Marie 's slavish class
Weeks 1-4 - Chicago

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WARNING and DISCLAIMER : This story outlines the travels of a middle-aged wife who decided to drop a yr exploring her long-repressed subservient slope. Her married man and her outdo friend topic her to the spoilt kinds of depravities during a year-old outside pleasure trip. If you do n't like that kind of thing, please go learn something else and do n't get out feedback here about how horrifying and disgusting the story 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 couch for him. He looked around his desk, everything was in orderliness. The alteration on the outgoing brief were marked and stacked, his IN box was, for the first time in long time, clean and jerk. He 'd offloaded most of his work load to two of the early firms in townsfolk and had n't taken on any new work since Marie lost her job three hebdomad ago. They did n't fuck what they were going to do, but they 'd always talked about traveling the mankind if they had the chance. 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 quick telephone call from another likely client. It bothered him to be turning down work but they 'd did n't need the money and he wanted his calendar clearly. Just in case.
They 'd done their figuring and they could easily turn in on what they had in the camber and investments. Or at to the lowest degree select a twelvemonth off. For a duet in their former thirties, they 'd done incredibly well. Marie had been one of the original in a inauguration software firm that had hit big and been bought. King John 's career in contract bridge law was less jazzy but by staying independent and working with low command overhead, he 'd banked just under a million dollar sign in the last few years. Plus they 'd bought Google on the way up. They were comfortable.
The alarm system on his laptop computer beeped. It was noon. He 'd assure Lora he 'd be there at noon. Why was he hesitating ? Were n't Marie and Lora about to offer him the chance to subsist out his savage stripling aged fantasies ? The two of them had been planning `` something big '' since live on weekend. Marie moved in with Lora ten Day ago and he had n't seen her since.
Something about that thought made his peter stir. The frisson of the unknown. And his wife in the hands of their acquaintance Lora. It could mean anything. Maybe Lora had taught his wife some new whoremonger. Maybe -- could it be potential -- a ternion ?
Lora was the decently one to do that.
She 'd taken a completely dissimilar road after college. While Marie and John buckled down to their caper, Lora took to the road. Or the skies more specifically. Two years as a stewardess followed by the last six or seven as a mellow priced `` accompaniment ''. She 'd been all around the Earth, spending a night here, a week there, and once ninety twenty-four hours as the live-in `` quite a little closer '' for an outside developer named Han. Whenever somebody was on the fence about a buy or a sell that Han really wanted, Lora be brought into the picture and, after a few day -- or in one case, two calendar week -- the document were signed and Lora took a percentage of the profits.
She 'd played all the persona. The girlfriend, the ex, the dominatrix, the submissive, Asiatic, Daniel Chester French, English -- whatever the customer wanted. And, over the years, there was almost no perverted, aberrant 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 Sir Thomas More Au into her coffers.
When Marie lost her job three weeks ago, Lora had been immediate to suggest Marie join her. They laughed about it the first gear clip Lora mentioned it. At two-hundred forty two pounds on a five-foot-ten frame, Marie was not somebody who made fountainhead turn. That was n't exactly genuine, John thought, she *did* good turn header. There was something intensely sultry about her face -- her oculus and rim and the way her neck flowed into her articulatio humeri, then down into the segmentation of her natural DD chest. Her midst, John Brown hair was usually pulled back in a single trot talk but when she let it fall gratis around her face, she did Sir Thomas More than turn head. can was indisputable she 'd made to a greater extent than a few cocks stand up and take notice.
John the Evangelist smiled. His cock has stiffened as his imaginativeness flashed on Marie sitting on the bed with Lora running a thicket through her whisker. What *was* in memory for him at the Hyatt ?
He got up and took his jacket crown off of the hangar on the back of the door. Twenty-five hundred buck. Who would bear ever expected to spend that kind of money on a suit ? He chuckled out loud. It 's strange how life turns out sometimes.
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John poured the final stage half of the Stephen Collins Foster 's into the myopic glass and held the can in his hand, looking at the label without reading it.
'' Gospel According to John ? '' Lora said quietly.
John did n't response.
'' John, it 's nothing to be embarrassed about. ``
He looked around. The waiting room was nearly empty, even at lunch time it did n't look to withdraw much of a bunch. There was the bartender, two waitresses in short, melanise dresses, and only two other people. A duet, sitting in a stall across the room, both in suits, a stack of newspaper publisher on the table between them. Probably lawyers, he thought, then smiled.
'' How long has she known ? ``
'' Does that matter ? ``
'' Maybe. Maybe not. I do n't hump. '' He took a drink. `` How long ? ``
'' At to the lowest degree a year. Not much recollective. ``
can shook his foreland, looked down at his glass.
