Deception (closed for ezwriter)

[sallythescorpian]

Hastily straightening her clothing, Claire started the engine, and drove to Ben's office. She made her way to security, and then to the elevator, up to the floor on which Ben's office was located.

She had to ask again at reception, and was given directions. Her wet panties rubbed against her cunt, abraiding it, and pulling tight across her clit.

Finally, reaching his office, she knocked on the door, and waited until he called out "Enter", then she swung the door open, a big smile on her face.

 

[ezwriter]

Ben stood at the center of the room. Claire entered and closed the door behind her, striding toward him... arms open, wanting her to take her.

"Upright posture," Ben commanded, his voice as rigid as his bearing.

Claire stopped in her track, her mind racing, thrown off guard by Ben's sudden shift of mood and struggling to recall the first position he'd taught her. Standing it must be somehow... and hands, where? behind the neck, top of the head... folded behind the back. It had been so long ago, not in time really but in the landscape she'd traveled. She hesitated and interlaced her hands atop her head. When she did, Ben approached and kneeled, reaching up underneath her short tailored skirt to take hold of the waistbands of her thong.

He could smell her primal musk as he slid the panties from her legs, the crotch indeed saturated with her arousal, still sopping wet. At his instruction, Claire lifted her stiletto heels so he could take the thong from the floor. Rising, he brought the exquisite sexy thong to his nose and inhaled her sex deeply, his eyes locking with hers.

Then Ben turned to his desk and moving behind it, slipped the thong into a side drawer.

"You're dismissed," he told her, settling in to his desk chair and opening a folder full of work.

 

[sallythescorpian]

"You're dismissed,

"What??" Claire looked around totally disorientated. What was happening.

She'd rushed over here, and like that she was sent on her way again.

"Dismissed? Are you fucking serious Ben? I've just rushed over here, for what? nothing!!"

She had it said before she thought on it, and began to backpedal a little.

"Oh fine! I guess I was ONLY shopping! I'll see you later!"

The annoyance she felt was clear in her voice, and she was clinging to her temper by a thread.

She turned for the door.

 

[ezwriter]

Ben watched her exquisite ass move toward the door. As she turned the handle, he called after her, "See you tomorrow then... "

When Claire turned back to him, confused, he reminded her, "...Cousin Jacqueline's wedding."

 

[sallythescorpian]

As Claire left the office, the air conditioning sent what felt like and icy draught up her skirt, chilling her over heated cunt, and making her shudder.

She ground her teeth, and returned, frustrated to her car.

She discussed the wedding with Dan later that night, and they arranged to leave for the wedding at 9.30 am. The couple were having quite a big reception, and in some ways, Claire was looking forward to it.

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She showered, dressed, and fixed her make up for the wedding, taking twice as long as ususal. Katie would be there, and Claire wanted Ben drooling all over her!! Not Katie!! Not that she though that was likely, but still.

She had a nice little thigh skimming Christian Dior dress, with matching sandals and purse. Dan looked good, as always, and they went to the reception.

Rosa was staying over tongiht with Stephen, so they could, if they so wished, stay over, not that that was likely. They had a sort of terse truce, but no one outside of themselves knew that there were any cracks in their marraige.

 

[ezwriter]

Katie always enjoyed these occasions as a chance to dress up and get out. She'd done her hair, her nails, shopped for a new dress. Special preparations that Claire would do on a weekly basis. Also, at family affairs - her side and Ben's - she enjoyed showing Ben off. If he didn't make the living Dan did, well he was more of the ladies man, and she knew when he arrived at affairs dressed in a smart suit and tie, women's gazes turned if not their heads.

When it was Ben's side of the family, as it was today, she especially liked rubbing Ben in Claire's face. Let her have her Mercedes and jewels and vacations... she was stuck with bright, successful awkward and slightly nerdish Dan.

And so it was today, Katie wore her hair up, a freshly applied cosmetic treatment and an especially alluring low cut green dress, her strapless bra pushing up a tempting double scoop of cleavage to keep Ben's eyes at home.

Even with all the fucking he'd done recently, Ben's dick hardened when she FINALLY came downstairs to leave that morning and he told her how fantastic she looked.

