“I’m sitting opposite a very sexy woman who has spend the whole afternoon having her body pampered every which way, and had a sperm and sex juice appetizer. What the hell would I want an aphrodisiac for?”
Diane giggled. “Barry darling, if you are trying to drag your slut of a wife back to normal civilization, should you really be drinking red wine with fish?
“Of course not, but I don’t care,” said Barry. “I like it, so why shouldn’t I drink it.”
“You’re becoming very adventurous.”
“Yeah, something has clicked. I think it was the rhinestone collar. It was being forced to wear it in front of someone else and that stopped it being a game; it made it real. Wearing the cage under clothes was our secret; I could work with that and no one would know. It reminded me of you. I couldn’t work and wear that collar; and the way you were behaving it was as if you had no idea what that meant.” He glanced at Diane for a second, wondering whether to go on.
“There was nowhere to hide’” he said. “I felt like an object to be laughed at, a joke, worthless. You’d just told me off for being petulant for being disappointed that you were a day and a half late. You didn’t unlock the cage like you always did as soon as you got home. Spike appeared out of nowhere with his contemptuous attitude and you encouraged him. I felt as though I was never going to get back from there. I never going to be myself again unless I stood up for myself. When I chopped the locks I felt liberated and I still do.” He looked at her and grinned. “So if I want to drink red wine with fish then I damn well will.”
“Barry, believe me, I know I shouldn’t have done all those things, but now I’m glad I pushed you to the limit. I like this new Barry even better than I ever did. On top of that I’ve been taught a lesson. I must be the luckiest woman alive. I should be in jail but instead I’m still here, and the man I love is twice the man he used to be.
Barry chuckled. “The thing I’m most pleased about is that you didn’t run off with Spike. I’d be devastated if you ran off with anyone, but the possibility of it being Spike felt like a nightmare; you’re worth so much more than that. Is he gone for good now?”
“I texted him to fuck off and blocked his numbers.”
“That’s got to help.”
“I’m still worried about those pictures he took,” she said. “I’d feel terrible if he tried to hurt you with them.”
“He won’t.”
“Do you think he’s scared of you because you’re a lawyer?”
No,” said Barry. “He’s not going to do anything because I deleted all the pictures from his camera when I got the bolt croppers from the garage.”
Diane almost choked on a piece of fish. “You are a piece of work Barry Roberts. I never really dominated you at all did I? It was all an illusion; you let me do it because you thought I wanted it.” She stopped for a moment staring at him. “This is so awesome. So freaking amazing, so… I’m sorry; I’m not being very coherent. You’re making me see everything in a new way. It’s as if I’ve been standing on my head for the last three years and suddenly everything is the other way up.”
“Is that good?” he asked.
“Yes, yes, brilliant, but I’m losing the plot. What was it like love? What was it like seeing me having sex with another man. Forget who it was for a minute. You’ve never seen that before, so what was it like?”
“Let’s take that question back to our room,” he said. “I know we could cancel and go home, but right now I quite like being away from everything. Can you cope with that?”
She could and they were soon sampling the minibar and enjoying being an anonymous couple.
“Watching you was not at all what I expected it to be,” he said.
“Did the gag and the clothes ruin it?”
“Not in the way you might think. I couldn’t do anything or say anything and I had this feeling that if I moved I’d be tied to the chair; so I think to begin with I put myself in a kind of mental bondage. Would you have tied me up if I’d stood up to see better?”
Diane stood up. “Do you mind if I undress,” she said, beginning to take off her clothes. “Your questions go right through me at the moment. They make me feel like being naked in front of a crowd with nowhere to hide. A proper inquisition.”
She hung her dress on a hanger and folded everything else onto a shelf in the wardrobe and then turned to face him. She stood for a second and then slowly shuffled her legs apart and placed her hands on the back of her neck, making herself totally open, as if in an interrogation.
“I think Spike might have wanted to tie you to the chair. It crossed my mind and I don’t think I would have stopped him. I hate myself saying that; I hate myself a lot right now, but I think part of the nightdress thing was wanting you to feel controlled.”
“Nice to know that I guessed that right. I think it made me detached from the scene. Right then you weren’t my wife, right then I’d lost you. You were a body I knew, but the emotional attachment had been broken.”
He saw her eyes, tear up. “Temporarily broken love, temporarily.”
“But if I’d tied you to the chair like that where would it have ended?”
