Marie 's Submissive Year
hebdomad 1-4 - Chicago

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WARNING and disclaimer : This floor outlines the travels of a middle-aged wife who decided to spent a year exploring her long-repressed submissive English. Her husband and her topper admirer topic her to the speculative sort of degeneracy during a year-old outside junket. If you do n't like that kind of thing, please go learn something else and do n't bequeath feedback here about how frightful and disgusting the story is. It 's fiction and it 's supposed to be.
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whoremonger looked at his sentry. Nearly noon. Lora would be at Hyatt, waiting in the lounge for him. He looked around his desk, everything was in order. The rescript on the outgoing briefs were marked and stacked, his IN box was, for the first sentence in twelvemonth, clean. He 'd offloaded most of his workload to two of the early firms in Ithiel Town and had n't taken on any new workplace since Marie lost her job three weeks ago. They did n't make out 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 capitulum. rightfulness. 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 call option from another potential client. 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 deliberation and they could easily retire on what they had in the savings bank and investiture. Or at least remove a year off. For a duet in their late thirty-something, they 'd done incredibly well. Marie had been one of the pilot in a startup software firm that had hit big and been bought. John 's calling in contract bridge law was less sporty but by staying independent and working with low budget items, he 'd rely just under a million dollar in the survive few old age. Plus they 'd bought Google on the way up. They were comfortable.
The alarm on his laptop beeped. It was noon. He 'd told Lora he 'd be there at twelve noon. Why was he hesitating ? Were n't Marie and Lora about to bid him the chance to experience out his unwarranted teenager aged fantasies ? The two of them had been planning `` something big '' since finis weekend. Marie moved in with Lora ten days ago and he had n't seen her since.
Something about that thought made his pecker stir. The boot of the nameless. And his wife in the hands of their Quaker Lora. It could mean anything. Maybe Lora had taught his wife some new fast one. Maybe -- could it be possible -- a trey ?
Lora was the right one to do that.
She 'd taken a completely different route after college. While Marie and lavatory buckled down to their jobs, Lora took to the route. Or the skies more specifically. Two yr as a air hostess followed by the last six or seven as a mellow priced `` accompaniment ''. She 'd been all around the world, spending a night here, a workweek there, and once XC days as the live-in `` deal closer '' for an International developer named Han. Whenever individual was on the fencing about a buy or a sell that Han really wanted, Lora be brought into the depiction and, after a few 24-hour interval -- or in one case, two weeks -- the papers were signed and Lora took a percentage of the profits.
She 'd wager all the roles. The girlfriend, the ex-wife, the dominatrix, the submissive, Asian, French, English -- whatever the client wanted. And, over the years, there was almost no perverted, deviant act Lora had n't been asked to do. She attacked every one of them with gusto, 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 quick to hint Marie link her. They laughed about it the first meter Lora mentioned it. At two-hundred forty two Ezra Loomis Pound on a five-foot-ten frame, Marie was not person who made head turn. That was n't exactly true, bathroom thought, she *did* bend point. There was something intensely sensual about her face -- her middle and lips and the way her cervix flowed into her shoulders, then down into the cleavage of her instinctive DD thorax. Her thick, brown hair was usually pulled back in a single shot glass public lecture but when she let it lessen free around her face, she did Thomas More than turn heads. lav was sure she 'd made more than a few stopcock stand up and take notice.
lav smiled. His cock has stiffened as his imagination flashed on Marie sitting on the bed with Lora running a brush through her hairsbreadth. What *was* in memory board for him at the Hyatt ?
He got up and took his jacket off of the hangar on the back of the threshold. Twenty-five hundred dollars. Who would receive ever expected to pass that sort of money on a cause ? He chuckled out loud. It 's strange how life turns out sometimes.
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bathroom poured the finis half of the Foster 's into the short meth and held the can in his deal, looking at the label without reading it.
'' John the Evangelist ? '' Lora said quietly.
John did n't response.
'' whoremaster, it 's nothing to be embarrassed about. ``
He looked around. The waiting room was nearly empty, even at lunch prison term it did n't seem to draw much of a gang. There was the mixologist, two waitresses in forgetful, fateful frock, and only two other multitude. A couplet, sitting in a booth across the room, both in case, a stack of report on the mesa between them. Probably lawyer, he thought, then smiled.
'' How long has she known ? ``
'' Does that subject ? ``
'' Maybe. Maybe not. I do n't get laid. '' He took a swallow. `` How long ? ``
'' At to the lowest degree a year. Not very much longer. ``
John shook his head, looked down at his glass.
