Educating Mary Ch. 03

Lying on the bed, Mary saw Mistress smile down on her. "I have news for you, sweetie," she said. "Tomorrow you will have been here for two weeks, and on the day after tomorrow, your husband is coming here to take you back home."

Mary looked up, alarmed. "But Mistress, I don't want to leave you," she exclaimed.

"You'll have to go home sooner or later," Mistress explained patiently. "I'm sure Jeff misses you." She smiled wickedly. "And besides, if you like it here with me so much, don't you think it's appropriate that you show him how grateful you are to him for having sent you to me?"

Mary nodded slowly. "I suppose," she said hesitantly. "But will I ever see you again?"

Mistress smiled and caressed her cheek. "Of course you will, silly," she smiled. "You'll see me many, many times. If you want, you can even come back here and stay for a weekend every now and again."

"Oh yes!" Mary said. "Oh, that would be wonderful. Thank you, Mistress!"

"You're very welcome, sweetie," said Mistress. "Now, tomorrow we'll go through the last details of your training, and then we'll spend Wednesday morning getting ready for Jeff."

"What do you mean, getting ready?" Mary asked.

"Well, we're going to give him a little demonstration of the things you've learned here," Mistress grinned.

"Which of them?" Mary asked, her eyes aglow with anticipation.

Mistress smiled conspiratorially. "Oh, I'd say just about all of them."

Mary squealed and wiggled with delight on the bed.

# # #

It was Wednesday evening, and Jeff Urqhart walked, for the third time in his life, up the gravel pathway to the door of the Victorian mansion that loomed in front of him. He tried to be calm, but his mouth was dry and his pulse was racing in his ears. After having dropped his wife Mary off here two weeks ago, leaving her to the tender mercies of the dominatrix named Erica who lived here, he'd come to take his wife home. He was not just a little apprehensive; while Erica had promised good results, Jeff was very much afraid that Mary should have grown to resent or even hate him for having left her here. The thought of her leaving him was almost more than he could bear; Jeff loved his wife more than anything in the world, it was just their sex life that was a problem. Best-case scenario, he thought to himself as he walked up the path, is that she's gotten over her issues. Worst case, she'll pack her bags and leave. The thought of Mary not wanting to have anything more to do with him made him want to throw up.

Standing outside the front door, Jeff summoned up his courage and rung the doorbell. Heart pounding, he waited for someone to respond. He'd heard from Erica a week ago, when she called to tell him that Mary was doing fine. Then she'd called again two days ago, telling him that he could come and take her home this evening.

Jeff could hear steps from inside the house, and moments later the door was unlocked and swung open. Like the first time he'd come here, Jeff couldn't help but stare at the apparition in the doorway.

Erica, Jeff noticed, was still as tall, blonde and beautiful as she'd been two weeks ago, and was still oozing raw sexuality from every pore. This time she was dressed in a long black leather dress held up by wide straps over her shoulders. The bodice was very low-cut, lifting and compressing her already impressive tits to display a heart-stopping amount of cleavage and barely concealing her nipples. The dress was held together in front not by buttons or even laces, but by small buckles, like a dozen or so tiny belts that ran all the way from the hemline and up to the bodice. The bottom three buckles were undone, leaving the skirt open and showing off the high-heeled black leather boots. Jeff just stared in awe, trying to say something but unable to get out a single word.

Erica just smiled, as if his was a perfectly commonplace reaction. Stepping aside, she held the door open and motioned him inside. "Hello, Jeff," she said by way of greeting as she closed the door behind him and locked it. "It's good to see you again."

"Ah, uh, you too," Jeff stuttered. "Uh, how's Mary?"

"Oh, she's fine," Erica smiled. "You'll meet her in just a little while. Come on, this way." Without waiting for a reaction from him, she turned and started walking towards the grand staircase going up, her heels clacking against the floor tiles with metronomic regularity, her hips swaying seductively. Jeff followed her like a lost puppy.

Erica took him up the stairs this time, down a thickly carpeted corridor and through a dark oak-panelled door. The room beyond was small, with only a cupboard, a loveseat and a couple of straight-backed chairs. There was another door in the wall to the left.

The leather-clad blonde turned to Jeff, looking him up and down clinically. She pursed her lips. "Take off your clothes," she said in a matter-of-fact voice.

