Nathan Silvers

Wife chained and trained

CHAPTER ONE

Gloria sat thoughtfully in front of the mirror, polishing her nails. She had a big decision to make. Should she accept David's invitation to spend the weekend at his country home or not? It was not quite the simple decision it looked. Oh, she liked David, of course, he was the perfect gentleman to her. But Gloria had been a widow for only a year, and it might not look good. People might talk, and she didn't want a breath of scandal in her life.

If David had been the slightest bit like her dead husband, Mark, she wouldn't have considered it for a moment. Mark had been so much older than she, so it was hardly a surprise when the heart attack left her a not exactly wealthy, but certainly well-off widow. The thing she had only confessed to her closest friend, Jane, was that it had also been a relief.

The man had been an animal. It wasn't enough for him that Gloria was the most glamorous wife at any of his office functions. That she was always polite, talking to any of the men there. That she always dressed to please men, as her mother had always said a wife should. Her tight dresses that showed off her petite figure to the best advantage were always the talk of the parties, and Gloria had once overheard a very disgusting remark made by one of Mark's associates.

"Fuck me," he'd said to Mark, after far too much to drink. "That wife of yours must be a right little nympho in bed."

Gloria leaned back in her chair as her hand hovered over her nails and she blushed in terrible shame at the memory. Mark had merely laughed, and not even told the man what he thought of him for such a suggestion.

But that was typical of Mark. He probably wanted Gloria to be disgusting and demand sex. He certainly tried to get enough of it from her. Once he'd even forced himself on her, pinned her down to the bed and stuck that horrible thing of his in her delicate body and rammed it in and out, grunting like a pig, until all that horrible white stuff had shot out of it and he collapsed and let her go to the bathroom to clean herself off.

She was furious that he should do such a thing, but the shame was worse. He had humiliated her terribly, and she had almost left him over it.

She leaned back in the chair and let her tiny slip ride up over her thighs. She couldn't understand the terrible lusts men had. All of them, as they took in her luscious figure, her swelling tits under the soft-lace of the revealing clothes she wore, her slim waist, tight, round ass and long shapely legs, wanted to get her into bed. She tossed her long blonde hair back over her shoulders, got up and put her sandals on. In her white stockings, and flimsy slip, she walked into the bathroom and surveyed herself in the full length mirror. She was a beauty, that was obvious, and any man would want to have her as his wife. That was why it was wonderful to have met David.

He never made improper suggestions. He opened doors for her, and was always the most polite of men. Perhaps it was nearly time to marry again, and perhaps David would be the man of her dreams, her knight in shining armor, the man who would put her on the pedestal she deserved.

She ran her hands over her tits and down to her waist. Then further, to the soft warmth of her inner thighs. It was nice, the feeling she got when she did that. Not that she could be as disgusting as she had heard some women were and caress themselves between their legs, where their sweet little pussies were. The very thought made her tremble, and she hurriedly dropped her slip and went to the basin and gave her face a fast wash. That calmed her down, and gave her time to think.

David had been so nice about it all. "Take your time," he said. "You can come any weekend you like. You can ride if you like, and even if I'm away on business for a while the servants will take very good care of you. Just give me a call."

Gloria had now been thinking about it for several weeks, and David had never insisted, always let it be known it was her decision. And, well, if he was the man of her dreams, there was only one way to let him know she was ready again to marry the right man.

So she would go. The decision came over her in an instant. She was sure it was right, she went straight to the phone and told David. He was delighted, and insisted on making all the preparations.

Late that Friday afternoon, Gloria arrived at the small airport and was escorted to the waiting limousine. The chauffeur was a tall, fair-haired man, who picked up Gloria's bags and lifted them effortlessly into the trunk of the car.

"Good evening, madam," he said, "my name is James, but everybody calls me Jim. It isn't a long trip. I hope you will be comfortable, can I serve you a drink?"

"No thank you," said Gloria with a touch of alarm. Surely, David would have told his staff that she never drank.

