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The Atonement
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Author's note: This is my first attempt at story telling. It includes some
dominance, submission, mild pain, lesbianism, voyeurism, etc. -- although mild
when compared to some stories I've read. PLEASE download all comments, good
or bad, to "Racec ar" on Rusty & Edies BBS.
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"Racecar"
THE ATONEMENT
By "Racecar"
PART ONE: In The Beginning ...
She can still see it all as if it were happening again this moment.
The expression on his face just before impact. She could see he knew it was
coming -- that he knew he was going to be severely injured and there was no
way he could avoid i t. That expression clearly said what writers would take
volumes to say. She could see the face change as it hit the windshield only
inches from her eyes. It changed as if everything were happening in slow
motion -- as if he were willing time to sl ow down enough to allow him to get
out of this mess. She could feel the bump of the rear tires running over the
body. And she could still feel her foot pressing on the accelerator taking
her away from there as quickly as possible. She wonders if a nyone else
witnessed the horror that occurred that night. She wonders if she could have
saved his life if she had stopped. She wonders how long these flashbacks
would go on . She wonders just what John really thinks of her. Outwardly he
acts like the model of a devoted husband-- offering her support and solace, as
well as trying to cover up everything. She wonders what would happen to her
if the authorities found out she was the hit-and-run driver they've been
looking for since Saturday . Mostly she wonders "why me?"
The knock on the door brought her back to the present and to reality.
Before she had time to get up and answer, the call "Barbara?" told her it was
Cheryl. Cheryl had introduced herself the day she moved in and, within an
hour, was talking about her sex life as if they had been lifelong friends.
Barbara had been taken aback by this at first but came to accept Cheryl's
"cock sure of herself" boldness. For the most part, Cheryl was your average
23 year old girl-next-door. Plain lookin g with no exceptional features.
Sandy blonde hair, well built, firm body, friendly personality, but with a
decided fixation on sex. She had lived in the house next door with her
parents until she married and moved into her own apartment about a yea r ago.
Being childless and not working left her with plenty of time on her hands,
especially since her husband had to be away on business so often. She spent a
good deal of this time at her parent's home and, inevitably, at Barbara's
kitchen table over coffee. During these conversations Barbara discovered that
Cheryl was not really having a great marriage and it was obvious that Cheryl's
lack of inhibitions clashed with her husband, Don's, rather prudish
conservative manner. Barbara also kn ew that Cheryl wanted to get in the sack
with John very badly and had even hinted of swinging when they were all
partying together. Barbara knew Cheryl well enough to know that Cheryl would
never cease to surprise her and that she usually got what s he was after.
Barbara seemed to sense that something was different about Cheryl
today. As she poured the coffee she noticed Cheryl sat at the table without
saying a word. This was totally out of character for Cheryl who normally
wouldn't stop talking fro m the moment she walked through the door until she
walked back out of it. Having set the cups on the table, Barbara took her
seat and was about to open the conversation with a "What's new?" when Cheryl
suddenly opened up.
"Guess what happened to me Saturday night?" she started, although it
was not the cheerful "can't wait to tell ya'" tone one would expect from
Cheryl.
"What?" Barbara tried to sound genuinely interested in what Cheryl
was saying.
"I was coming home to spend the rest of the weekend at mom's when I
dropped my cigarette onto the carpet. I pulled over and was looking for it
when this drunk , trying to cross the street, bumps into my car, staggers
back, then walks in rig ht front of the car into the street." She paused to
sip her coffee then lit a cigarette before continuing. "Guess what happened
next?"
"I have no idea." Barbara said. She could tell she was beginning to
panic. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought surly Cheryl must hear it.
"Oh, I think you do." Cheryl responded. "I think you know I saw this
Pontiac, just like yours, come flying down the street, run him down then take
off like a bat out of hell. I think you know I saw a woman driving who looked
exactly like y ou. I think you know I saw the license plate number and it was
your number. I think you know." Cheryl's eyes were glued on Barbara. She
took a long drag on the cigarette and blew the smoke over her cup towards
Barbara and just waited.
"What the hell are you talking about? I was here with John all night
on Saturday. Ask him!" Barbara shot back.
"Barbara, this is me. I'm no fool. If that's the case, how did your
windshield get broken? Yes, I just "happened" to notice it through the garage
window on my way over here. C'mon. Stop bullshitting me. You know, I wonder
what the cops are gonna find when they go over that windshield looking for
hair or blood or whatever they do in these cases."
"Why would the cops come here?" Barbara asked suspiciously. She knew
the answer of course, but couldn't think of anything else to say at the
moment. She just wanted to buy a little time to get her head straight and
think of some logical exp lanation -- something -- anything.
"Well Barbara, I've been fighting with myself since I saw "this nice
old guy" get gunned down the other night. I think It's my duty to call the
police and tell them what I saw. Unless ..." again Cheryl stopped, sipped
and took another puff on the cigarette.
"Unless what?" Barbara was starting to drop her defenses. Maybe, she
thought, there is a way out. But then again why would Cheryl say she was
going to the police if she really wasn't? She felt the blood rushing to her
head and wondered if it was due to embarrassment or to the fact that she was
beginning to get a little annoyed with this brat and wished she'd get to the
point.
"You know, Barbara, it hasn't been fun for me this past year. Being
married to "Mr. Goody Two-shoes" is not what I'd call exciting to begin with,
and even at that he's been away so much lately that its almost like I'm
single -- only worse. If I were single, I could go out and find someone to
spend a wild night with, but being married puts a damper on that kind of
behavior. No, I've just been sitting around at nights, watching TV and
thinking thoughts. Lately those thoughts have been getting wilder and
wilder. When I saw you hit that guy the other night I didn't know what to
do. I mean, how could I face you without thinking about what I saw? I sat
home trying to think of something to say to you or how to bring it up or
whatev er. I'd just sit there thinking about it and my thoughts would get
wilder and wilder. Finally I thought of what it would be like to have a maid
around the house. Someone to wait on me hand and foot and do whatever I told
them to." With that said, Cheryl stopped. She slowly, deliberately crushed
out her cigarette and put the coffee cup back to her lips, watching Barbara
over the rim.
