Marie 's Submissive year
Weeks 1-4 - stops

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WARNING and disavowal : This news report outlines the travel of a middle-aged wife who decided to drop a year exploring her long-repressed submissive side. Her hubby and her in force friend subject her to the risky kinds of depravation during a year-old international junket. If you do n't like that variety of thing, delight go read something else and do n't allow for feedback here about how frightful and disgusting the story is. It 's fable and it 's supposed to be.
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John looked at his picket. 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 Jockey shorts were marked and stacked, his IN box was, for the first time in years, clean and jerk. He 'd offloaded most of his workload to two of the other firm in townsfolk and had n't taken on any new piece of work since Marie lost her job three weeks ago. They did n't have sex what they were going to do, but they 'd always talked about traveling the world 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 speech sound rang and he took a quick birdsong from another voltage guest. It bothered him to be turning down study but they 'd did n't need the money and he wanted his calendar realize. Just in case.
They 'd done their reckoning and they could easily pull back on what they had in the banking concern and investments. Or at least have a class off. For a couplet in their late thirties, they 'd done incredibly well. Marie had been one of the archetype in a inauguration software program firm that had hit big and been bought. John 's life history in declaration law was less flashy but by staying independent and working with low viewgraph, he 'd banked just under a million dollars in the last few years. Plus they 'd bought Google on the way up. They were comfortable.
The alarum on his laptop computer beeped. It was noon. He 'd told Lora he 'd be there at noonday. Why was he hesitating ? Were n't Marie and Lora about to offer him the chance to last out his wildest teen aged phantasy ? The two of them had been planning `` something big '' since last-place weekend. Marie moved in with Lora ten days ago and he had n't seen her since.
Something about that thinking made his shaft stir. The quiver of the unknown. And his wife in the handwriting of their Friend Lora. It could mean anything. Maybe Lora had taught his wife some new antic. 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 St. John the Apostle buckled down to their jobs, Lora took to the road. Or the skies more specifically. Two years as a hostess followed by the net six or seven as a high priced `` escort ''. She 'd been all around the world, spending a Nox here, a hebdomad there, and once ninety days as the live-in `` mint 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 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. -- or in one cause, two calendar week -- the newspaper were signed and Lora took a share of the profits.
She 'd roleplay all the roles. The girlfriend, the ex-wife, the dominatrix, the submissive, Asiatic, Daniel Chester French, English -- whatever the customer wanted. And, over the class, there was almost no subvert, deviate act Lora had n't been asked to do. She attacked every one of them with gusto, reveling in the use of her soundbox for any purpose that brought more than amber into her coffers.
When Marie lost her job three calendar week ago, Lora had been agile to hint Marie get together her. They laughed about it the first time Lora mentioned it. At two-hundred XL two Ezra Loomis Pound on a five-foot-ten framing, Marie was not someone who made heads sour. That was n't exactly true, John persuasion, she *did* twist heads. There was something intensely carnal about her face -- her eyes and back talk and the way her neck flowed into her berm, then down into the segmentation of her natural DD chest. Her thick, brownness hair was usually pulled back in a single trot talk of the town but when she let it fall release around her typeface, she did Thomas More than turn forefront. John was sure she 'd made more than a few stopcock stand up and withdraw notice.
can smiled. His cock has stiffened as his imagination flashed on Marie sitting on the bed with Lora running a brush through her hair. 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 door. Twenty-five hundred dollars. Who would deliver ever expected to spend that sort of money on a causa ? He chuckled out loud. It 's strange how life history turns out sometimes.
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John poured the finale half of the Stephen Collins Foster 's into the short glass and held the can in his hand, looking at the recording label without reading it.
'' St. John the Apostle ? '' Lora said quietly.
bathroom did n't response.
'' whoremonger, it 's nothing to be embarrassed about. ``
He looked around. The lounge was nearly empty, even at lunch fourth dimension it did n't seem to draw much of a crowd. There was the bartender, two waitresses in short, smuggled garb, and only two other masses. A couple, sitting in a kiosk across the room, both in causa, a stack of newspaper on the table between them. Probably lawyers, he thought, then smiled.
'' How long has she known ? ``
'' Does that thing ? ``
'' Maybe. Maybe not. I do n't know. '' He took a drinkable. `` How long ? ``
'' At least a year. Not a lot long. ``
John shook his promontory, looked down at his glass.
