Marie 's Submissive yr
week 1-4 - Chicago

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admonition and disclaimer : This story outlines the travelling of a middle-aged wife who decided to drop a year exploring her long-repressed slavish side. Her husband and her expert Friend subject her to the risky kinds of depravity during a year-old international junket. If you do n't like that kind of thing, delight go record something else and do n't leave feedback here about how frightful and disgusting the floor is. It 's fiction and it 's supposed to be.
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John looked at his watch. Nearly noon. Lora would be at Hyatt, waiting in the sofa for him. He looked around his desk, everything was in parliamentary procedure. The revise on the outgoing brief were marked and stacked, his IN box was, for the first sentence in years, clean. He 'd offloaded to the highest degree of his work load to two of the early firm in town and had n't taken on any new study since Marie lost her job three weeks ago. They did n't know what they were going to do, but they 'd always blab out about traveling the man if they had the opportunity. Maybe this was it.
He shook his question. Right. As if this was `` it ''. Lora did n't recall so.
But then, Lora was insane. Or, to put it politely, she lived 'outside the box'.
His phone rang and he took a quick telephone call from another potential client. It bothered him to be turning down work but they 'd did n't demand the money and he wanted his calendar clear. Just in case.
They 'd done their figuring and they could easily retire on what they had in the bank and investments. Or at least take a class off. For a mates in their previous thirties, they 'd done incredibly well. Marie had been one of the archetype in a startup software firm that had hit big and been bought. John 's career in contract law was less loud but by staying independent and working with low command processing overhead, he 'd banked just under a million dollars in the utmost few years. Plus they 'd bought Google on the way up. They were comfortable.
The alarm on his laptop beeped. It was noon. He 'd severalise Lora he 'd be there at noon. Why was he hesitating ? Were n't Marie and Lora about to offer him the fortune to live out his crazy 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 stopcock ado. The rush of the unknown. And his married woman in the hands of their friend Lora. It could think of anything. Maybe Lora had taught his wife some new tricks. Maybe -- could it be possible -- a III ?
Lora was the proper one to do that.
She 'd taken a completely different road after college. While Marie and John the Evangelist buckled down to their jobs, Lora took to the route. Or the skies more specifically. Two year as a hostess followed by the last six or seven as a high priced `` escort ''. She 'd been all around the world, spending a Night here, a week there, and once ninety days as the live-in `` hatful closer '' for an international developer named Han. Whenever someone was on the fencing about a buy or a sell that Han really wanted, Lora be brought into the mental picture and, after a few day -- or in one caseful, two hebdomad -- the newspaper were signed and Lora took a percentage of the profits.
She 'd played all the part. The girlfriend, the ex, the dominatrix, the submissive, Asiatic, Gallic, English language -- whatever the client wanted. And, over the geezerhood, there was almost no debase, deviant act Lora had n't been asked to execute. She attacked every one of them with relish, reveling in the use of her eubstance for any use that brought more gold into her coffers.
When Marie lost her job three weeks ago, Lora had been flying to suggest Marie unite her. They laughed about it the first sentence Lora mentioned it. At two-hundred forty two pounds on a five-foot-ten frame, Marie was not someone who made header become. That was n't exactly true, John Lackland opinion, she *did* turn head. There was something intensely sensual about her face -- her center and lips and the way her neck flowed into her shoulder, then down into the segmentation of her cancel DD chest of drawers. Her thick, brown pilus was usually pulled back in a 1 pony talk but when she let it come destitute around her expression, she did more than turn head word. John was sure she 'd made more than a few cocks stand up and take notice.
John smiled. His putz has stiffened as his imaging 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 repair shed on the back of the door. 25 hundred dollars. Who would have ever expected to spend that kind of money on a courtship ? He chuckled out loud. It 's strange how life turns out sometimes.
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John poured the live on half of the Foster 's into the short trash and held the can in his hand, looking at the label without reading it.
'' John ? '' Lora said quietly.
John did n't response.
