14 comments/ 330066 views/ 15 favorites Toy's BDSM Adventure By: PhilCanyon This story is inspired by the same couple that supplied the artwork. For the purposes of this story we'll call them, Mr. and Mrs. VoyToy. This story is an attempt to write one of their fantasy BDSM adventures. I hope you enjoy it and I'm sure you will enjoy their artistic depiction of the story!! Please leave comments, as The VoyToys will undoubtedly read them. * The knock on the door pulled my mind back from the arousal Timothy had placed me in. He'd taken his time seducing me over the last hour. He slowly brings me to a state of arousal. He's so deliberate that it's as if he plans every move in advance. Sometimes, I want to ask him to hurry up and make the next move! Don't get me wrong. I love my husband. I fell in love with him within only a couple of days after meeting him. He's so kind and attentive with me. He's such a gentleman. But, our sex life is not where it should be. I don't know why. I wish I did. Part of it is that once I'm aroused he starts with suggestive conversation that I don't really understand. Please understand that I'm a new bride. I'm not well versed in the art of sexual innuendo. I often think he gets frustrated with me when I don't pick up on what he's trying to tell me. "Men," I say to myself and wish he'd just come out and tell me what he wants. At the second knock I jumped from the sofa. "Are we expecting anyone?" I asked Timothy as the thought that I was not dressed properly to greet a guest ran through my mind. "Perhaps," he answered and I thought how curious an answer it was. "Timothy, I'm not presentable," I said. I don't know how I'd agreed to it, but he'd convinced me to dress in a 'naughty schoolgirl' outfit. He'd brought the outfit home that afternoon, complete with white button-up blouse, tartan skirt, white panties, stockings and very high, white "Cum Fuck Me" heels. I was dressed like a slut and did not in any way want to answer the door. "Toy, you'll be fine," he replied and lifted his drink to his lips, effectively shutting off my protest. "Well, someone has to answer it," I replied in a huff. I suppose he's right, I thought. We're all alone in our condo unit this weekend and the closest neighbors are far down the road. Still, I've never felt comfortable letting anyone see me dressed in an outfit that wasn't conservative, and he knows it.... "What am I saying?" I said to myself. Of course he's not right. I'm his new bride, not his hot slut-wife! "There you go, Baby. Be a good girl," he said. "How many times must I tell you?" I almost shouted back to him. Instead, I uttered a loud "Hmmph!" expressing my frustration and stepped to the door. I twisted the knob slowly and pulled the door partially open. "What the...." I said softly. I pulled it open wide and looked over my shoulder at Timothy. Glad that no one was there and not wanting to expose myself any further, I stayed in the doorway and looked down the hall. Suddenly, a man charged at me from down the hallway! Before I could even think to react he had me in his grasp. My mind was racing to figure out what was happening and before I knew it he had one of his big hands across my mouth and the other under my arm. As rage began building inside me, he pulled me into his chest. I wanted to scream but couldn't. My eyes couldn't focus and it was like bursts of white light were shooting through them. My body was instinctively writhing against his grasp but I was no match for his strength. I struggled as hard as I could but after only a few seconds I tired, and was powerless to stop him from pushing me inside and kicking the door closed. My mind was racing to figure out why an intruder had control of me and was making his way into my home! I looked directly at Timothy with a frantic look. My face was full of desperation. "Help me!" my eyes were screaming! "Timothy, Timothy, help!" I shouted through his hand. I knew my only hope against this brute was my husband. It took me a few seconds to realize something was not right. Timothy had a camera in his hands, taking photos of my struggle. I was confused and unsure of what was happening. "Timothy? Timothy, what's going on?" I asked when my attacker moved his hand away from my mouth. "Don't worry, Toy. He won't hurt you," he replied. Still dazed and in a state of disbelief of the situation and still unsure of my thoughts, I repeated my plea, "Timothy, help me." My husband's reply finally brought me into some clarity. "For a young bride, you've been disobedient too often, Toy. You need to learn a lesson in obedience," he replied. As soon as the words left his mouth I realized I was in trouble. My anger shifted from the brute holding me to my husband. "Disobedient?.. disobedient?" I shouted and grunted loudly as I pulled my arms and kicked my legs. In an attempt to figure this out my mind raced through our whirlwind romance the first three months of our marriage. We'd met at a singles mixer organized by my