Ann: The Married Years Ch. 20

"What if she never gets asked the damn question? Vaughn's an old-fashioned southern gentleman, Neil. I really think it may take years before he makes a move. He hasn't even kissed me yet. It took him four dates to ask if he could hold my hand at the movies."

"Then maybe you should take matters into your own hands."

"And just how am I supposed to do that?"

"The same way Ann did it with me after our first date. Give Vaughn a blowjob in his truck when he drops you off at home," he smiled.

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Ann sat back down, trying to get used the raw feeling of having the collar around her neck. She'd worn collars before obviously; many times, in fact. But this one seemed different in more than just the design. She could only assume it was because of the lock dangling from the front. It made her feel even more possessed than other times she'd been a slave for Neil. The idea that only he had the key, and he wasn't even there made her weak in legs... and wet between them.

She fought the urge to play with her pussy, instead opening the top of the cassette player so she could flip over the tape. Closing it, she hit the play button again, a panic coming over her when she heard how Neil started his next instruction.

Actually, he continued with his last one.

When the tape had stopped, Ann had assumed he'd finished with that particular task. So, she jumped up and placed the collar on her neck, going so far as to lock it in place. She suddenly realized with his first words that she'd messed up. He never said what he'd told her every other time he completed an instruction; namely, the 'turn off the tape... now!' command.

She flipped the tape back over, rewinding it so she could hear what he'd said at the end.

"FUCK!" she screamed into the gag, realizing he always prefaced every minute detail of his devious plan with 'you will', as if he were telling her what he wanted her to do when he finished. But he also always told her when to turn off the tape. Instead, the tape stopped by itself.

"That's why there were all of those long damn pauses! He was timing it!"

Letting the tape run to the end, she groaned, flipping it over again to hear the rest of what she was supposed to do before she foolishly locked the collar around her neck.

"Please, please, please... don't let this be a fuck up," she pleaded as she listened intently.

But first... you will need to stack all of the bins so that the one you pulled each item out of is on TOP of the stack it was in. That way, it will be easy for you to replace the items when you're finished with them. Turn off the tape now!

"Fuck me!" she griped, thinking about how she had just stacked all of the bins back into place the way they'd originally been stacked. Taking a deep breath, she psyched herself up. While it was a mistake, she could at least recover from it. Or so she thought.

Moving toward the bins she almost choked herself, the metal tether becoming taut in the sophisticated series of hooks and pulleys he'd devised. She was like a dog staked in the yard, limited to how far she could go. She realized he'd shortened the chain somehow and it quickly became apparent that he'd done that deliberately.

She felt her body start to shake, knowing she'd be punished now. Actually she'd assumed that already. It was part of being Annabelle. But to screw up this early was a blow to her ego. She'd thought she was being extremely cautious and yet her mind wasn't as focused as it should have been.

"I'm going to pay for that," she said as she felt a tear run down her face.

While upset, it was also a part of the role of Annabelle that she loved. The way he tested her mentally and emotionally was just as thrilling to her as the way he used and abused her physically. It was like a triathlon. She couldn't just focus on the running. She had to excel at the swimming and biking as well if she hoped to win the race. Or in the case of most people that enter one of those events, the goal was merely to finish.

She was already being pushed physically by doing all the lifting and stacking of the bins in the heat, and she felt she was being challenged mentally by having to listen intently and follow his commands. That left the final part of her submission to be engaged; her emotions. She was barely two hours into her weekend and she was a mess. She loathed and loved that feeling at the same time.

There was nothing she could do but to return to the tape player. Pressing the button, she waited and waited, finally hearing his voice once more. She thought she could hear a chuckle as he began, as if he knew he'd already gotten her snared in whatever trap he'd set. She could feel his confidence coming through the speaker; a certain air about him that made her shiver. Maybe she was just imagining all of that, falling victim to her reeling emotional state. She wiped another tear from her eye as she tried to focus on what he was telling her.

