10 comments/ 13001 views/ 14 favorites Jim & Judy By: TorMentor68 The names used in this story are not real. Any similar names to real persons are purely coincidental. ***** I got an email from her husband, Jim. He'd seen an online profile I'd written over a year ago, and had all but forgotten about. It had explained my nicely furnished dungeon and my ability to perform fantasies for women and select couples. When I'd become a widower years before I'd needed something to keep myself occupied, and in a strange twist of fate I'd used my handyman skills to build a very nice dungeon. Many hooks along the walls and basement ceiling, a spanking bench, set of medieval stocks, padded bondage table, horse etc. It even had a medical exam style table I'd gotten from a government auction placed over in the corner. Jim said his wife's name was Judy and she had recently divulged one of her fantasies to him; she had fantasized about being captured as part of a military interrogation and tortured sexually for information. He said she'd spent 4 years in the Air National Guard years before and this fantasy had probably started back then. He told me he'd spent a couple weeks thinking of how he could make this fantasy a reality. He'd decided he couldn't do the things to her she'd described to him. He was afraid of really hurting her, or of it causing them marital problems. We agreed to meet for a drink and discuss it further, and in greater detail. They lived about half an hour away, so we met midway, in a quiet little hole-in-the-wall bar I used to visit in my younger days. Now that I'm 50, drinking doesn't hold the same fun experiences it did in my 20's. He described Judy as five and half feet tall, not skinny but not thick either, long black hair, average boobs with just a little sag and big nipples, and a nice rounded ass. He assured me she was the true "wife and motherly" type. She'd taken care of their kids until they left for college, took care of the house, wasn't really sexually adventurous. She didn't shave her bush. With both kids off at college she'd become a little bored and evidently adventurous; at least in her mind. This fantasy had all but shocked him, but he said he loved her, supported her decisions and wanted to see her live experience her fantasy, but only as long as she wasn't in any real danger and got exactly what she said wanted. An hour and a half and two beers later, I thought I had a pretty good picture of what she wanted. I told him I needed to meet Judy and discuss this with her. With his puzzled look, I explained that I needed to know that she wanted this, not him. I wasn't about to do any of this if it turned out to be his fantasy, not hers, or worse, if he was trying to get even with her over something. I'm into fantasies, not felonies. We made a date for the three of us the following week. That gave her time to think about it, even back out of it if she wished. I was waiting at a diner in my town. I chose it because it was fairly quiet, rarely crowded, and the high backed booths would give us some privacy. Facing the entrance, I recognized Jim when he came in with a shorter, raven haired beauty. Judy was a real looker. In her mid 40's and just as Jim had described. She was dressed very conservatively, but certainly there was a cute little frame under that blouse. Her boobs weren't large, but they weren't tiny either. Definitely big enough for the kind of fun I had planned. I couldn't tell the size of her nipples, as she had them well supported and hidden, my mind was starting to wander... She was surely not the hard-body of her youth, but certainly a pretty and classy lady. We made small talk and ordered. When I steered the conversation toward her fantasy, she got real quiet, barely above a whisper as she stammered to answer my questions. She didn't really eat her food, but stared at it a lot and blushed often during the conversation. By the end, she was visibly more comfortable as I assured her she would be subjected to only those things we both agreed on. She was concerned when I told her Jim would not be there but she agreed it wouldn't be the same as her fantasy if Jim were there with her. I asked if she still had any of her old Air Guard uniforms. She said they were probably still in the old duffle bag in the attic. I told her to get them down and try them on. Jim would tell me the results. As we left, I walked with them to the parking lot, told Jim we'd talk soon and there would be an email to fill out and return, I shook Judy's hand and told her that I'd see her in the near future. Jim emailed me 3 days later. Judy had dug out her old uniforms. She was able to just barely squeeze into her blue service shirt and skirt. It was tight but she could get it on and also move in it. I told him to have her wash and press them and have them ready, along with the whole