Marie 's subservient class
Weeks 1-4 - Chicago

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WARNING and disclaimer : This storey outlines the travel of a middle-aged wife who decided to spent a twelvemonth exploring her long-repressed subservient side. Her husband and her best acquaintance field of study her to the worst kinds of corruption during a year-old external sashay. If you do n't care that kind of thing, please go read something else and do n't leave 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 lookout. Nearly noon. Lora would be at Hyatt, waiting in the lounge for him. He looked around his desk, everything was in order. The revisions on the outgoing briefs were marked and stacked, his IN box was, for the first time in age, clean and jerk. He 'd offloaded most of his workload to two of the early firms in town and had n't taken on any new workplace since Marie lost her job three weeks ago. They did n't fuck what they were going to do, but they 'd always let the cat out of the bag about traveling the world if they had the chance. Maybe this was it.
He shook his head. Right. As if this was `` it ''. Lora did n't opine so.
But then, Lora was insane. Or, to put it politely, she lived 'outside the box'.
His phone rang and he took a quickly claim from another potential guest. It bothered him to be turning down body of work but they 'd did n't require the money and he wanted his calendar clear. Just in case.
They 'd done their calculations and they could easily withdraw on what they had in the bank and investments. Or at to the lowest degree take a yr off. For a couplet in their belatedly thirty-something, they 'd done incredibly well. Marie had been one of the originals in a startup software firm that had hit big and been bought. John 's career in contract law was less flashy but by staying autonomous and working with low overhead, he 'd deposit just under a million clam in the conclusion few eld. Plus they 'd bought Google on the way up. They were comfortable.
The dismay on his laptop beeped. It was noon. He 'd order Lora he 'd be there at noon. Why was he hesitating ? Were n't Marie and Lora about to offer up him the probability to know out his wildest teen aged phantasy ? 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 mentation made his cock stir. The kick of the unnamed. And his wife in the hired man of their booster Lora. It could mean anything. Maybe Lora had taught his married woman some new caper. Maybe -- could it be possible -- a threesome ?
Lora was the right one to do that.
She 'd taken a completely different road after college. While Marie and privy buckled down to their line, Lora took to the road. Or the skies more specifically. Two years as a hostess followed by the utmost six or seven as a mellow priced `` bodyguard ''. She 'd been all around the world, spending a night here, a week there, and once xc days as the live-in `` quite a little closer '' for an International developer named Han. Whenever someone was on the fence about a buy or a sell that Han really wanted, Lora be brought into the picture and, after a few days -- or in one compositor's case, two hebdomad -- the papers were signed and Lora took a percentage of the profits.
She 'd act all the roles. The girlfriend, the ex-wife, the dominatrix, the submissive, Asian, French, English people -- whatever the customer wanted. And, over the years, there was almost no pervert, deviant act Lora had n't been asked to perform. She attacked every one of them with zest, reveling in the use of her trunk for any purpose that brought more gold into her coffers.
When Marie lost her job three weeks ago, Lora had been nimble to propose Marie link up 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 chief grow. That was n't exactly true, can opinion, she *did* turn heads. There was something intensely sensual about her case -- her eye and lip and the way her neck flowed into her berm, then down into the cleavage of her instinctive DD chest. Her thick, brown fuzz was usually pulled back in a 1 pony talking but when she let it lessen complimentary around her grimace, she did Sir Thomas More than go head. John was certainly she 'd made more than than a few cocks stand up and contract notice.
John smiled. His cock has stiffened as his resource flashed on Marie sitting on the bed with Lora running a brush through her fuzz. What *was* in store for him at the Hyatt ?
He got up and took his jacket off of the hangar on the spinal column of the threshold. Twenty-five hundred dollar. Who would have ever expected to spend that kind of money on a wooing ? He chuckled out loud. It 's strange how life turns out sometimes.
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John poured the final stage half of the Foster 's into the short chalk and held the can in his hired hand, looking at the recording label without reading it.
'' can ? '' Lora said quietly.
John did n't response.
'' toilet, it 's aught to be embarrassed about. ``
He looked around. The lounge was nearly void, even at lunch metre it did n't seem to draw much of a crowd. There was the mixologist, two waitresses in short, black attire, and only two other masses. A couple, sitting in a kiosk across the room, both in wooing, a stack of newspaper publisher on the table between them. Probably lawyers, he thought, then smiled.
'' How long has she known ? ``
'' Does that issue ? ``
'' Maybe. Maybe not. I do n't jazz. '' He took a drinkable. `` How long ? ``
'' At least a twelvemonth. Not lots longer. ``
Gospel According to John shook his head, looked down at his glass.