“Best not to think about it. The attachment is back in one piece now, but right then I was detached. I found myself analysing his technique. Actually I didn’t think much of it. He was intent on pleasing himself and showing off to me and not on giving you a good time. That’s when I noticed that you were faking. You were faking weren’t you?”
“I was faking,” she said. “Obviously not well enough. I’d better watch When Harry Met Sally again.”
Barry laughed. “When I suck you or fuck you,” he said. “I’m constantly on the alert for feedback, so that I can pace what I’m doing, be more aggressive or softer, faster or slower; he did none of that. I watched your skin colour, your nipples, your face. Nothing was changing. You made noises as though you were liking it but you weren’t getting on the first step towards cumming. That’s when I realised what was really missing. I didn’t know what was happening in your head. At first I thought you were faking for him, because despite his big cock, he was hopeless. Then I thought maybe you were faking for me because you’d brought this monster back to our home and let him humiliate me; so you had to show that you were getting something for it. After that he fucked your mouth and technically.”
“Technically?” she interrupted.
“Yeah, technically that was interesting because he slammed it straight in and it must have been long enough to hit your throat but you didn’t gag. When I did that to you, not so long ago, you gagged a lot. So were you faking the gag with me to make me think I was bigger than I am, or had you developed with practice? My money was on the practice, but it was interesting.”
He stopped for a moment and stood up. He took her hand and led her to the bed. “Okay, honey, That’s about it for what it was like.”
“You haven’t talked about him actually fucking me.”
“By then I was so disconnected it was just fucking. You actually looked bored and I think that broke the spell. That’s when I started wondering what would happen if I left.” He paused. “Hang on, there was one other thing. I started to wonder if telepathy worked and I tried thinking really hard to make you squeeze your vagina so that he might come quicker. As far as I could see that didn’t work.”
“That’s so sad,” she said. “Well sad that you felt that need. It didn’t work; but you’re right, I was faking. You suck way better than he did. Actually you fuck better too and you’re right about the gagging. Deep throat is all practice.”
“Why were you faking?”
“Like you guessed,” she said. “I had you there, wearing sissy clothes, caged and gagged and I was days late; I had to make it seem worth it. When you put it out in the light of day it’s so crappy. I was trying to fool myself as much as you. I did really hope you would enjoy it. In the past you always liked me telling you about it when I got home.”
“I’ve figured that out,” said Barry. “When you talk about it I see inside your mind. It’s not just sucking and fucking; there’s all your excitement and anticipation and fantasies wrapped into it. Seeing you being hammered without seeing inside your mind is totally different. I think If I had been free to move, free to take part, I would have enjoyed it more. The way it happened I was detached… Apart from the gag and the nightdress making me feel as if I was in a different world I couldn’t help thinking that Spike must have no self confidence if he needed all that to be able to fuck a woman that actually asked him to. Why couldn’t he just enjoy it? If I’d been in his place I would have pulled the husband in and made sure that what the couple got was something extra on top of whatever they had before. I’d have made the husband feel proud and the wife glad she had both of us.”
Diane rolled over and reversed her position on the bed facing his chair, lying prone, elbows buried in the bedding, hands holding her chin.
“Would you like to try that?”
“Where would I find a couple that wanted to do that?”
“I could find one. I could probably find lots” said Diane, with a sly smile.
“What would you do?” said Barry. “What would your part be?”
“So that’s not actually a no?”
“I’m a lawyer, I’m never going to say yes or no until I know what the terms are.”
She giggled, “I’m beginning to enjoy this. We should have done more of this.” She paused for a minute, eyes suddenly downcast again. “Actually we did, didn’t we. Way back, I only got into the hot wife thing because of us day dreaming sex fantasies and then we ended up on the seesaw. Damn.” She stopped for a second. “Was it all my fault?”
“No, love. I could have responded sooner, but it never seemed like the right time. The escalations always happened when you caught me off guard. I think there’s something in what you said about you needing to be noticed and I didn’t spot that. When I reverted to thinking about work or got lost in my head a little; that was when you turned the screw. I was never ready for it.
I often felt miserable when you were away, but then you’d come home and tell me your stories and it was huge fun. Right then it was hard to complain. What blew it this time you were late, there were no stories and Spike on top of that. Can we put all that behind us and look forward. We’ve beaten each other up enough.”
“I like the idea of you being a super stud,” she said. “You are you know, this afternoon was as good as I’ve had from anyone. So try again — what would I do if you were being a stud with someone else?”