outfit, shoes, hose, hat, ribbons if she still had them. Then email me with their schedule for the next two weekends, return the list of her expectations and hard and soft limits and when her next period would start. Thursday that week I had everything ready. I had changed the dungeon around. Instead of a dark place, it was lighted, the play furniture hidden behind curtains, overall it looked almost like an office space with a desk and chairs. I emailed Jim and told him I would be at their house Friday night at 6:30PM. Judy should be freshly showered, in uniform, inspection ready by 6:00 but not to tell her when I'd arrive. I got there at 6:20. When I knocked on the door I was wearing a dark blue suit and tie, had a fresh crewcut, and some cliché mirrored glasses. When Jim opened the door I pulled out an old billfold I'd stuck a fake badge in and flipped it open like on TV and asked loudly , so she would hear, who he was and if his wife was home. Jim led me into the living room, there sat Judy on the sofa, legs crossed, dressed in a somewhat tight Air Guard uniform. The buttons on her blouse strained a bit and she even had a row of ribbons right above her left breast. I asked her if her name was Judith Findley, she responded "That's my maiden name." After I showed her the fake badge I put my billfold away and I opened a fake dossier I'd prepared. It had some official looking papers, some pics of her I'd printed from her Facebook page and appeared to look through it so she would notice the pics of her. I introduced myself as an NCIS agent looking into some leaked classified paperwork that she supposedly had possession of during her military service. She had a total look of confusion, I asked her to stand up, she was visibly nervous, probably not from this half-baked charade, but because she knew her deepest desire was unfolding. I asked if she had any weapons on her and told her to turn around and place her hands behind her back. I pulled my steel handcuffs from my jacket and placed them on her wrists, told her we'd be going to the station to sort this all out. I know, this all was silly enough to be laughable, but it set the stage for her as to what direction we'd be going. I gave her a quick pat down, actually it was a grope of her hips and ass, then I slid up her sides and cupped her breasts, squeezing them and asking her "Are you sure you don't have any weapons?" Holding her tightly by the upper arm I took her out to my car and put her in the back seat. Jim had followed us outside, I asked him to retrieve her hat. I put her seatbelt on, sliding my arms across her breasts again. When he brought her cap out, I put it on her head, and pulled it down tight in front, the bill over her face, obscuring her sight for the drive. I pulled a ball gag out of my pocket and slipped it into her mouth for the drive. I didn't want to discuss anything during the drive. She was squirming around trying to get comfortable, trying to keep her weight from making the cuffs bite into her wrists. The backseat windows are tinted much more than the front, so no would really notice her I thought. I shut the rear door, shook Jim's hand and quietly told him I'd text him in a couple hours when he could come get her. I had my radio on for the drive. I'm sure she was getting more and more nervous as we drove. Probably would have called it off if she could have spoken. When we arrived at my place I pulled straight into the garage then let the overhead door finish closing before I got out. I retrieved Judy from the back seat. I lifted her roughly by her upper arm and guided her through the house and toward the basement. As we descended the stairs I switched my grip from her upper arm to her hair. I steered her to the middle of the room. I turned on the lights, it now resembling an office room, well kinda. I had placed a straight backed chair in the middle of the room, and I put her in it, with her arms slipped behind the back. I pulled off her hat, and removed the ball gag. She worked her jaw and looked around the "office." There was a steel desk, and a couple chairs. With the curtains I'd put up the bondage furniture was hidden. "Are you ready to admit your knowledge of this mis-handled classified information Airman Findley?" She must have considered this storyline during the ride and was starting to get into the story. She swore she knew nothing about this and she should be allowed to go home to her husband. "The NCIS has no grounds for holding me, I demand to be returned to my home immediately" she said. SLAP! An open hand across her face caught her by surprise. "Tell me what you know about this information" I said, as I shoved the fake file toward her and rubbed it into her face, trying to humiliate her a bit. Any play-along statements she'd prepared disappeared and she just sat there and shook her head, still stunned