1 comments/ 4554 views/ 4 favorites After the Garden By: WilmingtonBound91 Here is the sequel to "The Garden Part1 and 2". Please contact me with any positive criticism that you have. I have no illusions that everyone will enjoy the story. However, I will take any constructive criticism that will help me continue to write my stories. I hope you enjoy! *********************************************** It is barley dawn outside and Nicolai is back already. When Nicolai left last night, Blake took me to bed and I have not risen since. That was barely 7 hours ago. My body still feels tender from all of yesterday's activities. I am slowly waking at the end of their conversation, trying to glimpse what might be in store for me, and I don't much like what I hear. "Are you sure about this Nicolai?" "Look, you hired me. You want her compliant, today is how that happens. If you have any hesitation, back out now, Blake." "It's not hesitation, Nicolai. It's jealousy. I want to do it, but I know I would cave. So, I'll watch from the camera." "What camera?" I ask sleepily. "What's going on?" Both men turn to me. "How long have you been awake?" Nicolai asks suspiciously, a hardness glaring in his eyes. "I....I....I just woke up." I stutter out. I am rapidly blinking since my vision hasn't fully cleared from sleep yet. "Riggghhhttt." Nicolai drawls. "Well you should have let us know you were awake when you woke up, instead of trying to eavesdrop. See Blake, this is what today is about. In the presence of Masters, she is still disrespectful. Anabel, you will respond to each of my question with "No, Sir", or "Yes, Sir". If you lie, you will receive 10 spanks with the belt for each lie, and trust me, you won't like it. Understand?" "Yes." I reply, sighing and rolling my eyes. Too late I realized my mistake. Nicolai was in front of the bed in one stride, grabbing my face in one hand and bending to eye level with me. "Yes! Yes, Sir! I'm sorry." I sputter out quickly. "That's more like it." He says, standing up slowly. He walks to the end of the bed, staring at me. "Now, remember, I want the truth. And if you lie, I will know." "Yes, Sir." I say, ducking my head. "See Blake, she's learning already." I cut my eyes over to Blake. He's standing there staring at me, lust fully emblazoned on his features. "Now! Anabel. Do you love your husband?" "Yes, Sir" "How many men were you with before him?" "2, Sir." "Did they please you sexually?" "No, Sir" "That's 10 lashes for the lie." "But it's not a lie!" I yelled out. "I didn't ask for excuses! And it is a lie, even if it's a partial lie! Now that will be 5 more lashes for the outburst and you will tell the truth or it will be another 10 lashes!" "It was a mistake! He didn't even know I liked it at first." "Tell your husband." Sheepishly, I turn in the bed to face Blake. "It was the last boyfriend I had before you. We were fighting. He said I was impossible to please. I was yelling at him. He grabbed my shoulders and slammed me against the wall. I was so aroused at his use of force that I kissed him, hard. We ended up in bed. He was very rough with me, telling me not to speak, that he would take his pleasure from me. I was confused because it turned me on. He forced me to all fours and pounded me mercilessly, pulling my hair and smacking my ass. He used my hair to ride me like a bitch in heat, called me a nasty slut, and....." "And what, Anabel. Tell him!" Nicolai roared "And I loved it, OK!" Heat blazed in my face, embarrassment taking over, I fold my knees to my chest and hide my face. "Now..." Nicolai quietly states. "Do you see?" Nicolai asks Blake, gesturing to me. She needs this, she is just too embarrassed to say that she likes and needs it. "Leave her with me for the day, and she will be liberated by days end." Silence fills the room. My own heartbeat thunders in my chest as I try to calm down. "Fine." I hear Blake say. He begin to walk away but Nicolai stops him. "I want you to be here for the rest of the questions." I inwardly groan at the thought of having to answer anything else. "Anabel..." Nicolai begins. "You have already said you love Blake. Do you love me?" "Hell no! I mean, no, Sir!" I quickly correct. Nicolai smirks at my statement. "Then why in the last two days were you able to respond to me better than you ever have for him?" Nicolai asks, pointing a finger at Blake. "I don't know, Sir" "Five lashes. Only because I think you have an idea, but, you are unclear on why. So try again." He says, placing his hands on the bed. "Power. I say quietly. There is power in your voice. Blake has it too, he just rarely ever uses it." "Good! And you need that, don't