Barbara couldn't control herself any longer. This was too much. Who
the hell did this kid think she was?
"Cheryl, you've got to be crazy. If you think I'm gonna be your maid
and wait on you hand and foot, you're bananas."
"Now listen Barbara!" Cheryl's tone changed from that of being sicky-
sweet to being downright nasty and dominant. "I'm offering you a alternative.
Do you know what'll happen to you if they find out you ran that guy over and
then left the s cene? My guess is at LEAST a year or two in prison for
vehicular homicide. How are you going to cope with that? How are going to
explain to your kids why they have to visit mommy in jail once a week? How is
John going to cope without a woman arou nd the house for that length of time?
You think about it."
"What is it you want me to do?" Barbara replied quietly. She knew
Cheryl had her, but being a maid for a while sure beat going to jail. What
would say to John? How could she get out of the house without him knowing
about it?
"Whatever, and I do mean whatever, I tell you to do." Cheryl shot
back. "I'll tell you one thing, though. It's gonna involve a whole lot more
than housework and waiting on me -- a whole lot more. I told you I've been
thinking some wild t houghts lately."
" Cheryl, let's get this straight. I'm not a lesbian and don't
intend to become one, so get any thoughts like that right out of your head."
"No, Barbara, you get this straight. You'll do what I say you'll do,
when I say to do it and with whoever I say to do it with. I'm not a lesbian
either, but I admit to thinking about what it would be like once or twice
lately"
"Cheryl, I can't." Barbara whined softly. "I simply can't."
"Tell you what. You think it over. You think it over real good. You
look at your husband and your kids and you think of what you in prison will do
to them. You think about it and when John comes home, you talk to him about
it. You make t he decision. I'll be back at 10 o'clock tonight. If you and
John agree to this, you put the kids to bed at 9, go take your shower, get all
prettied up, and put on your robe -- just your robe, nothing underneath, and
wait for me. If I come back and you're not wearing your robe, I'll know the
answer is "no" and I'll leave here immediately and the next time you see me
I'll be on a witness stand. You think about it. And, by the way, if you do
decide to agree to my terms, have a nice chilled bot tle of wine on the table
for me."
Having said that, Cheryl stood up and looked at Barbara sitting there,
stunned, head bowed and near tears. She paused, walked casually to the door
and left.
"Well," Barbara thought. "I certainly have gotten myself into a pile
of shit this time." She thought about the day in varying states of
confusion, disbelief, shock, and humility. She had surely fucked up this
time. She remembered telling John what had happened with Cheryl that
afternoon. She expected him to react with rage and had prepared herself to
restrain him from running next door and killing Cheryl on the spot. She
didn't expect the way he did react -- pretty much the same w ay she did --
completely defeated. He just sat there staring at his glass of beer and
didn't say a word. He never even looked up when she told him what she
thought she do. He never saw the tears forming in the corners of her eyes as
she told him h ow sorry she was for causing this mess and screwing up their
lives. He just stared at the beer as if the golden liquid would show him an
answer to all their problems. Finally he stood up, said "Whatever you want
to do, babe, I'm with you. I can't tell you how sorry I am that this is
happening to you. Whatever you decide, I'll stick by you. I don't know what
I'd do." She wondered if he would stand by her or if this ordeal would prove
to much for him to handle. Then she wondered what was in store for her.
Just what the hell could possibly be worse than what she's been through these
past couple of days. If she could survive them, she could survive anything.
"I guess I'll find out soon enough." she thought as she finished drying off,
stepped out of the shower stall and into her robe.
Cheryl, as usual, was right on time. The knock on the back door came
just as the living room clock was beginning to chime. Barbara glanced over
at John, took a deep breath and shivered as she uncrossed her legs and began
to stand up. John motioned for her to stay put and got up off the sofa and
walked casually to the back door.
"Cheryl, what the hell is going on?" He asked even before the door was
fully opened. John wasn't sure whether he should show strength and force or
humility. He was pissed that Cheryl was doing this to his wife but afraid of
what would happe n if he didn't consent. What pissed him off most, though,
was that Cheryl obviously wanted his wife and he had been hoping to get some
wild sack time in with Cheryl himself.
Cheryl took one step into the kitchen, looked at him and smiled. She
had obviously "prettied" herself up also. She wore a short cotton dress that
wrapped around her and appeared to be held on by one button on the side at the
waistline. It was evident to John that she wore no bra or stockings and he
wondered if she had anything on at all under that dress. As he looked at her,
he felt that familiar twinge in his loins as he began to get hard.
"Well, let's find out, John, shall we?" she replied as she walked past
him and stood at the small dinette table in the center of the room. She
shifted the rather large tote bag she was carrying to the other shoulder and
began to twirl the b ottle of Zinfadel around in the ice bucket which sat,
all alone, in the center of the table.
"Look, Cheryl, think about what you're asking of us. Friends don't do
this sort of thing to friends. What is it that you expect of Barbara? God
knows she's been through enough already."
"Don't worry, John. I'm just going to have a little fun. Barbara
won't be hurt much. I'm sure that right now this seems like such a sinister
thing I'm doing, but lighten up. I think we'll all have a good time in the
end. I'm sure you and
I will, but Barbara just might not care for it. She's just going to have to
put up with it for a while. Who knows? She may enjoy it -- but don't bet on
it. As for what I expect of Barbara, we'll go over that shortly. Do me a
favor, will you? Get me a glass and bring the wine into the living room where
we can all talk this out."
Cheryl turned and walked into the living room. She looked at Barbara
sitting in the chair, smiled when she noticed that Barbara was wearing a robe,
went over and sat down in the center of the sofa placing her bag beside her.
When John came in the room, he set the wine and glasses down on the coffee
table in front of the sofa. He silently picked up the bottle and began to
pour wine into the three glasses he had set in a row.
"Just pour two glasses, John. I don't believe Barbara will have one
just yet." Having said that, Cheryl looked directly at Barbara who was
visibly nervous and frightened as she sat rubbing her hands together staring
at the carpet.
