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Bored Fran Ch. 01

By: jonthechaosman



This story is about a bored wife and a quest for excitement. This is not a cuckolding story. This is more about Dom/sub and less about being tied up or inflicting pain. Hope you like it. As always please keep the criticism constructive, rather than destructive.

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Is it possible to be bored to death? I was beginning to wonder. My name is Fran. I am a 39 year old woman who is married to a loveable but boring man. Well, he isn't boring as much as he is settled. Up until 6 months ago my life was busy and full with a husband, two children, and a job. Now my son and daughter, fraternal twins, were off to college, I was in between jobs and puttering around an empty house. I love my husband but I wish he would break out of his shell and show some life, maybe show me something to get excited about. It isn't just his fault, of course. I share as much of the blame. More really, because he doesn't know that I need more excitement and I don't know how to tell him. I have never been good at expressing my wants or desires and he can't read minds. Our lovemaking is pleasurable but infrequent and tends to be the same old same old. I don't know what it is I want but I know I want something.

On Saturday night we attended a wedding of a friend's son. I must admit that my husband John and I clean up well for two forty year olds. John is 5'9" tall and though he has a little bit extra around the middle, he looks good in a suit even if he seldom wears them. His shaved head goes well with his goatee and he has the look of a bad ass biker with an adorable friendly smile. I was wearing a blue party dress that accentuated my 38D breasts and my bubble butt. I have a little bit extra around my middle as well but according to my husband, no one will look past my tits to see my waist. The wedding was beautiful and the reception was a blast. John had driving duties so I was hitting the cocktails a bit harder than I should have. On my latest trip up to the bar I noticed a tall handsome man watching me. 

He approached the bar and stood beside me as I received my drink. I turned to look at him and I was struck by his eyes. He was staring at me with an intensity I hadn't seen from a man in years. He looked me up and down and it seemed as if he was x-raying me with his eyes, or undressing me. It was hard to tell. I had frozen for a moment under his stare but I shook myself slightly and went to move past him when he spoke. 

"I know what you need." 

He then took out a business card and placed it into my bra without seeming to touch me at all and then slipped away through the crowd without a backwards glance. I was stunned. Nothing like this had ever happened to me and I had no idea how to react. I moved shakily back to our table and when no one was looking removed the card. It simply said, 

BORED? FEELING LESS THAN SATISFIED? I KNOW WHAT YOU NEED. CALL 2PM TOMORROW 

Underneath was listed a phone number. My head was reeling from the alcohol and the encounter. I still don't know why I didn't tell my husband.

2PM the next day I was dialing the number. My heart was in my throat and I was shaking so hard I could barely read the number on the card. 

The deep baritone voice from last night answered and said, "Hotel Bar. 45 minutes." 

And he hung up. He obviously meant the hotel bar where the reception was held but it was a 40 minute drive away. I took a minute to put on a nicer blouse and my best jeans and ran out the door. My mind was racing as I drove to the hotel. What was I doing? I was a married woman driving to a hotel bar to meet a total stranger, a very hot total stranger. Why was I compelled to do what this man told me to? Was I this desperate for something to shake up my life that I was willing to risk my marriage? When I walked in he was standing there waiting for me. 

"It's good to see that you follow directions. This is how the game will go. I will give you a cell phone. You will stop what you are doing, whatever you are doing whenever you receive a text from me. You will immediately follow the orders on the text. Failure to comply will result in punishment. Compliance will result in rewards. You will not tell anyone about this. You will not give explanations for your actions following my orders. I have no intention of destroying your marriage. The only person who may countermand my orders is your husband but only if it is in the form of a direct order. Asking or pleading is not good enough. If he is going to stop you he must order you to stop. You may end this game at any time by texting the words GAME OVER back to me at which point you will not hear from me again. You will not text me any message but game over. You will not contact me or attempt to find out who I am. I will be watching. I will know." 

He delivered this speech in a deep commanding voice and handed me the cell phone. When I looked at it I saw I had a message from the contact Master. I opened the text and read. 

"Go to the bathroom and masturbate until you cum. Do not wash your hands. Return to me." 

Without thinking at all I spun on my heel and headed for the bathroom. Entering the last stall I pushed my jeans down and sat down beginning to finger myself. I was surprised to notice that I was already wet. My normal way to get myself off involved a slow build up tracing my fingers around my nipples and clit but today that just wouldn't do. I was in a hotel bar bathroom with my pants around my ankles on the orders from my Master. My body felt like it was on fire and I was more turned on than I had been in years. I plunged my fingers into my steamy sex again and again almost viciously. My hand was a blur and in less than two minutes I came with a shudder, clamping my mouth shut to stifle the moans that were trying to break free. I pulled up my jeans and walked back to the bar leaving the bathroom smelling of sex. He took my hand in his and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply.

"Good girl," he said. "You may go home now."

Before I could say a word he was gone. I drove home feeling more confused than ever. I had just experienced the best orgasm ever courtesy of my Master and he hadn't even touched me. I had a Master! Boring Fran has been replaced by obedient and sexually charged Fran. I had never realized that I was submissive. It was a rush being told what to do. I was going to fuck my husband's brains out when he got home. As I pulled into the driveway I received another text. 

"You will not participate in any sex acts unless specifically ordered to do so by me or your husband. When your husband gets home you will greet him at the door naked and give him a blowjob to completion. You will swallow and thank him. You may masturbate yourself while doing so and you have permission to cum as a reward for following instructions earlier. When you are done you will get dressed and drive to the adult bookstore at 34th and Pine. You will ask the first man you see in the store to help you pick out a new vibrator. You will allow him to touch you if he chooses to. You will not touch him in any way. After your purchase you will return home and your instructions are done for the evening." 

