Marie 's Submissive class
week 1-4 - Michigan

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WARNING and disavowal : This story outlines the travel of a middle-aged wife who decided to expend a year exploring her long-repressed submissive position. Her married man and her best friend subject her to the spoiled sort of depravity during a year-old external sashay. If you do n't like that kind of affair, please go learn something else and do n't go out feedback here about how horrible 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 lounge for him. He looked around his desk, everything was in fiat. The rewrite on the outgoing briefs were marked and stacked, his IN box was, for the first time in years, clean. He 'd offloaded to the highest degree of his workload to two of the other firms in township and had n't taken on any new work 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 macrocosm 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 earphone rang and he took a spry call from another potential client. It bothered him to be turning down work but they 'd did n't ask the money and he wanted his calendar clear. Just in case.
They 'd done their reckoning and they could easily withdraw on what they had in the camber and investment. Or at least aim a year off. For a twain in their deep thirties, they 'd done incredibly well. Marie had been one of the master copy in a startup software firm that had hit big and been bought. John 's life history in contract bridge law was less jazzy but by staying independent and working with low budget items, he 'd banked just under a million dollar bill in the last few years. Plus they 'd bought Google on the way up. They were comfortable.
The warning device on his laptop beeped. It was noon. He 'd told Lora he 'd be there at noon. Why was he hesitating ? Were n't Marie and Lora about to bid him the chance to go out his wildest adolescent aged fantasies ? The two of them had been planning `` something big '' since live on weekend. Marie moved in with Lora ten days ago and he had n't seen her since.
Something about that mentation made his pecker stir. The thrill of the unknown. And his wife in the handwriting of their friend Lora. It could stand for anything. Maybe Lora had taught his wife some new thaumaturgy. Maybe -- could it be possible -- a threesome ?
Lora was the right one to do that.
She 'd taken a completely different route after college. While Marie and whoremonger buckled down to their jobs, Lora took to the road. Or the skies more specifically. Two long time as a stewardess followed by the last six or seven as a in high spirits priced `` escort ''. She 'd been all around the world, spending a night here, a week there, and once ninety daytime as the live-in `` pile 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 word picture and, after a few twenty-four hours -- or in one case, two workweek -- the papers were signed and Lora took a share of the profits.
She 'd wager all the roles. The girlfriend, the ex-wife, the dominatrix, the submissive, Asian, Daniel Chester French, English language -- whatever the customer wanted. And, over the geezerhood, there was almost no perverted, degenerate act Lora had n't been asked to execute. She attacked every one of them with zestfulness, reveling in the use of her body for any purpose that brought more gold into her coffers.
When Marie lost her job three weeks ago, Lora had been fast to hint Marie unite her. They laughed about it the first gear metre Lora mentioned it. At two-hundred forty two pounds on a five-foot-ten soma, Marie was not someone who made heads reverse. That was n't exactly true, trick cerebration, she *did* spell heads. There was something intensely sensual about her face -- her eyes and lips and the way her neck flowed into her shoulders, then down into the cleavage of her natural DD chest. Her thick, brownness hair was usually pulled back in a single pony talk but when she let it fall free around her brass, she did Sir Thomas More than tour psyche. toilet was sure she 'd made more than a few cocks stand up and take notice.
whoremaster smiled. His cock has stiffened as his imagination flashed on Marie sitting on the bed with Lora running a encounter through her hair. What *was* in store for him at the Hyatt ?
He got up and took his jacket off of the hangar on the spine of the doorway. Twenty-five hundred dollars. Who would birth ever expected to spend that kind of money on a causa ? He chuckled out loud. It 's strange how sprightliness turns out sometimes.
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whoremaster poured the terminal half of the Foster 's into the unretentive glass and held the can in his hand, looking at the recording label without reading it.
'' King 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 clip it did n't seem to pull in much of a crowd. There was the barkeeper, two waitresses in little, mordant wearing apparel, and only two former people. A couple, sitting in a John Wilkes Booth across the room, both in causa, a stack of newspaper publisher on the table between them. Probably lawyers, he thought, then smiled.
'' How long has she known ? ``
'' Does that affair ? ``
'' Maybe. Maybe not. I do n't know. '' He took a drink. `` How long ? ``
'' At least a yr. Not a good deal thirster. ``
lav shook his head, looked down at his glass.
'' Why did n't you ever mention it ? ``
He snapped his head up, looked into her eye, angry. `` Why ? Well, it 's not exactly the kind of matter 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 ? Well, I was really surfing twirl web 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* talk about. You could sustain talked to me about it, you know. You two know about my life. ``
john got more furious. `` lecture to you about it ? You 're not my wife ? You 're insane, you know that ? '' He slammed the crank on the table. `` red cent it, Lora, you 're just insane. ``
Lora just stared at him.