"Certainly," said Jim as he climbed into the front seat and drove off.

Gloria relaxed as they went. The New England countryside was at its most beautiful at this time of year, and each glorious red and brown tree that passed made her more and more certain that this was going to be the most wonderful weekend. She could picture herself and David, walking through the woods together, alone. And perhaps she could tell him, accept his love and then, perhaps.

She was interrupted by the sight of the house as they turned into the drive. It was a wonderful old building from the nineteenth century, not as big as she had imagined, but with all the charm in the world to make up for it. The car pulled up at the door, and there was David to welcome her.

"Hello, David," said Gloria, and extended her hand which he kissed gallantly.

"This is Mandy and this is Alva," he said, indicating the two maids on either side of him.

Both the girls curtseyed to Gloria, and Gloria thought what a wonderful, thoughtful man David was. Two servants for her, and such nicely dressed girls too! From the tips of their tiny white caps to the toes of their high-heeled pumps, they were immaculate. And neither of them was as beautiful as Gloria, which was also the way she liked it. Not that there were many women as beautiful as her.

Jim carried the bags, and Mandy and Alva took Gloria to her room. It was light and airy and gave a view over the front lawn to the woods about a hundred yards away. To the left was the paddock and some quietly grazing horses.

"Oh, look at this," Mandy cried as she was putting Gloria's clothes away. "Oh you do have the most wonderful things."

She held up one of Gloria's short nighties and held it against her body. It had a lacy tie between the tits, and it was one of Gloria's favorites.

Gloria turned away from the window. She was going to let it pass, but she knew that if you let servants take advantage of you they could make your life miserable.

"Put that down!" she snapped. "Did I give you permission to touch my things?"

"Oh no, sorry, Miss," said Mandy and hurriedly put the nightgown away.

"Don't let it happen again!" Gloria snapped and turned back to the window. "I shall tell David about this."

"Yes, Miss," said Mandy, shame-faced.

The rest of the afternoon, however, was fun. Gloria was shown round the grounds by David, and the two of them had a wonderful conversation, one that hinted at romance to come. Gloria was very happy at dinner, and enjoyed the meal just her and David, with the obsequious servants in the background. He complimented her on her dress, her black one, bow at the neck and cut to the thigh at one side. Gloria smiled and accepted the compliment.

She went to bed early, it had been a long day for her, but somehow she couldn't sleep. So she got up and started to write a letter to Jane, telling her all the wonderful things that were happening, and how she would give her more news later. Somehow she got carried away, and the letter was pages long by the time she realized it. So she decided to post it anyway. But she didn't have a stamp, and Gloria hated to leave things unfinished. So she got up, put one of her robes on and went out to find David to ask him for one.

The house seemed to be deserted, and she hadn't really been round it much. She followed the passages quietly, not wanting to wake anybody who was asleep, listening for any sound. For a long time she didn't hear a thing, and she was getting a little frightened. She was in one of the lower passages when she heard a sound coming through one of the doors. Thinking it had to be David, she opened it and went though.

It was another, even darker passage, and Gloria had to grope her way to a thin stream of light coming under another door down the hall. She opened it. The room beyond was dark, and what light there was came through a window in the far wall. Gloria went over to it and got the biggest shock of her life.

CHAPTER TWO

It took a little while to sink in. The window, which couldn't really be a window, Gloria realized, looked down into a large basement room. Most of the walls were bare stone, and on them were racks of whips and strange devices. There were some raised platforms on the floor, some of them padded and some not. There were also numerous ring bolts and other restraints all over the place, and several pieces of what almost looked like gymnasium apparatus.

All that was bad enough, but there in the room was David with Mandy and Alva. He sat casually in a large chair, no longer dressed in his usual immaculate suit, but in tight leather pants and an open-necked white shirt. He toyed with a leather whip, running it through his hands slowly as he stared at the girls.