Pay close attention, Annabelle. You have several things to do now, all of them to prepare you for when I come home. First, go to the bathroom. I don't want you worried about that while you're waiting for me to come home. Keep the tape playing while you do that.

She quickly raced over to the toilet, sitting on it, trying to keep quiet while she listened. Being farther away, she was having trouble hearing. It didn't help that the speaker didn't really face where she was.

First, you will put the batteries in the vibrator. Turn it on to make sure you did it right. You don't want to make that mistake. Second, you will place the butt plug into your ass. You are not to use any lube, including the slutty pussy that I know is very wet right now. Third, you will place the blindfold over your head, letting it dangle down around your neck so it's ready for later. I hope you're done peeing. Turn the tape off NOW!

She raced across the gravel floor, falling to the carpet to press the stop button. She sighed in relief as she made it, not wanting to make another mistake. She was confident that she heard him clearly and she quickly did the tasks in order. Well, not that quickly. The butt plug took some time, since she had to push it into her dry ass. She ended up sitting on it, using her weight to just force it inside. It burned but when her anal ring eventually grasped the smaller ridge in the base, gripping it in place, she actually sighed in pleasure.

With the blindfold around her neck, she turned on the tape player.

Straddle the machine and sit down on the cushion, Annabelle. Your feet must be facing the open door of the dungeon. I want anyone that might stumble by to be able to see you with your legs spread wide when I'm done with you.

The tears returned, along with a wave of fear. She'd closed the door when she'd first gotten undressed. If she couldn't reach the bins because of the collar, there was no way she could push the door open, let alone latch the hook and eye on the outside. "That's TWO!" she moaned, the drool flowing faster as she started to panic.

Shaking her head quickly, she tried to snap out of it, returning her attention to his voice in a desperate attempt not to fuck up a third time.

Make sure everything else I told you to retrieve is right next to you, on your left side, including the tape player. Now, I want you to attach your ankle bracelets to the clasps I put on the extension bar. Turn the tape off now!

Neil had attached the three-foot silver bar that came with the apparatus she was now sitting on. It was horizontal to the ground, about three feet above the base, and its purpose was to stabilize the machine when it was put into certain configurations, transforming it so it could be used for exercises that involved your legs, like knee curls and leg lifts.

At each end of the bar he'd attached a carabiner designed to quickly and easily slip a metal ring on it, holding it firmly in place once you did. The carabiners had one way latches, requiring one to manually press the clasp inward in order to remove the ring.

She scooted down, lifting her left leg up at an obscene angle. She found that one was easy to attach. The other proved more difficult. She had to balance her body on the twelve-inch wide padded bench while lifting her free leg. At the same time she had to bend forward to reach the hook and her ankle. She was thankful she was both athletic and extremely flexible. Even with that it took her a couple of frustrating minutes to secure her second leg in place.

Falling back onto the bench, she caught her breath, staring at the wooden beams above her. She was now on her back; her lower legs were in the air, bent at the knees. Her feet were spread the three-feet apart, exposing her pussy like he'd wanted, with the notable exception of the door being closed. Letting out a sigh she returned to the tape, waiting for what came next.

We're almost done, Annabelle. Turn on the vibrator. Place the vibrator in your pussy, pushing it all the way inside. Then use the can of stain to hold it in place.

Finally knowing what the stain was for, she smiled. She was also somewhat relieved. She had assumed it was her pussy others were supposed to see if they happened by. But now she remembered that he'd actually said he wanted them to see her legs spread wide, which they were. She was still going to get punished for closing the door, but at least she was in the right position. Chastising herself, she knew she needed to slow down her brain. It was important to not think ahead and just follow his directions from there on out.

Turning on the cock-shaped vibrator, she slipped it inside her dripping cunt, her body welcoming it all the way inside, even with its width. It was a long, slow penetration and she let the buzzing wash through her.

"This is going to be fun," she said as she wedged the can in place, feeling her pussy respond quickly. She was close to cumming the second she pushed the head of the big rubber cock past her labia.

