Message-ID: <11874eli$9806041417@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MarArch@ix.netcom.com Subject: Time Of Possession, 1/? - Wife, D/s Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35761ffc.3420719@nntp.ix.netcom.com> This is something a bit out of the ordinary for me. Please email me and let me know if you think I should continue with it. If so, I will post it on my web site at: http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/jon_thompson_3/adult01.htm Time of Possession, part one (part one) by MarArch Ralph awoke slowly, his eyes pulling open, blinking and gradually focusing. The sun was up, but he immediately recalled that it was Saturday and he didn't have to get up, if he didn't want to. Then again, he knew that since he was now awake, if he allowed himself to drift back to sleep he would be out for hours more as he usually did on most Saturdays. Instead he sighed, tossed back the covers and rose. He knew, of course, the instant his eyes had opened that his wife, Debra, was already up. He could sense the feeling of a vacancy behind him on the other side of the bed but he also knew that she was always up before him on Saturdays, sometimes for hours before he stumbled out of bed. He trudged into the bathroom, relieved himself, and then headed for the stairs, some inner need drawing him to the kitchen and the coffee pot that Debra always prepared on Saturdays. He poured his mug full of the hot black liquid and took that first sip, savoring the taste. Then he moved to the den, stopping in the doorway, somewhat startled to notice that she was not laying on the couch, her ever present book before her lovely face. Odd, he thought. Getting a cup of coffee and snuggling in on the couch to read on a lazy Saturday morning was a ritual for her and had been throughout the four years of their marriage. In fact as he stood there, he couldn't recall a single other time she had foregone this activity, unless there was some sort of emergency or she had other plans he knew of in advance. He was about to call out for her, but he could feel that his voice was still fuzzy with sleep, so instead he turned and trudged back through the house, stopping to look into the livingroom before mounting the stairs, his steaming coffee cup in his hand. About halfway up the stairs he thought he heard something and stopped. It was Debra, the sound coming from the room at the other end of the upstairs hallway where the computer was. But what was most startling was the nature of the sound. It was a quiet, rythmic moaning. The same sound she had made just the night before when they were making love, as his cock was stroking deep into her body. Puzzled, he slowly crept up the rest of the stairs, tiptoeing down the hall towards the almost closed door. He stopped and slowly leaned in, catching sight of a sliver of the room beyond the inch wide crack between the door and the jamb. There was his lovely, petite wife, seated in the straight backed wooden chair in front of the desk on which sat the computer, her legs spread very wide and her hands, though hidden from his view by her body, obviously stroking and playing over her body. The computer screen was glowing and she seemed to have her full attention fixed firmly on it, even as she stroked and teased her own body, small whimpers and groans escaping her. Ralph smiled to himself, figuring that she had signed on-line and had discovered some piece of erotica or other which was now doing it's job, providing her with a pleasant Saturday morning fantasy, and was about to reach out and slowly push the door open, mischeviously wondering how long it would take her to notice that he was standing, watching her masterbate. But then his arm froze just before it touched the door and his brow furrowed as he spotted the fact that around her ankles and tied to the legs of the chair were a pair of long, soft, silk scarves. What the hell, he thought, confused and startled that his sweet, shy, demure wife would find excitement in something so.... so kinky. Of course she was sexy and giving in bed with him, but their love making had always been soft and gentle, and even as she would sigh in orgasm it was as if each was her first time, delicate and tender. He leaned closer to the crack fixing his gaze on her, straining to absorb what he could of what she was doing. Even though her back was to him, blocking his view of the screen, he could tell she was now stroking her sex, hard and fast, her breath coming in short gasps, her hand working herself vigorously as her other leapt back and forth from nipple to nipple. Suddenly she sucked in a deep breath and groaned, an almost animal growl and Ralph knew she was cuming. Her whole body flinched and shuddered as the rippling waves of orgasm rolled through her and for a long moment she sat very still, letting the sensations wash over her. Ralph was confused, wondering whether he should push the door open and happen to discover her at that moment or tiptoe away and forget the whole thing, for now, at least. But then he saw her lean suddenly forward and begin to type, a short burst of keystrokes, after which she paused, her gaze fixed on the screen. She typed again, paused again, and it suddenly struck Ralph that she was engaged in "chat" with someone. And it hit him. His lovely, adoring wife had just had cyber-sex with someone. He didn't know how to feel about the fact that someone else, some stranger, using nothing but words on a screen, had just made his wife climax, especially