Message-ID: <11943eli$9806062212@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MarArch@ix.netcom.com Subject: Time Of Possession, 6/? - 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: <3579b6aa.20037013@nntp.ix.netcom.com> Time Of Possession part six by MarArch Ralph sat on the couch for a long moment, staring at the black television screen, the residue of the final image of his wife making love to her mysterious lover cascading through his mind. It had been different from all the other images showing her torments in that it was heavy with a rush of feelings radiating from her to him, rather than her body enduring his attentions. No coherent thoughts formed themselves in Ralphs mind other than the images of what he had witnessed. Perhaps he wasn't allowing himself to make any judgements about them, for fear of what that might mean, or perhaps his mind was simply so overwhelmed that it simply retreated to a cold, still place inside itself where nothing could touch or harm it. Eventually he rose, zipped up his stained jeans with dull, mechanical motions and went into the kitchen, his body sending a nagging signal that it needed nourishment. He didn't want to think any more, nor did he particularly want to feel. He was content, for the moment, to simple be. It was safer that way. For the rest of the afternoon and into the evening Ralph moved mechanically, allowing himself to do little things without bothering to consider them or focus on them. He washed the dishes, swept the kitchen floor and attended to other mundane tasks, his mind drifting off somewhere. By seven that evening he had attended to virtually every small chore his brain would allow him to recognize and was once again seated in the den, staring empty-eyed at the television, not really hearing or seeing the cavalcade of bland programming that leeched from it. If someone had stepped into the room and shot him in the chest at that moment it is likely he would have only vaguely noticed it. What happened instead was far more attention getting. Somewhere inside himself Ralph heard the sound of the front door opening and closing a few moments later, but aside from turning his head toward the open doorway of the den he found himself unable or unwilling to move. He simply sat, reclining listlessly on the couch, waiting, a large part of his mind calmly, blankly awaiting whatever might occur. He heard a vague movement coming through the kitchen, shuffling footsteps, and then she appeared in the doorway. She was wrapped in an oversized trechcoat that seemed to have been hung over her shoulders and buttoned obsurdly around her, trailing to the floor, only her head visible above the heap of cloth that shrouded her. Around her neck was a wide, thick, black collar and between her teeth, spreading her jaw wide, was a bright red ball, straps from which ran around behind her head securing it in place. The expression in her eyes as they fell on him was a kind of cloudy glaze, as if her mind was under assault, pulling her attention to some distant place. After a moment her eyes slipped closed and her head lulled back as she moaned deeply. Suddenly something from behind her streaked in and swatted the backside of the coat with a loud "whomp!" causing her to emit a muffled yelp and jerk her head back, her eyes opening in an expression of surprise and wonder. She shuffled into the den and Ralph could see that attached to the collar was a thick dog leash being held by someone still out of sight around the doorframe. A moment later he stepped into the den behind her. It was the mysterious man. In his hand he held the other end of the leash, in the other a wicked looking black riding crop. He gave a short jerk on the chain which caused Debra to stop, her gaze once again turning to stare at Ralph, her expression telling him that she might only barely be recognizing him. The mysterious man stepped up behind her and smiled down at Ralph. "Hello Ralph" he said, his voice cool and commanding. "I thought it was time we met, in person. After all, she's told me so little about you, I wanted to meet you for myself." Ralph stared up at him, his expression blank, merely absorbing the events, but unable to react to them. The man paused, possibly awaiting some sort of response, then glanced at Debra. "As you can see" he said "she's come a long way in a very short time, don't you think? Remarkably far, in fact. She must have been aching to take this route for a long time. Too bad you never saw that. Things might have been different. But, no use crying over spilt cum, now is there. In fact, now that we're here, I don't think this is necessary any more, do you?" The man stepped before Debra and slowly unbuttoned the trenchcoat with slow, measured, almost ritual movements. As he did so Debras gaze shifted to him and Ralph could see her face take on an inner glow of adoration and even worship. Slipping the last button the man reached up and slipped the coat from her body, casually flipping it away to a pile on the floor and stepping aside so Ralph could see his wifes full body for the first time. His eyes swept over her from top to bottom seeing first her arms drawn tightly behind her, the wide leather straps of some kind of tight sleeve binding her from fingertip to shoulder, her nipples hung with heavy, ornate clamps connected by a golden chain, another golden chain encircling her waist, Just above the tormenting harness he had seen once before tightly binding her hips and, he was sure, impaling her, front and back, he could see the small image of a pari of handcuffs had been tattooed at the join of her hip. Her ankles each bearing the wide cuffs connected by a heavy chain that surely would only allow her to shuffle in tiny steps. Her chest heaved heavily with deep, labored breaths, a light sheen of sweat glistening on every inch of her skin, her whole body quivering, ripples of tense muscles fluttering across her stomach and flanks, like the shudders of a well muscled horse in the presense of a fly, except that Ralph knew her trembling was the residue of a sensory overload that was flooding her entire body, burning away conscious thoughts in wave after wave of pure sensations of agonizing pleasure. She was magnificent, Ralph realized. A goddess, transcendant and