Marie 's Submissive Year
Weeks 1-4 - Michigan

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WARNING and disavowal : This narrative outlines the travel of a middle-aged wife who decided to spent a year exploring her long-repressed submissive side. Her husband and her best friend subject her to the risky kinds of depravity during a year-old international junket. If you do n't like that sort of matter, please go show something else and do n't forget feedback here about how horrible and disgusting the story is. It 's fiction and it 's supposed to be.
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John the Divine looked at his sentry. Nearly noon. Lora would be at Hyatt, waiting in the lounge for him. He looked around his desk, everything was in order. The revisions on the outgoing legal brief were marked and stacked, his IN box was, for the for the first time metre in old age, clean and jerk. He 'd offloaded nigh of his workload to two of the other house in townsfolk and had n't taken on any new work since Marie lost her job three weeks ago. They did n't fuck what they were going to do, but they 'd always talked about traveling the world if they had the opportunity. Maybe this was it.
He shook his head. Right. As if this was `` it ''. Lora did n't think so.
But then, Lora was insane. Or, to put it politely, she lived 'outside the box'.
His phone rang and he took a immediate call option from another possible client. It bothered him to be turning down workplace but they 'd did n't need the money and he wanted his calendar clear. Just in case.
They 'd done their calculations and they could easily retire on what they had in the bank and investment. Or at least take a twelvemonth off. For a couple in their later thirties, they 'd done incredibly well. Marie had been one of the original in a startup software package firm that had hit big and been bought. trick 's career in contract law was less showy but by staying independent and working with low command processing overhead, he 'd swear just under a million dollars in the terminal few years. Plus they 'd bought Google on the way up. They were comfortable.
The alarm on his laptop computer beeped. It was noon. He 'd assure Lora he 'd be there at twelve noon. Why was he hesitating ? Were n't Marie and Lora about to declare oneself him the probability to live out his gaga teenager aged fancy ? The two of them had been planning `` something big '' since final weekend. Marie moved in with Lora ten sidereal day ago and he had n't seen her since.
Something about that thinking made his cock stir. The thrill of the terra incognita. And his wife in the handwriting of their friend Lora. It could entail anything. Maybe Lora had taught his wife some new whoremonger. Maybe -- could it be potential -- a three ?
Lora was the right hand one to do that.
She 'd taken a completely dissimilar road after college. While Marie and John buckled down to their jobs, Lora took to the road. Or the skies more specifically. Two years as a stewardess followed by the go six or seven as a highschool priced `` escort ''. She 'd been all around the macrocosm, spending a night here, a workweek there, and once XC days as the live-in `` deal closer '' for an International developer named Han. Whenever someone was on the fence about a buy or a sell that Han really wanted, Lora be brought into the film and, after a few days -- or in one case, two weeks -- the composition were signed and Lora took a per centum of the profits.
She 'd work all the theatrical role. The girl, the ex-wife, the dominatrix, the submissive, Asiatic, French, English -- whatever the customer wanted. And, over the years, there was almost no perverted, deviate act Lora had n't been asked to perform. She attacked every one of them with gusto, reveling in the use of her body for any purpose that brought to a greater extent gold into her coffers.
When Marie lost her job three weeks ago, Lora had been warm to intimate Marie join her. They laughed about it the first sentence Lora mentioned it. At two-hundred forty two Cypriot pound on a five-foot-ten chassis, Marie was not someone who made read/write head bend. That was n't exactly true, Gospel According to John thought, she *did* turn heads. There was something intensely sensual about her typeface -- her oculus and lips and the way her neck flowed into her shoulders, then down into the cleavage of her innate DD chest. Her midst, Brown University pilus was usually pulled back in a single pony talk but when she let it diminish free around her face, she did more than bout heads. John was sure she 'd made Thomas More than a few cocks stand up and submit notice.
John smiled. His hammer has stiffened as his imagination flashed on Marie sitting on the bed with Lora running a brush through her hair. What *was* in shop for him at the Hyatt ?
He got up and took his jacket off of the hangar on the spine of the door. 25 hundred dollars. Who would have ever expected to spend that sort of money on a courtship ? He chuckled out loud. It 's strange how life history turns out sometimes.
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privy poured the lowest one-half of the Foster 's into the scant deoxyephedrine and held the can in his mitt, looking at the label without reading it.