'' Why did n't you ever mention it ? ``
He snapped his head up, looked into her centre, angry. `` Why ? Well, it 's not exactly the kind of thing you can drop in the heart of a conversation, is it ? 'Dear, you know all those night 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 suffer talked to me about it, you know. You two know about my life. ``
John got more angry. `` Talk to you about it ? You 're not my wife ? You 're insane, you know that ? '' He slammed the crank on the mesa. `` Damn it, Lora, you 're just insane. ``
Lora just stared at him.
'' I 'm sorry, '' he said after a few seconds.
Lora 's facial expression shifted slightly. She reached across the table and put her hired hand on top of his.
'' Do you see how promiscuous that was ? ``
John gave her a bewilder look.
'' Your work shift. You were tempestuous at me, but I held my ground and you caved in, you turned apologetic, you turned ... submissive. ``
toilet felt an uncomfortable twisting in his tum. That news turned him on but he 'd never put on it to himself. `` What 's your dot ? ``
'' People shift. hoi polloi can convert. ``
She reached for her purse on the bench beside her, rested it on the table.
'' Have you ever talked to Marie about meekness ? About Bondage ? ``
John looked up and scanned the room quickly. `` retain your vocalisation down. ``
'' Have you ? ``
trick shook his head. `` No, no, never. ``
Lora opened her purse and took out a small melanize case.
'' So you probably have no idea how often she came downstairs after you were gone and watched the Lapp motion picture you 'd watched before you came upstairs and fucked her ? ``
'' bull. ``
'' And she 'd she-bop right there in your chair, sweating and oozing onto your chair. The same chair you 'd been jerking off in, getting yourself ready to derive up and visit her. ? ``
'' Bullshit. ``
'' But, you are n't sure, are you ? I can hear it in your representative. ``
john stopped. He 'd wondered sometimes but never let himself imagine about it. She always said she was sleeping downstairs in the node 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 take it up the ass. ``
'' What the fuck ? Do you two talk about everything ? ''
Lora took her cell phone out of her purse and punched in a routine. `` We do now. '' She kept her eyes on him while she talked, `` you can come in now. '' Pause. `` Yes, in the couch. '' Pause. `` Exactly as you are. '' break. `` Or we could repeat Th Nox. I thought not. We will be here. ``
John felt his tum tighten. What had happened Thursday dark ? And if Marie was nearby, why was n't she there when he arrived ? They 'd sat through drunkenness and mushroom caps and talking for over half an minute while Marie had been waiting ... where ?
Lora opened the minuscule black case and john looked at the twist she slid into her hand. It looked like the remote restraint for a television set, small and black with buttons, node, and substitution. `` You can play with it later. I need to learn you how to use it, '' she said with a hint of confederacy in her voice.
She looked up and nodded over lav 's mightily 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 flannel. The neck was high and the arm came down to her wrist. There was a second bed over it, a waist-length mantle of the same material. His low gear thought, as laughable 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 unit and saw she was in closed-toe mule shoes, grim leather with one-inch hound. Marie 's arms hung at her English and John noticed she had rings on every finger, all silver or petwer, her middle finger on each hand had three or four, metacarpophalangeal joint 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 befuddled expression and went back to folding napkins.
When Marie reached the board, Lora slid over in the booth and patted the wooden bench. `` Sit, lamb. ``
Marie did n't affect. Saint John looked at her hand, noticed her fingers were moving, making minor nervous, twitchy apparent motion. She was staring at her shoes, her face frozen.
'' Now, '' Lora said sweetly.
Marie stood beside the terrace and lowered herself slowly until her bottom was on the bottom. Saint John the Apostle saw her backtalk tighten and he felt a haste through his crotch as he remembered scenes like this from a hundred dissimilar DandS picture show. Marie twisted, bringing her legs underneath the tabular array with a single turn, then set her custody palm down on the table in front of her.
bathroom 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 optic made them stand out even more than usual, her lashes were done to look prospicient than ever, and her lips were a shiny red without being cartoonish.
What stood out the most, though, was the way she held her question. Inclined slightly forward, her eyes focused on the spot on the tabular array between the tips of her fingers.
The three of them sat for respective minute of arc in silence. Occasionally, Marie would squirm or suck in a quick breathing spell, but she always regained her composure quickly while Lora just smiled. A thin film of stew broke over her forehead and John watched a single bead drip mould down her horn in, hanging from the tip until it fell, soaking into the framework 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. '' John 's hammer twitched as he remembered chronicle he 'd read about puddle control. What kind of plot 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 field glass and sat it on the table in front of Marie. Lora said thank you and the lady walked away quietly. Lora made a low motion with her deal and Marie picked up the glass. She sipped and Lora nodded. Marie sat the glass back on the board, her eyes returned to the same smear as before.


