Chapter 25: The Inevitable Decision
I stood outside the door, listening to the sounds coming down the hallway. I slowly slipped the collar and leash off the wall and placed it around my neck. Since my first and only punishment at Jeff's hands, I had been anticipating and dreading this moment. Jeff, however, did not make it easy for me.
Despite the fact that I practically threw myself at Jeff, brushing against him, wiggling in front of him, doing everything but offering my body to him, Jeff just treated me as the mom of his friend. I knew what he wanted.
Jeff was not going to take me; I would have to give myself to him. I don't know why, but I fought it. I don't know if I felt that he was too young, if I thought he was Rachel's, if it would ruin my relationship with Rachel, if I thought I would be betraying Gary. Over the course of the weeks I'd played all the ideas through my head, and I still didn't have an answer to that question.
But I did have an answer to another important question: Would I give myself to Jeff?
I got down and my hands and knees and started crawling down the endless hallway. When I finally entered the room, I glanced up, and what I saw impressed me.
Rachel was chained to the wall. Her arms were spread wide, there was a spreader bar on her ankles, and from the middle of the spreader was another bar, perpendicular and centered, heading straight up to her crotch. Attached to the top was a large dildo which was firmly embedded in her cunt. Her hair was in a ponytail, with a large weight tied to it. She had a ball gag in her mouth and attached to fasteners around it were chains attached tautly to her nipple rings. If the weight on her hair pulled her head back, it would stretch her nipples up. If she moved her head down to relieve the pain on her nipples, her hair was pulled harder. Any movement in any direction was certain to cause excruciating pain to some part of her body. I could feel my pussy leaking juices.
A few times every minute, Jeff swung a whip at her. Sometimes he would hit her, sometimes he would not, but each time he swung she would flinch, pulling her hair or her nipples and burying the dildo deeper. It was simply heavenly. I wished it was me.
Jeff had just swung and connected with her tits, when he noticed that I was in the room. I crawled over to Jeff and put my head down near his foot.
"I can't see your face when you're like that," he told me. "In here, you look into my eyes unless you are unable to."
I looked up at him. "Please," I said quietly.
"Please what?" he asked.
"Please punish me," I answered.
"For what?" he asked.
"Because you can," I said. "Because I need it."
"But if it's just punishment for punishment's sake, that would be sexual," Jeff said.
"Yes, it would," I replied.
"And that is OK with you?" he asked.
"May I set the rules?" I asked.
Jeff nodded.
Rachel had told me the rules that she had set for Jeff. Rule one: no permanent marks. Rule two: he can't do anything that would make him lose respect for her. Rule three: it ends after graduation.
"Rule number two," I said, and then I stopped speaking.
"What about rule number one?" he asked after a few moments of silence.
"It doesn't apply," I said. He could mark me as he chose.
"And rule number three?" he asked.
"It doesn't apply," I said. I knew that regardless of what I would have said, I would be his until he tired of me.
"What about other rules?" he asked.
"Only those that you impose on me," I replied.
"How are you going to feel when I fuck you in front of your daughter, knowing that she understands you are so desperate you've begged to have her boyfriend fuck you?" he asked.
I wasn't sure what he was trying to get me to feel, but it almost made me laugh. "If you think that it will humiliate me, you are wrong," I said. "My daughter loves me, and she would want what is best for me, and I am sure she knows what is best for me."
Jeff looked over at Rachel, who was still bound and gagged. She shook her head a little and moaned into her gag. He released her gag (tugging on her nipple chains a bit first), then asked, "You have something to say?"
"Please, will you do this for me?" she asked.
"Do what?" he asked her.
"Don't be cruel," she begged him. "Please punish my mother like she asked you, and then fuck her like she deserves to be fucked!"
Have I mentioned how much I love my daughter? This was her owner, and she was giving him to me! I would have to find a suitable way to repay her!
"For such a dutiful little slut, I'll grant your wish," he said, kissing Rachel on her lips. I gasped in anticipation. I was going to get what I so desperately needed!
Jeff replaced the ball gag harness, but left the gag out. He reattached her nipple rings and then started rearranging furniture. He set up an adjustable bench in front of Rachel, and he had my lie down so that I was looking right at my daughter, and she could see my face. He tied my arms down and made sure I was comfortable.
I couldn't see what Jeff was doing, but I could hear him getting something down off of the wall. He stood behind me and asked, "Are you sure that there are no restrictions?"
"None," I said.
I saw Rachel's eyes widen just as I heard the hiss of the whip through the air. He landed one right on my ass, and pain blossomed through my body. I felt like screaming, but I didn't. I felt like laughing at how good it felt, but I didn't. I just gasped and sighed contentedly.
My contented feeling didn't last long, however, as Jeff continued my punishment, and soon I was moaning and crying in pain. It hurt so much, and I had missed it so much! I was crying from the pain. I was crying from the release. I was crying from the feelings of loneliness that knowing it was not Gary behind me brought. I was crying because there was finally someone to take me in hand. I was crying because he was my daughter's friend, and he would not be my keeper forever. I was crying because I was so close to cumming.
"Just one more," Jeff said, "and then I fuck you. Where do you want it?"
"On my pussy!" I cried out, but Jeff had anticipated me. The answer came out as "On my puuuuuusssssssyyyyyyy!" as I screamed the last word in response to the vicious stroke that Jeff administered.
Jeff was already naked from his preparations for my daughter, so all he did was step between my legs and sink his cock quickly into my abused pussy. He had just landed a huge blow onto my delicate region, and on top of that I had not had sex for three years. Despite that, I shrieked with joy and started cumming immediately. Jeff continued to pump me as I came, and after about three or four minutes of continuous cumming, I collapsed on the bench.
Jeff, however, ignored the fact that I was semi-comatose and simply continued sawing in and out of me. After about ten minutes he pulled out, walked to the front of the bench and jerked off onto my unresponsive face. I couldn't move, but I could smile at him and Rachel through the globs of cum on my face. I felt happier than I had since my husband died.
After resting for a few minutes, Jeff went over to Rachel and detached her from all his implements of pleasure. He then lifted her into his arms and carried her upstairs. He was back a few minutes later and he unfastened me, then carried me upstairs to my bed as well. I was impressed; I hadn't realized how strong Jeff was becoming. He placed me onto my bed, right next to Rachel.
From the angle that she was at while bound in the playroom, Rachel apparently did not have a good view of my ass and back. She gasped as she saw the damage, and there was some damage. Jeff had not held back, and as much as he might have read up and practiced with all the gear, he was still not an expert. He kissed the top of my head, then kissed Rachel.
"It's your responsibility to clean her up and put her to bed," he instructed Rachel. "I want you to sleep in here and hold her all night. I have to go now."
With that, he left the house. Rachel went to the bathroom and got some wet washcloths and antiseptic. I was finally able to start thinking enough to instruct her on how to clean me up and how to put cream on the sores.
"I think he went too far," she told me
"No, he did not," I said in an assured tone. "He knew what I needed, and he provided it. He did better than most people twice his age. When he comes back, I am going to get down on my knees and thank him for what he did. And when I am up to it, I will get down on my knees in front of you and thank you for encouraging him."
I kissed Rachel on her lips and pulled her close. Rachel held me as I took stock in how my body felt. Sore, but satisfied, I decided.
After a while, Rachel asked, "What are we going to do after June?"
"Don't worry," I told her. "These things have a way of working themselves out."