church. The first time we spoke I was enthralled by Timothy. He was the most handsome and intriguing gentleman there and I literally tingled as we exchanged our very first greeting. He must have felt the same about me because since that day we have never been apart for more than a day. Within a few weeks we both knew we were soul mates and set a date to marry. I twisted against my handler as my thoughts coalesced. "Disobedient?" I said to myself. What is he talking about? I've been a dutiful bride. I do more than my share of the housework. I'm always dressed well for any occasion. I even play his little flirtatious 'dress-up' games like the one he wanted tonight. Sure, the sex has tailed off. But, isn't that to be expected? Newlyweds can't possibly keep up the sex as often as they did on their honeymoon. Can they? I mean, Timothy is good in bed. But, the orgasms are just not easy for me and there isn't much sense in trying so hard when I know it isn't going to work. "Is that what this is about?" I asked myself. "Is this because I won't have sex with you every night?" I asked through my attacker's grasp. No reply. I turned toward the brute holding me. "Take your hands off me!" I shouted. "Not likely. In fact, you'd best get used to my hands. They'll be exploring you for the next few hours," he replied with a strong voice that was almost mesmerizing in its tone and authority. He grabbed my long black hair and twisted my head around as he spoke. For the first time since my attacker had pounced on me I took a moment to study him. He was a tall, athletic man. He was very strong, with large hands, chest and shoulders. His grip was amazingly strong. He was older than me with light colored hair covered by a baseball cap. A red bandana covered his face from the bridge of his nose down. A pair of sunglasses kept me from seeing his eyes. I could hardly believe what I was hearing him say. Surely, Timothy didn't want this. But, there he was; standing across the room taking pictures of my attacker manhandling me. I felt a disappointment in him deeper than I'd ever felt before. How could my husband be in on such a thing? I asked myself. Why would he want this? I looked at Tim and he looked back with a smugness that further infuriated me. "Don't worry yourself, Toy. You'll enjoy it before we're done," he said. "I most certainly will not!" I retorted and then looked again at my handler. Although I couldn't recognize him, I sensed that I'd seen him before. Was he the stranger I saw through the window of Timothy's office a week ago? Tim had insisted I lay out by the pool nude. My refusal angered him and he sulked about the house for an hour until I reluctantly agreed. I was almost certain this was the same man. That little episode had been so humiliating. I shouldn't have agreed to such a thing. But Timothy had pouted until finally gave in. I felt like telling him that if he wanted it so much he should order me to do it. "Don't just sulk about the house like a little boy that didn't get his way," I wanted to say. I should have said it. But, instead I went outside to the pool, took my bikini off, and sunned naked in the heat of the hot afternoon sun. Well, no sooner had I done so than a good looking man appeared at the window to Tim's home office. There they stood, looking out at me. I can't tell you how embarrassed I was. I stayed on my belly for what seemed a half hour, determined not to let him see my breasts or pussy. I felt I'd been tricked by Timothy and as soon as the man left, I marched right into the house and told my husband in no uncertain terms that I'd never do that again. "Yes, I'm sure it's him," I said to myself. I don't forget a handsome man's face. "Take her into the bedroom," Timothy instructed. My attacker lifted me easily off my feet and carried me into our master suite, setting me onto our bed. Without waiting for instructions, he lifted my skirt, pushed his fingers under the top of my panties and with one quick jerk he pulled them off my hips and down my legs. "Unhand me," I shouted and kicked my legs as my panties cleared my high heels. "Shut your pretty mouth," he replied, tossed my panties in the direction of my husband and covered my mouth for the second time. "Nuh-uh," I muffled a reply. "I won't." "We'll see about that," Timothy said and tossed my attacker a white scarf tied with a knot in the middle. "This'll keep her quiet," he added. Though I was trying as hard as I could, I was helpless to fight the man off. He quickly had the scarf around my head. He shoved the knot between my teeth until they were forced open. My mouth was filled with the knot of fabric. All I could do was moan my displeasure as he pulled a second scarf, a black one, from his pocket and blindfolded me. "Timothy, Timothy!" I shouted but my shouts couldn't escape the gag he'd placed in me. I was frightened and worried and as soon as my eyes were blindfolded I felt a sudden panic overtaking me. I tried to calm down but I couldn't