'' Why did n't you ever mention it ? ``
He snapped his question up, looked into her centre, angry. `` Why ? Well, it 's not exactly the kind of thing you can dangle in the centre of a conversation, is it ? 'Dear, you know all those nights I said I was downstairs watching replay of my favorite concerts ? Well, I was really surfing kink website. That 's not exactly something you bring up over dinner. ``
'' I thought you two talked about everything. ``
'' We do, but there are demarcation line, 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* utter about. You could have talked to me about it, you know. You two know about my lifetime. ``
John got more angry. `` talk to you about it ? You 're not my wife ? You 're insane, you know that ? '' He slammed the glass on the tabular array. `` shucks it, Lora, you 're just insane. ``
Lora just stared at him.
'' I 'm sorry, '' he said after a few seconds.
Lora 's face shifted slightly. She reached across the table and put her hand on top of his.
'' Do you see how comfortable that was ? ``
St. John the Apostle gave her a amaze look.
'' Your shift. You were wild at me, but I held my ground and you caved in, you turned apologetic, you turned ... submissive. ``
John felt an uncomfortable twist in his stomach. That password turned him on but he 'd never applied it to himself. `` What 's your point ? ``
'' People shift. People can change. ``
She reached for her purse on the bench beside her, rested it on the table.
'' Have you ever talked to Marie about entry ? About Bondage ? ``
John looked up and scanned the way quickly. `` Keep your voice down. ``
'' Have you ? ``
John shook his head. `` No, no, never. ``
Lora opened her bag and took out a diminished black case.
'' So you probably have no thought how often she came downstairs after you were asleep and watched the Lapplander moving picture you 'd watched before you came upstairs and fucked her ? ``
'' Bullshit. ``
'' And she 'd jerk off right there in your chairman, sweating and oozing onto your death chair. The same chairwoman you 'd been jerking off in, getting yourself gear up to come up and call her. ? ``
'' shit. ``
'' But, you are n't sure, are you ? I can get a line it in your voice. ``
John stopped. He 'd wondered sometimes but never let himself think about it. She always said she was sleeping downstairs in the guest elbow room because it was further from the street and quiet.
'' She loves you, you know. You never judge her, never talked about her free weight or that she wo n't swallow or that she wo n't take away it up the ass. ``
'' What the fuck ? Do you two talk about everything ? ''
Lora took her cell telephone out of her purse and punched in a number. `` We do now. '' She kept her eyes on him while she talked, `` you can come in now. '' Pause. `` Yes, in the waiting area. '' Pause. `` Exactly as you are. '' interruption. `` Or we could repeat Thursday Night. I thought not. We will be here. ``
John felt his stomach tighten. What had happened Th night ? And if Marie was nearby, why was n't she there when he arrived ? They 'd sat through swallow and mushroom-shaped cloud caps and talking for over half an hour while Marie had been waiting ... where ?
Lora opened the small black case and john looked at the device she slid into her hand. It looked like the removed control for a television set, small and blacken with buttons, boss, and switches. `` You can wreak with it later. I need to instruct you how to use it, '' she said with a lead of cabal in her voice.
She looked up and nodded over John 's right articulatio humeri. `` 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 apparel of what looked comparable Asa Gray washrag. The neck was high and the sleeves came down to her wrists. There was a indorse level over it, a waist-length cape of the same fabric. His beginning thinking, as ridiculous 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 understructure and saw she was in closed-toe scuff place, black leather with one-inch blackguard. Marie 's arms hung at her sides and John noticed she had rings on every fingerbreadth, all silver medal or petwer, her eye digit on each hired man had three or four, knuckle to knuckle.
'' cum, pet, '' Lora said. One of the waitresses heard it and turned.
'' Sorry, not you, '' Lora said with a smile. She nodded toward Marie. `` This one. ``
The waitress gave Lora a disordered flavour and went back to folding napkins.
When Marie reached the table, Lora slid over in the booth and patted the wooden terrace. `` Sit, beloved. ``
Marie did n't motivate. whoremonger looked at her bridge player, noticed her fingers were moving, making pocket-size nervous, twitchy move. She was staring at her brake shoe, her side frozen.
'' Now, '' Lora said sweetly.
Marie stood beside the terrace and lowered herself slowly until her bottom was on the seat. privy saw her mouth tighten and he felt a haste through his fork as he remembered picture like this from a hundred different DandS movies. Marie twisted, bringing her legs underneath the table with a bingle turn, then set her helping hand palm down on the table in front of her.
John looked at his wife 's 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 common, her lashes were done to reckon farseeing than ever, and her lips were a shining red without being cartoonish.
What stood out the most, though, was the way she held her chief. Inclined slightly forward, her eyes focused on the daub on the table between the bakshish of her fingers.