Bath of them stood in front of him, trembling with what Gloria was sure was fear. They looked so vulnerable in their short uniforms, the hems of their dresses hardly reaching to the tops of their stockings. Their tits heaved as they breathed hard and stared at the whip which David ran through his hands.

"So you thought you'd get a little fresh, early, did you?" David asked. "Gloria tells me you commented on one of her nighties."

"Oh yes, sir, sorry, sir," said Mandy, her eyes staring, her breath ragged.

"Now I gave you very strict instructions, didn't I?" said David, running the whip slowly in front of her eyes.

"Yes, you, yes, you d-did," stammered Mandy.

"And you disobeyed me, didn't you?"

"Yes, sir, yes, I did," Mandy gasped and she ran her hands down over her thighs and pushed them apart, rubbing shamelessly into her pussy.

"You always do, don't you?" said David smoothly. "I am going to have to punish you very severely for that."

"Oh, yes, yes, sir, yes, you will!" Mandy gasped, and her hands worked inside her panties, pushing her dress out of the way.

"You little whore," said David with a grin. "You're going to get it tough this time. Spread your legs!"

Panting and gasping, Mandy did as she was told, spreading her high-heeled shoes apart on the floor and easing the short dress up to her waist.

"Now, bring yourself off first," said David, leaning back in the chair and watching with evident amusement. "Then you get your ass whipped."

Mandy groaned and her fingers went inside the hem of her tiny, black panties and rubbed at her clit in a fury of lust.

From her hiding place, Gloria stared in utter horror. This man, whom she was falling in love with, this wonderful gentleman, was sitting in a chamber of horrors, watching one of his maids masturbate to his command. She felt sick, she had to get away, but something held her there. She almost wanted to see how sick and perverted the whole thing would become. Then she would have all the evidence she needed to make David order her a taxi and get her out of this dreadful place. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes as she realized how cruelly she had been deceived.

"I suppose you're feeling your usual horny self," said David pleasantly to Alva as the two of them watched Mandy rubbing her pussy and moaning as the lust built in her.

"Oh yes, sir," said Alva shyly. Her hands were on the hem of her dress and she slid it up, showing her panties to David. "I'm really wet sir, look at me."

David reached out and ran his fingers over the damp nylon.

"Of course," he said smoothly. "I think you deserve to have that sucked, don't you?"

"Oh thank you sir, thank you," Alva gasped and rolled her hips shamelessly on David's hard hand.

Beside her, Mandy was going crazy as she rubbed her little pussy and came.

"Oh shit!" she gasped. "Oh fuck, I'm coming!"

Her little cunt twitched and throbbed, and she gave a low moan as the orgasm overwhelmed her. Her knees sagged, and she almost fell to the floor.

David laughed. "What a little cunt!" he said. "Now bend over the platform."

Mandy gave another gasp and went instantly to the waist-high, padded platform, a few feet away. She bent down, face to the thick, soft carpet and spread her arms, still moaning and gasping.

"Legs!" David commanded, and Mandy opened her shapely legs, spreading them until her thighs were wide and showed the damp crotch of her panties. David walked slowly up to her and flipped the short dress up to her waist, revealing her rounded ass, the suspender belt and the lacy strips of fabric that held her stockings up. Mandy presented a wonderful sight, though Gloria was sickened at it. The girl's legs were stretched tight, her knees locked, and her heaving ass was high in the air, moving slowly and lewdly as Mandy moaned, hugging the top of the platform.

David walked round, examining his victim. He nodded to Alva, and without a moment's hesitation, she stripped her panties off and climbed onto the platform.

Gloria didn't believe what happened next. Alva slid between Mandy's arms, took her head in her hands, and forced it into the wide-open lips of her pussy.

"Suck it, bitch!" she said, and Mandy gave another groan and her mouth sank onto the cunt of the other woman.

Gloria gasped and put her hand to her mouth. It was far worse than she had thought. This was a terrible den of vice, a sink of sin that would have to be exposed.

