Marie 's subservient class
Weeks 1-4 - Chicago

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warning and disavowal : This storey outlines the change of location of a middle-aged wife who decided to spent a year exploring her long-repressed subservient incline. Her husband and her in force admirer subject her to the pip sort of depravities during a year-old outside junket. If you do n't care that sort of thing, delight go scan something else and do n't leave feedback here about how horrible and disgusting the storey is. It 's fable and it 's supposed to be.
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St. John looked at his watch. Nearly noon. Lora would be at Hyatt, waiting in the lounge for him. He looked around his desk, everything was in rules of order. The revisions on the outgoing briefs were marked and stacked, his IN box was, for the first fourth dimension in days, clean. He 'd offloaded most of his work load to two of the other house in town and had n't taken on any new workplace since Marie lost her job three calendar week ago. They did n't know what they were going to do, but they 'd always talked about traveling the globe if they had the opportunity. Maybe this was it.
He shook his oral sex. right hand. 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 warm call from another potential customer. It bothered him to be turning down work 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 to the lowest degree get hold of a year off. For a couple in their previous thirties, they 'd done incredibly well. Marie had been one of the originals in a startup software firm that had hit big and been bought. John 's calling in contract law was less flashy but by staying free lance and working with low viewgraph, he 'd rely just under a million buck in the end few class. Plus they 'd bought Google on the way up. They were comfortable.
The alarm on his laptop computer beeped. It was noon. He 'd told Lora he 'd be there at midday. Why was he hesitating ? Were n't Marie and Lora about to offer him the chance to live out his raging teen aged fantasies ? The two of them had been planning `` something big '' since last weekend. Marie moved in with Lora ten days ago and he had n't seen her since.
Something about that thought made his hammer stir. The boot of the unknown quantity. And his married woman in the mitt of their friend Lora. It could intend anything. Maybe Lora had taught his wife some new prank. Maybe -- could it be potential -- a trinity ?
Lora was the decent one to do that.
She 'd taken a completely different 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 last six or seven as a high priced `` accompaniment ''. She 'd been all around the world, spending a dark here, a week there, and once ninety days as the live-in `` mass closer '' for an outside developer named Han. Whenever someone was on the fence about a buy or a sell that Han really wanted, Lora be brought into the impression and, after a few days -- or in one case, two weeks -- the newspaper were signed and Lora took a pct of the profits.
She 'd dally all the purpose. The girlfriend, the ex-wife, the dominatrix, the submissive, Asiatic, French people, English -- whatever the client wanted. And, over the twelvemonth, there was almost no perverted, deviant 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 Thomas More gold into her coffers.
When Marie lost her job three weeks ago, Lora had been quick to suggest Marie get together her. They laughed about it the number one time Lora mentioned it. At two-hundred forty two pound on a five-foot-ten frame, Marie was not somebody who made heads turn. That was n't exactly true, John thought, she *did* turn heads. There was something intensely sensual about her brass -- her eye and sassing and the way her neck flowed into her shoulders, then down into the cleavage of her cancel DD chest of drawers. Her thick, brownness whisker was usually pulled back in a unmarried pony public lecture but when she let it return free around her face, she did more than than turn psyche. John was trusted she 'd made more than a few cocks stand up and take notice.
lavatory smiled. His pecker has stiffened as his imagination flashed on Marie sitting on the bed with Lora running a brushwood through her fuzz. What *was* in shop for him at the Hyatt ?
He got up and took his crownwork off of the repair shed on the rachis of the room access. Twenty-five hundred dollars. Who would have ever expected to spend that sort of money on a suit ? He chuckled out loud. It 's strange how biography turns out sometimes.
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John poured the endure one-half of the Stephen Foster 's into the short glass and held the can in his hired hand, looking at the label without reading it.
'' John ? '' Lora said quietly.
John did n't response.
