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The Tale of Mrs Leigh Ch. 01

By: sussexslutwife



I still don't understand how I came to be the creature I am. I have bleached blond hair, piercings and tattoos in places that a few years ago I would blush at the mention of their names. A cunt and asshole that are both permanently stretched and waiting to be filled. Worst of all I have an insatiable desire and will do anything if a man takes control of me and tells me what to do. I have undergone a total transformation of what I was in looks and in personality. The changes started slowly at first and then gathered pace until I have become a complete and total slut.

When this story starts I was a married mother, I loved my children, was comfortable with my husband and generally had a happy life. I was 32, 5ft5, in between plump and having a good figure, a typical mum's figure. I was still pretty with dark brown eyes and hair and a face that looked younger than my 32 years. My kids were 9 and 11 and I had been married for 12 years.

If you're married you probably know how it is. You feel comfortable with your husband, you adore your kids and you get on with life. There was never any romance, never any passion and few arguments. I suppose you would call it a comfortable existence. Financially we were secure. My husband made good money as an accountant. He was a partner in one of the major Accountancy firms.

I decided to go back to work; both my children were away at Boarding School. If you are not familiar with England you may not know that the children of richer people get packed away to Prep schools at the age of 8. It is a miserable practice and I cry for the first few days of every term as my 2 boys are both taken away from me. The more I think about it the more I hate it. It's inhumane on boys and mothers alike. John my husband accepts it as normal, after all he was sent away at 8, as was his father, his grandfather his great... You get the picture.

As you can imagine, to go from being full time Mum to full time layabout is quite a shock. The first few days were great when I wasn't busy crying my eyes out. But it started to get very boring very quickly. Sure I could take hours to cook a delicious supper for John; I could go and have lunch with other mothers in the same boat. But when you have had an active life all this leisure time soon becomes very boring.

One of my friends had a brainwave, she got a job. And I thought I would get one as well. I broached the subject with John, he was not in favour but then, neither his mother nor his grand mothers had ever worked. He felt it was a reflection on him and his ability as a breadwinner if I worked. We debated the topic, as I said we had very few arguments, and in the end he gave his consent. Neither of us knew it but it was about the last thing that he ever agreed to in my life.

I was happy with him and so I put on my short black nightie as opposed to one of my many long white virginal ones. I like to reward John when he does something I like. When John sees this nightie, we have a marvellous pavlovian reaction. He always gets one of his little stiffys. That's right same as usual, quick kiss on the lips, tongue in once, lick and suck both breasts 30 seconds, Finger in my front bottom, stiffy in my front bottom, in out in out 5 minutes we can all go to sleep. The difference is John has the satisfied look of a man who has just done a good job. It used to annoy me and frustrate me because I used to get aroused. I don't get aroused any more and so it is just a chore having to wipe up the sticky mess. It also amuses me how we can have been married for so long and John has no idea that sex does absolutely nothing for me.

In the early days when we had just got married he used to excite me. I think he gave me an orgasm once. It was about the only time that we had ever done anything risky and we made love next to the Christmas tree in his mother's house. We had had a good snog under the mistletoe and one thing led to another. I guess it was the danger of being caught that made it more exciting and I had an actual orgasm. For a while after that I tried to make our love making more exciting, but it never changed.

I guess that explained my appearance. I wore my hair in short manageable style, my clothes were all muted colours my shoes were all sensible. I was the ultimate respectable married woman. 

I woke up the morning after with a spring in my step. My good mood towards John continued and I gave him a fry up for Breakfast, something he normally only gets at the weekend. To cut a long story short I got a job with the local estate agent as a PA. Like a lot of Gals my age I did a secretarial course when I left school and so although I was a bit rusty I could handle all the work.

My boss, William, appeared to be a lovely man. He was in his 50s over weight, balding not attractive to look at. But when you met him you were instantly at ease, he made you smile, and you trusted him. All of these had made him a very successful estate agent. I loved working for him, typing letters organising the filing, making him coffee. Everything I did for him no matter how small was always acknowledged, he made me laugh, he made jokes. It was good fun.

One day he called me into his office and said I have plans for you. At the time I was flattered but if I had known then what they were I am not sure I would have been so flattered. But he told me that he thought that I would be a great agent and he wanted to start training me up. I could continue to work as his PA so I would have a steady income but as I became successful he would find another PA. As he said "PA's are easier to find than people who are good with people and that is what you need to sell houses."

I had been going for a couple of weeks and he took me to one side and said " I think it would help if you dressed in brighter clothes and added some glamour, underneath all that tweed you are very attractive." Although it seemed very innocent it still made me blush. The upshot was that we agreed that when I got my first bonus from a sale we would go shopping together and buy some new outfits.

I got my first sale and the following Friday afternoon when we had no appointments we shut the office and drove into central London. He took me for some lunch at a very expensive restaurant. It seemed a bit odd, as I had been there with my husband, when he was entertaining his clients. William made me laugh through lunch, gave me a martini before hand, the best part of a bottle of wine, he drank very little, his excuse being he was driving and then a brandy with my coffee. By the end of it I was feeling a bit squiffy and off we went shopping. 

We bought a couple of suits and some blouses, or at least lets in my condition I was not able to choose. So I paraded around, William chose and I paid. When I thought we had finished William took me into another shop and said my treat. It was a designer dress shop. He made me try on about 6 dresses and he bought the last one. It was black and long and lovely. I felt very feminine. 

When I got home I tried to show John my purchases thinking that he might be interested in seeing a more glamorous me, but there was no interest. I had been all set to put on my black nightie but I did not bother.

On Monday morning I was getting dressed and put on my new suit. I was surprised when I started to put it on. It seemed to fit me rather more closely and the skirt was definitely shorter than I remembered it. But I knew it was what I had bought. I put on this grey suit with a skirt that was some way above my knee. I wore a new dark blue blouse that seemed to hug my breasts and was a bit sheer. I felt very embarrassed and rather out of sorts but William had made a big thing about me wearing my new clothes on Monday morning and he had made me promise to wear this out fit into work.

When I stepped into the office he let out a whistle, smiled his smile and told me I looked fantastic. I was very self-conscious and relieved that I was not doing any showings today. At lunchtime William said he was popping out for a while and he went away with a grin. He came back with a package from a well-known lingerie store and went straight through to his office. After about 5 minutes he called me in and said, "I have been a bit presumptuous, but as your husband did not buy you any new underwear I thought that I had better." He had arranged a couple of mirrors in his office and he made me look at my bottom. There was a really noticeable panty line. I blushed as I had remembered queuing in the sandwich shop for my lunch.

He passed me a package and said these are for you. Inside were 5 thong panties, in s different colours, blue, red, cream, white and of course black. He said, "I have bought you one for each day of the week. Which pair do you want to put on now?" 

I blushed again and said "I can't put them on here someone will see" He said don't be silly and left the room. As he was shutting the door he said, "Tell me when it's safe to come back"

Well what could I do, I thought for a second and then put on the white panties. They felt all strange and tight, my hair poked out of the sides and my buttocks felt very bare as they were only covered by a small strip at the back. I pushed my skirt back down and called to him to come back.

He entered the room with his jolly smile on his face. "I bought something else," William said and handed over another bag. Inside was a suspender and stockings. "These are for me, but that's because I am an old fashioned dirty old man and I like woman in suspenders. If you don't like them you can always sue me for sexual harassment."

He then picked up my old knickers, which I had left on his desk after changing and said He wanted to keep them as a souvenir of the old me.

By this time I was blushing furiously and walked out of his office and into the front of the office.