by the slap. "Very well, you'll be talking soon enough" I said as I shoved the ball back into her mouth. I stepped around the chair and placed a leather cuff on each wrist, then I clipped the cuffs to some ropes anchored to the ceiling. The ropes went to tie points on the outer walls and were long enough that I could hold the ends from the middle of the room while I stood behind Judy's chair. After that I removed her steel handcuffs. When she thought her hands were free she lurched forward, that's when I pulled the ropes tight, pulling her hands above her head. "You're not going anywhere Airman." She muffled something unintelligible behind the ball as she stood. I tied off the ends of the hoist. She was now stretched, standing in her blue uniform with hands secured above her head. She kept turning watching me, as I moved about the room. I slipped her shoes off, her feet just barely flat on the floor, pulling her entire body nicely taut. She was breathing heavier now, aware of her immediate predicament. I removed the temporary curtain to her front revealing a large mirror. She could see herself. I walked around behind her and moved in close. She smelled of "Black Opium" perfume, I hadn't noticed that before. I hugged her tight and pushed my manhood into her lower back right at the top of her full ass. Then I grabbed her hips and ground my hardness against her and ran my hands up to her breasts. Her eyes were big as I cupped her boobs, squeezing through her bra, then I slipped my finger tips into her shirt and suddenly ripped it open. The buttons flew, she jerked as much as her bonds would allow, and she closed her eyes tight, not wanting to see her reflection. I grabbed a pair of scissors I'd placed nearby and cut the sleeves across the shoulders and then her shirt was on the floor. "Look at yourself, you are in a predicament now." I grabbed a handful of that black hair and pointed her head toward the mirror. Dangling in only a bra and skirt, she shivered as I slid my hands over her newly exposed skin. Goose bumps followed my fingertips, down her back, around her belly. I reached her waist and slowly slid the skirt zipper down, allowing it to fall to the floor and pool around her feet. Her panty hose made her legs silky smooth. I ran my hands up and down her legs. I ended with my hands back at the tight waist band. I slipped my thumbs into them and rolled them down, exposing her white legs and her white panties. I could smell her sex, she was already getting worked up. I grabbed a pair of ropes and secured a leather cuff around each ankle and had her step out of the skirt & hose. I attached and pulled the ropes outward until her ankles were spread more than 2 feet apart. Now she was suspended and spread. Clad only in her white, silky hipster panties and a white bra, and forced up on her toes. I walked up behind her and put a blindfold over her eyes, then unbuckled and removed her ball gag. She swallowed hard, then cleared her throat and asked "What are you going to do to me?" It was time to slow the tempo and change the atmosphere. I hugged her from hind. Slowly ran my hands over her skin. I whispered into her ear "Shhh, no questions" and nibbled on her earlobe. I took a handful of her hair and pulled her head back and planted a firm wet kiss on her lips. My left hand still roamed her body. She responded by pushing into the kiss. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and she sucked on it eagerly. Breaking the kiss I kneeled behind her. I reached around the outside of her ankles, I slowly moved my hands up her legs as I stood. I slipped my hand around and up the insides of her thighs meeting at the cleft of her sex, resting on her pantied crotch. She sucked in her breath. Her panties were wet. I continued raising my hands, as I reached her ribs I rolled my hands to my fingernails, and dragged my nails up her sides. She was all beside herself by what she was feeling. She was trying to push back into me, her bonds allowing very little movement, she pushed her ass back into my bulge, rubbing as much as she could. I backed away and moved around in front of her. Holding her head in both hands, I planted another deep kiss on her lips. While we held the kiss I slipped my hands down and undid the clasp on the front of her bra. Pushing the cups aside I palmed and lifted her globes. Her nipples responded by getting hard, and she was moaning into my mouth. I alternated squeezing her boobs with my hands, and dragging my knuckles across her nipples. Her nipples were big, they extended almost ¾ of an inch from the areola. "Do you like the feel of that?" I asked. All she said was a breathy "yes." I put my hands on her panty covered ass and squeezed those round, fleshy cheeks. Her breathing was ragged in my ear, I leaned close and whispered into hers "I guess it's time to get back to