Bored Fran Ch. 02



It won't make sense if you don't read chapter 1. Just sayin'.

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I was going out of my mind waiting for my husband to come home from work. My instructions were clear. I was waiting for him just inside the door naked. Blowjobs were never on my list of preferred sexual acts. I didn't mind using my mouth to get my husband ready for sex, something that has been more necessary as he has gotten older, but I hardly ever did it just to get him off. I almost always finished him with my hand just before he came, but I found myself looking forward to this. It wasn't that I was already horny; it was that it felt deliciously decadent to be doing it because my Master had ordered it.

When John walked in the door he had a moment to register that I was naked, but before he had time for more than a surprised

"What the..." 

I was on him. Pants and underwear down, his dick in my mouth. I sucked him like I was dying of thirst and it held life giving water. My hand was a blur as I pleasured myself while slobbering all over him and bobbing my head. I can't remember a time in my life, with possibly the exception of my honeymoon that I had spent a day so focused on my sexuality and I wanted him in me in the worst way. My instructions did not include fucking him and I had another mission to perform immediately afterwards but I found myself hoping that after the blowjob he would just take me there on the floor. He tried to warn me he was cumming so I could pull away but I grabbed his ass with my free hand, the other was VERY busy, and pulled him even harder into my mouth. I was shuddering in the throes of my second masturbation orgasm of the day when he flooded my mouth with his cum.

I stood up and started getting dressed he said 

"I have no idea what has gotten into you...but I really like it."

I smiled, licked my lips, finished getting dressed, gave him a scorching hot kiss and I walked out the front door saying "I'll be home soon" as I left. I drove across town feeling even more excited. It was incomprehensible to me that just yesterday I was a bored frumpy housewife and today I was feeling like a sex goddess. This unknown, until now, desire to follow orders had me insatiable.

When I walked into the sex shop I glanced around. The only customers I saw were female but then I noticed the clerk. He was a greasy looking short guy with straggly long hair and narrow eyes but it didn't matter. My orders had been clear. I walked up to him and asked him to help me pick out a vibrator. With a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes he looked me up and down before saying that he would love to. 

At any other time, being looked at like that by a guy as creepy looking as he was would have disgusted me but I found myself getting wetter instead. It didn't matter who he was or what he looked like, what was important was following my Masters orders and doing so made me hot. He led me to a wall covered in different vibrators and dildos and began describing functions and features of the various models. He picked up a display model and turned it on and began demonstrating the settings by rubbing it lightly on my arm making the hairs stand on end. When I made no protest to his actions he turned it up higher and began tracing it over my nipples before turning it to the highest setting and rubbing it on the front of my jeans. At this point, although I was very excited I felt that things were going too far so I said I would take it. I paid for my newest purchase and drove home.

When I got there my husband was watching T.V. and asked where I had been. I held up my purchase and said "Buying a toy" with a silly grin on my face. As I walked upstairs I put an extra wiggle in my walk. He jumped up and locked up, turning off the lights and followed me. When he got to the bedroom he asked if I wanted to fool around some more and I really wanted to but I remembered my Master's instructions, I could only have sex with my husband if he ordered me to do it, so I remained silent. I wanted to scream "Order me to suck you! Order me to fuck you! Order me to do anything and I'll do it!" His next words guaranteed me a lot of frustration.

"That's okay honey. Tonight was great and I loved it but I won't push you to do anything you don't want to. Let's just go to bed." 

I just said "I love you honey" and we went to bed. It took me forever to get to sleep. 



Bored Fran Ch. 03



It won't make any sense if you don't read the previous chapters. Just sayin'.

*

I was tired, very tired when the alarm woke me up the next morning. My husband John woke up with morning wood but much to my dismay didn't use it on me. I was willing but it would require a direct order from him or my Master for me to initiate any sex acts. He took a shower, got dressed, gave me a sweet kiss and left for work. An hour later I received another text from my Master. 

I told you that disobedience would be punished. I told you I would be watching. I told you I would know. You failed to thank your husband for the blowjob. You also gave him an explanation for your actions when you returned from the sex shop. You are not permitted to orgasm today. At 2pm you will report to Mistress June at 423 Jackson Street. You will be dressed in the dress you wore to the wedding. Pack a bag with a change of clothes. Remember, a simple text will stop this if you can't handle it. You can go back to your boring life.

I admit I was feeling a little scared. How did he know? Was our house wired for sound and video? If I had disobeyed at the sex shop would he have known? How closely was I being watched? What was this punishment going to be? But the overwhelming feeling was one of anger. He was challenging me by reminding me that I could quit. He was almost daring me to quit. In my determination not to let him down, I would take whatever punishment he dished out. I was not ready to go back to being a bored housewife. This was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me and I didn't want it to end.

I walked up to the door and knocked at 2pm on the dot. The door was opened by a man wearing a white speedo and nothing else except for a black leather collar. It looked similar to a dog collar with a ring to attach a leash. My nervousness was increasing. He led me down a hallway to a beautifully furnished office with a huge wooden desk. Behind the desk was a stunning woman wearing a black latex bodysuit with her hair tightly wound in a bun. She stood up and gave me a severe look. I stared in wonder at her. She was huge. Over 6ft tall with large shoulders, huge breasts, a tiny waist, and wide hips. The words voluptuous and Amazon came to mind. 

"You would be Fran. I am Mistress June. Your punishment is ready. Come with me."