you? That's why you do so many things to infuriate him, in hopes that he will use that power?" "Yes, Sir." I say, burying my face again. "She needs this Blake, and she need to know you can give her what she needs. So! Change of plans. We will do this together. You have to show her that you can give her the power she craves." Suddenly, I feel the bed dip and the covers are yanked away from me. I scramble to cover my naked body. "Stop!" Blake says, forceful and yet quiet. I put my hands on the bed, knees still to my chest, eyes cast down. A finger lifts my head and I look directly into Blake's eyes. "No more hiding." "No more hiding, Sir." I say, slowly nodding my head. He swiftly kisses me, using his lips to convey what I already knew, that he loves me. He wraps one arm around my waist and guides me out of the bed. Still wrapped up in kissing him, I never saw Nicolai move. Unexpectedly, I feel cold leather on my wrist and my right arm is pulled over my head. When I break the kiss to look up and what is going on, Blake raises my other arm and locks my other hand into the opposite cuff. Before I can protest, the links connecting the cuffs are placed onto a hook in the ceiling. "Where in the hell did that come from?" I wonder to myself. Slowly my gaze filters back to the men in front of me. "What are you doing?" I quietly ask. "It's not for you to ask questions, slut. I want you to think about this while Blake and I go downstairs. First, the next time you speak to either one of us, you will refer to us as Master Blake or Master Nicolai. Second, you are nothing but a vessel for us to use how we see fit, holes to pump cum into. Oh don't look so worried slut, you will get your pleasure too. But I'm a bit of a sadistic bastard, I like to watch you suffer a bit first." Nicolai laughs at my expression. "Come on, Blake. She needs some time alone I think." The men both exit the room, leaving me standing in the middle of the floor, arms high above my head. After panicking for several moments after they leave, I calm down and relax into my position. "This is what you wanted isn't it?" I ask myself. "You want to be forced, commanded. You want to feel their power rush over you, knowing you will do whatever you can to please them." I had never thought about it before. Never thought about how I really feel. Master Nicolai's questions have helped me to understand that I am at my best when I am under the command of a Master. "You can do this!" I think to myself. I can see the clock on the wall and realize that 30 minutes have passed. My arms are beginning to get tired and my shoulders ache. I can hear footsteps coming up the stairs. "Are you ready, Slut?" Nicolai asks from the doorway. "Yes, Sir." I respond, head lowered. "Look at me Anabel." Slowly I lift my head, eyes meeting his. "I expect obedience, but my goal is not to break you. Be proud of your body. Look at your Masters, do not hide yourself, body, or mind every again. You want to say something, say it. Unless of course I command you not to." He says with a devilish smile. "Now, let's get your punishment over with so that we can move on to the finer things. Its twenty lashes I believe." Nicolai remarks as he begins removing his belt. Blake stands in the doorway, removing his as well. "Please, I'm sorry. I don't need them. I won't lie anymore. I understand my feelings now. I know that I need this. Please don't." I stumble over all of this as they advance on me. "You need this. You want this. Submit." I whip my head around. This cannot be Blake talking. His voice is so...melodic, calming, deep, and demanding, all at the same time. I can feel my juices begin to flow. I need what he is offering. "You lied. You need correction and we are here to give it to you. Do you submit to us Anabel? Will you let us break you free?" Two simple words is all it will take. I can let them teach me, show me, punish me...."Yes, Sir!" I can see Blake's cock visibly jump in his trousers. I smile, blush creeping over my cheeks, and lower my head. "That makes it a total of 22 lashes. I warned you not to hide yourself." Nicolai says. Quickly, I snap my head up, my breathing quickening. Blake walks to me and blindfolds me. By not being able to see, I am heavily relying on my sense of sound to get me through this. The carpet in the room muffles the sound of their feet, making it nearly dreadfully difficult to figure out where either of them are. "Ahhh!" I scream. A belt has landed on my lower ass cheek and shocked me. "Count!" Nicolai commands. "I will deliver the first 11, and Blake the last 11, understand?" "Yes, Sir." "Good." SMACK, SMACK, SMACK "Two, three, four, Sir!" I stumble