Ann: The Married Years Ch. 23

But all of that was nothing compared to knowing her mound was now bare. First, the hair had been trimmed short, the strands now in a zipped sandwich bag that was on the dresser beside her. Her pussy had been shaved bald shortly afterward. Annabelle was happily surprised she got to do the honors. Stacy suddenly felt very vulnerable. She expected to be used and abused. She never dreamed she'd have something done to her that actually altered how she looked.

It was going to be a reminder; one that she'd have to live with much longer than any bruise or welt she might get during the night. She could picture looking in the mirror a month from now, having to recall how she willingly gave up control of her body to someone besides her husband. It was something she never dreamed she'd ever do and yet her wet pussy reminded her every second just how turned on she was by doing it.

Beth was turned on too, lying in the middle of Ann's bed, slowly playing with her pussy while she waited for Neil to return.

Once she'd finished shaving Stacy, Ann was done for the night. Leading her down to the crawlspace he took a moment to break character, unwilling to hold in what had been on his mind much of the day.

"Ann," he said quietly as he unlocked the door.

"Ann? Wait, are we done?" she asked nervously, suddenly not wanting her time as his slave to end so prematurely.

"I need a minute with just you," he said as he turned to look at her.

His expression made her blanch knowing something wasn't right. "Oh my god... what happened?"

"Jeff fired Conrad today."

"Holy SHIT!" she said, before covering her mouth with her hands. "What does that mean... please don't tell me you have to switch shifts!"

It was amazing how good of a grasp she had on his job. He didn't talk about it often, not like she did about hers. But she paid attention whenever he did and she understood the ramifications of what it meant now that Conrad was gone.

"No. He promoted Randy tonight. In fact, Jeff's going to go to second shift. His plan is to help Randy get established with Conrad's crew... and to deal with Fred."

"So, who's running the show then?"

"Andy is for now, at least until we get to day shift next month. Then Thelma will. By the time Jeff gets back on day shift, we should be good."

"What about you? You have everything ready to go, right? Randy getting promoted isn't going to screw you, is it?"

"No. That's how I designed it to work. Trust me; Jeff and Andy were really pleased I had everything ready for something like this. Andy made a point to come out and tell me that before he left for the night."

"Well that's good news, then."

"Yeah, I just have to move people to different slots. Actually, I did that tonight. And I should have new employee starting on Monday. The only real downside is I'll have a lot of training to do over the next few months."

"So... you seem to be pretty good at that."

"Well, yeah... because I'm getting a lot of practice doing that at home of late," he said as he took her in his arms, kissing her under the stars on the moonless night.

She kissed him back, reveling in the touch of his lips on hers. It had been so long... too long. When he finally broke off, he sighed. "In you go, Annabelle," he said as he playfully swatted her ass.

"Can I ask you one more thing, Neil?"

"Sure."

"Why tell me now? If it didn't affect our lives, why couldn't it have waited? What was the hurry?"

Taking her by the hand, he pulled her through the door, smiling as he said, "You've finally learned the lesson, Annabelle. As soon as I'm done with Anastasia, you're going to cum like you've never cum before."

Hooking her collar to the chain, he closed her inside the dungeon, leaving her free to roam as she pleased. Instead of taking advantage she turned off the lights and went straight to her tent, unwilling to cave to the pressure of the orgasm she so desperately needed.

She felt good about where she was and what he said. Actually, she felt great at that moment about who she was. But she still wasn't sure what he meant by saying she had finally learned the lesson. It wasn't until she rationalized the idea of not frigging herself the moment he left that it came to her.

"I know he's going to make it worth the wait," she sighed, looking forward to how incredible it was going to feel to release all the pent-up sexual energy she'd been storing for days. "All I have to do is be patient. Holy fuck! That's IT! He's been teaching me to be...PATIENT!"

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"Are you going to check on her?" Beth moaned as she rode wildly up and down on Neil's hard cock.

He was pawing at her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her stiff nipples as she leaned back, her hands running through her long, silky hair.

"She's just cumming again," he replied, listening to Stacy scream as another orgasm rolled through her body.

