Ann: The Married Years Ch. 45

She nodded, never blinking as she came to grips with what was happening. Her body was bent backwards, her feet pulled up toward her hands behind her, forcing her big breasts to be thrust out. She'd seen enough of Neil's handiwork when he'd tied up Ann at the hotel to know what he was capable of. Now it seemed she'd tempted him, once too often.

"Good. Now you have a choice. You can simply wait for me to finish painting and I'll untie you and give you what you wanted... a good hard fuck. Or, I can put these on you. But if I do, well... who knows what all I'll do with you, or when I'll even finish. It's only Wednesday... Anna doesn't come home until Saturday, and I've got plenty of money to do whatever I want. After all, that's what hookers are for. All I have to do is pay you."

He let that linger on her mind for a moment, the clamps swaying in front of her face. Her eyes fixated on it the shiny silver as it moved, like a watch being manipulated by a hypnotist. She trembled at the idea of being at his mercy for so long, her mind filled with stories she'd heard from Ann. Hell, she'd seen some of the pictures that had been taken over the years to go along with what she'd witnessed and been a part of in person. It scared her. And it also turned her on.

It was outside the scope of the game, really. She was supposed to be a banker... although one that offered sexual services. Being tied up and used wasn't really one of them.

Part of her wanted to try it. Another wanted nothing to do with what he was insinuating might happen. All she knew was the more she stared at the clamps, the more she wanted to feel the bite of them on her nipples, yet she wasn't sure she could commit. At least not to the level that Ann seemed to thrive on. He'd given her an ultimatum, but it was an either/or consisting of options neither of which were of her liking. She couldn't help but think that was deliberate; the mind games that went with submitting being such an integral part of the experience.

He saw the trepidation in her expression. He could see her reasoning it out, but her face and her body language showed how conflicted she was over the prospect of having no control. There was no denying she was captivated by what was dangling from his finger, but there was something in her eyes that told him she was holding back. In truth, all he wanted to do was finishing painting the damn room. And with her occupied on the floor, he could do that. He'd also proved his point that he could take her anywhere she wanted to go if she'd let him.

With her unable to tell him what she wanted, and feeling she wouldn't even if there weren't a ball gag in her mouth, he made a decision for her. And unlike what he would have done if it were Ann, he compromised.

"I'm going to get this done, and I don't want to waste the opportunity to let you feel like Annabelle, even for a little while... so I'm going to put these on you anyway. We can decide what we'll do with you once I've got the room the way I want it.

The screams she made into the ball gag belied how much she loved what he'd done to her. Heather had always loved having her nipples toyed with, and the clamps were a whole new level of pain and pleasure. He left her there, whimpering as she rolled around a bit on the carpet, trying to fight off actually crying. At the same time, her pussy was suddenly wetter than it had been all week, and that was something she didn't think possible.

Gaining her faculties, she helplessly watched as he climbed the ladder again, making a production of his work. As much as he'd insisted that he wanted to get the painting over with, she knew it was going to take him longer than the fifteen minutes he estimated. Not because the job would take more time that he guessed. She knew it would be longer, because he had patience... and she didn't.

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

"I can't believe how well you're taking this," Tina said as she snipped another few strands.

"Taking what? Getting my hair done?" Ann replied, unsure of the inference Tina was making.

"Well yeah. You've been sitting there for hours. Not to mention how many days you've been here."

"I think we both know we could have been done with this makeover a long time ago if we didn't stop so often to... well, you know," she laughed.

"Maybe a little, but it still would have taken most of it. Your hair was a mess, sis. But that doesn't change the fact that you've been remarkable patient through all of it."

"What can I say, cumming calms me."

"You haven't had an orgasm for four hours, Ann."

"Yeah, but it was a really... good... orgasm."

"Must have been... you've barely moved."