At the ceremony, the couples exchanged polite hello's, Ben sensing the new tension and practiced civility between Claire and Dan. During the service, they exchanged a furtive glance between the pews. Seated together at the reception, the tension became a bit much. Katie surreptitiously noted to Ben how uncomfortable Dan and Claire seemed and Ben agreed.

Getting up to stretch his legs, Ben buttonholed Dan and asked him about it. Dan tried to shrug it off. "Oh you know... just some... marriage stuff. You know how she can be."

Ben laughed and nodded. "I know in small doses, yeah. Well, she is easy on the eyes."

"She's a bitch, Ben. A ball-crushing bitch. You're lucky with Katie. She's sweet." Dan was looking across the banquet hall at the wives sitting at the dining table, not talking.

"Yep, I'm lucky," Ben agreed, now catching his wife's eye and smiling. "Tell you what, why don't we have a dance with our wives."

"Sure," Dan sighed, betraying his not-so-secret crush on Katie, ridiculous he knew because Ben hated his sister-in-law.

The brothers crossed the floor as the band struck up a new song. And asked their wives to join them on the floor. Katie jumped at the chance to dance with the hottest guy in the room. Claire reluctantly agreed for show and began a less than half hearted dance with Dan.

A few moments later, as Ben and Katie were discussing how miserable Dan looked, Ben proposed a switch of partners. "I'll fall on this grenade for him. Come on... give Dan a nice close up look at those sensational tits." Katie blushed, laughed and slapped him playfully, delighted by her husband's attention. They made their way across the room where Claire was sullenly gazing off past Dan't shoulder, stiff and tense in his embrace.

"Change partners, you two?" Ben cheerily announced. "But we're switching back at the end of the night." For their own reasons, Claire and Dan were happy to comply and Ben subtly navigated Claire away from Dan's clumbsy foxtrot with Katie.

With the music blaring and th neutral expressions they wore on their face, no one would suspect what Claire and Ben were chatting about.

"You look hot, fucktoy," Ben said, his hand flat against her back, his palm cradling her fingers.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Claire wore an eye catching dress, but the thing that made it so eye catching, was Claire's stunning figure, and she knew it.

Dan's eyes had lit up when she came downstairs, but she ignored him, the cheating bastard! She looked like a movie star, and she thought she ought to be guilty as she would certianly draw attention away from the bride!! Most importantly, she wanted to draw attention from Katie, specifically, she wanted Ben's attention.

While Ben and Dan strolled outside to chat, she was left with Katie. "You're looking good today Katie" she said seeing the surprise on the other woman's face at the compliment. "Yes, you clean up real good! If only you made more of an effort the rest of the time, you could look this good all the time!"

The atmosphere between her and Dan was strained, noticibly so, and she realised that, so she went out dancing with him, when he asked, instead of refusing him, like she wanted.

Then, finally, she was in Ben's arms, where she wanted to, needed to be!

"You look hot, fucktoy,"

"I know! You look pretty damn good yourself, Master!"

She wanted to grind against him, she wanted to sink to her knees and suck him off, right then and there, but she had to contain herself, Dan and Katie were looking in their direction.

"I want you, you know that! And I can feel that you want me too! Its a pity nothing can happen here, its too risky with Dumb and Dumber, over there!!"

 

[ezwriter]

Those his face and body language didn't show it as the couple danced among the guests, Ben's demeanor changed suddenly. His eyes, instead of feasting on Claire's sensuously slinky dancing body, filled with rage.

"Never talk about my wife like that," his tone acid, searing. He glanced over at Katie and Dan, caught up in a conversation about the kids or landscaping no doubt. Then his gaze met Claire's. "Wait three minutes then meet me out front of the ballroom."

Ben broke off their dance and signaled to Katie he was going out for some air. He strode across the dance floor and out of the ballroom into the lobby of the hotel, pacing until Claire joined him a few moments later. Before she could protest, Ben snapped. "Not a word. Come with me."

Ben knew the layout of hotels like this. There were always back corridors and service entrances with seldom used stairways. He navigated the wide carpeted hallways of the hotel, Claire in tow, if not physically than emotionally struggling in her heels to match Ben's purposeful pace.

Here. A stairwell leading into the bowels of the hotel. A quick glance and Ben opened it and pulled Claire with him... down a half flight where the stairway turned back on itself, out of sight. A barren concrete lined stairway with harsh fluorescent lighting. Ben shoved Claire up against the bare painted wall.