When it came to leaving time I went in to his office to say good-bye. He called me in saying "Claire please tell me what colour you decided to put on." Again I blushed and managed to mutter "White" 

"Let's play a little game! Neither of us knows whether you will wear those stockings tomorrow. It's your choice. But I will write on here what I think. Whether you will or won't wear those stockings. If I am right I get to see your underwear tomorrow. If I'm wrong you get the afternoon off to go to the beauty Salon and be pampered" He then wrote on the piece of paper sealed it in an envelope and then we both signed our names across the flap.

With that I walked out and went home. When I got home I ran upstairs and I put my new thong panties and stocking right at the back of my knicker drawer. I went into the bathroom to pee and again noticed that my bush was stickling out of the side of my new white panties. I felt a bit of a tingle from my front bottom, something I had not felt for ages. I relieved my self and felt very strange as I pulled up my new thongs, for the first time in ages I was sexually excited but I did not recognise it at the time.

I found it hard to go to sleep that night. I lay there thinking of my new panties and whether I would wear the stockings. What had William written on the paper? I really did not want to show him my knickers and the thought of the afternoon off was quite appealing. Oddly though, it was not a case of did I want to wear them but was I brave enough to wear them. I went to sleep thinking of jolly William thinking what a nice boss he was.

In the morning John had to leave early for work, which gave me more time to agonise over my decision. In the end I thought that William thinks that I am shy and retiring and so I wouldn't wear them and so I put them on. It seemed logical to me at the time. They were blue and so I put my blue pair of thong panties on at the same time.

I drove to the office and on the way I got that tingle in my front bottom.

I went in to the office and was given a hearty good morning by William. That was enough to make me blush. He laughed and said "I can see you have not forgotten our little bet"

With that he ushered me into his office. He handed me the envelope, I opened it and saw that it read 'The lovely Mrs Leigh will be wearing blue panties and stocking this morning'

I blushed and he knew that he had won. He told me to lift up my skirt. I hesitated and looked away from him. 

He said, "A deals a deal"

I could feel my blush deepening and at the same time I could feel the tingle down there getting stronger. I could feel my thingy getting a bit wet. Again he said, "I am waiting" reluctantly I lifted the skirt, as I did so there was the unmistakeable smell of an aroused woman in the air. I could feel the breeze on the front on my panties and it felt cool as if they were wt. "Oh my God" I thought "What if there is a wet patch on the front panel of my knickers" He asked me to turn round. I glanced briefly into his face and saw a look of lust but all he said was that I looked lovely and I had to do a twirl in front of him. 

Matching Bra

He then said, "You can still have the afternoon off to go to the beauty Salon. I would still have seen your knickers even if I had lost because I would have made you show them to me to prove me wrong. So it's only fair that I still let you go to the Salon"

I ran out of the room as fast as possible. I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life with a man who was not my husband, and he had not even touched me. I had to go to the ladies to tidy myself up. When I shut the door and pulled my skirt up I was appalled to see a large dark blue stain across the front panel of my panties and where it was wet it had turned slightly see through and my pubic hair was clearly visible. Through the fabric you could also see my swollen lips pushing outwards in a very vulgar display. I used some loo paper to dry myself of as best I could, went to the sink and washed my face and prepared to go to work.

The morning passed without incident and when noon came by William came out of his office and gave me the name and address of a beauty salon in the centre of town. When you get there ask for Jody and tell her that William Wyatt has sent you. I have asked her to give you the full treatment so have some fun.

I set off in my car and found and found Jody's salon. As I walked in I noticed it offered piercing and tattooing in addition to more normal beauty treatments.

I asked for Jody and a large woman who appeared to be in her mid forties appeared. She had short jet-black hair, too much black eye make up and was dressed in black jeans and a black leather vest. This was not what I had expected.

"You must be Mrs Leigh" she Said "Mr Wyatt has arranged everything" I had not thought about it before but it made be blush the way she mentioned my married name and Mr Wyatt all in the same sentence. It reminded me that I was here without my husband's knowledge, wearing stockings and a skimpy pair of panties.

She took me through to the room at the back and asked me to remove my jacket and then had me sit down in the waiting area. She brought me a glass of white wine and asked me to wait for a few minutes. It was warm in the room and although I sipped at the wine it was gone in a few minutes.

She came in and asked me to follow her to the salon, I sat in the chair she pointed to and said My Wyatt has arranged everything. She brought me a second glass of wine and set about her work. I was a bit surprised that she did not ask me what I wanted but I guess with the wine and the shock of what had happened in the last few hours I did not stop her or ask her what she was doing.

William had realised long before me that I had a submissive nature and so long as someone took control I would follow along.

After about an hour she had finished with my hair and was letting it dry and she started on giving me a manicure. It was at that point that I realised that there were no mirrors in the room and I could not see my appearance. She shaped and polished my nails and without asking she started to apply a dark red nail polish. At this point I said "I'm not sure about the colour" Her response was that it was what Mr Wyatt had asked for and he was paying and she just carried on.

I should have got angry and walked out but rather weakly I said Oh and sank back into the chair. Well William was paying for it I thought rather weakly. To appease me she fetched another glass of wine.

When she had finished my nails she started to make up my face with a lot more make up than I was used to. When she had finished she primped my hair for a minute or and then brought me a mirror round to the front. 

I did not recognise myself. My brown hair had been lightened with blond streaks and cut in a sharp new style. I was wearing bright red lipstick with matching nails.

Jody stood back and admired her work "That's quite a transformation. My Wyatt really understands how to change a woman. You look really sexy Mrs Leigh"

Without waiting for a response she took me by the arm and directed me to another room, this was darker than before and had a funny smell.

She asked me to strip down to my underwear.

No I replied. "Mr Wyatt told me to wax your arms, legs and your bikini line Mrs Leigh. He was most insistent"

I should have walked out at that point but I meekly did as I was told. I removed my blouse, skirt and stockings and stood there in my bra and panties. Jody told me to lie down on the bench and proceeded to wax my underarms, top lip and legs. Then she came to the part I was dreading, she folded the edges of the front panel of my panties inwards and pasted the hot wax on to the exposed hair. It was agony these hairs and been left untouched forever and suddenly they were being pulled away from my most sensitive area. When she had finished I had tears in my eyes, whilst Jody had a knowing smile on her face.

She left me to get dressed.

Once dressed I headed to the front of the shop and she said, "Mr Wyatt has made another appointment for you in 2 weeks time he thinks that you will need waxing again because the hair grows back quite quickly initially. Mr Wyatt must be very concerned with your appearance Mrs Leigh" with that last remark she winked.

I turned and ran from the salon feeling more humiliated than I had ever felt before.

When I reached the safety of my car I sat and tried to collect myself. I was stunned about what I had done in the last 24 hours. I had let a man buy me stockings and then worn them for him and showed them to him. He had arranged for me to have my hair cut to his preference and under his instructions to the owner of the salon I had allowed myself to have my Bikini line waxed. What was happening to me? But the most worrying thing from my point of view was the whole experience was turning me on. As I sat in the car I could smell myself and I had a really strong urge to rub my damp front bottom.

As I was starting the car my mobile rang. It was a company one and I had been instructed not to give the number to anybody so whenever it rang I knew that it was William. He asked me to come back to the office as one of my clients had some questions and we needed to deal with them today I meekly complied without thinking.

When I reached the office the door was locked as it was passed 6pm. William came through to the front and opened the door. He had a big smile and said I looked gorgeous, and that I looked refreshed and that pampering was obviously good for me. 

I sorted out the client's problems in about 15 minutes and went into his office to say that I was leaving.

