Ann: The Married Years Ch. 21

His cock was fucking her ass, but her pussy was being stuffed as well, his hand working Antonio back and forth, timing the strokes so they'd enter her at the same time. It obviously wasn't the first time she'd had both holes filled. He'd done that to her many times. But it had been over a year at least, and it somehow felt deliciously depraved to her, as if it had never happened before.

The rubber cock pressed against her pussy ring and her clit, each stroke making her nipples burn and her cunt spasm. Her vaginal walls would grip at the fake dick as she clenched at his real one with her ass. Some of it was deliberate, yet most seemed to be involuntary; her body reacting naturally to how she was feeling and what he was doing to her.

His palm came crashing down on her ass, the sound stinging her ears as much as the force of his blow hurt her cheek. He'd been doing that sporadically and she never bothered to count. She knew it was part of their fucking and not her punishment, even though it felt the same. Well, it felt the same physically, but in her head she knew the difference. The emotional and mental connections weren't the same at all. In the right mood she loved having her ass spanked while they fucked no matter how much it hurt.

He knew she was close, and he wanted to hear her. Pulling at the strap, the ball gag popped from her lips just in time.

Neil growled, pumping hard with both his cock and his hand, trying to get her off one more time before he ended their night. He didn't have to try, really. He could have done almost anything and she would have cum at that point. But he loved a big finish. Plowing deep inside, he watched as her upper body pressed harder into the rocks, her face glowing as her thighs started to shake.

"I'MMMMM CUUUUMMMMINNNGGGG MAASSSTEEERRRR!"

"God, I love her," he said as he spanked her ass again, admiring how much she could take and how angelic she looked even while delving into the darkest part of her sexuality.

When she came down, he finally pulled out, replacing his cock with her largest butt plug. He got up off the mat he'd been using for his own knees, smacking her ass a few more times before lifting her up off the ground.

As he carried her toward the tent, she bit her lower lip as she looked on him with a wondrous gaze.

"You... you're not going to cum again?" she asked as he placed her on the air mattress and went about removing the ropes constricting her breasts.

"No," he stated bluntly, his cock throbbing right there in front of her.

She winced as the blood flowed to her tits, the pain of it rushing through her veins almost making her swoon. He lovingly massaged them for a moment, before working to free her left arm from her leg, adoring the marks the tiny gravel had left in her knees, comparing them to the ones left behind by the rope as he unwound it.

"Why not?" she finally asked nervously; scared of the answer she knew would follow.

He finished taking off the ropes binding her right limbs, before grabbing her by the hair and shoving his cock deep in her throat. She moaned, thinking about where it had just been. No matter how many times she sucked him after he fucked her ass, a perverse thrill always ran through her at the thought of how raunchy and slutty that act was. Yes, her ass was always kept clean for him... but that didn't change the fact that it had been in her ass and it felt dirty.

He fucked her face for a minute or so, loving how she could take him. But eventually he pulled out, controlling his orgasm... and his loving slave in the process.

Flicking at the strings that still bound her nipples to her pussy ring, he made her growl. "These can come off your nipples as soon as I leave, but they stay tied to your ring. The plug stays in your ass. Go to sleep, Annabelle... I'll see you in the morning."

"You didn't answer my question," she said as he moved out of the tent, pulling down the zipper from the other side.

"You already know the answer," he replied as he turned out the lights.

Quietly, she said it for him. "I... I'm still not worthy of your cum."

"That's right. And you won't be until I finish training you."

"Training me to what, Master?"

"To know not to ask these kinds of questions, for one. Trust me, when I'm finished with your training, you'll understand."

"I don't understand."

"Exactly. But you will," he said as he closed the door, leaving her there in the dark.

Hearing him lock her inside, she quickly removed the loops from her nipples, crying out as the blood rushed into them. She was alone, her ass still filled. So was her pussy... he'd left the dildo inside it. But he didn't tell her to keep it there like he had the butt plug. Thinking about what he said, she wasn't sure what to do with it... leave it in or take it out. But she knew for sure what she wasn't going to do with it.

"If he's not cumming, neither am I," she said, closing her eyes.

She closed her legs as she lay on her side, her hand moving the chain that was against her body. Her fingers followed along the metal, all the way to her collar. Touching the leather, she sighed, traipsing along the top edge where it met her neck, until she found the lock in front that was keeping it in place.

Sighing again, she closed her eyes. "What is it I'm supposed to be learning?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Neil was upstairs, if you could be upstairs in a ranch. He'd walked naked around the back yard, up the hill, and up the four stairs of the deck, so he assumed that counted. After all, his wife was directly below him as he got ready for bed.

He took a quick shower in the new bathroom, washing off the day's grime and sweat. It wasn't a cold shower, even though he probably could have used one. The truth was he was so used to having a perpetual erection he kind of liked the feeling. So he cleaned up, not bothering to try and get it to go down. It would eventually do that all on its own now that he was preoccupied.

It was two in the morning, and yet he needed to do a couple of things before he could finally go to sleep. One of them was to calm down after messing up. He walked back toward the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge. Sitting in his favorite chair in the dark, he rocked back and forth, cursing himself for being so careless.

"Why did I have to tell her I'm training her for something? Now I have to come it with an actual something!" he moaned.

Taking another drink, he closed his eyes, trying to figure out just what that could be. The last thing he wanted to do was set her up on this amazing journey he'd created, only to have it lead to nowhere. He was better than that, and so was Ann.

