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The Bondage Wife

Part 1 of 3: Marriage After 20 Years

It was another night of bland sex. Neither of them complained. After 20 years of marriage, sex had become more of a routine than anything else.

Maureen came back to bed after washing herself between the legs. She turned off the light, got underneath the covers, and laid next to her husband.

"That was lovely," she said.

"It was," Steve replied. "Kind of nice with the kids off to college, isn't it?"

She poked him with her elbow. "What an awful thing to say."

"But you have to admit, it's nice that we don't have to keep things quiet anymore. And we get to leave the door open."

Maureen thought for a moment. "I guess so. But I still miss them dearly."

"So do I."

She closed her eyes. "Night."

"Goodnight dear," he replied, kissing her on the forehead.

***

The next afternoon was a typical workday for Maureen. She was an accountant for a mid-level accounting firm. With the recent economic growth in the downtown area, she had plenty of work to do for new clients.

During lunch, she ate with the same group of women for the past many years. They talked about their usual topics: Gossip, entertainment news, family, their kids, new recipes, ect...

They were all best friends and they always enjoyed each others company.

It was nearly 5 pm by the time Maureen came home. Steve's car was already in the driveway. When she went inside the house, it was particularly quiet. Steve was usually quick to say 'hello'. She called out for him, but there was no answer.

When Maureen stepped into the kitchen, a pair of arms wrapped around her body from behind. The hands lewdly groped her breast. She screamed loudly.

"It's okay!" he said, releasing her. "It's me! It's me!"

She quickly turned around to see a stunned look on Steve's face. He clearly wasn't expecting his wife to react like that.

"God! Steve! Don't ever scare me like that again!"

"I wanted to surprise you."

"How was that a surprise?" she fumed. "You scared the living daylights out of me. I thought I was being attacked!"

"I'm sorry. I was just trying to be romantic."

"There's nothing romantic about being touched that way."

"I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

Maureen took a moment to calm down. "I didn't mean to get so upset. It's just, please be a little more considerate with your surprises, okay?"

"We never have fun anymore. Have you noticed that?"

"Please, Steve, I'm not in the mood for this right now."

"Okay," he nodded in defeat.

Maureen turned away and went to the bedroom to change her clothes. She sat on the bed and sighed.

***

The next afternoon. Maureen was in front of the computer doing her accounting work. Her phone rang. It was her husband. She answered the call, and when Steve said it was important, she told him to wait a moment while she walked outside for privacy.

She wondered what the call was about. Steve rarely ever called while she was at work. It couldn't have been about their previous fight, she assumed, because she had already given him make-up sex that night.

"Yes?" she said when she was outside, away from the other co workers.

"Let's take a trip next week," he replied bluntly. "There's a private place we can stay near San Diego."

"I really can't. Things are so busy with my job right now."

"Mine too. But we can make time. We can go next Friday and stay over the weekend. Just take an extra day off from work."

"There's no need for this," she replied, trying to reason with him. "I'm not mad at you. I thought we cleared this up yesterday?"

"It's not about yesterday. It's about our marriage."

Those words sent a shock down Maureen's spine. She had always assumed that their marriage was strong and that she gave Steve everything he ever wanted in a wife.

"Is our marriage in trouble?" she asked.

"Don't talk like that. But there's a way to make our marriage ...better..."

Another sting went down her spine.

"What's this trip about?"

"I think there's someone who can help us."

"A marriage counselor?" she asked in surprise.

He paused a moment. "Yes. Something like that. A marriage counselor."

"We aren't doing that bad, are we? I thought...I thought..."

Maureen's voice was getting stuffy and her eyes watered.

"We're not doing bad at all," he replied, trying to reassure her. "I just think we can improve. This is something I've been thinking about for a while."

"Fine. If you think it's for the best."

"Thank you sweetheart. I'm sorry for calling you at work. It's a last minute thing. There was a last minute opening in her schedule and I wanted to take it."

Maureen raised an eyebrow. "Her? The counselor is a woman?"

"Yes."

"What do you know about this person? Why do we need to travel so far?"

"I'll explain it to you later. But she has a unique reputation. And I think it's going to work wonders for us."

"If that's what you want, then fine."

"I'm glad you're open to this. We'll discuss the details tonight."

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye."

The call ended and Maureen was dumbstruck with her phone in hand. A bombshell had been dropped on her and she realized that she would do whatever it took to keep her marriage strong.

***

Several days later. Maureen stood in the bedroom folding clothes for the upcoming trip. She knew the weather was going to be hot, so she packed accordingly- tshirts, shorts, sandals, and swimwear which Steve told her to bring since they would be near the beach.

She didn't want to go, not just because it was costing them thousands of dollars, but because there was too much going on with her work. But it was best for their marriage, so she didn't want to fight about it.

What bothered her the most was that Steve was being unusually coy and vague about the marriage counseling. In all their years of marriage, they had always been open about everything. There were never any secrets. There were never any lies. It was why their marriage was so successful.

Until now...

Too much of her time was spent wondering why Steve wanted to see a counselor. What's wrong with our marriage? I thought everything was fine. I thought everything was perfect between us. Is it the sex? Am I not good enough anymore? Does he want someone else? Is he having an affair?!

The suitcase was almost full. All she needed was the swimsuit. There was an old pair in her closet. She hadn't worn it in years.

She undressed in front of the mirror. She looked at her naked body. The slight lines on her face had grown. Her once perky breasts had begun to sag. Her hips were getting thicker despite the aerobics. No wonder Steve wants to see a counselor.

She wore the swimsuit and posed in front of the mirror. This will do.

Just then, Steve emerged from his home office and approached Maureen with a frown on his face.

