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A week past, things with Kenny had changed a little, she had returned to her home, and awaited his return; a new bravado had enriched her.
He arrived swaggered in and she met him in the hallway on her way to the kitchen, “oh your home”
“Yeh and knackered too that Susan was hot” he never missed an opportunity to rub her nose in his sexual exploits; she laughed, and said she “hoped he had enjoyed it!” She too had been out she said so he was not to expect any sex this week as she had had enough to last a lifetime!
He looked shocked and she swept away, calling after her that “I am your husband you can`t refuse me!”
She hung round the kitchen door and shouted “I already have and your getting none, ‘Charlie’ and ‘Sylvester’ have taken care of what you haven’t thanks and that little thing of yours is no use to me anymore!”
It was a red and spluttering Kenny who sat in the hallway on the phone seat, trying to get his thoughts in order wondering what had happened to his usually cowed and dull little home- keeper. That week Kenny found hard going, not only did she withdraw her sexual favours, she refused to cook, clean or launder as well, saying that “if he could fuck with Susan he had better have her look after him!” Kenny knew that Susan`s hubby might have been less than enamoured about his presence and did not reply!
On the Saturday, she said she would be out for the night and despite Kenny ‘demanding’ that she did not go out, a two finger salute was his answer and out she did go.
She arrived at the shop a full hour before closing, Sylvester greeting her and then ushering her up to the flat saying perhaps she could cook something for tea, under the questioning eyes of the two other staff, she ordered the first thing she could think of chops and the male butcher scurried away and cut some fresh ones and rapidly wrapping them for her. She was soon up in the flat.
After the shop closed and the staff away home, he came upstairs, once the meal was eaten, they walked the big shaggy dog.
At the park they sat once more but this time he chose a seat near the lake, on a well used path, she told him of the new way of life at home with Kenny, he laughed and said “it served him right” and that he didn’t know when he was well off! He then asked if she had told him of ‘Charlie’ and her sexual adventure. She said she told Kenny that “she had been served by Sylvester and by ‘Charlie’ but had not enlightened him further.” He chuckled heartily then asked if “she had enjoyed it and if she had got over the experience?”
She said “she had never felt so full and it had taken a day or two to remove the bristles from her ‘soft bits’ but she had overall enjoyed the experience and before he asked, yes she would, but not too regularly!”
They laughed heartily together, and then he asked if she was game for some adventure once more. She replied that “she was in his hands, and would do whatever for him!” Saying that “she had had more fun sexually in the few weeks she had known him than in the last ten married years.”
He chuckled, then suddenly and seriously told her to remove her knickers. She looked shocked, here she was in a public park at 6 o`clock of a summers evening, and he had without a change of expression told her to remove her under-clothes. She thought it over, glanced around, then stood and wriggled down the thin pink garment, quickly stepping from the things, scooping them up and rapidlysitting back down while presenting him with them like a triumphant trophy.
He sniffed, muttered “my women do what they are asked without faltering, or hesitation, for your hesitation I think I must chastise you!” she looked at him with a face that questioned his decision, but when told to stand face him and raise her skirt to her waist, she was up facing him and the skirt raised in seconds.
He fingered her wet sex, and then told her to drop the skirt while still with the arm and the embedded finger in place. She did and then put her arms round his head kissing him on the lips like a couple of young lovers. A couple and a push-chair wandered past, neither apparently noticing the arm or the position of the skirt. Though they did stop and pet ‘Charlie’, who sat gently for the c***d like a big soft toy. They wandered away and the entwined pair smiled at their own cheek. He whispered to her as a couple of old chaps wobbled past that “he was going to take her to his dungeon tonight and she would be bound and chastised for her tardiness, and there would be more to ingrain the lesson.” She said in a non-committal voice “oh really” but her eyes widened and he knew she was exited as he felt her immediately dampen. One of the two old codgers clicked where his hand was and nudged his mate then they quickly sat on the next seat and cast glances at the pair. Sylvester noticed and withdrew his hand. Mildred still eyes fixed on her lover was oblivious of all around them and was beginning to heat sexually. For effect he sniffed his damp fingers, then fixing her with a steady eye and said “you know I shall punish you hard if you disobey me don’t you.” she nodded, going with this sexual teasing game “ok, then close your eyes.” she did as bid “keep them closed and now lift your skirt to your waist and do a complete twirl” her jaw dropped open as if to say something, then she straightened up and slowly lifted the skirt to her waist and shuffled quickly round in a twirl. Dropping the skirt back in place and facing him again. She opened her eyes and glanced around expecting to see no-one she was shocked to find two elderly gents sitting on the next bench applauding her enthusiastically. She coloured up. Turned to him as if to scold him and found him grinning from ear to ear.
