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It was now past midnight, the email had a very large attachment. I was tired, could I leave it until tomorrow. The email simply said Sara’s Saturday so far. May be a little before bed. I made a strong coffee and settled down. I was surprised the first part at least must have been sound only. During this the familiar male voice told her she had done well the previous evening. He then amazed me by offering her the chance to leave, to end her membership, there would be no penalty and all evidence would be wiped. My heart leapt I was happy, I had seen enough. He said he would give her some time to think about it. She immediately spoke up, to my shock she said she wanted to stay. He confirmed that was her decision, she said it was.
I was speechless, what was she doing? We were almost free, why would she do that. The screen flickered to life. The male was lying on a bed, Sara was straddling him. That answered it she was again full of cock. The screen blanked. Almost immediately it flickered to life. This time it showed a different room, I had not seen this before. It looked like a hotel suite with a seating area and a large bed dominating the room. The door opened and in walked the main man, Sara walked in behind him. He was wearing a dinner suit, Sara was in a short red dress, her long legs covered with fishnet, and she again had very high heels. The cameras were clearly operated as it zoomed in to show Sara was impeccably made up. Once in the room without a word being spoken Sara dropped to her knees and unzipped the mans trousers. She released his impressive cock and began to lick and suck it to life. It grew in her hands as she expertly worked on it. After a while the man pulled away and she stood. She reached and unzipped the red dress; she allowed it to fall to the ground. The fishnets were stockings and were all she wore beneath the dress. She stepped towards the male and they embraced, they kissed deeply. She then removed his clothing before again falling to her knees and working him back to hardness. He brought her to her feet and walked her to the bed. She climbed on remaining on her knees with her head facing the camera but resting on the covers. Her ass was raised displaying both her holes her legs spread to open things further.
The male walked to the bedside cabinet, he removed something initially I could not see what it was. He approached Sara, I could then see he was holding a large butt plug. He started to push it into her pussy. She was clearly aroused as it began to slide in very easily. Once it was wet enough he withdrew it and set about the harder task of inserting it in her ass. She gripped the covers but remained silent as her pushed it, the wide end stretching her to the limit, then it popped and her ass closed back leaving just the end on show. He then entered her pussy with his cock and thrust deep completely filling. Again the only sign from her was gripping the covers. He kept the rhythm going withdrawing and then thrusting his full length. Finally he stopped, still fully penetrated by the plug she sat on the edge of the bed and began to use her hand and mouth. She does this well and he was soon coming, she swallowed every last drop. Once done she returned to her knees on the edge of the bed. He went back to the bedside table and returned with what looked like a black inflatable dildo and a smaller vibrator. He inserted the inflatable and pumped it to what appeared to be a balloon inside of her. He then set about her with the vibrator, she exploded into orgasm, suppressing any noise but shaking as it tore through her. The screen again blanked. The next scene saw him sat at a desk. He looked at the camera and referred to me by name. He told me that this was to show his control over Sara, that she was now addicted to him and would do anything. Over the coming weeks he would demonstrate his control. I could keep her as my wife and what we did was not his concern. Should I wish to disclose my part in things he was sure she would join him. The screen blanked. I was beaten and I new it. At the moment I was getting free shows, a voyeur without the risk of being caught. It was now Sunday, Sara would be home later.
Sara arrived home a short while after lunch, she looked great, it was obvious she was still using the Spa facilities. We retired early and had great sex; she was more passionate that ever, in fact almost insatiable. Life returned to as normal as it could, in fact more sex than I could cope with, if this was the downside then it could be worse. A couple of weekends later she went again, usual story to me, I did not resist. I waited all weekend but nothing; I also could not get hold of Sara. I actually rang the Spa but again drew a blank. Tea time on the Sunday she returned home. She was quiet and a little withdrawn. The early night was just that, things picked up during the week, she relaxed a little. A few weeks passed with no contact. Bedtime became more fun and Sara was back to her old self. I returned home on the Friday evening looking forward to a relaxing time together. Instead of Sara there to greet me there was a note. It was an apology, she said she did not want to upset me, a chance had arisen for her to do a full weeks intensive course with the Spa. She would be home the following weekend, she promised she would make it up to me. I tried to call with no luck, I emailed the Spa and got an out of office reply stating that the man would be away for a week. I realised this was the screw of control being tightened a little more. I resigned myself to a very lonely week, I went out that evening, and the drink did not make things any better. On my return I had received an email from the man. It stated the obvious that I was by now aware Sara was his for the week. He promised she would not be harmed but warned this would be the biggest test for us both yet. Questions played on my mind but I could simply just wait for news. The week progressed, no news came. I tried her phone but to no avail. Friday came and went, I was not sure when she would return. Saturday I had a text, she would be home early Sunday, she had missed me.