"What's wrong?" she asked, still in her swimsuit.

"I just got off the phone with my boss. One of our clients has just been hit with a multi-million dollar lawsuit. I can't go to San Diego anymore."

She looked in his eyes and knew that Steve was telling the truth. A glimmer of hope crossed Maureen's mind. She was glad that the trip would likely be cancelled.

"That's too bad," she replied. "Does this mean the trip is off?"

"It doesn't make sense to cancel the entire trip because I've already paid for the flights and the counseling arrangements. You should go alone."

She was taken aback. "You want me to see a marriage counselor alone? What sense does that make?"

He sighed. "Maureen, I love you dearly. I love you more than anything. You're the love of my life."

"Oh god, you're having an affair. Aren't you? There's someone else, isn't there?"

"No, it's nothing like that," he said emphatically. "I would never cheat on you. I never have, and I never will."

"Then what's going on? These past few days, you've been so evasive about this trip. You've never been this secretive before."

He sighed again and shook his head. "I'm sorry. I haven't been completely honest with you. I guess I'm not as brave as I thought."

"Tell me. What is it?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do. If you're having an affair, just tell me. We can work through it."

"I'm not having an affair Maureen. But I think there needs to be changes in our marriage."

"Am I not good enough anymore?" she asked.

"Stop saying things like that. You're my wife. I love you more than anything."

"Then why won't you be honest with me?" she demanded.

He shook his head. "I'm trying to be honest. But I can't. This isn't easy. Believe me, I wish everything was easy."

"I don't understand you anymore, Steve."

A sadness came over his face. "Can you promise me that you'll still go? I know it's difficult, but I wouldn't ask unless I thought it could save our marriage."

"You think our marriage needs saving?" she asked, with tears in her eyes.

"Please don't make this any harder Maureen. Can you please promise me you'll go alone? I want you to meet the counselor and listen to what she has to say. Just listen, and if you don't like it, then come home. Please, I'm begging you."

The tears came pouring. Maureen choked up and she could barely speak. Then she wrapped her arms around her husband and gave him a big suffocating hug. She wasn't going to lose her marriage no matter what the cost.

Part 2 of 3: Lady Kristen & The Housewife

Maureen spotted the sharply dressed man after she left the airport terminal with her luggage. The man was holding a sign with her name on it. They spoke and confirmed each others identity. She got in his luxury car for a 30 minute ride until they reached their destination.

She expected to see a private facility. But she was surprised to see that the destination was actually a large home near the beach, which looked more like a mansion. Whoever owned the place was a very wealthy person. And the owner definitely wasn't a marriage counselor.

The car stopped in the driveway. The driver went to the trunk to carry the luggage.

Just then, the front door of the beachside mansion opened and a tall statuesque woman came down. She looked stunning, early 30's, with long wavy hair and a godly body.

"You must be Maureen," the woman smiled. "I've heard wonderful things about you."

"That's me. And you are?"

"Kristen. Welcome to my home."

The two women cordially shook hands.

"What a beautiful place. I certainly wasn't expecting anything like this."

"Most people don't. It's a shame your husband couldn't make it."

"Do you know my husband?" Maureen asked.

"I travel a lot with my father for business and I've met your husband a few times. But we can talk more about that later. I'm sure you're exhausted. Let me show you to your room first."

Kristen led Maureen and the driver up the stairs of the large mansion to the guest bedroom. The driver put the luggage in the bedroom and then left. Maureen was in a constant state of marvel as she looked at the mansion. She couldn't fathom how much it was worth.

"I'll let you shower and rest," Kristen said. "Towels are in the bathroom. Come to the beachfront around 5. We can watch the sunset together and have some fresh fruit juice."

"That sounds delightful."

Kristen smiled, "See you then."

***

Maureen took a cool shower and relaxed. The guest room was better than any fancy hotel she had ever stayed in. Everything was pure luxury and class. She wondered what Steve had planned.

5 pm came and Maureen headed down the stairs, casually dressed for the warm weather. She went out to the beachfront and the view was gorgeous. She had forgotten how beautiful the ocean could be, especially during a sunset.

She saw Kristen standing there, admiring the ocean view.

"You're so lucky to be able to enjoy this everyday," Maureen said.

"Indeed."

"So what exactly do you do here?"

"What did Steve tell you?"

"Not a lot, unfortunately. Just that you're a marriage counselor. But from the looks of things, I don't think that's the case."

"I do a number of things," Kristen replied. "I do some real estate and developing work on behalf of my father. But I also do favors for people. Favors that I enjoy providing."

"Such as? Marriage counseling?"

Kristen flashed a beautiful smile. "You can say that."

"Why is everyone so vague about this? Is there a secret I don't know about?"

"If you want the truth, I've helped plenty of couples over the years. I don't care about the money. I do this for the pleasure. I enjoy giving a helping hand."

"And how exactly do you help these couples?" Maureen asked.

"How do you think? What's the basis of a good relationship?"

"Love," Maureen replied.

"Sex," Kristen winked. "I help couples on the basis of sex."

Maureen was shocked to the core, but she didn't let her face show it. She was stunned that her loving husband of 20 years would take her to such a place.

"So you're a sex therapist?"

"I'm not very fond of labels," Kristen replied. "But I know a lot about sex. I know what people like and how they can improve. It's a natural talent I have."

"I don't think this is suitable for me. Thank you for the kind hospitality, but I should leave. I'll catch the next flight home."

"You just got here."

"I know, but..."

"Steve warned me that you would be apprehensive about this."

"Have you been sleeping with him?" Maureen asked bluntly.