speak and I couldn't see and before I could gather my thoughts I felt my blouse being ripped open and heard the buttons pop off and fly away from the fabric. My attacker, with my husband's consent, was now able to see my naked chest. "She's got a fine set of tits, Timothy. Very fine indeed," he said. As if manhandling me, pulling my panties from my hips and seeing my breasts wasn't humiliating enough he also noticed that my nipples were hard. I didn't want them to be hard. I really didn't, but the excitement of my situation was undeniable and my nipples always harden when I'm excited. To be honest, a small part of me was starting to enjoy being handled this way. It was titillating and my nipples were reacting to it. "Just look at your wife's nipples, Timothy. I do believe Toy is enjoying this," he teased. "As well she should, Bill. Even though she doesn't know it yet, Toy's a fine young slut wife. She just needs some attention in order to realize her true potential," Tim answered smugly. I wasn't sure my husband had intended to use his name or not. But, I'm sure my attacker wasn't pleased with it because he gave Timothy a warning, "Watch your mouth, Timothy. She'll know my name soon enough. But, you're not to use it. Understand?" "Sure, sure thing. No problem," Timothy answered in a tone that revealed surprise at my attacker's protest. Bill's warning was as forceful as my husband's reply was timid, and it made me begin to wonder who was in charge of the situation; my husband or my attacker. At least I know his name, I said to myself as Bill moved in-between my legs, pushed me back onto the bed and roughly felt up my breasts. A jolt ran through my body as soon as his skin touched mine and although I wouldn't admit it, I felt immediately aroused. Now off balance, I leaned back onto my elbows. As I did so, my skirt lifted up my hips, revealing my pussy. My blouse fell off to my side, showing Bill both of my breasts while my husband clicked away at the camera shutter. "Just relax and enjoy it, Toy," Timothy advised me. His voice had a hint of nervousness to it. Part of me wanted to scream at the top of my lungs at my husband for being so reckless with my safety but the gag in my mouth wouldn't let me. Another side of me was enjoying the rough treatment I was getting and wanted it to continue. For a fleeting moment, the thought of how a proper young bride should act rushed through my mind. "Oh my goodness! I can't enjoy this. I just can't," I said to myself as my tits were pulled and pinched and my eyes were tearing up. I fell all the way back, threw my head back and let out a disquieting moan that was partially a moan of pleasure and partially a moan of pain. "That's it, baby. That's a good girl. Moan for me," Bill whispered. "Timothy, take a look at your wife. She's such a hot slut. Look at her. She's getting off to this already. You capturing this on camera?" "I've got it. I've got it," Timothy replied, his voice sounding less certain that it had in the beginning. "Let's tie her up now," Bill said. His suggestion sounded more like a command and it created a moment of panic in me as I thought of being helplessly under his control once he had me bound. Timothy and Bill's roles seemed to be changing and Timothy didn't seem to like the idea. "I'm not sure, Bill. I think we've done enough." I couldn't see what was happening through my blindfold but Bill released his grip on me with a stern warning not to move. A second later I heard a loud slap and then the sound of what must have been the camera bouncing off the floor. "I told you not to use my name!" Bill said angrily. "Fuck you!" Timothy shouted. His shout was followed by another loud slap. "What'd ya do that for? Shit, that hurts!" Tim retorted. "Pick up the camera, you pussy. Hurry up!" Bill commanded. I was afraid to move and worried about what might be happening to Timothy. I know I shouldn't worry about him, especially given that he deserves every blow he gets for having dreamed this thing up. But, I did worry. He's my husband and I love him. I thought about pulling down my blindfold to see, but I was too afraid to test Bill with anything he might consider to be a challenge to his authority so I left it alone. "Get the bindings," he ordered. Timothy must not have moved fast enough because I heard another loud slap, followed by Bill repeating his command. "Get….the…..bindings," he repeated deliberately and very slowly. Bill turned me onto my stomach and straddled my back as I heard my husband hurriedly opening one of the drawers in the headboard. He sounded frantic as he pulled something from the drawer and shut it again. Bill grabbed my right arm and looped a soft cord around my wrist. "Here," he said to Timothy. "Tie it to the post." All the while I was kicking and writhing to get loose. "No…no," I insisted. As I felt my right arm being stretched out, I felt another binding coiling around my left wrist. Bill tied it to the other post before twisting at his