Tough Love

As we lay in one another's arms on the floor, I stroked one finger down Lucy's cheek, she looked into my eyes.

"I love you so much John. No matter what happens between us, always remember that. I really love you," she whispered.

I was puzzled by her words, but I knew nothing would ever stop me loving her.

I didn't get to have my chastity cage removed after all. Lucy declared that she was too tired for any more sex, and in truth I was tired as well, plus my ass and cock still hurt terribly.

We showered together and I took immense pleasure in washing and towelling dry Lucy's body.

Afterward, despite my discomfort and to Lucy's enjoyment, she sat fully clothed and watched as she had me make dinner while I was still naked.

We ate our meal and chatted as we drank wine. I felt so close to Lucy at that moment that I even forgot I was nude. "Oh, I almost forgot, I bought you a gift" she suddenly announced. I was suspicious that she wanted to hurt or humiliate me again, and I was right to be so as, smiling, she handed me a black rubber butt plug. I'd seen them previously, when looking at porn on the internet, but this was the first one I had ever held in my hand. I wondered where she had got it from. When I asked her, she replied "oh don't worry about that. A friend gave it to me as a joke, and I thought it would be nice if you wore it for me. You would if you loved me."

She studied me, I studied the butt plug. I didn't want to have this thing inside me. I was still a bit sore from our earlier sex, but her request seemed innocent enough, and the plug was smaller than the dildo I had been forced to take. With her using such emotional blackmail I couldn't refuse her. It seemed like I couldn't refuse anything she wanted nowadays.

I stood up from the table. With my face burning in embarrassment, I turned away so I didn't have to look at her, then I realised I had my rear facing her. Even so I swallowed what little pride I had left and bent over. I felt around behind me, positioning the head of the plug between my buttocks. I tried to tentatively push the plug in my ass, but it hurt my already abused opening. Lucy watched me struggling and suggested I squat and use my fingers to open myself first. I did as she advised, feeling even more embarrassed, if that were possible, as I worked my fingers into myself. Eventually, after no little pain and a lot of effort I managed to insert the plug. I felt uncomfortable and full.

"How long do you want me to keep this thing inside me?" I asked, my fingers played over the base of the plug and I squirmed, trying to adjust to the feeling of being plugged

" Permanently of course. You keep that where it is, the only time you are to remove it is when you need the toilet or if I want to use your ass," she told me, and looked at me as if I were a simpleton.

At work the next day, I was summoned to Lucy's office. I was eager to see my wife, but I was also apprehensive: I could never be certain what was going to happen to me where Lucy was involved.

I knocked on her door and waited as I had recently been instructed.

"Come," I heard her call.

"You sent for me ma,am," I said as I at last entered her office, she had kept me waiting for around ten minutes.

"Ah, yes John ," she said as if she were surprised to see me "drop your pants will you? "she then told me in the way she would tell somebody to have a seat. I was surprised by her order but obeyed none the less. I wondered if maybe she wanted to make love.

"Have you been to the toilet today?" she asked, I was puzzled as to why she wanted to know. I was more embarrassed talking about my bodily functions, than I was to be standing with my trousers around my ankles in my wife's office.

"Er... yes ma,am why?" I answered nervously.

"I thought so. So, you removed your plug then?" she asked.

"Well.... Emm yes I did. I needed to," I told her. I had a bad feeling about where this was going.

"But you didn't ask permission, did you?" she said. She sat swivelling on her leather office chair, her hands clasped together in front of her face. I stood feeling even more exposed.

"I didn't know I had to," I said. I now knew this was not going to turn out well for me.

Lucy pushed herself suddenly forward and slammed her palm down on her desk scattering pens "why the fuck do you think I had you wear it? do you think you can take it out any time you feel like it? what the hell's the point of using it in the first place?" she was angry and almost shouting by now. I knew I had better try to calm her down.

"I'm sorry ma`am, I didn't realise, it won't happen again. I promise," I was contrite and acted as humble as I could.

"You are damn right it won't. Take off your clothes and get on your knees," she demanded harshly.

In the mood she was in I didn't dare disobey her. I quickly shed the remainder of my clothes.