"Aren't you going to say Thank you," He asked

"Thank You William I replied it was a real treat to be so pampered this afternoon"

"Show me your pants again I want to see them without all that hair"

"I know you let Jody do your Bikini line she told me. Show me now!"

I did I lifted up my skirts and showed him my denuded panty line. He stood up and reached out with his fingers and then delicately caressed me where my hair had been. I flinched but did not move away or drop my skirt. His touch felt so exciting. But it was over in a moment and he returned to his seat.


The Tale of Mrs Leigh Ch. 02



I just want to preface this part with a message for my critics who seem to find it hard to understand the difference between fantasy and reality. I want to assure them that in the writing of this fantasy no animals, wives or sluts were hurt. For those of you who commented on the first part thank you. Each and every one of you is giving me encouragement. For those of you worried about why Mrs Leigh did not run to the nearest lawyer to complain about sexual harassment then understand I do not fantasise about a meeting with a lawyer. I do fantasise about being made to do things I find humiliating. So on with the story. 

*

Friday dawned and John had left earlier than usual, I suspect he may have been a little cross about being rejected the night before. I felt a little guilty as I had my shower and prepared to get myself ready for work. William had specified the black underwear and I slipped the panties on. Once I had pulled them up they felt a little funny but I was not quite sure why. In the end I put it down to still finding thongs unusual. The bra was lower cut than the others and my nipples were just showing above the cup. It was also padded and gave me a very visible cleavage. I took some time over my make up, a long skirt, no I was not going back to my old days it had a slit well above the knee and showed lots of leg. 

All the new blouses that I had were so sheer that my bra was visible, which meant if people looked closely they would notice that my nipples were free. Finally I slipped on my heels. I looked at myself carefully in the mirror and I had to admit that I certainly was looking good. I don't think that I had ever looked this sexy before. As I turned to leave I felt a little pang that this look was for William and not for my John. But more worrying it was for my boss who was blackmailing me. I suddenly felt sick and scared because I had no way of knowing where all this was going.

Upon my arrival at the office I went straight through to William's office. He was waiting for me behind his desk and he waved his arm imperiously. He wanted his morning show to start straight away. I started to unbutton my top and my tits in their bra were displayed, I moved on down to my skirt and removed that as well. I could feel my pussy begin to swell and become slightly wet. 

"Spread your legs!" William Instructed. As I did so my pussy pushed its way through my panties. I could feel the air on my wet and open lips. 

"I knew crotchless panties would suit you." I realised what was happening and why the panties had felt funny this morning. My pussy was beginning to gape and the aroma of female arousal was filling the room. William had a clear view of my privates for the first time. I just stood there with my legs apart letting him look. The longer he looked the more turned on I became and the less able I was to resist him.

"Please sit on the chair" He pointed at a chair placed directly opposite his desk. I sat down and I realised that William had a clear view of my front bottom clad only in crotchless panties and stockings.

"Very Nice, I knew you would have a lovely cunt!" I grimaced I hated that word, it was so dirty. I had not used that word since I was at school. Stupidly I just sat there blushing while William watched and grinned and waited. William realised that he had me under his complete control at this moment. He knew he could make me do anything he wanted so long as he was patient. I of course had no clue. I had never been involved in sex games before, domination, submission control. They were just words.

"When was the last time you masturbated?"

"Err a couple of evenings ago." 

"Since you have been dressing up for me, how many times have you masturbated?"

"Once" I replied blushing furiously, why was he asking me these embarrassing questions? And then it became abundantly clear.

"I want you to masturbate for me now, Mrs Leigh. It seems that you have been masturbating because of me and giving yourself pleasure because of me. I think that it is only fair that you should give me the pleasure of watching you WANK!"

"I can't, I'm married, I've never let anyone see me play with myself before. I can't, you won't make me"

"Mrs Leigh look at yourself; you are sitting practically naked, with your wet cunt on display quibbling about playing with yourself. I can see that this talk is getting you more aroused" He was right of course, I could feel myself getting aroused and I could feel my hand moving towards my thing.

"Mrs Leigh, I am not asking you to do anything that you do not do at home. You have already told me that you recently played with your cunt you had a wank a couple of days ago." The use of the word cunt sent a tremor through my body. I had heard "Cunt" before but never in relation to myself. I always thought of my thing as my thing or front bottom never as a cunt. The sheer nastiness and rudeness made the top half of my body blush and the bottom half get even wetter. 

Unlike my husband William was very aware and noticed every change in my body. He had spotted straight away the effect "Cunt" had on me. "Mrs Leigh, don't make me ask again I want to see your fingers in your cunt now! You already play with yourself so I am not asking you to do something you are not already doing! If you are worried about me touching you don't. The time is not right for me to touch your cunt"

My fingers began to move towards my front bottom. I could not believe it, here it was not even 9 O'clock in the morning and I was about to masturbate in front of someone for the first time and it was not my husband. It was less than 2 hours ago that I was sleeping peacefully next to the man I married. Whatever my thoughts it was William who controlled my hands and they made their way steadily to my front bottom.

"That's it move your hand down through your bush, touch your lips, feel how wet your pussy is, slip a finger into your pussy. It slips in so easily because your cunt is sopping wet. You are so turned on by being told what to do by me. You like me to take charge don't you."

"That's it carry on playing you know what to do don't you, you like to rub your cunt. Touch your clit. You are a slut aren't you? Here you are a married woman playing with you cunt in front of man who's not your husband. Look at yourself"

With that he moved a full length mirror in front of me and I could see my wide open front bottom framed by the black crotchless panties. My fingers were alternating between rubbing my lips and moving in circles around my clit. Seeing myself like this sent a jolt through my body and I felt myself getting even wetter.

"Mrs Leigh tell me what you are doing?"

I felt ashamed when I heard my married name, I thought of my husband and I thought of what I was doing and my hand moved faster.

Again William saw the effect of his words and how calling me Mrs Leigh both embarrassed me and turned me on all at the same time.

"Mrs Leigh, tell me what you are doing?"

I did not respond, but I just kept on rubbing myself. I could hear a wet squelching sound everytime my fingers entered my front bottom.

"Mrs Leigh what are you doing?"

I looked up at William and moaned, I could not say anything I did not want to say anything. If I said out loud what I was doing it would be real, it would be true.

"Mrs Leigh tell me what you are doing?" Again I did not answer.

He brought up the envelope with John's address. "Remember I can drop this in a post box; now tell me what are you doing?"

"I'm playing with myself"

"What are you playing with?"

"I'm playing with my front bottom"

He laughed when he heard me say that. 

"You are not playing with you front bottom, Sluts have cunts. Now what are you playing with?"

"I am playing with my thingy"

"Don't be stupid if you don't say cunt I will stop you from coming"

Somehow he understood things about me. I realised I was desperate to come, my fingers were moving so fast, I was sweating, I was moaning. I could not stop myself.

What are you doing? 

"I am playing" and I moaned hoping that would be ok

Suddenly my hands were gripped and lifted away from my front bottom.

"Look at yourself in the mirror. Look at how your legs are wide open. How you are showing me your cunt, how your lips are swollen. How you clit is erect. Is that how a loyal wife behaves in the office or is it how a slut behaves?" He asked me loudly

"Answer me!" "Are you a loyal wife or a slut?"

I whispered "slut".

"That's right and sluts have cunts. Now take your randy little cunt back to your office. Don't wash yourself and don't touch yourself. You are going to work all day smelling like a dirty slut. When you queue up to get my sandwich people will think the tuna is a bit off today."