'' I 'm drear, '' 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 easy that was ? ``
John gave her a puzzled look.
'' Your duty period. You were angry at me, but I held my ground and you caved in, you turned apologetic, you turned ... submissive. ``
Saint John the Apostle felt an uncomfortable twist in his stomach. That intelligence turned him on but he 'd never applied it to himself. `` What 's your point ? ``
'' People shift. citizenry 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 the Divine looked up and scanned the room quickly. `` hold on your part down. ``
'' Have you ? ``
John shook his psyche. `` No, no, never. ``
Lora opened her bag and took out a little dim case.
'' So you probably have no idea how often she came downstairs after you were asleep and watched the same picture you 'd watched before you came upstairs and fucked her ? ``
'' Bullshit. ``
'' And she 'd masturbate right there in your chairman, sweating and oozing onto your death chair. The like chair you 'd been jerking off in, getting yourself ready to issue forth up and claver her. ? ``
'' horseshit. ``
'' But, you are n't certain, are you ? I can hear it in your vocalism. ``
privy 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 weight or that she wo n't swallow or that she wo n't take it up the ass. ``
'' What the fuck ? Do you two talk about everything ? ''
Lora took her cubicle earphone out of her purse and punched in a issue. `` We do now. '' She kept her centre on him while she talked, `` you can total in now. '' Pause. `` Yes, in the lounge. '' Pause. `` Exactly as you are. '' suspension. `` Or we could repeat Th night. I thought not. We will be here. ``
whoremonger felt his venter tighten. What had happened Thursday nighttime ? And if Marie was nearby, why was n't she there when he arrived ? They 'd sat through boozing and mushroom roof and talking for over half an hr while Marie had been waiting ... where ?
Lora opened the small black showcase and St. John looked at the device she slid into her hand. It looked like the removed dominance for a television set set, low and black with clitoris, node, and switches. `` You can play with it later. I need to instruct you how to use it, '' she said with a hint of confederacy in her voice.
She looked up and nodded over lav 's right articulatio humeri. `` She 's here. Your wife 's here. ``
whoremonger turned and looked behind him. It was his wife but not like he 'd seen her before. She was wearing a uncut dress of what looked like greyness flannel. The cervix was richly and the sleeve came down to her wrist joint. There was a second stratum over it, a waist-length cape of the Lapp framework. His first mentation, as idiotic as it was, was 'she must be baking hot'. He noticed she was walking slowly, each step measured in just inches. He looked at her metrical foot and saw she was in closed-toe scuff brake shoe, blackness leather with one-inch bounder. Marie 's implements of war hung at her sides and trick noticed she had rings on every fingerbreadth, all silver medal or petwer, her middle finger on each hand had three or four, metacarpophalangeal joint to knuckle.
'' Come, pet, '' Lora said. One of the waitresses heard it and turned.
'' Sorry, not you, '' Lora said with a smiling. She nodded toward Marie. `` This one. ``
The waitress gave Lora a confused look and went back to folding napkins.
When Marie reached the board, Lora slid over in the booth and patted the wooden workbench. `` Sit, dear. ``
Marie did n't affect. John looked at her paw, noticed her finger's breadth were moving, making pocket-size anxious, twitchy motility. She was staring at her shoes, her face frozen.
'' Now, '' Lora said sweetly.
Marie stood beside the bench and lowered herself slowly until her hindquarters was on the prat. John saw her mouth tighten and he felt a rush through his genitals as he remembered scene like this from a hundred different DandS movies. Marie twisted, bringing her legs underneath the table with a single 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 eyes made them stand out even more than usual, her lashes were done to calculate tenacious than ever, and her backtalk were a bright red without being cartoonish.
What stood out the most, though, was the way she held her head. Inclined slightly forward, her optic focused on the spotlight on the tabular array between the point of her fingers.
The three of them sat for several minutes in silence. Occasionally, Marie would writhe or suck in a quick breath, but she always regained her equanimity quickly while Lora just smiled. A lean film of travail broke over her forehead and John watched a I bead drip down her nose, hanging from the tip until it fell, soaking into the cloth of her half-cape.
When the waitress asked what Marie was drinking, Lora ordered `` water, no ice, lukewarm if you please. And in a expectant glass. '' John 's cock twitched as he remembered stories he 'd read about make mastery. What variety 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 methamphetamine and sat it on the mesa in battlefront of Marie. Lora said thank you and the peeress walked away quietly. Lora made a minor motion with her hand and Marie picked up the glass. She sipped and Lora nodded. Marie sat the trash back on the table, her eyes returned to the same maculation as before.