"Well, Barbara, it appears that you've agreed to my terms after all.
Have you?" Cheryl asked while sipping on the cool wine.
"I guess so." Barbaras voice was barely audible and had a distinct
waver in it. She never moved her head as she spoke and kept looking down at
the carpet.
Cheryl smiled outwardly, but inwardly she was laughing. I've got her
where I want her she thought.
"Why, Barbara, I couldn't hear a word you said. Please come over here
and stand in front of the table right there in front of me and answer my
question." Cheryl spoke cheerfully, as if she were discussing the weather or
her new spring ward robe.
Barbara shot a cold look at Cheryl and for a moment was ready to
pounce on her and rip her hair out. Luckily she regained her composure
quickly and realized that Cheryl was definitely in the driver's seat. She
quickly glanced at John who sa t there looking at her, uncrossed her legs and
slowly started over to the sofa.
Cheryl smiled even wider when Barbara got up and walked over to the
exact spot she had directed her to. She lifted her glass and finished the
wine in one long sip then turned to John who was still looking at his wife.
Cheryl noticed that Jo hn's hard-on was undermining his outward attempt to
show his disdain for the proceedings.
"John, would you refill my glass, please? And, by the way John,
please don't interrupt Barbara and I during this discussion. You'll have
plenty of time to voice your opinion to Barbara after I leave."
Cheryl then directed her attention to Barbara standing in front of
her. She did look hopeless standing there, still looking at the carpet.
"Well, Barbara, have you agreed to my terms, or haven't you?
"Yes." was all Barbara could whisper before almost losing her breath.
"Let's see about that. First of all, the correct answer would be
"Yes, Mistress". Please try again and speak so that we can hear you."
"Yes, mistress" Barbara spat back, then realizing she sounded hostile
and afraid Cheryl would get angry she continued in a more humble tone. "I
agree to your terms."
"Good. Let's begin then." Cheryl sat up and opened her tote bag and
rummaged through it for a minute then withdrew a tape recorder, Polaroid
camera and a file folder. She opened the file folder and pulled out a single
sheet of paper and la id it on the table in front of Barbara.
"Ok, Barbara, you wanted to know what I expected you to do. Well,
that paper will enlighten things a bit. Now I want you to remove your robe --
you don't have anything on under it do you?"
"No." Barbara said and quickly added "mistress."
"Well, take it off and lets see."
Cheryl was pleasantly surprised when Barbara's hands undid the sash
and let the robe slip off her arms. Barbara had a much better body than she
had imagined. She wasn't as thin as Cheryl had pictured. A better word word
to describe her wou ld be "trim" with small, pert breasts and a firm, flat
tummy one wouldn't expect from a 28 year old mother of two. Cheryl had
mentioned to a few of her neighbors who dropped by for coffee this morning
that she just may have a "slave/maid" shortly an d when she described Barbara
to them she did not do her justice. Of course the girls got all giggly and
excited about the prospect and made Cheryl promise to keep them informed.
Cheryl had never had a lesbian experience and really never thought she
would. Sure she fantasized about it occasionally when Don was on one of his
business trips, but for the most part, Cheryl was strictly straight. She
thought about this whole scenario as a possible means to get John in bed with
her, but now she wa s really getting turned on and the thought of having John
while Barbara helped and even provided some services of her own was delicious.
She could really have a good time with this plan, that's for sure.
Barbara could feel her face getting red. She had never felt so shamed
in her life. She held the robe over her forearms and in front of her so to
cover her pubic area. She didn't dare look at John, but wondered what he was
looking at and wh at he was thinking. She just wanted to sink into the floor
and disappear. She was startled when Cheryl started speaking again.
"Very nice, Barbara. Put the robe down on the chair."
Barbara turned around and bent over to put the robe onto the chair.
Cheryl felt herself quietly gasp when she saw Barbara's rump. She always had
sort of a "butt fetish" but Don would have no part of that action. She
remembered sneaking up on him one night during foreplay and trying to stick
her small vibrator into his butt. You'd think she tried to kill him from his
reaction. Barbara's rear end was exquisite and she knew she would have fun
playing with that. The sight was short liv ed as Barbara turned and returned
to her spot in front of the table to await her next order.
"Please pick up that paper and read it, Barbara. It is your statement
of submission to me." Cheryl leaned forward and pressed the 'record" button
on the recorder as Barbara bent down to pick up the paper. Barbara
straightened up and looked at the paper as tears began forming in her eyes.
"Read it aloud, Please!" Cheryl was annoyed now. "The tape can't
record your thoughts, you know"
Barbara shuddered from the tone of Cheryl's voice and began reading,
aloud from the top.
"I, Barbara Morris, hereby announce my willingness to surrender myself
to my mistress, Cheryl Sather. In so doing, I agree to the following terms."
"1. I shall make myself available to my mistress with one days
notice. I will make all arrangements for baby-sitting, etc. that will be
necessary for me to meet these obligations. I understand that there will be
no more than 2 sessions per week though some sessions may require my
attendance overnight or for the weekend.
"2. I shall appear for each such session freshly bathed and groomed
and dressed in apparel requested by Mistress Cheryl. I understand that all
under clothing, bras, panties, hosiery, etc. are not to be worn at any time
during these sessions unless I am directed to do so my Mistress Cheryl.
"3. I will not speak unless directed to do so by Mistress Cheryl or
if given permission to do so by Mistress Cheryl. I will always end each
sentence with "Mistress Cheryl".
"4. At no time will I object to, or refuse to carry out an order
given by Mistress Cheryl.
"5. Although my husband, John may be present, I will ignore him, his
actions, suggestions and orders unless directed otherwise by my Mistress.
"6. I understand fully that these sessions will be sexual in nature
and involve actions I do not approve of or that repulse me. I shall, however,
comply promptly with my mistresses' directions and agree to give complete
control of my body t o my Mistress Cheryl.
"7. I understand that my failure to comply with these conditions,
including objecting to, or refusing to obey an order by Mistress Cheryl will
result in my being punished, which I agree to accept.