"I know, but it's a little distracting," she said as she leaned down to try and kiss him. He rebuffed her attempt. Instead he lifted up, turning her with him as his feet hit the floor. Standing first to check his balance, he walked around the bed toward the door. "Oh... fuck! That's a first," she growled as he carried her, his cock still buried inside.

"Another one," he laughed as he shut the door, muffling the sounds coming from the guest bedroom.

"Good point... I still can't believe you fucked my ass," she giggled, "or that I loved it that much!"

He walked right back into the master bedroom, closing that door as well, before tossing her onto the bed. He flipped her onto her stomach, spreading her legs. His cock slipped easily into her again from behind and he began grinding his hips back and forth, his balls slapping against her.

"You're the one that insisted that you wanted to fuck."

"Yeah, but I didn't know that meant my ass, Neil."

"I tried to warn you. I've only been making love at night, and I'm --"

"Fucking in the morning. I know, I get it now. But I never dreamed by begging that you'd... do that."

"That's what you get for being a persistent, whiney little bitch. I promise, in the morning I'll leave your ass alone," he said as he grabbed her tits from behind.

Smiling, her face tilted to the side. She raised her hips slightly allowing him more room to maneuver, inviting his thick cock deeper inside her wanting cunt. "What if I want you to fuck my ass again in the morning?"

Pulling out, he repositioned in one fluid motion, pulling her cheeks apart with his thumbs as he rammed his shaft halfway into her ass on the first stroke.

"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"

"Anything you say, sweetie. If you want your ass fucked again, I'm okay with that!" he chuckled.

"Oh... SHIT! I didn't mean NOOOOWWWW!"

Ramming all the way home, he increased his pace. "That's too bad."

Feeling the pain give way to the pleasure she remembered from earlier, she couldn't contain herself. "OH... OH... FUCK! DON'T STOP! FUCK MY ASS!"

"My pleasure," he said as he sped up his strokes, spanking her cheek as he pounded harder.

Her piercing scream filled the room, making the windows rattle as he ravaged her ass. "OH MY FUCKING GOD!"

"Maybe next time, you won't try to give orders to a man who's spent the entire week giving them," he said as he swatted her ass again.

"OH FUCK!" she barked, her fingers flying to her clit, knowing she was climbing toward another incredible orgasm.

In the next room, Stacy was just coming down from another one of her own, unable to focus on anything but the buzzing in her ears caused by the vibrator wedged in her convulsing cunt.

Her arms were still tied at the wrists, but he'd redone them in front of her body before stretching them over her head. Her legs were tied just above her ankles and knees, the thick rope wound tight, digging into her skin. Her knees were bent, her thighs being pulled back toward her head in an extreme way, the ropes holding her knees and upper legs level with her hips at a right angle. Her feet pointed toward the lower corners of the bed, the ropes on her ankles pulling them downward.

She had two thick pillows under her ass to lift her, bending her body in the process; only her feet, upper back and head actually touching the mattress. She was still wearing the nipple clamps, although they'd been tightened considerably since they'd first been put on. Her breasts were also being stretched; the chain between the clamps tied with a rope to a hook on the ceiling fan directly above the bed, pulling her chest upward.

She had Ann's purple butt plug in her ass; only because her Master didn't feel like going down to the dungeon to retrieve the larger black one. She was still stretched in ways she never imagined, considering like Beth, she'd never had anything up her ass before. She'd wondered why Ann insisted on giving them both several enemas as part of their preparation, and now she knew the reason.

Her mouth was still gagged with her switch, making the drool flow down her cheeks. And she'd been blindfolded ever since she'd been tied up in the guest bedroom, finding it rather unnerving at first. Once the blindfold was in place, he stuffed her pussy with a fat, pulsing vibrator, actually using rope to create sort of a bondage G-string, keeping it in place.

Flipping on the switch, he swatted her breasts a few times with a small whip that had a dozen or so foot-long leather tails, making her scream out around the switch in her mouth. Then he left her, telling her that she was going to be cumming soon and he wasn't going to stop the vibrator for two hours.

It actually ended up being longer. He was having such a time fucking Beth senseless he lost track of his long it had been. When he came in Beth's ass a second time he pulled out and gave her cheeks a couple more swats of his hand before saying he'd be right back.