At the end of the hall we descended a flight of stairs. My stomach was churning and I made sure my cell phone was accessible with a pre-loaded message that said Game Over. If things got out of control I could just hit send. It was oddly reassuring. I almost hit send when I saw the basement dungeon. There was a naked woman gagged and hanging from shackles attached to the ceiling so that she was on her tip-toes and there were empty shackles next to her. Around the room there were various pieces of furniture and devices that I had never seen before. 

I had just enough time to look around once before the bag and my phone were ripped from my grasp. Mistress June pushed me across the room and I was shackled next to the naked woman and gagged before I had a chance to protest. Two very large black men walked in through a side door. They were both naked and sporting very large, very hard cocks. 

"Strip her."

Following the Mistress's command they began cutting my clothes off with shears. I had tears in my eyes as I watched my favorite dress end up in pieces on the floor followed by my best bra and panty set. As I stood there helpless and naked I was terrified but even still I found that I was aroused. 

One of the two men proceeded to the woman beside me and began to spank her ass with his large hand. The slaps resounded through the room as she struggled and cried out behind her gag. It seemed to go on forever but once her ass was blazing red they unhooked her from the ceiling chains and bent her over some type of bench. Once her hands were bound to the bench the two men approached her from the front and rear. Her gag was removed and replaced with one of those huge cocks. He was driving it in and out of her throat making her gag and gasp trying to get air. 

The other man shoved his cock right up the woman's ass. Her screams were cut off only when the cock in her mouth drove in and out. They pummeled her unmercifully from both ends. Her eyes were full of tears as they used her body for their pleasure. Amazingly I realized that after the initial pain filled struggling, she seemed to be getting into this treatment. She seemed to be actively fucking back at the cock in her ass. Her shaking now appeared to be because she was cumming over and over again. When they both finished by filling her ass and mouth with cum they cut her loose from the bench and she was led away. 

They returned shortly and began spanking me. God it hurt. I screamed around my gag as they pounded my poor ass. It felt like I was on fire and each new smack was an excruciating new blast of pain but the worst part was that I knew what was coming next. I didn't want to do this. Having sex with someone other than my husband was not something I had expected, especially not two well-endowed men in my ass and throat. I wanted out but my phone was across the room and I was gagged. A small part of me was not fighting back though. This submissive part of me wanted this punishment, felt that I deserved it for my disobedience, and was getting excited to please my Master by accepting his decision. I had not forgotten the orgasms that the woman had experienced. Surely cumming during my punishment wouldn't count as disobedience. When they released my shackles and dragged me to the bench I began shaking from fright and to my shame, from excitement. I was bound to the bench and I closed my eyes, waiting.

A few seconds later I opened them to see Mistress June leaning over me holding my phone with a text showing. As I read it she cut me loose from the bench and handed me my bag.

Well done. Your punishment was light this time. Stronger infractions will result in stronger punishments. 

I got dressed and left. The drive home was interesting to say the least. My ass was on fire and every bump or pothole brought a fresh round of pain. I was sad about my dress but I was feeling very proud that I had accepted my punishment so well. Moving gingerly I made dinner for my husband and greeted him with a kiss at the door. He almost seemed disappointed that I hadn't greeted him the same way as yesterday but he didn't say anything. After a very uncomfortable meal, for me as my ass was still very sore, we watched a movie and then went to bed. Unlike last night, tonight I was hoping he wasn't in the mood for sex. I knew I wouldn't be able to explain my bruised ass, I wasn't allowed to orgasm, and I was still sore from my earlier ordeal. We kissed briefly and went to sleep. 



Bored Fran Ch. 04



Read the earlier chapters if you want to know what's going on.



The next morning I awoke to an incredible feeling. I moaned as the sensations pushed me into full clarity. My husband had his face between my thighs and it was heaven. When he realized that his ministrations had woken me he looked up into my eyes and smiled before returning to his morning snack. He licked and nibbled on my folds, my lips. He sucked my clit. My juices were flowing. As I thrashed on the bed, getting tangled in the sheets he rose up and entered me with one hard thrust. I screamed as I came and he began to slide in and out of me. His thrusting got faster, his hips a blur as he claimed my sex, my lust, my love. I screamed again, cumming uncontrollably as he stiffened and filled me with his cum. 

"Good morning sweetheart" he said with a twinkle in his eye, "Sleep well?"

"Fuck," I exclaimed. "I think I like this alarm clock better." 

Gingerly I got out of bed and kissed him as he stood up. We walked to the bathroom and got into the shower together. Soaping each other up playfully, we washed and then dried each other. I headed downstairs to pack his lunch while he got dressed. One more very arousing kiss and he went out the door headed to work. Still glowing from my morning activities I puttered around the house cleaning up. Fresh sheets on the bed, sweaty cum stained sheets in the washer and then off to the grocery store. I was putting away the last of the groceries, thinking about what to make for dinner when the special phone buzzed with a text. 

You may use your new vibrator and you are allowed two orgasms as a reward for taking your punishment so well. When you are done call your husband and tell him you are going out and will be getting home late. Do not tell him where you will be. Get dressed up slutty with no bra or underwear and go to the Biker bar down the street from the adult store you visited to buy your new vibrator. Get a drink from the bar and drink it while waiting. Ask the first man to approach you for a ride on his motorcycle. While riding behind him you will flash your tits to at least two passing cars or trucks. Have him return you to the bar and wait for further instructions.