“I’m guessing here,” he said. “Somehow I doubt if any of the bulls you’ve met had a wife in tow. We’d have to invent something new. I think if I took you with me, the husband would want to fuck you. Maybe you should wear a chastity belt. That would make it obvious that I was a controlling person.”
“You’re joking.”
“Well maybe a little,” He smiled, almost laughed. “It’s an idea,” he said. “You should find out what it’s like. I was just kind of free thinking; reversing the usual game. It would wind up the intensity. Imagine this poor husband confronted by two women and he can’t have either of them and there’s this other guy who can have both. Then take it further, put the wife in chastity for a week and come back and do them again.”
“I don’t know what they’d call that,” said Diane. “Wouldn’t the husband want to play away? He be free to and she couldn’t. Maybe you should cage both of them?”
Barry laughed and eased himself back in the chair. So far, so good, he thought.
“Would you actually wear a chastity belt? No pressure, I’m just curious. If me being in a cage is supposed to make me want it more then you wearing a belt must be… well who knows, but worth trying maybe?”
“You are wicked,” she said.
“I’m not wicked,” he said. “I’m curious and imaginative. Surely the whole point of stuff like this is to push sex into a mental space and beyond the merely physical?” he laughed. “The physical is important though and in future if either of us were wearing anything restrictive we need more safety. What really scared me over the weekend was that you might give my key to Spike. Did that cross your mind?”
Barry raised his eyes and looked directly at her. “Did it?”
“There’s no need for the court room stuff Barry. Yes of course it did. I was thinking about it as soon as we got home. Actually to be totally honest I was thinking about it in the car beforehand, but I hadn’t told him about the cage and I was driving, so I left it till we got back. Lucky for both of us that Spike started being stupid and it put some doubts in my mind. I’m so glad that I didn’t, but then I hadn’t realised that you had a way out.”
“A one time only way out. I only thought of it because I was scared about Spike being a total pain. If we did it again, either way, you or me, then we have to have two keys.”
“Surely Barry love, that destroys the point of it. The whole thing is about control — not that I want to control you again, but it’s not very controlling if you have a key.”
“I thought the spare key could be somewhere that you would be able to tell if it had been used. There are plastics that melt in hot water. A key could be embedded in that. It could be worn like a medallion. The key could be recovered if anything happened but the medallion would be destroyed.”
“What do you mean by anything?”
“Anything from you giving the key to someone else and then that going south, to accidentally dropping it, being robbed, being in a car crash, anything.”
“That’s actually quite clever,” she said. “It would make it more of a sort of penance because you’d be keeping yourself caged.”
“Or the same for you.”
“You keep coming back to that.”
“I don’t want to force it on you. You could try it around the house.”
“It would only be interesting if I wore it out.”
“What would “out” look like?”
“Where there were other people.”
“You mean like this evening, at dinner.”
“No,” she said. “I mean like where there were people that fancied me; people that wanted to fuck me and couldn’t. Where I could see that look in their eyes.”
“People that you would have fucked normally.”
“Mmmm, something like that. This isn’t a promise,” she said, “but something like you taking me to an orgy of some sort; maybe on a leash and all I could do was give blow jobs. A night of that and I’d want to fuck you for a week.”
“So it could be a plan?”
“Even talking about it makes me hot. Did it make you hot wearing yours?”
“Some of the time, but there was a bind too. When I sucked you I started to get an erection; who wouldn’t, but it hurt my cock. Trying to do a good job on you made it more painful. It was agony. I knew that if I didn’t perform well you might not unlock me. That made the torment worse. Did you know all that?”
“I guess I knew it was cruel.” She shook her head. “Damn. I kind of never thought about how it worked. Shit there were days when I said you didn’t suck well enough and left you locked up. Damn, it must have been torture. Why didn’t you say something?”
She stopped for a second and looked at the floor and then back to Barry. She sighed. “You didn’t dare say anything because I might have made it worse. The bloody seesaw again. I remember some of those times. I remember that longing in your eyes.”
She reached out to touch him. “It was like a drug, love. I adored being looked at like that. It melted me inside, but I knew if I let you out I’d get a great fuck but the look would go away. I just loved that look. I was totally hooked on that look.”
“I don’t think I could get that back exactly, but I’ll do my best to make how much I love you as visible as I can.”
“Barry darling, I know. It’s gone. It wouldn’t work now; I’d see that look and there’d be a seesaw in my mind.” She smiled for a moment and chuckled a little. “I have no idea if a female belt would do that, but maybe it could.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“There’s only one way to find out. Tomorrow, when you’re done with work, I want to go to a sex shop and see what’s on offer.”