"8. I understand that no physical pain or permanent harm will come to
me although I will experience humiliation, discomfort, embarrassment and
revulsion. I understand that my failure to obey will call for punishment
which may cause pain, bu t no permanent damage to me.
"I am a humble slave to my mistress, Cheryl Sather."
Barbara's tears streamed down her cheeks as she finished reading. She
felt her knees buckle and felt as if she might faint at any moment. When she
said the last words, she remained staring at the paper and watched as drops
of her tears fell on the words, as if to punctuate each thing she was
submitting to. She couldn't speak or force herself to look at John, who she
desperately needed at this moment.
Cheryl reached forward and stopped the tape recorder. This time she
grabbed the bottle and poured herself another glass of wine and filled John's
glass. She looked at Barbara, then John, sat back and stared at the naked,
quivering Barbara a gain.
"Any questions, Barbara?" She said softly, almost as if she had
sympathy for her once good friend whom she has shared so many secrets with.
"Yes, just how long to expect me to do this? It can't go on forever,
you know." Barbara, too had changed. She seemed more at ease in her
nakedness now. Not comfortable, mind you, but her concentration seemed
centered on the business at ha d. She even glanced at John and noticed he had
one helluva hard-on as he fixed his eyes on her bare silhouette.
"Already you've failed to comply with your terms, slave. I believe
item number 3 on that sheet was violated. I'll make your punishment easy this
time, though. But remember what you've agreed to in the future, for your next
punishment will not be pleasant, I assure you. Now to answer your question,
this will go on as long as I can keep it going, but I know that I'd look
foolish going to the police after a long time had passed. Then again, you may
wish it to go on forever. Who knows? Believe this -- it is going on at this
moment and you will either hold to your agreement or I'm out of here and on my
way to the police. Does that answer your question?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara's demeanor again changed to one of
complete submission and her head dropped to face the carpet once more.
"Good. Now let's get this show on the road. I've got some
preliminaries to go over and then there's that punishment due." Cheryl
fidgeted in her tote bag some more and finally withdrew what appeared to be a
photo album. She laid it on the table and opened it to the first page.
Barbara noticed that it was empty and wondered why Cheryl brought it out,
until Cheryl grabbed the camera. She sensed then that it would not be empty
long.
"This book, Barbara, has 100 pages." Cheryl continued. "Each page
will hold 6 photos on each side. That means when full, this album will have
1200 photos, assuming I don't add additional pages. Each of those photos will
have one thing in common -- they will all be of you naked and posed in every
way, doing everything imaginable. We will begin tonight with some rather
basic shots of you alone." She paused and looked at John who seemed
mesmerized by what she was saying. "John, would you be a dear and move this
coffee table so that it sits perpendicular to the sofa, and get me nice sheet
to spread over it and, oh yes, I'll need a pillow."
John jumped to his feet and cleared the table of the wine, which he
sat on the floor at Cheryl's feet, and in one move, positioned the table as
Cheryl directed. Cheryl then shifted the lampshades on the end tables so that
the coffee table wa s bathed in bright light. John scurried out of the room
to get the pillow and sheet. Meanwhile, Cheryl directed her attention to
Barbara who was standing with her hands held open in front of her pubic area.
"Barbara, you seem to have a problem with your hands. It seems you
don't know what to do with them while standing there. From now on, and for
all future sessions, when you are awaiting orders, I want you to put both
hands behind your head a nd clasp your fingers. Also, from now on you are to
keep your legs apart so that your pussy is easily accessible to me for
whatever I have in mind -- I'd say that when standing there should be 3 feet
between each foot, and when kneeling, 2 feet betw een your knees. And, by the
way, keep your head up and look straight ahead with your eyes open. I
wouldn't want you to miss anything. Got it?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara said as she quickly put her hands
behind her head and moved her feet apart. God, she felt humiliated. How
would she ever survive this ordeal. She trembled as she imagined what those
1200 pictures would be li
ke. She wondered how many different things could she be photographed doing
to fill up that book. She looked straight ahead, as directed, and focused on
the painting on the wall behind the sofa. Since John had moved the table, she
was some distanc e from Cheryl now, but she still could not see her out the
bottom of her eyes. She heard her doing something but dared not move her eyes
downward to look for fear of accruing another punishment. The thought of the
punishment came to mind and she tr embled once again as she remembered her
oath which said that punishment may be painful. Once more, tears began
filling her eyes.
John returned carrying the sheet and pillow and stopped dead in his
tracks when he entered the living room and saw Barbara standing there in that
position. His dick twitched again and he thought for sure he would have an
orgasm right in his pants if this continued much longer. Cheryl noticed him
standing there and told him to spread the sheet on the table and to place the
pillow in the center of the table so it would raise "Barbara's pretty little
butt" up enough to make "everything" v isible to the camera lens. He glanced
at Barbara and saw her face turn crimson and the tears rolling down her
cheeks. His dick twitched once more and he ran to accomplish his task.
Cheryl, refilled the wine glasses again, picked up the camera, stood
up and moved out of John's way as he covered the table. She walked around
Barbara and stopped behind her to admire her ass again. She continued around
until she was just i nches away from Barbara's face. She lifted her hand to
Barbara's breast and gently cupped it, marveling at how firm it was. She had
not expected Barbara to be in such great shape and she certainly did not
expect herself to be as excited as she was. She had not worn panties that
night and could feel her juices trickling out of her pussy and soaking her
thighs. As her eyes glanced over to see how John was doing she noticed his
hard-on had gotten bigger and seemed to be ready to bust out of his pants.
She thought about how good this night was going to be and how great future
nights were going to be. Gradually, she thought, she' have Barbara groveling
to lick her ass while John fucked her. She was on the brink of orgasm when
she caught h erself and focused her attention back to Barbara.
Cheryl positioned Barbara towards the center of the room and took a
couple of pictures of her standing in that embarrassing position. Barbara
fought back the urge to close her eyes and kept staring at the painting as
Cheryl moved around her and snapped some more shots from the rear, then the
side. She was aware of John's presence and wanted desperately to look into
his eyes thinking that doing so would transport her to another place. Her
peace was shattered and her fears heightened wh en Cheryl spoke.