business." Her body immediately stiffened. I stepped away toward my cabinet of toys. She tilted her head trying to determine what I was doing. I walked back to her with some items. I raised my open hand and slapped her pussy over her panties. It wasn't real hard, but unexpected, and she jumped and a barely audible screech escaped her mouth while she bit her lower lip. I took my scissors and worked them several times so she could hear the sound. Right about the time she figured out what they were, I snipped the shoulder straps of her bra. Down it fell. "You are wearing entirely too much clothing." I said as I slipped the scissors into the side of her panties. One snip on each side and I was holding what remained of the last of her clothes. I put down the scissors and balled up her panties and held them under her nose. "What do you smell?" I asked. "I, I smell, it's, it's my..." she turned her head away. I grabbed a hold of hair and held her head in place, this time I pushed her wet panties against her mouth and nose. "What do you smell? It's your wet pussy. You are drenched with excitement , aren't you?" "Please, don't make me..." she pleaded. "Tell me why you are here" I said. -silence- "Tell me why you are here" again I said. I removed her panties from her face, she remained silent. I stepped around her, grabbing my wooden paddle and swung it swiftly. SMACK across both ass cheeks. Judy let out a surprised shriek. SMACK again, then a third SMACK. Her lovely ass cheeks were jiggling and she was thrashing in her bonds. "Why are you here?" She was gasping for breath, struggling to process the pain radiating from her ass cheeks. "I, I'm here because you arrested me" she finally said. "Because?" I said. "Because you claim something about mishandled information" she replied. "Judy Findley, I'm not with NCIS, and I don't care about any mishandled information" I told her. "Who are you? What is it you want?" she said. She was trying to decide if I was breaking character or what it was I meant. I told her "You are now held by my faction and we want to know about your Guard unit. Tell me who your Commanding Officer was." I stated. It was a long pause, she was trying to process this new twist. Her only reply was "What?" Again I said, "What was your CO's name?" I cracked the paddle across her ass again quickly three more times. She said, "WAIT, Wait, please... it was Major Garrett, Major Eugene Garrett, he was my CO." Heck, it sounded good to me, I had no idea if it was true. I walked up close to her and spoke softly in her ear. "See?" I said, "that wasn't difficult. I know you want to be helpful. I can be sooo nice, if only you'll cooperate." With that I dropped my paddle loudly. I reached around her and massaged and squeezed her boobs. I firmly cupped them in my hands, then teased her nipples, and squeezed them some more. She leaned her head back, thrusting her breasts forward into my hands. "You be a good girl and I'll be so good to you, I promise" I said. Then I walked back to the toy drawer and retrieved my electric vibrating massager. I know she heard the hum, but probably didn't realize; until it rested against her pussy. I'd dragged my low stool right in front of her and sat as I slowly moved the vibrator against her sex. She jumped, then tentatively pushed her pussy against the humming device. Soon she was twerking her hips as best she could, grinding her pussy against that beautiful handheld machine. Her breathing changed, sweat formed on her brow. She was getting close, so I turned off the massager. She twitched her hips in frustration, made grunting noises and said, "no, no, please, don't stop..." I was prepared for this moment. "Who was your Executive Officer?" I asked in a calm voice. Disoriented, she stammered "What?" I repeated the question, louder this time. She said she couldn't remember, that was years ago. She begged "Please touch me there again, please don't stop like that." I said, "You think you get choose which questions you answer?" She said, "No, I just, I can't, it was a long time ago... eeeek." I slapped both her breasts at one time. Those lovely globes bounced inward and upward from the blows. "Wait I can..." SLAP again to both her boobs cut off her statement. She struggled to move her poor breasts out of the line of fire. She was still blindfolded so I hesitated, waited, then slapped them again. She was loud. "Please, please, I'll answer, I just need a moment to remember." I headed over to the toy shelf. A moment later she let out a shrill sound as I pinched and twisted both of her nipples at once. I let go and they really stood out now; rock hard. I attached a clover nipple clamp to her left nipple. She sucked in her breath, hard. Then she was whimpering and blowing blindly at her nipple trying to relieve the burning the clamp was causing. Her body was shaking as I