"Hands up on the wall," Ben commanded and stretched her arms over her head to demonstrate. Her tight fitting gown rode up on her as she stretched, and Ben hitched it up higher over her thong-framed ass cheeks.

"I don't want to hear you badmouth my wife. And I don't want to hear a sound out of you while I smack your ass. Got that, bitch?" Ben's lips were close against her ear, his crotch pressed to her bare ass.

The 20 swats to Claire's ass resounded sharp, percussive in the tall column of the stairwell, but with no one inside and the thick walls and doors, no one would ever know.

Claire's ass glowed red and hot when Ben was done. He paused to slide his hand between her legs and coat his fingers with her thick sweet arousal. Bringing his fingers to his lips he tasted her, and now slid her tightly fitting gown back in place.

Claire turned, seething. But met his cum slick lips in a hot deep kiss, grinding her needy crotch to his, feeling his cock growing thick and hard.

"Not here. Not today." And Ben gave Claire a five minute headstart before returning for cake and coffee. Katie would be the beneficiary of this throbbing erection and the backed up flood of cum swelling in his balls.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Claire seethed. Precious fucking Katie!! Heaven forbid she say anything remotely offense to her! Fine for Ben to be fucking her, or Abby, or heaven knows who else, but he still fooled himself that there was something special about his wife! HA! Actions speak louder than words buddy!!

She returned to the ballroom, her ass smarting, but no where near as much as her pride.

Katie made a few efforts at conversation, but Claire could tell she looked at Dan with sympathy, and at Claire with barely concealed malice.

Dan vied with Ben to dance with Katie for most of the night, and Katie revelled in the attention. Ben had asked Claire to dance a couple of times, mainly at Dan's insistance, but she had cried off. But she did not spend the wedding like a wallflower. She was the hottest woman there, and she knew it!!

She hovered near the bar, and danced with almost every man there. Two were particularly handsome, and she danced with them several times, pointedly ignoring both her husband and her lover.

Claire bumped and grinded with the two hot guys, even dancing with them both, the meat in the sandwich between them, but she had to cry off after one dance like that, lest she set tongues wagging any more.

She was well oiled when she eventually went home. She had been oh so temped to go home with one of her conquests, or better yet, both of them, but she hadn't. She had given them both her number though, at their request, and she had tucked their numbers into her purse!!

Perhaps!!

She had seen that Ben had been watching, noticing her exchanging numbers, and he had glared, but she had smiled sweetly, and ignored him.

She was pretty damn pleased with herself!!!

She even chatted a little with Dan on the way home, he was clearly hurt by her behaviour at the wedding, and it seemed he was thinking, mistakenly that the playing field was now levelled between them! He even dared to put his hand on her thigh, and to begin his "I'm so sorry, Claire, I never meant to hurt you! Nothing happened!!" spiel, but she cut him off, before he went any further.

"Oh please!" sarcasm dripped from her voice as she put on a voice imitating Bill Clinton"I did not have sexual relations with that woman." "I dont believe you Dan, and I dont care to give you a chance!! So stop embarrassing yourself!"

 

[ezwriter]

A different story in Ben and Katie's car. They'd arranged for the kids to sleep over with friends and wasted no time enjoying their night alone together.

Katie's hand was on Ben's thigh as he drove and climbed precariously higher. The day and evening full of nonstop cocktails and champagne had bouyed Katie's spirits and sent her inhibitions to bed early. She was also privately celebrating her victory over Claire. She'd long learned to read a spike in her sister-in-law's bitchiness as an emotional wound and she figured it had something to do with her coolness to Dan.

And that slutty acting out on the dance floor, that was strictly high school. Claire may have been dressed in designer clothes, but today she was strictly a low class whore. Best of all Katie was going home with Ben.

For some reason, her handsome husband had seemed even more attractive to her lately, more confident and self-assured. Perhpas it was his recent success at work. Who cared. She wanted him.

"What do you want tonight, Ben? I'll do anything for you."

Her husband looked over at his wife of ten years and saw something had come loose within her. She meant it and Ben intended to take her up on the offer.