He said it was “a test of her obedience!” she was about to protest when he told her that he intended to go talk to the old boys and before she could protest he did just that , rising and walking over to their bench and joining them. She stood stunned then sat on the now empty bench fondling ‘Charlie’s’ ears perhaps a little miffed.
They were just too far apart for her to hear the quiet conversation, but the two rose and wandered away, casting glances in her direction. Sylvester returned called Charlie to heel and led her off along the path towards the old bandstand arm in arm.
Telling her she was on a test he led her behind the brick based shelter, out of the sight of passing folk then had her stand against the wall and lift her skirt once more till it covered her face, “now” he said you must stand still, legs open till I tell you to move regardless of what happens, understand?” she said she understood and stood behind the self made screen awaiting his touch or Charlie`s tongue or whatever else was to happen.
The two hands that silently fondled her legs and her genitals were a shock and startled her. The old and horny fingers playing with her sex with both skill and tenderness she knew must be the old chaps from the bench. The situation was both erotic and sensual and rapidly she began to find herself climaxing, her fingers gripping the skirt tighter and her breathing harder as she struggled to keep herself still.
The sensation went on for some minutes, and then she felt the fingers withdraw and heard the shuffling of feet as they left. The air struck cold on her hot wet pussy, as she stood expectant of his command to drop the skirt, but instead she heard a snap of fingers and felt the ever attentive ‘Charlie’, begin to run his tongue up the damp slit. The inevitable happened and she began to come once more.
After the climax subsided she became aware of his voice calling the a****l away and saying she could drop the skirt now and to come and join him on the path. Her legs like jelly she tottered to the path and together, dog at heel they wandered off homeward.
As they past the original bench the two old chaps were sat, each doffed their caps and the smaller sucked his fingers. She turned a shade of red, nodded to them as if she was recognising their politeness, but kept silently walking arm in arm with Sylvester.
He whispered, “The taller one wanted to screw your arse the shorter to spank you hard but I wouldn’t let them” she briefly smiled; and then he added... ”Today!” and the smile abruptly vanished.
They put the dog in his run and then went into the flat, she made coffee and they sat and drank it with not a word said. Finally she broke the silence “did he mean what he had said about punishment?” He nodded, then said that “he never joked about the dungeon”
The silence again descended for a while then she said “to love you do I have to become your slave then?” his answer was that she would never be his slave, she would be sexually subservient and yes, she would do whatever he told her in sexual terms without hesitation, it would need trust, and perfect trust not any half hearted sort of sometimes trust.
He said truthfully that “when they met he had ideas to groom her as a sex object, a partner for just sex, but he had grown to trust and love her, and he wanted her for herself and her to trust and perhaps love him.” He paused “Slavery for him” he said “meant working for him a drudge, a housekeeper, and a bed-warmer, he wanted much more than that, he wanted a partner, who would except his foibles, and his dog but a partner who from her own personal choice would live here with him from choice not duty, not as a wife and as some downtrodden excuse for a human being such as her Kenny wanted.
If she was that woman, she should think carefully while he went and fed the dog, and if she was willing to work towards that goal, she was to appear at the dog run and he would show her the dungeon, where, as he promised, he would indeed punish her as he had said, if not she must dress and leave by the shop door which he said he would unlock as he went down and she must never return.
He got up, kissed her forehead and quietly left her, lip trembling, still sat, stunned by his revelation. She heard descend the stair, keys jangle as he unlocked the front shop door, then the clatter of the big freezer as he collected some meat for the dog, the rear door closed and through the window she could see him making a fuss of the big a****l. She knew it was now or never as he fed ‘Charlie’. She stood shook her head remembering her wedding vows, and then bag in hand she slowly went down to the shop. The keys were in the lock, her hand on the door-knob. She hesitated, and then stood like a statue for some moments.
She thought of her sham of a marriage, she thought of Kenny, and the contempt he had shown when he knew she was having an affair, the indifference.
You don’t get that many chances in life her mother had once said, it echoed in her brain, was this hers, no strings, no marriage, stay because you want too and only if you want too and just accept him and his dog.
She dropped the bag, slowly, tears wetting her face she turned the key locking the door on her old life, she turned and walked through the cutting room and down the path to the dog run. Here she silently handed him the keys and kissed his now beaming face.