"Go and do some work!"

I was so embarrassed. I could not believe what I had been doing in his office; I could not believe that I had been playing with my cunt in his office. The word cunt had just appeared in one of my thoughts. I went back to my office. The crotchless pants did nothing to soak up my juices. When I sat down I was careful to make sure my dress was away from my front bottom so it would not get stained. But worst of all I was still so randy I wanted to touch myself I wanted to make myself come. Why had he stopped me?

The rest of the day William ignored me. He barely looked up when I brought him is lunch. He emailed my work instructions. I don't understand it but I felt guilty, I felt it was my fault that there was this tension between us. Looking back, I can see that he knew exactly what he was doing. He knew how to play me to.

In the middle of the afternoon he asked me to post a letter for him. I went through and picked up the envelope and was about to put it into my hand bag. He said to me "please read me the address I just want to check it's the right one."

I read out the following.

Mrs W Frobisher 22 Sheldon Drive Scunthorpe Yorkshire

"Good you can say the word, I was worried you actually had a physical disability about saying CUNT."

Later he called me into his office just before it was time to go home. He looked up from his papers and asked me a question

"Did you want to come this morning?"

I blushed at the bluntness of the question. I stood their mutely for a few moments and I could feel the heat of embarrassment spread across my face, my shoulders my breasts. I seemed to have a reaction every time I blushed with William. My nipples became engorged with all that blood.

"I asked you a question. You are not going to leave until you answer me!"

I felt like a child being spoken to by the head master. Still I stood before him unable to speak. I guess I did not know how to answer. I knew the answer, it was yes of course, but I wanted to save myself from the humiliation of admitting it to William.

"Well?"

"Yes" I whispered

"I did not hear that"

"Yes" I managed a bit more firmly.

Good now lift up your skirt and show me your cunt.

I did as I was told my hands moved to the bottom of my skirt and I lifted it up. Passed the black panties and I held it above my waist. I was in the same pose as I had been doing all week. But that seemed just innocent fun. Now it seemed dirty and my front bottom was enjoying the dirty feelings even if I wasn't.

"Are you wet?"

"Yes" I replied

"Do you want to come now?"

"Yes" I replied

"What will make you come?"

"Playing with my self"

"Playing with what?"

"My Thingy"

"Your What?"

"Put your hands on your cunt!"

"That's a good girl feel how wet your cunt has become. You are a slut with wet gaping cunt just waiting to come."

I could feel myself get more aroused, I was getting close to coming.

"What are you doing?"

I had to say the C word; I needed to come so badly

"I am playing with my cunt." I said the last word so fast you could barely hear it

"What?"

"I am playing with my CUNT!" I said loudly and then looked around to make sure no one could hear.

"STOP!" William shouted

"Now my slut you need to understand that when I tell you to do something you do it the first time I ask you."

My hand stopped moving, I could feel myself on the verge but I was not going to go over the edge.

"Stop!" William repeated. "Now Mrs Leigh I want you to give me 10 other words for cunt. When you can give me 10 synonyms, and I don't want to hear front bottom, then I will let you come in front of me. Do you understand?"

"Yes" I said quietly looking down at the ground.

"Good now go home. Do not wank at home or fuck your husband. Remember to do the research. Good night." 



The Tale of Mrs Leigh Ch. 03



I arrived home and I was a nervous wreck. I had this amazing cocktail of feelings running wild. I was turned on, I was humiliated, I wanted it to stop, I could not wait for Monday and I certainly did not know how I was going to get through the weekend.

As always I was home before my husband. I went straight upstairs to the bathroom, where I striped off. The smell of arousal filled my bathroom and my pubic hair was matted together and stuck to my inner thighs. I stepped into the shower letting the water wash over me, I started to soap myself and as I washed my front bottom I began to feel aroused once more and I started to play with myself. I was still so turned on. Never before had I been so close to coming as I was when I was masturbating in front of William and then being made to stop not once but twice. Although I felt embarrassed and turned on I needed to come and started to play with myself. Then I remembered William had forbidden me to wank. I groaned as I stopped. One half of me said he is never going to know, carry on, the other, I now know it's my submissive half, said you can't disobey William. The submissive side won out.

With a groan I stopped and stepped out of the shower. I dried myself and dressed in some loose clothes and set about making dinner for my husband. It was at that moment that my sub conscious knew William was in control. It took much longer for my conscious to realize that William was in control and that I would do anything that he asked of me.

The weekend was pretty uneventful except I kept thinking "how am I going to find out all those nasty words?" I debated constantly with myself about whether I would look up those words. The mind is so weird; I knew I should not, that I should resign from my job and stop whilst I was ahead. I knew that even if William showed my pictures to John our marriage would survive. But at the same time I knew in my gut that I was going to look up those words.

I did put it off as long as possible. On Sunday evenings John goes down to the village pub and has a few beers with whoever is there. He finds it a good way to relax before he starts the week. I sometimes go with him, but really the pub is more of a boy's thing.

So a few minutes after he left I sat down in front of the computer. I went to the BBC website and various others and then I went to Google and typed in "synonyms for Vagina". I blushed as I typed it in. Wikisaurus was one of the top listings and I clicked on it. But that made me feel really bad. Over the years I had turned to Wikipedia to help with my kid's homework and now here I was reading words like "cunt" on the same website.

There were more than 10 there were dozens of words for vagina. I don't know why but I felt reassured when I saw that Front bottom was listed: bearded clam, beaver, beef flaps, cooze, cunny, cunt, box, fish taco, front bottom, fanny (UK), fur burger, gash, hair pie, hatchet wound, kebab (UK), kitty, meat curtains, minge, muff, pink taco, poonani, poontang, pussy, quim, slit, snapper, snatch, trim, twat, vag long g sounds like a j)

This story is quite educational. But what kind of disgusting person would refer to their Front Bottom as a minge or meat curtains. I read the list and as I did so I began to feel myself getting turned on. God what sort of woman am I becoming.

Monday morning came and I was in turmoil. John had left so he could catch the 6:22 train to London. I had a couple of hours to get ready. I kept thinking that I would dress in my normal underwear and clothes. I would tell William it was all over. Then I would think no, there is no harm in wearing my new underwear because it was nicer than my old and I will still tell William that it is all over. But all the while words like Fish Taco would swim to the front of my mind, as I opened the curtains I immediately thought of Meat Curtains. And when I did I would picture my very own gash and how it had looked in the mirror in William's office. It was so pink, wet and swollen just like.....

In the end I compromised, I wore some sexy underwear and stockings but under some rather frumpy outer clothes. But I still had a skirt on so I could still easily exhibit what I was wearing underneath. As I drove to the office I could feel myself turning on. I was still saying to myself I am going to stop this when I get to the office, but my gash knew better.

I arrived at the Estate Agents and went straight to my office; I got my desk straightened and was ready for the working week ahead. But I am sure you can understand that I was not thinking about the working week.

My phone rang and I jumped. William was on the other end and said "Morning, aren't you going to bring my coffee?"

I had tried to put off seeing William off for as long as possible. I made his coffee and went into his office.

He looked me up and down. "I hope you are dressed properly underneath. I bought those clothes for you to wear into the office. They are for me. Now show me what you have on underneath!"

I said "William this has got to stop, I am married, I love my husband, I have to stop showing myself to you"

"My dear Mrs. Leigh. I know you are married, I know that you know that you are married but I also know that you are wearing a pair of pants that I bought for you, not your husband. I am willing to bet that your pussy is soaking wet."