"Barbara, I want a picture of you with your nipples hard. Play with
nipples until they're hard. Do you remember telling me how much you enjoyed
having your breasts played with?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara's voice was really beginning to crack
now. Slowly, she moved her hands from behind her head to her breasts and
began massaging her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She blinked
when the flash went off again, and again. She willed her body to make her
nipples hard so she could stop this in front of John. Where was he, anyway?
She longed to look around for him but settled for fantasizing that it was his
hands playing with nipples and soon rea lized that they were indeed getting
harder.
"That didn't take long, did it slave?"
"No, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara heard Cheryl's question and heard
herself reply, but she continued with her fantasy and playing with her
nipples.
John had poured another glass of wine for himself and had sat down on
a chair while Cheryl busied herself taking pictures. He never dreamed he
would ever desire his wife as much as he did this very minute. He was on the
verge of exploding a nd knew he had to do something pretty soon. As Cheryl
got between him and Barbara, He noticed he could see up her dress and he was
not surprised to see she wasn't wearing panties. Her ass looked perfect and
the wetness he noticed on the inside of h er thighs made him want her as much
as he wanted Barbara.
"Let's not get too carried away, Barbara." Cheryl's voice broke the
silence and seemed to awaken the entire room from a misty dream. "Put your
hands behind your head again while I get some shots of your pretty little
titties. " Click. Cli ck. Pop. Pop. "There. That should take care of the
"R" rated stuff. Lay down on the table, on your back, hands behind your head,
legs straddling the table, feet flat on the floor."
Barbara moved quickly to the table. Anything would be better than
standing there like that, she thought. Once in position, she realized how
wrong she was. The air hitting the inside of thighs and flowing across her
vagina then down over he r anus when Cheryl adjusted the pillow under her,
made her feel more humiliated and vulnerable than ever. While her eyes
remained wide open, she barely noticed Cheryl moving around over her and the
camera flashing. She did, however, feel the heat o f the flash on her pussy
and knew that some of these pictures were going to be close-ups. Her thoughts
kept drifting back to John somewhere in the room watching her being subjected
to this and she wondered whether he was embarrassed for her or wheth er he was
angry at Cheryl for doing this, or perhaps, was he getting excited watching
her going through these motions. The possibility of John getting excited made
it a little easier on her. She didn't attempt to understand how, or why, he
would ge t excited at her dilemma but she thought at least she was doing
something good for him. That thought made it possible for her to reach down
between her legs and spread her vagina wide open when Cheryl ordered her to.
It allowed her to answer "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." when she was admonished to do
so before carrying out each order Cheryl barked out.
"Why, Barbara, I believe you're finally getting a little wet down
there." Cheryl's observation made Barbara blush even more. "Now I want you
to put your feet in the air, spread as far as you can, so I can get some shots
of your pussy AND as s hole."
Cheryl's coarse language increased Barbara's embarrassment. Cheryl
always used such language when they talked to one another, but this was
different. John was present and Cheryl was talking about her pussy and
asshole. Nonetheless, she car ried out the order and raised her legs up and
spread open and replied "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." She winced in pain as Cheryl
grabbed her ankles and spread her legs even wider. She assured Cheryl that
she would try to keep them there, but knew she cou ldn't do that for any
length of time. It helped relieve the strain when she put her arms around her
legs and spread her cheeks as Cheryl had ordered so that she could get a
better shot of her puckered ass.
"This just won't do, Barbara. You're not holding your legs far enough
apart. John, would you mind giving your wife a hand? Stand at her head and
grab her ankles so that you can spread her legs wide open for me."
John jumped to his feet and darted to his appointed position. He
grabbed Barbara's ankles and forced her legs as far apart as he thought she
could bear. Momentarily his eyes crossed Barbara's and he was both ashamed
for helping with her deg radation and excited with the participation at the
same time.
My, my. Look at you, John. You're hornier than a male dog in a
kennel full of bitches in heat." Cheryl laughed at John's predicament.
"Maybe we can do something about that. Barbara, I'd like you to help John get
some relief so that he ma y be of better use to me. You will suck him off
while he and I are busy posing you for your album, won't you?"
No, no. Barbara wanted to scream out. Not here under these lights.
Not with you watching and snapping pictures. This is something sacred. This
is between him and I. This is something we share alone, in our bed, in
darkness. Everything inside her told her to stop this charade, kick Cheryl
out of the house and rid herself of this nightmare. She was shocked to hear
her voice say "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." She was still in shock when she felt
John's hands around her ankles again and s aw his rock hard cock dangling
there just inches above her face. She didn't know why she parted her lips and
allow him to enter her mouth. She had never done this in this position
before. Her head rocked back, and she felt his cock sliding down th e back of
her throat as he rocked his hips back and forth as if he were fucking her
face. She had never been able to take him so deep before. She became
oblivious to her surroundings and began bobbing her head in time with his
hips.
Cheryl was beside herself. John was as big as she fantasized him to
be. As she watched Barbara take his huge cock all the way into her mouth, she
knew she had found the perfect couple. The sight of the pair made her stop
taking pictures an d watch for a while. After a short pause she went back to
work taking close-ups of Barbara spreading her pussy lips, then spreading her
ass, then of Barbara sucking John's cock. She had never before been able to
change the film as quickly as she di d when she ran out in the middle of all
this. She definitely wanted to get a picture of him coming and shouted at him
to pull out of Barbara's mouth just before he came and to come over her tits.
He never answered but she was too busy taking pictur es to hear him if he had.
Finally, she saw him pull his cock out of her mouth and she aimed the camera
just in time to get some shots of his come covering her tits and open mouth.
She thought he'd never stop coming. It was everywhere, as if it was n't a
cock but a rubber bag filled with semen. Eventually, he did stop coming and
began losing his erection. She saw the cock slowly throb and it reminded her
of the way a track star slowly came to rest after a race. Not just stop when
it was over , but gradually slow the pace down until finally collapsing into a
heap. She looked at Barbara lying there. Her eyes were closed and her head
tilted as far back as possible, but she still had her fingers spreading her
ass wide open -- just as Chery l had ordered.
