Ann: The Married Years Ch. 21

"Baby... I love you," she cried, a sense of fear etched on her face. "And I want to make you happy. I really, really do. But..."

His hand landed on her ass, the resounding smack resonating throughout what certainly had become her dungeon.

Grabbing her by the hair, he gave her a stern stare. "But... what, Annabelle."

"I haven't changed my mind," she answered, nervously awaiting the retribution she was sure would follow.

"Well I have, and I'm in charge."

"Why?"

"Why am I in charge? Because you listened to the tape, and you put the collar around your neck."

"No... why have you changed your mind about me... fucking other men? I don't understand."

"It's because you've decided to surround yourself with women that do it. Felicia, Carol, Heather, Olivia, Beth, Tina... the list goes on and on."

"We've been over that Neil... I mean Master! Heather, Tina and Carol don't count...they only fuck you. And the other three... well, I can name just as many women I've been with that don't."

"And they would be?"

"Stacy, Dana, Missy, Penny, Martina... there are only three that actually fuck men other than you."

"Yes, but they do fuck men. And the other three fuck me. That means you're around a half-dozen women that fuck men outside their relationship. That also means that as slutty as you can be, it's only a matter of time before you want to do it too. So, I've decided to just force the issue. It's time. I want to see someone fuck you," he smiled.

"Neil, I..."

His hand landed on her ass, his other covering her mouth. "I'm done talking about this Annabelle. You're going to fuck, and you're going to enjoy it. If you don't like what I'm making you do, say the word right now and I'll stop. But if we stop, we're never doing this again."

That stunned her. She was just getting started, and although her ass was killing her, as were her tits from being tied and smashed into the carpet the way they were, her pussy was admitting just how turned on she was. This development had her mind spinning though, and when he took his hand from her lips she remained silent.

It was such an about face in his stance on their lifestyle. She'd become so comfortable. They loved and were committed to each other and yet in their marriage they'd made allowances to enhance their sex life. The fact that both of them felt comfortable with the other having sex with other women was something neither of them dreamed of when they first became engaged. But it had worked for them. She had even come to grips with the fact that she was bisexual; a thought that never would have crossed her mind before she met him.

But they'd talked about her fucking men. This wasn't a new subject; they'd discussed it ad nauseam, and had always seemed to agree. His sudden insistence was a new attitude on his part, and that had her nervous... even scared.

From a purely physical standpoint, she didn't necessarily have a problem with the act itself. That was only because he was going to make her do it, and that was a kink she did get off on; the reality of not having a choice. That's one of the reasons she loved being Annabelle to begin with, the helpless feeling that she had no control over her body, or her sexuality. She was his... a mere possession for him to play with, and that feeling excited her to no end. That alone was why her pussy was wet.

And it was sex, which she obviously loved. She was a sexual creature by her very nature, always craving to find new ways to keep their relationship hot and steamy. Or in this case, she was dirty and slutty while he was portraying strong and dominating. So she could, under the circumstances, perhaps wrap her head around the idea of letting a man fuck her if that's what her Master really wanted. She was his slave after all.

But what then? What would happen to their relationship once they crossed that line? She couldn't bear the thought of doing it under other circumstances, making love to a man other than her husband in the comfort of their bed. It was different to her, because when they shared their bed with a woman, they both had sex with her. There was no way on earth she could ever see her Neil having sex with another man, nor did she want to. That wasn't something that excited her in the least. And that meant it would just be her doing something with whoever he chose, and that felt wrong.

She wasn't sure how she was supposed to handle it mentally... or emotionally for that matter. It all seemed too dangerous. And while it might be okay while they were doing it, she was certain they'd instantly regret it once they were done with their bondage games. It wasn't something they could try and cross off their list. It might forever stain their marriage. Yet there she was actually considering it.

The problem was his ultimatum. It was something she never thought would happen. While it had been far too long since she'd stripped down and let her husband tie her up, the way she was bound that very moment played on her brain. She honestly missed being treated in such as crude way. It was painful, and constricting, and filthy, and dirty, and naughty, and slutty, and demeaning, and degrading... and somehow it was all exactly what she needed.