attached the second clamp, now she was vainly blowing, alternating between both nipples to ease the shooting pain. I cupped her pussy, my hand getting soaked as I massaged her whole pussy, putting just a bit more pressure on her clit. She was still whimpering, but rocking in motion with my hand as the pain in her tits subsided a little and her head rolled front & back. Her calves were trembling from the strain of being on her toes. Jim & Judy I kneeled down right in front of her. Her black bush was such a sharp contrast to her pale white skin. I brought my face close to her pussy. She smelled wonderfully musky. I slid my hands up her legs until I cupped her ass cheeks and then brought my mouth to her pussy lips. She jumped, the chain between her nipples jingled, I'm sure she felt that painful little tug of the chain's weight on her nipples. I sucked on her pussy and snaked my tongue into her slit. She was making low, guttural moans again. I slid a hand up into her crease as I moved my tongue to her clit. I snaked my middle finger around and into her wet slit to lube it up, then rested it on her little rosy asshole just as my tongue found her clit. Her whole body tensed and she sputtered some unintelligible syllables. Her feet weren't even touching the floor anymore as she tugged at her bonds. My middle finger slipped into her bung hole as I licked her clit. She was shamelessly twerking again. I had to grab her ass with my free hand in order to keep my mouth in contact with her pussy. She was moaning louder, moving faster, I knew she was getting near her orgasm. I moved my mouth upward, burying my nose into her dark pubes, and sucked hard her clitoris. At that same moment I yanked the chain on the nipple clamps, hard enough to savagely rip them from her nipples. She screamed. Holy shit did she scream. For a second I thought I might have over done it. Then her orgasm flooded my mouth. I swallowed and she filled it again. I had to back my mouth off. I could see her juices streaming down both of her trembling legs. Her whole body was shaking. I slid back and stood. Her head was limp, her whole body was limp, she had a reddish, sweaty glow all over. I just stood there and watched her, her body still shivered and shook, her head down. Finally she stilled, so I unhooked her feet and let down one arm. She was kind of slumped, hung by one wrist. When I lowered her second arm I was there to hold her weight. I carried her rag-doll body over to the leather padded bondage table and laid her on top. I pulled out a sheet to cover her and she curled up into a ball under the sheet. I gave her about five minutes then I was tired of waiting, she was still in a blissful dreamy state; it was time to change that. I clipped a rope to a wrist cuff and tied it to one side of the bondage table. She was barely aware of me as I snapped another rope to the other cuff. I pulled her other arm to the opposite side of the table and stretched her, face down, and tied it off. She was becoming aware as I pulled the sheet away. I reached under her and raised her hips up and slipped a round pillow under her, raising her hips up about 6" or so, making a beautiful target out of her ass. I then tied her legs to the lower corners, spread wide. She was murmuring "Oh my God, oh my God" as she started to become aware then tug and test her bonds. I said "Open up" as I reached to stick the ball gag back into her mouth. She clenched her jaw, not wanting that thing back in her mouth. I slapped her ass with my open hand. When her mouth opened in protest I shoved that ball back in and retightened the velco strap on it. "You've still refused to answer my question. Who was your XO?" It didn't matter that she hadn't answered, I didn't know who it had been anyway, and I didn't care. Even if she had answered I would have called her a liar. So the result was the same. She was struggling and mumbling something into the gag. I told her, "Oh, I guess you can't answer anyway. I'm betting you're protecting him because you two had a thing, didn't you? I bet you used to suck his cock on Weekend Drills, didn't you?" She shook her head, mumbling louder. "Well I bet that little mouth of yours must be talented. You should offer me the same use of that mouth. I want you to ask to suck my dick." She shook her head faster. "You'll soon be begging for my dick in your mouth. I guarantee that" I said. As I walked around the room her head followed, even though the blindfold was still keeping her thoughts running wild. I grabbed a leather cat-o-nine tails. It landed across her ass cheeks, making them both bounce seductively. I moved to the other side of the bondage table so I could have the aim I wanted. I began swinging that cat slowly, over and over. Across both cheeks, then low on one, then high on the other, back and forth covering her entire ass in a lovely