Receiving the text was like a lightning bolt hitting me out of the blue. The awesome sex with my husband this morning had driven my Master right out of my thoughts. Thinking about all the naughty thing I had been ordered to do made me almost cream my panties before I even got the vibrator out. I called John at work. 

"Hi honey! This morning was incredible. I wanted to let you know that I will be out late tonight."

"Where are you going?" he replied, "and what am I supposed to do while I wait for you?"

"Think up an appropriate punishment for me being so naughty," I replied. "Maybe a spanking?" 

I was giggling as I hung up and pulled out my new vibrator. The phone rang twice as I slid the vibrator in and out of my wet hole. The first orgasm was small but nice. After that I turned it up on high and really worked myself over. I slid it in, pulled out and pressed it against my clit before driving it back inside me. Again and again I fucked myself and when I felt myself at the crest I held the vibrator against my clit and jammed two fingers up my ass. I exploded and it seemed to go on forever. The aftershocks had me shuddering even as I got dressed to head out. A tight T-shirt and short jean shorts should be slutty enough to be following orders. 

On the drive over to the bar I started wondering just how far I was willing to go following my Master's orders. He was definitely bringing excitement and incredible orgasms to my previously boring existence and I was excited about the changes in my life, but I didn't want to lose my husband. I wondered what John would think if he knew what I was doing. Would he be excited? Mad? Jealous? Would he think I was a slut and leave? Would he love the new me and push me to go farther? I finally decided that I would trust my Master for now. He had, after all, said he didn't want to ruin my marriage. John had, over the years, suggested I be bolder. I knew he would love to see me dressed like this. 

"Fuck it," I decided. Unless I was ordered to do something that would get me divorced I was going to go full steam ahead. This was the best thing to happen to me in years. 

By the time I pulled up to the bar I was getting excited all over again. The place had a seedy, run-down look. There must have been fifty motorcycles out front, a sea of chrome. I expected it to be dark inside but it was surprisingly well lit with a stage in the corner and a polished oak bar that looked a hundred years old. 

"Whiskey sour," I ordered at the bar and then turned to watch the room. The bar seemed pretty full for a weekday at 3 in the afternoon. It took less than 5 minutes for a guy to walk up to me. He was huge, at least 6'5" tall, with broad shoulders, wearing grungy jeans, a Harley T-shirt, leather jacket and boots. An intimidating looking man to be sure, but he had a nice smile.

"Buy you a drink?" he asked.

"No" I replied, "but if you have a motorcycle I would love a ride."

"What's in it for me?" he asked.

"A babe holding you tight and flashing her tits at passing cars," I said with a grin.

"Let's go," was all he said.

He led me out to a beautiful Harley Davidson. I didn't know much about bikes but I could tell it was expensive and well cared for. Climbing on behind him was tricky because I had never done it and didn't know the procedure but when I was settled he turned to me.

"Never been on a bike?" he asked. When I shook my head he gave me some instructions. "Hold on to me until you feel comfortable enough to let go. Lean with me in the turns." And off we went. 

It was exhilarating. I let out a loud scream and laughed with joy. We sped down the road and it felt like I was coming alive. Boring Fran would never do this. It wasn't long before I was pulling up my shirt at the truckers going down the road. The vibrations of the big bike reminded me of my vibrator experience this afternoon and I was turned on beyond belief. When he pulled into a driveway I started getting nervous. 

A woman came out of the house and asked "Who is this Jimbo?"

"Just a pretty little lady that has never been on a Harley," he answered. "Coming by the bar later?"

"I was just getting ready to leave. I'm Sandy, this lug's sister," she said introducing herself. "I'll meet you there." 

The ride back was just as fun. When we got back to the bar I thanked Jim for a great time and we walked back in. It was really crowded now. I was going to ask what was going on when I received another text.

There is a wet T-shirt contest happening in about twenty minutes. You will sign up and participate. Placing 1st through 3rd will be rewarded. Anything less will result in punishment.

A shiver went through me at the thought of punishment. Entering was easy, just a form waiving rights to sue for injury and acknowledging that it would be videotaped. That part made me a little nervous but I signed up anyway. Sandy showed up a few minutes later and signed up as well. We talked, had a few drinks and then we were ushered up onto the stage one by one. Sandy went first. She was taken to a kiddy pool and stepped in before a pitcher of water was dumped onto her chest. Instantly her nipples became hard and visible as the wet shirt became transparent. She danced around the pool and rubbed her breasts for the cheering bikers. Six other women went up one by one before it was my turn. I was shaking due to nervousness but also because I was very horny. Flashing my tits to people from the back of a bike was one thing, this was a crowded bar with a camera recording everything. 

As I stepped into the pool they dumped the water on me. It was all I could do not to scream. It must have been ice-water it was so cold. I felt my nipples harden to diamond points on my 38 DD's. A song I love came on the speakers and I began to sway with the music, rubbing my hands all over my breasts. I tried to imitate some of the moves the other girls had done but it seemed wrong so I just danced and lost myself in the music. The noise from the crowd disappeared and I let myself go. I was actually surprised when the tapped me on the shoulder to help me out of the pool. With a last look at the crowd before I walked offstage I turned and flashed the whole bar. The screaming and clapping was deafening. Four more girls went after me but none of them got the response I had.

"You were the best'" Sandy said as she ran over to give me a hug. "I just know you won!"

Jim gave me a wink and smiled. "Anytime you want a ride, you call me," he said. 

It turned out that Sandy was right. I won first place and the prize was 2 tickets to a motorcycle rally next week and $200.00. I went back onstage to get my prize and flashed the crowd again as I walked off. My phone buzzed with another text.