“I’m game for that,” said Barry. “There is one thing though. Are you just wanting to see what it feels like physically or do you want to take the risk on me having some control?”
“Go on.”
“I was thinking about that scene you hinted at. A room full of cocks and you in a belt, maybe with one of those ring gags or dental gags so there’s no way you can say no to anything. Maybe I have you on a leash. Then I guess the other thing is plugs, especially those remote controlled ones so I could vibrate you or shock you when I felt like it.”
Barry watched her face, wondering if he’d gone too far. There was a sharp intake of breath.
“Oh fuck yes, lets go for the whole thing. You mean I might be half way through blowing some guy and you’d shock my butt hole. I’d be on edge the whole time. Oh yeah, lets do that.”
Barry stood up took two steps to the bed and tuned Diane onto her back and gazed at her for a moment. “This is so much better,” he said. “Now I see all your wanton sexuality, but I’m seeing inside your head as well. Tomorrow we’ll see if we can find a sex shop and see what there is.”
“Don’t you have to work?”
“No. Yesterday was such an upheaval and I had no idea what was gong to happen next. Apart from what I had to do today I cleared my desk, so I could be free all week.”
“You cleared your work? Oh God Barry was it that bad. It’s been years since you did that.”
“That was yesterday. It’s done. Tomorrow we’re liberated, or in your case possibly locked up.”
She slumped back on the bed, chortling and holding her ribs. “You being wicked is so good.”
“I haven’t forgotten about putting you behind bars at home.”
She reached up and grabbed his hand, spread her legs and pulled his hand between them. “Feel how wet you’ve made me. Use it Barry. Fuck me now. No foreplay, no being nice, fuck me how I deserve to be fucked,” she paused for a second, pulling him onto her and chuckling. “And no philosophical bullshit about what deserving means. I want a no nonsense fucking.”
She dragged his head against her lips, her tongue ravaging his mouth as his cock entered her. She bucked her hips against him, one hand grabbing his arse, forcing his cock into her. Barry, momentarily surprised, felt his erection growing as he started to pound in and out of her. Every move he made was reciprocated so that in a minute they were like a machine. If will power helped then by now his cock must have grown an inch and he was certain he could feel her cervix.
After a five breathless minutes they settled into a rhythm, a little of the ferocity fading from her movements so he reached beneath himself to find her clit and kissed harder.
His efforts were rewarded in another minute as he felt her come in a rush. Barry took a deep breath, pulled out and turned her over and before she could say anything he pulled her cheeks apart and entered her other hole as roughly as he could, slamming all the way in with a single movement.
He kept one hand under her so that the stimulation in her cunt and clit never really stopped. Without a rest from her first climax he knew she’d be super sensitive but this time was no time for mercy. He kept on, pounding her, stimulating her, and forcing a screaming second climax before he came himself, pumping her full to dripping point before he pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside her.
“Rough enough?”
She reached an arm across his back. “Thank you for doing that,” she said, still breathing hard. “Spike was wrong, I wasn’t ruined. You reclaimed me.”
She rolled sideways to be able to look at him. “I was afraid that your cock might tear me apart. I had the guy at the spa take pictures so I knew what Spike had done. Your cock felt so huge. I was petrified that you’d rip me open, but I needed you to do it. I didn’t dare tell you to stop. I was panic stricken, but it was so good being scared of your cock. Barry, if you could do that, why did I ever go away?”
Barry ran his hand over her bum, stroking slowly. “You taught me so much — all those stories — some of it had to sink in. It was weird for me trying to be rough and taking care at the same time.” He grinned, turning towards her and brushing strands of her hair away from her face so he could see her eyes. “I looked to make sure it was safe, maybe you didn’t notice the subtlety but I could see the left side was a little raw so I kind of aimed to the right. Trying to be careful and forceful at the same time was astonishing.
“You lost for words?”
“I think I felt masterful,” he said. “It sounds pretentious, but for a precious moment I felt in control of everything that mattered to me in the world.”
* * *
The next day they found a sex shop two towns away that claimed to have a large stock. This was one of those concrete sheds on the edge of a trading estate; good parking but not much passing trade. They could have ordered off the internet but Diane wanted to be able to try things on. The place was like a slightly over the top supermarket. The lights were brighter; there was more effort to make everything visible and the whole thing was an assault on the senses.
“Are you ready for this,” said Diane as they got inside the doorway. “You’re going to see a side of me you’ve only heard about before.”