She not only missed it more than she cared to admit, now that she was doing it the idea that they'd never do it again wasn't something she cared to think about. Annabelle was indeed a part of who she was. She no more cared to cut that part of her life out than to stop having sex with women at that point. Then again if that were the cost to make her husband happy, she'd gladly give up both of them. But she'd long for them and that would eventually eat away at the foundation they'd built together.

Yes, people obviously change. Particularly when it comes to their sex lives. She could see them slowing down at some point, but she never envisioned a time when they'd altogether stop doing something that they both obviously enjoyed. And yet he was telling her if they didn't do this... if she didn't fuck another man, then she'd never be tied up again. She didn't know what to do or what to say to him.

With the absurd way he'd bound her as she lay contemplating her options over what literally were just a few seconds, she felt helpless, and a little hopeless. She loved how wicked she felt tied the way she was. It was something she could never feel on her own. She'd tried her hand at self-bondage and while it was good, this was incredible.

Her silence spoke for her, at least as far as Neil was concerned.

"Since you've not giving me any indication that we're going to stop, we're going forward with this," he said as he picked up the ends of rope that were still lying on her back.

He did some fancy rigging, the focal point being the thick metal ring near her arms. He threaded the ropes through that ring, which he moved to the middle of her back. Then he wound the end one of the rope around her right ankle several times before tying it off, making sure it was secure before repeating it with the other rope on her left.

Unhooking the chain from her collar, he attached a large hook onto the end of it and then maneuvered the hook over the center of her body. She could hear what he was doing, but it was hard for her to see with the way she'd been tied. All she could do was lie there and wonder what he'd do next. That and cry softly, wondering who the mystery man was that was going to soon be fucking her. Not to mention how he'd fuck her. With the way she was positioned, it wasn't exactly going to be easy for either of them.

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"OOOOOOHHHHHH FUUUUUCKKKKK! I'MMMMMM CUUUUMMMIIINGG!"

Ann's body twisted and writhed, a miracle considering her restrictive binds. She certainly shuddered as her climax overtook her senses. Her pussy gripped at the shaft slowly moving in and out of her pussy, her walls stretching around it. And then suddenly it was gone again, returning to her ass.

"OH... GOD YES! FUCK MY ASS AGAIN! FUCK MY ASS!" she yelled.

Just when she'd get used to being rammed in one hole, she'd feel it pull out and slam into her other one, all the while driving her insane. It was too much, her body swaying back and forth, her nipples on fire from the abuse her Master was doing to them. It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced in her life. And to think she had been so opposed to swinging at the time.

"OH... FUCK!" she screamed again as the action shifted once more from her ass to her pussy, her walls clinging to the thick shaft as it bottomed out.

"You love this, don't you Annabelle," he chuckled as his hand sped up, ramming the dildo faster into her cunt.

"YES... YES! I LOVE IT, MASTER!"

"Then tell him you want to cum again."

"PLEASE ANTONIO... MAKE ME CUM!"

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It had all been a ruse.

Neil wanting Ann to think he'd changed his thoughts on fucking other men. It was also a diversion of sorts, getting her to focus on that to take her mind off the perverted idea he had regarding how he wanted to tie her up.

She'd bought into it, her psyche scrambling to process all the implications of letting another man use her body, other than her mouth like she occasionally did. She even tried to mentally compromise the act at one point, reasoning she could deal with Neil letting someone fuck her ass; but her pussy was for him and him alone. Yet even that notion went quickly by the wayside.

She had literally given herself to him to do as he wished, taking her role as Annabelle to heart. If, while they were playing that game, he wanted to make her into a true slut, one that would offer her pussy to other men for the enjoyment of her Master, she was reluctantly going to do it. But there would be a long, serious talk afterward... one where she admonished him for not considering talking to her about it ahead of time, and where she'd draw a line in the sand, making sure he knew she'd never fuck another man again unless she were Annabelle. And even then, she wasn't so sure the act itself wouldn't irreparably damage her trust in him.