sacrificial at the same moment, now existing on another plain somewhere far from him where all of existance was worship and service and love and overwhelming physical pleasure. Stepping behind her the man unsnapped the straps on the gag and pulled it from her mouth. She gasped deeply and expelled a rush of air, her whisper tense and frantic. "Thank you, Master, thank you, cumming, oh Master, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming..." Even as she continued to hiss the statement, over and over, like a mantra, the man moved casually to the chair opposite the couch and settled easily into it, fixing Ralph with his gaze and a slow, cruel grin. "I've instructed her to announce for me every time she experiences a climax" he said, almost off-handedly. "She started babbling like that in the car and I had to finally gag her just to get some peace and quiet." He flicked a glance at where Debra stood, pausing in her babbling long enough to such in a deep breath which she expelled heavily and then resumed hissing "I'm cumming, cumming, oh God, cumming..." As if he sensed disbelief in Ralph the man turned back to him and smiled wickedly. "Oh yes" he said, "it's possible." Turning her attention to Debra once more the man said, in a quiet but commanding voice "Come here, slave." Almost robotically Debra turned and shuffled over to stand before him, her breath heaving, body quaking and shuddering. The man reached to his fly, unzipped it and removed his semi-erect cock. "Kneel" he said and Debra immediately dropped to her knees between his spreading legs. The man fixed his gaze on Ralph. "Suck" he said, and instantly Debra was leaning down, devouring the organ deep into her mouth, the obscene, wet slurping quickly becoming rhythmic as her head began to bob along its length and she began to whimper like a starving child wolfing down food without which they would shortly die. "Who owns you" the man said. Debras mouth released the cock only long enough to gasp out "You do, Master" and then she was plunging it deeply into her throat once more. "And you'll do anything I tell you to do." Again the brief release "Yes, Master" and again the cock deep in her throat. "And you'll fuck anyone I tell you to fuck." "Yes, Masteeeeer!" she cried this time as if frustrated by the constant interuptions to her task, plunging again to absorb the cock in her sucking throat. "And if I told you never to fuck anyone I didn't want you to, you would obey me?" She merely nodded, sensing the cock was swelling in her throat, preparing to deliver it's gush of hot, sticky, sweet cum into her. "Even your husband?" She squealed, nodding, trying to keep the cock lodged in her throat. In an instant he sprang forward, his fingers locking in the hair at the back of her head, wrenching her face away and turning it so that she was half-turned, looking at Ralph. "Say it" he said, evenly. "I will never fuck anyone my Master doesn't want me to, ever again." "Not even your husband" the man coached quietly. Debra's eyes locked onto Ralphs, piercing straight into his soul. "Not even my husband" she said, pride and surity in her voice. The man leaned back, releasing her hair and instantly she leaned to scoop the cock back into her mouth, sucking it deep into her throat and nursing on it with desperation. The man smiled at Ralph. "She's going to call in sick tomorrow morning" he said, evenly, casually "and spend the week with me. I simply wanted you to see her so you wouldn't worry about her. She's where she wants to be. I may return her to you next Sunday, I'm flying out of town on business. Or I may just take her with me. I haven't decided yet." Suddenly his gaze seemed to lose its focus and his eyes became half-lidded, then closed. At his cock Debra squealed and increased her frenzy, swallowing deeply as he sprayed into her throat. The man sighed and reached out to stroke her hair. "That's enough, slave" he said quietly, and Debra groaned, reluctantly, allowing the cock to slip from her mouth before shuffing up and laying her head in his lap, nuzzling in with a contented sigh. The man lightly stroked her hair as he spoke. "But, I don't want you to get lonely, or worried or begin to think about doing anything stupid or foolish. After all, I don't know what you're capable of. Well, I know some things you are not capable of, but...." The man reached into his jacket pocket and removed a small cellular phone which he flipped open, pushing a single button before raising it to his ear. A moment later he spoke. "Come in, my dear." He flipped the phone closed and pocketed it. "Therefore" he continued, as if he had not interupted himself "I've arranged for you to be kept... 'occupied' for the week. Of course, you'll have to call in sick as well. But I'm sure you'll find that it's worth the missed hours at that boring, old office." Ralph heard the front door open and close and the man turned to the doorway with a grin. Ralph, now dull and blank, turned automatically to follow his gaze. A woman stepped into the doorway and stopped, raising her hands and resting them on her hips. She was vaguely familiar, except for the fact that she was clad in a tight, dark, shining leather corset, a black leather thong and a pair of black stockings that terminated in high heeled, jet black boots that gripped her calves up to the knees. In her hand, it's ends trailing down her hip, was a wicked looking whip of some kind. Ralphs brow furrowed in a dull confusion and his gaze returned to her face. It was familiar. Then it struck him.... she had delivered the video tape to him that very morning, though then she had been wearing a plain, brown uniform of pants and shirt. The man turned from her to look at Ralph. "So, my dear... what do you think?" "Oh" she said, an evil smile spreading on her lips "I think he'll be wonderful, once he's property trained." "So, does that mean you want him" the man inquired, a bit of amusement in his voice. "What if he isn't interested?" She fixed her gaze on Ralph and he could feel himself begin feel light-headed, his vision seeming to lose all focus except for the burning light in her eyes. "Oh" she said, her own tone deep and calm "I think I've gotten him interested already..." -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----