'' John Lackland, it 's cypher to be embarrassed about. ``
He looked around. The lounge was nearly vacuous, even at lunch time it did n't seem to draw much of a crowd. There was the barkeep, two waitresses in short, grim frock, and only two early people. A twosome, sitting in a booth across the way, both in suits, a deal of papers on the mesa between them. Probably attorney, he thought, then smiled.
'' How long has she known ? ``
'' Does that thing ? ``
'' Maybe. Maybe not. I do n't know. '' He took a potable. `` How long ? ``
'' At least a class. Not much longer. ``
John shook his head, looked down at his glass.
'' Why did n't you ever note it ? ``
He snapped his head up, looked into her eyes, angry. `` Why ? Well, it 's not exactly the kind of thing you can drip in the centre of a conversation, is it ? 'Dear, you know all those nights I said I was downstairs watching rematch of my favorite concerts ? wellspring, I was really surfing crick internet site. That 's not exactly something you bring up over dinner party. ``
'' I thought you two talked about everything. ``
'' We do, but there are limits, 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 let talked to me about it, you know. You two know about my life. ``
John got more wild. `` Talk to you about it ? You 're not my married woman ? You 're insane, you know that ? '' He slammed the glass on the table. `` damn it, Lora, you 're just insane. ``
Lora just stared at him.
'' I 'm sorry, '' he said after a few seconds.
Lora 's face shifted slightly. She reached across the table and put her hand on top of his.
'' Do you see how loose that was ? ``
whoremaster gave her a puzzled look.
'' Your transmutation. You were angry at me, but I held my solid ground and you caved in, you turned apologetic, you turned ... submissive. ``
bathroom felt an uncomfortable whirl in his stomach. That Word of God turned him on but he 'd never applied it to himself. `` What 's your point ? ``
'' masses shift. masses can alter. ``
She reached for her purse on the judiciary beside her, rested it on the table.
'' Have you ever talked to Marie about Submission ? About thrall ? ``
King John looked up and scanned the room quickly. `` Keep your voice down. ``
'' Have you ? ``
whoremaster shook his head. `` No, no, never. ``
Lora opened her pocketbook and took out a small-scale bleak case.
'' So you probably have no estimate how often she came downstairs after you were asleep and watched the Saame pic you 'd watched before you came upstairs and fucked her ? ``
'' bull. ``
'' And she 'd masturbate right there in your chairman, sweating and oozing onto your chairperson. The Saame chair you 'd been jerking off in, getting yourself ready to make out up and bring down her. ? ``
'' Bullshit. ``
'' But, you are n't surely, are you ? I can learn it in your vocalisation. ``
John stopped. He 'd wondered sometimes but never let himself think about it. She always said she was sleeping downstairs in the guest room because it was further from the street and quiet.
'' She loves you, you know. You never judge her, never talked about her weighting or that she wo n't take back or that she wo n't take it up the ass. ``
'' What the fuck ? Do you two talk about everything ? ''
Lora took her cell telephone out of her handbag and punched in a number. `` We do now. '' She kept her eyes on him while she talked, `` you can fare in now. '' Pause. `` Yes, in the lounge. '' intermission. `` Exactly as you are. '' break. `` Or we could repeat Th night. I thought not. We will be here. ``
toilet felt his stomach tighten. What had happened Thursday Night ? And if Marie was nearby, why was n't she there when he arrived ? They 'd sat through drinks and mushroom-shaped cloud roof and talking for over half an hour while Marie had been waiting ... where ?
Lora opened the small sinister case and John looked at the device she slid into her hand. It looked like the outside control condition for a telecasting set, small and black with buttons, knobs, and switches. `` You can play with it later. I need to teach you how to use it, '' she said with a hint of confederacy in her voice.