The three of them sat for various minutes in silence. Occasionally, Marie would twist or suck in a quick breath, but she always regained her equanimity quickly while Lora just smiled. A thin out film of sweat broke over her forehead and St. John the Apostle watched a single bead trickle down her nuzzle, 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, no ice, lukewarm if you please. And in a large glass. '' whoremaster 's prick twitched as he remembered stories he 'd scan about piddle 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 porn habit ?
The waitress brought the crank and sat it on the board in front of Marie. Lora said thank you and the peeress walked away quietly. Lora made a small apparent motion with her hired hand and Marie picked up the glass. She sipped and Lora nodded. Marie sat the meth back on the table, her eyes returned to the like fleck as before.


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'' John, '' Lora said, her vocalisation as calm as if they were talking about the weather.
John the Evangelist broke himself out of his fog and looked at Lora. `` Yeah ? ``
'' whoremonger, your wife has learned a lot about herself this last week. And it 's time you learned about her as well. And about yourself too. '' She turned to Marie. `` Marie, go ask the young dame for another spyglass of water. ``
Without a word, 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 arms dangling at her sides.
'' She 's going crazy, can you tell ? '' Lora asked, looking whoremonger in the eyes.
'' Something is going on, '' he said, his interpreter hoarse, aroused and slightly afraid.
'' That outfit looks warm, does n't it ? ``
Gospel According to John nodded.
'' There is a layer of gunny underneath it. She is itching like Hades. It 's horrible. I wore one for an intact week in Persia once. The wool over it keeps in the heating and every slight relocation, even breathing, makes the burlap itch. ``
lavatory 's optic widened. He turned to look at his wife, standing stiff following to the waitresses table.
'' Her tits are denudate underneath the ness. The front of the dress is spread out. Her nipples are rubbing against the burlap interior of the little cape. It causes more friction than the frock would. The ness sways more freely. '' Lora watched John 's face. He was fascinated and getting turned on. `` You see the way she is walking ? She is hobbled by a four in chain between her ankles. It is part of her obedience training. ``
whoremonger turned to her, his oral cavity slightly open. `` Obedience training ? ``
'' I told you. She watched the Lapp movies. ``
John turned and looked at his wife, seeing her in a whole new visible light now. All these twelvemonth, if he 'd just had the catgut to bestow up the subject, they might consume been playing secret plan all along.
'' There is a six inch rod in her cunt. '' John 's eyes blinked when Lora used the countersign. What kind of world was he entering ? `` There is an eight in 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 drinking glass of water in her hands.
'' And, I know this sounds workaday, but she 's rigged with both a outside control vibrator and a remote control shocking device. '' Lora slid the small box across the table to whoremaster. He was smiling now, his head swimming, his cock stiffening.
'' In a workweek ? All of this in a week ? ``
'' Ten days, '' Lora smiled. `` And years before that, John. '' She turned and looked in Marie 's centering. `` Years. '' She put up her manus and Marie froze in place, eyes fixed on Lora 's hand.
'' Watch, '' Lora said.
She cupped her script and tilted it. Marie raised the glass to her lips and took a crapulence of the tepid pee. Saint John the Apostle nodded. Lora lifted her power digit and twirled it. Marie, like a puppet on a bowed stringed instrument, slowly turned in a R-2, shifting her feet slowly because of the hobble.
When Marie was back in her original locating, Lora leaned forward and touched the table with the bakshish of her fore and middle digit. She pressed them and her knuckles parted slightly. John saw Marie 's face go slightly red as she opened her knee. The cause was so slight nobody would accept noticed it if they were n't looking, but to John -- and no doubt, Marie -- she might as well have just pulled up her clothes and spread her legs astray open.
'' Try the red button, second row. ``
whoremaster looked at Lora. She nodded toward the RC and repeated, `` second row. Red button. ``
John looked at the device. zip 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 Saint John the Apostle turned his head.
His wife was still standing motionless but he saw the water in the glassful was moving. Shaking. He looked up and saw she 'd closed her eyes. After another few moment, he saw her pressing her lips together tighter.
'' What do you think, bathroom ? Is that the vibrator ? Or is it the wire up her ass ? Or the one in her kitty-cat. ``
'' Oh, fuck ! '' John Lackland moaned, his cock cadaver at attending now. He watched his wife shiver, his finger still on the button, eyes getting wide.
'' John the Divine. King John, enough, '' Lora said. She reached across the table and pulled the device 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 separate you, '' Lora said with a jest. `` You can figure it for yourself. '' She put the device back in her pocketbook. `` Or you can ask your wife. ``
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Back in the room, John had Marie strip naked then took her up the ass for the first prison term, her on her hands and human knee, a leather hood over her drumhead ( Lora insisted ), and clover clamps on her nipples. John felt like he was in a movie and fucked his married woman 's ass for a long, long prison term. Fantasy after illusion played out in his head, his preferent movie cartridge clip, images of her down in the hotel lounge just a few moment ago, the look on Lora 's grimace as she handed over his bright, shiny new married woman to him.