waist and grabbing one of my ankles. "Tie it to the post," he told my husband after securing the bindings to my ankle. He hopped off my back and quickly fastened my other ankle to the far post. I was now completely helpless. My legs and arms were spread out and securely tied to the bedposts. My mouth was gagged and my eyes blindfolded. "Timothy, Timothy. Help me," I muttered through the gag. My attacker grabbed my blouse and jerked it from my shoulders. He pulled so hard and fast that it shredded like a piece of cheap cloth; leaving me naked except for my tartan skirt, stockings and high heels. "Let's show her the difference between pain and pleasure," he said and pulled my skirt up my ass. "That's enough, Bill!" my husband shouted. "I've changed my mind. It's over. You've done enough!" Was my husband was demanding my release or pleading for it? "I'll tell you when it's over," Bill replied and must have punched Timothy in the gut because I heard my husband let out a loud gasp of air and then moan with pain. "You hired me to teach your hot slut a few lessons in obedience and that's exactly what I intend to do. Sounds like you need a lesson or two as well." Timothy could barely speak, but got out one last threat in an attempt to stop him. "I'll tell the police if you don't stop. I'll tell em…" "No you won't," Bill interrupted him. "You won't tell the police anything. Especially, after you hear this." I heard him forcefully push my husband into the chair beside the bed. "Sit down," he commanded. A moment later, I heard the sound of two men talking on a recording. It must've been from one of those cheap digital ones you can carry in your pants pocket because the voice quality wasn't very good. But, it was good enough to clearly tell it was Bill and Timothy. "You remember this conversation?" Bill asked him and turned up the volume. I could hear something in Bill's hand making a clicking sound and a moment later I smelled a lit cigarette. He was sitting next to me on the side of the bed listening as the recording began. In it, Timothy was plotting with him to attack and subdue me, then tie me up and teach me a lesson in obeying him. I heard them agree on a price and as they were discussing what was to be done to me, Timothy interrupted. "You bastard! That's from the afternoon when we met in my office! You taped the whole thing. Fucking asshole!" Timothy shouted. "An asshole?" Bill answered. "I'll tell you what an asshole is. An asshole is someone that thinks they can control me instead of the other way around. An asshole is a guy that's married to a fine looking woman like her and tricks her into laying out by the pool naked so I can see her." "But, you promised to follow my lead," Timothy said. "You promised…" he repeated with his voice tailing off. "I'll tell you what I promised. As soon as I saw your hot wife sunbathing, I promised myself I'd have a fine time with her. That's what I promised," Bill replied. Hearing the conversation enraged me! I couldn't believe my husband had been so stupid. I twisted and writhed against my bindings as I shouted through the gag, "You fucking moron! You fucking dumb bastard! Timothy, I'm your wife!" Bill spoke up, "If you turn me in you'll end up in jail with me. You understand?" Tim didn't reply. "Do you understand?" Bill repeated. I was hurt. He's betrayed me, I thought. My mind raced back to our wedding day, only three short months ago. I remembered us standing in front of our friends and family saying our vows. I remember repeating, "To honor, trust and obey." Was this what he meant? My mind spun frantically and I muttered a warning of my own to my husband; "You'll be sorry for this, Timothy. You'll be sorry." A long pause was broken by the sound of another slap. "I asked you a question. Do you understand?" I struggled against the bindings as I listened to my husband whimpering. I was embarrassed for him. No man should be made to whimper in front of his wife. "Do I have to slap you again?" Bill shouted. Toy's BDSM Adventure "I….I understand. I understand." Timothy replied with a sniffling nose. "Good. Now, get back to the photography. You're falling behind. C'mon, get with it." I could hear the shutter clicking again as Bill placed both of his hands on my ass cheeks, pulling and prodding them. "Hot fucking bitch," he said. "Get these shots, pussyboy," he said to Timothy insultingly. "Okay," my whimpering husband replied. "Okay what?" Bill tested him. "Okay…okay sir," Timothy replied. My attacker… Or, should I now call him my master….spread my ass cheeks apart and much to my humiliation discovered my pussy was sopping wet. My pussy lips easily pulled apart as he parted my ass cheeks. His finger plunged into my wet hole as he spoke. "Look at how turned on this hot slut wife is, Timothy. Her cunt is soaked. Get this picture, pussyboy." Tim didn't say a word to being called a humiliating name. Instead, he hurriedly shuffled to a spot in front of me and began clicking the camera