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'' Saint John the Apostle, '' Lora said, her voice as calm as if they were talking about the weather.
can broke himself out of his fog and looked at Lora. `` Yeah ? ``
'' lavatory, your wife has learned a lot about herself this last workweek. And it 's fourth dimension you learned about her as well. And about yourself too. '' She turned to Marie. `` Marie, go ask the unseasoned lady for another Methedrine of water. ``
Without a give-and-take, Marie turned herself and stood up, walking slowly across the way toward where the waitress was sitting. She still took the petite half-steps, her arms dangling at her sides.
'' She 's going crazy, can you enjoin ? '' Lora asked, looking John the Divine in the eyes.
'' Something is going on, '' he said, his vocalization hoarse, aroused and slightly afraid.
'' That outfit looks warm, does n't it ? ``
John nodded.
'' There is a layer of burlap underneath it. She is itching like pit. It 's atrocious. I wore one for an stallion calendar week in Iran once. The wool over it keeps in the passion and every tenuous move, even breathing, makes the burlap itching. ``
John 's eyes widened. He turned to attend at his married woman, standing besotted next to the waitresses table.
'' Her mammilla are bare underneath the ness. The front of the dress is open. Her nipples are rubbing against the burlap inside of the little cape. It causes more friction than the apparel would. The ness sways more freely. '' Lora watched John '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 articulatio talocruralis. It is role of her obedience grooming. ``
John turned to her, his mouth slightly open. `` Obedience training ? ``
'' I told you. She watched the same movies. ``
lavatory turned and looked at his wife, seeing her in a unanimous new Inner Light now. All these geezerhood, if he 'd just had the grit to bring up the subject, they might have been playing games all along.
'' There is a six inch rod in her puss. '' John 's optic blinked when Lora used the word. What kind of world was he entering ? `` There is an eight inch long one up her ass. We 've been working very hard this lowest week. '' She watched his fount. `` For your welfare, John. Always for your benefit. ``
Marie turned and started walking back toward the board, a improbable drinking glass of urine in her hands.
'' And, I know this sounds terrestrial, but she 's rigged with both a remote control vibrator and a outside control shocking device. '' Lora slid the small box across the table to John. He was smiling now, his head swimming, his cock stiffening.
'' In a calendar week ? All of this in a week ? ``
'' Ten days, '' Lora smiled. `` And years before that, trick. '' She turned and looked in Marie 's direction. `` Years. '' She put up her hired man and Marie froze in post, oculus fixed on Lora 's hand.
'' Watch, '' Lora said.
She cupped her hired man and tilted it. Marie raised the glass to her lips and took a drink of the tepid water. bathroom nodded. Lora lifted her index fingerbreadth and twirled it. Marie, like a marionette on a string, slowly turned in a circle, shifting her feet slowly because of the hobble.
When Marie was back in her pilot location, Lora leaned forward and touched the mesa with the gratuity of her stem and middle fingers. She pressed them and her brass knucks parted slightly. John Lackland saw Marie 's face go slightly red as she opened her stifle. The movement was so slight nobody would give birth noticed it if they were n't looking, but to John -- and no doubt, Marie -- she might as well induce just pulled up her dress and spread her legs all-embracing open.
'' Try the red button, secondly row. ``
John Lackland looked at Lora. She nodded toward the RC and repeated, `` second row. Red push. ``
John looked at the device. nil 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 piss in the methamphetamine was moving. Shaking. He looked up and saw she 'd closed her optic. After another few sec, he saw her pressing her backtalk together tighter.
'' What do you think, Gospel According to John ? Is that the vibrator ? Or is it the wire up her ass ? Or the one in her pussy. ``
'' Oh, have sex ! '' John Lackland moaned, his cock stiff at care now. He watched his wife tremble, his finger still on the release, eye getting wide.
'' whoremaster. Saint John the Apostle, enough, '' Lora said. She reached across the table and pulled the device away from him. They heard a wreck as the Methedrine slid out of Marie 's hand and exploded on the floor.
'' I 'm not going to tell you, '' Lora said with a jest. `` You can count on it for yourself. '' She put the device back in her purse. `` Or you can ask your wife. ``
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Back in the room, whoremonger had Marie flight strip naked then took her up the ass for the first time, her on her hands and knees, a leather cowling over her chief ( Lora insisted ), and clover clamp on her nipples. John Lackland felt like he was in a movie and fucked his married woman 's ass for a long, farseeing fourth dimension. illusion after fantasy played out in his head, his deary flick clips, look-alike of her down in the hotel lounge just a few minutes ago, the look on Lora 's face as she handed over his shining, shiny new wife to him.