That night in bed, Katie rolled over onto her belly and got up on all fours for Ben. He's stopped asking for it since before they were married, but tonight Katie let him lube her and enter her ass. Gently, slowly but deeply, he fucked his wife as he never had before. Then he tongued her to her own orgasm before she fell into a deep smiling sleep.

He left Katie in their bed and stepped into the hallway to text Claire.

Monday. Noon. Your apartment.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Monday. Noon. Your apartment.

Claire read the message, and, still pissed at him for virtually ignoring her at the wedding, she texted back <<Maybe>>.

Two hours later, she had thought on things some more, and calmed down a little, a decided to show a little more enthusiasm, and sent another text <<Looking forward to it>>

Sunday dragged, the atmosphere in the house was dreadful, with Dan trying to right his wrongs, and Claire wanting none of it. Eventually, she chnaged, threw her her clubs into the boot of her car, and went down to the golf club, meeting up with some of her socialite friends, and teeing off.

It did nothing to soothe her, the women, who she ususally liked, grated on her nerves, and she was pleased to find Dan had gone out somewhere, when she returned home.

Monday came around, and Claire was made up to the nines, beautifully turned out, and waiting, when she heard his key in the door.

 

[ezwriter]

Though two days had passed and he'd spent a passionate evening with Katie on Saturday, Ben had unfinished business with Claire.

The acting out that Katie saw as ridiculous, slutty and childish was a deliberate slap in the face for Ben. The last time she'd mocked him this way she'd been dragged out chained and naked to a field and fucked hard against a fence. Whether she'd forgotten that lesson or was begging for a harsher one, Ben would remind her this afternoon who was in charge here, who got to demand things, who was serving whom.

He twisted the key in the lock and tossed his overcoat on the table in the foyer, striding across the hardwood floors and laying his satchel on the dining room table, addressing her as he stormed past.

"Strip. Everything. Upright posture at the foot of the bed, facing the headboard. Now!"

This last was punctuated by the report of the riding crop he'd taken from the bag smacking fiercely against the table top.

He turned and there was not an ounce of remorse in his eyes or remembrance of the tenderness they'd shared just a week before in this very space. Just an icy coldness that made his green eyes gleam.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Claire jumped as she heard the door slam shut. Shit, he was seriously pissed!

"Strip. Everything. Upright posture at the foot of the bed, facing the headboard. Now!"


The "Hello Ben" died on her lips, and Claire hesitated only a split second before beginning to undress. The report of the crop slapping the tabletop reverberated throughout the room, and made Claire's skin twitch with a mix of excitement and terror.

Only a few moments later, she was naked, her clothing pooled on the floor, then she recalled his penchant for neatness, so she quickly bent and foled her clothes, draping them over the back of a chair.

She chastised herself for running back to the bed, to get into position, really, she wondered, was that necessary? But one glance at Ben's livid face told her that it was a good thing she had not dawdled. She assumed the position, facing the bed, her hands behind her head, and she realised that she was shaking, although not totally in fear, and she waited, her nerves stretching to the limit.

 

[ezwriter]

"That's standing posture."
SMACK. The impact of the crop on the wood countertap tore through the flat.
"In upright posture, your elbows are clenched in your hands behind your back."
SMACK. Claire quickly adjusted her position.
SMACK.
"But I'm sure it's hard for a whore to remember even a few simple instructions when she's busy grinding her cunt and tits against strange men in front of 150 people. Humiliating herself and her husband.
SMACK
This time, Ben brought the crop down across Claire's exposed trembling ass cheek. He laid the crop and now the satchel on top of the bed and opened the flap to retrieve some items.

Restraints, cinched around Claire's arms at each wrist, pinioning her arms behind her back.

"Open your legs. Wider!"

With strapped leather cuffs, Ben fastened each of Claire's ankles to the legs of bed. It forced her into an awkwardly wide stance that tested her balance, as her arms were securely bound behind her back.

Next Ben removed two lengths of rubberized bungee cord. Knotting each length securely to a post on the headboard, the rest of the cords reached about half the lenghth of the bed. To these ends Ben fastened a locking clasp as you'd find at the end of a dog leash.


"This is what a dirty, filthy stupid whore gets."