shutter. "You want your picture taken, Toy?" Bill asked. When I didn't reply right away he gave me a hard swat on my butt. "Mmmmph!" I retorted as the hot sting of his hand against my ass swept through me. "Well, Toy? Do you want a picture taken of your hot, wet cunt?" he asked and spanked me even harder. "I nodded my head up and down and muttered a "yes" as best as I could. The sting still hurt. But, it felt good to say yes to my master. I don't know why, but it felt so good that a tingle ran through my vagina when I said it. "I'm sorry, Honey. I'm really sorry about this," Timothy whispered to me as he clicked off more pics. "Oh, Timothy…." I muttered, knowing he was incapable of stopping this brute. I was too embarrassed to protest or even squirm as Timothy took picture after picture. I felt defeated. I felt betrayed by my husband. I even felt I'd betrayed myself. How could this be happening? Worse yet; how could I be aroused by Bill's treatment of me. To be honest, I was as much aroused by his domination of my husband as I was by his power over me, and I struggled with my emotions on why I was becoming so turned on by him. I was enjoying his power. I knew that much. I had never been spanked before and as the pain swept through my body it seemed to morph into pleasure. I knew I shouldn't want to be spanked again. I knew how insulting it should feel to a woman. But it felt so good each time his hand struck my behind. He must have given me five or six swats before he finished. And, with my husband watching, I had for the fist time the urge for Bill to fuck me. It was as if he had turned a switch in me from off the on. I could no longer control my thoughts. I let go of my pride. I let go of my ego. All I wanted was for Bill to give me his big hard cock. I wanted it in me. I wanted him to fuck me while Timothy watched. I wanted him to fuck me long and hard and hopefully he'd spank me again as his big cock plunged into my pussy. With me powerless to stop anything he might do my master continued to roughly feel up my body, my tits, my ass and my pussy. He had me ready to cum and the thought of his power over me only made me want him that much more. I started moaning and whimpering uncontrollably like a young woman getting her first fucking from a strong man. "Oh, yes!" I moaned through my gag. "Pussyboy…strip naked," My master said to Timothy before returning his attention to me. As he played with my pussy and anus I could hear my husband undressing. What is he up to? Is he going to have Timothy fuck me? I hope not. I don't want my husband to fuck me now. The only cock I want is my master's. "Put these on, Pussyboy." He said. There's that horrible word again. It's so degrading to hear my husband called a pussy. But, at the same time, I enjoyed him being controlled like I was being controlled. "I don't I want to," Timothy replied. "I can't do it." "Yes, you do and yes you will. Now, hurry up." He said to him and peeled back some of the fabric from my blindfold. My eyes were now only covered by a thin layer of black silk. It was thin enough for me to see what was happening in the room and when I turned my head towards my husband I could see him pulling off his slacks and then his boxers. Bill is a handsome, fit man. He works out four times a week and looks very athletic. If you met him on the street you'd consider him to be a strong, self-confident man. But, not now. My husband was naked now and looking at me. His chin was down, as if he was embarrassed, and his eyes were looking straight at me. In his hands he was holding the same panties Bill had ripped from my hips. Tim had the waistband between the thumb and forefingers of each hand, as if they were too delicate to grasp firmly. He lowered them down in front of his knees, slipped one foot at a time into them, and pulled them up his legs. I felt so bad for him and at the same time I felt like he deserved it. "Serves you right for doing this to me," I thought. My panties were too small for him so he had to wiggle his hips to get them over his ass. But, he succeeded and when he got them on they were so tight that he had to adjust the waist and leg lines so that they would fit as well as could be expected. "How's he look, Toy?" My master asked. "How's your hubby look in your sexy panties?" I didn't reply. I ignored his question but I wanted to tell him that Timothy deserved to have to wear my panties for what he'd done and that he looked just fine in them. "Help me with her bindings. We're gonna turn her onto her back so she can see me while I fuck her," he said. Just the sound of his voice promising to fuck me made me moan "yes" over and over again. As soon as my bindings were released I turned over and spread out my arms and legs, as if asking to be bound again. "That's my good girl, Toy. Now you're behaving. You want my cock, don't you, baby?" he teased and released the gag from my mouth. I gulped for air! "Oh, yes!! Yes, I want you hot cock right now," I