The sound of Cheryl's voice hit Barbara in the head like a hammer.
She had drifted off into space and now was crashing back to Earth. When she
jumped, she almost pulled her legs out of John's hands and she let go of her
cheeks for a brief i nstant, but quickly recovered and spread them open again.
She opened her eyes and stared straight up at John's cock, which was still
forming droplets which, in turn, dripped onto face. His balls were no more
than 10 inches above her forehead and sw ung gently in the air. She had not
heard what Cheryl had said and wasn't sure whether she ask her to repeat it or
maybe just ignore her in the hopes that she was not talking to her, but just
making a comment.
"Let's see now -- closing your eyes, failure to answer me -- your
punishment is beginning to build up. I can't say as I blame you though after
that. I had no idea you were such a good cocksucker, Barbara. We're just
gonna have to videotape your technique sometime so we'll have a reference for
novices. Now! Answer me!. Did you enjoy sucking John's cock?"
Barbara's felt her face redden again. She had enjoyed it, but loathed
Cheryl's presence and the way it came about -- that had ruined the whole
thing.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl" she stammered.
"Good. Let's see just how much you enjoyed it. Let go of your ass
and spread that pussy wide -- and I mean wide -- so we can see just how wet
you are." Cheryl picked up the camera again and leaned forward.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara quickly let go of her ass and brought
her hands around between her legs, spreading her vagina as far open as she
could "so all the world could see" she said to herself sarcastically. She
felt something enter ing her ever so slowly and realized it was Cheryl's
finger. Cheryl's finger went all the way and in and then moved around a bit
before it began to withdraw.
Cheryl looked at her finger, wet with Barbara's juices, and looked
back at Barbara's face. "Well, you are wet -- aren't you? Look what you've
done to my finger. Now I want you to use your tongue to clean it off."
Barbara saw Cheryl's finger and felt it's tip at her lips. She began
to get sick from the thought of licking it and didn't do anything but stare at
it.
"Would you rather we start our punishment now." Cheryl said. "It
won't be easy for this offense. If you know what's good for you you'll get
that tongue working on this finger right this minute!"
Barbara took a deep breath and held it as she opened her mouth and
allowed her tongue to start licking Cheryl's finger. While she was licking
she kept looking up at John's balls, imagining that she was licking his cock
instead. The taste di d not repulse her but the knowledge of what she was
licking, and where it had been, did. She wondered what the expression on
Cheryl's face was. Was she somber, smiling, ecstatic or just plain gloating.
She wanted to glance down but felt too ashame d to look her tormentor in the
eyes.
John felt himself starting to get hard again. He wasn't sure whether
it was due to the sight of his wife licking her own pussy juice off of
Cheryl's finger or to Cheryl's hand brushing up against it as she moved her
finger around Barbara's t ongue. He did know that, whatever the reason, it
was getting hard again. He tried to remember the last time he had gotten a
hard on so soon after orgasm and couldn't remember if he ever had gotten
another one on so quickly. He didn't want it to ge t hard again for fear it
would go badly for Barbara. He tried to think of other things like fishing
and boating in the hopes it would occupy his mind, but he couldn't take his
eyes of Barbara's tongue.
Cheryl finally withdrew her finger, studied it momentarily and
pronounced the job was well done. She looked down at Barbara's pussy, still
being held wide open and took 2 more pictures. She now had several pictures
spread out on the sofa be side her and she scanned them all.
"I do believe these pictures have captured the redness of your face
nicely, Barbara. They also show the pink of your pussy and asshole perfectly.
I'm sure my friends will love these." Cheryl chuckled as she saw Barbara's
eyes widen when sh e mentioned her friends. "Yes I'm sure they will. But
enough about them for now. Save for a few mistakes, which we'll address
later, you've been very good tonight, Barbara. I am sure John would agree
with that. As a reward, I'm going to allow yo u to have an orgasm."
Barbara almost died when Cheryl instructed her to masturbate herself
to climax. She had never done this in front of anyone, not even John. She
paused a moment then, recalling her agreement, slowly loosened the grip on her
pussy lips and beg an rubbing her slit softly. She began wondering how she
was going to fake orgasm and how long she should wait until she did but Cheryl
was relentless with the orders. First it was "get your finger in there" then
"another one" then "still another" u ntil she had inserted all four fingers
and was working them in and out as fast as she could. She saw John's balls
and dick move to one side and Cheryl's face come into view. She was holding
what appeared at first to be a plastic flashlight but then Barbara realized it
was one of those vibrators she had seen in some of John's catalogs that came
in the mail occasionally. It was white, about 8 inches long and an inch in
diameter with a rounded top. The bottom had a knurled dialed which she assu
med was a switch. Cheryl laid the tip of the vibrator on Barbara's lips and
told her to "open". As Barbara slowly parted her lips, Cheryl began inserting
the vibrator into her mouth. Barbara had to fight her gag reflex as Cheryl
worked it in and o ut, each time going in a little further until her fingers
pushed against her lips. Cheryl kept telling her to keep her hands working
and Barbara would increase the pace each time. Finally, Cheryl withdrew the
vibrator and sat back down.
"I believe you need a little help reaching an orgasm, Barbara. Well,
I'm holding it right here." Cheryl stopped to watch Barbara's reaction for a
moment then continued. "If I were you, I'd take my hand out of my pussy and
rub some of that juice around my asshole to lubricate it because that's where
this is going next."
Barbara couldn't believe her ears. Not in my ass, she thought, I've
never had anything stuck in there except John's fingertip occasionally when
we made love. Still, she took her hand out of her pussy and began to spread
as much lubricant as she could around her small, puckered anus. She gritted
her teeth and waited for the pain, which she knew would come when Cheryl
started to push that thing up there. She sighed in despair when Cheryl told
her to put her hand back into her pussy and get back to work there and with
her other hand she was to work the vibrator into her ass herself. As she put
her one hand back into her vagina and took the base of the vibrator, which
Cheryl had clicked onto it's highest setting, she felt Cheryl's hands
spreading her ass cheeks apart. She could only imagine what she looked like.