Then Claire saw and heard the familiar jangle of the heavy chain of the nipple clamp. Helplessly she watched as Ben stretched a length of each of her pink, sensitive nipples and fitted it between the jaws of each clamp. She braced herself for the flash of pain she'd endure when he let the chain drop against her chest.

"You show me up in public? I will take you down in private."

Instead though, Ben pulled the chain taut in one hand, while affixing the clasps of each stretched bungee cord to a link in the chain. The elastic of the cords pulled firmly against Claire's tits, pulling her tits forward to the headboard even as her legs were lashed to the legs of the footboard.

With Claire Bent forward under the strain, Ben went in search of a suitable gag for his soon-to-be-howling fucktoy. An apple would do.

"An apple for the mouth of my pig," He told her. "Open!" Anticipating her resistance, Ben pinched Claire's nose, till her lips gasped open. He stuffed the apple in her mouth and took up the riding crop once more.

With each of the twenty stinging lashes to Claire's ass and thighs, Ben enumerated the ways in which her actions Saturday had failed him. He snarled his abuse as his strong arm brought the crop whistling through the air punishing her ass violet and scarlet.

Claire's tears and spin streamed down her face as Ben threw the crop onto the bed and exited back to the living room. Claire could hear him at the dining room scribbling something something onto a sheet of paper. Then, Grabbing Claire's Fendi bag he brought it back to the bed and dumped the contents out on the bedspread. Sorting through the cosmetics, keys and receipts, he found what he was looking for.

On separate Table tent cards from the wedding, Claire's suitors had written their cel numbers. Ben layed them out on the mattress. He snatched the apple from Claire's mouth and thrust the sheet of paper on the bed beneath where her bindings had bent her forward.

"Read it, bitch," he seethed. And moved behind her to prod her with a quick stinging swipe of the crop.

A male voice answered after a few rings. Claire looked down at the words Ben had written.

HELLO. THIS IS CLAIRE MORRISSEY. WE DANCED THE OTHER DAY AT THE JACQUELINE AND MIKE'S WEDDING. YOU GAVE ME YOUR NUMBER BECAUSE YOU WANT TO FUCK ME. BUT YOU CAN'T. I'M A DIRTY, FILTHY WHORE WHO'LL GIVE YOU SYPHLIS. I FUCK EVERYBODY. I'M A NEEDY SLUTTY CUNT. GOODBYE.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Claire's ass and thighs were on fire!!! On the apple in her mouth muffled her screams, and the clamps on her nipples bit painfully, stretching her breast tissue away from her, forcing her to bend forward as much as she could. It was agony.

She was fuming at Ben's duplicity. She'd shamed her husband had she?? And what about him, her eager assistant in cuckolding his own brother!!! But she couldn't argue the point, as the apple took away that ability. Probably just as well, she was mad as could be, and God's knows Ben was livid, and certainly anything she said would serve only to worsen the situation.

Her tits felt as though they were being torn from her chest, and her nipples were crushed painfully. Tears streamed down her face, and she was relieved when he finally put the crop down, leaving her entire ass welted and on fire.

She could hear him in the other room, and she wondered what he was doing, and then he was back.

"Read it, bitch," . A swipe of the crop stilled the refusal forming on her lips.

Claire read what he had written, but the tears in her voice, and the monotone of her voice belied her words, and were testament to the fact that she was operating under duress, still, she was pretty sure that guy wouldn't be up for meeting her, after that call

Claire was sobbing hard, and her jaws ached from the apple, but she knew it wasn't over yet. Ben's fury was no where near abated, and she knew it would get worse before it got better.

Trying to temper things a little, she began to babble.

"I'm sorry Sir, I'm so, so sorry. I was hurt, and being ignored while you and Dan slavered over Katie, and I just wanted to have some fun. I'm sorry what I said about Katie too, I really am!"

 

[ezwriter]

"Save your excuses. I am so fucking sick of hearing about you. And what you want. Save that for your husband, princess. You have one more call to make, slut. And then we'll begin your punishment."

Ben dialed the second man's number and prompted Claire to read with a smart, swift swat on the inside of her thighs.

When she was done with her message, or rather, when the confused, embarrassed gentleman on the other line disconnected the call, Ben retrieved her phone and put it on the nightstand.