'' John ? '' Lora said quietly.
Saint John the Apostle did n't response.
'' St. John the Apostle, it 's zip to be embarrassed about. ``
He looked around. The lounge was nearly empty, even at lunch time it did n't seem to string much of a crowd. There was the barkeep, two waitresses in short, Black person apparel, and only two other people. A brace, sitting in a booth across the room, both in suits, a push-down list of papers on the table between them. Probably lawyer, he thought, then smiled.
'' How long has she known ? ``
'' Does that matter ? ``
'' Maybe. Maybe not. I do n't know. '' He took a drunkenness. `` How long ? ``
'' At least a class. Not much tenacious. ``
John shook his head, looked down at his glass.
'' Why did n't you ever mention it ? ``
He snapped his head up, looked into her oculus, angry. `` Why ? Well, it 's not exactly the kind of affair you can drop in the middle of a conversation, is it ? 'Dear, you know all those nights I said I was downstairs watching replays of my favorite concerts ? fountainhead, I was really surfing kink internet site. That 's not exactly something you bring up over dinner. ``
'' I thought you two talked about everything. ``
'' We do, but there are limitation, you know ? '' He picked up the beer glass.
Lora nodded. `` I do. I 've sent them all and I know there are some you *never* talk about. You could sustain talked to me about it, you know. You two know about my life. ``
John got more angry. `` lecture to you about it ? You 're not my wife ? You 're insane, you know that ? '' He slammed the chalk on the table. `` hoot it, Lora, you 're just insane. ``
Lora just stared at him.
'' I 'm sorry, '' he said after a few seconds.
Lora 's aspect shifted slightly. She reached across the mesa and put her manus on top of his.
'' Do you see how easygoing that was ? ``
lav gave her a puzzled look.
'' Your shift. You were wild at me, but I held my ground and you caved in, you turned excusatory, you turned ... submissive. ``
can felt an uncomfortable twist in his stomach. That password turned him on but he 'd never applied it to himself. `` What 's your point ? ``
'' People shift. hoi polloi can change. ``
She reached for her purse on the bench beside her, rested it on the table.
'' Have you ever talked to Marie about Submission ? About Bondage ? ``
John looked up and scanned the way quickly. `` keep on your voice down. ``
'' Have you ? ``
whoremaster shook his head. `` No, no, never. ``
Lora opened her purse and took out a small black case.
'' So you probably have no idea how often she came downstairs after you were asleep and watched the Same movies you 'd watched before you came upstairs and fucked her ? ``
'' Bullshit. ``
'' And she 'd masturbate right there in your chair, sweating and oozing onto your chair. The Lapplander professorship you 'd been jerking off in, getting yourself gear up to come up and visit her. ? ``
'' Bullshit. ``
'' But, you are n't indisputable, are you ? I can hear it in your vocalism. ``
John stopped. He 'd wondered sometimes but never let himself intend about it. She always said she was sleeping downstairs in the Guest elbow room because it was further from the street and quiet.
'' She loves you, you know. You never judge her, never talked about her free weight or that she wo n't unsay or that she wo n't take it up the ass. ``
'' What the nookie ? Do you two blab out about everything ? ''
Lora took her cell phone out of her purse and punched in a number. `` We do now. '' She kept her eyes on him while she talked, `` you can come in now. '' suspension. `` Yes, in the waiting area. '' Pause. `` Exactly as you are. '' Pause. `` Or we could reprise Thursday night. I thought not. We will be here. ``
John felt his stomach tighten. What had happened Th night ? And if Marie was nearby, why was n't she there when he arrived ? They 'd sat through boozing and mushroom cap and talking for over half an 60 minutes while Marie had been waiting ... where ?
Lora opened the small black case and John looked at the gimmick she slid into her manus. It looked like the outside controller for a telly set, minor and dim with buttons, pommel, and permutation. `` You can work with it later. I need to learn you how to use it, '' she said with a soupcon of conspiracy in her voice.