On Sunday she arrived home. She looked well, even a little tanned. She wore more make up than usual. Her clothes I did not recognise, the skirt a little shorter, the shoes much higher and the top a little tighter. I got brief glimpses of stocking tops; this again was new as stockings had been a bedroom treat rather than day wear. I had to admit she looked good, confident; there was a change in her. I told her she looked good and asked why the change. She told me a lot had changed and it was something I had to get used to. I thought my wife flashing sexy underwear was hardly a problem. She told me to sit down, she then dropped the bombshell, and she knew I had initiated this situation. She thanked me and told me it would now be on her terms within the expectations of her master. I started to argue. She stopped me and told me I could either share or enjoy her new life or leave. She stated that most weekends she would now be busy at the spa as I was so keen for her to join. I sat dazed not knowing what to do.
It was an uneasy evening. We pretended to watch TV and enjoy a meal. As bed time approached she told me I could join her in bed and accept the situation or sleep in the spare room if I did not. She went upstairs her milky white thighs flashed above her black stockings as she went. I sat for a while but as you may guess joined her in bed. She commented as she turned out the light that she guessed that would be my decision. It was however time for sleep not pleasure, a pattern that continued until Thursday evening.
She told me to give her a head start, I waited a while and then went to the bedroom. Sara was lead on the bed dressed in a very tight leather corset, black fishnet stockings and boots. She told me to strip and join her, I did so, and we kissed passionately, my erection growing rapidly. I reached down to her shaven pussy, to my surprised I came into contact with something metal barring the way to her pussy.
I stopped and pulled away, I looked down to see a small gold coloured padlock linked through two hoops in her lips effectively barring entry. She smiled at me and said “Did I forget to mention, Master and I will decide when you get access and that is not tonight.” I was then told I could lick her and finger her ass but no more. I declined the offer and went to sleep.
On returning from work she was gone. No note this time. Out of habit I checked the emails, to my surprise there were a couple both with attachments. The first identified that as I knew the situation had changed a little, he was sure I would still get off seeing some of her exploits but as I could see my situation was hopeless. It was 10pm when I finally gave in and opened the first video attachment. The camera work was clearly hand held and panned around a room showing at least six black males. The camera focussed on an internal doorway. A seventh male came into view leading Sara on a lead, she crawled on her hands and knees behind the male. She was sexily dressed in stocking and corset her breasts exposed bouncing as she crawled. Her mouth was forced wide open by a sort of metal frame. She was stopped in the centre of the room. The cameraman walked around her showing her ass plugged with a large black plug. The male was holding a riding crop in his other hand. He swatted her ass hard causing her an open mouthed yelp. He announced to the group that she was a set of holes to be used until they had all emptied their sacks into her and could empty no more.
There was a frenzy of undressing before the lead was handed over and she was dragged to the sofa. She was then mouth fucked by the first male who could get to her. She was unable to move her jaw so this was literally a large black cock being driven deep into her throat, she gagged and saliva dribbled from her, Sara’s eyes bulged as it hit the back of her throat. Meanwhile the plug had been removed and another equally big cock was driving to the hilt in her ass. They were just getting started. The film continued as the whole group swapped and changed. Sara was positioned to enable access to all her holes. The assault was relentless. She was handed along the sofa, with each cock seeming larger than the last. Once impaled cocks filled the other available holes. The riding crop was also handed around and was used to whip her ass and breasts. This appeared to be a sign of their absolute control of her body. The men started to come, it did not seem to matter which hole it was all bareback. Having cum the males rested leaving others to continue with the pounding. Sara was so full she could not make much noise, just a moaning orgasm once in a while as her body jolted in recognition of the men’s efforts. Soon the resting males rejoined the session continuing to thrust with vigour. The cameraman being mobile was able to focus at all kinds of angles showing unbelievably wide and long cocks stretching her, leaving her gaping as they were removed. The combination of pain and pleasure clearly etched across her face. Sudden jolts when the crop was whipped across her flesh. This continued for a full ninety minutes. Her ass and breasts showed red welts from the crop and sweat and cum dripped from her body. By this time she was like a rag doll all resistance had gone from her and her strength and dissolved under the constant pounding. The men cheered each other on, the language lewd and degrading, she was literally a cum dump for the group who enjoyed every second. There was no lead into this session, no back story or pretence, she was delivered for their pleasure and they took it. Eventually they were finished, she was brought back to her knees in the centre of the floor and the cameraman focussed on the cream dripping from her mouth, ass and pussy. The screen blanked. I was exhausted just watching. It’s funny how the shame washes over so quickly to take away the pleasure of such a show. It was a while later I opened the second file; I was not to be disappointed.
