Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Tender Wife (MF, mdom, bdsm)
Date: 26 Dec 1995 16:16:03 GMT

			   The Tender Wife

	My wife and I don't get out much. We're usually hanging around
at home with the kids. Although we have a large number of friends, we
usually don't entertain much. Our personal pursuits are private, and
we don't want our friends to know what really turns us on.

	We used to be into wife-swapping, but that was years ago
before sexually transmitted diseases became deadly. Now if you stick
something where it doesn't belong, it won't fall off if you're
unlucky. No, now you'll die! So Beth and I got out of the swinging
scene at a good time.

	We're still a horny couple, and we take our pleasure in each
other. I'm into bondage and discipline, and Beth is my willing slave.
Sound kinky? Yep, real kinky.

	Let me tell you about last night. I had just gotten home from
work, and I was irritated at the traffic. My wife met me at the door
with a smile, and welcomed me home. The kids were playing in the spare
room, and wouldn't come out until dinnertime. "How's dinner coming?"

	"It should be done in about 40 minutes," she said.

	"Then we have some time. Come with me." I marched her out to
the garage, picking up the video gear from a closet that we passed.
She shed her apron and walked before me. Her shapely ass swiveled
enticingly under the tight jeans that she wore.

	After setting up the camcorder to catch all of the action, I
began by tying her hands together in front of her. I placed two orange
crates on the floor at her feet. "Stand on these SLAVE." She
obediently stepped up on the orange crates with little hesitation. I
got another length of rope and attached it to her bound wrists. Then I
pulled her wrists up over her head. The rope ran through a pulley
attached to a rafter overhead, and I tightened the rope, pulling her
wrists higher into the air. The boxes I had placed three feet apart,
causing her legs to spread. I knelt in between the boxes, and nibbled
at her snatch through the material of the jeans.

	I quickly fastened a cuff to either of her ankles, and
attached a rope to the right one. I attached the other end of the rope
to the right-hand wall of the garage. Then I undid the zipper on her
jeans and swept her left foot off of the box. I pulled both legs down
and removed the pants from the left leg. I then placed her foot back
on the box. I attached the left cuff, and removed the right one. Then
the jeans could be taken off completely. Through all of this, Beth
merely stood, although a wet spot was visible in the crotch of her
panties.

	I pulled Beth's tank top up to expose her large breasts. She
tapes in at slightly over 43 inches through the chest, and each breast
is easily the size of a sixteen-inch softball. Her nipples are dark
brown, and are easily the size of champagne corks when they are erect,
with areoles two inches in diameter. She shook her body slightly and
her tits swayed mightily. I loved those boobs; they were just the
right size for breast bondage.

	I walked over to my box of toys and selected the first torment
of the evening. Spring-clamp clothespins were especially nasty when
applied to the nipples. I selected two new ones. She begged me not to
use them. "Please don't put the clothespins on my nipples Master. It
hurts sooooo much. I'll do anything that you want, but please, not the
clothespins."

	Her eyes pleaded with him, but he knew that she secretly
wanted the pins. She begged him just to inflame his desire more. "I'll
give her what she NEEDS!" he thought. And he attached first one, then
the other to her erect nipples.

	Her moans of pain were loud, and her gagged her quickly to
prevent the scream that he knew was building in her throat. As soon as
the gag was in place, a muffled scream came forth, unbidden, but not
unexpected. "I think that you're ready for the next step SLAVE!"

	I tore the panties off of her, exposing her shaved mound. Beth
kept her snatch completely bald, except for a two-inch wide strip that
came nowhere near to covering anything pink. This strip was cut short,
really just a reminder of pubic hair, a stubble in the shape of a
long, skinny rectangle. Her pussy lips hung down over an inch outside
her cunt. They were long like that due to years of abuse by her
Master. As I watched, a single drop of vaginal secretions formed on
the outer folds of her snatch.

