aficionados of the masochism scene, although I'd never previously mention my devotion to him.

"It's was just Greg pushing me past my limits."

"Oh, I had no idea you two were into that. Still, it seems a bit harsh. All those are from just last night?" Tyrrell grimaced at Denton, who nodded uncomfortably.

"I'm afraid so. Our play can get a bit rough, but last night Greg refused to stop when I said our safety word. He said I needed to be pushed past my point of reluctance."

Tyrrell gasped. However, Denton became even more agitated. His ginger coloring flushed to a bright red and his face clenched into a tight coil. "No! Tell me he didn't. The safety word is sacred. You never defy the safety word, ever. No." His voice was gravelly and loud enough that other people working out nearby could hear him. With his auburn hair, immense musculature and angry expression, no one dared stare our way. He slammed his right fist into the weight lifting glove covering his left hand and the sound reverberated across the gym.

Tyrrell's usual smile had faded to a scowl. He wasn't as buffed as his friend was, but still Tyrrell was impressively chiseled. His skin was very dark and his hair done in tight cornrows going to the back of his head. He signaled Denton to calm down. "He's right. We switch in our roles all the time, but you can't defile the submissive if they say 'no'. It's a terrible transgression." He looked away and thought. "You should leave him. He's a monster."

"No, he's a good husband, but things have gone out of control." I described some of my basement dungeon intimidation and force incidents. The two looked on in horror, just as I'd hoped. When I finished my sordid tale, I said, "I still love him but I need to make him understand."

"Perhaps we can convince him to play nicely." The rage had not abated in Denton's eyes. Tyrrell crossed his muscled arms and nodded in agreement. Together the three of us conspired for them to join Greg and me that night.

~ ~ ~

Greg had been pressuring me lately to bring a black man into one of our scenarios. "I'd love to see you cucking me with some BBC. Maybe he'd have me hold you down and make me watch while he pounds away at your adulterous pussy," was how he put it. I was given a choice of him finding someone or me selecting a dominating black male. My window of forestalling had been swiftly drawing to a close. 

Greg's eyes bulged when I showed him a picture of Tyrrell, who I only said I'd met at the gym. He was even more excited when he saw Denton's photo and heard that Tyrrell had insisted on including him as a part of my subjugation for the evening. 

When Greg greeted them at the door and saw the two in the flesh, a devilish grin swept over his face. As much as Greg towers over me, they both towered over him. I appeared in a flimsy full-length nightgown I knew would soon me torn off me. All three men leered hungrily at me.

"Just to make sure, you're both willing partners in everything we're going to be doing tonight?" asked Denton in a gruff growl. 

Greg looked them over and his eyes lingered on the bulges in the crotch of each man's tight nylon shorts. I could tell he was already thinking of having both men's hard-ons entering me at once. "Yes, we're all in for whatever may come along." 

Tyrrell took a step forward. "And the lady, she buys into it, too? She's got to speak for herself on this." His voice was stern and decisive. I'd never heard him talk that way before, he was usually very friendly and accommodating.

Greg gave me that look of his that said; Don't even think of backing out now.

I hesitated for dramatic effect and looked hesitatingly at the two massive males, "All right I go along. Greg you're sure you want this?"

"Never more sure in my life."

I was led into our bedroom. All three men pulled off their cloths and both Greg and I gasp at the size of Denton and Tyrrell's packages. Erect each man was very over eight inches and thick as a half dollar. There was clearly no steroid usage in the physical makeup of either man.

If past experience meant anything, my nightgown would be torn off, my hands and feet secured to the bed with the remnants and I'd be subjected to their incursions for hours. That wasn't what happened at all.

Instead, Greg was picked up by Denton and placed faced down on the edge of the bed. Greg's head was held down by one powerful hand, while Tyrrell lubricated his asshole. Greg began to struggle, but was helpless to ward off the activity taking place. "This isn't how this was supposed to go down. What the fuck?"

"We're both gay, dude. We're gonna be pounding your hot little ass all fucking night long. Remember, you said you were up for whatever comes along. We're cumming in you, bitch."

Tyrrell's cock was long and thick, with rows of muscular ridges running the length of his shaft. It almost seemed as if his penis worked out on a daily basis, too. My eyes grew as I watched Tyrrell run the entire length of his cock into my husband's anus in a single well-placed thrust. My lips went dry and I licked them as the black male rammed away inside my hubby.

Greg's leg flailed helplessly. "No, I didn't mean this to happen. It was supposed to be..."

"Yeah, Mindy's ass and cunt taking it. Well, you're the slut tonight. It's inevitable, so relax and enjoy. You agreed to it." Denton planted a firm kiss onto Greg's mouth.

"Mars," shouted Greg at the top of his lungs.

I slid onto the bed and looked my husband in the eyes. "Sorry, that isn't their safety word. They have no idea what you're talking about." Greg winced as each ridge of the knob being driven into him passed his puckering sphincter.

"Please, I didn't want to be fucked. Mars. Mars." Greg's face tightened in mortification, yet his ass was accommodating the invasion when he began rocking back and forth for more stimulation.

In one single motion, Tyrrell lifted Greg up from the bed and cradled him in his meaty arms, while his cock remained planted inside Greg's rectum. "That's not with your prick's telling everyone."

Greg's penis was fully erect and already dribbling precum from its tip. His face was red with embarrassment. I snapped several pictures with my cell phone.

"You're bisexual, aren't you, baby?" My tone was insistent. 

"Admit it, man. You're into it. I could tell the minute I walked in the house, you're been fucked in the ass lots of time," Tyrrell said as Greg continued to bounce on the man's erection.