“I can’t wait. I’m beginning to wish now that I’d come on some of your trips. I know you wanted to be on your own, but it feels like I was chicken.”
She took his hand in hers and held it firmly. “You weren’t chicken darling, you were very brave. To let me go off like that when you had no idea what would happen. I see it all now, and all I did was exploit your bravery and punish you for it. I want one of these belts. I’m not promising to wear it all the time but there has to be some time when you control me. I like being a slut, but I want to be your slut.”
“It’s a bit of a transition for me from being a cuck to being a master.”
“You were never a cuck. That’s the point darling. You were a brave husband indulging his wife. It’s not the same thing. Cuckolds want it that way, you just wanted me to be happy. Maybe there’s not an exact word for it, but I’m not calling you a cuckold any more. We’re not going on the seesaw any more, we’re going on the climbing frame and maybe the roundabout and possibly the pirate ship and whatever else the playground has to offer that two can play on.”
“But you are a hot wife.”
“Yes love, and I probably won’t want to give that up, but I want to be your hot wife.” She squeezed his hand. “I know I’m capable of letting myself be so carried away with more lust and carnal greed than is good for me. I need some control. We’re different, we’re us. We are going to work out our way of doing this.” She took Barry’s hand and led him past displays of exotic wares. “They probably won’t keep much in stock but if I can try one on we’ll have a better idea what to order on the internet.”
There were in luck because the shop had two belts in stock. They toured the shop picking up other items and ten minutes later Diane was asking the shop keeper if she could try the belts on.
“Have you got a fitting room or something like that?”
“Not really, we have a back room, but there’s a lot of stock there.”
“I’m not going to steal anything.”
A sly grin crept over the guys face. “I could let you use it but I have to have it on video, you know, for security.”
“No problem,” said Diane. “Keep watching, you might enjoy it.”
“Keep your knickers on. I mean that seriously,” said the guy. “I don’t want you getting all wet and messing up my stock.”
In the stockroom Diane grinned at Barry and started to strip, getting down to nothing but knickers very quickly.”
“I bet that guy is watching.”
“Bound to be,” said Diane. “I’ll give him a treat.”
The first belt she didn’t like much but the second one fitted exactly. Diane walked around for a couple of minutes, making sure to wave her tits at the camera. She dived into the bag of things they had already picked out and pulled out a dental spreader.
“I want to give you a blow job wearing this,” she said, “but to do it properly we need cuffs and I fancy a couple of dildos. Go and get them will you, and pick out a collar and leash. Tell the guy I want to try them all for real. Tell him we’ll pay him afterwards.”
While Barry was out of the room Diane took the belt off and removed her knickers. She spent the three minutes that Barry was out of the room strolling around in front of the camera, looking naked and provocative. When Barry came back she wrapped a condom onto each dildo and then positioned herself so that the camera had a good view and slid one into her anus and the other into her vagina.
“The tricky part is turning these on and then getting the belt on. Really we need remote control vibes.”
“I’m getting into this love, those are remotes.”
“Genius. Give me the belt.” It took another minute before the belt was secure and she knelt in front of Barry and cupped her hands in a submissive gift giving pose. The two keys nestled in her palms. Barry tried to take it with due ceremony, glad that his face was not on camera. He reached down and carefully buckled a collar around her neck. This was plain, good quality leather with a steel wire wrapped around it and a soft leather lining. There were no rhinestones in sight. He attached the lead.
Diane stood and whispered in Barry’s ear. “Could you cope if I blew the customers out there.”
“How many are there?”
“Who cares.”
“With or without the dental gag?”
“With.”
Barry took the thing out of the bag and examined it carefully.
“Once I get this in you won’t be able to say anything and your hands will be cuffed. You won’t be able to say no.”
“I’ll leave that to you. When we’re done take me to the car like this.”
“Diane, I can’t drive all the way home with you naked.”
“Put me in the trunk then.”
“I’m not sure I should meekly agree to this, it sounds like topping from the bottom to me. Luckily we have a big trunk.”
He clipped the lead to her collar, and checked that all the purchases were in the bag. Working with great care he slid the dental device into place and began to open it one click at a time on the ratchet. When it looked like her mouth was big enough to accommodate most cocks he slide two fingers into her mouth. He turned them one way and then the other and studied her face for signs of protest. He nudged it two clicks more and tried three fingers bunched together.
“Kneel.”
