A Loving Couple's Remedy Ch. 03

Eventually, they both calmed down and realized that; as ridiculous and unpleasant as it may be .......Carla had little choice but to protect her husband from jail, by sucking her neighbor's old, scrawny, cock, later that night. She sighed and resigned herself to that fate. Jack felt awful. He felt total guilt for putting his beautiful Carla in this position. She reassured Jack that they had BOTH been a part of the dungeon downstairs; and they would both suffer this indignity; BUT, that there would be no recrimination or blame by either of them.

Carla also told Jack that she would perform her disgusting chore on the old fart, but that she just couldn't bear seeing him. So....they decided to resort to her wearing a blind-fold; just like they had done for the mystery couple, that watched their scene, weeks ago. Jack agreed and then phoned Hutton and told him to come over at 8:07.

The actual sex act only took a few minutes. He had sat in the same folding-chair that Dan had used. His small semi-stiff pecker gave up its semen within a few short minutes after Carla began sucking and stroking the little used joy-stick. She swallowed his load and then immediately was led by Jack over to kneel at his throne. She never spoke to Hutton.

When Jack escorted the satisfied old creep upstairs to the front door, he practically threw him out as he said, "We did our end of the deal. Don't EVER bother us again, you sick bastard!" Wendell turned and walked over to his house with a wide grin on his face. He knew that this would be the last blow-job he would ever get in life. His plan had worked perfectly. He was happy as he went inside his home.

Meanwhile, back downstairs, Carla had removed the blind-fold and waited patiently for her Master to return. When he got back to his throne he urged his lovely sub to cuddle in his lap. "You did well, my pet. I know how awful it must have been for you. If it matters to you, it was hard for me to watch you suck him off. Thank You, slave! I think we have done enough here tonight, you may go upstairs and shower; I will be along shortly."

"No Master! ....... Please.... Do you think maybe I deserve a reward for what I did with old man Hutton tonight?" Jack instantly responded, "Of course you deserve a reward! I just thought it could wait for a night. What reward would you like, my little sex slut?" he queried. "Oh Sir ......May I have 20 minutes with Jason?" she giggled. He smiled lovingly at her. In no time, Jack had her ready on the fuck-table for Jason's hard driving cock. Carla was giddy with lewd anticipation as Jack positioned the machine; and Jason, into her gaping sex-hole. He didn't give her 20 minutes, however.

He watched his sexy wife ride Jason for 30 minutes; to 4 toe-curling orgasms. He was pleased with her.

Jack took Carla out to her favorite restaurant for dinner the following evening. It was a small neighborhood place that served delicious Mexican food. She liked it there because it was fairly quiet and not hectic, the service was always first rate. After they had both placed their orders with an attractive waitress, Jack looked at his beaming wife and said, "I have been thinking about the reward you received last night after your disgusting chore with old man Hutton. I don't think it was enough of a reward for you."

"Oh Jack! It was a wonderful reward; couldn't you tell that I adored it?" He told her that he could tell only after the fourth orgasm; and they both giggled. "How would you like a bigger reward?; something to show you how bad I feel about what you had to endure last night with the old pervert. Honey, how would you like to go back to Club Rendezvous on Friday night, and watch another auction?"

Carla bubbled with excitement as she told him that she would LOVE to go back to the club, which was 50 miles away. He kissed her and said, "It's a date. Please dressing appropriately," he winked. Carla that meant dress like a slut and don't be inhibited. She told him not to worry; just as their food was served to them.

When they got to the club on Friday night, it was still about an hour early for the slave auction to start. Carla was looking the part of a submissive sex slave in her black teddy, garter belt, fishnet stocking and black 4 inch CFM pumps. Her breasts were almost spilling out of her top, and begged for inspection by anyone nearby. Jack wore the traditional Master's garb of black from head to toe; his black leather vest glistened in the lights from the stage, as they found a small table.

Quite unexpectedly, Jack spotted Dan and Sara as they entered the room. Both were dressed similarly to themselves. Jack wanted to talk to Dan, so he told his slave he would be around, and that while he was gone; if any men wanted to fondle her or talk to her, then it was okay with him. She felt a sudden rush of excitement in her moist pussy as her husband had just given her permission to be fondled and flirted with. "Yes Sir, I understand," she replied as she kept her eyes downcast, as a proper sub should do.

