Rendezvous

"You look beautiful" he whispered in her ear as the door closed behind them and the pod began to move. "Thank you, Sir." She kept her eyes ahead of her as he escorted her round, making sure she had a glass of champagne and that she was introduced to everyone. He took her spare hand and wrapped it round his forearm, keeping her so close to him that she could sense the heat of his body through his suit.

In no time at all the requisite ups and downs and circuits of the room came to a gentle stop and the pod began to empty. Sara waited patiently with her husband, a little confused when he held her back.

"Let's look at the view instead, shall we?" He suggested. A quizzical expression on her face she turned to look outside the pod as people came and went behind her. "David," she got no further, a tug on her wrist immediately told her that she had mis-spoken. "I expect you to remain silent until I give you permission to speak." A tingle ran along her spine, those words, that tone of voice, she hadn't heard either since before the twins were born. "You know, Sara, I've done two things wrong in our marriage." She looked up at him in surprise, but he was staring straight ahead, at the river. "One was forgetting to take proper care of you, and the other was forgetting to punish you. Tonight I shall be addressing both those mistakes. Do you have the pegs with you?" "Yes sir." She pulled them from her tiny clutch purse. "Good. Hitch your skirt up and attach them to your clit." She jumped! Looking round she saw that the pod had changed behind them. There was now a dinner table laid in the centre, and the attendants were all facing outwards, not one of them showing any sign that they had heard a thing. "Now Sara" he repeated. "I don't expect to have to wait for your obedience."

Sara looked to either side of the pod, realizing that as it turned they were obscured from the pods on either side, then she slid up her skirt and obeyed. The pegs were cold and hard, digging into her flesh and she sucked in her breath as they closed over her tenderness. Still he waited, not looking at her, not acknowledging her presence until he heard the silk fall back to the floor and her hands smooth it flat.

"Shall we dine?" He asked as he turned towards her, smiling. She managed a fragile smile back at him as he took her arm and steered her into her chair. She did not notice the food, nor the view, nor the number of times her glass was refilled. She was transfixed by the throb between her legs, the slowly mounting pain that drew her attention away from everything else and made moisture gently seep from her. It must have been an hour before they left the pod, her husband helping her from her seat and escorting her back to the limousine, but Sara was in a state of trance, her body incapable of focusing on anything other than the now sharp and frantic pain from the very centre of her being. She winced as she sat in the car and her husband noticed. "Would you care to be relieved of those my dear?" he asked solicitously. "Yes please, sir, if it pleases you to release me from them." His hand stroked her breast and he smiled into her face, closing in on her mouth as if for a kiss. "That's a good girl; you're starting to remember your manners." His fingers pinched her nipple and twisted hard, wringing a moan from her. It felt to Sara as if that nipple was directly attached to her clitoris and she couldn't help but feel an orgasm build from the double stimulation.

With absolutely no ceremony at all he tipped her onto her back on the wide seat, grasped her ankles, swinging her legs wide as he moved between her thighs. She didn't even think to see if the modesty panel was opaque, she no longer cared if the chauffer watched or not, she felt completely safe and secure. As he removed the pegs from her clit her husband licked round them, cleaning up the juices that had spilled from her and bringing her quickly to a state of high arousal. His tongue slipped up and down her slit, spreading her lips as he lapped at her before plunging into her cunt, his teeth resting on her as he dug deeper, seeking and finding the spot he wanted. Her back began to arch and she started to lose control. His finger joined in, one hand massaging her lips and the other probing her anus, fingers spreading her hole wide as he continued to tongue her, sucking greedily on the juices that sprang forth with her orgasm,

Even in her state of ecstasy Sara felt something larger probing at her ass, something hard and very cold. She tried to relax more, allowing the heavy steel butt plug into her body, her sphincter closing tightly round the base, trapping it there. As quickly as he had descended on her, her husband pulled away, wiping his face on his handkerchief and looking as though not the slightest thing in the world had happened. Were it not for the butt plug, the fact that her body was shaking, she was half naked and the car smelled of her cum she could have been fooled herself. Sara carefully sat up, making sure to keep the butt plug in place as she rearranged her clothing. By the time the chauffeur pulled up at the hotel and the doorman opened the car door for them they were again the most demure of couples.