'' Why did n't you ever refer it ? ``
He snapped his head up, looked into her heart, angry. `` Why ? Well, it 's not exactly the kind of thing you can devolve 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 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 have talked to me about it, you know. You two know about my life-time. ``
John got more raging. `` talking 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 dingy, '' 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 nonplused look.
'' Your slip. You were angry at me, but I held my ground and you caved in, you turned excusatory, you turned ... submissive. ``
John felt an uncomfortable plait in his stomach. That word turned him on but he 'd never applied it to himself. `` What 's your compass point ? ``
'' People shift. People can change. ``
She reached for her pocketbook on the bench beside her, rested it on the table.
'' Have you ever talked to Marie about Submission ? About bondage ? ``
John Lackland looked up and scanned the room quickly. `` Keep your voice down. ``
'' Have you ? ``
John shook his psyche. `` No, no, never. ``
Lora opened her handbag and took out a small black case.
'' So you probably have no estimation how often she came downstairs after you were asleep and watched the Lapp movies you 'd watched before you came upstairs and fucked her ? ``
'' Bullshit. ``
'' And she 'd masturbate right there in your chair, sweating and oozing onto your chair. The Saami chair you 'd been jerking off in, getting yourself make to come up and inspect her. ? ``
'' bull. ``
'' But, you are n't sure as shooting, are you ? I can hear it in your interpreter. ``
Gospel According to 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 system of weights or that she wo n't take back or that she wo n't take it up the ass. ``
'' What the shag ? Do you two talk about everything ? ''
Lora took her cell earpiece out of her purse and punched in a turn. `` We do now. '' She kept her eyes on him while she talked, `` you can come in now. '' Pause. `` Yes, in the lounge. '' Pause. `` Exactly as you are. '' intermission. `` Or we could repeat Thursday night. I thought not. We will be here. ``
John felt his tum tighten. What had happened Th night ? And if Marie was nearby, why was n't she there when he arrived ? They 'd sat through potable and mushroom cloud caps and talking for over half an hr while Marie had been waiting ... where ?
Lora opened the lowly black face and bathroom looked at the device she slid into her hand. It looked like the remote control for a television set, modest 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 cabal in her voice.
She looked up and nodded over John Lackland 's right shoulder. `` She 's here. Your wife '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 dress of what looked like gray face cloth. The neck was high and the sleeves came down to her wrists. There was a second layer over it, a waist-length cape of the Saame textile. His first base sentiment, as ridiculous as it was, was 'she must be baking hot'. He noticed she was walking slowly, each stone's throw measured in just inches. He looked at her feet and saw she was in closed-toe mule shoes, black leather with one-inch bounder. Marie 's arms hung at her incline and John noticed she had rings on every finger's breadth, all silver or petwer, her midsection finger on each hand had three or four, knuckle to knuckle.
'' ejaculate, 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 mixed-up look and went back to folding napkins.
When Marie reached the table, Lora slid over in the John Wilkes Booth and patted the wooden workbench. `` Sit, dear. ``
Marie did n't go. John looked at her deal, noticed her digit were moving, making minuscule nervous, twitchy question. She was staring at her skid, her face frozen.
'' Now, '' Lora said sweetly.
Marie stood beside the terrace and lowered herself slowly until her bottom was on the seat. John saw her rima oris tighten and he felt a rush through his genitalia as he remembered tantrum like this from a hundred different DandS picture show. Marie twisted, bringing her legs underneath the table with a single turn, then set her paw palm down on the table in strawman of her.
bathroom looked at his wife 's face. Her pelt, 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 common, her lashes were done to look retentive than ever, and her lips were a bright red without being cartoonish.
What stood out the most, though, was the way she held her head. Inclined slightly forward, her eye focused on the patch on the table between the tips of her fingers.
The three of them sat for several minutes in quiet. Occasionally, Marie would twist or suck in a prompt breather, but she always regained her composure quickly while Lora just smiled. A slenderize film of lather broke over her frontal bone and John watched a single drop drip down her horn in, 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 `` pee, no ice, lukewarm if you please. And in a orotund glass. '' John the Divine 's cock twitched as he remembered stories he 'd interpret about take a leak control. What sort of game was Lora playing with him and why was Marie going along with it. They were teasing him. Making him pay for his pornography habit ?
The waitress brought the glass and sat it on the board in front of Marie. Lora said thank you and the ma'am walked away quietly. Lora made a belittled movement with her hand and Marie picked up the glass. She sipped and Lora nodded. Marie sat the field glass back on the table, her middle returned to the same smirch as before.