As soon as her knees hit the floor he unzipped his fly and pulled out his already hardening cock. It slid in with adequate room to spare. He allowed her to play with it with her tongue for a minute and then pulled out and zipped up. He collected her clothes in one bag and the purchases in another. He took out a handkerchief and wiped inside her mouth.
“Can’t have you drooling too soon. Right, this way slut.”
Barry took a deep breath and wondered what he was getting himself into. He pushed the door open and realised that the whole shop had been watching on a big TV. He led Diane to the desk and by good fortune there was a rail, obviously there to direct customers to the right till.
“Kneel,” he said to Diane and looped the lead around the rail. She was now kneeling, naked, facing into the shop. He stroked her hair and bent down to whisper. “Here’s a little surprise for you to add to the effect.” He pulled a pair of nipple clamps connected by a short chain from the bag and applied them with care to each bud. He looked around the watching shoppers, six of them.
“I see you guys are admiring my slut. I’m gonna be a minute or two at the desk here, so if you’re interested please form an orderly line. Her throat needs some training. Play with her tits if you want to get in the mood, the rest is off limits and I’ve got the keys.”
Barry turned to the shopkeeper.
“Do we get a discount for putting on a show?”
“That’ll be the day. Exhibitionists are the bane of my life. I don’t blame you for trying, that’s a nice piece of ass you have there.”
“Did you record from the camera in the stockroom?”
The shopkeeper grinned. “Wish I could, but it just plays to the screen. Costs more to record and the guys that own the place are tight with money. There’s cameras on the rest of the store so you weren’t on all the time. Good show though.”
They talked for a few more minutes as Barry paid for all the items and by the time he turned back to Diane a third customer was using her mouth, two had turned away, Barry thought they were probably a gay couple. One other customer was waiting. The first two were still watching.
“Guys can I ask you a couple of questions?” Barry didn’t wait for an answer before going on. “This dental gag thing, it opens her mouth pretty good, does that make it better or worse?”
“It makes her look tempting, I mean there’s nothing she can do, so it’s a big invitation.”
“But?” said Barry.
“Well once your cock is in there it kind of doesn’t touch the sides. She did a good job with her tongue and it’s cool to hit the back of her throat. I guess it’s just different. I’m not sure I’d want it that way all the time.”
“Yeah, good party trick though,” said the other satisfied customer.
“I could get used to it,” said the one who was just finishing.
Barry turned to the one still waiting. “Feel free, we’re in no rush.” He turned back to the others. “Do you reckon you came quicker or did it take longer?”
“Quicker I reckon,” said the first. “Mind you, it’s kind of a wild scene, you know, right in the shop like this. I mean it could be a big pressure, but she looks so cool there with the clamps and all.”
The last customer, still waiting, clearly had a more philosophical mind. “It takes objectification to a new level,” he said. “I’ve seen it in videos, but up close and real it is kind of different. Normally sex is a personal thing isn’t it. Conversation is involved, there’s some to and fro, but this is way past that. We watched the two of you on the screen testing the stuff, so we all know that the lady here is up for it. She’s not being forced, but it looks forced. I think it would go down great at a party. Imagine walking into a place and finding this in the hallway. It would tell everyone what to expect.”
“That is a cool idea,” said Barry. “I’d kind of like a second opinion on that.”
Barry reached down to Diane and undid the clamp; pulling it gently out of her mouth with strings of semen following.
“What do you think? Would being an object at a party be good?”
Diane swallowed a couple of times and opened and closed her mouth a few times, working the stiffness out of her muscles.
“It is really amazing, just being here, being used like that. Seeing someone turned on just by how I look. I get what, um sorry I didn’t get your name, but I get what you say about objectification, but there is something awesome about turning guys on just with my body. No smiles and winks, no sidelong glance, no innuendo, no conversation. Sex and nothing else. Thanks guys.”
Barry turned to the philosopher. “Did you want to try without the gag?”
“What does the lady think?”
Diane smiled. “It’s nice of you to ask but this time around it’s not my choice. I’m here to be used, what happens is up to Barry. If he offers me to you then I’m all yours. In case you worry, it’s not always that way, but today that’s how it is.”
“And if I say no, will you be upset?”
“Now that we’ve had a conversation, maybe a little. Barry love, when we do this for a party I think a blindfold would be a good idea and then I wouldn’t know who was doing me and who was passing up the chance.”
“I guess I’ll take the offer.” The guy unzipped and flipped out his half hard cock. “All yours lady, get to work.”