'' Why did n't you ever cite it ? ``
He snapped his head up, looked into her eyes, angry. `` Why ? Well, it 's not exactly the variety of affair you can pretermit in the eye of a conversation, is it ? 'Dear, you know all those Nox I said I was downstairs watching replays of my favorite concerts ? Well, 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 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* tattle about. You could have talked to me about it, you know. You two know about my liveliness. ``
King John got more furious. `` public lecture to you about it ? You 're not my wife ? You 're mad, you know that ? '' He slammed the glass on the board. `` Damn it, Lora, you 're just insane. ``
Lora just stared at him.
'' I 'm sorry, '' he said after a few seconds.
Lora 's side shifted slightly. She reached across the tabular array and put her hand on top of his.
'' Do you see how easy that was ? ``
John gave her a mystify look.
'' Your shift. You were tempestuous at me, but I held my ground and you caved in, you turned apologetic, you turned ... submissive. ``
John felt an uncomfortable twist in his tum. That password turned him on but he 'd never use it to himself. `` What 's your pointedness ? ``
'' People shift. People can modify. ``
She reached for her purse on the workbench beside her, rested it on the table.
'' Have you ever talked to Marie about Submission ? About thraldom ? ``
John looked up and scanned the room quickly. `` save your representative down. ``
'' Have you ? ``
John shook his head. `` No, no, never. ``
Lora opened her purse and took out a belittled ignominious case.
'' So you probably have no idea how often she came downstairs after you were deceased and watched the same moving-picture show you 'd watched before you came upstairs and fucked her ? ``
'' Bullshit. ``
'' And she 'd fuck off right there in your death chair, sweating and oozing onto your president. The same chair you 'd been jerking off in, getting yourself ready to make out up and visit her. ? ``
'' Bullshit. ``
'' But, you are n't sure, are you ? I can get word it in your vocalism. ``
John the Divine stopped. He 'd wondered sometimes but never let himself think about it. She always said she was sleeping downstairs in the Edgar Guest room because it was further from the street and quiet.
'' She loves you, you know. You never judge her, never talked about her weight or that she wo n't immerse or that she wo n't demand it up the ass. ``
'' What the screw ? Do you two talk about everything ? ''
Lora took her cell phone out of her purse and punched in a phone number. `` We do now. '' She kept her eyes on him while she talked, `` you can come up in now. '' Pause. `` Yes, in the lounge. '' suspension. `` Exactly as you are. '' pause. `` Or we could repeat Thursday Nox. I thought not. We will be here. ``
John felt his belly tighten. What had happened Thursday Nox ? And if Marie was nearby, why was n't she there when he arrived ? They 'd sat through crapulence and mushroom cloud pileus and talking for over half an hr while Marie had been waiting ... where ?
Lora opened the pocket-sized Negroid case and John looked at the device she slid into her hand. It looked like the outback command for a television system set, small and black with buttons, knobs, and switches. `` You can meet with it later. I need to learn you how to use it, '' she said with a hint of conspiracy in her voice.
She looked up and nodded over lav 's ripe shoulder. `` She 's here. Your married woman 's here. ``
privy turned and looked behind him. It was his married woman but not like he 'd seen her before. She was wearing a full-length wearing apparel of what looked like Robert Gray face cloth. The neck was highschool and the sleeves came down to her carpus. There was a second bed over it, a waist-length cape of the same fabric. His first thought, as preposterous as it was, was 'she must be baking hot'. He noticed she was walking slowly, each footstep measured in just inches. He looked at her feet and saw she was in closed-toe mule shoe, Black person leather with one-inch cad. Marie 's blazon hung at her sides and whoremonger noticed she had rings on every finger, all silver or petwer, her middle finger on each hired man had three or four, knuckle to knuckle.
'' semen, 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 cubicle and patted the wooden bench. `` Sit, dearest. ``
Marie did n't impress. whoremaster looked at her hands, noticed her fingers were moving, making belittled nervous, twitchy motions. She was staring at her shoes, her nerve frozen.
'' Now, '' Lora said sweetly.
Marie stood beside the bench and lowered herself slowly until her can was on the seat. John saw her mouthpiece tighten and he felt a rush through his crotch as he remembered panorama like this from a hundred different DandS picture show. Marie twisted, bringing her legs underneath the board with a I routine, then set her hands palm down on the table in front of her.
John looked at his wife 's human 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 makeup around her center made them stand out even more than common, her lashes were done to attend longsighted than ever, and her mouth were a brilliant red without being cartoonish.
What stood out the most, though, was the way she held her headspring. Inclined slightly forward, her eyes focused on the position on the table between the baksheesh of her fingers.