And things got worse. David walked behind Mandy's thrusting, ass and ran his hands over her hot ass cheeks. Mandy moaned and sucked at him, her body rolling on the soft carpet. Slowly, David took the sides of Mandy's panties and slid them into the crack of her ass, removing the last of the minute protection she might have had.

"I'm afraid," he said slowly, "that I shall have to punish you very severely for this. I shall whip you until Alva has been sucked enough, and judging by what you made her take the last time she was in trouble, I think YOU are in for a very sore ass indeed."

Mandy groaned and sucked, hard at the soft wet pussy flesh. Alva was, leaning back, spreading her legs. She pulled a back support in and that allowed her to sit up and watch the beating that Mandy was about to get.

David lined up the whip and raised it in the air. It was a short-handled leather whip, with several braids of knotted leather running from the handle. He swung it through an arc and thrashed it down across Mandy's heaving ass cheeks.

Gloria held her hand to her mouth as Mandy screamed and heaved on the platform. Thin red lines ran all over her ass, and she moaned as Alva pulled her back to suck her pussy. David crashed the whip down again, and Mandy leapt higher, her mouth imprisoned between Alva's thighs, her screams muffled by the hot flesh.

"Lick it, cunt," said Alva. "Lick it right up my pussy."

Mandy gave another moan, and her mouth opened even wider and she slid her tongue as far into Alva's throbbing cunt as she could. Behind her, David raised the whip again and lashed her ass hard, getting another muffled scream from the girl. Again, he whipped her and her ass was rapidly getting as red as a ripe tomato. As he raised his hand again, Alva started to come.

"Ooooohhhh, yeaahhhh!" she yelled. "Suck it, you shit, suck it good!"

Her body spasmed on the platform and she spread her legs even farther as David started to give Mandy a series of sharp, regular blows.

"You got it coming," Alva went on, her voice cracking in triumph. "You got the shit whipped out of me last time and now it's your turn. Oh whip her, sir, whip her please!"

David crashed the whip down and Mandy's screams became continuous as she sucked desperately at Alva's demanding cunt. Her ass was a solid mass of red now, and each sharp blow of the whip dug deep into her flesh, raising new welts and red lines. Still she circled, raising her ass to meet each expected blow, driving down hard as the leather landed and her beaten sore ass took the pain.

Alva leaned back as she shouted and yelled with the force of her come. Her legs widened, and she forced her hot pussy against Mandy's mouth until her cunt hair was wet and slicked down, and her pussy lips were wide apart. Gloria could sep her red pussy slit as it plunged up and down over Mandy's face.

David swung the whip through the air again and Mandy heaved, her dark hair jerking up, then falling back around her neck. For a split second her mouth came away from Alva's cunt and she gave a scream of lust so pure and strong that Gloria put her hands over her ears.

"Oooaaagghhh," Mandy yelled, and her voice echoed from the stone walls. "Oh fuck me, harder, please, harder, sir, aaaggghhh, oh yeahhhh!"

But Alva pulled Mandy's head back to her cunt as she reached for something to send her into the final burning reaches of her come, and Mandy's joke screamed through a gag of flesh as David landed the whip with terrible brutality. Both girls were out of their minds as they twisted together in the throes of orgasm.

"Oh yeahhhh," Alva sighed as her came peaked and crested. She released Mandy's face from her pussy, and Mandy lay there moaning as David gave her a last few lashings. Then he stopped, and Mandy gasped and her hands went round to massage her beaten ass.

"Oh thank you, sir, thank you," she murmured shamelessly, her hands rubbing her sore flesh. "I promise I'll be a good girl from now on, sir, I will."

David just grinned again and threw the whip to the floor. "Well, it's time far both of you to be good girls," he said, and stood there, his legs apart, waiting.

Neither Mandy nor Alva hesitated. In a rush, they got off the platform and went over to where their master waited. Both of them sank to their knees in front of him, and they reached greedily for the front of his pants. In one motion, Alva slid his zip right down until his pants were open.

Mandy pulled the black leather wide open, and Alva reached in and pulled his rock-hard cock out.