At first, he said nothing. I could see he was embarrassed. Denton took Greg's erection into his mouth and began to suck it. It moved between his lips rapidly and Greg started to moan. His secret was out.

"Alright, I've bottomed before. I've topped, too. Before we met, I had a few experiences."

"There's nothing wrong with experimenting, baby." I squeezed his hand and began to believe his firm exterior wall of concealment was beginning to crumble. I felt closer to him than ever before, but he still had to pay for his cruel violations.

Tyrrell began to pump faster and his eyes rolled back. He grunted loudly and then relaxed. "That was a whole weeks' worth of jizz I just shot into your ass." He pulled out of Greg's rear and slid off his condom, the translucent end filling with milky white glop. "All for you, bitch."

With the rubber held to Greg's mouth, its contents were poured into his reluctant oral cavity. 

"Drink it all down, just like you made me do with a bunch of complete strangers." If Greg had though I was about to show mercy, he was sorely mistaken. 

With Devon pinching his cheeks between his thumb and index finger, Greg began to ingest the spunk. I listened with delight as I heard him swallow. He made a scrunched up face that said he was tasting bitter medicine.

"I can see you're going to be trouble. I'm going to have to tie you up with something for what I want," announced Devon. He looked at me and I peeled off my lingerie and handed to him. His eyes traveled the length of my naked body. I felt even more naked under his visage. 

"Hey, I appreciate a fine female form. I can't believe this douche didn't treat you like the goddess you are."

My nightie was ripped apart and Greg's hand and feet bound with the tattered strips. "I sucked your cock, now you suck mine," Devon demanded in a no nonsense tone.

Greg was trembling as he obeyed and ingested a rock hard penis. 

"One tooth mark and I'll pull your ass over my knee and give you a spanking that will send you into next week."

Greg continued to shake but did as told. He worked more and more of the cock into his pie hole and started making slurping sounds. Silvia dribbled from the corners of his mouth.

"Mmmm, you're doing a decent job. Now lick my balls. I'm going to save my load for later." Devon lay back and was obviously enjoying the attention.

Greg ran his tongue across the man's hairy nutsack and then up the shaft, flick at the top of the penis with the tip of his tongue, before working his way back down to start all over again. I recorded the event with several more cell phone photos. They could go into my own private collection or be used as barter for the destruction of Greg's photos of me. During the entire time, despite his apparent humiliation, Greg remained fully erect.

My husband's ass was sticking up in the air as he worked over Devon's manly package. The timing was ideal. I'd just finished lubricating a nine-inch dildo and used the opportunity to jam in hard into his bunghole. He howled at the unexpected intrusion. I slapped his ass firmly. "Take it you little slut. Show me how much you want it."

Without breaking time of his cock licking duties, he began to thrust his ass in a rhythmic movement to match my attack. It was then that I realized I was more aroused than ever before. My cunt buzzed and felt like it was on fire. The harder I pumped the fake phallus into him, the closer I moved toward my peak. My clitty swelled against its pierced stainless-steel hoop.

Tyrrell saw the look on my face and said, "Go on. Give into it. You're finally getting you due."

One more deep thrust into Greg's ass pussy and I hit a tsunami of pure unrelenting frenzy. The entire room seemed to go dark for a second. I experienced what the French call "La petite mort", the little death. I grabbed onto Greg's hips to steady myself. For an instance, everything went dim. I didn't realize I'd been screaming out a stream of verbal obscenities for a full minute without once repeating myself.

I sat on the floor resting and watching as my husband continued to lick away at another man's erection that was now smearing precum over his face. When I had the strength, I stood and said, "Are you sorry for what you've been doing to me? Do you understand now what it's like?"

Greg's eyes testified to his honest shame when he was allowed to speak. "Yes, I was wrong. I went too far. I had no right to do those things to you." He began to grovel at our feet. I could tell he'd been taught a lesson he'd never forget.

"From now on Saturday's will be the day I am the dominate one in our fucking sessions. Friday's are yours, but remember, I now know I get off way more abusing you than by being subjugated and a truly angry wife is not something you'll ever want to experience again in your lifetime." I used my foot to press his head toward the floor for emphasis. He babbled his complete agreement to our new understanding.

Greg was untied and continued to express his contrition and acceptance of the change of our relationship.

"To show you that there are no hard feeling, there's going to be one more sex act this evening," I pronounced. Once again, Greg was placed on his knees on the edge of the bed. This time I took the same position next to him. 

Devon's cock was swiftly guided into Greg's asshole at the same time as Devon drove his schlong into mine. The two bodybuilders began to plunge away at us pillar-to-post. My hips kept time with the motions of Tyrrell and Greg matched Devon's reciprocating actions.

"You get your wish to see me fucked by a black guy." I grabbed Greg's hand and held it tightly. He ejaculated onto the sheets and his chest, in a gooey mess. His submission would serve as an acceptable first payment of his debt of repentance, but he was on a long road toward total forgiveness.

In a near synchronized performance, both men came into our asses at nearly the same instance. I could feel the pulsation of Tyrrell releasing the remainder of his evening's cum into me and I came hard as a result.

Greg's face registered his own pleasure of being the receptacle of a load of cream. Then and there, I decided I wanted to see him fucked by a black man, too. I began making plans for next Saturday and wondered where I could find a few willing tops for his willing bottom.

Our guests soon dressed and thanked us for, "A very enlightening evening," as Tyrrell put it.

However, Devon summed up the night best when he said, "There are two things we all need to remember. First is that if Tyrrell and I ever decide to marry, there is no fucking way we would ever serve pizza at our wedding. The second is that when a woman says no to you..."

Tyrrell loudly cleared his throat and shot Devon a punitive look.

"Sorry. When your partner says no to you, it fucking well means no."

~ The End ~