She smiled, thinking about how she'd remained frozen in place while she let Tina transform her image. It was already a big enough decision; one that she found too big to make on her own. That's why she asked her friend for guidance in choosing the right style and color for her new look. But once she committed, she struggled with it from the moment Tina began the coloring process. Knowing that it was too late to back out, she needed to find a way to come to grips with what was going to happen. She needed to find something to focus on.

It was odd how it came to her; a moment of inspiration that appeared from the dark recesses of her brain. But she latched onto it quickly, knowing it was the perfect frame of mind she needed to be in to endure what was surely going to be several hours of sitting in that chair.

In her mind, she didn't have a choice any more. She'd changed her mindset, and in doing so, she'd changed her persona. It wasn't Ann, or even Anna sitting in that chair. She was Annabelle, and she was being made to change her hairstyle and color. It made it easier to accept what was happening if she felt she had no control over it, so she pretended she didn't. And in that vein, she pretended she was tied to the chair, unable to move. She'd even gone so far as to close her eyes, having not opened them since Tina began the final steps. As far as she was concerned, she was blindfolded.

That was the part that astounded Tina more than anything. Keeping ridiculously still throughout the process was one thing. Keeping her eyes shut almost the entire time was another altogether. It was incredible the amount of discipline it took to do that, and she said so.

"You haven't even looked at what I'm doing, sis. How can you keep your eyes shut like that?"

"I don't have a choice," she smiled.

"What?"

"I'm Annabelle right now."

"No you're not. What the hell are you talking about?"

"That's who I'm pretending to be while you do this. I have to."

"What do you mean you have to? That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard."

"Be that as it may, it's working."

"You've lost me, Ann."

"Annabelle."

"Yeah, whatever. What's going on in that warped mind of yours?"

"You already know. I've struggled with this decision since I got here. So, in my mind, I'm being made to do this. And since it's such a drastic change for me, I don't want to fret about it. If I'm tied up and blindfolded, I can't worry about what happens to me, because I can't control any of it."

"Okay, I guess I can understand that," she nodded, knowing all too well how her friend thought of her many different sexual sides, and the traits behind each of them. That being said there were still some unanswered questions. One of them being, "What made you think of Annabelle? You're never her on the spur of the moment."

"Actually, I was the last time. We've had to be more creative with Owen around. When we did it, Neil shaved my strip off again... and that's what had me thinking this way. I didn't have a choice. He tied me up, and off it went. Whenever he does that, it's really emotional for me, a little like this has been. But since I have no say, I have to accept it. Looking at this through that prism, what you're doing to me isn't that hard... I've certainly endured worse than this at the hands of my Master," she giggled.

"So, you're really comparing getting a new hairstyle to being his pretty little sex slave?"

"That I am."

"You are an amazing woman, Annabelle Thomas."

"Thanks," she smirked.

"I still don't know how you're able to keep your eyes closed though. It's a bit unnerving."

"Well, if it's any consolation, I'm excited that I won't know what I'm going to look like until you're done."

"I guess not. And you just said it yourself... he shaved off your landing strip. Wait until I'm done with your pussy today," she laughed.

"Oh... yeah. I forgot all about that!"

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Neil looked at the room, pleased with how everything turned out. Yes, the color was the same. But the fresh coat did liven up the room, and the satin paint he'd used had a little more pop to it than the flat finish that was on the walls before. Walking to the sink in the kitchen, he washed his hands again. Stooping over to splash some water on his face, he let out a big sigh, the coolness bringing him back.

He had been a bit flushed from all the work he'd done once he'd finished working. Not satisfied with just completing the painting, he cleaned up the area before cleaning and putting away all his painting supplies.

With the ladder secured on the pegboard hooks in the garage, he came back inside, only to see the great room was still a mess. Knowing he wouldn't be able to relax until everything was just right, he spent a half-hour putting all the furniture back where it belonged. It took some time to hook up the stereo and the television again, the numerous wires needing to go to the right places to make everything work through the big speakers in two of the corners of the living area.

Now, he turned from the sink, looking again at the totally completed project, and then to the one that was awaiting him, lying impatiently on the floor.