That was ultimately what he was testing. He was interested in just how much she did trust him? Was she really willing to make that gigantic leap? He knew she wouldn't, even if she said she would. The truth was they both knew if a man walked into the crawlspace, she would have been yelling her safe word, Utah, so loud the people in that state would have heard it all the way from where they were in West Virginia.

Still, she went about preparing her mind, thinking she could find a way of coming to terms with what he was making her do. Meanwhile he got her into position. And that was where things became interesting.

When he'd played with her mind, telling her that it was time for them to learn to enjoy swinging, he wasn't necessarily lying about that concept. He just had an entirely different definition in mind for that word.

He grabbed the metal ring that was lying against her back, placing the hook he'd attached to the end of the chain though it. Pulling on the chain to make it tight, the ropes began to stretch out in the process. Using the clever pulley system that he'd devised to lift things underneath the house, he hoisted Ann into the air by her bindings.

"What the --" she gasped as she felt herself rising from the floor, the weight of her body held up by her ankles and the rope between her upper arms. He continued to pull, gradually raising her so that her mouth was in line with his erect cock. And that meant her ass and pussy were also at the right level... for someone to fuck her.

"I like this," he said, proud of the way his vision had turned out.

"I... I can't believe you even thought of something like this. Who has a mind like that?"

"You do, babe," he said as he secured the chain in place, holding her body steady at that height. "You've been surprising me sexually like this for years now. All I'm doing it trying to keep up." He pushed on her shoulders, making her sway and spin as she hung from the ceiling. "I have all kinds of dirty ways in mind to use this," he grinned, stopping her so that he could slap his hand on her pussy several times.

"OH FUCK!" she shivered, the way his hand landed on her clit feeling bad and good at the same moment.

"Are you ready for me to call your lover," he asked, spinning her around so he could look her in the face, sort of.

"I... I'll do this for you, Master. But believe me when I say this. We'll be talking about this in a week or so, and I'm predicting it won't be pretty," she said sternly, her tears telling him all he needed to know.

"You didn't answer my question. Are you ready for me to call your lover?"

"Whoever it is, he's not my lover. I'm a slut and a slave right now. I'm going to be fucked. I'll accept that you're making me do it. But I am NOT his lover. I'm Annabelle, and he'll fuck me because my Master wants him to. Just understand that Ann may never forgive Neil for this!"

He ignored her last comment, knowing he'd pushed her as far as he wanted to go.

"Nevertheless, I do want you to. And he is your lover. He always has been," he grinned as he kissed her forehead before he walked over to one of the bins she'd stacked on top. Flipping it open, he put his hand around the edge of his mouth, yelled into the bin, "Antonio! Annabelle needs you now!"

Raising her head from the spot she'd been staring at on the carpet below, she smirked as she watched him remove one of her signature model dildos from inside the bin. "Antonio?"

"Would I really let anyone else fuck that pretty little pussy of yours, Annabelle?"

"You are one evil man, Neil Thomas," she winked, knowing she'd pay for calling him by name.

"I'm surprised you were so willing let someone else fuck you," he said as he ran the head of the thick rubber penis she'd come to love through the folds of her pussy.

"I would have safe-worded," she confessed in a moment of weakness. Or perhaps it was one of strength, her resolve to put her marriage over their games needing to be stated for the record. With that she added, "I'll never fuck anyone but you, Master. I love you."

"I know you wouldn't have," he nodded, "and I know you love me. And I know you love Antonio too."

Indeed, it felt like an old friend to her as he slid it inside her cunt. Or at least, one of many of the old friends that she owned. She literally had dozens of them, all named after her Latin lover, Antonio; Neil's middle name. And she'd named them that because they reminded her of her husband's cock; the closest replica she could find to his length and girth when she went shopping for a perfect dildo.

While it wasn't quite as thick as his shaft, it was a little longer. It was close enough though. Especially when you consider how much closer in proximity it had been to her than his actual cock was when she bought the first one. She had needed something to fill the void, missing her fiancé at the time, having become engaged and then separated almost instantly by two thousand miles. That void was the one between her legs, suddenly empty after being so wonderfully filled during the week they'd fallen in love.