"I... I'm sorry?" Jeff said, bewildered. He was experiencing a strange sense of Déjà Vu.

"Take off your clothes," Erica repeated patiently. She was regarding him with a cool expression.

Fumbling slightly, Jeff took off his coat and began tugging at his tie. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, then started on the buttons. Erica was watching him with a mysterious little half-smile, and Jeff couldn't help but feel his cock swelling in his pants. The last time he'd been here, Erica had jerked him off into a small glass, taking a sample of his sperm, and he could still feel her fingers wrapped around his cock. He swallowed hard, but there was no moisture in his mouth.

As he was struggling with his shirt buttons, which all of a sudden seemed to have shrunk to half their size, Erica stepped over and reached for his belt.

"Here, let me help you with this," she said. Her fingers had his pants opened in no time, and they dropped down around his ankles. His shirttails hid his raging hard-on, but soon that was off as well. Jeff blushed, feeling awkward. "No need to hide from me, Jeff," Erica chided. "I've seen it before, remember?" Jeff remembered very well; it was one of the reasons he was blushing.

Crouching down, Jeff removed his shoes and socks. He was acutely aware of Erica standing directly in front of him; it felt as though he was kneeling before her. His gaze travelled up along her long leg, following the curve of her hip under the leather dress.

"See anything you like?" Erica asked. She reached down and took his chin between thumb and forefinger, pulling him to his feet. Her other hand went straight to his groin, cupping his cock and balls though his shorts. "Have you had sex with anyone since you were here last?" Erica asked. Jeff shook his head, not trusting his voice.

"Have you been playing with yourself, Jeff?" she asked. This time her voice was a low purr. When he didn't answer immediately, she went on. "Have you been wanking your cock, thinking about what I was doing to Mary?"

Jeff nodded again. He was having trouble breathing.

"What do you think I've been doing to Mary, Jeff?" asked Erica. "Do you think we've been having sex? Do you think I've been sleeping with your wife for two weeks?" She was gently kneading his balls as she spoke, and Jeff's cock twitched in his shorts. Truthfully, he didn't know what Erica had done with Mary, but he'd been imagining anything from perverted sex games to hypnosis and brainwashing.

"Well, I know something that you don't, Jeff," Erica whispered. With her high-heeled boots she was just a little taller than him, and she was standing so close their lips were almost touching. "I know what your wife's pussy tastes like."

Jeff jerked as if stung, but Erica kept a firm grip on his balls. "Everything you've imagined May and I have done, we have," she said. "And then a few things you haven't even dreamed off."

Jeff could feel pre-come oozing from his cock, making a wet stain on the front of his shorts. He felt like he was about to explode. He'd been masturbating quite often over the past couple of weeks, but as the two-week mark approached, he'd stopped, wanting to 'save himself' a little in the event that his dreams came through and Mary was willing to have sex with him when she came home. Now he wished he'd emptied his balls earlier; he was getting dangerously close to embarrassing himself by coming in his shorts.

Erica was talking in a low, hypnotic voice. "Did you know, Jeff, that Mary is amazingly good at eating pussy?"

Now Jeff stared at her, his ready-to-explode cock temporarily forgotten. "Wh... Mary?!" he exclaimed. "Eating pussy?! But how...?"

"Oh, she's a natural," Erica assured him. "She's been licking my pussy two, three times a day, every day, for the past couple of weeks." She slipped a hand inside Jeff's shorts, her fingers wrapping around his shaft. "She wasn't very enthusiastic at first, but she grew to like it. Now she can't get enough." She smiled sweetly. "When you take her home, I think you'll find that a number of things about her have changed."

Letting go of Jeff's cock, Erica turned to one of the chairs, picking up a piece of cloth that was draped across the back. "Take off your shorts," she instructed him. Jeff did, his cock poking him in the belly as he bent over. When he straightened up, a glistening string of his own fluids connected the head of his cock to his stomach. Erica smiled at the sight. "That's very nice," she murmured. She stepped over to him and lifted the cloth in her hands. "Close your eyes," she said.

Jeff hesitated a moment, then did as he was told. Erica placed the cloth over his eyes, tying it behind his neck. The blindfold was very effective; Jeff couldn't see a thing. He felt Erica take his hand in hers.

"Come on, follow me," she said, tugging firmly on his hand. Not seeing many options, Jeff complied. Such was Erica's air of authority that the thought of removing the blindfold never even entered his mind.