red glow. Then I turned slightly so that the ends curled around and into the cleft between her legs. She jumped and squirmed as those tails landed into her ass crack and then on her pussy lips. She was yelling something, I guess she was yelling, it was barely a muffled slurring of sounds from around the ball in her mouth. I asked her if she was ready to suck on my cock. This time she nodded her head vigorously to be sure I understood and would stop assaulting her poor ass cheeks. But the assault wasn't over just yet. I told her "I'm not so easily convinced of your sincerity." I brought a bottle of lube and a small butt plug over to the table. I knew she was an anal virgin, her list had confirmed that, but it also noted her curiosity and also it was a "soft limit." Since she'd just responded well to a finger it was only natural to try a small plug. I climbed up between her tied ankles. She turned her head left, then right, trying to hear, trying to get an idea what I might be doing. When I touched her ass cheek she flinched. Then when I squeezed some lube into her ass crack she really tensed up. She squeezed her cheeks together and was trying to say something. "Relax your ass cheeks" I said as I spanked her right cheek. Her cheek jiggled and then she seemed to relax her butt cheeks just a little. I worked the lube up and down her crack and especially on her rosebud. Her ass would clench, then relax as she fought all those sensations and the humiliation of being touched "back there." Then I took the butt plug and aimed it at her hole. As soon as it started to penetrate her sphincter she tensed up so I slapped her ass hard. She relaxed. When I pushed again she tensed. I slapped her ass again. This went on many times until the invader was most of the way in. I eased it out then partway back in, letting her get used to it, but also toying with her. Without indication, I then buried it past the bulbous part and nestled it deep into her ass. She didn't move, you'd have thought she was glued to the padded table. She must have thought if she didn't move the hurt would subside quicker. She started to squirm in a minute or so, so I guess that thought proved wrong. I watched her body fight with the butt plug for a little while. As her ass slowly got used to the fullness, her squirming became less of wiggling her hips and more of a twerking motion again. If only she could rub her pussy against something she would have. I went back to my toys and retrieved a wide leather belt. She should have heard the belt flying through the air just before it made a thunderous "CRACK" across her ass. Not a second later the pain arrived. She arched her back, raising her feet and head up and yelled into her gag. After she settled back down on the table I swung it again. Swish-CRACK it landed, then another, Swish-CRACK, then a forth. She was definitely on sensory overload. Both the inside and the outside of her ass were on fire. I walked around in front of her and pulled off her blindfold. She was squinting from the light, but her eyes were red and puffy, with tears streaming down both cheeks. I popped the ball out of her mouth then I retrieved the vibrator and climbed between her legs again. She looked over her shoulder as I moved the vibrator to her pussy again. After it touched her she pushed back into the humming device. Soon she was riding that vibe and saying "Yes, yes" between gasps of air. I cruelly took the vibrator away and slapped her ass, not hard, but enough to feel it. Then I returned the vibrator. I did this a few more times, always getting her a little closer to cumming. I used my thumb to put pressure on the butt plug, then slapped her ass again. By her moans I could tell she was getting close. Her left ass cheek was more red than the right, so I grabbed it and squeezed it hard, as I held that massager tight against her clit. That's when she exploded. Bucking and yelling and riding that hand massager like a wild animal. I pulled the butt plug out which seemed to prolong her orgasm. Her legs shot out, stiff like oaken logs. It seemed nearly a full minute she rode that wave before she calmed and quieted down. With her head rested against the leather, her voice cracked, "May I please suck you now?" How could I refuse? I got up from between her legs and untied them. Then I untied her hands. When she was free, she swung her legs around, sat up on the low table's edge and undid my trousers. She pulled them down along with my underwear. She had a hold of my cock when I stopped her. I grabbed a snap hook and fastened her cuffed wrists behind her back and told her to kneel before me. She knelt down on the hard floor and immediately leaned forward to take my dick in her hot mouth. She worked her lips up and down along my shaft. She would take most of it in and then bob up and down on my knob. After a few