Congratulations. As a reward you may have sex with anyone you choose for the rest of the evening as many times as you want. I will give you more instructions tomorrow. 

I was turned on enough to fuck the whole bar up onstage in front of everyone. Looking over at Jim I could see the hunger in his eyes and the bulge, and it was a very large bulge, in his jeans. Sandy was standing next to him looking my way and licking her lips. It took all of my willpower and the love for my husband to wave goodbye to them and go out to my car. 

When I got home John was in the living room watching T.V. He had just enough time to look up and I attacked him. Kissing his mouth and working my kisses down his neck, pulling off my clothes and ripping all the buttons off his shirt as I took it off him. His pants and my shorts went next and I plunged my sopping wet cunt onto his rapidly hardening dick. I rode him until he came, getting three glorious orgasms of my own before kneeling in front of him and sucking him hard again. 

"Fuck my ass." I demanded, "Now." We had only tried anal sex a few times because it usually hurt me but I wanted it, and he delivered. Sliding into my sloppy cunt he lubed his cock up with both of our juices before positioning himself at my puckered back door. With a groan he pushed into me, all the way into me.

"Nasty slut," he called me as he plundered my ass. "Staying out late and coming home horny for my cock, you're going to get what you deserve."

He started slamming into my ass harder than he had ever fucked my pussy, pulling out all but the head of his dick and slamming back in to his balls. Over and over he used me. When I started cumming again he began to spank my ass as he fucked it.

"Take it slut," he cried as he filled my ass with his come. "Clean me off with your slut mouth and the fuck me again Bitch!" 

It took me draining his cum 4 times before he was done with me. In the end I was so tired I passed out on the floor and he ended up carrying me gently up to bed for the most contented sleep of my life.



Bored Fran Ch. 05



Read the previous chapters if you want to have a clue what's going on. No sex in this one, sorry about that, just some events leading up to the next chapter.



I awoke hurting in places I didn't even know I had before this. There were rug burns on my knees, back, and ass. My pussy felt like I had fucked the whole bar, something I had been foolishly considering before coming home to be ravished by my husband. I don't know what got into him last night. He was bold, forceful, used me, and talked to me like a cheap whore; a far cry from our usual tender loving sex. I loved it! 

He was gone when I woke up. Letting me sleep in after a night like last night just proved to me all over again how much he loved me. Either he was as quiet as a church mouse when he got up for work or I was just that worn out. Luxuriating in my comfortable bed I called him at work to tell him what a great time I had and thank him but he was out of the office for the day meeting clients. 

After a long, hot shower I got dressed and tried to decide just how to reward him for being so good to me. Visions of elegant dinners followed by nights of steamy sex paraded through my head, trips to his favorite vacations spots, something truly special. I felt so lucky to have him but I was conflicted. 

This had all come about thanks to my mysterious Master and how He had unlocked this wild child living inside of me. What did I owe Him? This new, bold incarnation of my loving husband was something I had never realized that I wanted and needed, but without my Master would it ever have come about? Maybe it was time to text Game Over and end this before it got out of control. Of course, it wouldn't be fair to Him. My Master had given me so much and gained...what? What had he gained? 

Fortunately my special phone buzzed with a text before my thoughts got any more confused. Just the buzz sound trigged wetness in my loins and an elevation of my heart rate, a Pavlovian response in my body that I had no control over. It drove all confusion from my mind, replacing it with an overwhelming desire to obey, to relinquish all control to the Master who had given me so much passion and excitement.

Drive to Big Jim's Tattoo and Piercing shop. Present yourself at the counter. Your purchases have been paid for in advance. When you are finished return to Mistress June for your reward, or for your punishment, whichever you deserve. She will know when you get there which is appropriate.

A tattoo? A piercing? This could be very bad. How would I explain this to John? As these thoughts raced through my mind I barely registered that I was already walking out to my car. The will to obey seemed to be overwhelming my reason. I drove to the shop in a daze, following the orders of my GPS blindly. Walking up to the counter I was in for a shock. 

"Hi Fran," a smiling Sandy said. "I thought it might be you but I wasn't sure until you walked in. "This way," she said, leading me into the back room. "I guess you remember my brother Jim?"

"Hey Baby," Jim grinned at me as he laid me face down on his table and raised my shirt and pulled my jeans down a bit. "Let's get to work." 

The buzzing of the tattoo gun was making me horny which helped with the pain of the needles in my lower back. From the location I realized that I was getting a Tramp Stamp. My feelings were mixed but I had come this far. I decided to just go with it. Coming up with an explanation for my husband wouldn't be easy but I realized that I was going to have to tell him everything sooner or later. He loved me enough, I was sure of it. He would accept what I had done to spice up our marriage. An hour later Jim put a bandage over my first tattoo without letting me see it. He left the room and Sandy came in.

"Shirt off" she said, "My turn to play with you." By the time she was done with me I was in an incredible amount of pain and I was sporting a ring in each nipple. She gave me instructions on how to care for the piercings and the tattoo and with a hug for her and for Jim I left.

"We'll see you soon," Jim called after me.

The drive to Mistress June's was uneventful but nerve wracking. I was sure I had done nothing to warrant punishment, but what would my reward be? My last visit to her Dungeon had been exhilarating but painful. Rewards had been pleasurable so far but I still wasn't sure just how far I was willing to go to follow my orders. What if my reward was fucking someone? It wasn't too late to quit before I ended up having sex with someone other than John. I couldn't betray my marriage but I wasn't ready to give up yet. I still felt I owed my Master for what he had done for me. 