out, trying to keep up. Suddenly, I feel hands rubbing and caressing my ass, tracing the lines that the belt have made. Although the sting is a shock at first, it gives way to a deep warmth that settles in my core. My cunt has begun to drip its juice, coating my pussy lips. As soon as the hands are gone, SMACK, SAMCK. "Five, six, Sir!" This pattern continues on until I reach 11 strikes of the belt. I sag against my bonds when I feel Blake step up behind me. I know that it is Blake because his aftershave is pungent and filters through the haze in my brain. "Master Blake?" "Yes." He replies, his voice husky and deep. "I'm ready to receive my punishment." I say breathily. "Oh my sweet....you will be. You took that spanking very nicely, just like Nicolai said you would. So, I think we should up the ante....just a bit." "What do you have in mind Blake?" Nicolai asks. "I think she needs a bit of pleasure with her pain." Blake responds. They must be communicating silently because I don't hear anything more. The next thing I know, I can feel both men pressed against me. A mouth bites and sucks my nipples into eraser sized peaks while stroking my hips and thighs. A mouth is on my neck, licking, sucking, and biting the column of my neck and shoulder. I moan, helpless to do anything else. My cunt is a faucet now. My juices have begun to drip and smear onto my thighs. My clit is aching for attention, demanding that one of the mouths on me travel lower. My holes are convulsing, begging to be filled. Suddenly, I feel a pinch on both nipples. Pressure that is more than a mouth is pulling down on my tits. However, in my haze, I feel no pain, only pleasure. "We just clamped your nips. And now, now Nicolai is about to place a Butterfly right over that clit. It will buzz away as I give you the last 11 strokes and you are not to cum. Do you understand me slut? You are NOT to cum!" "Yes, Sir." I reply. I feel Nicolai begin to peal open my pussy lips. "Good god Blake! She dripping cunt juice everywhere. I knew she needed a firm hand but....she is really turned on." "Good! That will make her punishment all that more hard. Now strap the butterfly on." I can feel the cool gel of the butterfly press onto my clit and swiftly come to life. "Ahhhh!" I half moan and yell. I twist in my bonds, but all that does is tweak the chain attached to my nipples and pulls them as well. I still my body and try to calm down. However, the constant vibration of the butterfly has me perpetually on edge. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK "Oh fuck!" I yell. "That will be another 2 smacks Slut. We told you to count. That makes a total of 13. " Nicolai comments from the sidelines. "Yes, Sir. That was three, Sir." SMACK, SMACK, SMACK "Four, five, six, Sir" I can barely concentrate. The hum of the Butterfly is strumming through my body, the clamps are a welcome pain to keep the pleasure of the vibrations away. Without my sight, I am lost in my own brain. Caught in a constant battle between straining not to cum and remembering to count all of the strikes of the belt. "TEN, ELEVEN, TWELVE, SIR!" I am losing the battle. I try to squeeze my legs to relieve the pressure but it just presses the Butterfly harder into my clit. I am sweating profusely from the strain of not cumming, my head is swimming, and the only thing I can hear is loud noise in my ears. I know that the last smack is on its way. I can hold out just a moment longer. Simultaneously, the smack comes, the clamps are removed, and the Butterfly is turned off. "Thirteen, thirteen, thirteen....." I continue to say. I whisper it like a mantra in my head. I sag in my bonds, no longer having the energy to stand. Strong arms support me from behind while someone unties me from the ceiling. My bonds come loose and I sag into the person behind me. "I've got you. Just hold on." It's Blake's voice in my ear. "Master...please...." "Shhhh. It's ok sweetie. I know just what you need." He lays me down on the bed, legs hanging over the side. My nipples throb from the clamps being removed, I have cunt juice dripped down my legs to my knees, and my ass is on fire. Abruptly, my knees are placed on Blake's shoulders and he dives into my pussy face first. He attaches him mouth to my clit and sucks deeply. "SHIT, SHIT, SHIT! NO! Please stop. I can't hold back anymore." "It's alright." Nicolai says. "You can let go now. Cum for Master Blake." I am so ready to hear that. I fist my hands in Blake's hair and scream as my orgasm hits me like a freight train. I scream and scream and scream until I black out. The last thing I remember is Blake grinning like a Cheshire cat, face covered with my