answered, not caring if my wimp husband was watching. "Get on top of her and hold her down," Bill commanded Timothy. He really doesn't need to, I thought. I'd voluntarily play his game. I'd lay still while he bound me again. My husband did as instructed and climbed on top of me, straddling me at the waist. I gasped once the silk panties brushed up against my skin. I could feel his naked legs and feet. And, as his crotch settled down onto my stomach I could feel his balls held tight against the fabric. I lifted my head and looked down at my husband. Unbelievably, his penis was fully erect and poking halfway out the top of my panties. "Oh my god, Timothy," I whispered. He looked at me with a look of humiliation and then looked down at his erection. He could see the waistband of my panties running across his hard shaft. He could see his balls struggling for freedom against the delicate silk. "Toy, I can't help it," he replied and leaned forward to help Bill tie me to the bedposts. "Get off her and get me the clothespins," My master commanded when they'd finished. Timothy hurriedly left the room in the direction of his office with my panties pulling up into his butt crack as he walked away. After he'd left, my master pulled something from his other pocket. I couldn't quite make it out through my blindfold but the color red flashed past my eyes. "Open your mouth, sexy slur." He said. There was something about the way he talked to me that made me want to obey his every command. He sounded so strong and sure of himself. He was so in control! I didn't want to disappoint him so I quickly and eagerly opened my mouth like a little bird waiting for it's father to feed it. A red rubber ball pushed into my mouth. A black strap ran through the middle of it and he tied it around the back of my head. I almost gagged when he pulled it tight. "Relax," he instructed. "Relax your mouth and jaw. Breathe around the edges of the ball, Toy," he said. I tried doing what Bill said to do. It was difficult at first, but once I relaxed I was able to breath and my gag reflex went away. "That's my good girl," Bill said. Mmmm, it felt so good to be called his 'good girl'. His compliments reassured me and oddly made me feel proud of myself. "Now, I'm going to tease your nipples," he said. I'm sure he sensed that I enjoyed his compliment because he called me his good girl again and kissed me on each of my cheeks. "You're enjoying this, aren't you Toy?" I nodded my head, yes. "You need a strong man to guide you. Isn't that right?" Again, I nodded my head yes. Bill put one arm under my back and lifted me up towards him. Then, with his other hand he painfully pinched my nipple and twisted it. As my nipple was twisting, pain shot through my breast. It was followed by and equal amount of pleasure. "You want a man that can be your master as well as your lover. Isn't that right, Toy?" I shook my head yes! Ohhhh, how I wanted him to be my master. Timothy was too weak to control me. I knew that now. I still loved him but he wasn't half the man Bill was. My husband entered the room carrying a handful of small pink clothes pins. His penis was still erect and sticking out of my panties as he approached Bill. Bill instructed him to set them beside me on the bed. "Thank you, Timothy. Now, get your camera." My master was being amazingly gentle with Timothy now. Perhaps he knew he had defeated him. Master knew Bill was obedient and could be treated with some kindness. As Bill talked to me, Timothy hustled across the room to grab the camera. "Toy, a fine hot slut wife like yourself needs a master than can show you the full depth of what being a submissive wife should be. You need a man that can show you pain so that you can fully enjoy the pleasures he treats you with." "Mmmmm," I moaned when he said it. And, I nodded my head vigorously. With that said, he picked up two of the clothes pins and clamped them to my nipples. I screamed as the pain shot through my breasts! Oh, it was intense! It felt as though I had closed a door on my finger or accidentally took a bite out of my tongue. But, this pain didn't stop because Bill left the pins on my nipples as he spoke. "There, there. That's my good girl. It won't hurt for long," he said as I threw my head back in agony. He squeezed my breast with both hands to heighten the feeling of the clothes pin pinching my areola. "I'll give you my cock in a few minutes. That's what you really want. Isn't that right, Toy?" He was right, of course. My master was right about everything he'd said since he'd entered our home. Yes, the pain was subsiding. Yes, I wanted a man that could control me. Yes, I wanted him to be my master. And, yes…yes I wanted his cock so bad that I could hardly stand it! My master let go of my breast, reached down and pulled my skirt up around my waist. I hope he likes the look of my bald pussy, I thought. Ooohhh, I hope he wants me, I said to myself. Master then pulled off his sunglasses and scarf. I was so