"UUUUNNNNNNNNNHHHHHH!" she moaned as an orgasm ripped through her body. Her hands clenched into fists, as she let it happen, her wide-open eyes staring at the blinding bulb hanging above her head.

When she came down from her high, she realized the tape was still on, because he'd never told her to shut it off. She'd missed everything he'd been telling her. She rewound it, knowing she wasn't supposed to, but desperate to keep from making yet another egregious error so early on. With the gaps in the tape from where he wasn't talking, it took a while. She began to wonder why she didn't just go all the way back to the beginning. But then she found where she thought she was supposed to be.

We're almost done. Place the vibrator in your pussy, pressing it all the way inside. Then use the can of stain to hold it in place.

There was a short pause, and then he finished his instructions.

Hook your right wrist to the carabiner on the handle above you. Turn off the tape now!

He'd placed the rowing arms in the bench press position, but he'd pushed them all the way up and locked them there. They looked like the handlebars of the banana seat bike she had as a kid, but with the handles facing inward, and no tassels on the grips. It was easy for her to clasp her right wrist because she had her left hand to help. But she was right-handed. Finding a way to bind her other wrist was going to prove more of a challenge.

But that's exactly what he had in mind when she turned the tape back on. With her right arm held high in the air, she struggled to even reach the tape player again, having to pull it closer so that she could press the play button one last time. Knowing it was going to take a while, she started working on the other wrist as she waited for him to talk.

I want you to look at the other carabiner carefully, so you'll know where it is.

His instruction was odd because she knew where it was. She was looking right at it, already lining it up. In fact, she had her wrist almost in place, ready to push it to the left, the ring on the bracelet already pressing in on the latch that would snap back in place to seal her fate. But then she heard his next sentence.

You'll need to memorize where to place your wrist in your head. Now, put the blindfold in place.

"The blindfold!," she screamed in her head. She'd totally forgotten about the blindfold. She moved to try place it over her eyes, but she jerked her arm too violently. The ring on the wrist bracelet caught on the clasp and it snapped shut quickly, latching much easier than any of the other carabiners had.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" she yelled, pulling at the binds that were now holding her captive where she was. She couldn't free herself if she'd wanted.

She lay helplessly, her knees up in the air, ankles locked to the outsides of the three foot wide bar. Her arms were held over her head, pulling her shoulders up slightly. It was like she was in a doggy position, but on her back. Yet she wasn't exactly how Neil wanted her, because she didn't have the blindfold on. She started sobbing uncontrollably as she thought of the trouble she was in. She'd messed up three times, each because she wasn't patient enough.

To make matters worse, she could feel her ass and her pussy starting to heat up and tingle.

"Mother fucker!" she cursed as she clenched her eyes shut, realizing at that moment that he'd coated the ass plug and the vibrating dildo with the infernal stimulation cream that only seemed to be used whenever she was Annabelle or Mistress Barbara. Since she hadn't played either role in so damn long she'd forgotten all about it.

She felt her body starting to sweat even more than it had been, both from the cream and the panic that had set in. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, running down the sides of her neck. Through all of that she felt another orgasm fast approaching; the powerful vibrator deep inside her stretched cunt held in place by the gallon can of stain, pushing it up against her clit.

Her breathing became ragged and she tried to hold it off because Neil started to speak again. She'd missed part of one of his instructions during her last climax. She wouldn't be able to rewind the tape this time. Straining, she tried to control her orgasm because he was addressing her directly.

Good evening again, Annabelle.

By now you should be bound to your new slut machine, as I've come to think of it. I'm sure you noticed that I modified that last carabiner to make it easier for you to latch onto it. I knew it would be a challenge to do it blindfolded, so I gave you a little help with it. You're welcome.

I hope you've listened to my instructions carefully. I'm sure you know by now that you'll be punished for every time you failed to do something I asked you to do. And you'll be punished for every time you didn't do something you should have.