Barry, looked away for a moment and reached into the bag to pick up one of the remotes, frantically trying to remember which was which. With luck this was the vibe in her cunt. He nudged the control a little, watching to see what happened. By then the philosopher’s cock was well inside Diane’s mouth. Barry saw her hips wriggle a fraction. We have lift off, he thought.
With her mouth freed from the gag Diane got into the task with enthusiasm, her head bobbing as she worked the cock in and out. The guy was obviously concentrating and by then had his eyes closed. Barry turned the vibe up a notch, nothing like giving Diane a little encouragement. When it looked like the guy was ready to pop he pushed the switch past half way and saw Diane’s urgency increase, obviously anxious to get guy off before Barry got too enthusiastic with the vibe. This was so much more fun than watching her blow Spike. By the time the guy had come and Diane had cleaned him up Barry was feeling great. When she was done he untied the leash from the rail and helped Diane to her feet.
“Time to go slut. We’ve got miles to do.” He turned to the four men still hanging around. “Thanks for helping us with our research guys. I hope you had fun.”
They all watched in amazement as Barry and Diane set off towards the door.
“This I have to see,” said one of the guys, rushing towards the door. He got there just before Barry and opened the door. Barry simply nodded thanks and led Diane into the car park. Their car was sixty yards away, though fortunately there was no one else there. Barry led Diane across the tarmac and flipped the remote to open the trunk. As they approached, the rear of the car opened and Barry helped her climb in. He swung the lid down and walked calmly around to the driver’s door.
As they set off he called out.
“Are you doing all right in there?”
A muffled voice came back. “It’s freaky. Wild. Don’t stop.”
In the driving seat Barry found it impossible not to concentrate on the road; despite wishing he could play with the remote controls. Somewhere in the back of his legal mind the relevant regulations appeared. It banned the use of:-
a hand held device other than a two-way radio, which performs an interactive communication function by transmitting and receiving data.
That covered mobile phones but legally it didn’t cover a remote, because it wasn’t interactive, well not unless she moaned a lot, but better safe than sorry. Crashing a car with an almost naked wife in the trunk and then trying to argue in court about different kinds of hand held devices didn’t sound like a good career move. After about five miles he saw a layby, so stopped for a moment and pulled both remotes out of the bag. He spent a minute reading the instructions and found a random program for the anal plug. He set that going and then stuck the vaginal plug remote to the steering wheel with some duck tape. He set off again, saying nothing, hoping that Diane would think it was just a traffic stop.
Playing with Diane without being able to see the impact of what he was doing felt wrong; but on the other hand she wanted a different kind of experience. This surely had to count. He hoped she was enjoying it but he knew he couldn’t go all the way home without checking that she was safe. A few miles farther on there was a rest area that gave a chance to pull off the road altogether. There were no cars parked so it seemed like a good place. Once stopped he reversed at an angle so that any car coming into the area would not see directly into the back of the car.
Barry opened the trunk. Diane was lying on her back with her legs drawn up toward her chest. He sat on the edge of the trunk.
“How are you doing?”
“Gees Barry, what have you done with these remotes. The front one keeps pumping me up and then the back one gives me a random shock that crashes me back down.”
“Is that bad?”
“It’s bloody awesome. Did you know it would do that?”
“I kind of hoped. I figured if they were both on different programmes you were bound to have some fun.”
“Why have we stopped?”
“I couldn’t cope with driving the whole way home and not knowing what was happening to you. I was hoping to see a hitch hiker to look after you, but no such luck.”
“Your imagination in running riot.”
“I had another idea.”
“Should I be pleased?”
“Maybe. I thought I could put the back seats flat and lay you out. It would be comfortable and I’d feel better for knowing how you were?”
“Are you going to leave me naked like that so the truckers get a great view?”
“I thought I’d put a blanket over you.”
“Spoilsport.”
“I could always pull it off.”
“I could throw it off.”
“I thought I’d tie you down,” he said. He reached for the catches and pushed the seats flat. “Shift your backside along a bit. I want to tie your feet.”
He spread her feet and fixed them to the luggage anchors and then undid the handcuffs before laying Diane down and fixing her cuffs to two more luggage anchors. He took a picture.
“You look awesome darling. It is very tempting to show the truckers but for now I think I’d like to get some miles done.” Barry spread the blanket over her and then got back to the drivers seat.
“A little more in the front and the same programme for the back but with a little more power. I ought to gag you really, I don’t want you shrieking and putting me off driving, but I guess I’ll just have to concentrate.”