When I was kneeling naked she opened her desk drawer and lifted out a riding crop. My first thought was to wonder whether it was the same one as Lynn had used on me. Then it occurred to me with real fear, I was to be punished again.

Lucy walked around her desk and crossed the room to where I was on my knees. Without warning she slashed the crop across my chest. I yelled and fell forward on the floor in pain, clutching my ribs. More pain exploded on my back and I jerked backwards as I tried desperately with one hand to reach the pain.

"Get back up, now," Lucy snarled.

I was trembling in fear, I was terrified of my own wife. I struggled back to my knees trying to rub away the pain in my back and chest.

Lucy squatted down in front of me so her face was just a few inches from mine. She spoke in a calm and quiet voice "put your hands on your head and keep them there. You are going to be punished and if you remove your hands or move in any way the punishment starts all over. Is that clear?"

I tried to answer but only a croak emerged. Lucy placed her finger to my lips "shhh, don't speak. You're not to make a sound, just nod your head if you understand," I hesitated as her words sank into my numb brain. I still didn't know why I deserved to be punished, but I nodded submissively, I didn't want to make the situation any worse for myself.

Lucy nodded in satisfaction and crossed to her desk, she returned with two nipple clamps, (where did she keep getting these things from?) I watched docilely and winced as she clipped them painfully to my nipples. Then she slowly circled my kneeling form. I tensed, but kept perfectly still. Then I almost yelped in shock and pain when she slashed me across my back again, but I remembered her order to be silent and clenched my teeth determined to obey.

Lucy slowly walked around me, randomly striking any part of my body she wanted to, and all the time she was lecturing me.

"I work hard all day. I have a high pressure job. I take responsibility for a whole department. Then I come home and have to make all the decisions there too. I only ask that you do as you're told, how hard can that be? I struggle to pay the bills and never get any thanks - when was the last time you thanked me? when was the last time you actually did anything at all for me? you never stop complaining, all you ever think about is yourself. I'm sick of it. Why can't you just do as I tell you? " On and on she admonished me, punctuating every few words with a slash of the crop.

Ten minutes later I was reduced to tears. My head hung down, my hands still clasped tightly to it. I was in pain everywhere. I could take no more.

"Please ma,am please stop. I promise to be good, I won't ever disobey you again. I swear, I've learned my lesson. Please ma,am have mercy. I beg you," I pleaded between sobs.

Lucy at last stopped hitting me and threw the crop onto the desk.

She sharply pulled the clamps from my nipples, I screamed silently in pain as the blood surged back through them. She sat with one buttock on the edge of her desk and folded her arms across her chest. I remained kneeling with my hands on my head.

"Get dressed. Remember why this happened and what you just said. Don't disobey me. If I haven't given you an instruction, don't just assume you can do what you want. If you're not sure about something ask me. You brought this on yourself John. I don't enjoy this any more than you do. Just behave yourself and we won't have to do it all again. Now go - get back to work and don't take that plug out without asking me first," she turned away and sat at her desk. She resumed her work, ignoring me.

I had received my punishment and been dismissed, " yes ma,am, thank you," I mumbled. I quickly dressed and with head hanging down in defeat I left, ignoring Amy's knowing smirk as I passed her.

I managed to avoid contact with anyone else as I made my way back to the cave: knowing if I was stopped I would as likely cry. That thought made me feel ashamed.

I sat at my bench. I was angry at Lucy and the way she had treated me. But the more I brooded on the subject the more I began to think that maybe she was right. It was my own fault; Everything was my own fault, I had just taken things for granted. I had agreed to obey her. I had no right to remove the butt plug without her say so. Of course she would be upset and angry, She had every right to be. I had really left her no option but to punish me. I was in the wrong and I deserved everything I got.

This is what I had to convinced myself to believe. The alternative was unthinkable. If Lucy did this because she didn't love me anymore, I didn't know how I could bare to live.

When I arrived home that afternoon I entered the back door (I still didn't possessed a key to the house. Lucy had decided some time ago that I didn't need one as there would always be someone at home to allow me access) I went to my room to change into my house clothes, or lack of clothes to be more precise. Wearing just a sleeveless vest I saw my reflection in the mirror, red stripes still covered my body and the butt plug was clearly visible. I sighed and went to start my chores and face Lynn's inevitable mockery.