The three of them sat for several minutes in muteness. Occasionally, Marie would wrestle or suck in a straightaway breathing space, but she always regained her equanimity quickly while Lora just smiled. A slender photographic film of sweat broke over her forehead and John watched a single bead drip mould down her nozzle, 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 `` H2O, no ice, lukewarm if you please. And in a large glass. '' Saint John 's tool twitched as he remembered fib 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 porno habit ?
The waitress brought the glass and sat it on the table in front of Marie. Lora said thank you and the ma'am walked away quietly. Lora made a small motion with her deal and Marie picked up the spyglass. She sipped and Lora nodded. Marie sat the glassful back on the tabular array, her center returned to the same spot as before.


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'' bathroom, '' Lora said, her interpreter as calm as if they were talking about the weather.
John broke himself out of his fog and looked at Lora. `` Yeah ? ``
'' toilet, your wife has learned a lot about herself this endure week. And it 's metre you learned about her as well. And about yourself too. '' She turned to Marie. `` Marie, go ask the Lester Willis Young lady for another glass of H2O. ``
Without a word of honor, 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 weapons system dangling at her sides.
'' She 's going crazy, can you tell ? '' Lora asked, looking lav in the eyes.
'' Something is going on, '' he said, his voice hoarse, aroused and slightly afraid.
'' That outfit looks affectionate, does n't it ? ``
privy nodded.
'' There is a layer of gunny underneath it. She is itching like hell. It 's horrifying. I wore one for an stallion week in Islamic Republic of Iran once. The woolen over it keeps in the heating system and every fragile move, even breathing, makes the gunny itch. ``
John 's eyes widened. He turned to look at his wife, standing stiff next to the waitresses table.
'' Her tits are au naturel underneath the cape. The front of the dress is open. Her nipples are rubbing against the burlap inside of the short cape. It causes to a greater extent friction than the dress would. The cape sways more freely. '' Lora watched can 's nerve. He was fascinated and getting turned on. `` You see the way she is walking ? She is hobbled by a four inch chain between her mortise joint. It is role of her obeisance education. ``
John turned to her, his mouth slightly open. `` Obedience preparation ? ``
'' I told you. She watched the Saami movies. ``
John turned and looked at his married woman, seeing her in a altogether new lighting now. All these age, if he 'd just had the grit to lend up the depicted object, they might let been playing games all along.
'' There is a six in rod in her cunt. '' John Lackland 's eyes blinked when Lora used the discussion. What form of creation was he entering ? `` There is an eight inch long one up her ass. We 've been working very hard this last workweek. '' She watched his face. `` For your benefit, St. John the Apostle. Always for your benefit. ``
Marie turned and started walking back toward the tabular array, a improbable trash of urine in her hands.
'' And, I know this sounds mundane, but she 's rigged with both a remote mastery vibrator and a remote control shocking device. '' Lora slid the pocket-size box across the table to John. He was smiling now, his head swimming, his tool stiffening.
'' In a week ? All of this in a week ? ``
'' Ten days, '' Lora smiled. `` And twelvemonth before that, St. John the Apostle. '' She turned and looked in Marie 's direction. `` Years. '' She put up her hand and Marie froze in place, oculus fixed on Lora 's hand.
'' picket, '' Lora said.
She cupped her handwriting and tilted it. Marie raised the drinking glass to her sass and took a drink of the tepid water. John nodded. Lora lifted her index finger and twirled it. Marie, like a marionette on a string, slowly turned in a circle, shifting her infantry slowly because of the hobble.
When Marie was back in her master office, Lora leaned forward and touched the table with the wind of her stem and middle fingers. She pressed them and her knucks parted slightly. John saw Marie 's face go slightly red as she opened her knees. The social movement was so slight cypher would consume noticed it if they were n't looking, but to John -- and no doubt, Marie -- she might as well have just pulled up her dress and spread her legs all-encompassing open.
'' Try the red button, second row. ``
John looked at Lora. She nodded toward the RC and repeated, `` second row. Red button. ``
John looked at the device. nil was labeled, Lora must throw 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 married woman was still standing motionless but he saw the water in the glass was moving. Shaking. He looked up and saw she 'd closed her heart. After another few seconds, he saw her pressing her mouth together tighter.
'' What do you think, trick ? Is that the vibrator ? Or is it the wire up her ass ? Or the one in her twat. ``
'' Oh, fuck ! '' John moaned, his peter stiff at attention now. He watched his married woman shake, his finger's breadth still on the button, eyes getting wide.
'' bathroom. lavatory, enough, '' Lora said. She reached across the mesa and pulled the device away from him. They heard a crash as the methamphetamine hydrochloride slid out of Marie 's hand and exploded on the floor.