Barry put the car in gear and pulled back out onto the highway. The next forty miles were on main roads with little traffic and few obstacles. Lying under the blanket Diane’s breathing changed as the vaginal vibe brought her near to a climax, but at random intervals she screamed as the other device shocked her and interrupted her path to orgasm.
After twenty miles her breathing hit a rapid gasping cycle and then a great moan.
“Did you get there darling?”
“Finally.” She said, breathing out a long sigh. “This thing is torture. I never know where I’m going.”
“Should I turn them off?”
“Don’t you dare,” she said, her breathing still coarse and jerky. “It’s a good kind of torture.”
“I’ll keep driving then.”
Five miles later they joined a motorway for a ten mile stretch. Barry reached behind him to grab the corner of the blanket and pulled it towards him. As he dragged it forwards Diane’s legs were exposed followed by her torso. He stopped when only her head was covered. He said nothing.
After a minute Diane spoke. “How much can they see?”
Barry kept silent and turned the radio on and then switched to the CD player. The first track was Lay Lady Lay by Bob Dylan followed by the Stones Honky-Tonk Woman.
“Bastard.” Muttered Diane under her breath. “What is this tape?”
“A little mix I put together, supposed to be some of the sexiest ever songs.”
“Barry, I never knew you had this in you.”
Barry let the music do the talking and kept driving. There was an occasional honk from trucks and some headlights flashed after he’d passed them. Madonna’s like a virgin started blasting out.
“Oh very funny.”
“I thought you’d like that one.”
‘What will you do if there’s a cop car?’
“They won’t be able to see in, you’re too low down.”
“What about when we get into streets?”
“I guess I’ll have to stop and cover you up. Pity really, I’m enjoying the truckers responses, but it would be a pain if we drew a crowd at traffic lights.”
Barry stopped briefly at a service station, parking well away from other cars. He replaced the blanket and left Diane while he bought some bottled water. He fed some to Diane and then set off again. When they got home he pulled directly into the garage.
With the rear of the car open he pulled away the blanket.
“You look magnificent. You know I’d fuck you on the spot except I’d have to take the belt off.” He reached down and unlocked her legs and then crawled across her to release her hands, allowing himself to flatten onto her body and kiss her.
Barry had planned to cook the supper he had intended for Diane when she came home on Sunday. He was surprised to find a new cake in the kitchen.
“You baked?”
“I was all over the place after I found your note. I had to do something to calm me down. I thought I might have lost you. That note was so brief and sitting there with the cage and the collar I knew it was loaded with symbolism. You’d had all night to think up the wording, so I knew I had to read it carefully.”
“Cake is good like that. Sorry was the important word.”
“Sorry was there twice but there was a hotel as well.”
“What it meant was.”
“I know what it meant.”
Barry smiled. “Go on.”
“The first sorry meant that you were not going to play at being a cuckold any more. I think the second sorry meant it was still alright for me to play away, because otherwise why would you have been sorry about messing up what I was planning with Spike.” She grinned at him for a moment. “Technically professor that is contradictory, because if I play away then you are a cuckold, even if you aren’t. Of course it could be a message to say that you are going to be harder to read from now on. A weird sort of two negatives making a positive. How am I doing?”
“Pretty good so far. The double negative is particularly smart.”
“Okay,” she said. “The hotel meant that there were other possibilities. Maybe you might play away as well, or maybe you might join in, but on your terms. I’ll call you meant I wasn’t in charge like before, but you still loved me.”
Barry stroked her hair and pulled her towards him in a hug.
“It took me a while to work it out,” she said. “All that stuff at the court and last night and today… It all makes sense now. We can do what we like, but what we like not just what I think I might like.”
“And all that today? How was that?”
“Awesome. I loved being displayed and used in the shop. Mentally it’s a bit like wild sex with some forceful guy, or a gang bang, where I’m completely out of control. I always thought that the only way to get that was to throw myself into risky situations, but you showed me something else; you took me somewhere else. I never knew you had that in you, but I never bothered to find out. Sorry twice over from me too. Sorry I never found out and sorry I bullied you.”
“You don’t need to say that.”
“I know, but I need to say it and it kind of evens things out. No more seesaws, no more saying sorry. Lets concentrate on pushing each other up and not down.”
She strolled into the kitchen. “Do you think you can cook and work those remotes at the same time? I’m starving and I was hoping that if I was especially turned on and complimentary about the food I might get unlocked and fucked.”
End of chapter 3