"I am going to come over there and put my hand on your cunt. If it is dry then I will leave you alone and this comes to an end. I will give you all the pictures and we will go back to a normal working relationship." 

"If your pussy is wet then you are going to masturbate in front of me"

"No leave me alone" I knew if he touched me I would be undone.

He got up from his chair and stood right in front of me.

"Pull your skirt up!"

"Pull it up"

My hand went down and I started to lift my skirt. I was embarrassed exposing myself like this. I prayed that somehow I would not be wet but I knew that prayer would only be answered by a miracle and God was not going to favour a sinner like me.

He looked at my panties, he did not even have to touch me, there was a dark stain on the front. 

"Well my dear it looks like I know you quite well. It looks to me that Mrs. John Leigh is ready to have a wank in front of her boss"

His deliberate use of my married name made me shudder but it turned me on. He pointed to the chair and said. "Take off your panties and sit down."

I just moved to the chair opposite his desk. I pulled off my wet panties and sat down after pulling up skirt. Conscious thought had finished, I knew I was turned on, I had been for 3 days and done nothing about it, I could not wait to start playing with myself.

I reached down for my front bottom. "Wait!" said William "Have you done your homework?"

"Yes" I replied and went to touch myself

"Well tell me what you have learnt"

"Vagina"

"You can do better than that

"Quim"

"And"

"Beaver, gash, snatch" I carried on.

As I spoke my hands went back to the above mentioned part of my body and this time he did not stop me. I gently caressed my lips and circled my clit. The movements were getting faster and the pressure harder.

"Give me some more names!"

"Pussy, twat"

"Tell me how your cunt feels!"

"It feels good, god I want to come"

"What feels good?"

"My Cunt feels good"

And as I said that I came with a loud grunt followed by a big sigh.

"Good girl, you did very well this morning. Mrs. Leigh you are going to be my little slut with a great big wet cunt."

I was so overcome I did not really hear what he was saying.

He gave me a couple of minutes to recover and then told me to get out of his office and to get back to work. He kept my panties with him.

About 30 minutes later he called me back into his office. He handed my crumpled up panties and told me to put them on. As I did so I saw they were soaked in semen.

"That's disgusting!" I said "you can't expect me to put these on."

"I think I can Mrs. Leigh. I would not have given them to you if I didn't, now put them on."

I put them back on his desk, turned and walked towards the door.

William spoke in his quiet but commanding voice. "Mrs. Leigh you really do not have much choice do you? I have a pair of panties on my desk. These panties belong to you and they have the come of a man other than Mr. Leigh. What do you think your husband will do if he receives these panties with corroborating DNA?"

Silently I walked back towards his desk. I picked up my soiled panties. I bent down and pulled them over my shoes and up my legs. I held the front part, the spunk covered part away from body for as long as possible. Finally they were pulled all the way up and I could feel cold wet semen pushing against my front bottom. 

Yuck it felt disgusting and I flinched.

On the other hand William just smiled.

I walked back to my office and tried to work. I couldn't every time I started to concentrate on something I would feel squelching going on down below and my mind would replay the events of the morning. The awful thing was that no matter how awful it felt to be wearing these disgusting panties I was excited by the morning's events.

The day went on fairly normally. Although this whole saga started with me smartening up my appearance so I could get involved directly with clients and show properties, most of my day was spent doing office work for William. Today I was glad I was doing office work. I certainly did not want to meet any clients today.

At 5:30 William called me into his office.

"Please take off your panties. I think I want to keep them and add them to my evidence of your infidelity."

"But I haven't been unfaithful."

"Well with the way you are carrying on and the evidence I am putting together I am sure your husband will be convinced of your sluttish ways."

"Now take off your panties!"

I know it sounds stupid that I was giving him more hard to explain evidence but I found myself meekly handing over the incriminating panties. I drove home with nothing covering my pussy

The next morning I arrived at the office and went straight to William as I was now expected to. I raised my skirt to show him my complete outfit for the day. I was wondering what he was going to make me to do today.

"Put your finger in your cunt and show me how wet and slimy it is."

Needless to say it was very wet indeed. On the drive over I had been thinking about what would happen in the office and it had turned me on.

I reached down pulled my pants to the side and slipped my finger into my pussy. I slid in very easily and when I pulled it out it was glistening.

"Show me, hold it up to the light."

My finger shone wetly in the light, it was easy for William to see just how turned on I was.

"Do you want to wank for me?"

"No" I said but even as I said no I knew it was a lie as did William.

"OK don't but lick your finger for me. Get a quick taste of cunt because I am sure you will be having more later."

I licked my finger and tasted myself. It was a pretty strong musky flavour. I was neither disgusted or in raptures by the flavour. It was OK. When I had finished I straightened my panties and smoothed my dress.

William announced that I was to go and view a house at midday. He said the owner had asked for me personally. It was a Mrs. Fuller.

I looked confused because I had never heard of a Mrs. Fuller

He handed me the directions and told me to pop into his office before I left.

At 11:30 I went to William and he said I am going to make this more enjoyable for you. Please take your panties off.

I hesitated do as your told you know I can make you.

This was getting all too familiar; there I was reaching up under my skirt to pull my panties off. I pulled them off, they were blue today, and gave them over to William

I held them up to his nose.

MMMH Fruity

Blushing I walked out of the door and headed off for my appointment. I was nervous I had not seen many houses by myself and I did not want to look like an idiot. To add to the pressure I could feel the wind whistling around me nether regions and knowing I was pantiless was turning me on.

I drove to the house and came across a large detached house in about an acre of garden. Even to my inexperienced eye this was going to be a really expensive house. If I managed to sell this there was going to be an awful lot of commission. I was more determined than ever to make a good impression.

I knocked on the door. It was opened by a woman. 

Mrs. Fuller?

She smiled and said no I am the maid. Let me take you through to the study.

I followed the maid into the study

Mrs. Fuller will be with you shortly.

I looked around me; there was an antique desk with the latest flat screen monitor and other business like paraphernalia.

The door opened and in walked Mrs. Fuller. She turned and looked at me and I felt myself blushing. Mrs. Fuller was the woman from the shoe shop. 

"Mrs. Leigh how nice to see you again. I hope you are not wearing the same as last time."

I blushed even deeper as I remember how she had felt my cunt in the middle of her shoe shop. 

"Pull your skirt up and show me whether you are full dressed or not."

"Do as you're told. I will tell William if you don't and he will punish you and make your life difficult."

Slowly I pulled my skirt up to my waist and she could see that yet again I was out and about with my front bottom uncovered.

"What a slut! Here you are coming to a stranger's house with no panties. I bet you were hoping that Mr. Fuller was going to be here and he would give you a good seeing to."

She reached out and touched my pussy hair. Gently she caressed it and then she moved her finger down towards my pussy. She slipped it between my lips and up into me. Like this morning's finger this one slipped in so easily. "You randy little bitch!" She said

She pulled her finger out and held it up to my face. I could smell myself

"Suck it"

She moved it towards my mouth and gently pushed it against my lips. For the second time today I tasted myself. I felt so dirty and ashamed. There I was sucking my cunt juices off the finger of another woman and it was turning me on.

"This time I want to look at you properly. Take your clothes off."

I really did not think that it was proper for a married woman to be stripping naked in front of another married woman. Especially not one who had just put her finger in my cunt. God I was changing I realized I was using the word cunt in my thoughts; I was turning into a slut.

I hesitated and Mrs. Fuller slapped my face. It was not very hard but it got my attention. "Mr. Wyatt said to remind you that if you did not do as you were told he would meet John at the station this evening."

I could not have that; I could not have John thinking that I was sleeping around. He would leave me what would happen to the children.