A week past, things with Kenny had changed a little, she had returned to her home, and awaited his return; a new bravado had enriched her.
He arrived swaggered in and she met him in the hallway on her way to the kitchen, “oh your home”
“Yeh and knackered too that Susan was hot” he never missed an opportunity to rub her nose in his sexual exploits; she laughed, and said she “hoped he had enjoyed it!” She too had been out she said so he was not to expect any sex this week as she had had enough to last a lifetime!
He looked shocked and she swept away, calling after her that “I am your husband you can`t refuse me!”
She hung round the kitchen door and shouted “I already have and your getting none, ‘Charlie’ and ‘Sylvester’ have taken care of what you haven’t thanks and that little thing of yours is no use to me anymore!”
It was a red and spluttering Kenny who sat in the hallway on the phone seat, trying to get his thoughts in order wondering what had happened to his usually cowed and dull little home- keeper. That week Kenny found hard going, not only did she withdraw her sexual favours, she refused to cook, clean or launder as well, saying that “if he could fuck with Susan he had better have her look after him!” Kenny knew that Susan`s hubby might have been less than enamoured about his presence and did not reply!
On the Saturday, she said she would be out for the night and despite Kenny ‘demanding’ that she did not go out, a two finger salute was his answer and out she did go.
She arrived at the shop a full hour before closing, Sylvester greeting her and then ushering her up to the flat saying perhaps she could cook something for tea, under the questioning eyes of the two other staff, she ordered the first thing she could think of chops and the male butcher scurried away and cut some fresh ones and rapidly wrapping them for her. She was soon up in the flat.
After the shop closed and the staff away home, he came upstairs, once the meal was eaten, they walked the big shaggy dog.
At the park they sat once more but this time he chose a seat near the lake, on a well used path, she told him of the new way of life at home with Kenny, he laughed and said “it served him right” and that he didn’t know when he was well off! He then asked if she had told him of ‘Charlie’ and her sexual adventure. She said she told Kenny that “she had been served by Sylvester and by ‘Charlie’ but had not enlightened him further.” He chuckled heartily then asked if “she had enjoyed it and if she had got over the experience?”
She said “she had never felt so full and it had taken a day or two to remove the bristles from her ‘soft bits’ but she had overall enjoyed the experience and before he asked, yes she would, but not too regularly!”
They laughed heartily together, and then he asked if she was game for some adventure once more. She replied that “she was in his hands, and would do whatever for him!” Saying that “she had had more fun sexually in the few weeks she had known him than in the last ten married years.”
He chuckled, then suddenly and seriously told her to remove her knickers. She looked shocked, here she was in a public park at 6 o`clock of a summers evening, and he had without a change of expression told her to remove her under-clothes. She thought it over, glanced around, then stood and wriggled down the thin pink garment, quickly stepping from the things, scooping them up and rapidlysitting back down while presenting him with them like a triumphant trophy.
He sniffed, muttered “my women do what they are asked without faltering, or hesitation, for your hesitation I think I must chastise you!” she looked at him with a face that questioned his decision, but when told to stand face him and raise her skirt to her waist, she was up facing him and the skirt raised in seconds.
He fingered her wet sex, and then told her to drop the skirt while still with the arm and the embedded finger in place. She did and then put her arms round his head kissing him on the lips like a couple of young lovers. A couple and a push-chair wandered past, neither apparently noticing the arm or the position of the skirt. Though they did stop and pet ‘Charlie’, who sat gently for the c***d like a big soft toy. They wandered away and the entwined pair smiled at their own cheek. He whispered to her as a couple of old chaps wobbled past that “he was going to take her to his dungeon tonight and she would be bound and chastised for her tardiness, and there would be more to ingrain the lesson.” She said in a non-committal voice “oh really” but her eyes widened and he knew she was exited as he felt her immediately dampen. One of the two old codgers clicked where his hand was and nudged his mate then they quickly sat on the next seat and cast glances at the pair. Sylvester noticed and withdrew his hand. Mildred still eyes fixed on her lover was oblivious of all around them and was beginning to heat sexually. For effect he sniffed his damp fingers, then fixing her with a steady eye and said “you know I shall punish you hard if you disobey me don’t you.” she nodded, going with this sexual teasing game “ok, then close your eyes.” she did as bid “keep them closed and now lift your skirt to your waist and do a complete twirl” her jaw dropped open as if to say something, then she straightened up and slowly lifted the skirt to her waist and shuffled quickly round in a twirl. Dropping the skirt back in place and facing him again. She opened her eyes and glanced around expecting to see no-one she was shocked to find two elderly gents sitting on the next bench applauding her enthusiastically. She coloured up. Turned to him as if to scold him and found him grinning from ear to ear.