excited to be able to make out his face through my blindfold. He was the handsome man I had seen through Timothy's office window. "Mmmmm," I moaned with pleasure that my new lover was so good looking. I wasn't even thinking of my husband any more. At least, I wasn't until I saw him position himself in front of the bed. He had the front of my panties pulled down off his cock and balls and he was slowly stroking his penis with one hand while taking photos with the other. Bill noticed me looking at him. "Do you enjoy him watching?" he asked. "Uh huh," I muttered. The truth was that seeing my husband stroking his cock while wearing my panties was making my pussy hot as fire! I couldn't take my eyes off of him. "I'll have him help me get you ready for my cock," Bill replied. "Mmmmm," I moaned. "Ohhhhh, please fuck me!" "Timothy, get her out of those high heels," he told him. Tim obediently did as he was told; acting like a wimp husband by pulling my high heels off my feet, knowing full well that he was preparing his wife to get the fucking of her life. I started squirming again. But, this time it wasn't to get loose from my bindings. No, this time it was because I wanted Bill to fuck me. "Please," I muttered from behind my ballgag. "Please, fuck me!" I moaned. Through the thin silk of my blindfold I watched Bill strip out of this clothes. He got onto the bed between my legs and moved toward my crotch with his hips and cock. I felt his skin rub against my inner thighs and the touch sent shockwaves through my body. "Pussyboy," he said to Timothy in a kind tone. "Yes, sir?" Timothy replied. "Be sure to get plenty of shots of my cock fucking your wife. Do you understand?" "Yes….Yes, sir. I understand," he answered. Just hearing my master talk so nasty about me brought me into an even higher state of arousal. Oh, I wanted his cock so badly! Master twisted the clothes pins as his cock touched my cunt. He turned me over onto all fours and entered me. "Pleasure and pain, Toy. Which are you feeling most intensely?" he asked as my nipple twisted with pain and my hot cunt wrapped around his cock. He reached behind my head, releasing my ball gag. Finally free of it, I gasped for air! "Your cock…Your cock is what I feel. Ooohhhh!! Yessss!!! I moaned with intense pleasure as he filled me up with a cock twice as large as my husband's. Timothy continued taking photos. But, I couldn't hear him. All I could hear was the sound of my own moans. All I could feel was the pleasure of my master's cock. "Mmmmmm, I love my master's cock," I shouted as my body convulsed in the most intense orgasm of my life. "That's my good girl," he replied, filling me again with pride that my response pleased him. "Your wife is my hot slut now, Timothy," he said to my husband. Tim nodded his head dejectedly. "Isn't that right, Toy?" he asked me as he continued to pump me. "Oh, yes! Yes, I'm your hot slut. I'll do anything for you, Master," I told him knowing full well that my husband could hear my every word. I could hardly believe what I was saying. Calling a man I had just met my master and doing so right in front of my husband. But, that's exactly how I felt. I was his to do with as he pleased. I looked over at Timothy. He was sitting on the floor. His penis had gone limp in his hand. Perhaps, because he had shot his wad into his hand. It looked like he had sticky cum on his fingers. Perhaps, he was coming to grips with the realization that he had lost me as his dutiful, obedient wife. He knew I was Bill's slut now. My master looked at Timothy and told him he was going to fill me up with his cum and that Timothy needed to watch me take it into my pussy. "Cmon. Get over here," he yelled harshly at Timothy as if he were irritated at his slow reaction. Tim scooted up beside the bed to get a better view. I felt my master's balls tighten and his cock begin pulsing inside me. I felt his cum shoot into me and it sent me into a second orgasm. Bill groaned out loud. He groaned like a bull as he bucked against my hips. "This is how a woman should be fucked," I grunted and bucked my hips against his. Timothy watched as Bill's spunk filled me to overflowing. He watched me pushing my pussy against my lover's hard cock and he watched as the thick white discharge slipped out of the sides of my pussy and onto the bedspread. "That's my hot slut," My master praised me again. Once he was finished, he released me from my bindings. I barely moved when he freed my arms and legs, except to pull away my blindfold. Master got dressed and after much pleading from me, he agreed to stay for a drink. It gave me a chance to serve him and show him how much I appreciated him. He allowed me to get dressed into something sexy for him. He let my husband get dressed to. But, he made him keep my panties on until after he had gone. As he was leaving, he kissed me goodnight and promised to contact us both very soon. "We'll be waiting," I told him as he pulled the front door closed behind him.