repetitions of this when she slid down my length I grabbed her head and pulled her all the way. It's an incredible feeling when your cock gets into her throat and her throat spasms around it. I held her there for a second or two. She was gasping for air when I pulled out. Tears ran out the corners of both eyes. She licked around the tip and then I forced it again all the way down and held; counted to three. She tensed, her hands strained against her bonds until I released her. She gasped for air again, but then she forced her mouth back over on my dick on her own. She was a quick learner. She deep throated me for a few more minutes until I couldn't hold back. When I shot my load her checks bulged out and she huffed like she could barely choke it all down. But she didn't spill any. She went back to sucking me, it was so sensitive, almost painful, I had to pull her off my dick by her hair. She stuck her tongue out so I guided her by her hair close enough to lick it but not suck on it. After she licked me clean I pulled up my pants and walked over to my side closet. I brought back a robe for her. I grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet and walked her over to a flat bench and had her sit. I then removed her leather ankle cuffs and then unhooked her wrists and removed the wrist cuffs. I massaged her neck, shoulders and arms, down to the wrists, working the blood back into her limbs. I slipped the robe over her shoulders then rubbed her feet up to her calves and massaged her sore calf muscles. "How do you feel" I asked. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She cleared her throat, and barely a whisper "I'm spent, I feel so tired and totally wonderful. This wasn't what I expected, it was so, so great. I don't even know what to say." I headed toward the end of the room and said "Come on upstairs." She stood and tied her robe and padded up the staircase behind me. She followed me to the kitchen where I gave her a glass of water, which she gulped right down. I waved for her to follow me into the living room. I had a pair of sweats for her on the sofa. I said "You'll need these for the ride home." She looked at them and asked "Where can I change?" I said "Right here." Today I'd strung her up, stripped her bare, tortured her nipples, plugged her ass and fucked her mouth but now, here in the living room, she was embarrassed to remove her robe and slip on the sweats in front of me. She got red in the face as she dressed. I showed her where the bathroom was then I texted Jim and said we'd meet him in the parking lot of the bar in 15 minutes, as we had arranged. When Judy came out I told her it was time to be going. I had a pair of cheap flip-flops at the door to the garage for her. After she slipped them on her feet, she stepped up to me and grabbed me into a big hug. She said "Thank you for this. Does it have to end? Do I really have to go home now?" I told her "Jim will be worried. We all agreed this would be only for an evening. We can get together again, but not tonight. You need to make sure Jim knows you are OK and also make sure he's OK too." We got into my car. She rode up front this time. "You and Jim discuss this, fuck like teenagers and enjoy each other, plus you owe him a great blowjob since he let you go do this without him. If you want to get together again have him contact me. You must have more fantasies you want to act out." She was silent the rest of the short drive with her head leaning back and her eyes closed. Her whole face wore a smile. Jim was already in the parking lot when we pulled in. He must have left home earlier and sat in the parking all this time anxiously waiting for my text. His face held a look of concern, when Judy walked up and hugged him and told him it was "wonderful" he relaxed and looked genuinely happy. I shook Jim's hand and Judy turned to give me another hug. She said "We'll talk soon" and kissed me on the cheek. She walked around the car and got in. Jim watched her then nodded to me and quickly hopped in and they drove off. I headed home as well. I needed to clean up the playroom. Driving home the car smelled of "Black Opium" and sex. It's now Wednesday night, not even a week later and Jim sent me an email earlier today. Judy has a new scene, including a gyno office visit fantasy she wants to do and needs to know if the weekend after next will work for me. She'd like it to go from Friday night until Sunday noon. I have some ideas of how to keep her worked up for that long; all day Saturday with two nights too, I'll clear my schedule. I click on the desktop folder entitled "Judy" and open one of the edited videos. There she is, hung by her wrists, both her nipples clamped, she's quite a sight. It was nice of her to allow me capture the session for my private use. I can't wait to have her in my playroom again next weekend.