"She's about to cum again," he thought, watching Heather writhe on the floor, the vibrator tied in place in her pussy still making a loud humming sound.

True to the signs he was witnessing, she pulled harshly against the ropes that were binding her wrists to her ankles, the nipple clamps pressing into the floor as she rocked back and forth on her stomach.

"UUNNNNNHHHHHHHH!" she squealed into the ball gag, her fists clenching as her latest orgasm ravaged her body.

He'd stopped when he finished painting to check on her. She'd been right about his initial estimate. It took him almost forty-five minutes to complete the painting he'd sworn would only take fifteen. When he climbed off the ladder that final time, he glanced down; the first time he bothered to even look at her once he'd resumed. He knew she was okay all along by the sounds she was making, none of them alerting him that she might be in some kind of distress. He wasn't prepared for the look in her eyes.

It was familiar to him; one he'd seen in Ann's beautiful brown irises almost every time she submitted to him, yet he always found it odd. It was a peaceful, resigned expression; the look of a woman surrendering herself.

It didn't surprise him that she answered his question before he asked. He'd squatted in front of her, removing the gag by pulling the rubber ball out and letting the strap dangle around her neck. He was going to ask her if she had had enough and was ready for him to fuck her. Instead, her response was quick, yet measured.

"More please," she panted, her voice quiet.

He didn't question her about it. He'd been down that familiar road often enough now that he was confident in what he was doing. Any mistakes he'd made in learning how to be dominate over a woman that wanted to be submissive had been made with Ann. And they'd worked those out through talking afterward. He felt confident enough now in the role required that he began to think of himself as a bit like Ann personality-wise.

It was established fairly early on in their relationship that she had many different personas when it came to sex, Annabelle being one of them. For the longest time, Neil thought that trait only applied to her. But over the last year or so, he'd come to accept that fact that he was the same. He may not have gone to the trouble to name them differently like she had, transitioning from Ann, to Anna, to Anna Renee and Annabelle with an ease that belied how different each could be on any given day. But that didn't mean he didn't have the same ability, or a similar mindset when it came to their shared sexual fun.

In truth, Neil was a different person when he was dealing with Annabelle. He had to be. Ann's needs when she decided to become that persona demanded that he act a certain way in response. The same could be said for when she was Anna. He always needed to be open and honest about the games she wanted to play, or some new adventure she hoped to explore.

He wasn't so sure it wasn't he that initiated the circumstances whenever she was Anna Renee. Sure, she'd push his buttons and it might escalate into that, but it was he that actually decided when he'd had enough of her crap when she lashed out. And it was he that eventually took matters into his own hands to correct what he felt was unacceptable behavior. Yes, she knew it was coming, and it was always deserved. But she never knew exactly how far she'd gone until he quietly left the house to calm himself down during one of those arguments when she wouldn't stop going at him.

It was easy for him to be plain old regular Neil to her Ann... the two of them falling in love with each other. He just never realized how easily he now accepted those other versions of himself when she'd change characters. Yes, if he were to analyze it, she was a lot more complex. Her varying sexual needs required her to somehow compartmentalize them to be able to keep sane. Having a different name only simplified it for her.

Neil on the other hand, was always Neil. But there were shades of him, unlike the more defined lines that helped Ann express her lustful wants and desires. She demanded excitement from her sex life, unwilling to accept less than what she felt they both deserved from each other. While he originally felt he was simply responding to what she needed, he'd come to realize as they grew together that he required certain things as well. They weren't as spelled out, but they were there all along.

Having accepted the premise that there were several different, albeit unnamed sides to his sexuality, Neil focused on them more. He not only acknowledged them, he actually dissected them. He silently studied the similarities as well as the differences of each, wanting to know what made them work, not only for him, but for his partner. Or in the case of Heather... partners.