juice. After The Garden Party "But how long will we stay?" I asked, as my beautiful wife parallel parked her sleek, black 2000 Camaro into a space right in front of Susan our hostess' house. Christine loved the car, a gift from me two Christmases ago, made memorable because my princess had been so thrilled she let me sleep with her for the first time in several years (and the last time since then). "Not that long, honey...I know you hate these afternoon parties, but Susan is counting on me..." Christine looked at me imploringly, batting her eyelashes. "You promised I could watch the Dolphins play Minnesota if I cleaned the house..." I was whining. Smiling, she traced her magenta fingernail across my crotch area. Immediately my penis swelled within my jeans. Oh, God, she looked so good, too, in a pink summerdress with a very low cleavage. I wasn't often allowed to see my lovely wife in the nude, so I was easily aroused by her brief dresses and bikinis... The night before, during "milking hour" she'd worn a hot pink tube top that I think she stole from my niece. "Big Boy, you're pulsing..." Christine tossed back her long blond hair and squeezed the bulge in my Levis. "Lot more room in there, huh? Someone likes traveling around without his cage." She unzipped me and my cock jumped out of the opening with a will of its own. Turning off the ignition, Christine put her hand on my member, wrapping fingers and thumb around the base, and began pulling gently. "If you're a good boy..." Pushing her hair back again, my Princess leaned into my neck and began giving me a hickey, which I interrupted my tilting up her chin and plunging my tongue in her mouth. We necked, and she stroked my burgeoning cock, occasionally tickling the tip with her long nails... My penis turned to near-granite in her soft white hand... her fingers wandered up and down my shaft, gradually getting faster, and I felt that familiar surging from my testicles..So close...would this be my first orgasm in nineteen days? Christine referred to my periods between orgasm in a matter of months or weeks such as "You didn't fix the sink, another week in the belt" but I counted by the days...Her tongue felt so good exploring my mouth, "tonsil hockey, we called it in middle school. God, she's not let me kiss her this way since...Suddenly the stroking stopped, and she pulled back. "Let me cum, PLEASE..."I mumbled into her cheek. She slapped my cock lightly. "Put that away, what's wrong with us." Christine tried to look severe, but you could hear the giggle in her tone. She folded her hands primly and watched me stuff my straining erection back into my bluejeans. Seeing my dejected face, Christine whispered in my ear "I let you go out without the cage, didn't I? If you're a good boy at the party, you might get a special treat later on...I feel like getting laid!" She flicked her tongue in my mouth once, and got out of the car. I watched her cute little butt twitch as she walked into the Aldrich's back yard, greeting Susan's husband with a too-friendly kiss. Was she sleeping with HIM, too? What was the last special "treat"? A year ago, after we'd arrived home from an awards ceremony in which I was honored for designing the cardiac ward where I was chief surgeon, Christine had stripped me of tuxedo and chastity belt. She'd cuffed me hand and foot and laid me on the living room floor, where she brought me to a thundering orgasm by slowly rubbing my cock into the Oriental rug. Sixty-six days celibate, I'd not been due to come for another month for leaving the lawn mower in the rain, and it'd been a wonderful surprise. I still remembed her looking indulgently down at me in her glittery party dress with that Mona Lisa smile as I squirted all over her stockinged toes... it was her way of telling me she was proud of me! "Margo, this is Dr. John Sidwell, and his wife Christine." Susan introduced us to another woman, and her husband... we all looked at the fountain by her garden.I tried to make pleasant conversation, but all I could think about was my "treat" later on... Though I'd introduced Christine to femdom and tease/denial games more than a decade ago, sometimes I missed having regular sex with her. I especially suckling her large, succulent breasts, usually forbidden me, except of course for the night she'd gotten a $65, 000 car! "Honey, I'm going inside to the bathroom." Christine turned and looked at me, and leaning over, she whispered in my ear. "Don't you play with my little dingie in there, or you'll have that cage on with no relief for the next six months. Two minutes! I'm timing you." She patted my butt warningly as I headed for the "loo". I sat on