Here she was nude lying on a coffee table, covered with come, legs held high
in the air and wide apart by John, whose dick and balls were just inches from
her face, w ith one hand in her pussy and the other working a dildo in and
out of ass, the cheeks of which were spread wide apart by another woman. She
began to sob. Soon she felt Cheryl's hands let go of her ass and then heard
the click and saw the flash of t he camera again. Her sobs turned to silent
crying and tears streamed down her face.
"Enough." Cheryl was getting disgusted. "I can't believe you haven't
come yet. My God, I'm only watching and I'm about ready climax. I'm sure
before the month is out you'll learn to have the "big O" in front of other
people. But enough f or now. push the vibrator all the way into your ass and
stand up. Be careful that vibrator doesn't come out. Hold it in with you
hand if you have to. John, why don't you move the table aside, against the
wall, and come have a seat next to me here on the sofa."
Barbara didn't have to be told twice. She winced with the pain as she
pushed the vibrator deep into her ass and held it there when she stood,
remembering to put her free hand behind her head. She looked at John moving
the coffee table and a lmost laughed at how ridiculous he looked -- nude from
the waist down with cock standing straight out as if pointing the way to
follow. The humor disappeared, however, when she saw him sit down and press
against Cheryl.
John held up his glass as Cheryl refilled it then hers. He noticed
that there was only about 2 glasses of wine left in the bottle and was
surprised that neither he nor Cheryl were drunk. He glanced down at his hard-
on and wondered if he sho uld try to cover it up. He thought Cheryl must have
read his mind when she laughed and told him not to worry because his condition
would be taken care of very shortly. When she told him that, he watched it
twitch 2 or 3 times in rapid succession. "Damn, I'm horny!" he thought as he
looked at Barbara standing in the center of the room. His cock twitched some
more and the look in Barbara's eyes told him she had noticed. As a matter of
fact, it seemed her eyes were fixed on his crotch.
Cheryl looked directly at Barbara for several minutes as she sipped
her wine.
"Is my little come-covered slave ready for her punishment?" she said
as her eyes moved over Barbara's body.
"Mistress Cheryl," Barbara's tone was pleading, almost begging,
"please. This is the first time I've ever done anything like this. I've done
everything you told me to and just forgot some formalities. Please forgive me
this time and I pro mise to be better next time."
"Well, there you go again. Now you've forgotten to ask permission to
speak before doing so. But I agree you have behaved well except for some
mental lapses. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll let you off this time, BUT,
you must demonstrate your acceptance of me as your mistress and your
willingness to do ANYTHING I ask of you. If you do that, I'll forego any
whipping or other painful punishment THIS TIME ONLY. Do you agree?" Cheryl
was grinning ear-to-ear when she finished.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl. Thank you, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara threw in
the thank you hoping this would help show Cheryl her acceptance of her status
as slave and perhaps persuade her to go easy on her.
"Very well then. Get down on you stomach and crawl like a snake over
to me. Mind you, don't let that vibrator come out of your ass!" Cheryl was
in her glory as she saw Barbara get down on the carpet and wiggle over to
her. She had to give her credit for holding that vibrator in and she
wondered if she were getting rug burns on her stomach. Maybe I should have
her roll over for a moment to check.
"Barbara, while I'm telling you what I want you to do I want you to
look directly at me, and I want to see that dildo move. Pull it all the way
out then all the way back in -- and keep doing it!" Cheryl paused and watched
as Barbara did as she was told. Each time the vibrator started back into
rectum, Barbara would wince in pain. Cheryl watched Barbara's eyes almost
bulge out of her head when she reached down and unbuttoned her dress and let
it fall apart, exposing herself completely . "Now Barbara when I tell you to
begin, I want you to start licking my feet. Lick each one completely and be
sure to get between my toes like a good little slave. When you're done with
the feet, you can start on the legs and we'll see what comes next. Are you
ready?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara didn't know if she could do this.
She told herself it was only flesh. She could do it. She thought she knew
what came next and she was sure she couldn't do that. The thought of licking
another women's vagi na thoroughly disgusted her. Nonetheless, she started
licking Cheryl's foot and kept the damn dildo going in and out of her ass. As
her tongue finished working between the toes of Cheryl's right foot and
started working on the left, Barbara noticed Cheryl shift her body. She
glanced upward and saw that Cheryl had spread her legs wide open exposing her
soaking vagina. Soon Barbara began hearing low moans that she knew had to
come from John. When she looked up, she saw Cheryl leaning over Joh n's lap
with his cock in her mouth. The sight mesmerized her. She continued licking
but couldn't take her eyes off the sight of John getting a blow-job from her
once good friend. Unlike herself, Cheryl seemed to have no trouble taking all
of John' s cock down her throat. John was sitting upright with his head
thrown back and eyes closed, moving his hips slightly in time with Cheryl's
head, upon which he had rested his hand. In order to get a better sight of
the proceedings, and without reali zing it, Barbara had begun working her way
up Cheryl's right leg and was now hungrily licking around her knee. For the
first time that night, Barbara began to get aroused. She noticed she had
started to move the vibrator in and out of her ass at th e same pace as Cheryl
was moving her head on John's cock. At that moment, Barbara wanted to take
the vibrator out of her rear and put it in her pussy, but was afraid Cheryl
would notice and punish her for it.
Cheryl moved her hand and placed it on top of Barbara's head. Barbara
was so lost in the sights and in her own excitement, she didn't notice
Cheryl's hand. She just kept licking and looking. The smell of Cheryl's
pussy juices seemed to hav e an aphrodisiac like effect on her and she was
soon moving the vibrator in and out at a much faster pace. Her tongue, too,
was working faster and soon she began to feel Cheryl's pussy hairs on the end
of it. She was beginning to lose all control o f herself. As John's moans
became louder and more urgent, Barbara' s desires were also becoming greater
and she knew from the pressure of Cheryl's hand on her head, and the way her
pelvis started working to meet her tongue that Cheryl was ready to c ome at
any moment. Barbara's head was swimming. The sight in front of her, the
smell of Cheryl's womanhood and the sound of John's moaning had all combined
to obscure reality. She thought of nothing but her immediate need. She had
to come. At th e moment she heard John's loud grunt that signified he had an
orgasm, Barbara stuck her tongue into Cheryl's cunt as far as she could and
worked it in and out and around furiously. The vibrator in her rear began
moving as fast as her hand could move . Within moments Cheryl's pussy was
pouring liquid. Barbara didn't know whether it was all Cheryl's juices or a
mixture of Cheryl's juices and her saliva. She didn't care. She was coming
now. She could feel it building, and building and building until .... AAAGH!