"She would have had an ending already figured out," he surmised, knowing that one of his biggest challenges in doing anything sexually adventurous with her was that she was so good at doing them, he didn't want to appear lame or uninspired in comparison. She had set the bar so high on so many occasions, it was a wonder he tried at all for fear of falling woefully short. But she deserved to be treated to a fantasy every now and then, even one as fetish-laden as bondage and submission.

He was stumped. He thought he knew where he was going, but that all changed with the idea that she was having to wait for his sperm and that she wasn't worthy. He could have played that off easily by eventually telling her she'd earned it with all that she'd done. Yet he went and upped the ante on himself, without being prompted.

"For fucks sake, Thomas, why couldn't you just keep your fucking mouth shut?" he said in a moment of self-loathing.

The beer calmed him, as did feeling cleaner and cooler in the air-conditioned living room. He stared out the window, his bare feet rubbing against the carpet, trying to come up with a solution before he went to bed. It had to be good, and real. She'd know if it was something silly or made up. There had to be a purpose for all that he was doing.

"What is it I want her to learn from all of this?" he asked, wondering if there was something he hadn't considered yet.

The headlights almost blinded him as they turned the corner. He was surprised he hadn't closed the blinds, but then again, he'd been under the house most of the last two days. There were only two places a car could be going if it was heading down the hill and it was highly unlikely it was his house. True enough, it turned into the Wallace's driveway and he knew it was Felicia's. Like the Thomas home, theirs had just a one car garage and since her car was older it was the one that stayed outside.

There was another reason he'd heard as to why it wasn't the one allowed in the garage, at least according to Ann. Although he'd never personally seen it in all the time they'd been neighbors he had to assume it was true. After all, his wife had insisted she'd seen it many times waiting for him to come home from second shift, and he knew Ann would never lie to him.

Felicia's car really wasn't banished. It wasn't like she was being punished for being bad. She wanted to park outside because she loved being naughty instead. It provided her the opportunity to experience one of the thrills she gained from living the lifestyle of a promiscuous woman married to a man that encouraged her to fuck other men and then come home to him. One that was about to play out right in front of Neil as he stepped closer to the window, the voyeur in him coming to the forefront.

She got out of the car, strolling casually up the walk. It was hard to see her in the dark, but he could make out that she was wearing a skirt of some sort and a blouse. She stopped at the end of the walk, waiting as she crooked her finger toward their hidden stoop. Jason walked into view as she started unbuttoning her blouse, letting it fall open. Neil couldn't see anything, but he knew she was flashing him her tits.

Placing her hand on his head she pushed him down to his knees, guiding him. In seconds he was underneath her skirt, and she was tilting her head back in ecstasy. She'd brought him home a present, no doubt.

"Well I'll be a son of a bitch," Neil said with a chuckle as he took another swig, watching his friend eating his wife in front of their home, knowing he was likely tasting the cum of another man.

It was part of what turned Jason on. And while Neil didn't necessarily get it, or want to, he understood the idea of fetishes being to each their own and that as long as no one got hurt, he shouldn't be judging. After all, what would they think if they knew he was keeping Annabelle held captive in the crawlspace as his sex slave at that very moment?

As that hit him, he stared wide-eyed at Felicia. The proverbial light bulb over his head was so bright it was a wonder it didn't startle the couple next door having some not-so-innocent fun in front of their house. Felicia's actions had inspired him, giving him an idea of just what it was he was trying to teach Ann.

It had been there all along. He'd actually been thinking about it over and over for days. But now it was official. While he preyed on her tendencies of being neat and organized, and a creature of habit, it was her other character flaw that he found the most frustrating.

His goal all along, even if he didn't know it at the time they started all of this, was to get her to stop being so impatient.

He'd tried doing years before, when she wouldn't take no for an answer, insisting she wanted to start hanging things on the walls before they ever owned the home. But in the end, all that really did was lead to the emergence of Anna Renee. To be sure, he loved that new persona and the rougher than normal sex that came with it. She loved the way he'd rip off her clothes and spank her hard for toying with Stanley the hammer when she wasn't supposed to. But it didn't really resolve her being impatient. Anna Renee had simply morphed into the character she'd become when she'd been bad, emerging after an argument caused by the occasional rebellious streak she'd show.

But as Annabelle, he had a lot more discretion as to how far he could go and the reasoning behind it. Instead of just saying it was a bad habit and wishing she could change, it could be suddenly forbidden and he was going to break her of it.

That seemed pretty ridiculous when it first popped into his head, but in truth every move he'd made to that point had tested her patience. True, some of them were designed to strip her of whatever she found comfortable and routine as Ann, or Anna. But forcing her be patient was one of the principles he was using in their fun. It all made sense, even though he hadn't actually planned it that way. He wondered if it was part of his subconscious, knowing that it bugged him so much that he was heading in that direction without ever recognizing it.

Now he was motivated to succeed even if it was just in the framework of the what they were doing, although he didn't really expect it to stick. Hell, there were some times he thought it was cute when she did it. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if she wasn't so irritable when she didn't get her way right away.

Watching Felicia and how Jason was dutifully cleaning up the mess she had likely made of her pussy, a plan started to formulate. Suddenly, he was thrilled he'd had the foresight to tell Ann he was going to keep her as a slave until the next weekend. He'd been worried that he could actually be her Master for that long, thinking it was going to be difficult to come up with things to do with her or worse yet, that she might become bored. Now he had an idea of what to do during the week. Lots of ideas actually, all of them bombarding his brain at one time.

Finishing his beer, he became bold. He knew what he wanted to do and how to do it. All he had to do was... wait.