He moved back behind Katie and grabbed a fistful of her pinned, luxurious hair and pulled her upward, back, her captured tits stretching against the jaws of the clamp. He hissed in her ear.

"Who owns your holes, whore?"

"Who commands you?"

"Who belong to?"

"But that's not the respect I got on Saturday. Discretion is one thing. But it does not excuse you from devotion. I thought you understood your place, princess. But it seems like you need a reminder."

Ben moved around to the bed to fish once more inside his dreaded satchel for another implement. This ass plug was about six inches long and bulbous, flesh colored with a blunt rounded head that widened out into a thick ball before tapering back to the flatter base.

"You took the small. Let's see how you do with the medium, hmmm?"

Then he brought it to Claire's mouth.

"I suggest you get it nice and wet, darling. It's gonna be a tight fit up there." And Ben's hand patted her scorched aching ass cheeks.

 

[sallythescorpian]

"Who owns your holes, whore?"

"Who commands you?"

"Who belong to?"

His words send a pulse of excitement through her, an unwelcome pulse of excitement, as his degradation of her, was heating her core.

He pulled out a butt plug, and brought it to her face.

"You took the small. Let's see how you do with the medium, hmmm?"


She gasped as she recalled just how unpleasant the so called 'small' had been, and the medium sized one, looked quite a bit bigger.

"I suggest you get it nice and wet, darling. It's gonna be a tight fit up there."


She opened her mouth, and waited as Ben pushed it into her mouth, panic filling her, as her hands were restrained, and she could well have choked on it. Her eyes watered, and she fought her panic, and seconds later, it was removed, and she gasped in air.

But that gasp was nothing compared to Claire's gasp, as Ben worked the "medium" plug into her ass, his hands on her sore ass.

 

[ezwriter]

The plug penetrated Claire fully, Ben pressing it in until the flattened base was flush against her bright red cheeks. The knob and shaft filled and stretched Claire, claimed her ass as the savage clamps claimed her tits.

Ben wanted every bit of her under his power. He drew out the blindfold and fitted it over her eyes. He worked the yellow rubber ball gag between her teeth...."So I don't have to hear any more of your lame whore excuses." Are arms and feet were bound.

And now with his hard thick shaft, he took her sex. Her lips were swollen between her spread spanked thighs, her slit wet and ready for him. Steadying her hips, Ben took his sister-in-law from behind. Even his steady deep first thrust caused the pull on her tits to make her shriek against her gag. But as his rhythm built and his strokes quickened, the undulations in the elastic cords pulled and tore and stretched her tits with an excruciating regularity.

Ben went hard and deep in her, pulling out and launching copious pulses of cum on her back and ass. She felt the warm splats on her skin and the trickle of semen as it ran off her.

She felt Ben move away and leave the bedroom. Out in the kitchen now, trying to discern sounds above her racked breathing and sobbing. She heard the refrigerator open and then the distinctive Pfffffft of a beer bottle opening and the top clattering on the kitchen counter.

Ben returned and stood behind her. She heard the mechanical shutter click of his phone camera. Another entry for his online collection. Her life one mouse click from ruin.

As he swigged from the bottle, Ben chewed her out some more about her behavior Saturday, reminding her that her current predicament reflected who she was. And all her juice, all her sensuality belonged exclusively to him. And if she needed any further clues, he told her, he would take a cue from the cowboys and brand his mark as a permanent reminder. Ben took a long swallow of beer and touched her already scorched flank and she cringed and shuddered to think of it.

She heard the emptied bottle set on the night stand. And felt the bed rustle as Ben climbed up, stepping between the cords that tethered her tits, Ben was standing but a foot away from where she was bent. And now she felt his stream of pee splashing on her head. She bent her head, as if to avert her blindfolded eyes. Ben's hotter bitter piss matted her hair and streamed down over cheeks, in riivulets over her back and aching tits. He drenched her and then he wiped his tip against her cheek.

"Fuck you, Claire, you worthless piece of shit. Now you think about how you're going to make this up to me."

Ben climbed off the bed. And Claire could hear him gather his clothes and redress. Then his feet took him out of the bedroom and across the living room. Then the door opened and closed.

"He'll be back," she knew. She thought. She wondered. She waited.

 

[sallythescorpian]

The butt plug felt as though it was ripping her in two, and as he entered her, fucking her, while the plug was in her ass, Claire screamed, feeling like she was being ripped in two!