He'd become attuned to what he needed to do and how he needed to act when he was dealing with Annabelle. And since he'd done the same thing with several other women since he first attempted to become a Dom, most notably with Carol and Stacy, he was very self-assured now. The biggest part of that was more readily accepting the possibility that the woman he was with might actually like that sexual bent. Another was being able to recognize it, and then quickly transform into who he needed to be in order to give them the experience they craved.

The ability to transform was the one of the reasons he finally figured out he indeed had different mindsets. Ann had always taken a long time to work up the nerve, or courage, or desire... whatever it was, to become Annabelle. She needed to be in the right frame of mind. Since he usually knew way ahead of time that she wanted to do it, going so far as to circle a date on a calendar, he had time to get prepared too. But that changed the last time.

They met in the crawlspace, him having taken the bench seat of the van down there to store it. She showed up shortly after, and shed her clothes, asking him to take a few hours to play with Annabelle because it had been too long again. Neither of them had time to work themselves into doing it like they usually had before. Other than Ann saying she needed it, and it was a spur of the minute decision, there were no discussions at all. It turned into one of the most powerful experiences they'd ever had playing their BDSM games. And the biggest reason for that was that he was able to immediately snap into the role and take advantage of what he really felt was a limited opportunity she was giving him. She was right, they needed to adapt to how to do that with a child, because she didn't want to lose that part of herself. Apparently from the way he reacted, neither did Neil.

He had Ann... or Annabelle, reeling, quickly whipping out a razor and removing her landing strip before she could change her mind. At that moment she was under his control, giving herself fully to him. It was only four hours, but to Ann, it felt just like the week she spent under the house, submitting to her amazing Master.

It was a lesson for both of them. Ann learned that she needed to remind herself from time to time that she belonged to Neil in the most primal of ways. She harkened it to being like a cavewoman; a feeling coming over her that spoke to her most basic of instincts, telling her she needed to be reminded of how it felt to give in totally to her sexual hunger. For Neil, it was the stark realization of how quickly he must take control when the situation required it. Not unlike a fight or flight response, his response to her acquiescence was as vital as the decision she made to offer herself in that way. It surprised each of them how quickly he reacted, and how intense the session was.

Heather's request was met with an equal response. Neil focused on the role, becoming the Dom she needed as easily as if simply changing a shirt. The ball gag was returned to her mouth, and he left her there momentarily, returning with a vibrator and more rope. In what seemed like mere seconds, she'd been stuffed with the big phallus, the speed turned up to its highest setting, and it had been tied into place with a makeshift G-string. She was stunned at how easily he came up with the rigging of the rope, and how snug it felt against her pussy.

"He must have done this to Ann," she reasoned, the effects of the buzzing inside her cunt already taking over her lower body.

He rolled her onto her stomach, her wrists and ankles still bound together. Then he did something she hadn't considered, tying her hair back with a smaller rope, and then tying that makeshift ponytail to the rope holding her limbs with a shorter rope. The move pulled her head back, forcing her to look straight ahead, offering her no way to relax. The vibrations suddenly felt stronger as he knelt next to her.

"I'm going to straighten up. We'll see if you still feel like playing like this when I'm done."

Looking at her from the kitchen an hour later, the house back in perfect order, he smiled as her body convulsed on the carpet. He could see the wetness rolling from her pussy around the vibrator. She was in the midst of at least her sixth climax, although he never bothered to count them. He just wondered if she had. Not that it might matter. She may have decided this was going to be enough, and they could resume the other game they'd been playing for the last week and a half. He was okay with however she wanted the night to proceed.

When she calmed from the latest orgasm, he removed the ball gag. His cock was inches from her face as he knelt in front of her, the raging hard-on pulsing like a fleshy beast. She subconsciously licked her lips, mesmerized by the way it hung from his loins.

"My god he has a beautiful cock," she moaned to herself, wishing she could reach it, wanting to feel it slip into her mouth.

There would be no slipping though. It was much more aggressive than that. Neil announced that he was going to use the card he'd drawn that morning as part of the game they'd been playing. He was spending some of the cash from his account on a blowjob. At least that's what he called it. In truth, he began fucking her mouth.