Message-ID: <11918eli$9806061355@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MarArch@ix.netcom.com Subject: Time Of Possession 5/? - 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: <3578c685.59374232@nntp.ix.netcom.com> Time Of Possession part five by MarArch There are seventy three groves in the paneling, Ralph thought to himself, as he lay in bed, eyes wide open, staring at the wall on the other side of the room. It was after three on Sunday morning and he was no closer to sleep than he had been when Debra gave him a peck on the cheek hours before, turned and went out the door to go to the possession of her.... her what... lover? "Master"? Ralph didn't know. She wouldn't be home until sometime Sunday evening and his mind was a turmoil of questions, images, confusion and waves of varying emotions. Why was he allowing this to occur? Why didn't he simply tell her no? And why, when all was said and done, did it MOVE him so much, cause his normally flaccid and unexcitable member to rise up and ache? He sighed, tossed back the covers and rose, finally accepting that he would not be getting any sleep this night. Sitting in the kitchen, a cup of cooling coffee before him, he turned his mind back to the events of the past week. How he had caught her communicating on-line with some mysterious man, how she had slipped away to be with him, how Ralph had confronted her, how she had admitted her longing to experience... something, he couldn't be sure what... how she had gone to this mysterious man, at his bidding, leaving Ralph at home to wonder and worry and stew. And now it was her second Saturday night with him, only this time she would be staying all night. All night.... with another man.... Ralphs eyes fluttered open at the sound of the doorbell. He jerked upright at the kitchen table, almost knocking over the cold half-empty cup of coffee, and as he rose he stumbled, catching a clumsy foot on the chair almost knocking it over, losing his balance before gripping the doorframe and shuffling down the hall to the front door, pulling the bathrobe closed around him. Wrenching it open he faced a petite young woman in the brown shirt and slacks of some delivery company, a clipboard tucked into the crook of her arm. "Yes?" he muttered, rubbing his eyes, fighting to regain his senses. The young woman smiled at him, her attractive face glowing with energy. She asked if he was who he was, and when he nodded dumbly she made a flourishing checkmark on the clipboard and pulled a video cassette from under her arm, holding it out to him. He took it, turning it over in his hand. It was simply a blank, unlabled videotape, no package, not even the small, flimsy case such tapes usually are stored in. "What's this" he asked, confused. "I believe it's a video tape" she said, a hint of a self-satisfied smile playing on her lips as she thrust the clipboard and a pen at him. "Sign here, please" she said. Still reeling with confusion Ralph took the pen and scrawled his signature on the paper which she quickly pulled away from his gaze, expertly slipping the pen from his numbed fingers. "Thank you, have a nice day." He grunted and was about to close the door when he heard her chuckle and mutter something under her breath as she turned away from the porch. "I'm sorry" he said, stepping back into the open doorway "what did you say?" She stopped, turned to gaze at him with a level, appraising focus and for a moment Ralph almosst felt as if she was undressing him with her eyes. The thought almost made him blush. Then, with a further grin she replied. "I said.... you'll do nicely. So long." And before he could utter another word she turned and walked back to the small car parked in the driveway, leaving him to stare after her, confused and dumbfounded. As the car began to back out of the driveway he saw her raise a cell phone to her ear, then stepped back and closed the door, shaking his head impotently. By the time he reached the den, staring down to turn the tape over in his hand, it slowly dawned on him what it might... no, what it surely must be, and he began to tremble, feeling his breath come in short gasps and his stomach begin to flutter. Slowly he raised the tape and slipped it into the VCR, reached to turn on the tv before turning to move back to the couch where he sat down, his entire body upright, tense and expectant. The first full minute of the tape was blank, simply a black screen and the tension was growing steadily inside him. Finally the image flaired, warped and stabilized. Though crude and obviously lit oddly and poorly he could tell that he was looking at a hand held shot of the camera moving down a long hallway in a substantially large house. Ahead, under a staircase, was an open