"No. Believe me, your husband is a faithful man. I took one glance at him and I knew that his sex life was sorely lacking. So, when there was an opening in my schedule, I made the offer to your husband."

Maureen squinted her eyes. "Yeah, in exchange for several thousand dollars of my husband's money, right?"

"Like I said, the money means nothing to me. Look around, I don't need your husband's money. But if I don't charge people, then I'll have a long line of men waiting outside my door for a free service."

"Well, thank you for the hospitality. I don't want to waste your time. This whole thing isn't for me. I'll catch the next available flight."

Kristen nodded. "That's perfectly understandable. You can stay here as long as you'd like. My driver will take you anytime you want. I'll return your husband's money as soon as possible."

"Thank you."

"Best of luck with your marriage," Kristen said, turning her attention back to the sunset.

Maureen paused for a long moment. "What do you know about my marriage?"

"Your husband wanted this for a specific reason. So I know that your sex life must be incredibly dull and boring."

"There's more to marriage than just sex. We love each other. We're great partners in life."

"Keep telling yourself that," Kristen replied. "Your husband obviously feels that there's something missing in your relationship. But if you think that everything is perfect, then feel free to leave."

Maureen took another long pause. "If I stay here, I mean, for the next few days, what's going to happen? What will I be doing here?"

"If you stay, then I'll teach you the pleasures of dominance & submission. That's my specialty. Someone like Steve needs to feel like he's the man in the relationship. I can teach you how to properly serve him."

"Sounds a bit crude."

"Sex is crude. But it's also beautiful. When was the last time you had a mind blowing orgasm? The kind that leaves a pool between your legs."

"I don't remember," Maureen replied. "Years. Maybe more."

"Poor thing. But I can fix that. Older women, particularly housewives, are a specialty of mine."

"We aren't going to...you know..."

"We are. We're going to be doing everything together."

"I can't do that," Maureen replied. "That's cheating. I've also never done anything with another woman before."

"Think of this as a learning experience. Besides, it's not cheating if your husband thinks it's awesome."

"You're certainly very excited about this entire prospect."

Kristen smiled, "So should you."

"What now?"

"Now, I'm going back inside to prepare for dinner. My chef is making something delightful. If you want to stay, then join me for dinner. If you want to leave, talk to my driver."

"I want to stay."

"Dinner should be ready soon. We can get to know each other better. Tomorrow is when the real fun begins."

Kristen flashed another innuendo filled smile. Then she went back inside of her large mansion.

***

Morning. They were served an outdoor breakfast by a small staff. Everything was tended to. All of the food was freshly prepared. The two women enjoyed each others company while they ate.

"I can really get used to this," Maureen joked.

Kristen winked. "Who usually does the cooking at your home? I'm assuming it's you. You seem like such a domesticated woman."

"I was raised old fashioned. I come from a long line of homemakers."

"Figures. You have that classic conservative look."

"I hear that a lot," Maureen shrugged. "But for good reason. I love taking care of my family. I love being the ideal mother and wife for them."

Kristen nodded. "I'm sure Steve appreciates everything you do around the house."

"He does," Maureen replied. "I'm very lucky to have him. Most husbands don't appreciate the work that their wives do for them."

"Does Steve reward you? Does he allow you to suck his cock?"

"Excuse me?"

"Does Steve allow you to suck his penis when you've been a good girl?"

Maureen was struck by the lewd talk over breakfast, especially in front of the staff. Brazen conversations about sex had always seemed trashy to her.

"I don't think that's any of your business," Maureen replied.

"It's not? I thought you wanted my help?"

"I suppose, but..."

"Be honest. We're both grown women. And my staff is very discreet. I'm only trying to help you."

Maureen gave a faint sigh. "I do that for him, only sometimes. I'm not very fond of it."

"So what does your sex life with Steve consist of? He climbs on top of you, gives a few pumps, then rolls over?"

"Basically."

Kristen nearly laughed. "That's not much of a sex life. It sounds more like a formality."

"It works for us."

"Obviously not. Steve wants you here for a reason. I hate to break the news to you, but Steve is a normal horny guy. He love sex. And he loves receiving blowjobs. He's just too shy to ask his pretty little wife for extra favors."

"You're being presumptuous."

Kristen raised an eyebrow. "Am I? Has Steve ever turned down sex? Does he seem like a school boy whenever you suck his dick? You know I'm right. All men are the same when it comes to sex."

"This isn't how I was raised," Maureen said after a long pause. "You're probably right about Steve. But I don't know how to please him anymore."

Kristen snapped her fingers and someone from the staff brought a sex toy on a silver platter. Kristen picked it up and the person left. The flesh colored sex toy was shaped like a man's penis.

"It's amazing how realistic these adult toys have become," Kristen said, holding it up, marveling at it.

Even though they were outdoors, Kristen didn't seem to mind holding a dildo. It made Maureen uncomfortable, even though there wasn't anyone else around.

"Aren't you afraid someone could walk by and see you with that?" Maureen asked.

"It's perfectly legal to own a sex toy in California."

Maureen nodded sheepishly. "You're right."

"There's also nothing wrong with kissing one."

"What do you mean?"

Kristen lightly waved the dildo around. "Go ahead, give it a little kiss."

"Why?"

"I'm curious what you look like with a penis in your mouth."

Maureen looked nervous as Kristen held the dildo out, which was pointed at her face. She knew that arguing was useless. She was a guest in a luxury home. She knew it would be rude to turn down the request.

She leaned forward across the table and kissed the head of the dildo.
"Now open your lips," Kristen said. "Take it inside."

Maureen felt uncomfortable, but she did it anyway. She allowed the sex toy to go inside of her mouth. Kristen began pushing and pulling the dildo in Maureen's mouth to simulate oral sex.