when it sank back into his thoughts that her ankles were bound to the chair. What the hell was going on here, he wondered. He felt his stomach tighten and flutter, a strange, violent mix of jealousy and arousal as the thought thundered through his mind. Then he saw her type one last message and reach for the mouse. A moment later he heard the quiet "good bye" wav play as the connection was broken and saw her reach down to begin untying the scarves, freeing herself. He eased back as slowly as he could and tiptoed away from the door, his mind a jumble of thoughts. When she came down and stepped into the den a little while later, she seemed startled to find him sitting on the couch, watching tv. "Oh, hi, honey" she said, smiling. "I didn't know you were up yet." Ralph grunted and smiled back at her, seaching her face for signs of the glow he knew she must still be feeling. "Can I get you some breakfast" she asked. "No, thanks, sweetheart, I'm fine with just coffee" he replied. She turned back into the kitchen, leaving him to stare at the now vacant doorway, a mix of thoughts flowing through his head. Should he mention what he'd seen? Should he forget it? Should he try to be subtle, hint at it and hope she'd confess what she'd done? He simply didn't know how to handle it. And he also was concerned. How long had she been engaging in this private little activity? Who was on the other end of the connection? Was it someone she had engaged in this with repeatedly or simply someone she'd encountered that morning in one of the chat rooms and decided to have a little "assisted solo fling"? For the rest of the morning he pondered these thoughts in his own mind, even as she curled on the couch next to him, her book before her face, her legs thrown casually over her lap. Part of him wanted to simply turn to her and ask if she'd had a good time and maybe could he watch the next time. But he simply couldn't figure out how to even begin to broach such a subject. Their shared sex life, while fulfilling for them both, was too private, too delicate. It was something sweet and tender and he knew that if he ever were to try and discuss it, especially out of context, he would probably choke on the words and turn beet red. Still, his mind was a swirl of confused questions and he had to find out what he could. He already felt embarassed for having caught her that morning, even though he reasoned that, as her husband, he had a right to share in any such pleasure. But how could he talk to her about it? Where would he even begin? He sighed and leaned back, letting his mind play over the questions. Late that afternoon, as she began to prepare dinner, he went up to the computer room, sat down before the glowing machine and started up the on-line program. In a way he felt ashamed of what he was about to do, but he simply had to know what was going on. He knew she was not all that computer literate, while he had quite a lot of experience with the devices, so he planned to use that to his advantage. He quickly switched the sign on screen over to the screen name she used exclusively and accessed the preferences menu, setting up the software to automatically save a copy of any e-mail she might send or recieve for access off-line. He then closed the on-line software and launched the security program he'd recently installed. While it was originally intended to allow for recording and monitoring of activity the system might engage in, it also had the ability to log any keystrokes fed into the system. It was this capacity he accessed, starting the log and then minimizing the program. As it was designed to do, it disappeared completely and only a hot key combination would call it back up, a fact she was totally unaware of. That done he went back down to dinner. Over the next few days, through Saturday, Sunday and into Monday, he made numerous trips to the computer room, quickly calling back the monitor program or jumping into the on-line software to see if any letters had been sent or received under her private screen name or any of her keystrokes had been recorded. But it appeared that she had not touched the machine at all since Saturday morning and slowly his concerns began to fade. By the time he reset the monitor program on Monday night he had pretty much decided that he had witnessed a unique event... just something wicked she had tried and that was that. He spent all of Tuesday believing that, until just before bedtime that night. She had taken the afternoon off on Tuesday to get a few things done around the house, and went to bed early, leaving him to finish watching the late news, turn out the lights and trudge upstairs to join her. Poking his head into the bedroom he saw that she was already asleep, and he decided to make one last check on the computer before turning in himself. If he didn't find anything, he had already decided to simply shut down the monitor program and forget the whole thing. He sat down in the chair, launched the on-line program and checked her screen name. No mail, coming or going. Shutting it down he tapped the hot keys to call up the monitor program and clicked on the log file, expecting to find it once again empty. It wasn't. On the screen he read: LOVESLUT That must be her password, he thought. GOOD AFTERNOON SIR I HOPE YOUR TRIP WENT WELL I TOOK THIS AFTERNOON OFF I AM ALONE So, she was talking to a man, he reasoned. YES SIR A VERY GOOD GIRL He must have asked her something, he decided. I DONT KNOW IF I CAN SIR I WILL TRY Try what, he