	I retrieved a cat-o-nine-tails from the box of toys and
experimentally snapped it across her belly. She yelped in pain through
the gag. I switched it across her ass, and she leaned back into it.
After ten strokes, more than enough to redden her asscheeks, I
switched hands and began to bring the cat down on her unprotected
pubes. Now although a shriek of pain bubbled forth, all but inaudible
through the gag, she jerked her hips forward, so as to intersect the
flying cat's wicked thongs more completely with her cunt. She really
got off on him beating her pussy. I gave her thirty strokes on the
snatch, belly and thighs. When I rested for a moment, I could see her
hips jerking and twitching in near orgasm. A sheen of sweat covered
her chest and back, and her breath came in great ragged gasps.

	I turned my attention back to her breasts. I grabbed the
clothespins and pulled up on them, stretching the teats away from the
rest of Beth's titflesh. More moans from within the gagged mouth, and
she arched her back to limits the fiery bite of the pins. I deftly
attached the pins to a thin y-shaped cord that depended from another
pulley set overhead. I walked to the loose end that hung down from the
pulley, and selected a bag weighted with 16 ounces of lead shot for
tension. When the weight of the bag was hanging on the cord, her
nipples were pulled fully an inch further away from her boobs than
before. She thrust her hips forward in a vain attempt to get some
relief in the form of orgasm. I maliciously tugged on the weighted
bag, and contemplated adding another pound of lead. She writhed in the
bonds, and I decided on the next step.

	I walked back to her, and purposely slid the boxes another
foot further apart. This caused her legs to spread even further apart,
and transferred more weight to her arms. She sank a little lower as
the ropes tightened. Her nipples were lengthened even more, as the
cruel clothespins sank into her tender titflesh. The elongated teats
were stretched to their limit as the areoles were pulled away from the
breast too. I knew their ability to take punishment, and briefly
lifted the weighted bag to allow a little respite from the torment.

	I removed the boxes from under her feet entirely next. She
swung slowly back and forth a few time. The nipples were still grossly
distorted in their pinioned state, and I still toyed with the tension
on the rope. I stood behind her, and checked my watch. Almost time for
dinner; I'd better wind things up.

	I walked to the wall and pulled the rope leading to her right
leg taut, until her leg was parallel to the floor. Then I did the same
for the left leg. Now she hung from the rafter, all of her weight was
on her arms held tightly overhead. Her nipples were stretched to the
point where her softball-sized breasts were visibly lifted by the
tension on the cords. Her back was arched to minimize the pain she
felt in her nips. Sweat dribbled down her cleavage into her pussy, and
from there to leave a small puddle on the ground below her snatch.
Juices from her hot quim drooled down her labia and thighs. She looked
ready.

	I selected a wheeled stool and adjusted its height until it
was a few inches below her pussy. Then I stripped down, and sat atop
the stool. My tremendous erection waved slightly as it neared the
prize. I plunged my prick into her hot snatch. It was juicy and she
gripped my love muscle as soon as I was fully in her. I grasped her
thighs and pumped her hips back in forth, literally impaling my penis
in her snatch repeatedly. She panted through the gag, and on the
monitor I could see that the movement of her hips was stretching her
nipples even further. I redoubled my efforts, my brain short-circuited
by the horny sight.

	One of the clothespins sprung free at this point, and a full-
bodied scream shot up from the depths of her gag. The tortured flesh
was red and compressed where the jaws of the pin had crushed it. In
pulling it off, the nipple had been clamped harder and more fully than
ever before. I continued to pump her hips as she neared his orgasm.
Her eyes were closed, as the remaining clothespin continued to bite
into her nipple.

	I came in great shuddering spasms, emptying my load into her
with tremendous heaves of my hips, and the other clothespin sprung
free. She screamed again, as this one drew blood from her mutilated
teat. A small drop of blood ran down her breast, and I reached around
in front of her to handle the globes roughly.

	"You know, everything was perfect up until you let the first
clothespin come off. We're going to have to do the whole thing over
again."

	But not now. I released her legs from the cuffs, and then
lowered her to the floor. As soon as I removed the gag from her mouth,
she thanked him for the session, and begged to serve him with her ass
after dinner. I stopped the video camera, and began to think about the
next session.