He sensed Erica leading him through the room's other door and into another. He felt the thick, soft carpet under his bare feet, and noticed that the temperature was pleasantly warm. He heard Erica's leather dress rustle as she walked ahead of him.

"Stop," Erica ordered. Her hands touched his shoulders. "Turn around." Then a hand on his chest. "A short step backwards." Jeff felt something hard against the back of his knees. "Sit down," Erica said. Jeff sat, feeling a soft but firm cushion on what appeared to be a wooden chair. "Lean back a little." Jeff leaned carefully back, and discovered that the high, straight back of the chair was slightly declined in a comfortable resting position. The back was padded as well, with another cushion at the back of his head.

Erica's dress rustled as she moved behind him. Her hands gripped his lower arms. "Move your arms back here," she instructed. Jeff moved his arms as she directed, until his wrists were just behind his hips, the lower arms parallel to the slightly angled backrest. He felt something cool envelop his wrists, then the soft creaking of tightening leather. When he tried moving his arms, he found that his wrists had been restrained somehow.

"What are you doing?" he asked apprehensively. He wasn't sure if he liked this game.

"Just sit still," came the curt reply. He heard and felt Erica kneel next to him. Seconds later his right leg was secured to the leg of the chair. Then his left. Jeff was now thoroughly immobilised.

Jeff blinked a few times when the blindfold was pulled off. His first reaction was to look down at his restraints. He was sitting in a very solid-looking wooden chair with a high back and no armrests. Its feet, he noticed, were bolted to the floor. His arms and legs were secured with leather manacles that looked like they could hold a bull. He gave an experimental jerk, but neither the restraints nor the chair budged at all. It looked like he was here for the duration of whatever Erica had in mind.

With that out of the way, Jeff turned his attention to the room he was in. It was maybe 6 by 6 metres, with no windows and two doors. Directly in front of the chair, about two and a half metres away, was a huge bed. He was facing the foot end, with the headboard flush against the wall. There were some pillows at the upper end, and a light blue silk bedspread covering the whole bed. The room was well lit, with two spotlights in the ceiling aimed down at the big bed.

"So, Jeff," said Erica, "are you ready to meet Mary?" Jeff squirmed; this was not how he wanted to meet his wife again, but Erica didn't seem to care. She walked over to the second door and opened it. Then she stepped aside, and Mary entered the room.

Again Jeff stared in awe. The woman who stepped into the room was most certainly not the woman he'd left here two weeks ago. It was Mary, all right, but if he hadn't seen her face, he'd never have recognised her. She was dressed in nothing but a pair of red latex stockings that went two thirds of the way up her thighs, stopping just a few centimetres below her shaved pussy and were so tight they looked as though they'd been painted on her. Her hands and arms were covered in matching latex gloves that went up past her elbows and stopped halfway up her upper arms. On her feet was a pair of shoes with 3-inch spiked heels. Apart from this and a wide black leather collar around her neck, Mary was stark naked.

Jeff ogled her in disbelief. He could count on one hand the number of times he'd seen his wife naked in a lit room, and every time it had been accidental on her part. Now she was all but flaunting her body to anyone who might be looking, and what a body it was. Jeff's cock twitched in his lap.

With a little squeal of delight, Mary took two running steps towards him, then suddenly stopped and turned to Erica. "Mistress, can I...?" she asked.

Erica smiled and nodded. "Certainly, Mary. It's only appropriate that a wife greets her husband."

A sort of delighted wiggle went through Mary's body, and with a few long strides she covered the distance to the chair and threw herself around Jeff's neck. She pressed her face into the hollow of his neck, kissing his throat and cheek. "Oh Jeff, it's so wonderful to have you here!" she explained in between kisses. "I've had such a wonderful, wonderful time here with Mistress! Thank you so much!"

Jeff was bewildered and relieved. At least Mary wasn't angry with him, which was great, but he'd never expected her to be thrilled about staying here. And how on earth had Erica gotten her to put on that outfit?

Mary snuggled up to Jeff, straddling his lap. He felt every square centimetre of her warm body pressed against his. She reached down to his lap and took his straining cock in her small hand. She looked into his eyes and licked her lips, then turned to Erica.

"Can I have it, Mistress?" she pleaded. "Please?" She looked down on his cock with a hungry expression. Jeff couldn't believe his ears.