She looked up and nodded over Gospel According to John 's mighty shoulder. `` She 's here. Your wife 's here. ``
John turned and looked behind him. It was his married woman but not like he 'd seen her before. She was wearing a full-length garb of what looked same gray flannel. The neck opening was highschool and the sleeve came down to her radiocarpal joint. There was a second layer over it, a waist-length cape of the same fabric. His first opinion, as ridiculous as it was, was 'she must be baking hot'. He noticed she was walking slowly, each footmark measured in just inches. He looked at her feet and saw she was in closed-toe scuff shoes, fatal leather with one-inch hound. Marie 's arms hung at her position and John the Evangelist noticed she had ringing on every finger, all silver or petwer, her in-between finger's breadth on each handwriting had three or four, knuckle joint to knuckle.
'' Come, pet, '' Lora said. One of the waitresses heard it and turned.
'' Sorry, not you, '' Lora said with a grin. She nodded toward Marie. `` This one. ``
The waitress gave Lora a mazed look and went back to folding napkins.
When Marie reached the tabular array, Lora slid over in the cubicle and patted the wooden bench. `` Sit, dear. ``
Marie did n't prompt. John looked at her men, noticed her fingers were moving, making humble uneasy, twitchy motions. She was staring at her shoes, her face frozen.
'' Now, '' Lora said sweetly.
Marie stood beside the bench and lowered herself slowly until her bottom was on the seat. John saw her sassing tighten and he felt a hurry through his crotch as he remembered scenes like this from a hundred different DandS moving-picture show. Marie twisted, bringing her legs underneath the board with a single turning, then set her hands palm down on the table in front of her.
Saint John the Apostle looked at his wife 's face. Her skin, always flawless and smooth, was even more beautiful than he remembered. She was focused, as if she was concentrating intently on something. The war paint around her center made them stand out even more than usual, her lashes were done to look longer than ever, and her lips were a shining red without being cartoonish.
What stood out the most, though, was the way she held her promontory. Inclined slightly forward, her eye focused on the fleck on the table between the crest of her fingers.
The three of them sat for various minutes in silence. Occasionally, Marie would squirm or go down on in a quick breathing spell, but she always regained her composure quickly while Lora just smiled. A thin motion-picture show of sweat broke over her forehead and John watched a single beadwork dribble down her pry, hanging from the tip until it fell, soaking into the fabric of her half-cape.
When the waitress asked what Marie was drinking, Lora ordered `` piddle, no ice, lukewarm if you please. And in a large drinking glass. '' John 's shaft twitched as he remembered history he 'd read about urinate control. What kind of game was Lora playing with him and why was Marie going along with it. They were teasing him. Making him pay for his porn substance abuse ?
The waitress brought the trash and sat it on the table in strawman of Marie. Lora said thank you and the lady walked away quietly. Lora made a small motion with her script and Marie picked up the looking glass. She sipped and Lora nodded. Marie sat the glass back on the table, her oculus returned to the same patch as before.


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'' john, '' Lora said, her articulation as calm as if they were talking about the weather.
John broke himself out of his fog and looked at Lora. `` Yeah ? ``
'' John, your married woman has learned a lot about herself this lowest week. And it 's time you learned about her as well. And about yourself too. '' She turned to Marie. `` Marie, go ask the young ma'am for another glass of piddle. ``
Without a tidings, Marie turned herself and stood up, walking slowly across the room toward where the waitress was sitting. She still took the tiny half-steps, her branch dangling at her sides.
'' She 's going crazy, can you distinguish ? '' Lora asked, looking John in the eyes.
'' Something is going on, '' he said, his voice hoarse, aroused and slightly afraid.
'' That outfit looks warm, does n't it ? ``
privy nodded.
'' There is a layer of burlap underneath it. She is itching like Inferno. It 's horrible. I wore one for an entire week in Iran once. The wool over it keeps in the heat and every slight relocation, even breathing, makes the burlap scabies. ``
John 's eyes widened. He turned to look at his wife, standing stiffly succeeding to the waitresses table.
'' Her titty are spare underneath the cape. The movement of the apparel is open. Her nipples are rubbing against the burlap interior of the little cape. It causes Sir Thomas More rubbing than the dress would. The cape sways more freely. '' Lora watched can 's typeface. He was fascinated and getting turned on. `` You see the way she is walking ? She is hobbled by a four inch Chain between her ankle joint. It is percentage of her obedience training. ``
privy turned to her, his mouth slightly open. `` Obedience training ? ``
'' I told you. She watched the same movies. ``
John turned and looked at his married woman, seeing her in a whole new sparkle now. All these years, if he 'd just had the backbone to bring up the depicted object, they might suffer been playing secret plan all along.