wondered. YES SIR I WANT TO VERY MUCH I AM JUST AFRAID MY HUSBAND WILL FIND OUT Ralph felt his stomach tighten and begin to flutter as he read on, upset that he was only able to see her side of the conversation. THAT WOULD BE BETTER FOR ME EASIER TO ARRANGE WHAT TIME AND WHERE I LOOK FORWARD TO IT SIR Ralphs hands were trembling, his eyes glued to the screen. I AM NERVOUS ABOUT THIS SIR IVE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE YES SIR I WILL SEE YOU THEN I LOOK FORWARD TO MEETING YOU TOO So, she was going to actually meet this person, Ralph suddenly realized. But why? YES SIR MY ANKLES ARE TIED TO THE CHAIR NOW Ralph could feel his cock begin to stir, a tingling rushing through him. YES SIR YES YES YES YES CUMMING SIR THANK YOU SIR THAT WAS WONDERFUL Ralphs hand slipped down to his lap and began to stroke his now throbbing cock through the thick fabric of his trousers, his eyes glued to the screen. I ONLY HOPE I WILL PLEASE YOU AS MUCH A low moan escaped his lips as he could feel his excitement growing at the words on the screen. ANYTHING YOU WISH SIR YES SIR I WILL SEE YOU THURDSAY NIGHT That was all. Ralph quickly closed the file and set up the software to continue monitoring, then stripped off his pants and began stroking his cock, closing his eyes and letting his mind wander over the thousand images that flooded his mind. Laying down next to her sleeping form that night, and all through the next two days Ralph wondered whether or not to mention that he knew about her upcoming meeting with this mysterious man. How would he explain how he had discovered it? What would she say? Would she be upset that he had spied on her? Instead he kept silent and waited to see what would occur on Thursday. The next few days were agony for Ralph. Every night before going to bed he checked the computer only to discover that no further logs had been recorded. Finally on Thursday he found himself unable to concentrate on his work at the office without thoughts of Debra meeting another man flooding into his thoughts. That morning as they dressed she had casually mentioned that she was going to meet one of her girlfriends after work for a drink and perhaps dinner. He had barely managed to choke out "okay". Finally, unable to take it any longer, he decided to leave early, giving his boss a rather lame excuse about stomach trouble. He drove home in a state of tension and pulled into the driveway. Her car was gone and when he entered the house he noticed there were no messages on the answering machine. He bolted upstairs to the computer room, launched the on-line software and was about to call up her screen name and sign on to see if she had recieved any mail, but quickly thought better of it. What if someone she knew on-line happened to notice her and tried to chat with "her"? Of worse, mentioned having seen her at this time? Instead he opened the filing cabinet. There was an email that had apparantly been sent by her just that day. With trembling fingers he double-clicked on it to open it, struggling to stay calm. "Sir" it read "I hope you get this letter in the next few hours. It is now almost 5 pm and I am about to leave to meet you, having taken half the day off because of pure nervousness. I tried to take a nap but couldn't close my eyes. I settled instead for a soothing, warm bath which helped to calm me. I have just now finished dressing and, as you requested, I am wearing the undergarments you directed me to as well as not wearing the one you said I could not wear. "Please understand, Sir, that I have never done anything like this before in my entire life. I love my husband very much and would not hurt him for all the world. But I can no longer deny the urges that have taken control of my thoughts and even my dreams since we began talking. The things you have told me have driven me half crazy. "At this moment I don't know whether I should say I'm sorry and forget about this evening or take a deep breath and just see what happens. Part of me is very nervous that we will not like each other, while another part is frightened that we will like each other too much. I do want to thank you for telling me that I will be home by 11 regardless of how we find each other. That has gone a long way to calming much of my fear. And yes, I do trust you, Sir. "By the way, will you have me calling you 'Sir' all night? Not that I would mind that at all. In fact, it is part of what I very much want. Well, I will see you very soon, Sir. I hope you like me. "Debra" Ralph sat back, his entire body trembling as he stared at the screen. Quickly he glanced at his watch. Six o'clock. By now she was with him, whoever he was, wherever they were. But where exactly were they? And what were they doing? Ralph didn't even notice when his hand slipped into his lap and began to stroke his hardening cock through the fabric of his trousers. At precisely eleven, as Ralph sat on the sofa in the den in front of the tv, he heard the front door open and close as Debra returned home. But instead of coming into the den she went directly upstairs. Ralphs was torn between simply sitting where he was and bolting up to confront her. Instead he drew in a deep breath, rose and moved as calmly and evenly as he could to the stairs. When he reached the bedroom he noticed the bathroom door was shut and the water was running. "Debra?" he called through the door. "Be out in a second!" came the reply. He scanned the room, looking for evidence of what she had worn that evening but saw nothing out