Jack waved at Dan and signaled him to meet him out by the front door. When Dan got over by him, Jack spoke up, "Hey Man! Glad to see you two here tonight. I didn't know that you guys have taken to the D/s lifestyle so quickly."

"Yeahhh" Dan responded," Sara loves being my sex slut. We don't have a basement, like you guys have; but I have fixed up a spare bedroom where we play out scenes. Thanks, Buddy, for helping us get started." They chatted about the club, and D/s in general for a few minutes. Dan told Jack that this was their second trip to Club Rendezvous; and that Sara loved coming here. Jack said he would call Dan in a few days; that he had an idea he wanted to run by his new-found friend, who was a Master to his wife, also. They certainly seemed to have much in common these days.

When Jack meandered back to where he had left Carla, he noticed a man talking to her; and pulling his hand back from her boobs, as he spotted Jack's return. "So what have you been up to while I was gone, you naughty tart?" Carla shyly giggled and told Jack that 3 Masters had felt her up and had asked her if she was going to be up for auction later. They were disappointed when she had told them that she was only there to watch the festivities. She then noticed that Jack had stopped by the adult gift shop, since he was clutching a small plastic bag from the shop. "It's a surprise," was all he would say about the mystery purchase. Carla was curious about what could be in the bag. She figured that she would find out soon enough.

Soon the lights dimmed in the seating area, and the stage lights were turned up, the auction was about to begin. Mistress Olivia was in charge on stage; just like she had been on their previous trip to the club. It took a little over an hour to auction off the six female slaves and the two men slaves. Both men went to overjoyed Dommes. (Women Dominants). One of these Mistresses was a large woman of about 45 years of age; with bleach-blonde hair. Mistress Olivia must have be familiar with her; as she called her by name- Mistress Alexis.

As Mistress Alexis led a smallish, frightened male slave from the stage, most of the audience heard her snarl to the diminutive man, "Come with me ....WORM ....I have plans for using you tonight!" The audience roared with laughter.

Mistress Olivia was a very good auctioneer. She announced over the microphone that she used, information to the bidders about each person being displayed. Sometimes she touched and fondled the slave, in order to get more excitement going in the audience. Sometimes she would slap their asses hard, or tug on their collars roughly. This drove the bidders wild, and upped their bids; which was what Mistress Olivia wanted to do. The charity which was benefiting from the proceeds that night was the USO for servicemen and women. Carla recalled that Olivia was the wife of the owner of Club Rendezvous; and she marveled at the skill that the Mistress had on stage.

By the time the auction was concluded, Carla's pussy was a squishy mess. Pussy juice ran down the insides of her thighs; and she just KNEW that people around her could not help but smell her drenched twat. She had so much fun watching though, that she really didn't care. She was enthralled by the sheer "naughtiness" and underlying atmosphere of public sex. She had been turned on by the men who had blatantly fondled her tits and her ass, while Jack had been away, before the auction started.

She was also turned on by the fact that her Master had been "finger-fucking" her sopping slit through most of the auction. Carla felt like a total whore; and she loved it. Jack noticed that several of the men, who were sitting around them during the auction, kept eyeing his sweet little slut. He was proud to be seen in public with his sexy wife. A germ of an idea was slowly growing in the back of his mind; the same idea he had briefly mentioned to Dan earlier.

As they left the club and were walking to their car in the parking lot; Dan and Jack gave each other a subtle nod. Neither wife even noticed. Dan had not told Sara that Carla and Jack were there, and since Carla had been blind-folded when they were present for their "demonstration" a few weeks back, in their dungeon; she wouldn't know Dan and Sara, even if she literally bumped into them.

When Jack and his wife got in the car, he turned to her and snarled, "slave, you stink like sex; are you that slutty that you can't control your own pussy?" Carla knew that he was kidding with her, and giggled coyly, "I am a wanton cheap slut, Sir. Are you going to take me home and fuck me silly?" After a few seconds of silence, Jack growled at her, "NO! ..........I am going to fuck you until you can't walk for two days. You, my little minx, are going to have a long night tonight!"

His slave looked at him with a pretend pout," Oh Sir..........I hope so," she giggled with mocked fear; "I surely hope so."

As it turned out; about half way home on the Interstate, Carla was still so turned on by the activities and people at the club; that she asked Jack to pull off into a rest area. When he did so, he thought she needed to use the restroom (well...she did..) But when she got back to the car, she gave him a first-class car "Hummer" right there in the parking lot. Jack had not received a blow-job in a car since his college days, many years ago.