the toilet, pants down, and began tentatively fingering my member. Damn! My fingers weren't as soft and skilled as my Princess' but it had been a while since I'd had had release. At least thirty-seven days...no, thirty-eight, and last time I'd come she'd made me rub my cock on the leg of my grandmother's mahogany secretary. I could...no, she promised me a treat, possibly she'd have sex with me! I heard a knock on the door. "Number two in there?" came Christine's lilting tone. "Otherwise you should be out here, entertaining us with your sparkling wit." The rest of the party was leaden for me. A few of the women were quite pretty, none so much as my Princess, and every time I shook hands or hugged one of them, my wee-wee tingled. A few of the guys asked me if I wanted to come into the den to watch the pregame show, but I stayed close to my Princess. Susan eyed me strangely, and I realized I was playing "pocket-pool" rubbing my dick through my Armani pants. I kept whispering "Can we go?" into Christines ear, and she looked at me quizzically...telling me with her blue-gray eyes to bide my time. Once she flicked my crotch with a long nail, and I almost collapsed on Susan Aldrich's floor. My next two requests to use the rest room were cruelly denied. Finally, she made her good-byes with her now inarticulate doctor husband. I tottered out of her car finally, and attempted to make my way into the house. Christine stopped me, and gave me a big, warm hug...pressing her boobs into my chest, she looked up into my eyes. "Was...I good?" I asked disbelievingly. "Do you..really want to..." I didn't want to seem too hopeful. Christine smiled, and pushed back her hair. "Baby, you know I never lie...but we have to do it my way! Let's go inside." I looked at my watch as we went in. Only three p.m.! We had hours... All right, Big Boy, get naked and bring me some wine" Christine's eyes sparkled. "Bring it upstairs to my room." About thirty seconds later I ran into her bedroom, totally nude, with my cock and balls dancing. She had the master bedroom in our house, and I slept in what had formerly been our maids room til a few years ago, when my Princess decided we didn't need household help. I handed Christine the wine. Although she hadn't removed her sundress, she had undone a few buttons, and I could see the outline of her lacy Frederick's of Hollywood brassiere, another gift from me, I'd never been allowed to see it on her. I knew however, she wore it for someone, because I had to wash it at least once a week. She saw me looking, and pretended to be embarrassed, buttoning one button. "Honey, I thought you were getting undressed!" I felt ridiculous, as always, in my birthday suit with her fully clothed. By now I should've been used to it, huh? Putting the glass on the end table, Christine opened the drawer and took out...THE HANDCUFFS! "Oh baby...I thought just this once..." I pouted miserably, but my cock was rigid. Christine giggled, and waved her finger, silently ordering me to turn around. After my wrists were secure, she giggled again. "Patience, my Big Boy...I said I'd get laid eventually, didn't I? Lie down on your back, you know how..." She then took out another set of cuffs, and secured my ankles together...here I was, in the "milking" position quite, quite familiar to me these last ten years. Still, my cock rose, expectantly. Her tits bouncing in the snug sundress, Christine took the lube from the drawer, and set it down beside my right thigh. She'd switched from baby oil the year before because it gave me a rash. She then sat herself down and smiled at me. "Johnny, I know you want more, but I think we should start out with the usual" Start out? Maybe she would eventually sit on my cock. My Princess scratched the tip of my penis lightly with her long purple nails, and then squirted some lube in her right hand. "Now the good doctor's going to feel nice." She rubbed her hands together and then put them around my cock in a sort of praying position, rolling it as if it were a burrito. Then my ambidextrous wife began rubbing my shaft with her right hand, and tickling my balls with her left. "Can't you take off SOMETHING?" I pleaded, and she shook her head, but seeing I was near tears, a pitiful situation for a forty-six year old surgeon, My Princess unbuttoned enough for me to see the black cups again, and jiggled her cleavage at me. Christine smiled, putting her tongue between her lips, and pulled up her dress a little, so I could check out her gams. Though I'd just shaved them this morning, her legs never failed to thrill me. As Christine varied between the quick up and down rubbing motion, causing me to arch