Message-ID: <11982eli$9806072249@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MarArch@ix.netcom.com Subject: Time Of Possession, 7/? - 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: <357b4c39.19424319@nntp.ix.netcom.com> Time Of Possession part seven by MarArch She was gone again. The man, whoever he was, had zipped up his pants, drapped Debra in the coat, taken her leash and led her from the den. Ralph heard the front door close and the profound silence that it left in its wake, unbroken except for his own breathing which was deep and slow. The woman stood in the doorway, leaning against it, arms folded, the whip dangling casually from her hand, studying him for what seemed like ages, but Ralph was only vaguely aware of her presence. His mind was a million miles away, at a place where wives do not turn to stranger and declare their love, nor allow themselves to be so.... no, not abused. She wanted it, wanted the things this mysterious stranger could do, was doing for her, to her. He had her now in a place where she had only ever dreamed of before, in some dark corner of her soul that Ralph had never even known existed, let alone had the least clue how to touch and fulfill. A part of his spirit was dying as he sat, limply, on the couch, rotting away inside him, turning putrid and foul inside him. After what seemed to Ralph an eternity, the woman spoke. "Hey." He turned to her, slowly, mechanically, as if the effort was almost more than he could manage. His eyes fell on her with a blank lack of interest. She smiled slowly, and if Ralph had been in any condition to focus on her, would have seen that it was an odd smile, both amused and kindly. "You look like shit, you know that?" she said. It took a long moment for Ralphs mind to absorb the meaning behind the words he'd just heard, but once they penetrated he simply nodded. The woman sighed, straightened in the doorway and extended a hand to him. "Come" she said, her voice gentle yet firm. Ralph stared at her for a long moment, unsure of what this new stranger wanted, then realized somewhere deep inside himself that he had been told to do something, and that is all it took to begin his slow, painful rise from the couch. He was willing now to obey, as long as he was not called upon to decide anything or make a choice. It was all he could manage at this moment. He stepped up to her and limply raised a hand which she took in her own gloved fingers, then turned and slipping her other hand under his elbow, led him gently to the stairs. In the bathroom he stood, dumbly as she gently stripped him, tossing each rumpled, slovenly garment out the door to a heap in the hallway. When he was naked she closed the door, stripped off one glove, bent to turn on the bathwater, test its temprature, plug the drain and begin removing her own garments, not in any sensual way, but as if this was the most natural thing in the world. Her gloves, corset, stockings, boots and thong she carefully folded and set in a pile on the top of the toilet tank. Ralph noticed that she, like his wife, was shaved pubically and her body was adorned by several small tattoos, including a pair of handcuffs placed exactly where the one that now was a permanent part of Debras body was located, just above and off to one side of her sex. Also each of her nipples had been pierced and carried a small golden loop. Taking his hands she stepped into the tub, gently pulling him until they stood ankle deep in it, facing each other. She then shifted her hold to his shoulders and gently turned him around. "Sit" she said. He complied, lowering himself to a cross-legged squat, his back to her. She lowered herself, spreading her legs, then reached forward to carefully pull him back against her as she reclined in the tub, his neck coming to rest between her firm breasts. She worked her legs up and wrapped them around his, her arms going around his shoulders to hug him close against her. With one hand she reached to gently stroke his hair and leaned down to plant the sweetest, gentlest of single kisses on his ear. "Let go, baby. Just let it go" she whispered, and at that moment the closeness, warmth and yes, the love of this moment with this stranger, as he lay curled, naked in her arms in the warm water that shouded his body, floating it, unprotected and unguarded, split his soul in half, all the pain, rage, confusion and agony pouring out of him in a shattering scream that dissolved to wracking sobs that shuddered his body with deep gunshot spasms. And then his hand moved, clutching at her arm and holding it as if it was all that kept him alive and his pain flowed forth and his tears fell down to mix with the water that surrounded both their naked bodies. Throughout it all she merely held him, stroking him, nuzzling him and protecting him from all further harm. Ralph rolled over, vaguely feeling the covers slip in a knot around him and opened his eyes. He was in his own bed, curled up fetally, his body naked, feeling exhausted and confused. Then it came back to him, the bath, the pain that had exploded from him, ripping him to pieces, the woman, standing