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'' bathroom, '' Lora said, her voice as calm as if they were talking about the weather.
bathroom broke himself out of his fog and looked at Lora. `` Yeah ? ``
'' whoremonger, your wife has learned a lot about herself this cobbler's last week. And it 's metre you learned about her as well. And about yourself too. '' She turned to Marie. `` Marie, go ask the Edward Young noblewoman for another glass of piddle. ``
Without a Good Book, Marie turned herself and stood up, walking slowly across the elbow room toward where the waitress was sitting. She still took the petite half-steps, her arms dangling at her sides.
'' She 's going brainsick, can you evidence ? '' Lora asked, looking John the Divine in the eyes.
'' Something is going on, '' he said, his vox hoarse, aroused and slightly afraid.
'' That outfit looks fond, does n't it ? ``
John nodded.
'' There is a layer of burlap underneath it. She is itching like hell. It 's ugly. I wore one for an total week in Iran once. The wool over it keeps in the heat and every slight relocation, even breathing, makes the burlap itch. ``
St. John the Apostle 's eyes widened. He turned to look at his married woman, standing stiff adjacent to the waitresses table.
'' Her teat are strip underneath the cape. The front of the clothes is undetermined. Her mamilla are rubbing against the burlap inside of the little ness. It causes More rubbing than the dress would. The cape sways more freely. '' Lora watched bathroom 's expression. He was fascinated and getting turned on. `` You see the way she is walking ? She is hobbled by a four inch chain between her ankles. It is part of her obeisance education. ``
toilet turned to her, his mouth slightly undetermined. `` Obedience training ? ``
'' I told you. She watched the same movies. ``
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 guts to bring up the subject, they might have been playing biz all along.
'' There is a six in rod in her bitch. '' St. John the Apostle 's oculus blinked when Lora used the word. What form of world was he entering ? `` There is an eight inch long one up her ass. We 've been working very hard this last week. '' She watched his face. `` For your benefit, John. Always for your 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 outback control vibrator and a outside mastery shocking device. '' Lora slid the pocket-sized box across the board to John the Evangelist. He was smiling now, his headspring swimming, his stopcock stiffening.
'' In a calendar week ? All of this in a week ? ``
'' Ten days, '' Lora smiled. `` And long time before that, John. '' She turned and looked in Marie 's direction. `` Years. '' She put up her hand and Marie froze in shoes, centre fixed on Lora 's hand.
'' Watch, '' Lora said.
She cupped her hand and tilted it. Marie raised the deoxyephedrine to her lips and took a drink of the lukewarm pee. John nodded. Lora lifted her exponent finger and twirled it. Marie, like a puppet on a string, slowly turned in a set, shifting her feet slowly because of the hobble.
When Marie was back in her original position, Lora leaned forward and touched the table with the tips of her fore and middle fingerbreadth. She pressed them and her knuckles parted slightly. lavatory saw Marie 's face go slightly red as she opened her knees. The social movement was so slight cypher would have noticed it if they were n't looking, but to lavatory -- and no dubiety, Marie -- she might as well have got just pulled up her frock and spread her leg wide open.
'' Try the red push, s row. ``
John looked at Lora. She nodded toward the RC and repeated, `` second row. Red push button. ``
John looked at the twist. zippo was labeled, Lora must have memorized it all. He pressed the button and Lora chuckled. `` Hold it down. '' He did. Lora nodded toward Marie and John turned his head.
His wife was still standing motionless but he saw the water supply in the drinking glass was moving. Shaking. He looked up and saw she 'd closed her eyes. 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 ! '' whoremonger moaned, his prick corpse at attention now. He watched his wife tremble, his finger's breadth still on the button, oculus getting wide.
'' John. John the Divine, enough, '' Lora said. She reached across the table and pulled the twist away from him. They heard a crash as the 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 figure it for yourself. '' She put the twist back in her pocketbook. `` Or you can ask your wife. ``
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Back in the way, lav had Marie strip naked then took her up the ass for the offset meter, her on her hired man and knees, a leather strong-armer over her mind ( Lora insisted ), and clover clamps on her nipples. John felt like he was in a movie and fucked his wife 's ass for a farsighted, foresightful time. fancy after fantasy played out in his head word, his favourite movie magazine, effigy of her down in the hotel lounge just a few arcminute ago, the look on Lora 's grimace as she handed over his smart, shiny new wife to him.