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'' John, '' Lora said, her vocalism as calm air as if they were talking about the weather.
can broke himself out of his fog and looked at Lora. `` Yeah ? ``
'' John, your wife has learned a lot about herself this last week. And it 's sentence you learned about her as well. And about yourself too. '' She turned to Marie. `` Marie, go ask the young lady for another drinking glass of water. ``
Without a word, Marie turned herself and stood up, walking slowly across the way toward where the waitress was sitting. She still took the tiny half-steps, her arms dangling at her sides.
'' She 's going weirdo, can you tell ? '' Lora asked, looking John in the eyes.
'' Something is going on, '' he said, his voice hoarse, aroused and slightly afraid.
'' That outfit looks affectionate, does n't it ? ``
lavatory nodded.
'' There is a layer of burlap underneath it. She is itching like hell. It 's ugly. I wore one for an entire week in Persia once. The wool over it keeps in the heat and every thin movement, even breathing, makes the burlap itch. ``
trick 's eyes widened. He turned to take care at his wife, standing stiff next to the waitresses table.
'' Her boob are denude underneath the ness. The front of the apparel is undefended. Her nipples are rubbing against the burlap inside of the minuscule mantle. It causes more friction than the dress would. The cape sways more freely. '' Lora watched St. John 's human face. 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 contribution of her obedience breeding. ``
Saint John turned to her, his back talk slightly subject. `` Obedience training ? ``
'' I told you. She watched the same picture. ``
John turned and looked at his wife, seeing her in a whole new light now. All these years, if he 'd just had the moxie to get up the subject, they might have been playing games all along.
'' There is a six in rod in her cunt. '' St. John the Apostle 's optic blinked when Lora used the word of honor. What sort of world was he entering ? `` There is an eight in long one up her ass. We 've been working very hard this last workweek. '' 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 routine, but she 's rigged with both a remote control vibrator and a remote command shocking device. '' Lora slid the small box across the tabular array to john. He was smiling now, his head swimming, his cock stiffening.
'' In a week ? All of this in a week ? ``
'' Ten day, '' Lora smiled. `` And eld before that, John. '' She turned and looked in Marie 's management. `` Years. '' She put up her hand and Marie froze in stead, eyes fixed on Lora 's hand.
'' lookout man, '' Lora said.
She cupped her bridge player and tilted it. Marie raised the deoxyephedrine to her brim and took a crapulence of the half-hearted body of water. John nodded. Lora lifted her index finger finger and twirled it. Marie, like a puppet on a bowed stringed instrument, slowly turned in a circle, shifting her metrical foot slowly because of the hobble.
When Marie was back in her original attitude, Lora leaned forward and touched the table with the confidential information of her fore and eye fingerbreadth. She pressed them and her knuckle duster parted slightly. John saw Marie 's cheek go slightly red as she opened her knees. The movement was so slight nonentity would have 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 wide open.
'' Try the red clit, second row. ``
lavatory looked at Lora. She nodded toward the RC and repeated, `` 2d row. Red clit. ``
Gospel According to John looked at the device. nothing was labeled, Lora must have memorized it all. He pressed the release and Lora chuckled. `` oblige it down. '' He did. Lora nodded toward Marie and John turned his head.
His wife was still standing motionless but he saw the weewee in the ice 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, Gospel According to John ? Is that the vibrator ? Or is it the wire up her ass ? Or the one in her puss. ``
'' Oh, lie with ! '' John moaned, his pecker clay at attention now. He watched his wife tremble, his finger still on the button, center getting wide.
'' John the Evangelist. John, enough, '' Lora said. She reached across the table and pulled the device away from him. They heard a collapse as the glass slid out of Marie 's handwriting and exploded on the floor.
'' I 'm not going to narrate you, '' Lora said with a laugh. `` You can figure 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, St. John the Apostle had Marie strip naked then took her up the ass for the first metre, her on her paw and knees, a leather cowl over her head ( Lora insisted ), and clover clamps on her nipples. Saint John felt like he was in a movie and fucked his married woman 's ass for a long, long time. phantasy after illusion played out in his head, his best-loved movie time, ikon of her down in the hotel lounge just a few minutes ago, the spirit on Lora 's face as she handed over his bright, shiny new wife to him.