"That's it," Kristen said, watching attentively. "Suck it. Just like that. Imagine it's for Steve."

Hearing those words lit a fire in Maureen. She sucked harder, faster, and stronger. She truly began to perform oral sex on the dildo.

Before Maureen could get the hang of it, Kristen pulled the dildo away, and Maureen gladly leaned back in her seat.

"Not bad," Kristen said. "Your blowjob skills could use some improvement. We'll work on that later. I think Steve is going to be very pleased by the time you get back home."

"I hope so," Maureen blushed.

Kristen smiled, "We've got a long day of training ahead of us. Let's finish up our breakfast and make good use of our time."

They went back to eating their meal. Maureen looked down at her food, but her mind was still on Kristen's last words. Training? What on earth did she mean by that?

***

Kristen's bedroom was a large spacious area. It was simple yet stylish. The furniture looked rustic and expensive. There was an open balcony which had a perfect view of the ocean.

"Your husband told me your size and measurements," Kristen said. "So I went ahead and bought you a new wardrobe."

There was a suitcase in the middle of the room. Kristen opened it to reveal an assortment of scantily clad outfits and a variety of undergarments. Maureen looked dumbstruck.

"That's for me?"

"Everything inside this suitcase is for you. I've also bought you a new make-up kit."

"What's wrong with my make-up?"

"Nothing, if you're an accountant," Kristen replied. "But if you want to give your husband a constant erection, then you'll have to try a little bit harder."

"Steve likes the way I like."

"You're a very pretty woman. I'm sure Steve thinks you're the prettiest woman in the world. But sometimes men just want a dirty slut in the bedroom. Those are the facts."

Maureen paused. "I'm not exactly a young woman anymore."

"There's absolutely nothing wrong with women your age. Everyone loves older women. I adore older women."

"Then what are we doing?"

"It's good to be a prim & proper housewife. But it's also good to be a dirty little slut in the bedroom once and a while. That's what I'm going to teach you."

Maureen took a deep breath. "Fine. I'll keep an open mind to whatever you have to say."

"Good. Now undress."

"Pardon me?"

"Undress. Take off your clothes. All of it."

"Why?"

"I thought you were keeping an open mind?" Kristen asked with an eyebrow raised. "If you want my help, then listen to what I have to say."

Arguing with Kristen was never a winning strategy. Maureen took a deep breath for courage, and she hesitantly removed her clothes, neatly folding each article of clothing and placing it onto the nearby bed.

It was embarrassing for Maureen to strip in front of Kristen, since her body was aged, and Kristen was so young and fit. But Maureen told herself that it was like undressing in front of the doctor. Kristen has probably seen plenty of naked women my age. She's seen it all. After this trip is over, I'll never have to see her again. So who cares if she sees me naked?

The clothes were removed and Maureen stood naked in front of the much younger woman.

"Very womanly and beautiful," Kristen said with innuendo while nodding..

"You think so?"

"Like I said, I adore older women. And I love housewives. I think you're extremely attractive."

Maureen shrugged. "So what next?"

"Follow me."

Kristen led Maureen to the dresser. Maureen sat down in front of the large mirror and a table full of designer beauty products. They both looked at Maureen's topless reflection in the mirror. Then Kristen used a wet napkin to wipe away Maureen's make-up until her face was bare. The wrinkles and age lines on Maureen's face had become more apparent.

"You are such a natural beauty, Maureen. You're very pretty."

"Thank you."

"But we're not interested in pretty right now," Kristen said. "We're interested in sexy. Are you ready for that Maureen?"

"I think so."

"Let's begin."

Kristen went straight to work applying the cosmetics. She proficiently applied a layer of blush, eye shadow, mascara, eye liner, and a bright shade of red lipstick. Minute by minute, the demure housewife watched as her appearance was being transformed. When it was done, Maureen could hardly recognize herself.

"What do you think?" Kristen asked, proud of her work.

"It looks...it looks...interesting..."

Kristen patted the woman's shoulders. "You'll get used to it. Just remember, this is for you and Steve only. No one else."

"I understand."

"Now, let's get you dressed, shall we?"

Maureen stood and followed Kristen's lead in the large bedroom. Kristen searched inside of the suitcase and picked up a thin red negligee.

"Try this on," Kristen said. "Look in the mirror."

Maureen looked at her naked reflection in the mirror as she put on the negligee. It was skimpy, thin, and tiny. Most of all, it was see-through. The color of her nipples and pubic hairs were completely visible.

"It's a little revealing, don't you think?" Maureen stated so obviously.

"That's the idea. When you're at home, I want you to wear this for Steve at all times. It will make for a happier marriage."

"You want me to be practically naked at all times?"

"Think about it, would Steve argue with you while your nipples are exposed?"

"That's certainly a funny way of looking at things," Maureen replied with a giggle.

Kristen smiled, "I've helped plenty of couples over the years. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about."

The two women playfully smiled at each other before trying on more outfits.

***

Later that afternoon. Maureen was in a state of deep relaxation. She was in the spa room, alone with a trained masseuse. Her mind drifted away as her back was getting an expert massage. It was bliss.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," Kristen said, entering the spa.

"This is heaven."

"A good massage is always heavenly. I'm sorry to interrupt, but I just got off the phone with my father. Something came up."

Maureen sat up to listen to the news. Her breasts were showing, but she didn't care.

"Is everything okay?" she asked.

"Everything is fine. But my father is having an important dinner with a number of his business associates, and he wants me to join. He wants me in the loop. Plus I'm great at entertaining guests."

"Should I leave?" Maureen asked, secretly fearing the worst.