of the ordinary. A few moments later the bathroom door opened and she stepped out, smiling. She stepped up to him and gave him a brief hug and peck on the cheek, but he could see that she was flushed. Before she could step away he wrapped his arms around her and drew her close, his lips dipping to meet hers in a long, tender kiss. She sighed in his arms but then she pulled back, as if flustered and smiled at him. "How was your evening" he said, hoping he sounded casual. "Good" she said, the word sharp, almost started by the question. "But I'm really tired and I need to get to bed." "Yeah, I should join you. I'm pretty beat myself." She seemed to hesitate, uncertainly, then said "Why don't you go shut off the lights downstairs then and set up the coffee?" "All right" he replied, smiling warmly at her and turning to the door. Downstairs he quickly set up the coffee maker for the morning and turned off all the lights, arriving back at the bedroom door in only a few minutes, to discover that she was already in bed, curled up, eyes closed. He could tell she was wearing her comfy, oversized t-shirt, a sure signal that she wasn't in the mood for anything except sleep. He sighed and began to undress, finally slipping into the bed beside her and curling up next to her. "I love you" he whispered, his lips close to her ear. "I love you too" she replied and he knew it was true. It was difficult but finally he drifted off to sleep. The following morning when he got up she rolled over and said that she wasn't feeling very well and was going to call in sick. For a brief moment he almost asked her why, but instead simply nodded, kissed her tenderly on the forehead and got ready for work. His mind was racing a mile a minute from the moment the front door closed behind him and by 10 o'clock he picked up the phone to call home, just to hear her voice. Instead he got the answering machine. He tried again at 11 and again the machine answered. By noon he could no longer stand it, told his boss that he needed to go home and left the office. Arriving home he quickly moved through the house, looking for anything out of place, some telltale sign but could notice nothing. He headed for the computer room. There was no letter, but there was a long recording of her keystrokes which he rigidly focused on, his hands trembling every time he reached out to scroll down. GOOD MORNING SIR it began. I WAS HOPING I WOULD SEE YOU THIS MORNING I HAD A WONDERFUL TIME LAST NIGHT IM GLAD SIR I HOPED YOU WOULD YES VERY PLEASED MAYBE TOO PLEASED LOL NO SIR NOT AT ALL IN FACT I WANTED YOU TO BUT YOU MUST HAVE KNOWN THAT SIR I WAS WET FROM THE MOMENT WE MET COULDNT YOU TELL I LIKE YOU TOO SIR VERY MUCH I DONT KNOW WHAT DO YOU THINK WE SHOULD DO NOW REALLY HONESTLY YES I WOULD LIKE THAT YOU DONT THINK THAT WOULD BE TOO SOON NO I DONT EITHER IN FACT I THINK I HAVE TO NOW OR ILL GO COMPLETELY CRAZY ALL RIGHT WHEN ARE YOU SERIOUS SIR I WOULD HAVE TO BE HOME BY AT LEAST 5 MY HUSBAND WILL BE HOME AROUND 6 ARE YOU SURE SIR PROMISE ME YES SIR I TRUST YOU MAYBE TOO MUCH ALL RIGHT SIR WHATS THE ADDRESS YES SIR WHAT TIME OH I COULDNT I WOULD FEEL SILLY ALL RIGHT MASTER NO I GUESS NOT SILLY AT ALL YES MASTER SEE YOU IN A BIT Ralph sat for a long while, staring at the screen, his entire body trembling, as if in conflict with the throbbing hardness of his cock. Finally he rose and went into the bedroom, standing in the doorway for a long time, wondering what he should do, how he should react. The rest of the afternoon he paced the house, restless and unable to sit for more than a few moments at a time. His mind flooded with images of his beloved wife doing unspeakable things with another man and he had to stroke himself to climax three times throughout the afternoon, his thoughts a jumble of jealousy and excitment at the idea. Finally, just before five he went out and moved the car down the block, parking it at the curb out of sight and walked back to the house. At just before five the door opened and Debra come into the house. She didn't know he was in the den and she headed straight for the stairs. He forced himself to remain still for several minutes before rising and moving as quietly as possible toward the stairs himself, tiptoeing up them. As he reached the top he could hear her in the bedroom, moaning quietly. As silently as he could he eased toward the door and leaned to look. Debra stood in the middle of the room, completely naked, legs apart, her back to the full length mirror, her head turned to see her own reflection. Ralphs jaw fell open at the sight of the bright red flesh of her buttocks and the thin welt-like stripes across her back. But what stunned him completely was the fact that Debra was stroking her clit hard and fast as she gazed at the signs of punishment on her body. Her moaning grew deeper and she closed her eyes, tossing her head back, crying out in a climax, her knees quivering. Ralph eased a little further into the doorway, gaping at her dumbly. When she opened her eyes with a deep sigh and began to turn, she saw him and flinched in surprise, her body jerking around, her hands coming up almost instinctively to cover herself. "Ralph! What are you doing home!?" She was now turned to face him and Ralph instantly saw that the fine, downy hair that had shrouded and protected her sex was now gone, leaving it smooth and bare. "Oh God" she moaned, one hand falling on her face in startled realization that she had been caught. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----