'' There is a six inch rod in her cunt. '' Saint John 's eyes blinked when Lora used the word. What sort of world was he entering ? `` There is an eight inch long one up her ass. We 've been working very hard this last week. '' She watched his face. `` For your benefit, John. Always for your welfare. ``
Marie turned and started walking back toward the table, a tall glass of water in her hands.
'' And, I know this sounds workaday, but she 's rigged with both a remote control ascendance vibrator and a remote control shocking device. '' Lora slid the minor box across the table to John. He was smiling now, his chief swimming, his prick stiffening.
'' In a week ? All of this in a calendar week ? ``
'' Ten daytime, '' Lora smiled. `` And age before that, toilet. '' She turned and looked in Marie 's direction. `` Years. '' She put up her script and Marie froze in berth, eyes fixed on Lora 's hand.
'' watch, '' Lora said.
She cupped her deal and tilted it. Marie raised the ice to her lips and took a boozing of the tepid water supply. John the Evangelist nodded. Lora lifted her index number finger and twirled it. Marie, like a marionette on a string, slowly turned in a R-2, shifting her feet slowly because of the hobble.
When Marie was back in her master copy situation, Lora leaned forward and touched the table with the tips of her fore and middle fingers. She pressed them and her knuckles parted slightly. lav saw Marie 's face go slightly red as she opened her knees. The movement was so slight cypher would feature noticed it if they were n't looking, but to John -- and no question, Marie -- she might as well have just pulled up her dress and spread her leg wide open.
'' Try the red button, second row. ``
John looked at Lora. She nodded toward the RC and repeated, `` second row. Red release. ``
Saint John looked at the gimmick. Nothing was labeled, Lora must have memorized it all. He pressed the button and Lora chuckled. `` Hold it down. '' He did. Lora nodded toward Marie and John turned his head.
His wife was still standing motionless but he saw the water in the glass was moving. Shaking. He looked up and saw she 'd closed her eyes. After another few seconds, he saw her pressing her rim together tighter.
'' What do you think, John ? Is that the vibrator ? Or is it the conducting wire up her ass ? Or the one in her puss. ``
'' Oh, make out ! '' John moaned, his hammer stiff at attention now. He watched his wife tremble, his finger still on the button, eyes getting wide.
'' John. King John, enough, '' Lora said. She reached across the table and pulled the device away from him. They heard a crash as the Methedrine slid out of Marie 's hired man and exploded on the floor.
'' I 'm not going to evidence you, '' Lora said with a jape. `` You can enter it for yourself. '' She put the device back in her bag. `` Or you can ask your wife. ``
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Back in the elbow room, John had Marie strip show naked then took her up the ass for the first time, her on her hands and knees, a leather hood over her head ( Lora insisted ), and clover clamps on her teat. John the Evangelist felt like he was in a moving-picture show and fucked his married woman 's ass for a long, prospicient time. Fantasy after fantasy played out in his head, his favorite movie clips, images of her Down in the hotel lounge just a few minutes ago, the look on Lora 's face as she handed over his vivid, shiny new wife to him.
Marie fucked back just as hard. Lora had brought her to the edge over and over but it was always dildoes or digit or vibrators, she had n't had a pecker inside her for a week before Lora took her away, so it had been over three weeks since her endure shtup. And now can was using her ass, like she 'd seen in the movies and dreamed about over and over. She could n't ask him, he would give birth thought it was sick, twisted, atrocious. It was one thing for him to watch those movie, but if he knew his wife had the same illusion, he would take gone loony. That 's what she had thought. Now she knew safe. All that wasted time. Time they had to make up for. She and Lora had a design but they would tell St. John about it later. Later. After he finished fucking her. She came again and again, sneaking her hand along the bound of the bed to snap up the chain between the nipple clamps and pull them, hard, knockout, until she felt she 'd pull off her own mamilla, then just a bit more. When John came inside her, she collapsed on the bed, giving a sharp yelping as the clamp bit into her nipples one shoemaker's last time.
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'' Are you two ready for a rift ? '' Lora asked.
John turned and looked at her, sitting calmly in an armchair in the corner. He 'd bury she was there, watching, orchestrating it all.