"No, don't. I'm not sure what time I'll be back, so make yourself comfortable in my home. I've already instructed the staff to prepare you a nice dinner. Do whatever you want afterwards. There are books, movies, music, anything you want. My staff will help you."

"Thank you. You're very kind."

Kristen raised an eyebrow. "If you're in the mood for something a little more provocative, then try the dvd collection in my bedroom. Who knows, you might see something you like."

"I'll keep that in mind," Maureen replied, unsure of how to interpret the innuendos.

"Enjoy yourself. I'm leaving soon."

"Have a good night."

Kristen flashed a sly smile and left.

***

That night. The lavish mansion seemed boring without its owner. After an early dinner, Maureen watched the sunset and explored the home once again. She looked at the home theater and the music collection, but nothing suited her taste. She watched tv in the living room. The news was the only thing she was interested in. She wondered how Steve was doing. She wondered if Steve missed her.

Boredom set in. It was 10 pm and Maureen decided to go to bed.

On the way to her room, she walked by Kristen's bedroom. The door was wide open. The offer to watch the dvds had still lingered in Maureen's mind.

Why not? I was invited to go inside Kristen's bedroom to watch.

Maureen went inside the main bedroom towards the big television. The dvds weren't hard to find. There was over a 100 dvds, she estimated. All of the dvds were homemade. Each dvd had a name written on it, along with a date. Maureen turned on the television and dvd player.

She selected a random dvd entitled: Richard 2/15/2014

The dvd played and Maureen sat on the bed. She was struck by what she saw.

A naked man appeared on screen. He was middle aged and in average shape. He had the face of a smart businessman. His penis was small and flaccid. He looked timid. He was looking directly at the camera. He was standing in a guest bedroom. The man stated his name, age, and that his job occupation was a real estate developer.

The scene felt very bizarre and it made Maureen extremely uncomfortable. She couldn't understand why Kristen would have such a dvd. Maureen stood up and was about to turn the dvd off.

Suddenly, she heard Kristen's voice coming from the television, giving instructions to the naked man. Maureen sat back down to continue watching.

The naked man on screen stroked himself. His small penis became slightly larger and stiffer. The man got on his knees when Kristen's voice ordered him to.

Kristen appeared on the screen and Maureen nearly gasped. Kristen was in the video dressed in a tight leather corset, with her arms and legs showing. There was a long strap-on dildo between Kristen's legs which must have been at least 8 inches. Kristen stood in front of the kneeling man, and the man eagerly began to suck the strap-on.

The only thing Maureen could do was watch in a near state of shock. She was in complete disbelief that Kristen would do such a thing with a man. Her instincts told her to turn the dvd off, but she couldn't. The screen had become hypnotic.

In the video, Kristen ordered the man to stand up and bend over the bed. He did it eagerly. Kristen then applied a large amount of lube on the sex toy and positioned herself behind the man.

Maureen gasped as she watched Kristen penetrate the man.

It was all Maureen could take. She stood and turned the dvd off. When she put the dvd back with the collection, she saw another video labeled Helen 1/8/15. It was recorded just a few months ago, and it featured a woman. It made Maureen curious, and she played the video and sat back down on the bed.

The video showed a mature naked woman. The woman was in her early 50's. A housewife. The video was also taken in the bedroom, but this time, Kristen was holding the camera and talking to the housewife. Kristen ordered the women to get down on her knees and crawl to Kristen's pussy. The woman expertly performed oral sex on Kristen's cleanly shaven pussy.

Maureen felt overcome with lust watching the private homemade sex video.

She reached down and touched herself while she watched. She played with her pussy. Lesbianism and submissiveness were never her fantasies, but there was something riveting about Kristen's home videos.

Maureen continued to rub her pussy until the video ended. Then she played another video, this time featuring a couple.

Time flew by and Maureen had watched a few more videos. She came powerfully by watching the homemade porn. It had been a while since she had felt an orgasm that good. She closed her eyes for much needed rest.

Maureen awoke to the feeling of a finger rubbing her skin. Her eyes opened. It was still night. She looked up and saw Kristen standing over her with a smile on her face.

"I see you've enjoyed my collection," Kristen smiled.

Maureen quickly covered her pussy.

"Oh god. I'm so sorry. I must have fallen asleep."

"There's nothing to be sorry about. You found something you like. Now we're ready for the next step."

Both women looked each other in the eyes. There was a brief moment of silence between them. There was a quiet understanding that things were about to become a lot more interesting.

Part 3 of 3: Bondage is our Pleasure

Breakfast was mostly awkward the next morning for Maureen. It was the first time in her life that she had ever been caught masturbating. There was a sense of shame and embarrassment.

"You must have a ton of questions," Kristen said.

"I do."

"Don't be shy. Let's hear it."

"What exactly were you doing on those videos?" Maureen asked.

"Different people have different fetishes. That's a fact of human sexuality. I simply provide a service for those fetishes."

"Are you some sort of dominatrix, or whatever that's called nowadays?"

Kristen smiled. "When I want to be. Or if someone needs my help."

"You call that help?" Maureen asked, arching her eyebrow.

"Sure I do. Did you see how much those people came?"

Maureen suddenly looked shy. "Were you...umm...."

"Go ahead. Just ask. I won't bite."

Maureen took a deep breath. "Were you planning on doing any of those things to me or Steve? Was that the plan all along? Does Steve want to be sodomized by a strap-on? Does he want to see me perform oral sex on a woman?"

"Those are the big questions, aren't they?"

"Are you going to give me an answer?"

Kristen took a long dramatic pause while sipping the freshly squeezed juice.