Marie fucked back just as toilsome. Lora had brought her to the edge over and over but it was always dildoes or finger's breadth or vibrators, she had n't had a peter inside her for a week before Lora took her away, so it had been over three weeks since her last nookie. 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 cause thought it was sick, perverted, horrible. It was one thing for him to watch those picture show, but if he knew his wife had the Saame fantasy, he would have gone demented. That 's what she had thought. Now she knew good. All that wasted time. time they had to spend a penny up for. She and Lora had a design but they would severalize John 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 chain between the nipple clamps and rive them, hard, gruelling, until she felt she 'd pull 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 clamps bit into her teat one survive time.
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'' Are you two ready for a break ? '' Lora asked.
Saint John the Apostle turned and looked at her, sitting calmly in an armchair in the recess. He 'd forget she was there, watching, orchestrating it all.
'' Yeah, '' he managed between panting breathing space. He slid backwards, sliding his limp prick out of his married woman '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 elbow room to Lora. Lora removed the exhaust hood and gave her a osculation on the forehead. Marie got up on her knees, arms behind her rear. Lora reached for the concatenation between the clamps and raised it, letting it dangle from her finger. `` I think I 'll leave these on while you finish the job. '' Marie nodded and crawled back to the bed. She climbed on and lowered her head word between john 's legs. She took his cock in her lip and cleaned him gently while Lora went into the kitchen.
'' John, ice water supply or Stephen Collins Foster ? ``
'' Beer. ``
'' She 's been wanting to do that for a farseeing fourth dimension you know, '' Lora said from the kitchen as she opened the refrigerator.
John did n't answer. His wife 's tongue was licking the ass of his prick, just at the top of the ball sack. He did n't get laid if the spirit or the phone was turning him on more, but his cock was responding already.
'' St. 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 paper. ``
John nodded again, less sheeplike this clock time. `` I know what I like, yes. ``
'' All of the picture on your Favorites -- yes, we did witness your picayune hidden pageboy -- all of them are chemical group scenes. Big grouping. ``
toilet rested his bridge player on the top of his wife 's head, directing her binding toward his cockhead.
'' Yes. ``
Lora was quiet for a moment, the sounds of Marie 's knife filled the room.
'' I know a lot of men who like big missy. '' Lora said. `` A lot. ``
whoremaster nodded.
'' All over the mankind, Gospel According to John. A lot of men would care their cocks deep inside your big, round, luscious tramp of a wife. ``
Saint John the Apostle pushed his wife 's psyche back toward his clod. She licked eagerly, her hand sliding down the bed and between her stage.
Listening to them talk about her like that turned her on. Was there any hazard St. John would go for it ? They could have a wonderful spirit 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, foreign pecker after strange shaft shooting their source into her snatch. puss. slit. Cunt. Lora had made her say it over and over all week while she masturbated. She repeated it in her promontory until she came, her trunk shuddering at the intelligence and the contact of her fingers.
'' What do you say, trick ? A humankind tour. I can induce the arrangements. '' Lora got up and went back to the kitchen, poured herself another drinking glass of wine-coloured. `` She 'll require to a greater extent breeding and I 'll have to get in contact with a lot of citizenry. You can handle the legalities, you know about that sort of matter. '' She came back into the room. `` Of row, there should n't be much more than passport work. This is n't exactly something you write a contract about. ``
Saint John shook his head. `` No. No, you do n't. '' He grabbed his married woman 's hair in his fist and pulled her head back, looking into her oculus. `` You 're into this ? '' She lowered her eyes. `` Hey ! plentifulness of time for that later. '' He bent over, pulled her closer. She looked up and he asked, `` you 've been fantasizing about this ? ``
'' For class, '' she whispered, still looking into his eyes. `` Years. ``
John still felt queer. Taking his married woman around the humans to service strangers in towns he 'd never been to, following Lora to all the sleeping accommodation and brothels she 'd no doubt slept in while she was building up her retirement fund.
privy let go of her hair and slid back toward the headboard.
'' All right wing, have a go at it pig. Get me in your ass. And squat so I do n't get crushed. ``
Marie felt a rush, he 'd never talk to her that was but it made her gush. She squatted over him and reached underneath, impaling herself on his potent cock. She sank it all the way in, felt the sharp pain in the ass already in her legs. She was n't going to be able to do this for more than a few seconds.
John the Divine watched her expression, knew she was struggling, enjoyed it, her dedication to pleasing him, to turning herself over to this fantasy. He reached for the chain and yanked gruelling, listened to her speedy screaming as he tore off the mammilla clamps.
Lora watched her friend try to keep her balance while she fucked her husband, watched the feel on his font 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 dates and cities.

END of CHAPTER 1 ( workweek 1-4 )