Nathan Silvers

Chained slave wife

CHAPTER ONE

Sylvia Kern heard the crunch of the tires on the gavel. Patrick, her husband was home. She felt her pussy convulse, and she glanced hurriedly round the room to make sure everything was in its place. The lighting was soft and seductive, the ropes were out if he wanted to use them, and the padded bench was in place in the center of the carpet. She heard him open the front door.

"Hi honey," she called.

"Hi," he shouted. "Any coffee on?"

"Yes, the pot's on the stove."

She waited breathlessly while she heard him clinking mugs and opening the refrigerator. It was only a few minutes, but to her it seemed like hours before he opened the bedroom door and came in. Patrick was tall, over six feet, and his muscular body had stayed firm for the ten years of their marriage. Instantly he knew what was on her mind, and he grinned, tossed his jacket over a chair and sat down in another chair, eyeing Sylvia as she got up off the bed and paraded slowly into the middle of the room.

"Did you have a nice evening with John?" she asked sliding a hand slowly into the opening of her long robe.

"Well, the poor fucker's really in a mess," said Patrick, easing back in the chair and stretching his legs. "It's that bitch of a wife of his." He grinned again and yawned, taking a gulp of his coffee. "Apparently, she's dressing up in all this seductive gear and turning him on, then pulling away and treating him as if he's some kind of sex fiend and should be locked up. The poor bastard's jerking off for relief."

"You know what she needs," said Sylvia, so taken with the idea she stopped running her hands over her body. "How about we get them to take a weekend with us and Cindy and Hank? At the cabin? That would break her in. And Cindy said they've got a new slave you've just got to fuck. How about that?"

Patrick gazed at his wife for a few seconds. "Worth a try," he said. "Ill call Hank in the morning."

"Good," said Sylvia and moved closer to him. "I hope you're ready." She began opening the top of her robe. "I was a really bad girl today."

"Uh-huh," said Patrick, feeling his cock already stiffening in his pants.

"Yes," said Sylvia softly, opening her robe the rest of the way and dropping it on the floor. "A really bad girl."

After all these years, Patrick still gasped as she stood there. Her long wavy brunette hair flowed over her shoulders and her blue eyes were wide with expectation and desire. But it was the fact that Sylvia wore her schoolgirl uniform that really turned Patrick on. She was hot. She really wanted it tonight. The white, low-cut blouse just covered the lower half of her thrusting tits, and the dark-blue straps of her schoolgirl dress just ran over the nipples, keeping them hidden from view. The pleated skirt stopped well short of her knees, flaring out over her taut ass cheeks. Below the dress were her white stockings, matching the blouse and outlining a pair of legs that begged to be stretched open. The high heels she wore accentuated those legs to the point that Patrick wanted to leap out of the chair and ram his cock into her pussy right away, but he restrained himself. He had some work to do first.

"So you were a bad girl, were you?" he asked.

"Oh, yes sir," she whispered, sounding as if she were terrified. "I was a very bad girl, sir." She gasped at the thought and ran her hands over the short skirt, easing it up as she caressed her thighs.

"So what did you do?" asked Patrick, rubbing his cock in his pants.

"I watched a dirty movie, sir," said Sylvia softly, her voice trembling, her hands on her waist and running up to the swelling mounds of her tits.

"I see," said Patrick.

"And I… I made myself come, sir, while I watched it," said Sylvia.

"That is certainly a very bad girl," agreed Patrick. He sat up a little in the chair. "We shall have to punish you very severely for that."

"Yes, sir, you must," Sylvia gasped, her fingers now opening the top button of her blouse and slipping wantonly in to pinch her hard nipples.

"Take my shoes and socks off," Patrick ordered.

Willingly Sylvia came forward, knelt at his feet and slipped his casuals off. Then she took his socks off and toned them aside.

"My shin, girl," Patrick ordered.

"Oh, yes, sir," Sylvia whispered.

Slowly she worked her hands up his strong body, running them over the stiff cock-bulge in his pants, then over his chest until she was at the open neck of his shirt. She half stood, nuzzling her lips into his neck as her fingers rapidly opened his shirt and pulled it out of the waistband of his pants.

"Did I tell you to kiss me?" he snapped.

"Oh, sorry, sir."

Sylvia pulled his shirt away and then, on the next order, she knelt again and pulled the zipper of his pants down, opening the button reaching in for his prick. She moaned at the hardness and strength of his cock, pulling it to her hot slick lips.

"Did I tell you to suck my cock?" Patrick asked, his voice full of menace.

"Oh, no, sir, no you didn't," Sylvia said, her voice cracking as she moaned again and licked at the tip of his prick.

"Take my pants off and leave my cock alone," he said.

"Please, sir – let me suck it, just a bit more," Sylvia begged, her tongue flicking over his cock, her hands on his balls.

"If you don't stop at once, I'll start counting, and you get one extra stroke of the whip for each number."