This scene opened in the now familiar barn back at the spa. Sara was the only occupant of the room. She was dressed in a black underwear set of corset and stockings and very high heeled shoes. She was drinking what appeared to be champagne. There was a knock on the door, she answered and invited in a middle aged male. He was smartly dressed. She showed him to the sofa and poured him a drink, she did not speak. Once she had handed him the drink he asked her to put on the TV. It flickered to life showing a football match. He started to watch, she stood by the sofa, after a few minutes he told her to move closer. She did not hesitate, he told her to open her legs, and again her compliance was immediate. He began to almost idly caress from her stocking tops to her pussy, gently brushing her shaved lips. He gradually prised her open and the caressing and rubbing became more centred on her moistening lips. She stood impassive her hands clenched behind her back. At this stage she showed no reaction to his attention. Gradually he eased two fingers inside of her, slowly at first pushing deeper with each entry. He was still watching the television and his probing was almost an aside to this. Once her had pushed his fingers in their full length his speed increased, Sara still stood not moving, some emotion now showing on her face, slight twinges in her legs as the sensation of his finger fucking started to run through her. He took a break from the rhythmic thrusting and rubbed her juices over her mound and between her legs towards her ass. He appeared to reach through and with one finger at first opened her ass, the camera changed to show his fat middle finger pushing deeper inside her rear passage. This was soon accompanied by a second finger, the probing again becoming hard and persistent. This had more effect on Sara who appeared to struggle to hold her pose; she grimaced as she was opened up.
This continued for a while, the male finally drew his eyes from the television and put aside his glass, he turned her side on and again ordered her legs open. He returned his right hand to her ass and again pushed in his fingers, this time using his other hand he used her pussy as well. He rammed two fingers deep in her ass and pussy. Standing with her hands on her head the concentration was clear as she tried to stand unmoving under the attentions of his fingers. Suddenly and without warning she came and as she did squirted juices, he removed his fingers and the liquid steamed from her pussy. She screamed as the orgasm ripped through her. Keeping his fingers in her ass he pulled her pussy to his mouth and ate her. She struggled against his mouth on her tender lips but he held her firm, his finger buried deep in her ass. She continued to scream as he appeared to prolong and then bring her to another climax.
The screen blanked and opened immediately. The same room and again Sara sitting solo on the sofa, drink in hand. She was now dressed in a sheer body stocking and high heeled knee length boots. A knock at the door was heard and she answered the door. In walked a different middle aged man, slightly balding and of fat build. She showed him to the sofa and poured him a drink. He was carrying a briefcase. She again stood as if waiting for instruction. It was then I noticed the circular platform was positioned a short distance in front of the sofa. Once she had handed the drink to him he told her to kneel with her ass in the air facing away from him on the platform. Once she was knelt he told her to open her legs and reach back and grip her ankles. This left Sara wide open in front of him. He relaxed and sipped his drink not taking his eyes from her. Sometime later he put his drink to one side and opened the brief case. The first thing he removed resembled a flexible bat. He stood and without warning brought it to bear on her stocking covered ass. It took her by surprise and she let out a short moan. He swatted her again telling her to be silent. He proceeded to land a number of hard smacks. He stopped and drew a finger along her lips, he licked his finger. Appearing satisfied he returned to the case. This time he selected what turned out to be clamps that he attached to each of Sara’s pussy lips, this was followed by hanging a couple of weights on the clamps. The weights were on small chains and dangled between her spread legs. He continued with the spanking causing the weights to swing. Sara did not make a sound. The screen split with the new camera focussing on her face. Tears rolled down her cheeks, she did not murmur. After this period of spanking he again drew his finger down the length of her pussy, he licked again and smiled.
He then produced two more weights from the case, he told Sara to stand facing him with her legs apart allowing the existing weights to swing. He then exposed her breasts from the nylon stocking. He attached the new weights one to each nipple. He made her lean slightly forward allowing them to hang. He left her in this position and sat back on the sofa, continuing to enjoy his drink he told her to swing the weights, she gyrated causing all of the weights to move, this clearly brought discomfort. The was the first time I had watched Sara endure this kind of play. I felt uncomfortable we had never involved pain in our games, I was uneasy as to how far this should go. She was clearly willing as there was no argument, at least on screen.
The male then selected a riding crop and approached her again. He gently caressed her pussy and thighs again making the weights swing. He did the same with her breasts; he proceeded to increase the intensity of the crop. He swatted her directly onto her open pussy with short sharp strokes. He continued using it on her thighs, ass and breasts before retuning to her exposed pussy. All of a sudden she came, she screamed and juices gushed from her pussy. The weights swung vigorously, her legs buckled but she remained standing. He wetted his had on her pussy and licked his fingers before rubbing the juices on her face. The screen cleared. The next shot was the familiar face of the ‘Master’.
He explained there were many more clips filmed during their week together. He told me Sara did not know I was sent the clips, and did not need to know as long as I played by the rules. He told me if I did the padlock would be opened for me. The screen blanked.
This is where the guilt happened, sitting alone not knowing where my wife was or who with. It was ca case of be careful what you wish for. I feel the Spa experience was not over.
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