Jack shot his boiling load of spunk deep into her mouth, as he groaned in orgasmic delight. Some of his jizz dribbled down her chin, as she lifted her mouth off of his rigid man-pole. She looked up from his lap with a sense of expert accomplishment written on her face. "Take me home Sir. I need to be fucked. I need to be fucked hard." And she sat up in the passenger seat, and Jack began the drive home.

As he continued his drive, he reached into the plastic bag which he had carried from the gift shop at the club. He handed Carla the packaged large pink dildo. "Put the batteries in this toy, and get warmed up. If I can get a blow-job in the front seat of a car, at my age; then you can masturbate with this lovely toy while you ride home.

She smiled over at him; took the dildo and put in the batteries; and proceeded to have 3 hard orgasms before they pulled into their driveway.

Due to a short business trip that Jack had to make for his job, they didn't have another scene downstairs until the following Friday night. Even though Carla had used her new vibrator almost every night, she was horny as hell.

When she walked into the dungeon, her Master was seated on his throne. Usually, she knelt before him when she entered; but this evening, Jack told her to step directly under the spreader-bar. After he had attached her wrist cuffs to the bar, he pulled the straps on her garment, and it slid off of her lithe body effortlessly. Then he fastened her ankle cuffs to the U-bolts in the floor, which caused her legs to splay open.

She looked on, with some apprehension, as Jack got nipple clamps and the large flogger from the tool-bench. When he placed the clamps on her tender chest pebbles, she felt a familiar jolt of pain through her nervous system. They HURT ........ so good!!; she told herself. She glanced down to notice her pinched nipples were extending lewdly from the clamps. Her Master flicked them with his fingers, and she winced in helpless pain and pleasure.

For the next several minutes, Jack flogged the entire front side of her nude body. He began lightly swishing the foot-long leather tentacles from her knees, up to her pinched nipples; and then back to her knees, slowly. Each circuit up and down her writhing body became a little more intense. His dangling sex slave moaned out the sensations she was absorbing; as she writhed under the bar.

Soon pink lines, and those "tell-tale" welts began to permeate across her naked torso. Despite the stinging leather straps slapping across her skin, Carla was loving it! Then her skilled Master changed the angle of his attack. He began a steady rotary vertical motion with his flogger, which brought the leather up under her throbbing sex-box. The spinning straps stung the insides of her thighs, her wet, exposed vulva, and occasionally they extended through the little "tunnel" between her legs, to reach the base of her ass crack.

Her entire nervous system had now moved into "over-drive." Her pussy was on fire, with a stinging pleasure that she would never be able to describe, later. And then something truly remarkable, and surprising to both of them, occurred suddenly; she was seized by an overwhelming orgasm, which pulsated throughout her gushing pussy. Jack was as shocked as she was; she had never had an orgasm before, due to a flogger.

At the same time that he was pleased with the result of his technique; he was angry that she had not asked his permission to cum. He knew instinctively, that he had to act the part of a stern Dominant, however. "How DARE you cum without my permission, BITCH?" he thundered to his now panic-stricken slave. Carla started to apologize; but knew better than to do that. He had, many times, forbidden her to tell him that she was sorry for whatever reason, while in the dungeon.

All she could manage to tell him was a feeble, "Yes Sir, I was wrong not to ask; and now I deserve to be punished.... Master!" After a moment to calm himself, Jack responded, "And so you shall be, you thoughtless slut! So you shall be."

With that said, he removed her ankle and wrist cuffs; and moved her over to the "Pony." Jack bound her up, as hell usually did, for her pony rides. Thin ropes bound her hands behind her back; while a thick rope encircled her upper chest and back, with 3 full loops. He left the nipple clamps, which were still biting into her slightly discolored nubbins. He then fastened the ends of the heavy rope to the electric winch located above the ominous appearing , saw-horse like, device.

As his squirming slave was hoisted up above the leather capped pony, Jack informed his sub gravely, "You will not feel the vibrator under the pony, tonight, my pet. You only get the hard ride." She already had tears in her eyes, as she nodded her understanding, to what her Master had just told her. That response did not satisfy Jack. "Do you understand me, ...................... BITCH?" he growled. He wanted a verbal answer from her; not just a nod.