The inevitable movement of her torso made for excrutiating pain, as the clamps bit deep into her nipples. She screamed, although little came out with the gag in place, stiffling everything. Her nipples were going to be ripped off, she knew it!! And no matter how hard she tried to remain still, Ben's rough fucking was bouncing her a lot.

She cringed when she heard the photograph being taken, imagining it joining the others on his webpage!! Then he went, and she worried that he had left, until she heard him return. It was annoying not being able to see, and her hearing was trying to pick up each and every clue.

She felt him climb onto the bed, and was half expecting him to kiss her forhead, and release her tortured nipples, but instead, to her horror, she felt the hot splash, and acrid smell of his urine, being freshly sprayed all over her!!! UUUuuuugggghhhhhh!!! She tried to avert her face, but the pressure on her nipples limited her ability to do so, and the, as quickly as it began, it stopped, and he climed off the ruined, sodden bed, and disappeared, leaving her with the foul stuff drying on her skin. Oh this was nasty!! She did not like this one little bit!!!!!! Her designer bed lines were ruined, and if she had been gag free, she 'd have lashed out, verbally at least, but as it was she had to wait, and wait, and fucking wait some more!!!

 

[ezwriter]

Ben returned to work and took his 2 o'clock meeting before telling his secretary he needed to duck out for an appointment.

He returned to Claire's apartment where he found her as he'd left her, bound, gagged, plugged, clamped, covered in his cum and pee and bent over the bed with her legs bound wide apart.

"Now that you've had time to think about things, Claire, I am going to remove the gag. I expect to hear some apologies and some assurances that something like Saturday will never, ever, ever happen again."

Ben reached up and unstrapped the buckle that held the ball gag in place. Claire spit it, sodden in spit to the piss soaked bedspread below.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Claire had to consciously fight with herself to contain the outpouring of vitriol that hovered on the tip of her tongue!! By valiant effort, she succeeded, just!!

The abject apologies that Ben clearly expected were damn hard work though, as she was still seething from the abuse she had suffered, the worst of which being the indignity of his peeing all over her!!! And, lest she forget, her designer sheets, and expensive mattress!!!!

Still, she'd had enough.

"Saturday will not happen agian, I assure you, and I apologise for any upset I caused you, however unintentional!!"

Then, with a little less formality, she added "Look, I really am sorry, and no, it wont happen again. I was acting out, it was childish, but I was hurt and angry, but it was stupid and adolescent. It just that sometimes, you bring out the worst in me, Ben!! You always have! Be it my sharp tongue, or my catty behaiour, I just have difficulty conrolling myself!! I was jealous - jealous of Katie, and ..... and.... I am sorry, genuinely, I am!"

 

[ezwriter]

"Are you a hard-assed posh bitch, Claire? Or are you my good little girl?"

Ben's fingers had taken hold of the base of the ass plug, pulling on it, with the promise of prying the intrusive bulb out completely

 

[sallythescorpian]

Claire looked up at him, tears in her eyes, suddenly all her anger had gone, and she just felt drained from it. She smiled, a watery little smile.

"I'm your good little girl, sir, I really am, I promise!"

She wanted to launch herself at him, but was still tied, and, given the way she smelled at the moment, she thought he would not be overly thrilled.

 

[ezwriter]

Ben pried the plug slowly from her rectum, bracing her ass with his hand so the force didn't pull her breasts.

He moved around and placed his thumb and forefingers against the hinges of the clamps that tore fiercely into her nipples

"Are you my filthy little pet? All mine?"

 

[sallythescorpian]

Claire braced herself waiting for the painful clamps to come off her breasts, she knew there would be a tidal wave of pain, but she could not endure the pain of the clamps any longer, and time seemed to stretch as his fingers, almost in slow motion moved on the alligator clips.


"Are you my filthy little pet? All mine?"

She'd have said anything at all at that point, and she was happy to agree.l

"Yes, Yes Sir, I am your filthy little pet! I'm your good little girl, your filthy little pet, all yours in every way!!"

She sucked in a breath, as he opened the hinges of the clamps, and she screamed as the blood flowed back, bringing a new and excrutiating wave of pain pulsating though her breast tissue.