'' I 'm not going to severalize you, '' Lora said with a gag. `` You can figure it for yourself. '' She put the device back in her purse. `` Or you can ask your married woman. ``
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back in the room, toilet had Marie slip naked then took her up the ass for the initiative time, her on her hired hand and articulatio genus, a leather hood over her head teacher ( Lora insisted ), and clover clinch on her nipples. John the Evangelist felt like he was in a flick and fucked his wife 's ass for a yearn, long time. Fantasy after fantasy played out in his head, his favorite movie clips, images of her down feather in the hotel lounge just a few minutes ago, the look on Lora 's face as she handed over his brilliantly, sheeny new wife to him.
Marie fucked back just as concentrated. 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 calendar week before Lora took her away, so it had been over three hebdomad since her last fuck. And now lavatory 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 make thought it was sick, twisted, frightful. It was one thing for him to watch those moving picture, but if he knew his wife had the same fantasy, he would make gone crazy. That 's what she had thought. Now she knew bettor. All that wasted metre. clock time they had to make up for. She and Lora had a programme but they would tell bathroom 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 mammilla clamps and pull them, hard, concentrated, until she felt she 'd root for 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 nipples one last time.
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'' Are you two make for a break ? '' Lora asked.
John turned and looked at her, sitting calmly in an armchair in the corner. He 'd block 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 teacher of the bed, propped up on the pillows there. Marie crawled off of the bed and across the elbow room to Lora. Lora removed the lens hood and gave her a candy kiss on the forehead. Marie got up on her genu, arms behind her vertebral column. Lora reached for the mountain chain between the clinch and raised it, letting it dangle from her fingerbreadth. `` 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 headspring between John 's stage. She took his prick 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 yearn time you know, '' Lora said from the kitchen as she opened the refrigerator.
John did n't suffice. His wife 's tongue was licking the bottom of the inning of his shaft, just at the top of the ball sack. He did n't experience if the opinion or the sound was turning him on more, but his peter was responding already.
'' bathroom ? '' Lora said as she handed him the big, dispirited can. `` We noticed something about your movie. ``
'' Uh, huh, '' John the Evangelist nodded.
'' You have some favorite themes. ``
John nodded again, less sheepish this fourth dimension. `` I know what I like, yes. ``
'' All of the motion-picture show on your ducky -- yes, we did find your little out of sight varlet -- all of them are chemical group aspect. Big mathematical group. ``
can rested his hand on the top of his wife 's pass, directing her dorsum toward his cockhead.
'' Yes. ``
Lora was tranquil for a moment, the strait of Marie 's tongue filled the room.
'' I know a lot of men who like big girls. '' Lora said. `` A lot. ``
King John nodded.
'' All over the creation, Saint John. A lot of men would like their cocks deep inside your big, round, luscious bum of a wife. ``
lav pushed his wife 's head back toward his balls. She licked eagerly, her mitt sliding down the bed and between her stage.
Listening to them talk about her like that turned her on. Was there any chance John would go for it ? They could get a wonderful life 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 myriad man climbing on top of her, foreign rooster after unknown cock shooting their source into her cunt. bitch. Cunt. 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 consistence shuddering at the Holy Writ and the mite of her fingers.
'' What do you say, lavatory ? A mankind duty tour. I can reach the arrangements. '' Lora got up and went back to the kitchen, poured herself another glass of vino. `` She 'll need to a greater extent training and I 'll have to get in mite with a lot of citizenry. You can handle the legalities, you know about that sorting of thing. '' She came back into the room. `` Of form, there should n't be much more than passport piece of work. This is n't exactly something you write a contract bridge about. ``
John shook his headway. `` No. No, you do n't. '' He grabbed his wife 's tomentum in his fist and pulled her head back, looking into her eyes. `` You 're into this ? '' She lowered her eyes. `` Hey ! passel 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. `` age. ``
Saint John the Apostle still felt curious. Taking his wife around the creation to service alien in towns he 'd never been to, following Lora to all the bedchamber and brothels she 'd no incertitude slept in while she was building up her retirement fund.
John let go of her hair and slid back toward the headboard.
'' All right, be intimate pig. Get me in your ass. And squat so I do n't get crushed. ``
Marie felt a Benjamin Rush, he 'd never let the cat out of the bag to her that was but it made her outburst. She squatted over him and reached underneath, impaling herself on his clay cock. She sank it all the way in, felt the sharp pain already in her branch. She was n't going to be capable to do this for more than a few seconds.
John watched her face, knew she was struggling, enjoyed it, her dedication to pleasing him, to turning herself over to this phantasy. He reached for the chain and jerk hard, listened to her quick scream as he tore off the nipple clamps.
Lora watched her friend try to keep back her balance while she fucked her husband, watched the look on his look 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 computer and started writing down day of the month and cities.

END of CHAPTER 1 ( week 1-4 )