"Not yet, Mary," Erica said in a firm voice. Mary's face took on a pouting expression, and Erica's face grew stern. "You can play with your husband's cock later. Now we have other things to do." She pointed to the bed. "Get on the bed and show Jeff how much you appreciate him being here."

Mary gave Jeff's cock a last squeeze, then got up and walked over to the bed. Jeff stared at the globes of his wife's firm, curvy arse with naked lust. He'd never dreamed that he'd one day see the prim and proper Mary flaunt herself like this.

Turning around to face him again, Mary sat down on the edge of the bed, hands on her knees and her knees together. She smiled sweetly at her husband; then, slowly, she spread her legs. She stroked the insides on her thighs, her hands wandering up to her shaved pussy. For the life of him Jeff could not imagine how Erica had persuaded her to shave her pussy. But there it was, completely hairless, the fat pussy lips swollen and glistening with moisture.

With her red-gloved hands Mary peeled her pussy lips apart, letting Jeff see deep inside her. She licked her lips and smiled mischievously as she slowly inserted a finger into her dripping wet hole. She plunged in and out a few times, then added another. She fucked herself calmly while staring straight into Jeff's eyes, her look communicating a burning hunger better than words ever could. Jeff felt like he was about to come without even having touched himself.

Pulling her fingers out of her pussy, Mary raised them to her mouth and, still looking Jeff right in the eye, stuck them in her mouth and licked them clean. When she pulled them out, she rolled gracefully over on her belly, long legs scissoring, and pulled herself a little further up on the bed. With her breasts pressed against the bedspread, she put her knees under her while spreading her legs wide. Jeff stared in mute wonder at his wife's outthrust arse. She'd shaved her arse too, her puckered little anus glistening smoothly above the entrance to her pussy. Mary reached under herself and rubbed her clit with two fingers, then plunged those two fingers inside herself again. Her face now pressed against the silk bedspread, she reached behind her with her other hand, a probing finger seeking and finding her anus. She slipped her middle finger inside her tightest hole, and proceeded to finger-fuck herself in both orifices. Muted grunts of pleasure were coming from her face buried in the bedspread. Jeff's cock was turning a dangerously dark shade of purple, which would have worried him if he'd noticed.

"That's enough, I think," came Erica's voice, barely audible to Jeff over the roaring in his ears. Mary pulled her fingers out of herself and turned around to face Jeff again. One by one she licked her fingers clean, even the one she'd had up her arse. If the expression on her face was anything to go by, this turned her on even more.

Erica walked over to stand next to Mary, who threw an arm around the blonde's hips. Erica grabbed hold of Mary's long hair and pulled, turning her face up to her. Then she leaned down and planted a deep kiss on Mary's lips, a kiss Jeff couldn't help but notice his wife returned with interests. The angle of their heads meant he could see everything, how their lips mashed together, their tongues slipping in and out of each other's mouth.

When Erica straightened up, she smirked at Jeff. "I think Jeff enjoyed watching us, Mary," she remarked. She touched Mary's cheek. "Would you like to eat my pussy, Mary?" she asked, still looking at Jeff.

"Oh yes, Mistress, can I?" Mary gushed. Jeff stared in disbelief at the delighted expression on her upturned face. Erica nodded.

With eager hands Mary began unbuckling the straps holding Erica's dress closed in front. She began with the bottom one, working her way up, exposing more and more of Erica's long legs. Jeff noticed that the blonde's black boots went all the way up to mid-thigh.

When Mary had opened all the buckles up to Erica's belly, the tall blonde pushed her hands away and sat down on the bed. She was facing Jeff, her legs spread wide apart in the same position Mary had been in. Jeff could clearly see the neatly trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair, the swollen red pussy lips and the large clitoris poking out between them. Then his view was obscured by Mary kneeling down between Erica's legs. Her head dipped down between the blonde's legs, and Erica sent Jeff a triumphant little smile as his wife began eating her out.

For a couple of minutes Mary's dark head moved up and down and from side to side between Erica's long legs as the brunette feasted on her Mistress' pussy. The wet sounds of her lips and tongue on Erica's pussy were nearly driving Jeff insane. Erica had one hand behind Mary's head and was grinding her pussy against her face, all the while observing Jeff through cool, half-closed eyes.