She looked up and nodded over toilet 's good berm. `` She 's here. Your married woman 's here. ``
John turned and looked behind him. It was his wife but not like he 'd seen her before. She was wearing a full-length clothes of what looked corresponding Gy tweed. The neck was in high spirits and the sleeves came down to her wrists. There was a second layer over it, a waist-length cape of the same framework. His 1st thought, as ridiculous as it was, was 'she must be baking hot'. He noticed she was walking slowly, each step measured in just inch. He looked at her feet and saw she was in closed-toe mule shoes, black leather with one-inch blackguard. Marie 's arms hung at her English and John Lackland noticed she had rings on every finger, all atomic number 47 or petwer, her middle finger on each deal had three or four, knuckle to knuckle.
'' seminal fluid, 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 confused looking and went back to folding napkins.
When Marie reached the board, Lora slid over in the John Wilkes Booth and patted the wooden bench. `` Sit, dear. ``
Marie did n't move. whoremaster looked at her handwriting, noticed her finger's breadth were moving, making diminished skittish, twitchy motions. She was staring at her skid, her typeface frozen.
'' Now, '' Lora said sweetly.
Marie stood beside the bench and lowered herself slowly until her bottom was on the nates. privy saw her mouth tighten and he felt a rush through his genitals as he remembered view like this from a hundred different DandS pic. Marie twisted, bringing her legs underneath the table with a single tour, then set her hands palm down on the mesa in front of her.
Saint John the Apostle looked at his wife 's face. Her tegument, always flawless and smooth, was even more beautiful than he remembered. She was focused, as if she was concentrating intently on something. The constitution around her eye made them stand out even more than than usual, her lashes were done to look long than ever, and her lips were a bright red without being cartoonish.
What stood out the most, though, was the way she held her mind. Inclined slightly forward, her eyes focused on the smirch on the board between the steer of her fingers.
The three of them sat for several arcminute in silence. Occasionally, Marie would worm or imbibe in a quick breathing place, but she always regained her composure quickly while Lora just smiled. A thin cinema of sweat broke over her forehead and toilet watched a one pearl dribble down her nose, 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 `` body of water, no ice, lukewarm if you please. And in a large glass. '' John 's shaft twitched as he remembered tarradiddle he 'd read about piss 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 habit ?
The waitress brought the trash and sat it on the table in straw man of Marie. Lora said thank you and the lady walked away quietly. Lora made a small motion with her hand and Marie picked up the field glass. She sipped and Lora nodded. Marie sat the glass back on the board, her eyes returned to the Sami spot as before.


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'' John, '' Lora said, her interpreter as calm as if they were talking about the weather.
St. John broke himself out of his fog and looked at Lora. `` Yeah ? ``
'' bathroom, your wife has learned a lot about herself this last week. And it 's metre you learned about her as well. And about yourself too. '' She turned to Marie. `` Marie, go ask the young Lady for another glassful of urine. ``
Without a Good Book, Marie turned herself and stood up, walking slowly across the room toward where the waitress was sitting. She still took the bantam half-steps, her arms dangling at her sides.
'' She 's going crazy, can you tell ? '' Lora asked, looking John in the eyes.
'' Something is going on, '' he said, his representative hoarse, aroused and slightly afraid.
'' That outfit looks warmly, does n't it ? ``
John nodded.
'' There is a layer of burlap underneath it. She is itching like hell. It 's horrible. I wore one for an intact week in Iran once. The wool over it keeps in the warmth and every slight move, even breathing, makes the gunny itch. ``
John 's optic widened. He turned to count at his wife, standing stiff adjacent to the waitresses table.
'' Her titmouse are bare underneath the cape. The front of the frock is open. Her mamilla are rubbing against the burlap interior of the slight mantle. It causes more detrition than the dress would. The cape sways more freely. '' Lora watched John 's brass. He was fascinated and getting turned on. `` You see the way she is walking ? She is hobbled by a four column inch chain between her ankles. It is percentage of her obedience grooming. ``
lavatory turned to her, his mouth slightly exposed. `` Obedience education ? ``
'' I told you. She watched the same picture. ``
John turned and looked at his wife, seeing her in a unhurt new light now. All these years, if he 'd just had the guts to bring up the national, they might bear been playing games all along.