Antonio became her lover, making her feel closer to Neil while they were apart. He also taught her a great deal. Not only was Antonio a patient lover, he was also very nurturing. He brought out the sluttier side of her sexuality, driving her to learn better fellatio techniques, and to branch out with the ways she used her body to please a man. It was Antonio that taught her to deepthroat, and he was the one that showed her how amazing anal sex could be. He'd broadened her sexual horizons so that she could become a better lover for Neil; and better wife.

She was already more woman sexually than Neil could ever have hoped for. That she wanted to give him more, and took such amazing steps to do it, always amazed him.

He amazed her. As much as she learned from her dildo, it was her husband that brought out the best in her; and the actual slut for that matter. The fact that she was suspended from a floor joist over her head, her body constricted in an intricate display of rope bondage, pretty much said it all. She loved what he was doing to her, but more important was that she loved that he thought of doing it at all.

That affection included the mental anguish of thinking she might have to let another man fuck her. She knew her limits, and yet she tried to talk herself out of them to please him. She knew she really wouldn't have, having meant what she said. With her safe word at the ready, she would have quickly put an end to it if Neil had been serious and someone showed up.

Even with that devilish, and somewhat dangerous mind game, she wasn't mad at him. She was a very intelligent woman, recognizing after the fact that what he was really doing all along was re-painting over that faded line; reminding her of where it was and what they both knew. Neither of them wanted her fucking another man. Ever.

She even loved it when he stopped fucking her with Antonio so that he could balance the scales a bit. Her thick nipples were practically begging for his attention. He obliged by first sucking on them wildly, pulling and biting at them with his teeth. Then he pulled out a pair of nipple clamps with small metal rings on the ends of them. Opening the rubber covered grips, he placed it over her left nipple, letting go so it would bite into her flesh.

"OH FUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!" she yelled, the searing pain running through her breast, her nipple throbbing from the pressure being placed on it. Her tits were already over-sensitive from being lassoed like they were. The extreme color they'd become was startling to see and now that her breasts were bloated like they were, the nubs that adorned the ends literally looked ripe and plump. The clamp squeezed her left one, pressing it almost flat, some of the rubber grabbing her areola on the top and bottom. He pulled at the ring to make sure it was secure, smiling as she cursed at him through her clenched teeth.

Doing the same to her right nipple, he wasn't finished. He pulled out several large, heavy metal weights, each of them with a hook on the end. They were round and silver, like evil Christmas tree ornaments and her eyes lit up when he flashed them in front of her face.

"W... what are those for?" she asked.

Pulling a table over from the corner, he placed them on top, along with her riding crop with the leather patch on the end, her blindfold, and her powerful wand vibrator, which he plugged in using an extension cord.

"Those are for motivation," he grinned.

"Motivation for what?" she grimaced in return, the throbbing in her breasts almost unbearable as she tried to adjust to the pain.

"Think of them as reminders that you're my slut. In ten minutes, you'll be used to how those clamps feel, and I'll likely be doing something to you that you find rather enjoyable. Those are to help you remember that with pleasure comes pain, and vice versa."

With that, he took the dildo and stuffed in back her cunt, working it in and out, stroking her while he stroked his cock. He was bringing her closer to an orgasm while he primed himself for one of his own later on.

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As soon as Ann yelled out that she wanted Antonio to make her cum again, Neil grabbed a couple of the silver weights off the table. She'd long since been blindfolded, only able to hear him as he used her body while it swayed back and forth from the ceiling of the dungeon. Placing the hook over the ring of the clamp on one of her nipples he dropped it, making it pull down with such force that she let out a blood curdling scream.

"Quiet, Annabelle... or the gag goes in your mouth. I don't want the neighbors coming over to investigate. If they do, I might just let them play with you... after all, you've already consented to let a man fuck that pussy of yours while you're my slave. I'd be forced to let them if you can't control your screaming."