Marie fucked back just as voiceless. 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 stopcock inside her for a week before Lora took her away, so it had been over three weeks since her go ass. And now Saint 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 throw thought it was upchuck, twisted, frightful. It was one thing for him to look out those moving-picture show, but if he knew his wife had the same phantasy, he would ingest gone wild. That 's what she had thought. Now she knew amend. All that wasted time. clip they had to make up for. She and Lora had a design but they would tell John about it later. Later. After he finished fucking her. She came again and again, sneaking her handwriting along the edge of the bed to catch the Ernst Boris Chain between the nipple clinch and rip them, hard, harder, 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 acutely yelp as the clamps bit into her mamilla one last clip.
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'' Are you two ready for a gap ? '' Lora asked.
whoremonger turned and looked at her, sitting calmly in an armchair in the corner. He 'd forgotten 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 head teacher of the bed, propped up on the pillows there. Marie crawled off of the bed and across the room to Lora. Lora removed the hood and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Marie got up on her knees, arms behind her back. Lora reached for the chain between the clinch and raised it, letting it dangle from her digit. `` 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 straits between John 's legs. She took his SOB in her mouth and cleaned him gently while Lora went into the kitchen.
'' Gospel According to John, ice water or Fosters ? ``
'' Beer. ``
'' She 's been wanting to do that for a foresighted prison term you know, '' Lora said from the kitchen as she opened the refrigerator.
John did n't resolve. His wife 's tongue was licking the buns of his shaft, just at the top of the ball sacking. He did n't know if the flavor or the sound was turning him on more, but his cock was responding already.
'' John ? '' Lora said as she handed him the big, gloomy can. `` We noticed something about your pic. ``
'' Uh, huh, '' John nodded.
'' You have some favorite motif. ``
St. John the Apostle nodded again, less sheepish this prison term. `` I know what I like, yes. ``
'' All of the movies on your favorite -- yes, we did observe your little hidden Page -- all of them are group fit. Big groups. ``
John rested his hand on the top of his wife 's point, directing her back toward his cockhead.
'' Yes. ``
Lora was silence for a moment, the sounds of Marie 's natural language filled the room.
'' I know a lot of men who like big lady friend. '' Lora said. `` A lot. ``
John nodded.
'' All over the world, John. A lot of men would wish their cocks deep inside your big, stave, luscious tramp steamer of a wife. ``
lav pushed his married woman 's head back toward his glob. She licked eagerly, her handwriting sliding down the bed and between her wooden leg.
hearing to them talk about her like that turned her on. Was there any luck trick would go for it ? They could let a grand life sentence from now on just living on fancy 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, strange putz after strange stopcock shooting their seed into her puss. bitch. Cunt. snatch. Lora had made her say it over and over all week while she masturbated. She repeated it in her capitulum until she came, her body shuddering at the Christian Bible and the touch modality of her fingers.
'' What do you say, John the Evangelist ? A world hitch. I can make water the organization. '' Lora got up and went back to the kitchen, poured herself another looking glass of wine. `` She 'll need more training and I 'll have to get in touch with a lot of the great unwashed. 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 Sir Thomas More than passport work. This is n't exactly something you write a contract about. ``
John shook his head word. `` No. No, you do n't. '' He grabbed his wife 's hair in his fist and pulled her head teacher back, looking into her eyes. `` You 're into this ? '' She lowered her centre. `` Hey ! quite a little of sentence 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 eye. `` Years. ``
privy still felt funny. Taking his wife around the mankind to service unknown in town he 'd never been to, following Lora to all the bedrooms and brothels she 'd no doubt slept in while she was building up her retirement fund.
whoremaster let go of her hair 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 haste, he 'd never verbalise to her that was but it made her gush. She squatted over him and reached underneath, impaling herself on his stiff cock. She sank it all the way in, felt the sharply pain already in her pegleg. She was n't going to be able to do this for more than a few seconds.
John the Divine watched her boldness, knew she was struggling, enjoyed it, her dedication to pleasing him, to turning herself over to this phantasy. He reached for the Ernst Boris Chain and yank hard, listened to her quick scream as he tore off the nipple clamps.
Lora watched her friend try to keep open her proportionality while she fucked her husband, watched the look on his cheek as she struggled. She smiled. He was hooked, she 'd won, her protagonist was going to get her fantasy.
She took out a small notebook and started writing down particular date and cities.

END of CHAPTER 1 ( calendar week 1-4 )