"The answer is this," Kristen replied. "Your husband has no idea what he wants. He knows he wants a better sex life. He knows that he doesn't want to have sex with a lifeless woman every week."

"Steve called me a lifeless woman?" Maureen asked with hurt feelings.

"Not in those words. But the way he described your sex life, you might as well be lifeless."

"So what do you think Steve wants? For me to be submissive like the women in your videos?"

"Maybe. That's what this trip was for. Unfortunately he became busy and I'm unable to help him. But luckily you're here."

"Is he cheating on me?"

"No. He's not. I can tell he's not. But he's close. The sex you provide is inadequate for a man like him."

"What should I do?" Maureen asked.

"Do whatever I tell you to do. Dress how I've instructed you to. Suck his cock the way I've been teaching you to. In fact, I expect you to give him a blowjob every morning before work, and again when he comes home. No excuses."

Maureen nodded. "I can do that."

"But there's still more to learn. Oral sex has its limits, believe it or not."

"Then what?"

Kristen gave a sly look. "We'll just have to find out after breakfast."

***

There was a quiet tension as Maureen followed Kristen to a private bedroom in the mansion. The room had plain walls and plain furniture. There was a small bed which was only two feet high. The bed was plain, with no blanket or pillow- only a single sheet.

"Let's not waste time," Kristen said. "Your husband wants a submissive woman. Deep down, I think you're craving for a dominant sexual figure."

"I strongly disagree," Maureen said staunchly.

"Oh?"

"I don't think Steve wants me that way. And I certainly have my limits. I've always felt that a proper relationship is built on equality."

"Even during sex?"

"Yes."

Kristen licked her lips. "You have so much to learn today."

"I'll keep an open mind to whatever you suggest."

Kristen nodded. "I've brought you here for a specific reason. This is a room for beginners. You're not ready for the bondage room yet."

"Sounds intimidating."

"Intimidating in a good way. But for now, we'll settle with this room because it's easy to clean after a mess."

"What does that supposed to mean?" Maureen asked.

"It means, I'm going to make you cum. The proper kind. I'm going to teach you what a real orgasm feels like."

"Kristen, I appreciate everything you're doing for me, but I really don't think this is necessary."

"Of course it is," Kristen replied firmly. "You can't blossom into a true submissive unless you've felt the pleasures. We're going to start slow. I'll ease you in to the lifestyle."

Maureen was struck by the word lifestyle. Things were about to become more interesting. And she was curious about where things were headed.

"Fine," she replied. "I won't argue. I won't complain. I'll do whatever you ask."

"Remove your bottom. I want you naked from the waist down. Then lay on the bed. Keep your feet on the ground."

Maureen was apprehensive about the request. But she did it anyway. She removed her bottom and placed her clothes neatly on the bed. She stood with her moderately hairy bush exposed. Then she laid on the small bed with her feet still on the ground.

"You'll need to shave that later," Kristen said, looking at the pubic hair.

"My husband likes it."

"Shave it today. Don't worry, it'll grow back."

Maureen rolled her eyes. "Fine."

"Now spread your legs. Wide open."

Maureen complied. She spread her legs and gave Kristen a clear view of her pussy. She felt insecure showing her aged pussy to a beautiful young woman, but there was a purpose behind everything.

"Happy now?"

"Beautiful pussy," Kristen noted. "It's cute."

"Are you just going to stand there and look at it?"

"Of course not. If you don't mind, I'm going to tie your legs to the bed before I make you cum. Relax, I promise you'll enjoy it."

Kristen reached for supplies under the bed and used rope to tie both of Maureen's ankles to the opposite bed posts. Everything was done with expert precision. It was clear that Kristen was an expert in ropes and bondage. When it was done, Maureen's legs were spread eagle, tied apart, and her pussy was wide open.

A loud buzzing sound echoed in the room.

"What the hell is that?" Maureen asked, looking down at Kristen.

Kristen held up a large vibrating sex toy, which looked & sounded like a power tool. The device had a vibrating top which was meant to stimulate a woman's clit.

"This is going to change your life for the better. Now relax."

Maureen sat wide eyed on the bed. The thing was coming closer between her legs. Kristen looked like she was about to perform a medical procedure with the loud vibrating device. The vibrating top came closer to the exposed pussy.

The powerful vibrator touched the tip of Maureen's clitoris.

"Aaahhhh!!!!" the mature housewife yelled in pain.

Kristen pulled away for a moment.

"Relax. Relax sweetheart. Just relax while I take care of you."

The powerful vibration was brought back to the clitoris. Maureen screamed again. She could have begged Kristen to stop. She could have sat upright and pushed Kristen away. She could have fought back. But she didn't. Maureen simply laid back on the bed and absorbed the intense stimulation. Even though it was painful, there was also a faint glimmer of pleasure. The pleasure grew and grew.

Maureen continued to scream and she tried to relax her body. She accepted the powerful feeling. Her legs tugged and fought the rope, but it was hopeless. Her legs couldn't move. The feeling in her body was conflicted. She wanted to resist, but she also wanted to allow the feeling.

She continued screaming and flailing around in bed.

Kristen pressed the palm of her hand onto the housewife's body. Then she pushed the vibrating sex device hard against the clitoris. The stimulation was unreal.

The mature housewife screamed in agony & pleasure. Her legs fought against the rope with all of her might. It was a losing battle. When Kristen inserted two fingers inside of the pussy, working them in-and-out, Maureen came.

She came and came. She squirted and squirted. It was a wet orgasm which made a real mess everywhere. Maureen's back arched violently. Her toes curled. She made weird faces and was almost unrecognizable for a time.

Then her body went completely limp.