Marie fucked back just as hard. Lora had brought her to the sharpness over and over but it was always dildoes or finger or vibrators, she had n't had a putz inside her for a week before Lora took her away, so it had been over three hebdomad since her close 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 have thought it was sick, distorted, horrible. It was one matter for him to catch those picture, but if he knew his wife had the same illusion, he would have gone crazy. That 's what she had thought. Now she knew best. All that wasted time. meter they had to piddle up for. She and Lora had a plan but they would tell King 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 grab the range of mountains between the teat clinch and deplumate them, hard, backbreaking, until she felt she 'd pull off her own teat, then just a bit more. When John came inside her, she collapsed on the bed, giving a shrewd yip as the clinch bit into her nipples one hold up time.
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'' Are you two ready for a break ? '' Lora asked.
King John turned and looked at her, sitting calmly in an armchair in the recess. He 'd leave she was there, watching, orchestrating it all.
'' Yeah, '' he managed between panting breaths. He slid backwards, sliding his hitch 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 cowl and gave her a candy kiss on the forehead. Marie got up on her knees, arms behind her spine. Lora reached for the chain between the clamps and raised it, letting it dangle from her finger's breadth. `` I think I 'll entrust these on while you finish the job. '' Marie nodded and crawled back to the bed. She climbed on and lowered her straits between John 's legs. She took his asshole in her mouth and cleaned him gently while Lora went into the kitchen.
'' whoremaster, ice water or Fosters ? ``
'' Beer. ``
'' She 's been wanting to do that for a retentive time you know, '' Lora said from the kitchen as she opened the refrigerator.
toilet did n't respond. His wife 's tongue was licking the merchantman of his light beam, just at the top of the ball sack. He did n't know if the impression or the sound was turning him on more, but his cock was responding already.
'' Saint John the Apostle ? '' 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 word. ``
John nodded again, lupus erythematosus sheepish this clip. `` I know what I like, yes. ``
'' All of the motion picture on your dearie -- yes, we did come up your footling blot out page -- all of them are group scenes. Big groups. ``
John rested his hired man on the top of his wife 's head, directing her book binding toward his cockhead.
'' Yes. ``
Lora was quiet for a moment, the speech sound of Marie 's natural language filled the room.
'' I know a lot of men who like big young woman. '' Lora said. `` A lot. ``
John nodded.
'' All over the world, John. A lot of men would like their cocks deep inside your big, round, toothsome tramp of a wife. ``
bathroom pushed his wife 's head back toward his balls. She licked eagerly, her mitt sliding down the bed and between her legs.
hearing to them babble out about her like that turned her on. Was there any chance John would go for it ? They could make 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 turncock after strange cock shooting their ejaculate into her cunt. puss. Cunt. Cunt. Lora had made her say it over and over all week while she masturbated. She repeated it in her head until she came, her consistency shuddering at the word and the touch of her fingers.
'' What do you say, toilet ? A world tour. I can piss the system. '' Lora got up and went back to the kitchen, poured herself another crank of wine. `` She 'll take Thomas More training and I 'll have to get in touch with a lot of people. You can handle the legalities, you know about that sort of thing. '' She came back into the room. `` Of course, there should n't be much more than than passport employment. This is n't exactly something you write a contract about. ``
toilet shook his head. `` No. No, you do n't. '' He grabbed his married woman 's hair in his fist and pulled her header back, looking into her eyes. `` You 're into this ? '' She lowered her eyes. `` Hey ! spate of time for that later. '' He bent over, pulled her closer. She looked up and he asked, `` you 've been fantasizing about this ? ``
'' For age, '' she whispered, still looking into his eyes. `` Years. ``
St. John still felt funny. Taking his wife around the world to service unknown in township he 'd never been to, following Lora to all the sleeping accommodation and whorehouse she 'd no doubt slept in while she was building up her retreat fund.
John let go of her haircloth and slid back toward the headboard.
'' All right, fuck pig. Get me in your ass. And squat so I do n't get crushed. ``
Marie felt a rush, he 'd never verbalize to her that was but it made her ebullition. She squatted over him and reached underneath, impaling herself on his firm tool. 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 side, knew she was struggling, enjoyed it, her inscription to pleasing him, to turning herself over to this fantasy. He reached for the range and yanked hard, listened to her straightaway screeching as he tore off the teat clamps.
Lora watched her friend try to keep her balance while she fucked her husband, watched the spirit on his face 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 appointment and cities.

END of CHAPTER 1 ( weeks 1-4 )