I started to strip, there was not much. I unzipped the dress and lifted it up over my head. There I was standing in front of another woman wearing my bra, stockings, garter belt and high heels. Please remove your bra. I pulled the straps off my shoulders and turned the bra round so the catch was at the front. I undid it and pulled it off. As you can imagine when you reach my age and have had a couple of kids your once perky breasts have begun to droop. My boobs had never been very big and quite nicely shaped and their lack of size helped me here, but they did sag a bit.

I could not understand why I was finding it so easy to do as this woman said. I seemed to have lost my free will.

"Leave on your stockings and your heels. They make you look much more slutty than the prim housewife you pretend to be."

"Kneel down."

I knelt down facing her and she walked towards me. She lifted her skirt up and I was faced with her pussy. It had no hair. I had never seen anything like it. It was all pink with a slit in the middle.

She let go of her skirt with one hand and reached to the back of my head. She pulled my face towards her. She pushed my nose into her cunt. 

"Smell Me!"

I breathed in and realized she smelt the same but different to me. I had one of those stupid thoughts as I smelt the difference. Was it her diet that made her smell different or was it something else.

She just held me there and then I felt her skirt falling down over my head and I felt her hand on my head. She pulled me towards her cunt and the aroma was stronger as I was now in an enclosed space. 

I had never had any desire to have sex with other women. I had never even thought about it but I found myself moving closer and closer to her shaven cunt. The smell of a woman's arousal was surrounding me and it was turning me on. I wanted to lick her cunt. I wanted to taste and enjoy her pussy. 

My tongue found its way to those shaven lips and it licked upwards. The taste was strong, musky and sexy. I licked again, I wanted to taste more of her pussy. Slowly I licked around her outer lips and I could feel them swelling under the ministrations of my tongue. Then I used my tongue more forcefully and was able to push it in between her outer lips and I found myself lost in her inner sanctum. The taste now was sharp and almost over powering but I needed more. The more I licked the wetter the cunt became.

Mrs. Fuller removed her hand from the back of my head. It was not needed anymore as she realized that I was into sucking her pussy. She moved both of her hands to her cunt and spread it apart for me. This was the first time I had ever seen a cunt up close and personal. Sure I had looked at mine but never when it was aroused and soaking wet. But also I had never looked at mine from a couple of inches. Man it was so pink and glistening wet. I wondered if mine looked the same, I was so turned on it certainly felt the same.

As I had that thought I continued to suck and lick at Mrs. Fuller's cunt but my right hand drifted down to my own cunt, pussy, front bottom. I touched it and felt how wet it was my index finger was swallowed to the knuckle.

"Take your hand away"

I moaned into her cunt as I removed my hand from my own.

"Just make me come. Mr. Wyatt said you would try and touch yourself because you are a slut. But he told me to make sure you did not come"

As she was speaking she started to buck against my face. She was grinding her whole cunt over my face. Her lips were smearing her juices over my whole face and into my hair.

She began to jerk uncontrollably and then she was suddenly rigid and she held my face still as I continued to lick on her clit. Then with a gasp she pushed my head away and lay there recovering.

I realized what I had done and started to sob uncontrollably. I had just had sex with someone other than my husband and to make it worse it was with a woman and it turned me on. God was William turning me into a lesbian? What was happening to me? I stayed on my knees beside the bed with my head in my hands. What would my husband say if he could see me now? If he saw me like this he would divorce me for sure and he could take the children with him. I felt like I had just thrown away my 12 years of married life. My sobbing became uncontrollable as I felt totally lost.

My crying roused Mrs. Fuller from her post coital reverie.

"Shut up Slut"

That just made me sob harder.

She reached down over me. She pulled my left hand away from my face and slapped me hard with her right hand. "Stop Crying you stuck up bitch. You really enjoyed getting down on your knees and sucking my cunt. Crying isn't going to make a difference. You are a slut and just accept it."

Her slap had brought me round and my heaving chest began to slow. But she was so wrong there was not going to be a next time. I did not know how I was going to get out of this situation but it was definitely never going to happen again.




The Tale of Mrs Leigh Ch. 04



I did beat my husband home and when he arrived I was soaking in the bath whilst my clothes of the day were soaking in the tub. John came up and sat on the edge of the bath and started telling me about his day. I could see him looking at my private parts with a bit of a quizzical expression. This was the first time that he had seen me with my trimmed bush. He did not say anything and I am not completely sure that he was sure anything was different. He left and kindly brought me a delicious glass of white wine. I am not sure he would have been so kind to me if he had known what his wife had been up today. 

It is heaven to lie in the bath and relax with a glass of wine. But the problem tonight was that my thoughts were not relaxing. I was in a mess and I did not know what to do about it. Well I did know what to do about it; I should leave the office and go back to being a stay at home house wife. And if I did that, would William show the pictures to my husband, would he tell John all about me being a lesbian? What would John do if he saw all this evidence would he leave me.

Then on the other hand John did not have to know what I was doing and although I did not want to admit it to myself my cunt was getting wet just thinking about the day's happenings. I could not believe that Mrs. Fuller had made me lick her cunt and that I had enjoyed it. Even stranger was that I was quite good at it and I had enjoyed giving her an orgasm. God am I a lesbian? Perhaps I don't like men any more?

I did not know what to do, at least not with any conviction but this is what I decided. I would have sex with John tonight to partially assuage my guilt and also to prove to myself that I was not a lesbian. Then tomorrow I was going to have to persuade William to stop forcing me to do all these dirty things. I had no idea how I was going to stop him but I was going to try.

That night after my bath and John and I had had dinner, I went upstairs and got out my one and only sexy black nightie. I put it on and came down to see John. Surprisingly he looked up from the TV and smiled at me. I am glad you are wearing your sexy nightie. I was just thinking how gorgeous you looked in the bath"

I sat beside John and we cuddled. Although he did not arouse me he did comfort me and feeling his arms around me gave me the resolve to really decide to end it with William. After the news we went up to bed and made love. It was our usual performance, over too quickly and only satisfying for half of the participants.

Wednesday morning came round and I dressed. Again I was caught up in the dilemma. I am going to tell William to stop humiliating me so I do not need to wear the naughty underwear. On the other hand I wanted William to be in a good mood when I told him and I did not want to piss him off by wearing my staid old knickers.

Decisions! Decisions! Decisions!

Well being British I compromised of course. I wore my sexy underwear under a plain blouse that I buttoned all the way to the top and a skirt that fell to well below the knee and some flat shoes. I was sweating as I drove towards the office. I had to stop what was going on but I was not sure how to do so except to try and appeal to William's better nature.

Looking back at this situation William played the situation beautifully. He really understood my submissive nature long before I ever did. He knew just went to push me, when to humiliate me, when to congratulate me and when to give me pleasure. He knew just how to get me to do anything he wanted.

This morning was a classic case of this.

I arrived at work and went straight to my office. I put my bag in its drawer and took my jacket off and was about to march into William's office. I looked on top of my desk and there was a large brown envelope addressed to John at his office address. Curious I picked it up and realized it was not sealed. I reached inside and pulled out the contents. On top was a letter that read.

Dear John,

I like to share happiness and I thought you might be interested in seeing just how happy your wife makes some of my clients. The other woman in the photographs and for obvious reasons I cannot tell you her name told me to let you know that your wife made her very happy when she went round to her house for a viewing. I hope you enjoy your viewing just as much as your wife obviously did, to make sure you do I have included a DVD.