"Oh God, that was GREAT!" Cheryl exhaled. "Barbara I can't make up
my mind whether you're a better cocksucker or cuntlicker. You have a talented
tongue, that's for sure."
Barbara had come back down to Earth when she heard Cheryl's voice.
She was more embarrassed now than ever, but also more relieved. She still was
kneeling between Cheryl's legs and was resting her lips on Cheryl's cunt. She
began to move he r head back when the pressure of Cheryl's hand stopped her.
"As a finale for tonight, and to show your complete surrender to me,
Barbara, I want you to give me the "kiss of respect". I want to feel your
lips on my ass and your tongue in my asshole. Do it well and we're through
for tonight."
"This is terrible." Barbara thought, "Now I've got to kiss and lick
her ass, too? It's the most disgusting thing I've ever had to do." She
realized, though, that if she did this one last thing real well, she would be
done for tonight. Tha t was the best news she heard in months. She began to
lick around Cheryl's asshole and starting to force her tongue in the tight
crevice. Cheryl helped her by reaching around and spreading her checks apart.
She worked her tongue as though her life depended on it -- indeed, in her
mind, it did. She wondered what John was doing at the moment. Was he
watching her lick another woman's ass? Shame was the word to describe
Barbara's night and she was beginning to numb to it. She wondered now wha t
effect all this would have on her marriage. Cheryl released her grip on her
cheeks and sat up.
"Very good, my little slut. You may now stand up before me -- watch
that dildo doesn't fall." Cheryl watched Barbara leap to her feet, still
holding the vibrator deep in her ass. The length of time in use and the
"tight surroundings" had worked the batteries to the point that the vibrator
was barely humming. "Turn around and bend over and I'll take that thing out
of your ass." she said and as Barbara turned and bent Cheryl was beside
herself with joy. She had Barbara completely. She bent forward and clicked
the vibrator off. Then, before pulling it out, she twisted it around 2 or 3
rotations. Finally she began to withdraw it -- very, very slowly. When it
was completely out, she studied it for a moment then gave Barbara on e final
command. "Take this vibrator and wash it off for me. Do it quickly." As
Barbara scurried out of the room, vibrator in hand, Cheryl turned to look at
John.
"Well, John. What do you think now? It seems to me that we all had a
good time tonight. I mean your wife had one helluva orgasm. I think she
might get to like this sort of thing, huh?"
"Maybe you're right, but you were sure hard on her, Cheryl. I
couldn't help but feel sorry for her at times."
"Bullshit, John! You were having the best experience of your life.
I've never seen so much come from one man in my life. Admit it. You were
excited.!"
"Yeah," John was about to tell Cheryl that he didn't recall ever
having such an orgasm in his life when Barbara walked back into the room. He
looked into her eyes and noticed she was looking into his. Without saying a
word, she walked bac k to where Cheryl was sitting and offered her the
vibrator.
Cheryl stood up, buttoned her dress and grabbed the vibrator out of
Barbara's hand as she sat back down. She gathered the pictures, camera and
tape recorder and stuffed them back into her tote bag. When she was through
getting everything to gether, she looked at Barbara.
"You've done very well tonight, Barbara, considering this has been
your first time at this sort of thing. Now, Friday evening I'm having some of
the girls over for some drinks and entertainment. That means that I could use
a maid to serve u s and also some entertainment. I think you'll fill the bill
on both accounts. Be at my apartment promptly at 6. Please wear JUST a plain
cotton house dress. You know, the ones that button down the front. You may
wear a pair of slippers too, if y ou like." After Barbara murmured her
acceptance, Cheryl turned to John. "John, I'd like you to come also. You'll
be the only guy there, but I'm sure you'd like to see what we have in store.
Besides, you know I'll find a way to take care of you."
"Yeah, sure, Cheryl. I'll drive Barbara and stay around." John
replied as Cheryl stood up to leave. He walked her to the back door and
watched her walk across the lawn to her mother's house. When she was safely
inside, he shut off the lig ht and walked into the kitchen. He heard water
running and guessed Barbara was taking a shower. He had a lot of questions to
ask himself about this night. What did it all mean when he was getting so
horny at the sight of his wife being bossed arou nd and forced to submit to
these wild sex acts by her friend? He didn't know, and right now he was to
damn tired to think about it anymore. He walked into the bedroom, uncovered
the bed and climbed in to wait for Barbara.
Barbara tried to put her thoughts together under the relaxing streams
of hot water from the shower. She had never been so humbled or so defiled in
her life. Neither had she had an orgasm like that before. Her ass and pussy
were sore from t he abuse they had taken earlier and hurt when she scrubbed
them with the washcloth. She had already gargled with mouthwash several times
before she jumped into the shower but, in her mind, she could still taste
Cheryl's pussy juice and flesh. She w as disgusted, but at the same time, she
couldn't stop from getting excited when she thought back on some of the events
that took place that night. She wondered what would happen on Friday. The
thought of having to go through the same thing again wa s bad enough. To have
to do it in front of complete strangers -- women at that -- was almost
unthinkable to her. She resented the fact that Cheryl had oral sex with her
husband, but admitted that the sight of them drove her wild. She had no more
th oughts of the car accident which brought this all about, only thoughts of
naked flesh, vibrators and orgasm. She finished the shower, dried herself off
and walked into the bedroom. She said not a word to John, lying there with
his eyes wide open, g ot into bed, closed her eyes and went to sleep.
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