my butt off the bed to meet the strokes, and the slower version, where she inched her purple-tipped forefinger agonizingly up and down the shaft, I began to beg... "Sweetie please... you did this for five HOURS last night, and then threw me into a cold shower with my cuffs still on! It was supposed to be different, you're driving me CRAZY..." I was rumbling, it seemed, in my groin...and all she did was reach her bare size 6 footie and cover my mouth.. ."Too much talk, Big Boy..." Her hands and feet were quite soft, as I massaged them every night with Lubriderm before I gave her blonde mane its customary two hundred strokes with the elephant tusk hairbrush (and then she gave me two hundred and fifty somewhere else). Oh, God, then I'd trudge off to my lonely room, butt blistered and penis surging i its cruel prison...but that was nothing compared to this afternoon. A Treat! She PROMISED! "Christine!" I pleaded with her, as I struggled with my wrists. "I thought we'd do something special!" "Isn't this special?" That little girl smile! Christine licked her upper lip, putting her tongue between her teeth. Her forefinger middle finger were rubbing my cock right under the now purple head. "Do you want me to stop? I could do the laundry..." "No, no, .." I yapped. "It's wonderful! But I thought we were going to do something closer...this afternoon..." Though I had captained the debating team at Stanford, there was little chance that I could talk her into anything...that evil girl! Christine picked up the remote and clicked with one hand. "The football game?" I asked. "No no...'Mildred Pierce'...I love Joan Crawford" ************************************************ It was nearly six o’clock. "Mildred Pierce" was long over, as was a horribly boring Martha Stewart show, though I hadn't paid much attention to that. I was still lying down Christine had shifted me face-up over her lap, my rear end balanced on her shapely thighs. Her hand cupped under my testicles and was moving the fingers of her other hand around the head of my cock... Twirling it as if she were unscrewing a child-proof cap of Bayer aspirin. Four times in the past three hours she had interrupted the tesae to sit on my face, where I licked her to many powerful orgasms "If I'm going to get laid I'll need some foreplay." she had explained...and for a period of thirty excruciating minutes she'd leaned back in a chiar by the bed and tantalized my poor pecker with her bare feet, the toes painted the same shade as the wandering fingers... But now we were back to the eternal masturbation "Please, please...Princess" I begged "Let's have sex, it's been two and a half years, and five before that time...you wanted it right? Or let me cum Christine, ...it's been THIRTY-EIGHT days...you've been rubbing for HOURS PLEASE!" Giggling, Christine rubbed more lube into my over-filled scrotum. "All you think about is sex and cumming." She played with my foreskin. "BUT YOU CAME!" I begged, a little too loudly. Christine interrupted her massage of my scrotum to squeeze my balls lightly. "Are you raising your voice to me?" Ooh. The pain was not excessive, but it was enough. "No ma'am" I replied meekly as Christine released the sack and went back to pulling the base of my shaft. "Take your time, Princess, please." I got a beautiful smile just then...and she winked! God, the cum was surging up, but Chrsitine kept squeezing the base to slow it down. Finally, she got out from under me, lying me back in the now hateful "milking position" My cock was so engorged I was considering amputation.. ."Do you notice your pee-pee matches the shade of my violet nails?" "YES!" "Are you crying? I thought you did ROTC..that's not manly." Christine took her hands off my cock. "You know what, Johnny?" Christine leaned back. "It's time to get laid." I looked at her with misty eyes..."Really?" I began babbling "Oh baby, you won't regret it...I'll paint the house, anything.. .".That wonderful wet pussy...Oh, I need it. Christine smiled and went to the phone. "What are you doing?" I asked. Was she ordering a pizza? "Hello?" Christine leaned into the phone. "Jamal?" She was talking to my Physician assistant, a nice colored kid, but a little arrogant..."Yes, your mother's really gone?...I'll meet you in twenty minutes. Dr. John? No he's away, and we have an open marriage..." * * * * * It's ten-thirty, and she's still gone. My cock is still hard, and I've been crying on and off for four and a half hours...I can't move because the cuffs are still on, and I have to pee really badly...I can't even watch television...she turned it off so I could think about how great it is getting LAID!! Waaah!