He said it was “a test of her obedience!” she was about to protest when he told her that he intended to go talk to the old boys and before she could protest he did just that , rising and walking over to their bench and joining them. She stood stunned then sat on the now empty bench fondling ‘Charlie’s’ ears perhaps a little miffed.
They were just too far apart for her to hear the quiet conversation, but the two rose and wandered away, casting glances in her direction. Sylvester returned called Charlie to heel and led her off along the path towards the old bandstand arm in arm.
Telling her she was on a test he led her behind the brick based shelter, out of the sight of passing folk then had her stand against the wall and lift her skirt once more till it covered her face, “now” he said you must stand still, legs open till I tell you to move regardless of what happens, understand?” she said she understood and stood behind the self made screen awaiting his touch or Charlie`s tongue or whatever else was to happen.
The two hands that silently fondled her legs and her genitals were a shock and startled her. The old and horny fingers playing with her sex with both skill and tenderness she knew must be the old chaps from the bench. The situation was both erotic and sensual and rapidly she began to find herself climaxing, her fingers gripping the skirt tighter and her breathing harder as she struggled to keep herself still.
The sensation went on for some minutes, and then she felt the fingers withdraw and heard the shuffling of feet as they left. The air struck cold on her hot wet pussy, as she stood expectant of his command to drop the skirt, but instead she heard a snap of fingers and felt the ever attentive ‘Charlie’, begin to run his tongue up the damp slit. The inevitable happened and she began to come once more.
After the climax subsided she became aware of his voice calling the a****l away and saying she could drop the skirt now and to come and join him on the path. Her legs like jelly she tottered to the path and together, dog at heel they wandered off homeward.
As they past the original bench the two old chaps were sat, each doffed their caps and the smaller sucked his fingers. She turned a shade of red, nodded to them as if she was recognising their politeness, but kept silently walking arm in arm with Sylvester.
He whispered, “The taller one wanted to screw your arse the shorter to spank you hard but I wouldn’t let them” she briefly smiled; and then he added... ”Today!” and the smile abruptly vanished.
They put the dog in his run and then went into the flat, she made coffee and they sat and drank it with not a word said. Finally she broke the silence “did he mean what he had said about punishment?” He nodded, then said that “he never joked about the dungeon”
The silence again descended for a while then she said “to love you do I have to become your slave then?” his answer was that she would never be his slave, she would be sexually subservient and yes, she would do whatever he told her in sexual terms without hesitation, it would need trust, and perfect trust not any half hearted sort of sometimes trust.
He said truthfully that “when they met he had ideas to groom her as a sex object, a partner for just sex, but he had grown to trust and love her, and he wanted her for herself and her to trust and perhaps love him.” He paused “Slavery for him” he said “meant working for him a drudge, a housekeeper, and a bed-warmer, he wanted much more than that, he wanted a partner, who would except his foibles, and his dog but a partner who from her own personal choice would live here with him from choice not duty, not as a wife and as some downtrodden excuse for a human being such as her Kenny wanted.
If she was that woman, she should think carefully while he went and fed the dog, and if she was willing to work towards that goal, she was to appear at the dog run and he would show her the dungeon, where, as he promised, he would indeed punish her as he had said, if not she must dress and leave by the shop door which he said he would unlock as he went down and she must never return.
He got up, kissed her forehead and quietly left her, lip trembling, still sat, stunned by his revelation. She heard descend the stair, keys jangle as he unlocked the front shop door, then the clatter of the big freezer as he collected some meat for the dog, the rear door closed and through the window she could see him making a fuss of the big a****l. She knew it was now or never as he fed ‘Charlie’. She stood shook her head remembering her wedding vows, and then bag in hand she slowly went down to the shop. The keys were in the lock, her hand on the door-knob. She hesitated, and then stood like a statue for some moments.
She thought of her sham of a marriage, she thought of Kenny, and the contempt he had shown when he knew she was having an affair, the indifference.
You don’t get that many chances in life her mother had once said, it echoed in her brain, was this hers, no strings, no marriage, stay because you want too and only if you want too and just accept him and his dog.
She dropped the bag, slowly, tears wetting her face she turned the key locking the door on her old life, she turned and walked through the cutting room and down the path to the dog run. Here she silently handed him the keys and kissed his now beaming face.
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