The door was answered by the same young man as before. Mistress June was in her office again and acknowledged me with a smile as she finished her phone call. 

"I heard you did well today. Your reward is this way," she said, leading me upstairs instead of down like last time, which went far to relieve me. I had no intention of visiting the dungeon again although a small part of me wondered if that was really true. Upstairs looked like a high class spa. I was surrounded by beautiful young attendants who stripped me and took me to soak in an elegant tub. A facial and a massage afterwards, followed by a hair stylist giving me a cut and dye job. I had never considered going red but I was fascinated with how good it looked. Red hair seemed to be the perfect look for the new Fran. 

Driving home I tried to think of what to tell John. I had to explain my new hair color, my pierced nipples and a tattoo. Not even knowing what the tattoo was complicated things. John would be home before me. What a mess. Pulling up to my home I realized that John's car wasn't here, a welcome reprieve. The note on the counter was brief.

"I have been called out of town till early Sunday. I'm sorry honey. I was looking forward to treating my sexy wife to the night of pleasure she so richly deserves. I will make it up to you soon. I'll call from the hotel before bed. I love you."

First things first, it was time to find out what my new tattoo looked like. I stripped down in the bathroom a stood facing away from the mirror. Pulling off the bandage, I stared in shock. The word OWNED was surrounded by a collection of beautiful flowers. At first glance it was hard to make out the word due to the flowers but any close look would reveal exactly what it said. 

Panic warred in my mind with a feeling of desire. I was marked for everyone to see that I belonged to my Master. The very idea of it thrilled me. The feeling of being owned was something I had never realized was everything I ever wanted but what I really needed was something I wasn't sure I could have. 

What I needed was my husband to be my owner. Could he learn to control me and own me like my Master had? Could I text Game Over to my Master, ending the delicious control he had exerted over me, the excitement he had unleashed in me? Could I tell my husband what I had been up to and stay owned by another man? Would he leave me if I couldn't let my Master go? Would he leave me because of what I had already done? Could I go back to my boring life if the price of my new life was my marriage? 

I spent so much time that night worrying about the choices I had made and the repercussions of my actions that I didn't even notice that John never called that night. I spent a very restless night and by Friday morning I still hadn't figured out what I was going to do.



Bored Fran Ch. 06



Read the previous chapters to find out what's going on. This is the conclusion to the story of Fran, John, and Fran's mysterious Master. I may continue the story, I really like the characters, but only if the readers are interested enough and if I can come up with further adventures.



Friday morning brought no new insight into my dilemma. A week ago I had been a bored and boring housewife with a boring husband and a boring life. Now I was a sexually charged woman who was owned by my Master. I had done things I would never have chosen to do, things that excited me beyond belief and changed my life. Winning a wet T-shirt contest, getting my nipples pierced, getting a tattoo and buying sex toys. I had a new hair color, a new look, and a new outlook on how I wanted my life to be. I wasn't ready to give up my new life but I didn't want to give up parts of my old life either. No matter what else my new life brought, none of it was worth losing my husband, the love of my life. When the phone rang I was rubbing anti-bacterial ointment on my new tattoo and re-bandaging it. 

"Hi Honey," my husband said cheerfully. "I missed you."

"I missed you too Baby." I replied, "I can't wait to see you. We have a lot to talk about and I want to do it looking into your eyes, not over the phone."

"Does it concern how my shy, demure wife has turned into the sexiest woman alive?" he asked with a chuckle in his voice. "I'll tell you honey, I don't care why or how. Keep it up. I love you more every day and I can't wait to see what you do next."

"But you don't know what I've done," I interrupted. "I have made some changes you might hate me for."

"I could never hate you," he replied. "I love you. If what you have done, what you are doing, is giving me the hottest woman on the planet for a wife I wholeheartedly approve. I'll talk to you later Honey. I have to go." 

I hung up feeling much better. My husband loved the new me. He told me to keep going. If he knew would he still feel the same way? I had to trust that he would. With this reassurance I took a much needed nap to catch up on all the sleep I had missed last night with my troubled thoughts.

The buzzing of my special phone woke me around 6pm. I sat up feeling very refreshed.

There is a package on your front porch. Put on what it contains and nothing else. More instructions will follow.

I rushed out the front door and brought the package inside. Ripping it open I found a leather mini skirt, a see –through black blouse, thigh high stockings, and leather boots. Jumping in the shower I scrubbed my body clean and got dressed in a flash. I styled my new red hair, added red lipstick to complete the look and went back downstairs to the box. That's when I noticed the other thing in the box. It was a leather collar like the ones I had seen worn at Mistress June's place. Attached to the collar was a leash. This was a huge step. With trembling hands I placed the collar around my neck. It fit perfectly just like everything else in the box. When it clicked shut I had a moment of panic and tried to remove it, only to find that it was locked into place. Looking in the mirror I noticed a key slot. I frantically searched the box but the key was nowhere to be found. Resigned to my fate I pulled out my special phone and waited for the text I knew would be coming. I didn't have to wait long.

Your training is complete. Go back to the biker bar. Go to the booth in the back to the right of the stage and hand the leash of ownership to the man sitting there. Hand him the phone. You will no longer need it. From now on you will do whatever your new Master requires of you. You have done well slave. Congratulations on your new life.

Training? My new Master? My new life? What did all this mean? I wished my husband was home, I needed to talk to him first but he had told me to keep going. Would he have told me to keep going if it meant I would be fucking other people? I was sure that the command to do so was coming. I had never considered it before this week, but the idea of fucking others because I was ordered to by my Master would be so hot. I looked at the phone in my hand. A quick text back would end it all. Did I want to end it? I was torn. Once again my lust and desire to obey won out and I headed to my car.