him up, drying him, leading him to the bed, tucking him in and stoking his hair until, thankfully, sleep claimed him.... He tossed back the covers and padded to the bathroom, emptying his bladder, staring down at the swirling water of the flush even as he voided himself. He actually felt human again, he thought. Bruised but functional. He turned and opened the door and there she was... the woman, again clad in her corset, thong and boots, though this morning she had foregone the stockings. She stood, arms crossed, grinning slyly at him. Ralph yelped in surprise and moved to close the door but her arm shot out and pushed it, keeping it from shutting. "No" she laughed. "Honey, I saw everything last night. Nice, by the way. No, today you stay absolutely naked. Now, shake off your cock and come downstairs for breakfast." With that she turned and descended the steps, leaving Ralph to stand, mouth agap, eyebrows raised, staring after where she disappeared. Finally he turned and used a small piece of toilet paper to blot the last drops of his urine from his member which he also carfully flushed away before heading downstairs. In the kitchen he saw that she was true to her word, with fresh, hot coffee, an omlet... the full breakfast treatment. She had him sit at the table while she served and then sat opposite him, lifting her fork and nodding encouragingly at his plate. Obediently he picked up his own fork and began to eat. Finally, he looked up at her. "Wh - Who are you?" he said. She laughed easily and told him her name was Donna and she had known "the Master", that's what the mysterious man prefered to be called, for quite some time. In fact, she said, she was a sort of former pupil of his. When Ralph asked what kind of pupil, Donna fixed her gaze on him for a long moment, then put down her fork, planted her elbows on the table, laced her fingers before herself and began to explain. This was the first time that Ralph even heard the phrases she spoke of... "Sexual Dominant", "submissive", "erotic power exchange". Every sentence she spoke seemed to flood him with a rush of new information. Finally, he had to sheepishly put up a hand to stop her and appologize profusely that he couldn't absorb any more. She smiled and nodded, agreeing that it was all quite deep and not to be absorbed in one simple sitting. She changed her tack, explaining that a long time before she had thought that she too was submissive, but had quickly discovered that she much prefered the feeling of power and control that came to her when she had a man helplessly under her thumb, either spiritually or physically. When Ralph made a vague muttered comment that he didn't think that sort of thing was for him, her eyebrows raised, curiously. "Oh?" she said. "Are you sure about that?" When he looked at her, confused, she gently pointed out that, in fact, she was sitting at the table fully clad, albeit in rather eccentric fashion, while he was completely naked. Had been, in fact, since the night before. And yet, did he not feel perfectly at ease and at peace? After considering this for a moment Ralph had to nod in agreement. It was true. He was at peace. Relaxed and calm and even feeling a small inner glow of some kind. Not a sexual glow, but one of... what.... affection? Trust? Love?...for this strange woman... this Donna... who had come to him out of nowhere and helped him through.... Ralph felt the pain well up inside himself and he gave a short, heavy sigh, tears flooding into the corners of his eyes. Suddenly, startlingly, her voice was cold. "Stop that." His gaze snapped up at her, shocked. "You had that last night. It was necessary then, but you don't need to go back to that. It's over with, understand? It's time to get over it." "But - but Debra.... my wife..." he whined, the tears gathering, threatening to fall. "...is being royally fucked by another man" she said, evenly, her voice not particularly cruel but nevertheless cruel in it's implications. "I know. He's using her like a whore, doing things to her you couldn't even dream of and she's loving every minute of it." "She - she loves him!" Ralphs voice blurted out. "Does she?" Donna snapped back. "Or does she only THINK, at this moment, that she does." The silence fell in on them for a long moment, then her tone softened. "Ralph, honey... sweety... has she ever done anything like this before? Ever? Ever had an affair? Ever kissed another man with passion?" "No" he said, glumly. "Was she a virgin when you got married?" "No. But she wasn't all that experienced... I don't think." "So..." Donna said, wisdom in her tone, "everything that's happening to her is completely new then." Ralph nodded, staring down at his half eaten breakfast. "Then of course she's going to be excited by it, you silly man" she said, leaning in slightly to emphasize her point. "My God, she's experiencing physical pleasure like she never dreamed of before. And she's probably been dreaming about just those kinds of things for a long, long time." Ralphs voice was almost pouting, "She never told me about it." Donna laughed. "Well, of course not, silly! Why would