Stacy was a blubbering mess when he returned. She'd been trying to thrash her head back and forth but the length of the stick out of the sides of her mouth kept her from moving. Her clit felt twice as big as it had when he started. It was swollen and red, along with her puffy cunt lips, clinging to very end of the vibrator. He switched it off, smacking the undersides of her breasts again with the whip before kissing her over the makeshift bit in her mouth.

"Tomorrow, you'll feel what it's like to have that ass swatted," he whispered as he left her tied there.

The rush that ran through her was incredible. She'd cum more times than she could count. It became one long, continuous orgasm rumbling through her body. She began to think of it like thunder in the distance, becoming louder as the storm that was her climax approached. Then a bolt of lightning would strike her pussy, the electricity firing through her entire body as she came. Then the thunder began rumbling again, and she knew another bolt would strike the same place eventually.

She panted, trying to catch her breath. Every slight movement caused her nipples to pull against the clamps squeezing them, making her wince in pain. It was all so hard to comprehend what was happening to her; her pussy and ass still stuffed full, her body restrained in a way that both ached and felt incredible at the same time.

She began picturing how she must look to be bound the way she was. It felt both erotic and dirty. For whatever reason she'd never felt sexier in her life. While she'd been devastated about having her mound shaved, her clit somehow felt so much more sensitive when she came. She was sure that was because of what he was doing to her, but perhaps there was more to it than that. All she knew was that she loved what she was doing.

"Then again, he hasn't even whipped my ass yet," she groaned.

That was the one thing she'd been obsessed about from the day she watched Felicia on the receiving end. She knew it would likely be the most incredible pain she would ever experience in her life and yet for some reason she still wanted to. In some strange way, she needed to, even if it was just once.

But she had to wait until morning. "How am I ever going to get to sleep like this?" she thought, pulling at the ropes that held her to the bed. She wasn't uncomfortable, really. She was just so worked up she didn't think she could calm her heart enough to rest.

"AaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she moaned, another small orgasm ripped from her body. It came from moving just enough to make her clit rub against the shaft of the vibrator. That actually had her crying, the emotion of everything coming to a head.

"She's crying Neil," Beth said as he held her, the two of them spooning as they tried to sleep.

"And?" he whispered.

"D... don't you think you should let her go now?"

"She's fine, Beth. She just had another orgasm, and now she's fighting against having any more."

"Didn't you turn off that thing?"

"The vibrator?"

"Yeah, didn't you turn it off?"

"Um hmm. But I left it in. She's going to cum a couple more times, but she'll fall asleep soon."

"How do you know?"

"I'm married to Annabelle, remember? Now get some sleep. I've got a lot to do tomorrow."

"Okay, sweetie. G'nite."

"Uh... you too," he said as his half-hard cock pressed against the crack of her ass, making her moan.

"I love that big cock you have, Neil."

"It's not mine... its Ann's. She's just letting you borrow it for the night while she's away. And someday, you'll be asked to thank her for allowing you to use it."

Hers was an innocent comment, but he wasn't taking any chances.

He didn't have to worry about Carol, or Heather. They'd been in his life a long time, and they both knew the deal when it came to the sexual games he enjoyed together with his wife. And he really wasn't concerned about Felicia. With her being older and having a regular group of boytoys she liked to play with, she wasn't going to be a problem. Frankly, Olivia didn't create any reason for pause. She'd fallen easily into the role she was supposed to play, mainly because she'd talked to Carol, and because she and Ben had been swinging since before they got married. She knew how to leave emotion out of it.

Beth was rather new at that type of encounter however, and that had been a concern to him even before he sent the invitation. He wanted to have fun, but he wasn't going to leave her with any impression that this was more than a one-time event. And he wanted to make absolutely sure she knew where the limits were. He didn't want to have any regrets about what was turning out to be an incredible week. Yet that could easily happen if just one of the women he'd invited over mistook sex for something more.