My work at home wasn't as hard as it used to be as I had cleaned the house so often that it only needed the minimum of attention. However, this didn't stop Lynn finding fault and adding to the angry welts crisscrossing my body. I meekly accepted the abuse, and determined to make amends to Lucy I even mumbled my thanks to Lynn for chastising me. At no time did she mention the marks on my body or the butt plug and somehow I found this worse, it was as if they now considered physical abuse as a normal everyday thing.

Later when Lucy came home from work I was really nervous. I wasn't sure how to greet her; bearing in mind what had happened earlier in the day, but she acted completely normal. She kissed me and asked how my day had been (I really couldn't believe she had asked me that) then she said "I bought you something, to show there are no hard feelings. Still love me?" I nodded, a little sulkily "yes, I still love you" I told her but I was wary, Lucy's previous gifts to me lately had all been designed to cause me suffering. She handed me a carrier bag, I took it and looked at her smiling face. I emptied the contents onto my lap. There were seven small aprons, each just about large enough to cover ones genitals. Three were black, three white and one a bright pink, all of them were satin and frilly. I smiled a false smile of gratitude. Lucy looked really happy "I didn't think it was right that Lynn should have to see you all exposed every day. It must be so embarrassing for the poor girl, so I bought you these. I think they are so cute, don't you?" she sounded so enthusiastic.

"Cute!,,, they're fucking hideous" I wanted to say, "and why couldn't I wear pants if Lynn didn't like seeing my cock, after all it wasn't my idea to be practically naked," but of course I just smiled and said a polite "thank you".

"Put one on, a black one I think" Lucy said excitedly.

Sighing I stood up and reluctantly placed the apron around my waist. Lucy tied the straps into a bow at my back.

I modelled the apron for her as she clapped her hands in glee. I felt more humiliated than if I were naked and I knew it would be even worse when Lynn saw me.

"It really suits you. You look quite sexy," Lucy said smiling widely.

I didn't feel sexy but I was determined not to let her see me sulk, I also needed the toilet " please Lucy can I use the bathroom?" I asked.

"Well I suppose so," she said "but don't forget to replace your butt plug," she warned me.

"I just need to piss Lucy," I explained, totally embarrassed again.

"Oh ,,,Okay but be quick," she told me.

I hurried from the room, eager just to be on my own even for a few minutes, away from mocking eyes.

Lucy watched John hurry away. She held her hand to her mouth to stop herself giggling. He looked so ridiculous with his tiny apron and the obscene plug in his ass, and to think Claude expected her to wear it. John had surprised her when he had asked to use the bathroom, she had only meant for him to seek permission to remove the plug. But if he felt he needed her consent just to piss, well, she was fine with that. The episode this morning obviously had had quite an effect on him.

She thought back and couldn't believe how excited she had become when she had whipped John. She had scared herself by how much she had enjoyed hurting him. She knew she had had to stop before she caused him some serious injury.

It hadn't started out that way. Lucy had again been hurt and humiliated by Stephen, he was growing ever more sadistic. She considered again stopping the whole thing. But as she thought of John, inexplicably she began to blame him for allowing her to do all the cruel things to him. Surely he would soon decide enough was enough and stand up to her. Be a man and make her stop, take the responsibility out of her hands. It was then she had decided to see just how far he would let her go. But his submissiveness had thrown her. She discovered the power she had held over him was intoxicating. Had he resisted at any time, just slightly, she would have relented. But the way he meekly accepted the beating caused her to want to hurt him all the more. She had wanted to test his limits. She had been determined to push him until he begged her to stop. And eventually he had. But the whole thing had had the opposite effect that she was seeking. Instead of rebelling he had become even more cowed. She finally realised John would never stand up to her, no matter what she did. Why bother trying to deny her feelings any more? She enjoyed dominating John, it aroused her. And the fact that she had managed to convinced him to believe it was all his own fault had almost brought her to a climax.

