A Wife Watchers Tale Ch. 02

My favourites were an evening dress in red silk and a black maids costume. The evening dress was made in separate panels for the skirt and for the top. When I stood still it was quite decorous but as I moved the skirt panels swung to reveal either my lingerie or my naked body. The top consisted of just two panels, which hung loosely from the neck and over my breasts but also easily parted as I moved.

The maid costume was of traditional style in transparent black organza with a white lace apron and I just loved it because it made me feel so sexy. With it came a black basque, which squeezed my waist very tight and supported my tits but left the nipples free. At the bottom were long thin silk suspenders over my bare bottom and black stockings with seams, worn with very high heeled, black court shoes. The short skirt had a clever tulle lining which was quite stiff so if I bent down, even a little, it lifted to show off everything below. No panties were provided.

My mother had become very interested in what was going on with my Master, but far from being critical she wanted to know everything. I just told her a few things but she became quite excited; she was experiencing him vicariously through me and wanted to know more details. At first I wouldn't tell her, but one night she came into my bedroom wearing a short robe, sat on my bed and pressed me to tell her more. I was wearing a very short baby-doll nightie and as I sat beside her my naked pussy was exposed.

Strangely, I also found it exciting and so I started telling her about the letter. She didn't seem to care about you at all and said it served you right. As we talked, she undid her robe and started to play with herself. As she began to understand my subservience to my Master, she too took on a dominant role and after rolling me onto my front and slapping my bottom ordered me to play with her. I was close to cumming myself and so I did so willingly.

It was an incredible and quite unexpected experience, but afterwards we were both too embarrassed to say anything but I'm not sure that she won't want to do it again.

On Saturday my Master called for me and we went to Hyde Park for a lovely lunch at the Serpentine restaurant, where he told me that he was very pleased with my progress and that our big day would be the following Saturday. He said that he had written to you and that he wanted to enjoy the idea of fucking me at the precise moment that you would be thinking about it happening.

We were sitting on a raised section with a wooden rail looking into the rest of the restaurant. I was wearing a short, full skirted summer dress and I noticed two middle aged men below us looking up my skirt. I mentioned it to my Master because I guessed that it was the kind of situation that would amuse him. He told me to go to the ladies wash room and take my panties off and when I came back to lift my skirt up as I sat down, so that my bare bottom would be on the wicker seat.

I did as he instructed and he put his hand between my legs and gradually pushed them open as we carried on talking as if we could not be seen. Soon my naked, hairless pussy was exposed to them as he pulled his hand away, and they saw that this was a deliberate game and began to enjoy it to the full. My Master told me to play with myself for their pleasure so that he could watch their reactions. I did so but the eroticism of the situation was so great that I simply had a quivering orgasm, which I couldn't disguise, and we had to leave the restaurant quickly.

My Master told me to prepare myself well, with Latitia's help, for the following weekend and took me home still longing for his wonderful penis inside me.

The following week, I worked on a couple of days but then Latitia instructed me to come to the office in the late afternoon. When I arrived, she introduced me to Peter, a good-looking young man, who slapped my bottom and reminded me that we had already met. Peter drove us to a quiet restaurant in Hampstead for supper, after which we went to Latitia's flat nearby. It was sumptuously decorated in a very feminine style with opulent, eastern style furnishings.

Latitia poured drinks for Peter and herself but in a commanding voice ordered me to sit on a low pouffe in front of the sofa where they sat. I had difficulty covering my knees because I was so low and my skirt rode up high.

Why are you trying to cover yourself up and keeping your legs together in front of us, your superiors? she asked me. I was confused because up to now they had been so kind to me and I didn't know what to do.

Pull up your skirt and open your legs wide; I obeyed meekly.

And goodness me, why are you wearing disgusting knickers. You have seriously offended Peter, my guest, you stupid girl. Surely, after all the training and kindness we have shown you, you surely know that when with your Master's associates you must always display yourself as lewdly as possible at all times. Take them off at once and put them in that waste bin.

I quickly went to pull the offending knickers down but in my haste caught them in the high heel of my shoe and blushed, as I just looked clumsy as well as stupid. I sat back down and opened my legs wide again so that Peter had a perfect view of my stockings, white thighs and smooth naked quim. At this, Latitia turned to Peter and ignoring me completely, spoke about me and my training performance and whether I could meet my Master's high standards.

Eventually, she got up and walked over to a straight-backed chair and pulled her skirt up to her waist before sitting down. Her superb legs were clad in fine black stockings with black sling back shoes and high heels. I saw that her suspender belt and panties were also black in fine lace as she motioned me to kneel down in front of her as she crossed her legs. I saw Peter lean forward expectantly.

Now Kitten lets us see - first, lick my shoes clean

I held the elegant shoe with both hands and licked it carefully all over. She held her foot up to check and then crossed her other leg for me to lick the other shoe. She put both legs together and asked me, and what are you going to do now? From somewhere I found the right words.

Please madam, may I be allowed to remove your beautiful lace panties so that I may pleasure you with my tongue.