door which the camera approached and entered, tipping to show narrow steps down which it slowly moved into a large room, a basement Ralph assumed. At the foot of the stairs it turned and standing in the middle of the room was the mysterious man, leisurely coiling a long length of rope into his hand. He seemed to suddenly notice the camera and smiled at it. "Oh hello there, Ralph. Glad you could make it. Well, at least in spirit and well after the fact. It's now approximately four thirty on Saturday afternoon and your lovely wife arrived here just about an hour ago. Since then she's had quite a work out, I believe she's cum... what..." He seemed to regard something beyond the camera "....a dozen times? Something like that. She's taking a little break right at the moment, gathering her strength, so to speak." He chuckled deeply with a dark malevolence before focusing on the camera once again. "Ralph, I have to tell you, your wife is quite a sexual being. I don't suppose you were ever even aware of that, were you. Did you know that she has a huge capacity to endure stimulation and release? Even I'm impressed, and I must tell you, I've been doing this for a long, long time. Anyway, as I promised, you won't miss a thing. Though I must tell you, what you see from here on will probably be a bit more.... intense? ...than you might be prepared for. Just a friendly little warning, in case you want to bail out right here before things really get rolling. That's up to you, of course, but I'm willing to bet you're going to sit right there, glued to the screen for the entire thing, aren't you. Answer me, Ralph, aren't you." "Yes" Ralph said, quietly, stunned a moment later that he had felt compelled to obey the direction of the person on this recording. What's happening to me, he wondered. The man on the screen smiled and chuckled again and a moment later the camera whirled, the room becoming a momentary blur. The image cut suddenly to moving through a doorway, obviously in the basement and suddenly the image of Debra came into view. She was standing in the middle of the room, naked, her back against a thick post, her body tied to it at ankles, knees, waist and neck by coils of rope, her hands clearly bound behind the post. Her head was pressed back hard against it and Ralph could see her jaw held wide open by a large, black ball of some kind with straps that wrapped around her face to the back of her head. She was blindfolded and by the heaving of her chest Ralph could tell she was in some sort of extreme distress. As the camera moved slowly towards her he could see that a golden chain hung down along her chest, the ends firmly attached to each of her nipples by heavy clamps of some kind. The camera tilted down to focus on the chain and a mans hand reached into the frame, holding a small object which Ralph saw was a heavy fishing weight attached to a christmas tree hook. The hand slipped the hook over the chain and let it go. It dropped a short distance, pulling the chain tight with a jerk and even with the poor soundtrack Ralph could hear Debra whimper suddenly, dissolving into a short, muffled sob. Then the camera pulled back to reveal her body and a moment later what looked like a collection of dark strings flew into the frame, slapping hard against her crotch with an audible slap. She shuddered, crying out behind the gag, her body quivering and beginning to sob. Ralph watched, his body stunned and frozen, his cock hard and throbbing, his own breathing shallow and quick, as his beloved wife was whipped until she suddenly cried out in a muffled scream and her entire body thrashed in sharp heaves. Ralph realized that she had just cum, from nothing more than having been whipped. A wave of guilt rolled through Ralph as he quickly reached to undo his belt and open his zipper, leaning back against the couch, the better to wrap his hand around his own pulsing cock. The tape was beyond anything he could have imagined. He watched his wife, her body bent face down over a padded sawhorse-looking device, arms and legs bound tightly to it, stretching her almost to the breaking point as the mysterious man slowly worked a long, thick, black dildo into and out of her pussy, each thrush causing her to scream into the gag and shudder, cumming with virtually every thrust. He saw her body strung, spread eagle, upsidedown, held up by her ankles stretched between a pair of the posts as the whip worked on her open pussy. He saw in a close up as an obscenely large, strangely shaped object, like a pink cone with a narrow base was slowly worked into her upturned, exposed ass, drawing muffled screams as its widest part entered her body and nestled in place deep within her. He saw her tied up tight, from head to foot, in