I can also confirm that Mrs. Leigh makes me happy as well. If you would like to see some pictures of these episodes all you have to do is let me know and I will be happy to send them to you. Or better still you can ask your wife to bring them home personally.

With all happiness

William

I was shaking with fear and speechless. I ran from my office to William's clutching the envelope and its shameful contents. I could not let this go to John.

I ran in without knocking and interrupted William on the phone.

He put his hand over the receiver "Mrs. Leigh please knock when you come into my office. Please leave and come back with my coffee and make sure you knock."

I stood there not moving for a second. My brain was so busy trying to cope with everything that it took a while for what William had said to sink in.

"Mrs. Leigh...!"

I looked up and realized that there was nothing I could do and turned and left William's office.

I walked to the kitchen to make his coffee when I realized I still had the envelope and pictures in my hand. I thought I better put them away in case someone found them.

I made the coffee and went back to William's office. I knocked on the door and had to wait for ages before I heard him say enter. He had the upper hand and he knew how to rub it in.

I went into the office with my head down. This was not how I managed I would be speaking to William this morning.

"Good Morning my Lesbian Slut! I hope you are well this morning. Did my Dyke friend manage to have some hetero sex with her husband last night?"

I kept quiet just looking at a spot on the floor just in front of my feet. I could feel myself turning red with embarrassment. I am a married woman I am not a lesbian but I was a lesbian. I was bewildered and in that state you are never going to win any battles. William knew this and pressed on.

"Well Lezzie, did you have sex with your husband?"

"Yes" I mumbled

"Was it good? Did he give you fantastic orgasms? Did he convince you that men are better than women?"

Again I just stared down at the floor.

"We will talk about that later. Now come and give me my coffee."

"Good Girl! Now I am disappointed in your dress today. Those are not the outfits I bought for you. Let me check that you are at least wearing your slut uniform underneath your clothes."

I pulled my skirt up and showed him my knickers. Without thinking I did a little pirouette so he could get the 360 degree view.

"That's good. Now undo your blouse"

I unbuttoned the blouse and he could see my tarty little bra

"Take your blouse off!"

This was new I had always kept my blouse on for my morning parade.

I removed the blouse

"Now take off the bra"

I looked up sharply, I know I had wanked in front of William before but this was the first time that I had removed my bra for him in the office.

He had me so under control that I just meekly removed my bra.

"That's very pleasing. Look at the size of your nipples you horny lezzie slut. You are obviously turned on taking your clothes off in front of an old man. I am relieved I thought that you had completely gone over to the other side but undressing for me seems to turn you on just as much. I correct myself you are a horny bi slut."

"Now tell me why you ran in here without knocking and interrupting my phone call. I know you are an eager slut and you were probably keen to see me as soon as you got in. That is very gratifying but you must learn to curb your sluttish enthusiasm."

I remained quiet I did not know how to answer.

"Well did you come in here because you wanted to show me what a slut you were or was there something else?"

"I came in because you can't send these pictures to John. He will divorce me...My children" With that I started sobbing and saying I love my children, I love John I didn't want to loose them all.

William just sat there watching. He had a smug look on his face because now he knew I was his. From now on he was going to be able to get me to do anything he wanted whenever he wanted it to happen. He knew that if he wanted to he could stop the foreplay and get straight to the main event. But I was to learn William was like a cat, he liked to play with his victims for a long time before he finally enjoyed them.

When I had recovered William was straight at me again. "So you don't want to share the real you with your husband. You want to keep it as our little secret. You want to have a life that your husband knows nothing about."

"I was all set to share everything with your husband. I thought he would enjoy the real you. What husband would not like to have a slut to slip into when they got home? But if you insist on keeping it a secret I will go along with your wishes. You can't say I am not understanding."

"However, if you want to keep this as our secret you had better be a good girl. You will won't you?"

"Yes" I said in a very quiet voice. I knew as I said it that there was no going back. Now I was well and truly William's.

"Good now do you remember the questions I first asked, well I want you to answer them now. But first go and sit in your wanking chair, pull your skirt up and your panties to the side. Just look at all that hair, remind me to get you to have a little gardening done on your nether regions"

"Good Girl now show me how turned on you are. Show me your pussy, that's it slip your finger in your cunt. Pull it out. Look how that finger is dripping with your cunt juices. Say thank you to me for turning you on"

He had me now and I quietly said "Thank you William"

"Hold your cunt open let me have a look at that soaking snatch. Can you smell yourself? Your hot cunt is stinking out this whole room. Remember to give it a squirt of air freshener when you leave"

Every time he said anything to me which reminded me of position 2 things happened. The first was I would blush with embarrassment and then my cunt would gush with horniness. Blushing and Gushing had become my life with William.

"Now start playing with yourself, that's it now I want you to answer the questions I asked you. Was sex with John fantastic?"

I really did not want to answer this question. I did not want to be disloyal to my husband, but sex with John had never been fantastic and last night had certainly been no exception.

"Answer the question"

"No it was not very good"

"Did he give you an orgasm?"

"No" I managed to gasp out as I felt myself getting closer to orgasm.

"Is John a good lover?"

"He's OK"

"How often does he give you orgasms?"

"John's never given me an orgasm" I don't know why I said it. I could have lied; I did not have to humiliate John in that way. But I could not lie I was compelled to tell William the truth.

"So John is not even an OK lover. He is a crap lover. You are getting more pleasure with me and I have not even touched you."

"Did you get more pleasure from playing with Mrs. Fuller than fucking your husband?"

"Yes I did, she turned me on so much"

"So I guess that makes you a horny lezzie slut! Tell me that you are a horny lezzie Slut!"

"I am a horny lezzie slut! I'm a horneeeeeeeahhhhg" I came as I was saying it for the second time.

I don't know how William does it to me. I came into the office to tell him it was all over and he blackmails me into acting like a slut which I then enjoy and have a really strong orgasm. And he does it all without touching me.

As I come down from my orgasm, I thought I hate to think what I must look like. I am sure my make up is a mess. My cunt and inner thighs are soaking wet and my hands are covered in my juices.

He reaches into the cupboard opposite the chair and takes out a digital video camera. "You never learn do you? What do you think hubby will say when he finds out that you get more pleasure from women than you do from old Johnny boy? I think this will have to be added to the DVD."

I started to get up but was promptly told not to move.

He held the camera up and started to film me. I could see it zooming in and panning over my body. Again I felt the familiar blush and gush. I knew he was filming me and there was the unspoken threat that anything he filmed was going to be shown to my husband. Just knowing that turned me on. What was wrong with me?

"Open up your cunt. I want to get a close up. Show me the pink I think is the rather quaint expression that is used nowadays"

I reached down and as I did so I could feel my cunt getting wetter. I knew that my pink would be glistening for the camera.

"Oh you are an obedient wife aren't you? Do you do this for John when he asks you?"

"John would never ask me to do anything like this. He is not a pervy old man like you"

"You are right and that's your problem. You like obeying a pervy old man like me and dirty lezzies like Mrs. Fuller. You like it so much that you have started to play with your clit without me asking. You are playing with yourself in the full knowledge that I am filming you and that if I wish I will share this film with Johnny boy. I think that makes you an even bigger pervert. I am not the one cheating; I am not the one who prefers to lick a woman's cunt to sucking my husbands cock."

"Your fingers are moving faster as we talk. You are going to have an orgasm in a moment. Talk to your husband via the camera. Tell him you love wanking for me"

"I love wanking for William"

"Tell your husband"

"John I can't help it I love wanking for William"

"Tell him what a slut you are."