Driving to the bar I imagined that everyone was looking at me, at my collar, at my nipple rings that were visible through my shirt with the rest of my breasts. Being that exposed to the world, being ordered to be exposed was such a turn on. I pulled in to the parking lot and got out of my car. Walking up to the door was easy but I froze before opening it.

What was I doing? I couldn't go through with this. This was too far. If I took this next step everything from my old life was over. I wanted to do it. I needed to, but not enough to lose John. I made my choice. Nothing was more important than my marriage and I couldn't lose my husband. With a steady hand I pulled out the special phone and texted Game Over to the Master. I dropped the phone and turned to walk back to my car, back to my husband. 

While I had been lost in thought, making my decision I had been surrounded by ten or so bikers. "Excuse me," I said, trying to push past them.

"Oh, no you don't," one of them said. "Your new Master is waiting for you."

"But I texted Game Over," I said. "I'm done with this game. I'm going home."

"A slave doesn't get to decide things. A slave does what she is told."

They took me by both arms and half dragged, half carried me into the bar heading for the back. I started to struggle and got ready to scream when I saw who was sitting at the booth they dragged me to. 

My husband John stood up with a smile on his face and took my leash from the men. "Sit down Honey," he said. "We have a lot to talk about and I have a story to tell you."

I collapsed into the booth. My legs wouldn't have held me up a moment more. The shock and fear as I had been drug in against my will faded as the relief at finding my husband here took over my emotions. I looked around and noticed several smiling people walking over to our booth. Jim and Sandy, the greasy looking man from the adult shop, Mistress June with her attendant from the dungeon wearing a collar and leash as well, and the man from the wedding. The man I thought was my Master. The phone with the received text Game Over was sitting on the table. I looked back at my husband in shock. "What's going on?" I cried.

"Relax Honey." He said taking a key from his pocket and unlocking my collar. "I'll tell you everything." 

Jim and Sandy pulled a divider that separated us from the rest of the bar and gave us some privacy. A round of drinks arrived and he began his tale. 

"It all started about two months ago. Remember when my car broke down?" As I nodded he continued. "It happened outside this bar. I came in and ordered a beer while I waited for the tow truck. I struck up a conversation with Jim here. We were talking about life in general and bad luck in particular. I bitched about my car, he bitched about his wife leaving him. Apparently she had become bored with their life together and had started an affair to get some excitement."

When he said this I hung my head. This sounded very familiar. Would I have done the same? It was starting to look like it.

"I told him that we were in a similar situation. I knew you were dissatisfied with our life together. I knew you were bored and looking for some excitement, something to shake things up. That's when Sandy showed up. She is the brains of this plan."

"I love you. I wanted more but I wouldn't have cheated," I interrupted. 

"I couldn't take the risk," he replied. "I couldn't risk losing you to some smooth talking man who made you feel young again. Made you excited to be alive."

"It was a really good plan if I do say so myself," Sandy interjected. "I figured we could give you a new exciting relationship without risking your marriage. Everyone wanted to help. We really like your husband," she said with a grin. "And you are adorable."

"That's where I came in," the man from the wedding said kissing my cheek. "I'm Phil. Nice to meet you."

"We picked the best looking guy in the bunch" Sandy said, "to make you more likely to go along with it."

"What am I, chopped liver?" complained Jim. Everyone laughed heartily.

My husband continued. "We planned out all of your activities. Everyone chipped in to help. You didn't know it but you were watched and protected the whole time. "

"It was fun," said the guy from the adult store, who was named Angel. "You were so nervous but you did everything," he said with a grin. "You jumped a foot in the air when I rubbed the vibrator on you." The group broke up laughing again.

Noticing how red I was getting Sandy interrupted, "You were so brave though. I saw how scared you were entering the contest but you were awesome. And you won."

"It wasn't fixed either," Jim said. "You won it fair and square. We were so proud of you."

"I was watching from the back," John added. "You were great Honey. I had to race to get home before you." 

"The text you sent with my reward for winning the contest. Sex with whoever I wanted. What would you have done if I had chosen Jim? Or Sandy?" I asked wonderingly. "How did you know I would come home to you?"

"I wasn't completely sure that you would choose me, to tell you the truth," he replied. "We would have stopped you before you had sex with anyone else, called the whole thing off. Did you want to?"

"Yes," I admitted. "I felt so naughty and slutty. Had I been ordered to do it I would have. Something about being ordered to do it would have made it so amazing. Given the choice I still chose you, but I was really tempted."

"I believed in you," added Mistress June. "I told them that you had resigned yourself to being fucked by my servants at the dungeon but only under orders and only because you didn't have your phone to call it off. I have trained submissive types many times. I am an expert at reading their limits and how far they are willing to go. I knew you would choose John if you were given the choice, so we gave you the choice."

"Sandy was the mastermind, but June was the on call expert," John explained. "She was watching you for a week leading up to the wedding. She told us all exactly how to act to keep you interested and to push your limits without pushing you past them."

"It's what I do," Mistress June said, basking in the praise. "I am very good at my job."

"So now it is time to decide where to go from here," my husband concluded. "You may go back to how things were if you choose. Or you can choose your new life. The collar will be your symbol of being subordinate to your Master, me. You can wear it as often as you choose or as little. You can choose to never wear it. I will never put the collar on you. It will always be your choice. The collar will be removed at any time if you say the word Key. When I hear the word Key I will instantly remove your collar and you will return to being my wife, however, if you choose to wear it you will address me as Master and do whatever I order you to do. You will address everyone else as Sir or Ma'am."