Yes you may, but take care that you do not ladder my stockings

I slid my hands gently up her lovely thighs and as she raised her bottom, I slowly pulled her panties down, carefully, over her shoes. She parted her legs to reveal a thick bush of black curly hair and the engorged lips of her juicy pussy with the pink tip of her clitoris just showing. I had never been close to another woman's vagina and I trembled as I gently kissed this delightful vision. She sighed with pleasure as I started to lick and probe her pussy with my tongue tasting the warm juices as they started to flow from her.

After a while, she pushed me away and standing up pulled her dress over her head and told me to remove my dress also and to lie on the floor. She knelt over me with her head to my feet and slowly lowered her plump olive cheeks onto my face.

Now lick my arse clean Kitten and do it thoroughly.

In my state of heightened excitement, I did not demur from licking between her cheeks and probing the brown ring with the point of my tongue as she played with my soaking wet cunt. Suddenly, she moved forward so that I could penetrate her dripping pussy with my tongue until she came to a quivering orgasm and rolled to the floor beside me. After a while she kissed me deeply and told me that I had redeemed myself because that was almost expert, in spite of my in-experience.

Now let us see you perform the most important function, to please a man fully.

I just knew what I had to do and I crawled over to Peter and begged to be allowed to suck his wonderful cock. I carefully unzipped his pants and pulled them down with his briefs. His beautiful penis was long and hard as I went to suck it but Latitia stopped me.

No, first admire it and kiss it and tell him how big and strong it is and how you couldn't possibly take it in your cunt. Then, stroke and kiss and lick his prick and balls until he forces your head down onto it. I did so as he held my hair and thrust his throbbing member deeper and deeper into my mouth until I nearly choked. I allowed myself to be used by him as he wished until he reached full intensity, and I tasted, for the first time in my life, thick creamy spunk, which filled my mouth and ran down my face.

After some drinks and rest I was obliged to repeat both performances to their satisfaction before Peter took me home

The fateful Saturday dawned and when I woke, I thought that you also must be writhing with anticipation of pleasure or pain, I do not know which, but for me there was no doubt. I lay in for a long time before completing a careful toilet and make up. I had my hair done the previous day in a long style, because I know most men like it that way. For my dress I chose a simple empire line in white over my best white frilly lace bra and very brief panties with matching suspenders and stockings. I wanted to be like a bride for my Master.

I had the key to my Master's house and so I went and prepared a light lunch of Parma ham and salad with French bread and a bottle of champagne. I was commanded for one so I returned home to rest until the appointed hour.

As soon as I arrived and opened the door, I knew that this was the beginning of my new life. My Master was reclining in his favourite armchair dressed in a cream shirt and slacks. He stopped me almost as soon as I was in the door.

Take off those ridiculous clothes at once.

In some confusion, because I had tried so hard to please him, I stripped myself naked and stood before him with my head bowed. I had not seen that he had a riding crop in his hand and as he stood up, he slashed it across my hip and buttocks.

This is not a good start Kitten, serve the lunch.

I served him and he told me to go to the kitchen and eat some scraps while he read his paper. After the champagne, he called me to clear away and then led me upstairs to his study, where I had not been before. It was, as I expected, a very masculine room with a leather topped desk and chairs and a Chesterfield sofa. On the wall was what I took to be an unusual decoration, a structure made of criss-crossed polished wooden slats about 6 feet square but then I saw hooks on the corners and sides.

He opened a cabinet and I saw a collection of whips, canes and various restraints and chains. He hit my naked buttocks again.

You may choose Kitten

I didn't know what to say but pointed to a long thin whip with black leather handle.

Yes, a very good choice, the marks go right around

He took me to the slats and fitted leather loops to my ankles and wrists and fastened me facing the wall. I trembled with fear and I knew that he enjoyed that as he swished the whip in the air. Suddenly, the pain hit me as the whip curled around my bare arse onto my belly and I cried out.

Tears are very necessary my Kitten but they stop nothing until I am finished with you.

One after another he struck me with the whip so as to mark me all over. It was stinging but not unbearable and I realised that this was deliberate; he didn't want me unusable. After a while he stopped and I prayed that this was all, but he smiled cruelly as he undid the straps just to turn me around facing him and the agony began again.

Eventually he stopped, and untying me led me to the bathroom, where he rubbed a soothing lotion all over my poor whipped body. My careful makeup was ruined with tears but he allowed me to repair the damage and recover my composure. When I was ready he came and kissed me and took me into the bedroom and lay me on the black silk sheets while he undressed.

At last, I saw his lovely slim body and his already erect huge cock. I saw the clock and realised that it was nearly three as he turned me onto my hand and knees and with one thrust entered my waiting quim. I screamed with pain and delight as he powerfully thrust in and out and my first orgasm overcame me. His stamina was endless, so different from you! He turned me over again on to my back and raised my legs over his shoulders to pierce me again and again until he pulled out of me and a jet of white spunk shot all up my belly and breasts.