"John I am real slut. I sucked a woman's pussy yesterday and it really turned me on. I really wanted to come but she would not let. I had to come back to the office and tell William all about it and wank in front of him."

As I was talking to the camera I had another huge orgasm. The fact that I was so blatantly debasing my husband and my marriage was turning me on.

I have no idea where inside me this need for humiliation was coming from. I had never experienced it before, I had no idea that it existed. But William had, even though I have been working for him for a short time he uncovered my submissive need for humiliation.

He knew he had a slut to play with. We would have to see what games he devised. I realized that whatever they were I would play my part. I might tell myself it was because he was blackmailing me, but deep down I knew I would play William's games anyway because I wanted to.

William let me clean myself up and get dressed. He even let me keep my panties today. I went back to my office and did the filing that had piled up over the last couple of days. I chased up some prospective buyers and sellers and carried on normally.

The day passed uneventfully and I was even feeling normal towards the end of it. I was going home without feeling like a slut.

The next day started as per normal with me displaying my wares to William. He did not seem all that interested this morning and for one second I thought that perhaps he was getting bored with humiliating me. Oh I hoped he was.

In the afternoon he called me into his office and said he wanted to talk to me about my job. "Now it is only the 2 of us in the office and my original plan was to get you more involved in sales and for you to develop your own clients and to get someone else in to cover all the secretarial duties. However, you seem to be developing other interests and not really concentrating on your work. I also think that you probably do not want a third person in the office who might see the sort of things you get up to. So I think we will let you enjoy your peccadilloes and you will go back to being my Personal Assistant. I have to say I am pleased with the way you manage the office and look after my appointments you have been very efficient. I hope you appreciate the way that I am accommodating your exhibitionist tendencies."

I was lost for words; I was angry and blushing furiously with embarrassment. Not an every day mixture of feelings. How could he say it was my peccadillo? How dare he talk about my exhibitionist tendencies? I was only doing these things because he was forcing me. There were his peccadilloes and they were his voyeuristic tendencies.

"Now I have organized for some furniture to be delivered to your office. It will arrive tomorrow morning."

With that I was able to go home. That was definitely the easiest day that I had enjoyed since all this dressing up had started.

Wednesday morning arrived and I was in the office at 8:45. There was a large van parked outside and William was busy directing a couple of men carrying a large cabinet. It had a full length wardrobe on one side with hanging space; the other side was split with a half height cupboard with shelves and drawers underneath. It was the type of furniture that one would expect to find in a bedroom rather than in an office. Once they men had got the cabinet in position they came back and they fixed a curtain rail around it and hung some red velvet curtains that surrounded the cabinet.

William had not really spoken to me all morning and because the men were there I had not shown him my undies. I thought the whole cabinet thing was a bit peculiar but assumed that it was going to be filled with work clothes. 

After the men had finished in my office the men went back to the van and came out carrying a rowing machine. This they took into William's office. They put it beside his desk. I asked William if he was planning on getting fit.

His response shocked me "It is for you Mrs. Leigh, I think you are a little plump and I would prefer it that you looked a bit trimmer. I thought that it would save you time if you exercised here rather than went to the gym all the time. Now take off your jacket and let's see if this machine works. I don't want the men to go away without checking it out"

You all know by now that my blouses were pretty sheer and you could see the outline of my bra through the shirt. My skirt was pretty short and I knew that when I got down onto the rowing machine the delivery men would be able to see my stocking tops and even more.

"Hurry up Mrs. Leigh! These men are very busy and they have lots of deliveries to make"

"Can the men wait outside?" I asked

"Don't be so silly how can they check that it's working properly if they are outside? Now take your jacket off and start rowing"

I removed my Jacket. 

"Mrs. Leigh I think you had better take off your shoes. You don't see Steven Redgrave rowing in high heels"

I bent down to remove my shoes and as I did I could feel the tight skirt riding up and exposing my knickers to everyone in the room.

You guessed it. This caused me to blush and gush.

I was by now shoeless and I was moving over to the machine. Short tight skirts worn by plump ladies were not designed to be worn on a rowing machine. I got on the seat and as I moved it forwards I could feel my knees rising up and the skirt slipping down. I put my feet in the straps and started to row. With every pull on the oars my legs would straighten and I would be covered. But as I moved forwards my knees would come up and I would be exposing my panties. After about 10 strokes I stopped and said it seemed to be working fine. 

William told me to carry on as he had paid a lot of money for it and he wanted to make sure that it was working properly. I continued and as I did the gushing was having its effect. My light blue panties were going darker over my front bottom. With every stroke the stain was getting bigger and darker. Soon I could smell my arousal as I propelled myself forward.




The Tale of Mrs Leigh Ch. 04



I could also see that I was not the only one getting aroused. Both the work men were beginning to look a little tight in their trousers. They were staring intently at me and were obviously enjoying the show. Knowing that I had three pairs of eyes on me was turning me on.

William of course used the situation to embarrass me. He told the men that when he had bought me my first thong my pubic hair had spilled over the sides. "Mrs. Leigh had quite a bush so I sent her to a salon to get waxed and as you can see the view is much clearer now"

I was blushing furiously now and also beginning to sweat. As I sweated my blouse started to get damp in places and these of course became more transparent exposing more of my breasts to William and the delivery men.

All this embarrassment was turning me on and it was apparent to everyone.

William told me to stop rowing and as I made to get up he stopped. "Stay where you are Mrs. Leigh. Now push yourself back. That's right, pull your skirt up. These men have worked hard this morning. Let them see your panties. She is looking a bit wet down there isn't she boys. Now Mrs. Leigh I paid for those thongs and you are beginning to ruin them by getting them so wet. Please take them off."

I knew there was no point in arguing with William. He would just force me to take them off in the end. So I leaned forwards and slid my panties down my legs and off over my feet, I pit them on the floor beside me.

"Mrs. Leigh! I just said those pants were expensive. Don't leave them on the floor. Now give them to Jim so he can look after them properly."

I handed them to the older of the 2 work men. He reached forward and took them from me. He immediately lifted them up to his nose and breathed in deeply. "Gawd she must be so fucking horny! Dave have a whiff of these" and he handed them over to his mate.

Dave opened them up and had a good look before he moved the very wet crotch up to his face and he gave a very loud long sniff. "Can I keep 'em Sir?" he asked William. 

"Please be my guest, Mrs. Leigh won't need them. My Nanny always told me that you should never put wet clothes back on after you have taken them off. I bet you tell your children that don't you Mrs. Leigh"

He really knew how to embarrass me.

Just as I thought he could not get any worse he told me to play with myself.

"Mrs. Leigh play with your cunt. We can all see how aroused you are and it would be really churlish of me if I was to prevent you from having the orgasm that a randy slut like you really wants."

I started to play with myself on the small seat of the rowing machine. This time I had three pairs of eyes glued to my fingers as they rushed over my cunt. I had no need to build myself up I was so turned on. I attacked my clit with a vengeance

He turned to the men and apologised. "I am sorry so far she has only played with girls, so I am afraid that she cannot help you with your hard ons. But perhaps next time you deliver something here she may be better trained."

Hearing William refer to my only lesbian session pushed me over the edge and my fingers brought me off in front of these three men.

As soon as the show was over William ushered the men out of the office. I was left alone on the rowing machine and I was in no hurry to get up as I lay back in that post climactic haze.

William came back told me that I should get cleaned up.

Don't forget to wash that seat properly I don't want my office smelling of your cunt"

I hurried up and got myself sorted.

In the afternoon William called me up and told me that tomorrow he would get me some exercise clothes in the morning so I could start my work outs. I dreaded to think what those clothes would be like.