'' John, it 's nothing to be embarrassed about. ``
He looked around. The lounge was nearly empty, even at lunch prison term it did n't appear to draw much of a crowd. There was the barkeeper, two waitresses in short, disgraceful frock, and only two early citizenry. A twain, sitting in a booth across the way, both in suits, a stack of papers on the mesa between them. Probably lawyers, he thought, then smiled.
'' How long has she known ? ``
'' Does that matter ? ``
'' Maybe. Maybe not. I do n't jazz. '' He took a deglutition. `` How long ? ``
'' At least a year. Not lots yearner. ``
John the Divine shook his head, looked down at his glass.
'' Why did n't you ever mention it ? ``
He snapped his pass up, looked into her eyes, tempestuous. `` Why ? Well, it 's not exactly the sort of thing you can dribble 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 ? Well, I was really surfing kink websites. That 's not exactly something you bring up over dinner. ``
'' I thought you two talked about everything. ``
'' We do, but there are limit, 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 hold talked to me about it, you know. You two know about my life. ``
whoremonger got more tempestuous. `` Talk to you about it ? You 're not my married woman ? You 're harebrained, you know that ? '' He slammed the glass on the tabular array. `` tinker's damn it, Lora, you 're just insane. ``
Lora just stared at him.
'' I 'm no-count, '' he said after a few seconds.
Lora 's face shifted slightly. She reached across the table and put her mitt on top of his.
'' Do you see how well-fixed that was ? ``
Gospel According to John gave her a stick look.
'' Your shift. You were furious at me, but I held my reason and you caved in, you turned apologetic, you turned ... submissive. ``
John felt an uncomfortable twist in his stomach. That word turned him on but he 'd never applied it to himself. `` What 's your gunpoint ? ``
'' People shift. mass can change. ``
She reached for her purse on the work bench beside her, rested it on the table.
'' Have you ever talked to Marie about Submission ? About Bondage ? ``
John looked up and scanned the room quickly. `` Keep your voice down. ``
'' Have you ? ``
King John shook his head. `` No, no, never. ``
Lora opened her purse and took out a low black case.
'' So you probably have no idea how often she came downstairs after you were asleep and watched the same pic you 'd watched before you came upstairs and fucked her ? ``
'' crap. ``
'' And she 'd jack off right there in your electric chair, sweating and oozing onto your chair. The same professorship you 'd been jerking off in, getting yourself ready to come up and inspect her. ? ``
'' Bullshit. ``
'' But, you are n't sure, are you ? I can hear it in your part. ``
John stopped. He 'd wondered sometimes but never let himself recollect 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 system of weights or that she wo n't swallow up or that she wo n't get it up the ass. ``
'' What the fuck ? Do you two talk about everything ? ''
Lora took her jail cell phone out of her bag and punched in a number. `` We do now. '' She kept her heart on him while she talked, `` you can follow in now. '' pause. `` Yes, in the lounge. '' suspension. `` Exactly as you are. '' suspension. `` Or we could repeat Thursday dark. I thought not. We will be here. ``
Gospel According to John felt his belly tighten. What had happened Thursday night ? And if Marie was nearby, why was n't she there when he arrived ? They 'd sat through deglutition and mushroom cloud ceiling and talking for over half an 60 minutes while Marie had been waiting ... where ?
Lora opened the small black shell and John looked at the twist she slid into her hand. It looked like the removed control for a television set, lowly and black with release, knob, and replacement. `` You can wreak with it later. I need to teach you how to use it, '' she said with a mite of conspiracy in her voice.
She looked up and nodded over John 's right shoulder. `` She 's here. Your wife 's here. ``
John the Evangelist turned and looked behind him. It was his wife but not like he 'd seen her before. She was wearing a uncut clothes of what looked alike gray flannel. The neck opening was high gear and the sleeves came down to her wrist. There was a second stratum over it, a waist-length mantle of the same fabric. His get-go thought, as ridiculous as it was, was 'she must be baking hot'. He noticed she was walking slowly, each footfall measured in just in. He looked at her feet and saw she was in closed-toe mule shoes, black leather with one-inch hound. Marie 's blazon hung at her sides and St. John the Apostle noticed she had band on every finger, all silver or petwer, her midsection finger on each hand had three or four, knuckle joint to knuckle.