ropes, laid on the floor on her back. Every few seconds she shuddered and squealed behind the gag but Ralph could not see any reason for this until the camera pulled back to reveal the man standing over her, a lit candle in his hand, tipped to allow the melted wax to drip down onto her breasts and stomach. Only at this moment do Ralph suddenly heed a nagging thought that had flitted around in the back of his mind since the tape began... who was running the camera? Before he could focus on this thought the scene changed, the camera now obviously stationary, pointing at the floor of what looked like a livingroom or den. There, on the floor, was his beloved Debra, her body hogtied, the blindfold and jaw stretching gag now finally removed, her face pressed firmly against the open crotch of a woman, naked except for an elaborate headmask that hid her features. The woman had her hand on the back of Debras head and was reaching back to lean on her other arm so she could raise her hips and drive her pussy, hard, into Debras face, forcing her to lap at it with noisy, wet slurps. The woman threw back her head and growled in a kind of animal passion before settling back to the floor and erupting with breathless laughter. Ralph could see that Debras ass was criss-crossed with angry red stripes and the end of the pink object still nestled against her backside, the rest of it still firmly lodged deep within her. Ralphs cock erupted for the fourth... fifth? ...time since the tape had begun and still he continued stroking it, his own electrifying arousal not yet sated. At last the scene shifted back to the hand-held point of view, moving through what must have been the party Debra had mentioned. It flowed from room to room, moving between at least two dozen people standing around in knots, drinks in hand, laughing and chatting, before moving through a doorway to reveal what must have been the dining room, and Ralph gasped. There, in the center of the table, her legs bent back under her as if she had been kneeling and pushed over backwards, was Debra, her entire upper face now covered with a dark, leather hood that blocked her vision, her hands clearly tied behind her back. She was the centerpiece of a buffet, except that her head, bent upsidedown, was at the edge of the table and some man had his cock jammed deeply into her throat. As the camera moved in even closer Ralph could see she was sucking it with a vengence and a few minutes later the hips of the man thrust deep into her throat, obviously spraying his cum into her. Even as he was doing so Debra began to scream around the rapidly deflating organ. The camera moved back and around to show her spread legs and Ralph moaned, his entire body beginning to tremble. Seated on a chair at that end of the table was a rough looking man clearly in the process of tattooing something on her body, just above the lips of her pussy while another man stood, holding her thigh tightly with one hand while the other, covered with a glistening, slightly yellowish colored rubber glove seemed to be disappearing into her pussy. Ralph could see the hand slowly begin to rotate, obviously inside her pussy and he could hear Debras unmuffled screaming sobs. What blared out of the tv speaker a moment later caused his cock to spew once more. "I'm cuuummmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnngggggggggg!!!!!!" Debra screamed, as the camera spun to see another cock shoved into her open mouth which she instantly began to suckle, the tears flowing freely down from her eyes. Abruptly the scene cut once more, back to a fixed shot across a bedroom to a large bed where Ralph could see the mysterious man, clearly naked, reclining under the covers. After a few moments Debra, naked, her wrists and ankles bearing what looked to Ralph like leather bands, strolled past the camera and slowly crawled onto the bed. As she did so, the man flipped back the covers to reveal his hard cock. Debra swung a leg over his body, reaching down to point the cock upwards, to the entrance of her pussy and slowly nestled down onto it, impaling herself. For the next several minutes Ralph watched as she rode him, gently, almost peacefully, until the mans hands gripped her waist and she reached behind herself to slip a finger into his ass. The mans body stiffened and Ralph knew he was cumming, deep inside his wifes pussy. Then Debra slowly laid down on top of him and the man reached to deftly flip the covers over both of them, then wrapping his arms around her as she nuzzled against his chest. The screen went blank. I have more of my stories posted at: http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/jon_thompson_3/adult01.htm -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----