That was actually the real reason for fucking her. It was a totally different tactic than what he'd used all week, and he manipulated her into that direction from the very start; pressing her buttons, trying to get her to be more aggressive while saying that he wanted to make love to her instead. The fact of the matter was that making love to Beth seemed incredibly dangerous.

As it turned out he felt the same way about cuddling. Unlike every other woman that had shared his bed during the week, he suddenly found that notion rather unappealing. Rolling over, he left her on the far side of the bed, not wanting to do anything that seemed remotely intimate, just like he'd steadfastly refused to kiss her, or be tender during sex.

It had all been easier than he'd thought it would be. Beth showed her hand quickly, begging him to fuck her almost as soon as they were naked in bed. He seized that opportunity to treat her differently than he had Ann's other replacements. Cuddling with her afterward would have sent a mixed message, and he caught himself. Once she drifted off a short time after he rolled over, he actually got up to go check on Stacy.

Finding her restless as well, he decided to cuddle against her instead. It was something he'd need to do at some point anyway. Aftercare was a vital part of a good D/s relationship, and Stacy was newer at that than Beth was at fucking outside her marriage. This was her first experience as a submissive, ever, and he knew where she went with it after their time together would depend on how she responded to all parts of it.

He removed the stick from her mouth, smiling when she whispered, "Thank you Master." He also removed the clamps from her breasts, covering her mouth with his as she screamed; the rush of the blood flowing to her nipples making them shoot with pain as they throbbed.

Untying her legs, he left the makeshift G-string in place, wanting her to feel stuffed. But he did remove the pillows from under her ass, tucking one under her head while laying his on the other. She still had her eyes covered, her arms held over her head. Calming her down with soft kisses to her temple, he ran his hand softly along her belly and bald mound, telling her how amazing she'd been so far. It was exactly what someone new to the world of bondage would need.

His decision made, he ended up sleeping there, knowing it was the only way either of them would get any rest.

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Ann's wakeup call was much different than any of the other ones she'd had during the week. She was still being serenaded by screaming, but it was different. First it wasn't caused from Neil fucking someone so hard the floor above her shook. She didn't even hear the telltale sounds of the bed moving. Secondly it wasn't coming from directly overhead. It was on the other side of the dungeon, which meant whatever was going on above her was taking place in the guestroom.

It wasn't hard to figure out, really. She didn't need to be Sherlock Holmes to deduce that he had decided to forego his morning romp with Beth, instead concentrating on his other sleepover guest.

Stacy was still on the bed in the guestroom, her body flipped over from how she'd slept on her back. She was now on her knees, her arms held high over her head by the ropes still binding her wrists; the end now tied to the hooks designed into the ceiling fan.

Neil smiled any time he used it that way, loving how something so practical could be transformed into an object that had a more ominous use. He was also glad that he had the foresight to go into the attic when he first installed it, making sure to reinforce the junction box to the rafters so the fan could handle the additional load of having something heavy hanging from it.

It wasn't supporting Stacy's entire weight, but it was holding her upper body parallel with the bed as she was bent over. Her knees were spread wide, held in place by the ropes tied again just above her knees. Her ankles were pulled toward the foot of the bed, making her toes point to the corners. Instead of the stick, she had a traditional ball gag in her mouth, not that it was keeping her from screaming behind it, but it did muffle the sound somewhat.

The nipple clamps had been put back on, the chain between them stuffed into her mouth before the gag was placed there; the result forced her big breasts to be pulled toward her shoulders at an obscene angle. That wasn't enough. Neil hung a couple of the weights he'd been using on Ann, hooking them through a link on each side, making them stretch her nipples further. With her blindfold on all she could do was listen and wait for the next blow to hit the hot, reddened flesh of her shapely ass, which was still stuffed with the butt plug. He'd removed the ropes and taken the vibrator out, but left the plug to force her cheeks apart slightly; knowing it would make what he was doing feel wicked.

He was giving her a crash course in the art of disciplining a slave. While he'd taken his time with Ann, utilizing different items each day of the week to use on her ass, he was employing practically every weapon in his BDSM arsenal to give her the full experience. He knew he only had one chance at what he was doing and he wanted to leave a lasting impression, or at the very least, a red, sore behind that she'd feel for the better part of the week.