'' ejaculate, 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 look and went back to folding napkins.
When Marie reached the table, Lora slid over in the kiosk and patted the wooden bench. `` Sit, lamb. ``
Marie did n't make a motion. John looked at her manus, noticed her digit were moving, making lowly anxious, twitchy motions. She was staring at her shoes, her brass frozen.
'' Now, '' Lora said sweetly.
Marie stood beside the bench and lowered herself slowly until her bottom was on the seat. john saw her mouth tighten and he felt a surge through his genitals as he remembered vista like this from a hundred different DandS movies. Marie twisted, bringing her branch underneath the tabular array with a single turn, then set her handwriting palm down on the board in front of her.
St. John looked at his wife 's face. Her hide, always flawless and smooth, was even more beautiful than he remembered. She was focused, as if she was concentrating intently on something. The make-up around her eyes made them stand out even Thomas More than common, her thong were done to count foresightful than ever, and her backtalk were a vivid red without being cartoonish.
What stood out the most, though, was the way she held her brain. Inclined slightly forward, her eyes focused on the patch on the table between the tips of her fingers.
The three of them sat for several minutes in muteness. Occasionally, Marie would squirm or go down on in a quick intimation, but she always regained her calm quickly while Lora just smiled. A thin moving-picture show of elbow grease broke over her forehead and John watched a individual bead drip 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 `` water system, no ice, lukewarm if you please. And in a large meth. '' can 's peter twitched as he remembered stories he 'd read about piss control. What kind of secret plan was Lora playing with him and why was Marie going along with it. They were teasing him. Making him pay for his porno habit ?
The waitress brought the chalk and sat it on the table in front of Marie. Lora said thank you and the lady walked away quietly. Lora made a small motion with her handwriting and Marie picked up the methamphetamine. She sipped and Lora nodded. Marie sat the glass back on the table, her eyes returned to the same spot as before.


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'' privy, '' Lora said, her voice as calm as if they were talking about the weather.
John the Evangelist broke himself out of his fog and looked at Lora. `` Yeah ? ``
'' Saint John the Apostle, your wife has learned a lot about herself this last workweek. And it 's time you learned about her as well. And about yourself too. '' She turned to Marie. `` Marie, go ask the young madam for another looking glass of water system. ``
Without a word, Marie turned herself and stood up, walking slowly across the room toward where the waitress was sitting. She still took the petite half-steps, her arms dangling at her sides.
'' She 's going nutcase, can you tell ? '' Lora asked, looking John the Divine in the eyes.
'' Something is going on, '' he said, his voice hoarse, aroused and slightly afraid.
'' That outfit looks warm, does n't it ? ``
John nodded.
'' There is a bed of burlap underneath it. She is itching like hell. It 's horrible. I wore one for an full week in Iran once. The wool over it keeps in the estrus and every slim move, even breathing, makes the burlap itch. ``
John 's eyes widened. He turned to look at his wife, standing stiff next to the waitresses table.
'' Her tits are bare underneath the mantle. The presence of the dress is unresolved. Her nipples are rubbing against the burlap interior of the little ness. It causes more than rubbing than the garb would. The cape sways more freely. '' Lora watched St. John the Apostle 's face. He was fascinated and getting turned on. `` You see the way she is walking ? She is hobbled by a four inch chemical chain between her ankles. It is constituent of her obedience training. ``
John turned to her, his backtalk slightly subject. `` Obedience education ? ``
'' I told you. She watched the Saame picture. ``
Saint John turned and looked at his wife, seeing her in a whole new light now. All these years, if he 'd just had the moxie to lend up the content, they might experience been playing games all along.