I know you, Annabelle. You profess to be a perfectionist, and you also make a great deal of fuss about your need for organization and keeping things in order. I've learned to accept those traits, because they help make you the incredible woman you are. I've learned to love them. That said I'm certain that you've let your one true character flaw come to the surface more than once since you've been down here. But, we'll see. Perhaps I'll be pleasantly surprised.

I'll be coming home tonight and honestly I'm not sure what I'll find. Since you're listening, it's pretty obvious to you. But as I record this, there's just as good a chance that you either never made your way to your dungeon like I hoped, or that you've found it and you're extremely angry with me for even thinking that you'd want to do this. I dread that possibility.

The truth is I've been dreaming of this for a very long time. I've hinted, often, about this very thing. If you think back over the last few weeks, you might remember several of them. We even yelled at each other not that long ago, and I said that it was MY turn to be in charge. The truth is I was beginning to wonder if we'd ever do this again and I took a hell of a risk doing all of this for you the last three weeks, especially if you end up never hearing this and you're angry with me right now.

It was a risk I was willing to take, and it not only should that tell you just how much I've been hoping we might do this, it also should show just how much I love you. For the last three weeks, I've been toiling away, either remodeling a bathroom or creating this special playground for you. Even on the day when you were teaching other women how to do the VERY THING you're doing now, I was down here busting my ass, all in hope that you might want to share this with me again, with no promise that you'll actually want to. After all, we haven't done this in years.

Again, I know that since you're listening to me, you made your mind up to do this. I know that goes against all the other times you've submitted to me, babe, and how significant that is. You've always taken your time to work yourself up into the right frame of mind, and this time it's more of a surprise. But also know that I had no guarantees when I set out to do this for you. I wanted to surprise you, like you do for me all the time. But I'm also am very concerned as I make this tape that I could be jeopardizing our relationship. You could be very angry at me for doing all of this. I have no idea why you stopped wanting to be Annabelle and I feel in my heart that I have no right to ask to become her. All I know is that I miss that part of you, and I'm hoping right now that she'll come out to play.

Since you're here in your dungeon, bound helpless with a plug in your ass and a cock in your cunt, I guess it's safe to say that you not only want to play, we've actually started playing. You are officially Annabelle again.

So, here's the deal. I did the math. It's been eight hundred twenty-six days since I've been with you, Annabelle. That's a long... fucking... time. And frankly, I'm a little pissed about it. You've been denying this part of you from me, and worse, from yourself. You once told me that she is part of who you are, and she always will be, but for some reason you've held back. And to make matters worse, you never bothered to explain why. Yet you had no problem dressing the part and teaching other women how to be just like you. So now it's time to pay for that. After all, you're mine. You belong... TO ME!

Eight hundred twenty-six days, Annabelle. That's the number. And that's how many times I'm going to spank, or whip, or paddle, or swat that sweet, sexy little ass of yours... one stroke for every day we've been apart as a reminder of how long it's been. Consider it a lesson. Perhaps next time you won't wait as long.

Now, I have no intention of making it so hard on you that you can't function for me. I have plans to have other fun with you too, and that's a lot of punishment to take in just a couple of days. That's why you're going to be Annabelle until NEXT weekend. That's right. Your body is mine to control until a week from Sunday. It's only fair. You've gone almost twenty-thousand hours denying that the dirty slut inside you still exists. So I'm going to take me a little over two-hundred to remind you of that.

Remember your safe word, or to grunt three times if your mouth is full. I'll stop the second you do either. And remember above all else that I love you Annabelle.

I'll be home in a little while. I hope when I get there that you'll be right where you are now, ready and waiting for me. If not, I guess I'll be in for a long, disappointing weekend. I pray I'm right though and that you're still in there somewhere, begging for me to let you out. I promise you though, I'm going to push you, and test you. There is going to be pain, but I know you love that, because with the pain comes the pleasure you're dreaming about right now. If you're a good girl and do as I say, I'll give you that pleasure too.