Steered to the lift, Sara waited patiently by the side of her Master feeling the weight of the butt plug pull at her muscles. Walking across the highly polished floor had been a difficult exercise for more reasons that slippery high heels. She proceeded her husband into the lift and turned and waited again as he pressed the button for their floor. After a few moments he pressed another button and the lift slowed and stopped between the floors. "Kneel" he commanded, and she did. "You know what to do next" he told her as he stepped in front of her. She did. She carefully undid his trousers and pulled them and his underpants down just enough to release his very erect cock. A drop or pre-cum glistened on the end and her tongue flicked out to remove it. Gently taking him in her hand she began to stroke his length as her tongue swirled over the tip, through the slit, under the head, never stopping in its movements. Her grip changed a little, became firmer but lower, and her mouth lowered itself over his head. She heard him moan above her, knowing the satisfaction she was providing him. "Mmm, you always were a good little sucker. Maybe I should spend some time staying home and send you out to earn a living with that mouth of yours, my little whore?" His hands tangled in her hair, rocking her head back and forth as he began to fuck her mouth, pushing further back until he was hitting the back of her mouth, yet she knew he wouldn't stop there. "Open wide" he told her as he forced his cock down her throat, pushing into her mouth more than it could possibly hold and feeling her swallow down the tip of his penis. He pushed harder still, forcing more of it into her. "Oh God that's good."

Sara remained calm, even though she now couldn't breathe. She trusted him, they had done this many times before and she knew that if she panicked it would spoil everything. He withdrew and she quickly exhaled and breathed in again, holding her breath as the cock pushed back against her gag reflex, sliding a little easier down her throat this time, and a little further. He kept doing this until his cock was completely in her mouth and throat, her lips pressed against his pubic bone and testicles, then he looked down and stroked her face. "Such a pretty sight. Good girl." Then his body shook and he came, emptying his balls down her throat, straight into her stomach. "Good girl!" It took a moment before his cock subsided enough that Sara could breathe again, but still she remained calm. As he withdrew she could taste his semen, and she licked him clean to make sure none of it escaped. He tucked himself away, did up his trousers and told her to stand, then pressed the button on the panel again to continue their journey.

The lift stopped gently at their floor and the doors opened. As her husband motioned for her to lead the way he guided her with his hand on her bottom, whispering in her ear "let's see what other surprises tonight has in store for us, shall we?"

* * * * *

David ran the key card through the hotel room door lock and the mechanism opened. He pushed the door further open and motioned his wife to enter their suite. He watched his wife walk through with her cool demeanour intact, despite the heavy steel butt plug that she was fighting to keep in place. He knew that demeanour was about to be destroyed and he was going to enjoy being the architect of its destruction.

Sara took six steps into the room and stopped, allowing enough room for David to pass, yet not presuming to venture too far in case it was not what he wished. She heard the door close behind her and David passed her by, dropping his key card on the dresser, and add the contents of his pockets to the pile before removing his jacket and laying it over the back of a chair. He took his cufflinks out and placed them carefully to one side and began folding his cuffs back.

"You've had a fine old time of it these past few years, haven't you?" Sara remained silent as he approached her, his strong forearms now bared. "I've let you dress as you wish, speak as you wish, eat as you wish, go where you want, when you want. You've even spent my money as it pleased you. And what have I got in return for all those freedoms?" David walked round her, circling her as he continued. "I've had a sloppy housewife, dressed in drab, baggy clothing and covered in baby spit. I've had my dinner at all hours, served with no courtesy and little thought or appreciation for what I do for you. I've had shirts that went un-ironed, socks that were not matched, a house that was dirty and untidy. Things are about to change Sara. Enough is enough. The time has come for you to get your act together, and I'm going to help you do that. I'm going to help you by making sure that you know explicitly the punishment that you can receive for failing me again. Is that clear?" Sara's voice caught and her mouth opened uselessly, she was shaking with very genuine fear now.

His hand came swiftly up, the back of his knuckles slamming into her cheek and spinning Sara's head round. She gasped and blood spattered from her mouth as her teeth cut into her cheek.