'' There is a six inch rod in her puss. '' St. John the Apostle 's optic blinked when Lora used the Son. What kind of world was he entering ? `` There is an eight inch long one up her ass. We 've been working very hard this endure week. '' She watched his face. `` For your benefit, privy. Always for your benefit. ``
Marie turned and started walking back toward the table, a tall glass of water in her hands.
'' And, I know this sounds mundane, but she 's rigged with both a remote ascendency vibrator and a remote control shocking twist. '' Lora slid the small box across the table to John. He was smiling now, his oral sex swim, his cock stiffening.
'' In a week ? All of this in a week ? ``
'' Ten daytime, '' Lora smiled. `` And years before that, John the Evangelist. '' She turned and looked in Marie 's counsel. `` Years. '' She put up her hand and Marie froze in place, eyes fixed on Lora 's hand.
'' Watch, '' Lora said.
She cupped her hand and tilted it. Marie raised the glass to her lips and took a drink of the tepid water. Saint John the Apostle nodded. Lora lifted her index finger and twirled it. Marie, like a puppet on a string, slowly turned in a rotary, shifting her feet slowly because of the hobble.
When Marie was back in her original emplacement, Lora leaned forward and touched the table with the tips of her fore and midway fingerbreadth. She pressed them and her knuckles parted slightly. John saw Marie 's brass go slightly red as she opened her knees. The movement was so slight nobody would bear noticed it if they were n't looking, but to John -- and no uncertainty, Marie -- she might as well have just pulled up her apparel and spread her ramification all-embracing open.
'' Try the red release, second row. ``
John the Divine looked at Lora. She nodded toward the RC and repeated, `` second row. Red button. ``
John looked at the device. nothing was labeled, Lora must give birth memorized it all. He pressed the button and Lora chuckled. `` Hold it down. '' He did. Lora nodded toward Marie and trick turned his head.
His wife was still standing motionless but he saw the pee in the chalk was moving. Shaking. He looked up and saw she 'd closed her eye. After another few seconds, he saw her pressing her lips together tighter.
'' What do you think, John ? Is that the vibrator ? Or is it the wire up her ass ? Or the one in her pussy. ``
'' Oh, fuck ! '' Saint John moaned, his cock stiff at attention now. He watched his wife shiver, his finger's breadth still on the push, optic getting wide.
'' John. John, enough, '' Lora said. She reached across the table and pulled the gimmick away from him. They heard a clang as the looking glass slid out of Marie 's hand and exploded on the floor.
'' I 'm not going to tell you, '' Lora said with a laugh. `` You can see it for yourself. '' She put the device back in her purse. `` Or you can ask your wife. ``
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binding in the way, John had Marie strip naked then took her up the ass for the first time, her on her hands and knee, a leather toughie over her head ( Lora insisted ), and clover clamps on her nipples. John felt like he was in a film and fucked his married woman 's ass for a yearn, long time. Fantasy after fantasy played out in his head, his favorite pic clips, picture of her Down in the hotel lounge just a few second ago, the look on Lora 's face as she handed over his bright, glazed new married woman to him.
Marie fucked back just as hard. Lora had brought her to the edge over and over but it was always dildoes or fingers 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 workweek since her last fuck. And now John 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, twist, ugly. It was one affair for him to watch over those movies, but if he knew his wife had the same fantasies, he would accept gone crazy. That 's what she had thought. Now she knew wagerer. All that wasted time. Time they had to ready up for. She and Lora had a architectural plan but they would tell bathroom about it later. Later. After he finished fucking her. She came again and again, sneaking her hand along the sharpness of the bed to grab the mountain range between the tit clamp and tear them, hard, harder, until she felt she 'd displume off her own nipples, then just a bit more. When John came inside her, she collapsed on the bed, giving a sharp yelp as the clinch bit into her nipple one last time.
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'' Are you two set up for a jailbreak ? '' Lora asked.
trick turned and looked at her, sitting calmly in an armchair in the recession. He 'd block she was there, watching, orchestrating it all.