The minute John had left her office, Lucy knew that she just had to have an orgasm. She had summoned Amy, intending to have her assistant lick her pussy, but she had been so turned on that as soon as Amy entered the room Lucy had moved quickly to her and pulled the unresisting woman into an embrace, she kissed her passionately on the lips, her tongue tangled with Amy's as they explored one another's mouths. Lucy was amazed at how much she enjoyed the kiss, amys lips were so soft, so much softer than a man's, they also felt hot and swollen, she knew Amy was as excited as herself.

It seemed only natural that they should undress one another and make love. Lucy kept telling herself she wasn't a lesbian, but she did everything she instinctively knew a woman liked. She used her hands and mouth on almost every part of Amy's body, and Amy was only too happy to return the favour. They finished in a sixty nine position eagerly lapping at the each others pussy

Lucy had an intense climax, bucking her hips against Amy's mouth. But the kisses were something else: Lucy had locked onto Amy's lips at every opportunity, in fact Lucy was so hooked she insisted on sharing a long lingering kiss before leaving the office that night.

No, she thought, she wasn't a lesbian. But she knew she would have Amy in her arms again and it would happen soon .

She just couldn't stop thinking about those lips and that tongue in her mouth.

Part Eight.

Enslaved

If I thought my life was bad up to then, the next few days showed me how hard things could really be.

Lucy had announced out of the blue that she would be going away for ten days to finalise the contract with the Italians.

This news seemed to make Lynn even more domineering.

I came home from work every day as usual, stripped off my clothes, donned my apron and did my chores. Lynn appeared to try her hardest to find the slightest fault with my work, and she made sure she thought of many other jobs for me to do. Of course, every order she gave me was accompanied with liberal use of her crop.

At the end of each day I found myself praying hard for Lucy to come home from work. Even if I had to sample one of Lucy's more exotic torments, at least I could tell myself I was agreeing to endure it willingly. To endure it because I loved her.

In an attempt to stave off more punishment I found myself obeying every command Lynn gave me. I wore what she told me, I ate what and when she told me, I accepted any punishment she decided I should have whether merited or not. All in all I became the perfect little submissive.

I had Lynn dominating me during the day, then Lucy made sure I didn't have time to relax and think for myself at night.

That week was nothing but work and whippings and humiliation from Lynn, and whippings, spankings humiliation and ass fucking from Lucy .

The night before Lucy was to leave I wondered with dread what the next ten days would have in store for me.

On Friday morning I travelled to work on the bus as Lucy had left early in her car.

She hadn't even told me goodbye, but I guess she hadn't wanted to wake me.

Back at home, once I had completed all my chores, I reported to Lynn as she watched T.V. in the lounge, with my hands held behind my back and eyes downcast as I had been instructed to do in the last few days.

"We have a lot of work to do before Lucy returns" Lynn informed me. She pressed the remote to silence the T.V. then stood up and proceeded to lead me down to the basement. There she told me exactly what I had to do. Based on Lucy's instructions, I set about remodelling the basement.

We had a large basement, most of which was used as a utility room, the remainder formed a small room just three metres square. It was filled with items that we no longer used and didn't really want, but we were just too reluctant or lazy to throw away. It was this room I would be altering.

I was set to work first clearing the small room and then fitting a new, more substantial door with a lock on the outside only.

Later that day some items were delivered and Lynn had me carry the large boxes down to the basement. I then spent an hour unpacking and assembling an iron bed frame and securing it to the wall. A cheep, thin mattress was supplied and this I put on the bed.

Lynn studied a hand drawn plan that she had been given by Lucy, detailing the fixing of various eyes and hooks in the walls, floor and ceiling. I drilled holes where she instructed me and screwed and fixed various fittings. As these were secured, Lynn attached chains and padlocks to them.

I looked around me and suddenly realised the room was becoming more and more like a cell or dungeon (how the hell had I not realised that before now?).

Lynn must have noticed my concern. She sat on the bed while I stood and she explained to me "Lucy is in line for a promotion if she lands this account. And if she does she will probably have to do a lot of entertaining. That will mean clients staying over, so she'll obviously need the extra bedrooms. So we thought you wouldn't mind if you have to sleep down here now and again."