"I asked you a question, bitch." "Sorry, sir" Sara dissembled as she tried to recall the question. "Yes, sir." "Yes, what?" Her scrambled brain dug desperately for the question that was asked. "It's clear, sir." She saw his face soften and managed to let go the breath that she held, she'd got it right. "Good. Now let's see how much we need to beat this lesson into you, shall we?" David walked to the dresser and opened the drawers. He began pulling out his favourite toys, the scalpels, the needles, a flogger, a riding crop, several paddles, nipple clams, clit clamps, a speculum, a selection of butt plugs and dildos, a magic wand, a gag, a dental clamp, a pair of surgical clamps, several canes, suture kits, the inventory seemed never ending. Sara kept her eyes straight ahead, trying not to watch, not to anticipate, not to taste the blood in her mouth or let the butt plug fall.

"Now, what have I forgotten?" David posed briefly, his hand to his face. "Ah, yes, how silly of me." Turning away he strode to the bedroom door and opened it. "You can come out now."

Sara watched as the three waiters from the restaurant walked through the doorway, followed by the waitress. The men were all naked, except for elbow length vinyl gloves, and the girl wore the biggest strap on Sara had ever seen in her life. One of the men carried a tall bench that was clearly designed to have someone tied over it. Saras legs went to jelly and she heard the thud as the butt plug dropped to the floor.

"Oh dear," said David. "Was that what I think it was?" Sara was too petrified to move. If she bent her knees at all she would simply sink to the ground. David walked round her and lifted the hem of her dress to see the shiny plug lying on the carpet. "Tut, tut, tut. Muscles not quite what they used to be, eh? Or perhaps it's your resolve that needs seeing to." Sara felt him bend as he picked up the plug, and her dress dropped to the floor again. "Strip" he commanded. "I didn't spend a fortune on that dress for you to damage it, take it off. Now."

She did as she was told, unzipping the dress and carefully stepping out of it, wobbling slightly as she did so. David took the dress from her hand and hung it up carefully in the closet. Meanwhile the man with the bench placed it directly in front of Sara, his erect cock bobbing at her as he stared at her nakedness. He was not an unattractive man, in his late 20's, dark hair and blue eyes, a combination that many women find irresistible. Clean shaven, tousled hair, a saucy grin and nicely defined muscles without too many bulges, and a clean shaven cock, too, a straight forward 9 inches of erection with the girth of a small fist. Sara couldn't help but widen her eyes when she saw it. She swallowed and moved her eyes promptly back to unfocussed and straight ahead.

"What do you think of my wife, Lorenzo?" David asked the waiter. "Not bad, for a slut" Lorenzo replied, his eyes strolling over nipples and hips, staring into the crack between Saras thighs as if he could open them by looking hard enough. His tongue moistened his bottom lip. "Yes, she's not bad. Strap her to the bench would you, and point her face this way." Sara heard David settle himself on a chair behind her as Lorenzo took her arm and steered her round the bench. Another waiter came forward, a blond this time, and brought with him restraints, which he proceeded to buckle onto her wrists. The third waiter, shaven headed, buckled Sara's ankles into cuffs and clipped them to the bench. Lorenzo pushed his body up behind Sara, his cock forcing apart the cheeks of her arse and pressing into her back as he wrapped an arm round her waist and bent her forward.

Sara was starting to panic now. What on earth was David going to allow? He'd never let anyone else into their play before, that had been agreed upon early in their marriage, her submission was only for him. She didn't know the rules of this new game and she shook violently as her wrists were clipped to the bench.

From beside him on the chair David produced a scroll, which Sara immediately recognised as her slavery contract, which had been signed and sealed long before a wedding ring was put on her finger. David began to read from the scroll.