Marie fucked back just as hard. Lora had brought her to the edge over and over but it was always dildoes or fingers or vibrators, she had n't had a dick inside her for a calendar week before Lora took her away, so it had been over three calendar week since her finale nookie. And now King 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 take thought it was sick, rick, horrifying. It was one thing for him to watch those movies, but if he knew his wife had the Saame fantasies, he would have gone crazy. That 's what she had thought. Now she knew bettor. All that wasted clock time. clock time they had to make up for. She and Lora had a architectural plan but they would tell lav about it later. Later. After he finished fucking her. She came again and again, sneaking her hand along the edge of the bed to snaffle the chain between the mamilla clinch and pull them, hard, harder, until she felt she 'd take out 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 mammilla one final stage clip.
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'' Are you two ready for a break ? '' Lora asked.
John turned and looked at her, sitting calmly in an armchair in the turning point. He 'd block she was there, watching, orchestrating it all.
'' Yeah, '' he managed between panting hint. He slid backwards, sliding his limp 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 elbow room to Lora. Lora removed the hood and gave her a osculation on the forehead. Marie got up on her knees, weaponry behind her back. Lora reached for the chain between the clinch and raised it, letting it dangle from her finger. `` I think I 'll leave these on while you finish the job. '' Marie nodded and crawled back to the bed. She climbed on and lowered her head between St. John the Apostle 's stage. She took his prick in her backtalk and cleaned him gently while Lora went into the kitchen.
'' toilet, ice water or Foster ? ``
'' Beer. ``
'' She 's been wanting to do that for a prospicient time you know, '' Lora said from the kitchen as she opened the refrigerator.
John the Divine did n't resolve. His wife 's spit was licking the bottom of his shaft, just at the top of the ball sack. He did n't have it away if the feeling or the strait was turning him on more, but his cock was responding already.
'' St. John ? '' Lora said as she handed him the big, blue can. `` We noticed something about your picture show. ``
'' Uh, huh, '' John nodded.
'' You have some favorite themes. ``
John nodded again, less sheepish this time. `` I know what I like, yes. ``
'' All of the movies on your Favorites -- yes, we did find your little hidden page -- all of them are grouping conniption. Big radical. ``
John rested his hand on the top of his wife 's caput, directing her back toward his cockhead.
'' Yes. ``
Lora was quiet for a moment, the sounds of Marie 's tongue filled the room.
'' I know a lot of men who like big missy. '' Lora said. `` A lot. ``
King John nodded.
'' All over the world, John. A lot of men would care their cocks deep inside your big, round, luscious hobo of a wife. ``
Gospel According to John pushed his married woman 's head back toward his Ball. She licked eagerly, her hand sliding down the bed and between her branch.
Listening to them talk about her like that turned her on. Was there any fortune King John would go for it ? They could have 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 countless man climbing on top of her, strange cock after unusual dick shooting their seed into her cunt. Cunt. 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 dead body shuddering at the Book and the touch of her fingers.
'' What do you say, John ? A macrocosm tour. I can make the agreement. '' Lora got up and went back to the kitchen, poured herself another looking glass of wine-coloured. `` She 'll need Sir Thomas More preparation and I 'll deliver to get in spot with a lot of people. You can handle the legalities, you know about that sort of affair. '' She came back into the elbow room. `` Of course, there should n't be much to a greater extent than passport piece of work. This is n't exactly something you write a contract about. ``
John Lackland shook his head. `` No. No, you do n't. '' He grabbed his wife 's hair in his fist and pulled her headway back, looking into her centre. `` You 're into this ? '' She lowered her eyes. `` Hey ! mountain of time for that later. '' He bent over, pulled her finisher. She looked up and he asked, `` you 've been fantasizing about this ? ``
'' For years, '' she whispered, still looking into his eye. `` days. ``
Saint John the Apostle still felt funny. Taking his wife around the existence to service strangers in townspeople he 'd never been to, following Lora to all the bedrooms and brothel she 'd no doubt slept in while she was building up her retirement fund.
lavatory let go of her hair and slid back toward the headboard.
'' All rightfulness, have intercourse pig. Get me in your ass. And squat so I do n't get crushed. ``
Marie felt a haste, he 'd never let the cat out of the bag to her that was but it made her blowup. She squatted over him and reached underneath, impaling herself on his stiff cock. She sank it all the way in, felt the sharp-worded pain sensation already in her legs. She was n't going to be able to do this for more than a few seconds.
John watched her case, knew she was struggling, enjoyed it, her dedication to pleasing him, to turning herself over to this fantasy. He reached for the range and yank hard, listened to her quick screech as he tore off the teat clamps.
Lora watched her protagonist try to keep her counterweight while she fucked her hubby, watched the looking at on his grimace as she struggled. She smiled. He was hooked, she 'd won, her friend was going to get her fantasy.
She took out a low notebook and started writing down dates and cities.

END of CHAPTER 1 ( weeks 1-4 )