Kristen turned off the device and smiled at her work. She put the device down and untied the housewife's ankles. She sat on the bed and rubbed Maureen's hair, noticing how beautiful she looked.
"Don't struggle to speak yet," Kristen said, still rubbing Maureen's hair. "Just relax. Enjoy your bliss. I'm sure your clit must be aching right now."

Maureen nodded. "Yes."

"Rest. Allow your clit to recover. We'll continue the training later today."

Kristen bent down to kiss Maureen on the forehead, then the cheek, then the lips.

***

The time passed leisurely. They had a nice lunch together and talked about normal things. A friendship grew between them. The topic of sex hadn't come up again, and Maureen's clit had ample time to heal from the vibrational assault.

Maureen took a mid-afternoon nap, and when she awoke, there was a beautiful black dress laying on her bed. A pair of high heels were also on the bed. There was a handwritten note on top of the dress.

The note read:

Take a nice long shower. Then apply the make-up like I taught you. Then wear the dress and heels with nothing underneath.

Meet me downstairs in the bondage room at 5 pm. It will be unlocked.


The note was signed by Kristen.

A tingle grew between her legs. Maureen got out of bed and showered. She dried herself and looked at her naked reflection in the mirror before putting on make-up. Each cosmetic product was applied exactly the way Kristen had taught her.

Maureen slipped on the dress in front of the bedroom mirror. The dress was sleek and sexy. She marveled at her reflection. She looked like a much different woman.

She headed down the stairs at exactly 5 pm, then down the hall. It was easy to figure out where the bondage room was. It was the only room in the mansion where the door was always locked. Now the door was open & inviting.

The bondage room looked dull compared to the rest of the house. It was an average sized room with nothing of value. There were a few tables and chairs. There were other interesting looking items, such as a rope hanging from a ceiling, and strange looking devices which seemed crude.

Maureen stepped inside the room and let her eyes wander. The anticipation grew.

"Was this what you expected?" Kristen's voice said from behind.

Maureen turned around to see Kristen wearing a red leather corset and black boots. Kristen's toned arms & legs were showing, and her hair was tied back. She was dressed like a true dominatrix. Kristen then closed the door.

"I expected a little more, to be honest," Maureen said, hiding her nerves.

"Most people expect more from my bondage room. But I prefer the simplicity. I like having that element of surprise."

"What do you mean?"

"I like that people underestimate this room," Kristen smiled. "Besides, it's irrelevant what kind of toys and devices are used. It's the willingness to submit, and the dominant's power over the submissive- that's what makes an erotic bdsm relationship. Not the toys."

Maureen's hands gestured to the room. "Yet here we are."

"Don't misunderstand me," Kristen said, walking towards the housewife. "I love using toys. And I love ropes too. They enhance my power over the submissive in so many ways."

"What are you going to do to me?"

Kristen's eyes looked up & down the housewife. "I forgot to mention how beautiful you look in that dress. It suits you perfectly, showcasing all of your curves. And your make-up, I'm impressed. You're a fast learner."

"Thank you. You look...umm...attractive in that outfit."

"I always try to look my best."

"So what are you going to do to me?" Maureen asked again, almost desperate to know.

Kristen stepped forward and put her lips to the housewife's ear.

"I'm going to tie you up," Kristen said softly. "Then I'm going to make you cum over and over again. You belong to your husband. But tonight, you belong to me. Your pussy belongs to me. And your orgasms belong to me as well."

Maureen's eyes widened. "Oh. I...uh..."

"I'm assuming that Steve has never tied you up."

"Never."

"Figures. I love being someone's first. Stand still."

Maureen stood sheepishly in her expensive dress while she watched Kristen spin a device on the wall. The rope hanging from the ceiling lowered to where Maureen was standing.

"Are you going to tie me with that?" Maureen asked.

"Is there a problem?"

Maureen nervously shook her head. "No."

"Good. Now give me your wrists."

Kristen used the soft rope and expertly tied Maureen's wrists together. The knot was tight. Maureen's hands were bound. There was no resisting.

Once the rope was tied, Kristen went back to the wall and spun the device in the opposite direction, which raised Maureen's hands over her head. Nothing too painful, but enough to keep Maureen from being able to move.

"Comfortable?" Kristen asked with a half smirk.

Maureen nearly trembled while she stood with her hands tied above her head.

"My wrists hurt."

"It hurts because you're fighting it. Relax. Surrender yourself to me."

Kristen opened a nearby drawer and reached inside. She pulled out a knife and slowly walked towards Maureen with a wicked smile, waving the sharp object.

"Oh my god!" Maureen gasped fearfully, thinking something awful was going to happen. "Please no! Oh my god! Oh my god!"

"Don't be silly. I'm not going to hurt you. Well, not the bad kind."

Kristen brought the knife to the top of Maureen's dress. Then she cut downwards, splitting the dress down the middle. Kristen put the knife on a nearby table, then she ripped the top of the dress open, exposing both of Maureen's round breasts.

"Now you look like a real whore," Kristen smiled. "Slutty make-up, nice hair, expensive heels, and a torn dress that exposes your old sagging boobs. All the signs of a whore. Don't you agree?"

Maureen nervously nodded. "Yes."

"I always abide by the 4 inch rule. Tell me, how big is your husband's penis?"

"5 inches," Maureen admitted.

"Steve is 5 inches, so I add another 4 inches. Which is a total of 9 inches."

Kristen opened another drawer to pick up a 9 inch dildo. She looked at it, marveling at the size. Then she wore a strap around her crotch and attached the 9 inch dildo.

"Are you going to put that inside me?" Maureen asked nervously.