He fell silent. My choice was clear and required no thought at all. I wordlessly picked up the collar, placed it around my neck clicking the lock, and handed both key and leash to my true Master.

With a stern voice he began, "You were not given permission to wear lipstick. My instructions were clear. Wear only what was provided in the box."

I hung my head and quietly waited for my punishment.

"Strip and show my new friends your tattoo and your new jewelry," he ordered. "Leave the boots and stockings on."

I turned beet red but didn't hesitate. I removed my blouse and shimmied out of my skirt placing them neatly on the back of the booth. Turning around I made sure everyone got a good look at me from every angle. My embarrassment soon turned to excitement. Being ordered to expose myself like this had my juices flowing. The raw desire to obey overwhelmed me. I would do anything for my Master. The next orders surprised me but kicked my lust into overdrive. 

"To thank my friends for all of their help I think you owe each of them an orgasm. Your mouth and hands should be able to provide each of them some relief. You may start with Sandy." 

Grinning, Sandy slipped out of the booth and leaned up against a nearby table, lifting her skirt to show that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Everyone else in the booth kept talking amongst themselves as I approached her, handed her the leash and said, "May I please you with my mouth Ma'am?"

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to," Sandy whispered.

"I really want to." I replied, "I... almost chose you that night. Let me show you how much I want this."

I knelt before her, reveling in the sensation of my first sexual experience with a woman. Running my hands up and down her thighs I began planting small kisses between her legs. I ran my tongue up and down her pussy, sucking the lips into my mouth and pulling them gently. Her breathing became ragged as I pushed my tongue into her as far as it would go a few times before licking her clit teasingly. She began pulling on her nipples as I continued my attention to her clit, sucking it between my lips and humming. When she started moaning I knew she was close so I attacked her clit forcefully, biting it gently as I jammed a finger in her pussy and stroked her G-spot. Her juices were smeared all over my face as she came with a cry.

"Thank you," she said as she gently kissed my mouth. "That was wonderful."

"Thank you for allowing me to please you, Ma'am," I replied with a wink.

She walked back to the booth and Angel walked up to me. 

"I will collect at a later date," he said before kissing me passionately. "There are glory holes in the movie booths at my shop. I will set up a time with your Master to service me and perhaps some others there."

I could feel myself getting even wetter just thinking about it.

"You taste exquisite Sandy," he said as he walked out of the secluded area back to the rest of the bar.

Phil stood up and I licked my lips as he walked up to me. 

"I'll pass" he said, "My wife would kill me." He then leaned in and whispered, "If she ever decides to play with others we may just find out how good you are." 

Mistress June was next but she also declined the offered service. "I will collect the next time you are sent to me for discipline." she said with a stern look, "You will not enjoy the experience, but I will."

Sandy walked out with her to get another drink. Jim stood up and walked over to where I knelt. He unbuckled his belt, pushed down his jeans, and pulled out his cock. 

"Is this the kind of excitement you wanted?" he asked. "Having sex with lots of partners?"

I looked him in the eyes and said, "Sir, when I wear the collar, my only desire is to please my Master. This isn't about what I want, although I do want it; it will always be about what He wants. He owns me, body and soul. I will do anything or anyone to please him."

I than began slowly licking up one side of his cock and down the other. His cock was an inch or so shorter than my husbands but much bigger around. My juices were running down my legs onto my stockings I was so turned on. My Master had ordered my to fulfill my darkest fantasy, having sex with multiple people in public. It was something the old Fran would never have done. Something the old Fran would never have admitted. I sucked him deep into my mouth with enthusiasm. His fat dick was stretching my mouth and I could see my husband, my Master, watching intently with a hungry look in his eyes. I began to bob faster and faster. Reaching up I started to jack him off keeping the head of his cock in my mouth and sucking sweetly. Before long Jim put his hands on my head and began thrusting. I opened my mouth as wide as I could get it and let him have his way with me. When he came I took it all, swallowing repeatedly as he filled my mouth with blast after blast of cum.

"That was amazing!" Jim said as he pulled himself from my lips and pulled his jeans back up, tucking himself away.

"Thank you for allowing me to please you Sir," I replied as I stood up and walked over to my husband. "Is there any other service my Master desires?" I asked him. "May I please you?"

"You have pleased me very much tonight, my pet." He replied, "I will get more pleasure from you when I get you home. For now, get dressed and join me for a drink before we leave."

I put my blouse and skirt back on as Jim removed the partition blocking us from the rest of the bar. Sandy came back with drinks for all of us and then took me to the bathroom to clean up. 

"That was so hot'" she told me as I washed my face. "Do you think your husband would let us play more? Would he like to join us?"

I felt my wetness increase. My pussy was on fire and I wanted relief in the worst way. "Ask him." I said with a sultry smile, "I would love to serve you both in our bed and I can tell he is attracted to you. Anything he wants is His when I wear the collar."

When we returned to the table I removed the collar and we sat there talking with Sandy and Jim for the rest of the evening like a normal night out with friends. I found out that John had bought a Harley and Jim had taught him to ride. The tickets to the Bike Rally I had won in the contest would come in handy as we planned our group ride to the rally. Most of the regulars in the bar were going and it sounded like loads of fun. We headed home alone; John had asked Sandy for a rain check on her idea. When we got home I put the collar back on and John fucked me until I passed out from having too many orgasms.

I love my new life, our new life, and I haven't been bored since.