"I, the undersigned submissive, agree that in cases where I have committed multiple sins in failing to offer my Dom the care and service that he is due, that my Dom may punish me in any way he deem fit, and that I shall willingly and gladly submit to this punishment, or the punishment may be increased in severity or duration until my wilful disobedience is broken. Do you remember those words Sara?" She nodded. "Do you remember signing that oath?" Again she nodded. "Do those words still mean anything to you, Sara?" "Yes, sir" the fearful whisper broke from her throat. "I'm glad they still hold meaning for you, because those words are your downfall now. I shall punish you tonight as you have never been punished before. I shall ensure that you will never again neglect my wants or needs, that you will never again present yourself to me in anything other than the condition that I require, which reflects my status in the world. You will remember this night for the rest of your pathetic little life and you will pray with all your heart that you never make me do this to you again. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir. I understand, sir." David smiled and sat back in the chair, rolling the scroll in his hands. "Good. Then you will remain silent until I instruct you otherwise, and these lovely boys and girls are going to have their fun with you. However they choose. There is no safe word; you have no right of appeal. You are here entirely for their pleasure and that alone."

As David spoke the bald waiter stepped up to Sara and began to piss on her back. The hot liquid seared into her soul, humiliating her as it ran down her shoulders, into her hair, into her face, up her nose. She could taste it in her mouth and tried to spit it out, but received a knee in the ribs for doing so. "If it goes in your mouth, you swallow it, bitch" the bald man said. Sara shut her mouth and nose and hoped she wouldn't have to hold her breath for long. He seemed to sense her ploy and pulled her head up by her hair, holding his cock and spraying her face with his urine. "Open wide." She had no choice, she opened her mouth and he immediately began to piss in it. "Now swallow."

The first of many tears made its way down Sara's face, lost in the piss that dripped from her it tracked its way down over the knuckle mark on her cheek as she began to drink the bald mans water, swallowing quickly to avoid having to taste it too much.

As if to egg her on she felt a riding crop land across her arse, one of the others had decided she needed a bit of a beating to warm her up. The pain as it charged along her spine at least took her mind off the taste of piss in her mouth. The bald waiter had now decided that he needed cleaning off after that, so he'd put his cock in Saras mouth for her to suck it clean. She closed her eyes and complied, not only sucking his cock clean, but continuing until she could feel it swell in her mouth. Her body jerked as the person with the crop thrashed her soundly from behind, the tears were flowing freely now, dripping off her jaw as the pain and humiliation did their work. She had gone from feeling beautiful to feeling like a whore in one giant leap. The cock in her mouth continued to swell, its girth beginning to force her jaws apart and she found she was only able to take the very head of it into her mouth, and not all of that. He wasn't overly long, just about 6 or 7 inches, but the man had the girth of a soda can. It was a few years since she had given birth, but she still recalled the pain of those tiny heads, and she felt sure that she was about to relive it all over again.

What little ability she had left to sense picked up on the other two, one each side of her, stroking their vinyl covered hands over her ribs. The one to the right pinched her nipple viciously and Sara recoiled. Immediately she was punched from behind, the fist slamming into her anus, not entering it, but delivering a solid blow that went all the way through her and pushed her face harder onto the cock in her mouth. Lesson learned, she thought to herself, don't move, whatever happens, don't react. She tried to relax, every muscle in her body telling her to fight or flee, every fibre of her mind screaming at her that she had to get away or die, yet she over rode them all, and managed to resume her position on the bench, her tongue flicking over the head of the fat cock in her mouth as her nipple was wrenched again. The tears helped, flooding fourth and taking some of the pain with them. She felt nipple clams going on and didn't flinch as they tightened, the flesh turning white as the blood was driven from it, and the crop was swapped for a cane that bit into her skin, shocks of pain tearing through her. She began to feel herself slipping away, going into that place in her head where she was no longer one with her body, where she went into a trance so that whatever happened to her did not affect her mind, a state of ecstasy where nothing bad could ever happen.

On either side of her threaded needles tugged at the skin over her ribs, their points biting in on each rib top, nipping a little skin then hopping to the next. A knot at the end of the thread ensured that it did not pull through when her tormenters pulled the threads tight and tied them off at the other end. Another thread, on each side, repeating the pattern, about an inch apart, and another, slowly and carefully smocking her flesh over her ribs. She was getting into a rhythm now, blocking out the intensity, merging in into a fog that she submerged herself in, the faint rainbow lights behind her eyelids summoning her to a land of pleasure. She was almost disappointed when the beating on her arse stopped, but it was soon replaced by something more menacing. The cold tip of a strap on pressed against her lips, forcing its way into her, pushing aside delicate flesh in its insistence to be inside her belly.