"I'm going to fuck you with it," Kristen replied, applying lubrication to the sex object. "Have you ever had sex while standing?"

"No."

"Another first."

Kristen stood in front of Maureen. They were face-to-face, only inches apart. Kristen was confident and calm. Maureen was a nervous wreck. The sexual tension was thick in the air. Kristen leaned forward and gave Maureen a big kiss on the lips. It was soft at first. Passionate. Then it became rougher. Kristen softly bit Maureen's lower lip. Then they continued tongue kissing.

While they kissed, Kristen brought her hands down and lifted Maureen's dress. Then she guided the tip of the strap-on to Maureen's labia.

Maureen spread her legs while standing. The dildo aimed at her cunt.

"I'm going to penetrate you now," Kristen whispered in Maureen's ear.

"Be gentle."

"No," Kristen whispered back.

While the two women stood intertwined, Kristen gave a hard push and entered Maureen's pussy, causing an audible gasp. Kristen gave another thrust and entered further. The sex object went deeper and deeper. Within a moment, the 9 inch sex object was buried deep inside the pussy. Maureen cried and her legs flailed around.

Kristen showed her physical strength by firmly grabbing both of Maureen's thighs in the air. Maureen was completely off the ground, with her hands hanging from the rope in the ceiling. Her feet & heels flailed around wildly with Kirsten holding her legs.

"Don't fight it," Kristen said, holding the housewife in the air. "The more you fight, the more it hurts. Surrender to me."

Kristen pulled back and gave another hard thrust, shoving the dildo deeper inside of the pussy. Kristen's hands maintained a firm lock on Maureen's legs. Maureen hung in the air while she was being penetrated by the domme.

They fucked. They looked each other in the eyes. Maureen cried and screamed. She never told Kristen to stop. She didn't dare. It was part of the training, and it was beginning to feel pleasurable as her body adjusted to the size. Her hair thrashed around, so did her feet. She enjoyed being fucked by Kristen. Her body was giving in.

Maureen's wrists ached. The skin around her wrists turned a dark shade of red since her body was dangling in the air. But the pain in her wrists was nothing compared to the sensation her pussy was feeling. The large sex toy was stimulating nerves inside her pussy she never knew existed.

The thrusts continued. She screamed and screamed. She cried and cried.

"Cum for me," Kristen said, watching the housewife in pleasure. "Cum for me you dirty old slut."

Maureen thrusted her hips. "I'm...not...old!"

An orgasm ripped through her body. Maureen screamed at the top of her lungs. Her back arched violently. The high heels had flung off her feet towards the other side of the room. Pussy fluids squirted everywhere, making a serious job for the cleaning lady.

When the orgasm subsided, Maureen's eyes rolled back and her body went limp. Kristen released her hold and Maureen hung in a near state of lifelessness from the rope around her wrists.

Kristen lowered the rope and Maureen's semi-conscious body laid on the floor in a pool of her own hot mess.

When Maureen was able to open her eyes, she saw Kristen removing the corset, getting completely naked. Maureen couldn't help but envy Kristen's perfect naked body. Kristen sat down on the floor and played with Maureen's hair.

"Steve is lucky for having an orgasmic slut like you," Kristen smiled while naked.

"I've never cum like that before. Ever."

"I'm glad to be of service. But remember, I'm the domme, you're the sub. This is about my pleasure, not yours. And so far, I haven't cum yet."

Maureen raised an eyebrow. "What did you have in mind?"

"Have you ever eaten a pussy?"

"No."

"Such a virgin. Crawl to me. Put your face between my legs."

Maureen did what she was instructed to do. She crawled until her face was inches from the pussy.

"Kiss my lips," Kristen ordered, referring to her own vagina. "I love being kissed."

Maureen obeyed, kissing the outer layer of the cleanly shaven pussy.

"Lick it like a lollipop. Then put your tongue inside like you haven't eaten in days."

Maureen followed the orders, licking the pussy, tasting the outer fluids. Her tongue felt every spot of the labia. Then she put her tongue inside, licking and sucking. It was her first time eating pussy, and she realized that it tasted good.

"That's it," Kristen moaned. "Just like that. Keep licking like a good kitten."

The once demure, prim & proper housewife had quickly become an expert pussy eater. She licked and sucked with enthusiasm. Her tongue stroked up and down.

Moments later, Kristen came and released a cry of her own. Her legs shivered, then she relaxed.

Kristen's eyes lit up. "My gosh. Who knew you were such a natural?"

Maureen smiled and rested her head on Kristen's thigh.

"You taste good."

"You think so?" Kristen asked rhetorically.

Maureen kissed the domme's thigh. "Yes, I do."

The two women continued their moment of solace. Maureen closed her eyes and rested her head on the domme's thigh. Kristen looked down at the beautiful housewife and caressed her hair.

***

Days later. After baggage claims, Maureen pushed a cart with two luggages inside; one with her normal clothes, the other that Kristen had given her.

She saw her husband waiting outside. They gave each other big smiles. Steve was happy seeing his wife so well-tanned and relaxed.

Maureen rushed to him. She stopped the cart and gave him a big suffocating hug. It was a special moment. She wanted that day to be a new beginning for their marriage.

"I've missed you so much," Steve said.

Maureen brought her lips to his ear and whispered, "You're going to take me home and tie me in the bedroom. Then I'm going to deep throat your cock. Then you're going to fuck me. Understood?"

He moved back slightly to get a good look at his wife, stunned by her dirty language. There was a gleam in Maureen's eyes. A hunger. A lust. Steve knew that his wife was a changed woman.

Steve nodded, accepting the invitation. Maureen smiled and gave him a kiss.

The End

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May 5, 2018 in bdsm

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