she? She'd be too embarassed. I mean, look at you! Deep down inside, you're as submissive as she is!" That caused Ralphs head to snap up, his eyes bearing an offended expression. "I am not!" Donna leaned slowly back in her chair, studying him for a long moment, then simply said "Stand up." Without thinking, he stood, pushing back his chair. she nodded vaguely to the place next to where she sat. "Come here." Again, without thinking, he moved to stand beside her. She smiled up at him, reached up and wrapped her hand around his flaccid cock. He yelped and took a half-step back, but instantly her other hand swung wide, delivering a resounding, stinging slap to his naked backside. "Stand still" she said. Ralph stiffened his whole body, trying to avert his gaze but not moving. "Look me in the eye" she said. Ralph looked down and when his eyes caught hers he could see something there.... heat? desire? Something. When she spoke again her voice was low, soothing and rhythmic... hypnotic in a way, as her hand continued to gently stroke his now stirring cock. "Listen to me very carefully, pet" she said. "What's happening to your wife is something she's always dreamed about... fantasies she's had all her life since she first secretly realized that it felt good to touch her own clit. Something from deep down inside of her is blossoming. And in an amazing way, even I have to admit. You know, at the party last night? I had my entire fist up inside her pussy and I felt her grip it as she came, her cum running down my arm..." Ralphs cock was fully erect now and his body was trembling, the stroking and the images she was planting in his mind working on him. "I watched her get fucked in ways I wouldn't even try. I even chose the tattoo so that it would match mine." Ralph was whimpering now, small, breathy pouts of sound. "And she's going to be fucked even more creatively and forcefully over the next week. In fact, there won't be a single waking moment that she isn't either being fucked, or tormented, or aroused. Fucking and cumming will be the only thing she will know for the next entire week. In fact, when you next see her, and you will, I guarentee that, she's going to be a changed woman. She'll become horny and drenching wet just from a swat on the bottom.... she'll ache to have cock in her pussy or her ass or her very talented mouth... she'll have her nipples pierced just like mine are, and the hood of her clit as well.... she'll be attentive and eager to do anything to please..." "Please him" Ralph hissed. "Yes" she continued coolly "please him. He's her Master now. He owns her more completely than you ever did. Because he's touched places in her you never could and she needs to have those places touched. She's not complete without that. Tell me when you are about to come, baby. She is living a dream right now. A dirty, smutty, wicked, evil dream. Clasp your hands behind your back..." Ralph quickly moved his hands behind himself and gripped one wrist with the other hand. "You can't even imagine the kind of creature she has become" Donna continued, her hand now stroking his throbbing cock in fast, long motions, as if milking him. "She's one open, aching, throbbing, needing, wet pussy.... and ass... and mouth... She needs to feel men cumming deep inside her... needs to feel their cocks... needs to be whipped and spanked and tortured.... she needs it Ralph. She needs it..... And now, baby.... what do you need... Hummmm? What does my Ralph puppy need?" "Oh God, I'm gonna cum" he hissed, feeling the trembling tingle begin to rise from deep inside his body at the base of his cock. "Miss Donna" she said, quietly. "Miss Donna, I'm gonna cum" he hissed again. She leaned down, opening her mouth and taking the head of his cock between her lips, her hand still stroking. Suddenly he erupted with a shout, his cum pouring onto her tongue. She swallowed it calmly as it flooded forth in spurts, the pleasure welling and ebbing, leaving him tingling. When at last he sagged, she pulled her head back and looked up at him. "Sit" she said. Shakily, he gripped the table and lowered himself to the floor beside her chair. She placed her hand on his head and guided it down until it was resting in her lap where she began to stroke it, gently, lovingly. "Now" she said "how do you feel." "I don't know" he whimpered. "Try" she said, quietly. "I - confused... good... relaxed... tense.... safe..." "And do you love me?" "I - I don't.... yes, I do." "Because of how I make you feel?" "Yes..." "Very good, baby..." she said, gently stroking his hair. "Well, pretty soon you'll find out how your wife is feeling.... because for this next week, I own you, body and soul... don't I, baby..." "Donna..." "Miss Donna... always." "Miss Donna.... I don't know if..." "Yes you do, baby. You want to know what it's like, don't you. That tiny bit you've already felt... you want to know more, don't you." Ralph sighed. "Yes.... Miss Donna." "You want to know what your wife is feeling, don't you." "Yes...." "And you will, baby.... trust me... completely.... you will..." -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----