Message-ID: <11902eli$9806051052@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MarArch@ix.netcom.com Subject: Time Of Possession, 4/? - Wife D/s Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.sex.stories.moderated 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: <3577f484.5604872@nntp.ix.netcom.com> Time Of Possession part four by MarArch Sunday was a turmoil for Ralph. Every time he encountered Debra, in the kitchen, passing on the stairs, on opposite sides of the couch in the den before the television what he saw was almost alien to him. The far away look in her eyes would fade when she seemed to notice him and she would smile, a warm smile of love and satisfaction but something in him told him that it was only partially directed at him. Several times he was on the verge of broaching the subject of her new exploration but even though the urge was there, the words were not and he would wind up sitting, dumbfounded and finally turning away. Finally, in mid-afternoon, he simply blurted out "What's the matter. Not seeing him today?" She calmly informed him that the mysterious man was out of town, travelled a lot on business and would be gone for most of the week. For some strange reason this had a calming effect on Ralph and yet, somewhere in the back of his mind, he felt a twinge of disappointment. Why should he feel that, he wondered? Did he actually, somewhere deep inside himself, envy her journey through this dark portion of her sexual nature? He shook his head and tried to focus his attention on other things, finally succeeding in having the turmoil of thoughts fade from his mind. That night, in bed, when he shyly reached to cup her breast she snuggled close to him and they made love. It was calm, gentle and loving, and although he climaxed, he realized that she did not. Disappointed he rolled over and lay for a long time, staring into the dark, before drifting off to an exhausted sleep. By Tuesday things seemed to return to normal. They went through their daily routine and it was possible for Ralph to imagine that the previous week-end had been some sort of nightmare.... no, he realized... a dream. And for some reason he felt a light hint of regret tugging at him. But life had its priorities and he turned his attention to them. Whenever he would check the computer it showed no signs of her having used it. Then, on Friday, it erupted once more. He came home as usual, arriving at the house about a half hour before she did and quickly set to work preparing dinner as he usually did when he happened to be the first one in a position to fulfill that obligation. He was standing at the sink, cutting some potatos, when he heard the front door open and called out to her. She did not immediately respond and he stopped, turning to look at the kitchen door and listen. A moment later she stepped into the doorway. The look in her eye caused him to almost drop the knife. She stood, one hand gripping the doorframe, her mouth slightly open, breathing hard in short, shallow gasps. He took a step towards her, concern billowing up inside him but she shook her head, causing him to stop. A moment later her eyes closed and she shuddered with a deep moan, her knees trembling as if they would give out. Ralph realized she was cumming. He stood, transfixed at the sight of her. Although she was dressed in a normal, conserative outfit for work, there was an aire of wantonness around her. Finally, she sighed, drew a deep breath and looked at him. "Oh God, honey" she breathed. "I don't know if I can take much more of this." "Much more of what" he said, concern in his voice "What are you talking about?" She sighed again, reaching down to gather up her skirt in her hands and slowly lift it. As her pussy was uncovered Ralph saw that in place of her panties she now wore some sort of leather harness. Wide, soft suede straps ran from a triangle that covered her crotch around her thighs and connected to a wide belt at her waist. Slowly she turned to reveal another triangle of heavy leather that covered her ass and for a moment Ralph got the feeling he was looking at some sort of strange, primitive bikini bottom. As Debra turned back to face him she simply smiled a wan smile. "He sent it to me this morning at the office. I had to wear it all day." "What - what is it?" Her smile widened wickedly and she groaned. "Torment.... sheer torment." She explained that what was visible was only the most benign part of the incidious thing. Within the harness, unseen, were three devices... a long, thick dildo that snuggled deep into her pussy, a thinner, more flexible one that penetrated her ass deeply and a small half-sphere that nestled between the lips of her pussy and rested atop her clit. She pointed out the small curved, plastic box attached to the side of the belt and the thin wire that trailed down into the harness. She explained that it contained some kind of battery and a timer. At random moments throughout the day it had kicked on and the devices that impaled her body has sprung to life, vibrating wildly, sending deep shocks of stimulation into her pussy, ass and clit. Sometimes it had only lasted long enough to drive her to the edge of cumming, other times it had gone on and on after her first climax, pushing her into a second and even a third. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to the sequence. Her eyes gleamed with a school-girl excitement as she explained that she had recieved the package with the moring mail, along with a note ordering her to don it immediately and not remove it for any reason until she heard from him again. As a result she had spent a very unproductive day at the office, her mind constantly ripped by waves of tingling pleasure that would sometimes leave her throbbing and frustrated, other times send her gasping and mewling as she would shudder in deep climax. "I must have cum fifty times today" she said, her eyes gleaming. "A - are you all right" he asked her. "Oh honey.... I can't describe it" she sighed. "It's like I've died and gone to heaven where all you do is cum and cum and cum." A wave of disappointment flooded over Ralph as he nodded, dumbly then turned back to the chopping board with a muttered "Dinner will be ready in about a half hour." During dinner she stopped eating twice, gasping hard and Ralph assumed the thing was doing its work on her again. But instead of shuddering in climax she merely sagged and groaned with frustration. "What's the matter" he asked her. "I'm getting frustrated" she replied, a bit of a pout in her voice. Ralph was surprised to find himself smiling at this. "What" he said "it's not making you cli - You're not cumming?" He was surprised by his use of that word but his grin widened anyway. "No" she pouted. "And I sure need to soon." They finished dinner in silence and Ralph cleared the dishes, running the water in the sink and rolling up his sleeves to wash them. As he did so Debra went upstairs, returning to drop heavily onto the couch wearing her thick bathrobe. When he had finished the dishes he joined her. Throughout the evening he could see her mood slowly darkening as the device would kick in, instantly rousing her, making her squirm and shift in an attempt to increase the stimulation, but then she would moan in disappointment as it shut down once more, short of release. By the time they rose to go to bed Debras mood was dark and silent, almost angry. She did not sleep well that night. Everytime exhaustion would overtake her and she would slip into unconsciousness, the device would kick in and wake her. She tossed and turned and once she dragged herself from sleep to find she was on her stomach, her hips grinding down hard, trying vainly to find the climax that had been building and eluding her for hours. When her tossing and turning disturbed Ralph once and he opened his eyes, still half asleep, he noticed she was curled into a fetal position, crying quietly in pure frustration. Saturday morning when Ralph awoke he noticed the bed was empty. Rising he trudged through the upper floor of the house, finally finding her sitting at the computer, hammering away at the keys with such force he thought for a moment she might drive one of them through the bottom of the keyboard. Later, after she had dressed and gone downstairs he checked the computer and saw that she had written her mysterious controller a shockingly fierce letter, filled with invective and anger. Ralph was surprised to realize that his first thought was like that of one child who observes another doing some wicked deed, and he almost wanted to crow quietly "oooh, you're gonna be punished..." Throughout the morning Ralph would see her suddenly stop some activity, her body going rigid for a long moment before sagging with a disappointed sigh. After it had happened a dozen times she finally screamed out "FUCK! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!" and broken down in sobbing frustration. At exactly noon the phone rang and Debra answered it, her "hello" clipped and tense as had been all her communications that day. Instantly, however, she gasped in a deep breath as she recognized the voice on the other end of the line, scooped up the phone and saught some private corner where she spent a full hour in muttered conversation. When she returned and replaced the phone on the table Ralph, seated before the television, could see that her eyes were red, the residue of tears. "What's wrong" he said, concern filling him. She just shook her head and stood a long moment, as if gathering herself. Finally she moved to the opposite end of the couch and sat, in that posture that says what was about to be discussed was serious. Slowly, in fits and starts, then with gathering focus she explained that he had given her the belt for a purpose, not just to torment her. It was part of her training, she explained. When Ralph asked what sort of training, she explained that she was being taught to be constantly aroused, that she would eventually spend every waking moment fluxuating between a state of high sexual arousal and climax, bouncing back and forth, always ready to fuck and serve and please, no matter what might be asked of her at any time, day or night. With a deep sigh she said it was the first of her slut training. Ralph didn't know what to say, how to respond, but his body was already sending blood to swell his cock at the thought and he felt his own throbbing begin. Almost off-handedly Debra said that she would be leaving to go to him in a couple of hours and would not be home until late on Sunday night. He was having a party and he wanted her there. She turned to look at Ralph, a question in her eyes, but he merely nodded, resigned. "I love you" she whispered. "I know" he said quietly. She rose from the couch and just before she reached the door of the den she stopped, her body stiffening slightly, her head down, and Ralph knew she was again enduring the attentions of the incideous device that captured and held her pussy, ass and clit. Within a minute she relaxed, sighed and moved out of the den, heading toward the stairs to dress.... (more stories at: http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/jon_thompson_3/adult01.htm) -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----