I was exhausted with ecstasy and pleasure but after fondling me for a while he was erect again and pushed my head down to suck his wonderful member. I remembered my training, but there was no time for such niceties and I just sucked and licked until he had had enough. We must have made love for about two hours before he got up and told me to go and bath and prepare myself for the evening.

I thought that I would have to prepare a meal for him and his friends, but he said that it would be delivered by his usual catering service and all I had to do was serve it. I asked who the friends were but he just replied that I would have to wait and see.

After my bath I dried and perfumed my body and looked at the red weals marking my flesh. In a way I could see that they would make me sexually more interesting to a certain kind of man. Latitia had given me some lubricating cream and told me to be sure to apply plenty to my bottom because I was certainly going to need it; I shivered at the thought.

I carefully put on the maid costume and as I admired myself in front of the mirror, I thought how delicious and sexy I looked. As I bent over, I saw how the stiff skirt displayed my stockings, suspenders and nude bottom; surely no man could resist me. I was wearing the rings through my nipples joined by the fine gold chain and all this was clearly visible through the transparent bodice.

At 7.00 I joined my Master in the drawing room as we awaited his guests and he complimented me on my costume saying that Latitia had chosen well. Actually, it was my choice really, but I now knew better than to contradict him, ever. When the bell rang, I went to the door and welcomed two rather large, dark skinned men who my Master introduced as Anton and Laslo. They were apparently from Turkey, which rang warning bells in my head - the Turks are known for their cruelty.

As I served them drinks, they seemed to be unfazed by the outrageous sexuality of my costume and made no reference to it or indeed me, other than to thank me politely for the drinks and for the dinner, which had arrived earlier in prepared packs and which looked delicious. I was too hyped up to eat but I nibbled at this and that in the kitchen as I waited for them to finish.

After dinner they retired to the living room, where I served them drinks and then awaited my instructions. My Master relaxed in an armchair, while the two men sat on the sofa.

Well gentlemen, you have been most patient but now the pleasures begin. You have my kitten for about 18 hours and you may do exactly what you want with her. I shall not join in but I will watch - for some of the time at least. Her husband is thousands of miles away but he knows the exact time that you will be enjoying her. She will be writing to him and relating exactly what has taken place so as to torture him further. She has had two weeks of training with Latitia and I believe that she will serve you well.

Laslo bad me to turn around and bend over in front of them and my skirt rose up to reveal to them my totally naked buttocks and white thighs. He parted my cheeks and examined my tight arse and already wet quim. He instructed me to kneel down between Anton's legs and take out his prick. I unzipped him to find that he wasn't wearing briefs but out popped an absolutely enormous cock, which wasn't even really hard.

There was no need for me to falsely praise it and I tried to get some of it into my mouth. As I did so Laslo knelt behind me and entered my cunt with one straight thrust casing me to cry out in pain and surprise causing Anton to grin with pleasure - I knew that this was going to be desperate. Their stamina was remarkable because neither of them came but just enjoyed using my body for their continued pleasure.

After a while they both withdrew and slowly undressed me, admiring and playing with me as they did so. They liked the gold rings and pulled at the chain so as to make my naked breasts bounce and traced their fingers over the red wheals from the whip, before taking me to the second bedroom which was simply furnished and with a large double bed. My Master joined us and relaxed in a small armchair to watch and enjoy the entertainment as they both undressed.

Anton lay on the bed and I was placed between his thighs and began to kiss and suck his lovely big prick. Laslo stood at the bottom of the bed and I trembled as I felt his hard penis nudging against the cheeks of my bottom. Amazingly, I think that they had taken pity on me and he quite gently pulled my hips back as he entered my arse. It was painful, but almost immediately I could feel pleasure too as he stroked slowly in and out until I felt him quicken and as his cock hardened even more as spurts of warm fluid filled my waiting body.

And so began hours of pain and pleasure as the two of them explored every avenue of sexual pleasure. Anton was simply too big to enter my arse without tearing me but once again I realised that my Master wanted me initiated but not spoilt. At one stage as the two were resting, he called me to him and I knelt at his feet and sucked his gorgeous cock to a huge orgasm. I knew that the spectacle had fulfilled his desires to his satisfaction and although exhausted, I was so happy and fulfilled.

Since that weekend, I have had some happy hours with my Master and he has promised me that in a few days we shall be re-visiting the club where I passed my first test, but this time I shall be taking part in a play. I don't quite know what this means but no doubt I shall find out in good time. Whether you get to hear about this or not, I can't say.

Delia

Keith had to read this long letter in sections because it was just too much to take in at one time. Of course, it was very exciting but also disturbing - where was this all going? Could he cope with his mixed up feelings, so far away from what was happening?

He was only a few months away from his return to the UK. Would he be able to go back to his family? Would he want to? These and many other questions remained unanswered, but he couldn't avoid facing the fact that the sex and the danger of his wife being dominated in this way, with his own full knowledge and agreement, raised him to new heights of exquisite pain and pleasure.

To be continued.