Patrick leaned back, in the chair and slowly counted to ten. Sylvia kept going crazy on his cock. She was even hotter than he had thought. In fact, she was going to bring him off at any moment.

"Oh, please, sir," she begged. "Please let me suck you off sir. I was such a bad girl. Then you must whip me till you're hard again and then have me anyway you want. Please, sir." She ran her open mouth down the length of his cock until she was licking his balls and her fingers ran up and down his rock-hard fucker. "Please, sir? I'll be such a good girl."

"This is your last chance," he said. "If your mouth goes over my cock once more, that's exactly what you'll get."

With a groan of utter lust, Sylvia worked her mouth back up his cock and took it deep into her mouth again.

Patrick got to his feet and pulled her onto his throbbing prick. His hands wound themselves in her hair and he held her close, letting her mouth work inches on and off his cock. Sylvia murmured deep in her throat and her hands went down to her pussy, sliding inside her panties and working the clit. Patrick threw his head back and pulled her willing mouth right onto his cock, fucking it into her throat.

"Oh, shit!" he shouted, pulling at her hair until his cock was in her mouth to the balls.

"Suck me, you little whore." He began pulling his prick out, watching as she took in air with great heaving sobs and licked over the head of his prick while she hung onto the prickshaft as if for dear life. Sylvia leaned in, her hair still in his grasp, letting him ram home again until she could feel his cock fucking in and out of her throat. She let her throat muscles work on his cock, tightening, then releasing.

"Shit, am I gonna whip your ass," he snarled.

"Whip it until I'm hard enough again to fuck it. Fuck that ass of yours, when it's still red and throbbing. Make you scream, you little whore, make you scream!"

"Oh, yes, sir – yes, I deserve it, I was so bad today," she gasped. "Oh, come in my mouth, please come in my mouth."

"Suck," he said, and pulled her in again. The soft red lips surrounded his cock tightly, forming a perfect circle as her wicked tongue started to work the underside of his cock shaft and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. "That's right, you bitch."

Sylvia's hand went back down to her cunt, but Patrick saw her do it.

"Get that hand back on my cock," he ordered. "You come by sucking me, or you don't come, bitch."

For one desperate second Sylvia let her fingers close over her twitching clit, and that was more than enough. The first pulse of orgasm shot out from her pussy and all over her body. She sucked on his cock, taking it even deeper. She moaned as her orgasm burst harder through her, the sound muffled on his cock. Desperately, she pulled him closer, until her face was flush against his dark cock hair and her throbbing tits could scrape against the stiff hair on his thighs. Again she moaned, working her tits up and down his legs.

Then she felt his cock leap as it always did just before it was about to shoot. He was yelling as the cum burst out of his piss slit to stream out into her hot mouth. She moaned with a final wave of orgasm as the salty cock cream pumped down her throat and she swallowed, again and again, taking it down. But even then, the cum backed up, filling her cheeks until she let some of it escape from her lips and flow down over her chin.

"Oh, yes!" Patrick yelled as his cock fucked in and out of her red lips, shooting cum all the time. "Suck it all down!"

He watched as her tongue flicked out to get more of his jism. Sucking as the slid down, the last waves of her orgasm washing over her, Sylvia took the last shots of cum from her husband. Then she cleaned his cummy cock with her mouth and caught the cum on her chin with her fingers and licked them clean, too. Then she just sat at his feet and looked up at him. Her short skirt just covered the tops of her thighs and her blouse was now open almost to the waist, showing the whole of her tit.

Patrick looked down at her.

"Now get me the whip," he said. "I'll teach you not to suck me off before I tell you to."

"Yes, sir," she said, and she got to her feet, flicking her skirt so that he could see her panties as she did so.

CHAPTER TWO

Sylvia walked over to the closet and came back with the leather whip. It had a short handle, and nine strips of knotted leather reached out about four feet.

"Here you are," she whispered, and she gave it to Patrick.

"So you finger-fucked yourself to a porno movie," he said softly, running the thongs of the whip through his fingers.

"Yes, sir," said Sylvia, spreading her legs and lifting the hem of her skirt until it was clear of the stocking tops. "I watched one about a girl getting raped by four men, sir. Oooohh, the things they made her do, sir."

Her fingers were inside her panties, rubbing the slick damp flesh of her pussy.

"I see," said Patrick, watching as his wife worked her cunt back, up into a frenzy. "And how many times did you come?" He flicked the whip threateningly through the air.

"Oh, I don't know, sir. Lots of times, everytime she came when they shot cum all over her face or into her ass, sir."

"Bend over the bed," said Patrick.