'' There is a six inch rod in her pussy. '' Saint John the Apostle 's centre blinked when Lora used the word. What kind of populace 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 benefit. ``
Marie turned and started walking back toward the table, a marvelous glass of water in her hands.
'' And, I know this sounds unremarkable, but she 's rigged with both a remote dominance vibrator and a removed control shocking device. '' Lora slid the small box across the table to bathroom. He was smiling now, his head teacher swimming, his shaft stiffening.
'' In a week ? All of this in a week ? ``
'' Ten days, '' Lora smiled. `` And old age before that, John. '' She turned and looked in Marie 's direction. `` years. '' She put up her bridge player and Marie froze in piazza, oculus fixed on Lora 's hand.
'' scout, '' Lora said.
She cupped her script and tilted it. Marie raised the chalk to her back talk and took a drink of the halfhearted water. John nodded. Lora lifted her index finger and twirled it. Marie, like a marionette on a chain, slowly turned in a circle, shifting her feet slowly because of the hobble.
When Marie was back in her original military position, Lora leaned forward and touched the table with the tips of her fore and middle fingers. She pressed them and her knuckles parted slightly. John saw Marie 's case go slightly red as she opened her knees. The apparent motion was so slight nobody would have noticed it if they were n't looking, but to John -- and no doubt, Marie -- she might as well take in just pulled up her wearing apparel and spread her peg wide open.
'' Try the red button, endorsement row. ``
John looked at Lora. She nodded toward the RC and repeated, `` second row. Red button. ``
John the Evangelist looked at the device. nada was labeled, Lora must have memorized it all. He pressed the button and Lora chuckled. `` guard it down. '' He did. Lora nodded toward Marie and John turned his head.
His wife was still standing motionless but he saw the body of water in the chalk was moving. Shaking. He looked up and saw she 'd closed her center. After another few second base, he saw her pressing her lips together tighter.
'' What do you think, lavatory ? Is that the vibrator ? Or is it the wire up her ass ? Or the one in her twat. ``
'' Oh, nookie ! '' whoremaster moaned, his prick stiff at tending now. He watched his wife tremble, his finger still on the clit, optic getting wide.
'' John. can, enough, '' Lora said. She reached across the table and pulled the device away from him. They heard a clang as the shabu slid out of Marie 's helping hand and exploded on the floor.
'' I 'm not going to tell you, '' Lora said with a jest. `` You can envision it for yourself. '' She put the gimmick back in her purse. `` Or you can ask your married woman. ``
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Back in the room, John had Marie striptease naked then took her up the ass for the first base time, her on her men and human knee, a leather hood over her head ( Lora insisted ), and clover clamp on her nipples. John the Divine felt like he was in a pic and fucked his wife 's ass for a long, long time. fantasy after fancy played out in his head, his favorite motion-picture show magazine, mental image of her down in the hotel lounge just a few second ago, the look on Lora 's case as she handed over his promising, burnished new wife to him.
Marie fucked back just as difficult. Lora had brought her to the edge over and over but it was always dildoes or fingerbreadth or vibrators, she had n't had a cock inside her for a week before Lora took her away, so it had been over three week since her last screwing. And now John was using her ass, like she 'd seen in the picture show and dreamed about over and over. She could n't ask him, he would sustain thought it was pale, twisted, atrocious. It was one thing for him to watch those movies, but if he knew his wife had the same phantasy, he would cause gone loony. That 's what she had thought. Now she knew better. All that wasted time. meter they had to make up for. She and Lora had a plan but they would tell John about it later. Later. After he finished fucking her. She came again and again, sneaking her hand along the edge of the bed to grab the chain between the nipple clinch and rend them, hard, harder, until she felt she 'd pull off her own nipples, then just a bit more. When Saint John the Apostle came inside her, she collapsed on the bed, giving a sharp yelp as the clamp bit into her mammilla one last meter.
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'' Are you two make for a rift ? '' Lora asked.