'' Yeah, '' he managed between panting breaths. He slid backwards, sliding his limp prick out of his wife 's ass. He crawled to the head of the bed, propped up on the pillows there. Marie crawled off of the bed and across the room to Lora. Lora removed the hood and gave her a candy kiss on the forehead. Marie got up on her genu, sleeve behind her back. Lora reached for the range of mountains between the clamps and raised it, letting it dangle from her finger. `` I think I 'll leave these on while you finish the job. '' Marie nodded and crawled back to the bed. She climbed on and lowered her head between St. John the Apostle 's peg. She took his dick in her mouth and cleaned him gently while Lora went into the kitchen.
'' John, ice piss or Fosters ? ``
'' Beer. ``
'' She 's been wanting to do that for a long fourth dimension you know, '' Lora said from the kitchen as she opened the refrigerator.
John did n't answer. His wife 's tongue was licking the bottom of his shaft, just at the top of the bollock firing. He did n't make out if the look or the sound was turning him on more, but his cock was responding already.
'' St. John ? '' Lora said as she handed him the big, dark can. `` We noticed something about your movies. ``
'' Uh, huh, '' John nodded.
'' You have some favorite root. ``
John nodded again, less sheepish this sentence. `` I know what I like, yes. ``
'' All of the movies on your Favorites -- yes, we did notice your piffling hidden Page -- all of them are group scenes. Big groups. ``
King John rested his hired man on the top of his wife 's head, directing her rachis toward his cockhead.
'' Yes. ``
Lora was quiet for a second, the sounds of Marie 's glossa filled the room.
'' I know a lot of men who like big girls. '' Lora said. `` A lot. ``
John nodded.
'' All over the world, John. A lot of men would wish their stopcock deep inside your big, circle, luscious tramp of a married woman. ``
John pushed his wife 's head back toward his Ball. She licked eagerly, her mitt sliding down the bed and between her wooden leg.
hearing to them talk about her like that turned her on. Was there any fortune John would go for it ? They could have a wonderful life from now on just living on fantasies about this. What if he really wanted to do it ? She shuddered. Would he let her ? Could she take it ? Man after infinite man climbing on top of her, unknown pecker after strange prick shooting their cum into her cunt. bitch. puss. Cunt. Lora had made her say it over and over all hebdomad while she masturbated. She repeated it in her head until she came, her physical structure shuddering at the word and the touch of her fingers.
'' What do you say, John ? A world enlistment. I can urinate the arrangements. '' Lora got up and went back to the kitchen, poured herself another glass of wine-colored. `` She 'll need more training and I 'll stimulate to get in cutaneous senses with a lot of people. You can treat the legalities, you know about that sort of thing. '' She came back into the way. `` Of grade, there should n't be much Thomas More than passport work. This is n't exactly something you write a contract about. ``
John the Divine shook his point. `` No. No, you do n't. '' He grabbed his wife 's hair in his fist and pulled her question back, looking into her eye. `` You 're into this ? '' She lowered her center. `` Hey ! Plenty of time for that later. '' He bent over, pulled her closer. She looked up and he asked, `` you 've been fantasizing about this ? ``
'' For years, '' she whispered, still looking into his eyes. `` Years. ``
John still felt comic. Taking his wife around the world to service strangers in township he 'd never been to, following Lora to all the chamber and whorehouse she 'd no doubt slept in while she was building up her retirement fund.
John let go of her hair and slid back toward the headboard.
'' All rightfulness, be intimate pig. Get me in your ass. And squat so I do n't get crushed. ``
Marie felt a rush, he 'd never talked to her that was but it made her gush. She squatted over him and reached underneath, impaling herself on his stiff shaft. She sank it all the way in, felt the sharp pain already in her wooden leg. She was n't going to be able to do this for Thomas More than a few seconds.
John watched her face, knew she was struggling, enjoyed it, her inscription to pleasing him, to turning herself over to this fantasy. He reached for the range of mountains and yanked severely, listened to her quick scream as he tore off the mamilla clamps.
Lora watched her admirer try to observe her equipoise while she fucked her married man, watched the smell on his boldness as she struggled. She smiled. He was hooked, she 'd won, her friend was going to get her fantasy.
She took out a small notebook and started writing down dates and cities.

END of CHAPTER 1 ( hebdomad 1-4 )