Sylvia gasped again and fucked a finger into her pussy before obeying. Their bed was high off the ground, especially for these occasions. The top of the mattress was just at Sylvia's waist and she bent down over it, spreading her arms out on the cover, her face deep in the soft warm down of the comforter. Her breathing was getting ragged again and her pussy started to run as Patrick slowly walked around the bed, looking at her. His hands moved over her ass, and he slowly eased one of his fingers into the crotch of her panties, still covered by her schoolgirl skirt. With the command of a true master, he slowly fucked his finger into her cunt, making her body roll and twitch at the sensations.

"You horny little bitch."

His hands pulled at the waistband of her panties, pulling them down, over the stocking tops and down her legs until he made her step out of them. Then he walked away and she stayed there, face down, waiting for whatever he chose to do next. Suddenly she felt the leather thong around her ankle. He pulled her legs farther open and tied her ankles to the stout wooden support of the bed.

Sylvia moaned and gasped and the first spasms of new orgasms flicked around her throbbing little cunt and ran down into her thighs and belly. But Patrick wasn't finished yet. He walked slowly to the head of the bed, lashing more thongs around her wrists and tying those to the headboard. Then Sylvia was utterly helpless.

He moved closer and flipped the blue skirt up, over her ass to her waist. Now she was totally exposed, her rounded ass cheeks bare except for the small, white panties that concealed very little. They hugged close to the deep cavern of her ass, but he still leaned in and gently slid the sides together until all of the nylon was gathered in the crack of her ass.

"Well now," he said, and he stepped back, lining her ass up, swinging the whip though the air, letting her hear it. "Such a naughty little girl."

"Aaaaaghhh!" Sylvia screamed as the whip cut across the taut flesh of her ass cheeks. Patrick lined it up again and lashed down, getting another scream from his wife.

"I'm sorry for all this pain, my dear," he said softly. "But you have been such a bad girl, I'm going to I have to whip you very hard." He thrashed the rolling globes of her ass again.

"Oh, yes!" Sylvia screamed. "Oh, God, I've been so bad. Oh, punish me, please, punish me."

She screamed again and again as Patrick settled in and gave her ass a series of hard, regular whippings. Again and again he whipped her until her ass was red, the tortured ass flesh flinching under each impact.

She yelled, her body going crazy under the beating, her ass thrusting up and down, reaching unashamedly for each downward beat of the knotted leather. Her ass cheeks got steadily redder as Patrick thrashed her again and the pain shot all over her body, mingling with the excitement of her rising come, pain and pleasure mixing, the orgasms building to an incredible climax.

But the bastard wasn't going to let her have her orgasm yet. Patrick knew her perfectly. He watched as her ass circled in the air and she begged for more, begged to be punished for being such a bad girl. Then, as he should have given her another hard whipping, he held his hand, watching as her body tensed for the stroke, then trembled when it didn't come.

"Oh, please!" she yelled. "Please, I'm going to come, please, whip me, please, please, please!"

Patrick walked to the head of the bed and moved over onto the mattress and sat between his wife's bound arms. She whimpered and cried, her body held just short of the great climax she wanted so much.

"You told me to whip you until my cock was hard again," said Patrick. He yanked her head up by the hair again and rammed her mouth onto his prick. "Do you think it's hard enough yet?"

His prick was as hard as it had been the moment it shot the first cum-load into her mouth. Sylvia rolled her lips round the huge cock shaft, sank it deep into her throat. He pulled her head back up.

"Oh, no, sir," she gasped. "No, it's not hard enough yet, sir. It's all my fault. You must whip me again, please, sir, whip me again." She groaned and tried to suck his cock again, but he held her head away from it, "Please, sir, please. I'll do anything, anything."

Satisfied, Patrick got back off the bed and Sylvia gasped with, new lust as she heard the whip sing through the air and crash onto her ass again. She sobbed, her face in the bed, her ass longing for the new pain he had promised her.

This time he didn't cheat her. At the top of each upward thrust of her red, throbbing ass, the whip crashed down to add another row of stripes to the soft ass flesh. Her ass cheeks were inflamed and the pain flowed through her entire body, reaching to the tips of her nipples as they rubbed deep into the bed, helping her get herself off. The orgasm grew and grew inside her body, the whip adding new dimensions until it burst deep in her guts, exploding outwards, and she could hear herself in an endless scream of release as the whip peaked each throb of come, raising her higher until she gave one final yell and collapsed on the bed, the tension broken, her body relaxing.

But she wasn't finished and she knew it. She felt his expert hands running aver her ass cheeks, softly, caressing.

"Now that's a good little girl," she heard him say through the haze of her slowly dying come. "I think we can give you a little reward for all that." A jet of soothing lotion shot over the burning globes of her ass.

Softly, he spread the lotion over her ass. The cool liquid spread over the red ass flesh and Sylvia murmured contentedly as he slowly spread it and worked it in, giving her a wonderful slow massage, kneading the ass flesh until it relaxed and Sylvia lay there contentedly.

Then his fingers took the lotion to the puckered entrance of her ass, and the very touch sent Sylvia into a new moan of arousal.