"Yes Sir! I will only get the 'hard-ride' tonight," she choked out. As she responded, her clamped nipples howled to her brain, with wave after wave of excruciating pain.

With that, her Master began a quarter of an hour ride for her. Every couple of minutes, he would use the electric winch to lower her onto the one inch wide "spine" of the Li'l Pony. This caused her pussy to widen, to meet the hard pressure of the leather-padded wood. The further her Master lowered her, the more pain she would feel. Then he would use the hand-held remote controller to slowly raise her back up above the pony; giving her a short respite from the ever-growing pain of the device. Then he lowered her down again, keeping her distressed quim split in a painful gape.

When Jack was done using the pony to punish Carla, he untied her, and had her assume her "kneeling-up" position at his throne. She knew what was coming; or thought she did. He stepped in front of her and dropped his pants. "Suck my cock ....... Whore. This is your final task for our scene tonight," he intoned. "I hope you have learned your lesson, tonight, about stealing MY orgasms with your selfish cunt."

Carla immediately went to work on his engorged, throbbing hunk of man-meat. She sucked and stroked his cock with wild enthusiasm. After all, she had come to really like giving head to her Master; which now included the act of swallowing his spunk; when he would jet spray his thick creamy load down her throat. She was even getting to where she liked the salty taste of his semen.

Tonight, however, in his final gesture at punishment for his slave; just as he climaxed, with his cock inside her mouth; he abruptly pulled his spewing prick away. Then; just like in countless porn-clips on the internet, he shot rope after gooey rope of his sperm onto her face. One large glob pooled over her left eye, and another along the bridge of her nose. Some shot up into her hairline, and some found her open mouth. "Let that cum drool down your chin, slave!" he commanded, "Don't swallow it; let it ooze out of your mouth slowly." Within a minute or so, much of the sloppy, thick man-sauce, had dripped down onto her tits. His sub looked completely humiliated.

Jack then told her that their scene was over for the night; and to not attempt to wipe the cum off of her face until she was in the shower upstairs. "You look beautiful like that, slut!" were his final words to her, as he gestured for her to leave. Carla smiled back at her Master, while her chin dripped globs of cum onto her chest, "Thank you Sir. Thank YOU!"

Jack was alone now, and sat back on his throne with a deeply satisfied expression on his face. This scene had played out just like he had hoped. He wanted his sub to be humiliated, a bit, because that was a part of a D/s scene that he had not really subjected her to, up to now. But it was a necessary step, to prepare her fully for the idea that was blossoming in his mind. It was an idea that began at Club Rendezvous last week: An idea that he was about to explore with his golfing buddy, Dan. 'I need to call Dan tomorrow. We have things to discuss." He reminded himself.

The next morning, after his usual Saturday morning run; Jack was cooling off on the back patio. He used his cell phone to call Dan, as he sipped a large glass of iced tea that Carla had poured for him, when he got home. Jack wanted to talk to Dan outside, as his busy wife worked in the kitchen. He didn't want her to hear any of the conversation.

Jack reminded Dan that the next auction at Club Rendezvous was in two weeks. Then they both agreed that they wanted to send each of their wives up to the stage to be auctioned off separately. The plan, that they both agreed to, was that each would take the other's wife off of the stage as the winning bidder. Jack also told Dan that he would see to it that Carla went up for auction before Sara did; then they chatted about D/s topics for a few minutes; and then ended the conversation. The plan was set .........EXCEPT for 2 major little details.

Both of the women would have to agree to be auctioned off as slaves, to the highest bidder. Their submissive service would last up to two hours, in one of the private rooms, in back of the stage. If either one of the women did not agree to be a willing participant in the auction, then the plan was off. Simple as that!

The rest of the weekend was spent doing the usual "vanilla world" weekend activities. Jack and Carla had really perfected the situation of living in two totally different worlds. Downstairs in their home it was D/s time; dungeon time; a kinky place, to role play their socially less acceptable side of sex and marriage. Everything about their lives that was not occurring in the basement was normal or "vanilla" in appearance. Outside of Dan and Sara, and old man Hutton next door; NOBODY knew what went on downstairs. They had managed to keep their role playing a secret, from all of their family and friends. No one would ever guess that they had become devotees of the D/s lifestyle. If Carla agreed to be auctioned off at the club, they were opening their "secret" up to others. Is that a chance she would take? Jack wasn't so sure. He would find out soon.