'' Yeah, '' he managed between panting breaths. He slid backwards, sliding his hobble prick out of his wife 's ass. He crawled to the top dog of the bed, propped up on the pillows there. Marie crawled off of the bed and across the room to Lora. Lora removed the cap and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Marie got up on her human knee, weapons system behind her book binding. Lora reached for the chain of mountains between the clinch 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 John 's legs. She took his prick in her mouth and cleaned him gently while Lora went into the kitchen.
'' Saint John the Apostle, ice pee or Stephen Collins Foster ? ``
'' Beer. ``
'' She 's been wanting to do that for a recollective time you know, '' Lora said from the kitchen as she opened the refrigerator.
lavatory did n't answer. His wife 's tongue was licking the posterior of his shaft, just at the top of the chunk dismission. He did n't know if the feeling or the sound was turning him on more, but his rooster was responding already.
'' John ? '' Lora said as she handed him the big, blue can. `` We noticed something about your moving picture. ``
'' Uh, huh, '' john nodded.
'' You have some front-runner themes. ``
Saint John the Apostle nodded again, less sheepish this sentence. `` I know what I like, yes. ``
'' All of the flick on your Favorites -- yes, we did find your little hidden page -- all of them are group scenes. Big groups. ``
John rested his hand on the top of his wife 's point, directing her spinal column toward his cockhead.
'' Yes. ``
Lora was tranquillise for a moment, the auditory sensation of Marie 's tongue filled the room.
'' I know a lot of men who like big miss. '' Lora said. `` A lot. ``
John the Divine nodded.
'' All over the human race, bathroom. A lot of men would wish their cocks deep inside your big, turn, luscious hobo of a married woman. ``
John the Evangelist pushed his wife 's capitulum back toward his balls. She licked eagerly, her hand sliding down the bed and between her legs.
Listening to them talk about her like that turned her on. Was there any chance St. John would go for it ? They could take a wonderful spirit from now on just living on fantasy about this. What if he really wanted to do it ? She shuddered. Would he let her ? Could she take it ? Man after multitudinous man climbing on top of her, foreign turncock after strange cock shooting their seed into her cunt. Cunt. puss. snatch. Lora had made her say it over and over all week while she masturbated. She repeated it in her head until she came, her body shuddering at the parole and the touch of her fingers.
'' What do you say, John ? A humans tour. I can make the arrangements. '' Lora got up and went back to the kitchen, poured herself another glass of wine. `` She 'll need more than training and I 'll have to get in pinch with a lot of people. You can handle the legalities, you know about that kind of matter. '' She came back into the elbow room. `` Of course of action, there should n't be much to a greater extent than passport work. This is n't exactly something you write a contract about. ``
John shook his head. `` No. No, you do n't. '' He grabbed his wife 's hair in his fist and pulled her nous back, looking into her middle. `` You 're into this ? '' She lowered her eyes. `` Hey ! Plenty of metre for that later. '' He bent over, pulled her finisher. She looked up and he asked, `` you 've been fantasizing about this ? ``
'' For geezerhood, '' she whispered, still looking into his eye. `` geezerhood. ``
John still felt risible. Taking his married woman around the world to service strangers in towns he 'd never been to, following Lora to all the sleeping accommodation and bagnio she 'd no doubtfulness slept in while she was building up her retirement fund.
John let go of her tomentum and slid back toward the headboard.
'' All right, bed pig. Get me in your ass. And squat so I do n't get crushed. ``
Marie felt a rush, he 'd never blab to her that was but it made her gush. She squatted over him and reached underneath, impaling herself on his stiff hammer. She sank it all the way in, felt the sharp pain already in her legs. She was n't going to be able to do this for more than a few seconds.
John Lackland watched her aspect, knew she was struggling, enjoyed it, her dedication to pleasing him, to turning herself over to this fantasy. He reached for the chain and yank toilsome, listened to her quick screaming as he tore off the tit clamps.
Lora watched her friend try to keep her balance while she fucked her husband, watched the tone on his cheek 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 ( weeks 1-4 )