John turned and looked at her, sitting calmly in an armchair in the niche. He 'd forgotten she was there, watching, orchestrating it all.
'' Yeah, '' he managed between panting breath. He slid backwards, sliding his limp prick out of his wife 's ass. He crawled to the head word 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 kiss on the forehead. Marie got up on her knee joint, arms behind her back. Lora reached for the concatenation between the clamps and raised it, letting it dangle from her finger. `` I think I 'll go forth these on while you finish the job. '' Marie nodded and crawled back to the bed. She climbed on and lowered her head between lav 's legs. She took his scratch in her mouth and cleaned him gently while Lora went into the kitchen.
'' John, ice water or Fosters ? ``
'' Beer. ``
'' She 's been wanting to do that for a foresightful clock time you know, '' Lora said from the kitchen as she opened the refrigerator.
privy did n't answer. His wife 's natural language was licking the seat of his shaft, just at the top of the ball sack. He did n't cognize if the notion or the sound was turning him on more, but his cock was responding already.
'' King John ? '' Lora said as she handed him the big, blue can. `` We noticed something about your movies. ``
'' Uh, huh, '' John nodded.
'' You have some favorite root. ``
John nodded again, LE sheepish this metre. `` I know what I like, yes. ``
'' All of the movies on your front-runner -- yes, we did find your piffling shroud pageboy -- all of them are grouping vista. Big radical. ``
John rested his deal on the top of his wife 's chief, directing her spinal column toward his cockhead.
'' Yes. ``
Lora was repose for a import, the auditory sensation of Marie 's tongue filled the room.
'' I know a lot of men who like big female child. '' Lora said. `` A lot. ``
John Lackland nodded.
'' All over the earthly concern, whoremaster. A lot of men would wish their hammer deep inside your big, round, luscious tramp of a wife. ``
St. John the Apostle pushed his married woman 's head back toward his balls. She licked eagerly, her handwriting sliding down the bed and between her legs.
Listening to them verbalize about her like that turned her on. Was there any prospect John would go for it ? They could get 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 countless man climbing on top of her, strange putz after unusual cock shooting their seed into her bitch. twat. Cunt. cunt. Lora had made her say it over and over all calendar week while she masturbated. She repeated it in her principal until she came, her body shuddering at the word and the touch of her fingers.
'' What do you say, John ? A world tour. I can make the system. '' Lora got up and went back to the kitchen, poured herself another ice of wine-coloured. `` She 'll call for more training and I 'll have to get in touch with a lot of people. You can handle the legalities, you know about that sorting of thing. '' She came back into the room. `` Of course, there should n't be much more than passport work. This is n't exactly something you write a declaration about. ``
toilet shook his head. `` No. No, you do n't. '' He grabbed his wife 's hair in his fist and pulled her headway back, looking into her eyes. `` You 're into this ? '' She lowered her optic. `` 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. `` days. ``
John the Divine still felt funny. Taking his wife around the world to service strangers in town he 'd never been to, following Lora to all the sleeping room and brothels she 'd no doubt slept in while she was building up her retirement fund.
John let go of her tomentum and slid back toward the headboard.
'' All right, screwing pig. Get me in your ass. And squat so I do n't get crushed. ``
Marie felt a haste, he 'd never babble out to her that was but it made her gush. She squatted over him and reached underneath, impaling herself on his firm cock. She sank it all the way in, felt the abrupt pain already in her peg. She was n't going to be capable to do this for more than a few seconds.
John watched her boldness, knew she was struggling, enjoyed it, her dedication to pleasing him, to turning herself over to this fancy. He reached for the chain and yanked laborious, listened to her flying scream as he tore off the nipple clamps.
Lora watched her acquaintance try to keep her counterpoise while she fucked her husband, watched the look on his face as she struggled. She smiled. He was hooked, she 'd won, her ally was going to get her fantasy.
She took out a belittled notebook and started writing down dates and cities.

END of CHAPTER 1 ( weeks 1-4 )